Chapter 78： kill

Early this morning, Yang Dejin was called to the killing field of the Beijing Patrol Department.

The shooting field was at the corner of the city wall of the patrol battalion, and when she got there, the field was covered with flags and drums were bursting. The five-story grandstand on the right side of the field was crowded with people, and a small log building on stilts on the left side was also hung with a brocade cover.

Beside the fence of the shooting field, a group of riders gathered and were discussing something with poles at the moment.

"It's such a spacious venue." Yang Dejin took a second look, and then wanted to run to the stands to find someone.

"Your Highness, here." Xie Zhi's voice came from the fourth floor of the stands.

Yang Dejin quickly squeezed through the crowd and went to her side.

"What are you doing?" Yang Dejin asked while looking at the enthusiastic audience.

Xie Zhi: "The envoy from Shuobei proposed to play polo with my Dasheng Warriors."

"Playing polo?" Yang Dejin raised his eyebrows.

When Li Zichou sneaked out of the palace, Yang Dejin took her to see it, but it was at the polo hall in Dongshi. It turned out that the City Defense Department also had a polo field.

But after thinking about it, it seems normal that polo is so popular in Dasheng.

However, the point is...

"The prairie people play polo with us?" Yang Dejin opened his eyes wide, "Isn't this bullying people?"

Who doesn't know that grassland people are good at riding and shooting?

Xie Zhi, on the other hand, looked leisurely: "The competition between the two sides alludes to the strength of the state, and it is impossible for Dasheng to refuse.

"Through a small polo match, one can see how much a dynasty is worth.

"This is both an opportunity and a challenge. Your Majesty probably thinks the same way, so it's okay."

"Ah?" Yang Dejin asked without thinking, "Li Zichou actually agreed?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi didn't notice the problem of her calling her the wrong name. Yang Dejin spoke very fast, and the "zi" sound in the middle was swallowed directly, making it sound like she was calling "Li Chou".

After Yang Dejin said it, she realized: Oops, I accidentally called Li Zichou by his full name.

"Cough!" Yang Dejin pretended to change the subject as if nothing happened, "Then... What if Shuobei pretends to be here?"

Xie Zhi thoughtfully didn't go into it, anyway, in her perception, Yang Dejin and Li Zishou were always at odds, and Yang Dejin should have shouted a lot behind his back.

"The prairie people are tough," Xie Zhi replied, "but my Dasheng's son is not a vegetarian, His Highness just watch, those people will not easily let the prairie people get the limelight."

After Xie Zhi finished speaking, she looked towards the sidelines. Following her line of sight, Yang Dejin also saw the riders in red overalls.

"That is?"

Xie Zhi explained: "The polo team of the Capital Patrol Department is all young generals who are good at guns and swords, and none of them are vegetarians."

Even though she is the one in the lead, it just looks like an eyesore.

Yang Dejin noticed at a glance that the man with the bright red cloth on his forehead seemed to be the leader: "Lieutenant Ji is also going to play?"

Xie Zhi looked away, without looking at the person she was talking about, and replied: "Ji Zhuilu is the captain."

"Wow - he can play polo, so good!" Yang Dejin praised sincerely.

Xie Zhi's eyes turned cold, and his expression was unhappy: "He can't even play polo, so don't be a military officer."

Yang Dejin was about to ask Xie Zhi if he would fight, but when he turned around, he saw her looking away with a cold face. Yang Dejin paused, remembering that Xie Zhi told her to stay away from Ji Zhuilu before.

It seems that these two have had a relationship, so shouldn't I praise Captain Ji in front of her?

Yang Dejin thought for a second, then changed his mind and said, "Then who are the others?"

"Several captains and commanders of the patrol battalion."

Yang Dejin snorted, and asked again: "What about the other side? What's the composition of the other side?"

Xie Zhi's eyes were on the riders in Shuobei. They wore blue smocks to distinguish them, and gathered together to agree on tactics. From time to time, they glanced at the Dasheng team, with a high desire to fight in their eyes.

"You know the leader, the third prince of Shuobei, Yeludiela, and the rest are his subordinates." Xie Zhi raised his chin as he said that.

Yang Dejin also saw it, and Yeludie also tied a bright cloth strip on his head, which probably played a role in distinguishing the captain from the team members.

"Won't the emperor come to see this kind of competition?" Yang Dejin wanted to know if Li Zichou was coming.

"No." Xie Zhi raised his jaw again, and looked at the stilted building on the opposite side of the venue, "The imperial seat and the sub-representatives of Shuobei's envoys are upstairs, officials and family members can only sit here, do you want to go over?"

