British 1986

Looking at the little gray horse's appearance, Allen smiled. No matter whether they are humans or animals, they can't escape being corrupted!

That's it for a mare. If you make a bigger promise, how much harder will you have to work now?

Don't you have to run to death?

Hey, wait a minute

Thinking of this, Allen was suddenly stunned and looked in the direction of the Indian team in the distance. These idiots were also very rich. They were all "noble children". Wouldn't they also promise benefits to their horses?

So damn despicable, damn Indians, they even bribe horses!

Allen glanced over there with great disdain.

During the warm-up preparations, although the entire scene was not particularly quiet, the overall noise was still very low. After all, the people who were going to compete had a distinguished status and could not be too unqualified. In addition, the people present today were all elites, and it was rare for the players and the audience to get along with each other. Very harmonious.

Allen put on his helmet, held the pole in his left hand, raised his head and raised his chest. The way he appeared was very different from the Indians next to him who looked like monkeys on horses.

Just for this show, as soon as he appeared on the stage, there was a huge cheer from the audience area.

Allen curled his lips, gently shook the reins with his right hand, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, and the little gray horse started to run slowly and accelerated in a good manner.

One person and one horse. The polo club in Allen's hand didn't look like a polo club, but like a saber. He held the club up and rushed towards the Indian team in such an aggressive manner. Allen looked serious and looked at The Indian is getting closer and closer, and he is getting more and more panicked. His current behavior is a bit like a madman, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, and whoever hides is a dog.

But if you don't hide, you'll be unlucky if you get hit!

Seeing that the distance between the two sides disappeared in the blink of an eye, several Indians fled in a panic. Allen raised his club slightly and slashed down, as if preparing to chop them, and passed openly through the middle of the team of four of them.

Still not relieved after passing through, he ran several dozen meters toward the audience area. Pulling the reins slightly, the little gray horse shook its head proudly, and then prepared to slow down and turn.

Only then did the audience area hear exclamations one after another.

Looking at it from a distance, the count just rushed towards the four Indian players on his own horse. Such momentum could be felt by them even hundreds of meters away.

Is this the British aristocratic polo player?

Such momentum, such heroic appearance.

I've never seen this method before.

The bandage on the leg of the little gray horse was red, and Allen was holding the reins. He was very smart and knew how to walk in small steps, which was the kind of pace that was fast but not very fast. He walked proudly towards the Indians. The man's horse snorted.

Horses are creatures with a strong sense of competition, especially stallions. In addition, Allen has been teasing it with both rewards and praises. This makes the little gray horse's blood boil. When it sees the same kind of horse, it wants to hit it.

Seeing Allen's chin raised high, as if he didn't regard them as human beings, several Indians' faces turned red, but there was nothing they could do. Regardless of his identity, wealth, physique, or appearance, this man You have the right to despise them, they were hit so hard that they were unable to fight back.

At the front of the team, the Indian wearing the No. 2 polo shirt had not seen clearly because Allen passed by too quickly. Now that Allen came back slowly, he could see clearly this time, especially when he saw Allen's left hand. Taking the pole, a look of solemnity flashed across the Indian's face.

It was originally a friendly match.

But now this guy is not a defensive player, but he holds the stick in his left hand. What does this mean? !

Just like in those very stereotyped movies, as soon as some characters appear, the audience knows that this person is not a good guy, but a villain!

Allen now gives this Indian this feeling.

In a regular polo match, players control the reins with their left hand and hold the club with their right hand. Holding the club with the left hand is not allowed!

For horses in polo matches, because the competition is too fierce during the game and there will be collisions between the limbs of the horses and players, there are two sets of reins, which are a lot in the hand. This is to allow the rider to better control the horses. Horse to prevent falling from the horse.

The right hand is the dominant hand of most people and can better hold the club and hit the ball with force.

When competing on the field, if the opponent's player holds the pole with his right hand, he will only fight for the polo ball at the moment when the two sides cross each other.

But what if this guy holds the ball with his left hand?

Before discovering the opponent's attack, he can turn his horse's head in advance, come directly over, follow the offensive player, and use the club on his left hand to directly hit the offensive player's right club.

In a polo match, you can hit the opponent's club directly, just like fighting with a knife!

