After a simple lunch.
The newbies didn't need to be driven away by the guards and rushed to the stable.
"Go, go, go. First come, first served."
"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? Other people have picked up the strong horses, and the rest of the docile and easy to ride horses are better."
"I'm afraid you're wrong. Someone picked up the docile horse first, and left the rest to you."
"I think what you said makes sense. Hurry up, hurry up."
In front of the Colosseum stable, there was a large racecourse.
The racecourse was surrounded by a wooden fence as high as half a person.
The guards had already pulled out a large group of horses and tied them to the pole in the center of the racecourse.
A group of white, black and red horses was eating grass with their heads down for the green hands to choose.
Looking at the strong horses, the newbies were all excited. "That's great."