The reason why the cavalry competition is lively and grand is that it is a competition initiated by Emperor Su Hanlin. At the same time, it is also a national feast for the people of the imperial capital.
Because the competition will be held in a small world created by Guan Longfeng, the national preceptor, the entire competition screen will be projected onto the sky in all directions of the imperial capital, east, west, north, and south, for everyone in the imperial capital to watch.
Before dawn on September 1st, the streets and alleys of the Imperial City were already bustling with activity.
People took to the streets carrying benches and melon seeds and peanuts to grab a good viewing position.
In fact, those excellent viewing positions were already occupied in the first few days.
Fortunately, the projected screen is very large and can be seen without getting too close, so whether you can see clearly or not, you can still enjoy the fun.
The most lively place these days is the gambling room. The odds of a hundred participating teams are all open. Gamblers analyze various bets and feel that they have grasped the key to wealth and are sure to win.
pay.
Because this is an absolutely fair and just game, every year there will be a handful of lucky people who make a fortune by betting on some dark horse teams, or even become rich overnight.
At six o'clock in the morning, the palace gate opened wide, and a hundred participating teams that had been waiting in front of the gate filed in.
They must first go to the Huangji Palace to form an array and be inspected by the emperor, and then enter the national division's small world competition.
Zhang Xiaopeng is wearing a cold iron battle armor, a flaming cloak on his shoulders, and a thundering flaming horse on his crotch. He looks so handsome and majestic.
But at this moment, there was no look of joy on his face, because all the other participating teams had already entered, but Su Zhengyi's eighteen people were still nowhere to be seen.
He and Thunder Flame Horse stood alone at the entrance of the palace, being looked at with doubtful eyes by the guards in front of the palace and several young eunuchs, leaving only silent embarrassment.
At half past seven, Su Zheng and his 18 people still hadn't shown up.
"Master Instructor, I would like to remind you once again that if your team cannot enter the palace gate before eight o'clock, it will be disqualified."
The little eunuch once again stepped forward to remind Zhang Xiaopou.
Zhang Xiaozhu nodded awkwardly and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Did something happen on the way back?"
At the same time, the second roll call had begun in front of the Huangji Palace. When the military herald took the roster and called out the name of the 82nd participating team, it once again caused the other participating teams to burst into laughter.
The imperial capital was abandoned.
It’s no wonder they laughed at such a weird team name.
"I don't know who it is that it gave rise to such a scolding name?"
"It's probably someone who was so full that he was joking."
"This is contempt and insult to the iron cavalry competition. He should be held accountable and severely punished."
"Don't you know? This is the team of the fifteenth prince Su Zheng."
"Fuck! It's not those eighteen stinky rats crossing the street, is it?"
"It's them."
"Oh, they are the only ones who dare to act like this."
The picture has been projected to the sky in all directions. The late arrival of the 82nd participating team and its weird and cursed name have attracted the attention and discussion of the people in the city.
Guowei Mansion.
Island in the middle of the lake, Chunhua Hall.
In the pavilion on the top of the palace, Huang Daonv, Niu Dawa and others were sitting inside, eating melon seeds and drinking tea, looking at the projection on the north side of the Imperial City with eager anticipation, but Zhang Xiaopou was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is my dear grandson? Why hasn't he appeared yet?" Huang Daonv was a little anxious.
"The most powerful ones usually appear last." Wan Qingqiu reassured.
It's just that she doesn't understand what the "eighteen wastes of the imperial capital" are.
"Brother Niu, are these Imperial City Eighteen Wastemen my eldest brother's team? Why are they called Imperial City Eighteen Wastemen?" Zhang Xiaobing asked in a low voice to Niu Dawa who was sitting next to him.
"Well... I don't know, maybe... this name is more personal. Haha -" Niu Dawa couldn't help but laugh after finishing speaking.
Di Xiayun was sitting in the attic of his home, looking at the projection to the east of the imperial capital, praying silently in his heart, hoping that by eight o'clock, Su Zheng would die in a smelly ditch and never appear again in this life.
She felt a little panicked.
Ever since the last street fight on a rainy day, when Su Zheng and eighteen men defeated her cousin, she felt panicked.
She had always wanted to prevent Su Zhengyi's eighteen people from becoming stronger, but she didn't know where Su Zhengyi's eighteen people were at all. Even though she tried all kinds of tricks, nothing worked, which made her crazy with depression.
drive!
drive!
drive!
At the west entrance of Chunhua Street, the main street of the imperial capital, a group of ragged people, who looked like refugees, suddenly broke in, with a total of eighteen horses in front and behind.
Because Chunhua Street is the main street, no one is allowed to sit on the street to watch the cavalry competition. In case of emergencies such as flooding or fights, officers and soldiers cannot rush to the scene as soon as possible, so the street is empty.
unmanned.
The empty streets made the Eighteen Riders even more unscrupulous, running wildly towards the direction of the palace.
These eighteen riders are none other than the belatedly arrived eighteen members of Su Zheng.
On their way back, they had a fight with two waves of bandits, so they came back a little late.
Call!
Su Zheng, who was running at the front, suddenly stopped his horse.
"Boss, we can't stop, there's no time!" The people behind immediately urged anxiously.
