Chapter 772 I am the first (second update, please subscribe)
With an invitation letter, many countries saw the opportunity.
Despite the flood of various war surplus materials after World War II, many countries still have the will and need to strengthen their armaments. After all, no matter what the situation is, there are always some countries that will inevitably need to face the threat of war from the outside.
The same is true for Israel, the same is true for Yugoslavia, and the same is true for some other countries.
In this case, although the International Defense Equipment Exhibition held in Chang'an was the first similar exhibition in the world, it still attracted the attention of many countries!
While officials from various countries and weapons and equipment manufacturers have paid attention to this exhibition, the outside world has paid almost no attention to the exhibition.
After all, for ordinary people, what is the meaning of a defense equipment exhibition. It has nothing to do with ordinary people's lives, so naturally no one pays attention to it. At most, some military enthusiasts would care about it.
Even the newspaper only put a short message in the corner. Even if this was not an international exhibition, the newspaper would not even leave this space for it.
After all, the hottest topic right now is the Olympic Games. Whenever there is any space in the newspaper, it will be reserved for the Olympics.
After all, Nanyang people are full of expectations for this Olympics.
Three days ago, the Nanyang delegation arrived in Helsinki on a C717 passenger plane. From that day on, accompanying reporters sent telegrams back every day, reporting on the progress of the event. While people in China were paying attention to the Olympics, they were also Looking forward to it, looking forward to the athletes achieving corresponding results.
From the preliminaries to the finals, this requires a process. During this process, everyone is waiting for the good news of victory.
Although it was his first time to participate in the Olympics, Yang Wu was already accustomed to the track. At this time, the stadium was filled with shouts, and the waves of sound made his heart tremble.
Powerful opponents, enthusiastic audience!
All of this can only be encountered in such a competition.
And the reason why he came here was not to feel this atmosphere, but to win. This is the reason why the country is willing to send them here.
Must win!
The desire for victory deep in my heart was completely aroused at this moment.
The desire to fight was also rising in Yang Wu's body, making him feel as if his blood was boiling.
He is very clear that at this moment, not only the tens of thousands of spectators are watching this game, but also 45 million Nanyang people, and even more Tang people have achieved the goal of breaking "zero" All hopes are entrusted to him.
Nanyang needs a gold medal!
Before he walked into the arena, although the accompanying Olympic Committee officials said nothing, the anticipation in his eyes was difficult to conceal.
"The first track: Winter, Jamaica; the second track...the fourth track: Whitfield, the United States; the fifth track: Yang Wu, Nanyang; the sixth track: Ulzheimer , Germany..."
After Yang Wu glanced at the opponents next to him, he finally glanced at Winter, and soon he withdrew his gaze.
“Athletes on the road!”
The on-site referee issued the command to start the game.
The moment the password was given, the scene seemed to become silent.
Actually, this is just a feeling. In fact, the noise in the stadium is still rising and falling like waves.
Slowly walking towards the starting line, Yang Wu's eyes were staring straight ahead. At this time, the track, opponents and spectators, everything around him disappeared from his mind, just There is only one goal left - the end.
The final finish line of the men's 800 meters. Now he only has one thought, which is to be the first to cross the finish line!
At this moment, the powerful opponents around him completely disappeared from his consciousness.
"Everyone is in your position..."
With the shouts coming from the radio, the audience's eyes were all focused on the same focus.
“Get ready!”
All the players were ready. They took a deep breath, their nerves were highly tense, and their bodies leaned forward slightly again. Every muscle in the body gathers all the strength.
Thump thump...the sound of heartbeat.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The sound of breathing.
Other than that, Yang Wu could no longer feel anything else except himself and the track.
"Bang!"
Suddenly the sound of gunfire broke the silence between heaven and earth. In an instant, Yang Wudu woke up from the silence of his soul, and the players ejected their bodies almost at the same time.
It’s an ejection!
It was ejected like flying. If anyone has witnessed a steam catapult ejecting an airplane, they will definitely connect the two.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."
A voice echoed in Yang Wu's mind. Without any reservation or hesitation, the power that had been gathered for a long time completely exploded at this moment, producing astonishing strength.
"Faster, faster, you are too slow..."
Although he has surpassed his opponent, there is still a voice in his mind urging him and calling him .
Tell him what to do now!
Although the cheers from the audience on the field were endless, Yang Wu seemed to still be immersed in his world.
There was silence in his world, with only one voice echoing - Hurry up, hurry up!
Too slow, you are too slow, hurry up!
If you want to win, you have to be faster.
The crazy voice urged Yang Wu to rush forward. From the beginning, he maintained the lead, and his acceleration made other opponents a little uncomfortable. After all, this is an 800-meter race, and 800 meters also requires endurance. However, because of his lead, he broke the other opponents. The rhythm of people forced them to catch up.
After the first lap, Yang Wu still maintained the leading position. Besides him, there were three figures who stood out from everyone first, Whitfield, Winter and Ulzheimer. The three of them were advancing hand in hand, but they were half a body length behind Yang Wu.
Now the three of them have become Yang Wu's strongest opponents on his way to the championship.
In the last half of the lap, the three of them started to accelerate. At this time, they were evenly matched. The gap between them could not be distinguished by the naked eye, and the players behind them were stretched wider and wider.
In the last 100 meters, Yang Wu and Whitfield surpassed Winter by more than half their height. The two still maintained their balance, and Whitfield still pursued him without giving up.
"Too slow, too slow..."
In the last thirty meters, this balance was finally broken. Yang Wu had strong endurance that he had developed while pulling a rickshaw in Tangshan. , it was all revealed at this time. Half a body...one body...two bodies.
In the final sprint, no matter how much Whitfield tried to catch up, the distance between them could no longer be shortened.
Finally, under people's gaze, Yang Wu was the first to cross the finish line. For the first time, an Asian became the first place on the 800-meter track in the Olympic Games and became the winner.
And Nanyang finally got an Olympic gold medal!
When Yang Wu crossed the finish line, there was silence for a moment. No one seemed to believe that an Asian would win the 800-meter race.
The next moment, the audience cheered, Yang Wu won!
Won the Olympic men's 800m championship with a time of 1:48.89!
“Win!”
The moment Yang Wu crossed the finish line, the other side of the stadium was completely boiling. The people from Nanyang in the stands were jumping and laughing. , cheering, some of them are athletes, some are coaches, some are officials, some are reporters. Now regardless of their status, they are all hugging each other, hugging and jumping at the same time, venting their excitement and excitement to everyone.
This is Nanyang’s first Olympic gold medal!
(End of this chapter)