This polo is an irregular polo, and it seems that these Central Asian nobles have not yet adapted to this cruel rule.

The two Tibetan pioneers at the angle waved the club wantonly, and smashed it to the vital point of the human head, even if it was protected by a helmet, it hit the forehead, and the throat was also a head and brain split, and the allied players who blocked the front of the Tubo team were all dumplings and fell off the horse.

"No !!"

Swept off the horse by the club, the royal family of a certain country lay on the ground in despair, and stretched out his hand desperately forward, but behind him, the iron hooves of the Tubo war horse stepped down without hesitation.

Click~

The bloodied horses' hooves jolted again, but Mansong Manzan didn't seem to feel anything at all, just the preoccupation of hitting the ball over the obstacle and the pleasure of fighting.

Stimulated by the blood of the nobles, the entire arena boiled again, and the citizens of Hengros, men, and workers who were trapped in the numbness and exhaustion of their daily tedious life stood up and shouted excitedly, while the lords and nobles of the noble district stood up Huo Ran, regardless of whether or not the children of their own clan were present, they all beat their chests in anger and severe pain.

In the viewing platform of the Tibetan people, the bleeding Chi Malun's right hand that had already been held squeezed out a few more red blood flows, and the move of Damin was ruthless enough, the relationship between Tibet and Central Asian countries was already not harmonious, and if the blood was shed, I am afraid that it would be more difficult for Tubo to set foot in Central Asia full of hostility in the future.

This woman seems to have more charm! On the other end, Li Jin, who turned his head, looked at it even more appreciatively.

Li Chenxi's heart was about to fly out, and he unconsciously squeezed to the front, grabbed the railing with two fists, the back of the hand was white, and the green tendons bulged, until he saw that the tail of Song Jing and the other eight riders was deflected to the left, hitting the left wing of the Tubo people, and he was relieved.

"Die!"

Roaring from the dantian, Song Jing's cue slammed into the head of the second Tubo rider who pounced on the head of the club with a bloody grin, and there was a cracking sound, and finally there was a Tubo blood-stained course, behind him, the head that passed by the injured wolf howled and turned around, and the cue was about to smash the back of Song Jing's head, but Cui Parker, who was closely behind Song Jing, roared and slashed down, and the person also threw the cue and screamed in the sound of broken bones, covering his deformed arm and escaping.

The third horseman of the right-wing Tubo, who was slightly behind, simply pulled the horse's head and retreated in horror to the Chinese army.

In the first round of collisions, more than half of his side had been wiped out, and the other party had not lost more than two people, seeing that the Tubo defenders in front of him were entangled like snakes, Song Jing couldn't help but turn his head with resentment, and at this time, anxiety suddenly crawled all over his face.

Ignoring the oncoming defender's club, Song Jing turned around and roared as hard as he could.

"Little Five, hide !!"

At this time, Mangsong Mangzan had already led people to rush into the back of the coalition stadium, looking at the opponent's goal and the only one person left to defend, the face of the Tubo country lord finally showed a happy gaze.

At such a cost! Withstood so many insults! The end of all right and wrong is all in this ball, the queue of the Tibetan guards and nobles in front has been cracked, hitting the ball to a flat sandy ground, kicking the ball fast, with countless days of ferocious dedication and relief, Mangsong Mangzan swung out fiercely.

Facing almost all the opponent's golferous and vicious players, I could vaguely listen to the terrible roar of my allies in the rear, at the door of the ball, a lone rider was guarding there, and the clubs in Xiao Wu's hands were all hot in his hands, and sweat was constantly flowing.

Syllable~

Under Mangsong Manzan's unbelievable gaze, his inevitable ball was hit hard by his swing, and as he looked up, the ball bypassed the entire Tubo cavalry, flew back to the midfield, and even bounced twice in the direction of his goal.

In an instant, all the veins on Mangsong Mangzan's head bulged out, and in his mind, he was about to plunder the woman he wanted, but there were branches, not only was the team of relatives robbed, but he also fell into the trap The disappointment, anger, loneliness, worry and fear all kinds of emotions filled his heart.

"Kill him!"

Unable to care about the ball anymore, Mangsong Mangzan swung his club forward like crazy, and the murderous Tubo golfer pounced as viciously as a lackey.

"No !!"

I didn't expect that putting Xiao Wu in a relatively safe position would hurt the child, and the screaming stopped abruptly, watching Xiao Wu's figure disappear in the raised cue, Song Jing's expression once again regained expressionlessness, but Cui Parker behind him could clearly see that his shoulders were trembling.

"Brother Song, what should I do?"

Although the ball is back, the situation of the coalition team is still not optimistic, the main force of the Tubo people in front, and the Tubo defenders and goalkeepers behind them. In addition to Song Jing's eight old brothers of the Confucian soldiers, there were only four nobles in the river who fled timidly in the corner of the arena.

On the ground, the body of the player who was trampled on was the body of the trampled player, and the nobleman in the river who was not dead was still moaning miserably, and the ball fell in front of the head of Mo Zhen, the first prince of King Kang, who died tragically.

With hot sweat flowing on his head, Cui Parker asked nervously: "I'm going to drag Tubo Zampu, Brother Song, are you going to take the ball to the goal?"

"No, that's too risky, and if we lose, we'll all have to die there."

Shaking his head and vetoing Cui Parker's suggestion, Song Jing turned the horse's head coldly, and a pair of eyes narrowed dangerously at the Tubo polo team, which was also going around the horse's head and preparing to compete again.

"Remember the way we came up with the battle outside Shiraz after facing the onslaught of the Arab cavalry?"

Listening to Song Jing's cold words with his back on his back, Cui Park, who was also turning the horse's head, was shocked, and looked at the surging Tubo Iron Horseman, and an extraordinary killing intent emerged in their spirits.