Yang Dejin took a look and saw that the viewing platforms upstairs had all been covered with brocade covers to keep out the dust, no wonder Li Zi rewarded no one was seen.

"No, the view here is pretty good."

Xie Zhi nodded and said nothing, as if he knew her choice.

Yang Dejin wanted to ask something else, but when she heard a loud gong beating, she was so startled that she subconsciously looked towards the polo field, forgetting what she was going to say.

Kicking, each team is limited to five people, holding a polo stick, hitting the ball into the opponent's goal is considered a victory.

Both Shuobei and Dasheng seem to want to play a protracted game, adopting a ten-round competition system, and each quarter of the game has a burning time.

Before the official start of the game, the players from both sides enter the arena to salute, which is equivalent to swearing the spirit of athletes before the game. However, according to Yang Dejin, there may not be much sportsmanship in this game.

—Athletes are not bad if they don’t fight.

After the pre-match trash talk session, the contestants of the two teams retreated to their respective positions and put on protective masks and scarves.

Xu Shi could feel the tense confrontation that was about to happen. All ten horses on the field were impatient and snorting.

Had it not been for the control of the bridle and reins, they might have all rushed out into the field.

Among them, the most eye-catching horse is the horse of Yeludiela, a pure white war horse, and the man on the horse's back has a braided robe and a tall and straight figure, quite like a warrior.

Yang Dejin raised his eyebrows with great interest, and said to himself, "Hey, Prince Charming."

Xie Zhi next to him: "?" After a while, he looked back at the field.

Yang Dejin always speaks strangely like this, she's getting used to it...

The hourglass is timed, the referee is in place, and after the two sides have guessed the ball, the right to the ball is determined.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuu!" The commander held up his hammer and slammed it heavily on the gong.

Game start!

The city defense department took the lead, throwing the horse with a big fist high into the air. The two defensive players stood behind, while Ji Zhuilu led the two forwards, holding the ball all the way to the opponent's goal.

The left and right forwards blocked the prairie people who wanted to step forward to intercept, and Ji Xiaowei's attack was like a broken bamboo.

Seeing that he was less than twenty steps away from the opponent's goal, a white horse suddenly broke into his field of vision, and Captain Ji reined in the horse and braked quickly.

The striker didn't stop Yeludie, the prince of Shuobei was holding a stick a few feet long, as if he was waving a horse, and swung towards the rolling colorful stick.

The club narrowly brushed against the horse and was almost snatched away.

Ji Zhuilu felt deeply that he could not confront Yeludie directly, so he swung urgently and passed it to the forward who moved behind.

One of Yeludie's subordinates watched him pass the ball and wanted to grab the ball, but he didn't expect Ji Zhuilu to hit the ball in the air, over the heads of the crowd, which was not at a height that could be obtained.

And a striker from the city defense department hurriedly picked up his horse and ran back. After estimating the height and distance of the ball, he sat on the horse's back without holding the rein with his left hand, and swung the club into the air with both hands!

Yang Dejin clicked his tongue: Such quick reflexes, and a beautiful swing, which is a standard home plate movement.

But other viewers don't think so—

"Isn't this a random fight?!"

"Can this hit the ball?"

"Are you new to the polo team?!"

The forward's novel swing method aroused strong doubts from the audience, and there were different opinions in the stands for a while.

And then — the ball goes in.

The lightweight horse with a hollow in the middle once again passed over the heads of the crowd and entered the goal of the Shuobei team.

There was a moment of silence in the auditorium, followed by warm cheers and thunderous applause.

"nice shot-!!"

"I just said I can get in?! You don't believe it!"

"Good boy, I want this son-in-law!"

Yang Dejin couldn't help but look back to see who the man who chose his son-in-law in public was.

In just a few seconds, the rhythm outside the field became faster than flipping through a book, and the excitement was no less exciting than that inside the field. Isn't this too outrageous? !

Dasheng people are so exaggerated.

But compared to the cheers of the people around, Xie Zhi seemed calm, as if everything the world was going through had nothing to do with her.

"Hey, Xie Zhirui, why aren't you happy when the Dasheng team scored a goal?" Yang Dejin asked curiously.

"The prairie people didn't do their best."

"Ah?" Yang Dejin looked at the Shuobei team blankly, "How do you know?"

"Guess."

"..."

Xie Zhi wasn't talking nonsense, Shuobei had indeed released the water.