But if both people hold the club with their right hands, the number of times and opportunities to hit the club will be much less. After all, the left hand cannot be let go, and the sudden change of holding the club has been ruled out. Holding the club with the right hand and hitting it to the left will not Reality!

Now a guy wearing the No. 3 offensive player jersey, holding the stick in his left hand.

It doesn't matter if he is left-handed, but this is not an informal friendly match.

Is it possible not to let this count play?

When you attack, he runs to your right and can defend you, but when he attacks, you can't defend him!

As for why not go around to his left and defend him with your right stick?

Everyone uses his left hand, how can he not know these things?

He must have moved closer to the left as soon as he saw someone trying to turn to his left, blocking your defense.

This method is very dirty. He can do it but you can't. It's disgusting and helpless just thinking about it.

After wandering around for a while and knocking off the opponent's momentum, Allen slowly rode back to Boss Cha who was already prepared.

"Haha not bad!"

Boss Cha was just admiring what Allen was doing from the sidelines. It’s better to be arrogant. If a young man is not arrogant, how can he still be called a young man? !

Besides, don’t you Indians know that Allen has always had this temper with others?

Destroy the opponent's momentum first, and then start the game later to establish an advantage on the court.

This time, he planned to use the Indian polo team to establish his authority, use them to set off his own authority, and then make a strong counterattack to the news from the outside world!

Today we not only have to win, but we have to win big, even slaughter our opponents!

"You saw the two older players on the other side. Those two are level 4 players, and the remaining thin one is a level 3 player."

Boss Cha called the remaining three team members on his side to come to him, and they explained the situation on the horse.

Looking at the configuration of the Indians, are they preparing for three to one?

Two are level 4, one is level 3, and the remaining one is a pure waste - level 1.

When Allen looked back at his team, he found that his boss was at level 6 and he was at level 1.

Yes. Allen's polo level has just reached level 1, and cannot even reach level 2.

There are two players next to him, one is level 1 and the other is level 2. Together, they are exactly level 10.

If the Indian configuration is three for one, theirs here is one for three. At least it looks like this on the surface. Everyone else is very good, which can set off the majesty and domineeringness of Boss Cha.

but

Let them know how awesome it is later!

The Indian relinquished the right to serve and Allen served.

As the referee blew his whistle, Allen looked at the two little Karami around him with a smile. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

"beep!"

"Hold!"

As the whistle blew, Allen shouted and pulled the reins fiercely. The little gray horse raised its front hoof. Allen tilted his body and jerked the ball forward. He pressed down with his right hand and moved his body away to the side. The Indian No. 2 player who was very close to him immediately hit him.

The distance is too close and there is no speed, but with such a sudden attack, the opponent's body staggers and almost falls, so just a gap is enough.

The little gray horse quickly crossed the gap, and its speed slowly increased.

"Hurry up!"

When he glanced at the side from the corner of his eye, Boss Cha was already rushing. Allen did not rush to pass the ball, but turned his head slightly and glanced at the back right. The No. 3 player had already caught up with him.

With a little force on his left leg, he directed the little gray horse to squeeze slightly to the right, blocking the front of the No. 3 player who had just caught up with Allen, forcing the opponent to stop. Allen then swung violently and passed the ball to no one to defend. Boss Cha.

1V2 smoothly assists.

The only thing left for Boss Cha to do is to catch the ball. Continue to accelerate, shoot, then slow down, run around the field, and accept the cheers.

"Hahaha!"

Boss Cha scored a goal just after the game started. He was smiling so much that he couldn't even see his eyes. After celebrating, he served again. When he passed by Allen, he even winked at Allen.

Although playing like this is like using cavalry directly against ordinary polo players, it seems unethical, but

History is written by the winners. As long as you win, you don’t have the ability!

Anyway, there is no live broadcast at the scene, so I’m afraid!

We in Great Britain play polo so wildly!

This time when the opponent served, Allen no longer stood in front, but was several dozen meters away from the opponent.

Seeing that the referee was about to blow the whistle, Allen gently pulled the reins, sniffed, and directed the little gray horse to prepare to charge in small steps. Where did it go?

"beep!"

As the referee's whistle sounded again, Allen directed the little gray horse to rush towards the Indian player who had the ball.

Indian player No. 2 had just received the ball and was about to raise his head to observe the movements of his teammates. Before he could completely raise his head, he heard a huge exclamation from the sidelines. Before he could understand what was going on, he just raised his head and saw a gray shadow. Coming at you.

