Yang Fan and the others were seriously preparing, although they no longer cared about the victory or defeat, they still hoped to show their strength as much as possible, not to let the Uighurs underestimate the Tang people, but also to fight for greater opportunities for the forbidden army.
Even if they hadn't spent more than a few months with the forbidden army and had a close relationship with each other, once outsiders were involved, hostility would arise spontaneously.
Polo, the first condition is the horse, a horse does not obey the call, the horsepower is not long enough, the action is not dexterous enough, the driver has a skill, but also subject to the restrictions of the horse, if you meet the general weak team, you can also be like Yang Fan on the bank of the Luoshui River, show a stroke of majesty, but when you meet the world's first-class team, it is absolutely impossible.
Secondly, you also need smart horse control skills, the ball on the field left and right, forward and backward, no good horse control, you can only chase behind the ball all over the field, no matter how good the horse is, it is for nothing.
The next is the mastery of the ball and the cooperation of the team, this sport was introduced from Tibet, and was originally invented by the cavalry when they were idle to relieve boredom, so it has become a sport to test and train the cavalry and the cavalry to fight together.
Therefore, the overall level of strength of the team and the individual's ability to control the ball are equally important.
The Uighurs are a people on horseback, and their riding and archery skills are not far behind those of the Tibetans, and seeing that the other party is also making preparations, Chu Yangge tightened his horse's belly and whispered to Yang Fan: "Be careful for a while, some movements when bowing are very dangerous, be careful not to get hurt." ” Yang Fan nodded.
"Woo woo" Dozens of horns rose high and at the same time made a long sound, and the war drums rumbled loudly, accompanied by the sound of the horns in everyone's ears, and the soldiers who were watching in all directions cheered.
The race is on.
The singer threw the vermilion polo high, and all the riders on both sides clamped their legs between the horse's belly, shouted and shouted, and pounced at the same time.
The Uighurs were a horse nation after all, and although the distinction between fast and slow was not so obvious over such a short distance, it was evident from the high platform that the Uighurs rode forward at a fraction of a fraction faster than the White Horse Temple team as a whole.
On the side of the White Horse Temple, Chu Yange's speed was not slightly slower than that of the Uighurs, and even faster for a moment, but the two players on the other side arrived at the same time, one swung his staff to hit the ball, and the other also made a move to swing the cane to hit the ball, but the cane and Chu Yange's staff "snapped" in mid-air.
At the moment when the two rods clashed, another Uighur player picked up the ball with one rod and rushed towards the goal on the side of the White Horse Temple.
Yang Fan lifted the horse and rushed forward, half a horse's body slower than Chu Yangge's speed, and when he saw the opposing player rushing towards his side, he immediately lifted the reins of the horse, and the horse was slightly on one side, and the staff in his hand was raised, and the rod was taken out to grab the ball.
There was a crisp sound of "popping", the two sticks hit each other, Yang Fan's palm was numb for a while, although the palm was wrapped in linen, there was still a feeling that he couldn't hold it, Yang Fan couldn't help but be surprised, this person has so much strength.
The man on the other side was even more uncomfortable than he felt, and under the exchange of two rods, the speed of the charge was immediately stopped, and the ball was no longer under his control, and he rolled away with a grunt, and was grabbed by Hongichi who rushed up.
"Haha, it's mine" Hongyi shook his spirits, and was just about to rush forward with the ball, when several players from the other side came one after another and intercepted the ball again, at this time, Chu Yangge turned his horse and rushed back, and Yang Fan, who rushed on the horse, competed together.
At the beginning, relying on the excellent skills of Chu Yangge and Yang Fan, coupled with the sharpness of Hongyi and Hongliuyi, they could also compete with each other, and the two sides scrambled to grab it, and a Zhu ball only wandered around the middle line, and no one could help anyone.
But this situation only lasted for half a pillar of incense, the opponent's men and horses were completely scattered, and the area where Zhu Qiu passed was getting bigger and bigger, and Yang Fan and Chu Yangge were a little alone.
With only the two of them, it is inevitable that they will be left and right, and the overall strength of the other party is much higher than that of the monks of the White Horse Temple, and the other monks can only follow the other party's horse butt to eat soil.
The score began to pull apart, 1-0, 2-0, 3-0 When the game reached the fourth quarter, Yang Fan broke off a sharp offensive ball from the opponent and immediately passed it to Chu Madge, who was riding a horse to help, Chu Madge immediately turned the horse's head and attacked the opponent's goal, and Yang Fan immediately slapped his horse and rushed forward to respond.
Several Uighur guards rushed up to intercept him, and Chu Yangge broke through two lines of defense in a row and quickly glanced at Yang Fan when he felt that he was unable to continue, and saw that Yang Fan had been inserted from the sideline, so he wanted to pass the ball to him.
As soon as he moved, the opposing players realized his intentions, and the two Tibetan players suddenly stabbed into the stabs.
Their horses were extremely fast, and when they rushed in front of Chu Yangge, it seemed that they could no longer stop the charge of the war horses, and the three war horses neighed and slammed into each other, and at the same time, the elbows of the two Uighurs were like two sledgehammers, and they slammed heavily under Chu Yange's ribs.
