"Two teams are in position!"

The referee came to the court and shouted loudly.

In his hand, he held a bright red wooden ball as big as a fist and raised it high.

This is polo.

At the same time, two wooden poles were erected on the sidelines, with twenty red and yellow flags beside them.

This is the scoring rack.

When the Tang Dynasty scored a goal, a big red flag would be placed horizontally on the wooden pole; when the Tubo scored a goal, a shit-yellow flag would be placed.

Whoever scores the first goal takes the lead.

That is extremely critical to boosting morale.

Both sides took their respective positions. As the team leaders, An Zhongjing and Brenzan were at the front, staring directly at the ball.

There was no countdown like three-two-one. The polo was suddenly thrown from the hands of the referee, first rising and then falling, and fell to the ground.

"mine!"

An Zhongjing and Brenzan galloped forward, hitting the vermilion ball with their clubs at the same time.

With the strong wind howling, the crescent-shaped tips of the two sticks hit both sides of the little polo ball at the same time, sandwiching it just in between.

It seemed that too much force had been exerted, and without even a moment of stalemate, the sticks slid away, fell diagonally, and were drawn towards each other.

Discovering the opponent's purpose, the two sticks quickly returned to defense and collided with each other.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

These movements are extremely fast, and the attack angles are all optimal.

In the space of an inch, the two sticks went through a dazzling attack, using the power of the bow string.

An Zhongjing is obviously a master in the middle. He uses the stick in his hands very delicately, and his power explodes in layers.

The Brenzan Blade's flexibility is slightly inferior, but it makes up for its shortcomings with its strong physical fitness.

However, he was slightly inferior in the end and was swept away by An Zhongjing. In the end, he lifted the ball high and passed it to his teammate ten steps away.

That teammate had the best riding skills. The moment the stick caught the polo ball, the green horse started to speed up.

Seeing this, the Tibetan team came in two groups and surrounded them from left to right.

The man took his time and passed a long pass to another player.

Unexpectedly, the Tibetan people came to encircle them again. They used the speed of their horses to ensure that the two men were able to defend.

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

The polo ball was passed quickly between the Liangzhou five-person team, and Li Yan also caught the ball several times.

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

After several beautiful passbacks, when the polo was passed back to An Zhongjing's stick again, he found that the position of the two sides had been entangled in the midfield.

The Tibetan troops were staggered and staggered, forming an invisible wall to block them out.

"That's not good!"

An Zhongjing's face was heavy.

Brenzann's tactics were very simple. He set up a defensive formation to form a copper wall and an iron wall to drain Liangzhou's physical strength.

This scene is just like the Chi You play that just started, in which the Tibetan hero Chi Zhe defends and waits for attack. When Meng Teng loses his strength, he counterattacks again.

Just the first ball in the game, the two sides were fighting fiercely back and forth.

The rough face of the Tubo golfer showed no signs of movement, but on the other hand, Liangzhou's breathing was already slightly short of breath.

"The people of Tang Dynasty are nothing more than that!"

"This is no longer the Taizong era!"

Seeing his ugly expression, Brenzan laughed again.

Lu Dongzan admired Li Shimin very much and used Li Shimin's deeds as examples many times when educating his children.

For example, when the King of Qin was conquering the east and west, Li Shimin's favorite thing was to hold on to the wall first, dampen the enemy's spirit, wait until the enemy became impatient, and then bulldoze it.

He used this tactic every time he defeated Xue Rengao, Liu Wuzhou, Song Jingang, Dou Jiande, and Liu Heitai. The heroes of the late Sui Dynasty used his tactics over and over again, and they were effective over and over again, eventually sweeping the world.

This was backed by the Tang Dynasty's national advantage. It seemed simple, but in fact it was a clumsy move.

A person who is good at using his own advantages is a strong person, rather than some pretentious and fancy conspiracy.

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

"Be careful to conserve your energy. It doesn't matter if you give them the first ball."

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

Brenzann even began to plot loudly.

"Save your energy and save your energy for fighting!"

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

But in doing so, he lost his spirit.

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

"attack!"

Brenzan's blade clamped into the horse's belly, and with the sound of hoofbeats, the Tibetan army launched a counterattack.

Wherever they wanted to concede the ball, it was clear that their opponents were determined to win it.

"Stop them!"

An Zhongjing roared angrily, and people from both sides chased the polo crazily.

"The Tang Dynasty must win! Liangzhou must win! Don't let Fannu score!"

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

Because Liangzhou's defense line was obviously not as impregnable as Tubo's and was constantly being 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 came out.

The lion Cong accelerated incredibly, as if it could shrink to an inch and cover a distance of more than ten meters in one go.

Waving the stick.

Snapped!

From the breakthrough to the interception, there is no technical content in this attack. It all depends on the sudden burst of the lion.

But in this case, the moment the ball is intercepted, the horse under the crotch cannot stop.

"Hey!"

The Tubo player who was intercepted immediately bent his elbow and hit him hard like a hammer.

Unexpectedly, the man did not dodge or dodge, his chest and abdominal muscles contracted and became as tight as iron, and he faced him directly.

Angular resistance, horizontal force!

This kind of powerful technique is closest to the horizontal training in martial arts.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the Tibetan man who had done something dirty felt as if he had hit an iron plate. His elbows were in pain, and he groaned miserably and leaned back.

On the other hand, the person being attacked was completely unfazed. He casually dusted his chest with his free left hand and started dribbling.

"Mukuro, are you okay?"

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

"It doesn't matter."

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

The result was reassuring.

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

He was a newbie among them, and with his strong physical fitness, he didn't feel out of place.

Then I'm sorry.

Li Yan started dribbling.

His strength skills have already reached the point where he can lift the ball with ease and move it freely. A small polo ball, with a little movement, almost sticks to the stick, and the wind returns and the electricity spurs him forward.

"Get him!"
To be continued...