"This is not a simple game, this is a war game!"
"Yes! This is not a competition, this is a war!"
"Hahaha, good fighting, good fighting!"
Seeing the generals dancing with excitement, Zhao Hao weakly raised his hand and explained with a wry smile: "This is really a competition, you think too much!"
"This is clearly a war! Don't try to lie to us, Master!"
Feng Jie shouted loudly, then pointed at the court and said: "Young master divided each team into two parts, the offensive team and the defensive team. These are basically the army that expands the territory and the army that defends the country!"
"Not only that, just take a look!"
Meng Yi also joined in the fun and said: "The offensive team and the defensive team are divided into many 'arms' according to their different functions."
"The fifteen-person offensive team alone has multiple identities such as 'quarterback', 'receiver', 'running back', etc. These many 'services' do not correspond to the infantry and cavalry on our battlefield. Crossbowmen, chariot soldiers?”
Zhao Hao: "."Are you all crazy? Could this also be related?
"What Doctor Ling said makes sense. These 'arms' each perform their own duties and cooperate with each other. There must be something going on inside!"
Du He said thoughtfully: "Young Master is able to learn from Guowei, thanks to His Majesty's wisdom, otherwise he would never have been able to create such a variety of tactics!"
Ying Zheng: "."
Zhao Hao: "."
The two looked at each other, both speechless.
After a while, Wang Jian stood up and said thoughtfully: "A few days ago, Wang Li came back and told me that Mr. Hao was raising funds to open a medical clinic. I was still thinking about what kind of medical clinic it would cost to open a few hundred. Thousands of gold;
It turns out that the young master is openly opening a medical clinic and secretly forming a team. He plans to use competitions to simulate the battlefield and let them learn new tactics. The young master really has good intentions! "
"That's right! My treacherous son actually said that the young master wanted to defraud us of our money. I was so angry. When I go back tonight, I will beat that treacherous son!"
"Yes, yes, my grandson is the same, he really deserves to be beaten!"
"Not to mention anything else, even these equipments cost a lot of money, but my rebellious son is as stupid as a pig and doesn't understand!"
"Don't worry, young master, no matter how much it costs, we will pay for it. Please be sure to teach them these tactics!"
After hearing Wang Jian's words, all the generals suddenly realized and agreed one after another.
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Zhao Hao opened his mouth wide and looked at Ying Zheng blankly.
Ying Zheng looked back at him with a half-smile, and nodded slightly.
You boy can do it! How dare you play the trick of "coming and going secretly" with me? Just wait for me.
"That's not the case. You generals are wrong. I really want to open a medical clinic. This competition is just to make money."
Seeing that everyone's misunderstanding was getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Hao quickly explained again.
Feng Jie interrupted him impatiently: "Master, why are you doing this? We are all veterans who are loyal to His Majesty and to the Great Qin. We will never expose the Master's talents!"
"Yes, sir, we are all our own people, don't worry!"
Du He echoed, then suddenly thought of something, and said with excitement on his face: "Sir, can you let us put on armor and play for a while?"
"Yes, sir, let's try it!"
After hearing Du He's words, the generals' eyes widened and they were eager to try.
Zhao Hao had no choice but to turn his head to look at Ying Zheng. He saw Ying Zheng hesitated a little, then raised his hand and said: "Then let the generals try it!"
Naturally, Zhao Hao did not dare to disobey the First Emperor's order, so he immediately called on the players and put the generals into appropriate armor.
After about half an hour, the generals appeared one after another.
As the referee, Zhao Hao also walked to the center of the court and said to the generals: "You all know the rules. Let me emphasize a few more points!"
"First, you must not act out of impulse!"
"Second, it is absolutely fair and just!"
"Third, between players, no."
"Okay, sir, let's get started!"
Before Zhao Hao could finish his words, Feng Jie urged him impatiently.
"Old man Feng! Why are you talking to the young master?"
As Feng Jie's opponent, Du He was not used to him at all and immediately scolded him for being rude to Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao couldn't help but feel worried when he saw that the two sides hadn't started yet and the smell of gunpowder was so strong.
But the First Emperor was watching from the stage and did not express his position, indicating that the game had to continue, so he could only bite the bullet and blow his homemade whistle.
"Boom!"
With a whistle, Feng Jie, who was wearing rugby armor, and Du He, who was also dressed in the same outfit, each led a team and suddenly collided with each other.
The entire stadium was filled with excitement in the next moment.
Shouts, curses, and shouts came and went, resounding throughout the entire arena.
The veterans who had not played, including the First Emperor Ying Zheng, were all aroused by this passionate atmosphere.
Even Meng Yi, the record historian, who usually behaves politely, became wild.
