Since the Daliang team scored its first goal, the Dijon team has become more and more crazier, making small moves one after another.
Taking advantage of the robbery to hit someone with a stick, deliberately using a whip to spur other people's horses, and secretly using hidden weapons to hinder the attack. These small actions may not be obvious to the naked eye, but Song Che has already seen them clearly with binoculars.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The gong sounded and the first half of the game was over.
After two-quarters of an hour of fierce confrontation, both men and horses were tired, and both sides came to rest one after another.
"Hurry up and bring me the wine, honey and water. I will personally reward my brave warrior in Daliang!"
The prince went down to the stands with civil and military officials to receive condolences, and personally poured wine to reward the players.
"Your Highness, the second half will probably be more intense. Can you give me some time alone so that I can plan some countermeasures?" Song Che asked.
"That's fine. We have Boss Song, and Wu has General Jiang. I can just sit high in the stands, hahaha..."
The prince laughed heartily and returned to the stand with the officials.
Song Che gathered everyone together, but before he could say anything, the players all vomited their bitterness:
"Those Tatars are so despicable. They actually carried hidden weapons in their sleeves to carry out sneak attacks! They caused us a lot of suffering!"
"Yeah, look at my face, it's bleeding. If Master Zhou from the Ministry of Etiquette hadn't given an order to treat the guests kindly, I would have retaliated by the motherfucker!"
"Don't be angry, everyone. I have set up a formation to control them. In the second half, you just need to guard the goal. This, this, this, this..."
Song Che lowered his voice and laid out his tactics.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The gong sounded again.
When everyone entered the venue, the horses stepped on the dust and filled with murderous intent.
The Daliang team gave up the attack, and eight men and eight horses lined up at the door. The clubs in their hands were like swords. The Dijon team also summoned all members to press to the left half, and the battle was about to break out.
"kick off!"
The Dijon team hit the ball at the same time, and eight fast horses charged at the same time, just shy of shouting the word "kill".
But just as they were charging hard, several people suddenly covered their eyes and had to rein in their horses.
Jiang Yuntian saw the right opportunity, decisively snatched the ball away, knocked out most of the ball with a stick, and then rode in pursuit. He used his club and whip as weapons to break through all obstacles and break through Dijon's siege.
The Dijon team gathered in the left half, and their defense was completely empty. Jiang Yuntian scored twice just by hitting the ball!
"Hey, husband, how come those barbarians suddenly slowed down in the middle of their attack?" Shen Wenjun looked curious.
Song Che handed him the binoculars and pointed at the five hundred soldiers standing guard outside the left field.
Shen Wenjun looked at it and found no surprise, "It's just a group of guards, what's the difference?"
"The guards are the same, but the swords in their hands are different," Song Che said with a smile: "The blade of the sword is wide and thick, polished sharply, like a mirror. If you look at the sun in the sky, the upper half is on the east side, and the second half is offset. , the sun just happened to hit the sword, and five hundred 'mirrors' refracted it at the same time. It's a good thing they are not blind."
"No wonder you use a saber in the left field and a spear in the right field, but..." Shen Wenjun lowered his voice: "With such different treatment, aren't you afraid of those barbarians making an attack?"
Song Che snorted softly: "This competition is originally a step for them. If they still don't know what to do and dare to offend the dignity of Da Liang, then they should not even think about this competition."
Everyone in the Dijon team was so angry that they were hit by consecutive goals. They no longer cared about their hand movements and started fighting with the Liang team. The dust raised and the horses' long neighing made it impossible to tell whether they were playing ball or hitting someone.
In the chaos, there was the incomparable heroic General Bai Ying again. He rushed out of the "sandfield" with the club in hand and charged towards the opponent's gate with the ball.
"Don't run!"
Wanyan Lie galloped in pursuit.
Jiang Yuntian still had to hit the ball, so he couldn't help but slow down by half a beat. Wanyan Lie took this opportunity to catch up, and regardless of whether the ball was at his feet, he raised his head and hit Jiang Yuntian!
"That's unreasonable!"
"Don't talk about martial ethics!"
"The Tartar slaves are really despicable!"
The prince and his ministers all stood up and cursed.
Princess Ning Guo also opened the gauze curtain, her eyes flickering, looking at him alone.
Jiang Yuntian dodged while hitting the ball, and Wanyanlie didn't fight back no matter how much he attacked. The two fought for more than ten rounds before the ball came to the gate.