Chu Madge is experienced in the end, as soon as the two of them got close, he noticed that something was wrong, he took a deep breath at the moment, the muscles in his chest and abdomen contracted immediately, tense as iron, only to hear the two muffled sounds of "tom", Chu Madge's body shook sharply twice, and he never fell off the horse.
The two Uighurs straightened up on their horses, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.
When they collided, if they were ordinary people, the ribs on both sides would have been broken, and the big man in front of him was actually fine.
Although this small action was disguised by galloping horses, and the robes flew when they collided, they could not hide from the others on the field, although Hongyi and Hongliu were dwarfed by these Uighurs, but they were not powerless to fight back, Chu Yangge rushed forward with the ball, Yang Fan responded on the sidelines, and when the Uighurs returned to defend on all fronts, they had already grabbed Chu Yange's side.
The small movements of the two Uighurs were seen by them, and the two of them were furious, and Hongyi scolded: "Damn it, you forgetful of yin" A group of rogue monks immediately scolded and screamed, and the two sides cursed endlessly, and the game was forced to stop.
However, the other party insisted that the galloping horse couldn't stop colliding into it, and there were no too strict rules for the bowing competition at this time, and there was no way to take the other party, so in the end he had to invalidate this section of the game, replaced it with a letter incense, and started by the singer to throw the ball again.
Yang Fan said with concern: "Brother Chu, how are you?"
Chu Yangge took a deep breath, there was a faint pain under his ribs, he shook his head and said, "If it's not in the way, it can be compared."
Yang Fan said: "Good brothers, get on the horse" Hongyi beckoned to a group of bald monks behind him, his eyes showed a fierce light, and a group of sprinkling monks comprehended, one by one, their faces tightened, and they got on the horse with murderous spirit.
The Uighurs saw their expressions with no fear, and some even spat heavily in disdain.
After the restart, a fierce scuffle began.
Hongliu gritted his teeth, rushed forward, and was still more than two zhang away from the Zhu ball, so he waved the stick in his hand high, and shouted loudly: "Bah" "Whew", Hongliu pretended to make a posture of taking the ball directly, and the staff in his hand slashed down hard, facing a Uighur man who had just picked up his horse and dodged in a hurry, hiding in a stirrup, the stick whistled by, scraping his hat away, a piece of skin was scratched on the top of his head, blood gurgled up, and he was confused.
"Damn, don't you have eyes?"
Several Uighur men scolded, and Hongliu scolded loudly: "Fuck you, Lao Tzu is playing ball, who knows that the blind donkey hit Lao Tzu's cane" As soon as he made a move here, there was also a fire there, and as soon as Hongyi grabbed the front of the ball, a player on the other side hit him with a stick, and the stick drew an arc, not hitting the red ball, but hitting the patella bone of Hongyi's calf, and the stick snapped.
Hongichi screamed, rolled off the saddle, and wailed with his calves in his arms.
The healer hurried up, examined it, announced that Koichi had a broken lower leg, and hastily had two soldiers carry him down.
As soon as there was a fire on the field, the audience also broke out.
At the beginning, knowing that the queen of heaven and the emperor were present, the big-headed soldiers also knew how to restrain themselves, and when they saw the fight on the field, their blood was rushing, and they didn't take care of a lot, so many people closed their mouths and scolded: "Dogs and rats, good to give birth to" "Pigs and dogs are inferior to the oniyasha" "Uighurs Eating Dog's Intestines" This is the place of the Tang Dynasty, more than ninety percent of the audience who watched the game were Tang officers and soldiers, no need to ask, these are all Tang officers and soldiers scolding the Uighurs, for a while, the Tang Dynasty scolded one after another, Emperor Li Dan glanced at Wu Zetian with some anxiety, Wu Zetian sat on the rope bed peacefully, his expression remained unchanged, looking at the arena, there was actually a trace of a quiet smile on his face.
In the third row behind, several Uighur envoys twisted their fat bodies a little uncomfortably, but they did not hear the tide of angry scolding.
Hongliu was carried down, and Ma Qiao, who was sitting on the standby with his eyes in his eyes, was the first to stand up and shouted: "I, I'm on" Yang Fan glanced at him deeply, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, you go" Ma Qiao was overjoyed, immediately took a war horse, turned over and jumped on the horse's back, pulled a few reins, grabbed the cane handed by others, and rode into the field.
Yang Fan advised: "Be careful at home, don't get hurt" Ma Qiao nodded heavily, he knew that his bowing level was limited, but he would definitely play seriously today, use his best strength, and play at his highest level.
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Yang Fan raised his hand to appease the brothers who gathered around and looked angry, and said in a deep voice: "Don't quarrel, he wants to play yin, let's play yin with him, but you can't tell the truth, understand" "Understood" The monks nodded vigorously, their faces were hideous, their eyes were fierce, and many of them regretted that they had not put a few bricks on their sleeves and carried a few bags of lime on the field beforehand.
Shangguan Wan'er leaned slightly sideways, covered her mouth with her sleeves, and smiled low at Princess Taiping: "Ling Yue, this year's Shangyuan bowing competition is a bit interesting." ” To be continued: