The tenth prince also said: "I said long ago that this horse is very violent, why don't you believe me, now that I'm injured, this prince really... I really don't know what to say."
All the people in Tsarist Russia stared at the Tenth Prince with murderous eyes, their teeth creaking.
Originally they were going to make trouble, their people were trampled by horses, and they wanted the emperor to give an explanation, but once the tenth prince said this, what face did they have to ask the emperor to give them an explanation.
The emperors of other countries have already proclaimed imperial physicians to their people who were trampled by horses, and the tenth prince also said that his horse is fierce. They refused to listen to persuasion and insisted on riding that horse. What can they do now? They couldn't even say that they were going to deal with that horse. It was their own people who were incompetent, and they were injured after failing to train the horse. What can they say, they can only admit that they are unlucky.
The emperor didn't seem to pay attention to the tense atmosphere between the two sides, and said lightly: "Emissary of Tsarist Russia, is this competition going to continue?"
The Tsarist Russian envoy gritted his teeth with a half-smile and said: "Of course, continue. Our warriors haven't experienced the majesty of the Eighth Prince yet."
This time, the Tsarist Russian envoys did not dare to choose those strong horses that belonged to them. After accepting the horses assigned to them, Yu Qingyu regretted why no two people came to step on him? He promised that they wouldn't even have the chance to ride him this time, and they would directly disable him, what a pity! It's a pity that the Russians were discouraged.
Yu Qingyu shook his head, tsk tsk... it's not fun, but... it should be fun in a while, so he will carry out his plan along the way, feeling very happy.
Targets in a circle were erected in the center of the huge racecourse, and the edges of the ten targets were dyed different colors, and paper strips of different colors were also pasted on the arrows of the princes and Russians.
The rule of the game is that everyone must shoot the arrow of which color they take to the target of the corresponding color, and shooting to other targets is not counted as a result.
In the Qing Dynasty, the Zhijun King, the Fourth Prince, the Eighth Prince, the Ninth Prince, and the Tenth Prince lined up in a row in a heroic manner in riding attire, with high fighting spirit in their hearts.
Yu Qingyu raised his eyes and glanced at the Eighth Prince, and sneered in his heart, Eighth Prince, I'm sorry, I did this for your own good.
There were also five warriors from Tsarist Russia, all of whom had tall bodies, and looked as a whole a head taller than those from the Qing Dynasty.
Ten horses stood in a row, and the gap between the horses did not exceed one meter. Both sides leaned forward slightly, holding the reins tightly with their palms, ready to gallop at any time.
With an order, the sound of horseshoes resounded throughout the racecourse, and the ten horses ran forward together, and gradually opened up the distance. Yu Qingyu took the lead, feeling proud, hum! How could you ordinary people outrun him!
The Tenth Prince drew out an arrow, and twitched the corners of his mouth when he saw the green paper sticking to the arrow. It's so green, it's not auspicious at all.
With a sound of "咻咻...", the arrow was firmly inserted into the green target, and at the same time, several arrows of different colors were inserted into their respective targets.
Yu Qingyu jumped high, jumped over an obstacle set up, and continued to run. The sound of hooves getting closer and closer came from behind, and the horse soon caught up.
"Ahh... it hurts! Don't stab my ass again! I'm already running very fast!"
Listening to what the horse behind said, Yu Qingyu paused, slowed down, and soon kept level with the horse.
"Are you okay?" Yu Qingyu turned to the horse and said.
(end of this chapter)