The Qin Dynasty was a martial artist, so it was very interested in this 'violent' rugby game.
This kind of impact made the onlookers feel uncontrollably excited.
The 'four good-for-nothing brothers' who were unable to play suddenly bared their teeth when they saw Feng Jie and Du He working so hard.
"Are they going to get hurt like this, charging so hard?"
Young Master Gao looked at Zhao Hao worriedly.
Zhao Hao smiled and said nothing.
Gong Ziliang on the side said with excitement: "This has just begun, and they are so fierce. Even if they are not as good as the close combat on the battlefield, blood and flesh are flying everywhere, it looks very exciting!"
"Stimulate!"
After the words fell, Young Master Ronglu and Young Master Jianglu agreed excitedly at the same time.
Ying Zheng on the stage suddenly discovered that although Feng and Du collided fiercely, they did not miss the pass.
Just when Feng Jie was about to fly out of bounds, he threw the ball out. At this time, the receiver's position happened to be in the second defense zone.
Seeing that the opponent had advanced the ball to the second defensive zone, Duhe immediately directed the players to start blocking.
At this time, the players from both sides were even more selfless in their collisions and blocks. They didn't care about the formation or not. It was just a brutal fight.
The sound of 'bang bang' was heard throughout the entire stadium, and even the veterans in the stands couldn't help but cheer.
"Old Feng, hurry up and hit him!"
"Nanyang Marquis, stop running away, intercept him quickly!"
"Damn it, why is that kid running so slow?"
Zhao Hao and his brothers were stunned when they heard the cursing shouts of the veterans.
The popularity of the competition has proven that this sport destined to be accepted by the people of Qin will definitely ignite the entire Qin Dynasty.
Maybe there is no need to wait until the fall, no need to promote at all, just play a game in front of everyone, and you will win countless die-hard fans who love this sport.
but
All this seems to have nothing to do with them.
Seeing Ying Zheng enjoying the game with all his concentration, and watching the veterans sprinting selflessly, they seemed to be rejuvenated, and they didn't need to worry about the formation of the team at all.
What can be expected is that Zhao Hao will no longer worry about money.
Not to mention advertising fees, just making football armors is enough for him to earn a lot of money.
After all, only he can make this armor.
This kind of business is equivalent to a monopoly business.
No matter what era, monopoly business is very profitable.
However, what surprised Zhao Hao the most was that the energy of these veterans was completely inconsistent with the exuberance of their age group.
The roar of sprints on the field has been replaced by the cry of 'kill'. The heavily armed generals of Da Qin finally couldn't restrain the violent murderous intent on the field, and each of them became murderous, frightening the Zhao Hao brothers. Back away.
The surging murderous intent made those who had never been on the battlefield feel terrified.
The game finally came to an end after the generals vented their feelings.
Zhao Hao simply couldn't believe what these generals had gone through before. At thirty or forty years old, they could still wear armor weighing dozens of kilograms and run on the field for an hour or two.
What's even weirder is that they were still talking and laughing after the game.
Scores in the game are meaningless. These veterans only play for the pleasure of collision.
As for the poor rugby ball, when it advanced to the third defensive zone, it was trampled by someone and no one left.
"Okay, okay! This is so fun!"
Feng Jie took off his helmet and said to Ying Zheng, sweating profusely: "Your Majesty, Old Feng likes this new style of rugby. This is a game for real men!"
"Well, it's really good. This is the most fun game I've ever seen!"
Duhe also took off his helmet and echoed with empathy.
"Young Master Hao is good. I have developed this new thing and I like it very much!" Wang Jian said with a smile while stroking his beard.
Meng Yi nodded in approval and said, "Yeah, interesting."
"Where is Young Master Hao?"
Ying Zheng shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Father, my son and minister are here."
Zhao Hao, who was hiding far away, heard the shouts of the First Emperor's father, ran up to him and bowed to him.
Ying Zheng glanced at him with disdain and said, "Aren't you a referee? Why are you running so far away!"
"Huh? This."
Zhao Hao scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "The momentum of our Great Qin generals was too strong. The referee couldn't withstand it at all, and they retreated far away without knowing it."
As soon as these words came out, all the generals rolled their eyes, not only despising Zhao Hao, but also the good-for-nothing brothers.
I wipe it!
You have enough!
If it were a regular game, you would have been sent off!
"Well, my generals in Great Qin have all experienced hundreds of battles and killed countless enemies. The killing aura is indeed not something that you juniors can bear. Let me ask you, who of them will win?"
Ying Zheng knew that his son had never been on the battlefield, so he gave him a step up and changed the subject.
