Some horses fell in the mud pits and never got up, some remained hesitant before the railings, unwilling to leap over, while others got entangled in the ropes on the ground, rolling down along with the riders on their backs.
In the end, only the silhouettes of a black and a white horse were left on the field.
And the riders on their backs were none other than Daniel and Zhao Lang.
"Go, Daniel, hurry up and knock him down!"
"Come on, Daniel, use your horse to trample him underfoot!"
"Hold on, Daniel, first place is yours for the taking!"
The crowd cheered unquestioningly for Daniel.
After all, Daniel was born into an Earl family, while this Zhao Lang was nothing but a mediocre Hua Country person, unworthy of comparison.
The surrounding cheers ignited Daniel's blood to boil. He spurred his horse more forcefully, his eyes filled with the red rope that symbolized victory.
He was determined to take first place!
