The grassland athletic competition began, and Zhao Si sat in the middle of the auditorium set up. The view here was the best, and it was the VIP seat among the VIP seats.
The first competition is flat horse racing. Players from the Four Flags and Twenty-Eight Wings are divided into groups by drawing lots. Ten riders compete in groups. The top two in each group advance to the semi-finals.
The semi-finals will still be divided into groups by drawing lots, and the top ten will be divided into groups, and this cycle will continue until the top ten are determined, and then the finals will be held.
After two days of competition, four flat horse racing events, one thousand meters, one thousand five hundred meters, two thousand meters, and three thousand meters, with cross-over rematches, the top ten were finally determined. For the sake of fairness, we took a night's rest.
On the morning of the third day, the finals will be held separately.
On the morning of the third day, the final of flat horse racing is about to begin.
As soon as the red sun rose in the east, thousands of spectators set out from their temporary residences and rushed to the racing venue. In order to allow as many spectators to watch the race as possible, the flat horse race was held in a valley.
The bottom of the valley was completely leveled and drawn into ten tracks. The hillsides on both sides of the valley became natural auditoriums. People could sit on the ground or ride horses and gather together in twos and threes to watch the competition.
The staff lined up in a row and walked slowly on the track, with their heads lowered and staring at the dirt track, sweeping inch by inch. There should be no holes or rocks on the track, otherwise it would be easy for the horse to stumble.
Have an accident.
It has been carefully cleaned once, and now it is the final three inspections.
More and more spectators gathered on both sides, and some anxious spectators began to squeeze onto the track at the bottom of the valley. Fortunately, there were three fences on both sides of the track to prevent other people from entering. There were also non-commissioned officers and officers from the Guards' Cavalry Battalion inside the fence.
Patrol back and forth.
Who can predict that in a fierce competition, someone will shoot an arrow for the players outside the track? - Over the years, the bannermen with four flags and twenty-eight wings have put their honor more than their lives. In order to give this
When the bannermen fight for honor, some bannermen can do anything. Some veterans who have crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood are really willing to do whatever it takes to win.
At 30 minutes to nine o'clock, the chief referee arranged the referees to take their positions. Now there is no accurate stopwatch for timing. The referees at the end can only rely on the naked eye to judge who touches the line first.
Of course, referees must also be arranged at the starting point to see who dares to jump ahead. At the same time, there are also a number of referees in the middle of the track. On the high towers, there are also referees watching the track with telescopes - the contestants are all masters of horse riding. During the competition
During the process, getting so close and making some small moves secretly to frighten the opponent's mount is a very simple thing and must be prevented.
Sports competitions are now very prosperous in the Song Dynasty. They have been running according to the new system for more than ten years and have accumulated rich experience, so they are very thoughtful.
At twenty minutes to nine o'clock, the ten players rode to the referee to sign in. Seeing them appear, the surrounding spectators burst into loud cheers and called out the names of their own players.
Some are called Flying on the Grass, some are called Flying Riders like Lightning, some are called Ben Lei Jue Chen, and there is actually one called Lightning Lightning. After several years of assimilation, the Chinese proficiency of Four Flags and Twenty-Eight Wings still needs to be improved.
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After signing in, the chief referee and the assistant referee checked all ten players and their mounts to see if their riding equipment was in order, whether the mounts' hooves were clean, and whether the liveries worn by people and horses were correct. Everything was correct.
Then let them enter the starting area.
The starting area is a series of separate sheds. Each one is very narrow and can only accommodate one person and one rider standing in the middle.
At five minutes to nine o'clock, the deputy starter rang the bell and the chief starter took his place. The chief referee and an assistant chief referee rode their horses and called the judges at the starting and finishing points respectively. An assistant referee checked the riders again.
, mount name and number.
One minute later, the bell rang again. The chief commander raised the blunderbuss, which was only loaded with gunpowder and not lead shot.
As the hands of the clock base approached twelve little by little, the referee gave a signal to the chief commander, indicating that he was ready to give the signal, and then blew the brass whistle.
The staff removed the front baffle at the starting position, and the riders comforted the eager horses and pulled them two steps back. They did not dare to move too far forward for fear of accidentally running away - they would start after the bronze whistle blew.
It's considered a false start. If you do it three times, you will be disqualified from the competition. It's such a loss.
"Everyone on your place!" the commander shouted loudly. All the riders leaned down and clung to the horse's back. At the same time, they held the reins and carefully controlled their mounts. They carefully took a few steps forward and stayed behind the starting line.
"Ready! -" The commander waited for five breaths, then pulled the trigger. The short musket exploded with a bang, and ten horses popped out of the starting position with a whoosh like arrows off the string.
The horses' hooves flew, the man and the horse became one, as fast as a dragon. Ten people and ten riders ran with all their strength on the track. They gave up everything and only had eyes for the front. They wished they could put on their wings and surpass their opponents and fly to the finish line.
The audience outside the stadium was excited, and tens of thousands of cheering voices - Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Soon they gathered together and became very rhythmic, like the drums of heaven beating.
The world record for horse racing for one thousand meters in later generations was a little over fifty-three seconds. The level of jockeys and horses competing today must be far superior to them - you are just a professional, others are instinctive. The time taken will also be shorter than fifty-three seconds.
Thirty seconds passed by in a blink of an eye, and the ten riders fought each other to death - they were all selected from tens of thousands of riders, and the difference was not too big. Forty seconds passed before the first echelon followed.
The second echelon opened up a horse's head position - with this distance, they might catch up in a sprint.
The positions of the top three were almost the same. The referee seemed very nervous and frequently sent signals to the referees at the finish line, telling them to be alert and not to make any mistakes.
The officials are watching, and tens of thousands of spectators are also watching. If they misjudge, they may be trampled to pieces - most of the spectators are on horses. Once the madness starts and thousands of horses gallop, who can stop it?
As we get closer and closer to the finish line, everyone's eyes are focused on the finish area. After ten seconds of fierce competition, the distance between the top three is finally visible to the naked eye.
The riders galvanized their mounts, crossing the finish line one by one, and began to slow down in the buffer zone. At this time, the entire arena became extremely silent, and only the mounts were heard snoring. Everyone held their breath and listened to the instructions.
The referee's announcement of the result.
The referee who rode his horse to the finish line listened to the results of several finish judges and communicated with the referee who was observing from above. Seeing that everyone's opinions were very consistent, he made a ruling.
"The winner of the 1,000-meter flat horse race is Xuanwu Banner, Yue Yanyi, and Yan Wanshi!"
The whole stadium burst into deafening cheers!
"I saw him leaping in his final sprint, like a horse trampling a flying swallow." Zhao Si said one sentence, and it quickly spread throughout the audience. Soon, everyone in the entire stadium was shouting one word.
: "The horse tramples the flying swallow! The horse tramples the flying swallow!"
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