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Chapter 12 Referee, this is not playing ball, but hitting people!

"Two teams in position!"

The referee came to the field and shouted loudly.

In his hand, he held a bright red wooden ball the size of a fist and held it high.

This is polo.

At the same time, there are two wooden poles standing on the sidelines, and beside them are twenty red and yellow flags.

This is the scoring rack.

When Datang scored a goal, a big red flag would be planted horizontally on the wooden pole, and if Tubo scored a goal, a shit-yellow flag would be planted.

Whoever scores the first goal wins the game.

That is extremely important for boosting morale.

The two sides were in their respective positions. As the team leaders, An Zhongjing and Bren Zanren were at the forefront, staring straight at the ball.

There is no countdown like three two one, the polo is suddenly thrown from the referee's hand, first rises and then falls, and falls to the ground.

"mine!"

An Zhongjing and Bren Zanren rode their horses and rushed forward, hitting the vermilion ball with the sticks in their hands at the same time.

With the strong wind whistling, the crescent-shaped tips of the two clubs slapped on both sides of the little polo at the same time, sandwiching it right in the middle.

It seemed that they were using too much force, and without even a moment of stalemate, the clubs slid away and fell obliquely, each pulling towards the other.

Discovering the opponent's purpose, the two clubs quickly returned to the defense and collided together.

"Boom! Boom! Crack!"

These movements are extremely fast, and the angle of attack is the best.

Between square inches, the two clubs went through a dazzling confrontation, using the strength of the bowstring.

An Zhongjing is obviously a master of the middle, the stick is very delicate in his hands, and the strength explodes in layers.

Brenzan's flexibility is slightly inferior, but it also makes up for it with strong physical fitness.

But in the end, he was slightly inferior, and was swept away by An Zhongjing's whirlwind. In the end, he raised the ball high and pointed it to his teammates ten steps away.

That teammate was the best at riding. The moment the stick caught the polo, the green horse under his crotch began to speed up.

Seeing this, the Tubo team divided into two riders and surrounded them from left to right.

The man was unhurried, and passed a long pass to another player.

Unexpectedly, people from the Tubo side came to surround them again, using the speed of their horses, they often ensured the defensive momentum of two people.

At the same time, there is a team member who keeps moving at high speed and supports at any time.

The polo was passed rapidly between the Liangzhou Five, and Li Yan also caught the ball several times.

He has a solid foundation in martial arts, and he doesn't know how to cooperate with exquisite tactics, but he doesn't need to learn simple passing and catching at all. He is fast and accurate, and he doesn't look like a novice at all.

After a few beautiful passes, when the polo was passed back to An Zhongjing again, he found that the entanglement between the two sides had always been in the midfield.

The Tubo team was staggered, forming an invisible wall to keep them out.

"Not good!"

An Zhongjing's face was heavy.

Bren Zanren's tactics are very simple. He has arranged a defensive formation to form an impregnable fortress, trying to forcefully consume Liangzhou's physical strength.

This scene is like in the Chi You play just now, the Tubo warrior Chi Zhe waited for the attack, and waited until Meng Teng's strength was exhausted, and then counterattacked in one fell swoop.

Just the first ball at the beginning, the two sides played back and forth, fierce competition.

There was no fluctuation on the rough face of the Tubo golfer, but on the Liangzhou side, his breathing was already a little short.

"Tang people are nothing more than that!"

"Now is not Taizong's era!"

Seeing his ugly face, Bronzan laughed again.

Lu Dongzan admired Li Shimin very much. When educating his children, he used Li Shimin's deeds as examples many times.

For example, when the King of Qin went on an expedition, what Li Shimin liked the most was to fortify the wall first, dampen the enemy's spirit, and wait until the enemy's army became impetuous, and then flattened them in a wave.

When fighting Xue Rengao, Liu Wuzhou, Song Jingang, Dou Jiande, and Liu Heitai, this tactic was used every time. The heroes of the late Sui Dynasty were repeatedly used by him, and it took effect repeatedly, and finally swept the world.

This is the advantage of the national system backed by the Tang Dynasty. It seems simple, but in fact it is ingenious and clumsy.

Those who are good at using their own advantages are strong, not some pretentious and gaudy conspiracy.

Lu Dongzan's dream is to develop Tubo into a country as powerful as the Tang Dynasty, while Brenzan's idea is to grasp the core of the struggle between the enemy and ourselves.

"Pay attention to conserving your strength, it doesn't matter if you give them the first ball."

"Our goal is to exhaust the Tang people's strength and make them collapse!"

Brenzan even started plotting aloud.

"Save your strength, save your stamina to fight!"

An Zhongjing knew that the other party had bad intentions, so he still had to make adjustments.

But in this way, he lost his vigor.

Sure enough, in the next pass, one person made a mistake and the polo was intercepted.

"attack!"