"You go first, I'll catch up soon!" Su Zheng responded as he got off his horse, pulled a bulging bundle from his horse, and rushed into a store on the north side of the street.
There is a signboard in front of this shop, with four large gilt characters engraved on it: Juxian Gambling House.
Su Zheng rushed into the gambling house and went straight to a gambling table where money was being collected and asked: "I want to bet on the Imperial Capital Eighteen Wastes to win the championship in this iron cavalry competition. What is the handicap?"
The dealer was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He thought for a while before replying uncertainly: "It seems to be a loss of one hundred."
Bang!
Su Zheng threw the bulging cloth bag on the gambling table and shouted: "All in! Just keep your accounts and I will come to collect the money after the cavalry competition is over. If you dare to default on the money, I will destroy this Juxian Gambling House!"
"
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
"Where did this fool come from? I came here to give you money." The banker couldn't help but sneered as he looked at Su Zheng's hurried away figure.
But when he pulled the cloth bag that Su Zheng had thrown on the gaming table in front of him and opened it, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
I saw the golden light in the cloth bag, and it was filled with gold.
He was so frightened that he gulped, thinking that if the Eighteen Fools from the Imperial City really won the championship, Juxian Gambling House would probably lose everything.
"The shopkeeper's——!"
He hurriedly wrapped himself in gold and ran towards the inner hall in a panic.
In front of the palace.
The little eunuch glanced at the incense sticks in the incense burner next to the door. It had almost been burned out, which meant that it was already eight o'clock.
So he walked to Zhang Xiaopeng and said: "This master, it's eight o'clock -"
Drive! Drive! Drive!
Tap tap tap——
Halfway through his words, the little eunuch was suddenly interrupted by the sound of shouts and the sound of horse hooves coming from afar.
When Zhang Xiaozu saw that it was Su Zhengyi's eighteen people who had arrived, he felt relieved and said to the young eunuch in front of him: "Not early, not late, just the right time!"
After saying that, he lightly reined in the horse, and the thundering flame horse immediately neighed and raised its front hooves.
The little eunuch was frightened by the thunderous neighing of the flaming horse and hurriedly got out of the way.
drive!
When Su Zheng's eighteen men rushed forward, Zhang Xiaopou shouted loudly, and the thundering and flaming horse suddenly shot out like an arrow.
In front of Huangji Palace.
Emperor Su Hanlin was already standing on the Shenglong platform above the stone steps, looking majestically at the participating cavalry under the stone steps.
His eyes fell on the position of team No. 82. There was no one there, and he couldn't help but frown.
"The time has come!"
The herald shouted loudly, and then announced loudly: "Team No. 82, Imperial Capital Eighteen Destroyed Causes——"
drive!
"The imperial capital has been abolished!"
Zhang Xiaozu rode into the Huangji Palace on a thundering horse and shouted loudly, interrupting the herald's words.
The herald glanced at Su Hanlin out of the corner of his eye. When he saw Su Hanlin's brows stretched, he immediately pretended that he had not said anything and stood there quietly waiting for Su Zhengyi's eighteen people to arrive.
drive!
Eighteen people from Su Zheng followed closely.
There was an uproar in the imperial capital because they saw eighteen ragged beggars rushing into the Huangji Palace.
Su Hanlin frowned fiercely.
He found that Zhang Xiaozu was dressed in a bright and colorful way, and his precious son and daughter looked like they had just escaped from a refugee camp. He extremely suspected that Zhang Xiaozu was seeking revenge.
Su Zheng's eighteen men were as powerful as tigers. They rushed from far away to the front in an instant, and then stopped neatly where they should stop.
call--
Their swift charge whipped up a strong gust of wind, which hit the bodies and faces of other participating team members.
"——!"
In an instant, everyone's expressions changed, feeling like they were being attacked by deadly poisonous gas.
fishy, mutton, sour, smelly, rotten——
All kinds of flavors are mixed together, and it's indescribable.
Teams No. 81 and 83, which were adjacent to Su Zhengyi's eighteen members, were almost eliminated on the spot.
"Your Majesty, they dress like this to participate in the cavalry competition. It is a clear contempt and insult to the cavalry competition. They should be disqualified from the competition!" Someone expressed deep dissatisfaction with the beggar image of Su Zhengyi's eighteen people.
"Excuse me, which rule says that you cannot participate in the iron cavalry competition if you are wearing rags?" Su Zheng asked coldly.
"Although there are no clear regulations, each of us should pay due attention and respect to the iron cavalry competition, but you obviously do not."
"We trained until the last minute. Doesn't this count as respect for the cavalry competition? Is it possible that we only pay attention to and respect the cavalry competition by dressing up in the mirror and dressing up beautifully? Is it possible that the cavalry is on the battlefield?
Isn’t it about fighting the enemy with swords, but competing with the enemy to see who is prettier?”
"I didn't talk about the battlefield, I said here and now. Don't force your words or change your concept!"
"I said, stop arguing. The time has come. Let His Majesty announce the start of the competition. We can't hold on any longer." The coach of the No. 81 team said with a grimace.
"That's right." The coach of the No. 83 participating team strongly agreed.
"——" Su Zheng looked at the two people's expressions of pain and felt insulted.
He took a deep breath into his armpit to prove that the smell on his body was not strong, but his vision went dark and he almost fell off his horse.