Seeing that the two groups of people were brewing the next round of offensive again, Li Jie, who was like a god controlling everyone's fate, smiled easily, waved his finger back, and the Zanpo behind him immediately bowed respectfully and left quickly.

The sixteen-sided snare drums of the royal family beat majestically again, the noise of the snare drums echoed throughout the walls of the arena, and the echo of the back and forth made the audience on the scene boil with their blood, almost at the same time as the drums, the two players kicked their horses again and galloped wildly, and their faces were splashed with a piece of blood, this time Mangsong Mangzan himself rushed to the front, leaning forward with the blood-red steel club, not roaring and hissing like a human voice, and in the blood-red eyes, only killing remained! Kill! Kill!

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that Tubo Zampu is crazy.

On the other side, Song Jing looked much calmer, the eight people had a gloomy face, showing a short pyramid shape, Song Jing and Cui Parker ran wildly in the front, high-fived before the battle, as the horse was quickly lifted, the two quickly separated to the two ends, and after a while, the eight people ran into an iron wall that was sunken inward, and the width was just equal to the width of the Tubo array.

The tip of the needle against Mai Mang, the hedge of the comet hitting the earth attracted everyone's attention, even Li Jie leaned forward slightly, but seeing that the second round of blood splashing was about to appear, the Tubo cavalry on the left flank even raised the blood-dripping cue stick high at Song Jing's head, and when Li Chenxi was looking at it, Song Jing and Cui Parker actually made an unbelievable move at the same time.

Turn over!

Almost at the same time, they turned inward and dismounted the horse, clamping the horse's body with the strength of their legs, and the heads of both people were almost next to the galloping horse's hooves, but they were not as chic as in the movie, their arms were held in their arms, their feet hung upside down on the horse, and their faces were almost clumped.

With a wave of the staff, even the elite Tibetan noble knight had doubts in his mind for a short time, and he turned his head slightly, but he didn't give him a chance to look at the front, and the war horse suddenly neighed and the horse lost its front hooves and fell to the ground fiercely.

Not only him, but also rows of Tibetan knights neatly rushed forward, full of shock and fell to the ground, Mangsong Mangzan just jumped up with anger, and was immediately pressed under the guards around him, and the next moment, the Confucian cavalry who rushed over in a horizontal row picked up the canes and waved them down as coldly and ruthlessly as the Tubo people.

Click~

In this arena, murder is the truth, and cowardice is the capital crime!

Only Damin can perform such tactics, which comes from the technical advantages of Damin, tightrope!

Only the craftsmen of Damin can pull the steel so fine and tough, if you don't pay attention to it, you can't see it at all, in the continuous wild running, shaking again and again, Song Jing and Cui Parker pulled down the eight Tibetan riders, and the Tubo people who fell to the ground were either knocked on the head by the horse staff, or knocked down by the war horse, and the few Tubo knights behind were even more remorseful, and simply bounced up with the war horse, which fell heavily on the charging Confucian knights.

The clattering steel clubs were in a mess, and everyone was desperately trying to protect their heads while desperately smashing the clubs on others, and a ball of polo was splashed everywhere in the crowd.

Seeing that the task was completed, he just let go of the tightrope and wanted to lift himself on the war horse with his waist strength, but at this time, a person in front of the horse suddenly got up from the ground with a scream, and was still wearing the military uniform of the coalition side, and hesitated for a moment in his mind, Song Jing subconsciously sent away his leg and kicked the horse's back again.

The galloping horse staggered a few centimeters, the horse's hooves passed over the man's head, and Song Jing tumbled into the dirt like a leather ball.

Rolled out more than five meters away, fell all over his body as if he had fallen apart, Song Jing struggled to get up, at this time, his team members were caught in a comprehensive crisis, the Tubo people fell to the ground many people, the rear guard and the remnant knights in front of the two copied, in the end the Confucian soldiers were wrapped in the middle, through the armor, the raindrop-like steel staff hit the body can faintly hear the sound of bone breaking.

"Brother Song!"

The pain was mixed with an angry roar, and a moment before he fell, Tripak desperately knocked the polo out of the legs of the horses.

subconsciously stopped with a cue, but without waiting for Song Jing to move, behind him, the Tubo rider who had broken his right hand hit him like a bull, and the impact of the galloping war horse was comparable to that of a car, and he didn't have time to turn his head, and Song Jing even heard the sizzling sound of air tearing.

Boom~

There was another dull sound, and Song Jing turned his head in shock, but he happened to see the toppled war horse and the Shi Wang Zijun who was ramming the war horse with his own weight and strength.

"Min barbarian, Lao Tzu Shiguo people don't owe everyone favors, go on!"

In the roar of the army's beard spurting blood, Song Jing turned around angrily, and ran towards the goal of the Tubo people with a polo game, seeing his fierce appearance, Mangsong Mangzan, who was pressed to the ground by the horse corpse, waved his hand forward like crazy again.

"Kill him!"

The two Tibetan knights turned their horses' heads from the entanglement and crashed into Song Jing, but this time, they were ahead of them again, and the three war horses crashed over, causing people to turn over on their backs, and they were also thrown out, and the three children of the Central Asian nobles who had just escaped also shouted noisily.

"Come on! The princess of Damin cannot be robbed by the Tibetan barbarians. ”

Slanted a glance at his teammates who were trying his best, a little wet actually slipped down the corner of Song Jing's eyes, roaring angrily, regardless of playing the ball to bypass the Tubo crowd that had been messed up and could not be separated from the roaring crowd, Song Jing ran through the bloody dozens of meters with all his might, and swung the club fiercely at the already empty Tubo goal.

Poof~ With hope and anger, the round polo smashed on the net behind the goal.

There was silence......