Brenzan pinched the horse's belly, and with the sound of hoofbeats, the Tubo team brazenly launched a counterattack.

Where did they want to let the ball go, it was clear that the opponent was determined to win.

"Stop them!"

An Zhongjing roared angrily, and the two sides frantically chased after the polo.

"Datang must win! Liangzhou must win! Don't let Fannu score!"

Gradually, the cheers from the audience outside the stadium became visibly anxious.

Because Liangzhou's defense line is obviously not as impenetrable as Tubo's, it has been continuously broken through.

The red goal, which is more than ten feet high, is getting closer and closer.

"No!"

Seeing that Datang's goal was about to enter the threatening range, a blue-white light and shadow suddenly rushed out.

Shishi Cong accelerated inconceivably, as if he could shrink the ground to an inch, spanning a distance of more than ten meters at once.

swing the stick.

Snapped!
This blow, from rushing into to intercepting, has no technical content, it all depends on the sudden explosion of Lion Cong.

But in this way, the moment the ball is intercepted, the mount under the crotch will not be able to stop.

"Hey!"

The Tubo player who was intercepted immediately bent his elbow, like a hammer, and slammed into it.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't dodge or dodge, his chest and abdomen muscles contracted, tightened like iron, and he went directly to meet him.

Corner resistance, horizontal force!

This kind of strength technique is closest to the horizontal kung fu in martial arts.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the Tubo man who hit the black hand felt as if he had hit an iron plate, his elbow and elbow were in severe pain, he groaned, and fell back.

On the other hand, the victim was completely fine, and with his free left hand, he casually dusted his chest and began to dribble.

"Liro, are you alright?"

An Zhongjing, who was not far away, looked frightened and asked worriedly.

"It's okay."

Of course it was Li Yan who made the shot. Since he didn't know how to play polo, he observed patiently for a while.

The result is relieved.

After all, the two sides are not professional polo teams, and their skills are just that.

He, a novice, was mixed in, and with his strong physical fitness, he didn't feel any sense of disobedience.

I'm sorry then.

Li Yan started to dribble.

His strength and skill have already reached the point where he can lift the weight as lightly as possible, and swing it freely. A small polo, with a little movement, is almost stuck to the stick, and the wind returns and the electric shock, with no direction forward.

"Take him!"

Not winning the first place made Bren Zanren a little unwilling. Seeing Li Yan ignoring the formation and rushing in directly, he gave a loud shout.

The fastest Tubo member rushed out from the flanks, with an undisguised grin on his face, the muscles on his arms clearly swelled up, and he swung his staff with all his strength.

When swinging the club normally, one must reserve some strength to prepare for changes at any time, but this time the Tubo nobleman used all his strength and the angle was extremely tricky, the target was obviously not the ball.

Coincidentally, Li Yan thought so too.

He picked up the tip of his crescent stick, and the polo bounced obediently, flew high with a whoosh, drew an arc, and just jumped over the heads of the Tubo nobles.

The eyes of the Tubo nobles followed the bright red wooden ball subconsciously, and then felt a terrifying strong wind blowing from the front.

Li Yan waved his stick.

He hit with a staff.

Also people.

The clubs of the two clashed first, obviously they were wooden sticks of the same material, but with different strengths and movement skills, they ushered in diametrically opposite endings.

Li Yan's stick just slid away, completely removing the opponent's strength, and accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, the stick in the hands of the Tubo nobles broke off without any resistance, and it turned into two pieces and flew out. .

His tiger's mouth was in severe pain, and the sackcloth wrapped around his palm was stained red by the spurting blood.

The point is, the strong wind is still strong, and Li Yan's club accidentally made close contact with the opposite arm.

The Tubo noble was immediately thrown into the air and fell off his horse heavily.

"what--!"

"Bang!!"

A mixed duet that was painful to listen to, even the ground paved with oil couldn't help it, and the dust flew up.

Everything happened so fast, including Bren Zanren, the other Tubo team members were stunned.

Watching helplessly, Li Yan thrust his stick forward as if nothing had happened, the tip of the crescent stick accurately caught the falling polo, and then patted the horse to speed up.

Shizi Cong's speed was the best in the field, and the other defender was only half a beat too slow before being broken by Li Yan, and he came to Tubo's half-court as if he had entered no one's land.

A hundred steps away from the goal, Li Yan swung his stick gracefully.

volley!

The polo flew out close to the ground, drew a straight line, and broke through the door neatly.

While Li Yan waved to the audience outside the court, Shi Shiran turned the horse around, the tip of the drooping stick, blood dripped down drop by drop, and looked to the sidelines: "No points yet?"

"Referee, this is not playing ball, it is hitting people!"

The referee was overjoyed, unable to hear Tubo's roar at all, and immediately planted the first bright red flag on the scoring stand.

"Datang! First place!"

　Thanks to the book friend "Fu Changqin in the forest" for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)