Zhao Hao was moved in his heart, but he said helplessly: "Reporting to my father, the competition between the generals was so fierce that it dazzled my son and ministers, but judging from the distance advanced by both sides and the points obtained, it seems to be a draw!"
"Good draw!"
Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction and asked calmly: "What reward do you want for creating such a game that benefits the country and the army?"
Obviously, the First Emperor also regarded the 'rugby' game as a war-driving sport.
However, if you think about it, all competitions are about strategy, and fighting on the battlefield is especially about strategy. They have something in common, so they can naturally be compared.
"Father, this competition was not thought up by me alone. It was thought up by all the royal brothers together. If we want to reward it, we must also reward all the royal brothers!"
Of course, Zhao Hao couldn't take all the credit. After all, he came up with the idea, trained the players, made the equipment, and all the subsequent things, all relying on the four 'waste brothers'.
"In this case, I allow you to promote this competition, and the proceeds will be shared among the five of you!"
Zhao Hao knew that this was the Emperor's father legitimately asking him to make money, and he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
"My son, I would like to thank my father. May my father be blessed and safe!"
Zhao Hao bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng smiled and waved his hand: "Go down!"
"Here, my son, please retire!"
Not far away from the Emperor's father, Zhao Hao was surrounded by four young masters.
"Brother Hao, Brother Hao, what did your father say?" Young Master Gao asked hurriedly.
"Yes, Brother Hao, will Father still allow us to hold a competition?" Gong Ziliang agreed.
"I see that the generals are having a lot of fun. They should be very interested in the competition!" Young Master Jianglu said thoughtfully.
"Then can our plan still be implemented?" Young Master Ronglu asked the question that all the brothers were most concerned about.
The purpose of their participation was completely different from Gongzi Gao's, but the same purpose as Zhao Hao's, which was to make money.
After all, they raised the money to make the equipment.
Therefore, they are more concerned about whether they can get their capital back and make some money by the way.
But Zhao Hao shook his head and sighed: "Father just said that he wanted to reward me, but I refused."
"ah?"
The four brothers were startled and were about to speak.
Zhao Hao suddenly smiled: "I said it is not my fault alone, it is all the help of the four brothers. My father said that we are allowed to promote the competition, and the proceeds will be shared among us!"
"Great! Father is wise!"
The four brothers looked overjoyed when they heard this.
Zhao Hao nodded with a smile, and then greeted them: "Let's go back to Xianyang. I will pay for today's consumption!"
"Hahaha!"
The four brothers raised their heads and smiled, then followed Zhao Hao, mounted their horses, and prepared to leave the stadium.
At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from behind: "Stop!"
"Um?"
Zhao Hao and the others were stunned for a moment, and followed the sound, only to see Ying Teng rushing towards this direction in a hurry.
Before Zhao Hao and the others could react, Zhao Hao's horse was tightly held by Ying Teng, preventing him from leaving.
"What does Zong Zheng mean?"
Zhao Hao frowned and looked at Ying Teng in confusion.
Seeing this, Young Master Gao hurriedly said: "What are Zongzheng's orders? It's okay to just say it, but don't startle my brother Hao's horse, so he can learn to ride!"
"Just learned to ride a horse?"
Ying Teng narrowed his eyes: "Who did you learn the six arts from?"
"this"
Zhao Hao looked hesitant and didn't know how to answer.
The original owner of this body could indeed ride a horse. Although he had inherited the memory of the original owner when he traveled back in time, riding a horse was not something that could be done only with memory, and needed to be practiced again.
But in the three years since he traveled back in time, he couldn't even leave the palace gate. He usually went to class in a carriage and had no chance to ride a horse.
If Lantian was not far away from Xianyang, he would not be riding alone for fear of dragging others down.
But, is there something wrong with Ying Teng?
Even if you are Zongzheng and manage all the royal families, what does it have to do with you whether I ride a horse or not?
Did the royal family stipulate that the prince could not ride a horse?
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit wrong, Gong Ziliang on the side hurriedly rode forward and said to Ying Teng: "Zong Zheng, there is no need to mind. My brother Hao is a bit lazy, but this horse..."
"I don't care whether the young master rides a horse or a carriage!"
Ying Teng interrupted Gong Ziliang with a cold voice, raised his head and said to Zhao Hao: "It's just that this war horse is so precious, why did you waste it? Don't you know how much I, Qin Fa, value the war horse?"
Zhao Hao was confused by Ying Teng and asked in confusion: "When did I ruin the war horse?"
"See for yourself, what's on your horse's hooves?"
"War horse hooves?"
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, then looked down and smiled in realization, "What did I think? It turns out you were talking about horseshoes!"
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