The colorful fragments shot from the starter pistol had not yet hit the ground when Heber's racing carriage shot forward like an arrow.
While the spring machine was still buzzing like a breathing monster, the horses' whinnying had already traveled almost ten meters away.
"Maintain speed, children!"
Heber shook the reins, and eight identical chestnut Falan warhorses broke through the stagnant air, galloping forward relentlessly.
The racing carriage had no rearview mirrors, but Heber could still feel that he had left the spring machine far behind.
The breathing sound of the beast had already faded into the distance.
No way, no way, could it have possibly broken down at the crucial moment, unable to even start?
Heber couldn't help but shout out joyfully: "Yi-Ha!"
The sound of hoofbeats was quick and dense, kicking up pebbles that hit the wooden fences on the roadside with a crackling sound.