"ah!"

Click.

With a slight noise, Allen directed the little gray horse to hit the No. 2 Indian player sideways!

Although the horse is not wearing armor, the players on the opposite side are not wearing any armor either.

Think about what it would be like for a horse traveling at least 34 kilometers per hour, coupled with Allen's own weight, to directly hit a person.

Even if you use eight sets of reins, it won't work!

Really tons of damage.

After Allen saw the Indian fall from the horse, he hooked the ball with his left hand with his left hand, swayed, and continued to urge the little gray horse to speed up, ready to see who would continue to block his progress. the way.

There was a wide open space ahead. Allen pulled the reins and the little gray horse cut slightly to the right, blocking the way behind. He raised his left hand high and swung the club hard, giving Boss Cha a very inaccurate but very far pass. ball.

He has no one to defend him. As long as the ball comes over, it means a goal!

The quarter was not over yet, and in just three minutes, two goals were scored. Another player from the opponent's team was injured, and the game had to be suspended for substitutions.

Allen dismounted, took a drink of water, and touched the head of the little gray horse. This guy was so fierce just now that he let him charge at it without thinking about anything. He was a good and obedient boy.

Looking at the tears in the eyes of the little gray horse, I guess it was because it hit someone and hit its head just now. It was so painful that it almost cried. However, the tears were just rolling in its eyes and did not fall down. It looked very stubborn.

Boss Cha originally came over to praise Allen, but after looking at Allen's movements, he looked at the horse, waved his right hand and commanded: "Come here! Change the horse for the Earl of Carmarthen!"

When the little gray horse saw someone coming to lead him, he arched into Allen's arms very reluctantly.

"Okay. You go and rest first. I will keep my promise and buy it for you when I get back. Xiao Hui, you know, I like you the most. When you have rested, I will still ride you."

"Hang Chi Chi."

The little gray horse looked at the newly led little yellow horse with disdain, and then reluctantly followed the trainer.

"Xiao Huang, you know, I like you the most. I fed you carrots yesterday. Do you remember me?"

Allen stroked the little yellow horse's head and chatted with it, regardless of whether it understood or not.

"Chirp."

The little yellow horse stuck out his tongue, as if he remembered something, and asked Allen for food.

"You have to be brave in a moment. Just go ahead if I tell you to. Don't be afraid. Behave yourself. Stop talking about carrots. When I get back, I'll buy you a mare!"

"Hang Chi Chi!"

When the little yellow pony heard the word mare, its ears twitched suddenly, and Alan could clearly feel its breathing becoming more rapid.

Great, that’s it!

Animals are all good friends of human beings. It is not too much for good friends to give out some rewards to encourage each other, right?

"beep!"

When the game restarted, the Indians were obviously on guard against Allen. Seeing Allen rushing over again, the newly replaced No. 2 player very wisely passed the ball to his teammates.

Although the horse runs fast, no matter how fast it runs, it can't be faster than the flying ball.

But that's not a problem

If it's so easy to be defeated by you, then wouldn't my reputation as the little overlord of Wales be in vain?

Allen controlled the reins, and Xiao Huang did not slow down but made a big circle, chasing the opponent's No. 3 player with the ball from behind.

Since Xiao Huang was a new horse and had good physical strength, and he had just been bewitched by Allen again, he was so excited that he worked very hard, and the distance between the two parties gradually narrowed.

The two knights compete solely on speed, and this scene looks exciting.

When there were still two positions left, Allen raised his left arm high, without even acting, he raised the club blatantly, pointed it at the opponent's player's right arm with the club, and struck it down with one shot.

"ah!"

Left hand versus right hand, the opponent didn't even have a chance to dodge. If he raised his stick to block, Allen could steal the ball from him. If he chose to protect the ball, he would have to face Allen's attack.

Under the high-speed impact, although the material of the club was relatively soft, the club was hit on the arm. The player No. 3 who was hit could not hold the club anymore. A two-finger-wide stripe was visible to the naked eye on his right arm. There were red and swollen marks on the ball. Looking at Allen who was dribbling the ball away, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

This playing style is too fierce.

But everything this guy did was within the rules. You can only say he was dirty, but not a foul!