Sheng Tang: What is Liu Jianjun going to do today?

Chapter 141 Decisive Victory and the Second Battle

The Golden Guard closest to Li Xian, upon receiving the order, spurred his horse without hesitation!
Although he was riding a rented dwarf horse, the momentum he unleashed at this moment was by no means weak. He had no fancy skills, only an unstoppable charge, his target straight for the red ball in the center of the field!

Almost at the same moment, a burly Hu rider charged out from Zuo Zuo Mu's team, roaring as he charged forward. His crescent-shaped staff swept across the field with a whooshing sound, his intention clear: not only to intercept the ball, but also to give these arrogant government troops a taste of their own medicine.

The Imperial Guards did not conceal their identities when they arrived. For the Hu people, being able to defeat the most elite soldiers of the Tang Dynasty in this place was an honor.

Just as the two horses were about to collide and the moon staffs were about to clash, the Golden Guard displayed the ruthlessness and precision of veteran soldiers.

He didn't even try to block or dodge the fierce sweeping attack. Instead, just as the two horses were about to cross paths and the opponent's moon staff had run out of power, he suddenly lunged to the side!
His body was almost pressed against the side of the saddle, narrowly avoiding the opponent's moon staff. At the same time, he swung the moon staff in his hand and used the momentum of his leaning forward to reach and grab!
"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, his club head precisely sliced ​​below the ball, deftly lifting the vermilion wooden ball and sending it flying past his opponent's club before he could retract it.

The ball drew a perfect arc, landing exactly on the path Li Xian had predicted!

"color!"

The audience gasped in amazement, saying that the Imperial Guards were demonstrating the bravery and wisdom of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Xian secretly praised him in his heart, and his hands moved quickly.

Without needing to be urged, Jinghong accelerated forward, smoothly scooping the ball into the club's circle with a fluid motion!

"Stop him!"

Seeing that his initial momentum was thwarted, Zuo Zuomu let out a low roar and personally led two riders to encircle Li Xian in a pincer formation!

Their horses were incredibly fast and their coordination was impeccable. They clearly intended to use their numbers and the force of their pincer attack to completely annihilate Li Xian, their sharpest arrow!

The noise from the sidelines grew even louder.

This Zuo Zuomu is extremely popular; he had only just started his horse when it was already met with cheers.

Li Xian's eyes were frivolous. Instead of slowing down, he urged Jinghong again. The Ferghana horse burst out with astonishing speed, shooting out like an arrow. Before the enemy could close in, it forced its way through the gap that was about to close!
"What a fast horse!"

Someone in the stands gasped in surprise.

Li Xian was not surprised at all; when he mounted Jinghong, he knew that Jinghong would definitely be able to do it.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Turkic man, Zuo Zuomu, who clearly hadn't expected Li Xian to dare to charge into the enemy lines like this. But then, his eyes blazed with even more intense fighting spirit.

He could also tell that Li Xian was a skilled fighter.

Li Xian surged ahead, dribbling past his opponents and breaking through their defenses. He was about to enter the opponent's half when he charged straight at the goal. The opposing defender rushed forward to block him.

Just when everyone thought Li Xian was going to break through the defense alone and force a shot, he suddenly stopped and changed direction, seemingly trying to pull laterally to find an angle, causing the defender to hurriedly shift his center of gravity.

However, this was just a feint.

Li Xian flicked his wrist subtly, and his slender legs also made an almost bizarre change of direction, directly shaking off the defenders who were closing in on him.

In a short moment, they had already moved nearly ten feet apart.

Ahead, there was no open space.

However, Li Xian did not shoot the wooden ball directly. Instead, he lightly tapped the ball with his staff, reined in his horse, and Jinghong raised its front hooves and neighed on the racetrack, like a dragon's roar.

He turned his head, looked at Zuo Zuomu who was still rushing towards him, chuckled, and then gently pushed the wooden ball, thus entering the door.

"Colorful! Colorful! Colorful!"

A gasp rippled through the audience. It was almost as if Li Xian had single-handedly broken through the encirclement of over a dozen Hu men, single-handedly defeating the entire Hu cavalry! "Victory!"

The referee's loud announcement and the sound of the gong snapped Zuo Zuomu's team out of their brief shock.

The cheers from the stands almost lifted the simple stands, but this time, most of them were applauding Li Xian's almost humiliatingly elegant goal.

To win first place is a great achievement!

Zuo Zuomu's face was so dark it could drip water. He stared intently at Li Xian and growled a few words in Turkic to his companions. The Hu riders' expressions instantly became even more ferocious and focused.

The second round begins.

The atmosphere changed abruptly the moment the ball was tossed into the air.

Li Xian immediately felt immense pressure.

Instead of trying to fight Jinwuwei head-on for the ball, the opponent adopted a very clear tactic: to strangle Li Xian.

As soon as Li Xian touches the ball, or even just gets close to the area where he has the ball, at least two, and sometimes even three, Hu riders pounce on him like hungry wolves!

They no longer pursued clean and efficient interceptions, but instead used physical collisions, horse maneuvers, and aggressive polo batons to interfere and block him, doing everything possible to prevent him from dribbling and passing the ball smoothly.

Even though the swift swan is incredibly powerful, its speed advantage is difficult to fully utilize under such dense, almost life-or-death encirclement.

Li Xian tried to force his way through several times, but each time his attempt was thwarted by the opponent's almost foul-like and brutal methods.

In a fierce collision, a Hu rider even deliberately rammed his horse's shoulder into Jinghong's side. If Jinghong hadn't been exceptionally quick-witted and dodged to the side, she would have been knocked down.

"Despicable!" Taiping shouted angrily from the backcourt.

The Imperial Guards tried to come forward to help Li Xian, but the enemy sent men to hold them off and prevent them from easily making contact with Li Xian.

The game became a suffocating stalemate, with possession changing hands repeatedly near midfield. Dust flew, horses neighed, and the scene was incredibly intense, yet neither side could threaten the opponent's goal.

Liu Jianjun and Shangguan Wan'er watched anxiously from the back, but dared not step forward easily, for fear of revealing an even bigger opening.

A sinister smile crept across Zuo Zuomu's face.

This is exactly the effect he wants. As long as Li Xian, the strongest initiator, is locked down, the opponent's entire offensive system will be paralyzed.

After another out-of-bounds ball possession, the ball temporarily fell into the hands of a Jinwu Guard from Li Xian's team.

He was immediately surrounded and it looked like he was about to lose the ball again.

Just then, a clear but undeniable voice rang out: "This way! Pass it over here!"

It is peace.

She had quietly ridden her horse to a relatively open spot on the sideline, raising her golf club as a signal.

The Jinwu Guard soldier instinctively tried to pass the ball, but the Hu rider who was blocking him glanced at Taiping and saw that she was just a young woman wearing a Hu skirt. His face immediately showed contempt, and his defensive movements became slightly relaxed.

He even teased her in a slightly awkward Tang Dynasty accent, saying, "Young lady, this isn't a place for you to play. Be careful not to fall and hurt your face!"

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(End of this chapter)