"Get away!!!"
Jiang Yuntian shouted loudly, like the roar of a wild dragon or the roar of a ferocious tiger. It frightened the horse under Wanyan Lie's crotch so much that it was so frightened that it fell and flipped over!
Jiang Yuntian pushed the ball gently, and Wanyan Lie, who was pinned under the horse, could only watch the ball roll into the door frame.
Scored three points, a hat trick!
Jiang Yuntian pointed his stick at Wanyan Lie and said in a cold voice: "I have thousands of hidden immortals in Daliang. If they all come out of the mountain, what will happen to you group of Tartar slaves?"
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The gong sounded to end the game.
The cheers reached their climax.
Jiang Yuntian and other players, wiping their sweat, climbed into the stands.
"See His Highness the Crown Prince!"
"This is the kind of blood that a great man like me should have. All the warriors participating in the competition today will receive a bounty of 10,000 taels and an official rank of two!"
The prince helped Jiang Yuntian up with his own hands and couldn't put it down. He actually asked: "General, could it be that a god from heaven descended to earth?"
Jiang Yuntian said humbly: "Thanks to His Highness's love, I am just a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes. I happen to have martial arts skills and can serve my family and country. It is my great fortune."
"With loyalty to the family and country, and justice in the world, I will reward such a loyal person greatly." The prince turned to ask Gao Chen: "As a privy envoy, Mr. Gao knows his military duties best. In your opinion, how should I be promoted to General Jiang?" ah?"
Gao Chen politely said: "Reporting to the crown prince, the magistrate of Taizhou was killed by Japanese pirates in the battle of Majiazhuang. This post is vacant. Tai, Tong and Chuzhou have just ended the Japanese disaster, and their troops are quite scattered. They are in need of a commander. .”
The prince pondered for a moment, nodded, and said to Jiang Yuntian: "Okay, I will promote you to the position of magistrate of Taizhou, and concurrently serve as deputy governor of Huainan. You will lead the horse infantry of Taizhou, Tong, and Chu. You will be given a purple purple and a goldfish bag." how?"
"Thank you, Your Highness, Prince." Jiang Yuntian hesitated, glanced at Zhao Qin who was secretly happy behind the curtain, and said, "General, I have one more thing to ask for -"
"Brother Jiang!"
Song Che shouted at Jiang Yuntian and advised: "The prince has promoted you to a noble position, what else do you want? Don't be greedy."
Then he kept blinking at Jiang Yuntian.
Jiang Yuntian was stunned, his eyes darkened, he must have understood what he meant.
The prince waved his hand and said magnanimously: "Hey, it's all right. I'm very proud of being able to defeat the Tartars today. Just tell me what kind of reward General Jiang wants."
Jiang Yuntian fell silent, pointed outside the tent and said: "I have a little sister who once heroically sacrificed her life to help the general eradicate the evil cult. At that time, Her Royal Highness the Princess promised to give her a 'little county prince', but she has never been able to fulfill it. The noise for the past few days has made me deaf, so I beg Your Highness the Crown Prince to fulfill her dream."
"Oh?" The prince was surprised: "There is such a woman? Please invite her in quickly."
"Come on, come on!"
Liu Xiang'er rushed into the tent as if she was running, and bowed down to the prince to salute him: "Liu Xiang'er, a daughter of the people, please give me a small county prince."
"Xiang'er... don't speak without restraint!" Shen Wenjun glared and scolded.
"Hahaha... This little girl, I can tell at the first glance that she has the air of a woman," the prince praised, but also showed a troubled expression:
"It's just that this county monarch is not an official position but a title. I will supervise the country as the crown prince. It's okay to increase my official position. But I have to ask my father for permission to advance to the title."
Liu Xiang'er pouted.
Shen Wenjun hurriedly pulled her over, pinched her mouth and shouted, "Be more honest!"
"Prince! Prince..."
At this time, an old eunuch stumbled into the camp. He was an acquaintance, Eunuch Li Fu and Li Eunuch, the chief eunuch beside the emperor.
Li Fu's face turned pale, he leaned close to the prince's ear and whispered.
"What!"
The prince's expression changed drastically: "Go back to the palace quickly!"
Although the officials were in an uproar, the words "clearly understood" were written on their faces.
Emperor emperor?
The soul returns to the sky.