Soon Yang Dejin discovered that the Shuobei team did not show any anxiety or regret after losing the game, and they still talked and laughed during the break, especially Yeludiela was still leisurely and elegant to tease his white horse.

Yang Dejin understands, this is going to play hard to get, and wants to make the Dasheng team relax their vigilance, the Shuobei team has designated a second move.

Sure enough, just as Xie Zhi said, the grassland people made continuous efforts in the next few games and scored several goals. The city defense department is determined to counterattack, and the score is always overwhelmed.

It's hard not to suspect that the Shuobei team did it on purpose, in order to achieve a kind of humiliation.

The people in the stands and the players on the field were still nervous, some were shouting to cheer, some were already talking about analyzing the situation on the field, and Zhao Kuo was as good at talking on paper as he was in the Warring States Period.

Halfway through the schedule, the Dasheng team will always be a bit behind the Shuobei team. The players and the audience are more anxious than the other, and no one can come up with a good solution.

The prairie people seem to have completely grasped the direction of the score. This kind of passive play like a marionette really has no desire to watch.

Seeing that the game in the sixth quarter was almost over, Yang Dejin stood up and said to the people next to him, "I'll leave for a while, and come back later."

Xie Zhi looked up at her: "Your Highness wants to play?"

Yang Dejin: "?"

"No!" Yang Dejin replied with a half smile, "I'm going to find the emperor."

"Oh, come back quickly then."

"Then you wait here for me."

"it is good."

After Xie Zhi nodded, Yang Dejin walked through the crowd and stepped down from the stands.

When I walked around the polo field, I came back: such a childish dialogue.

This Xie Zhi is not as unreasonable as in the book.

The ground of the shooting field was originally a flat grassland, but after running horses on it for a long time, the land was blown away, leaving only sand and gravel soil. When the weather is good, it is easy to raise a lot of dust, so hanging around the small building The brocade curtain is to keep out the dust.

You can't let the distinguished adults watch a game and get a mouthful of ashes, right?

The field was about the size of two football fields, and it took Yang Dejin a while to go around.

Still lost in the sixth quarter, Yang Dejin sighed and climbed up the wooden stairs of the small building.

"His Royal Highness Prince Yu, please stay. Your Majesty said that no one will be allowed in." A young **** in white stopped at the door curtain.

Yang Dejin looked past him at the figure sitting in the inner room, and asked, "Who is there?"

"Prince Huiyu," the little **** replied respectfully, "Your Majesty and Shuobei envoy Wu Bizhen."

"Where is the sixth princess in Shuobei?"

The little eunuch: "I don't know."

"What about the Empress?"

"Not here."

Yang Dejin pondered for a while, but didn't make things difficult for the little eunuch, but just took another look at the figures in the room and left.

The court was surrounded by tall walls on three sides. Yang Dejin did not rush back to the stands, but climbed up the walls.

It's strange, it's fine if Bai Qingyang and Ayiguli don't come, where did Li Zifu go?

Looking down from the city wall is the perspective of God. Even if the field is covered with dust, this height can clearly see the two teams.

For such an important match between Dasheng and Shuobei, Li Zichou didn't come to see it in person, why did he go?

Don't you just run off to date Bai Qingyang?

Yang Dejin was thinking as he walked towards the tower of Wengcheng, and then he saw someone sitting cross-legged in front of a low crenel, dressed in black, holding stone bricks with both hands, going to the bottom of the tower through a small gap. Look.

Yang Dejin: "..."

She walked over silently, stood behind the man, and kicked him lightly.

"Ouch! Who is it?!" Li Zichou rubbed his buttocks and turned his head, his face half panicked and half annoyed.

Seeing that it was Yang Dejin, Li Zichou smiled awkwardly: "It's you, what a coincidence."

"Unfortunately." Yang Dejin looked at her speechlessly, "The emperor is hiding here... to enjoy the shade?"

"...Go." Li Zichou glared at her, "Watching the game."

"I went to the scene to watch the game, why did I come here to watch it?" Yang Dejin asked with his back leaning against the crenel, looking down at Li Zichou.

"The view here is good." Li Zichou refused, "and there are so many people below, I still have to carry it, I'm so tired."

"So you let Lu Xiaoying go to town instead of you?"

"...Then I paid her to hire her as a substitute for me?!"

"That's right, but..."

Anyway, use it in an important place!

You are obviously avoiding social interaction, right? !

Yang Dejin: "Aren't you afraid that people from Shuobei will find out?"

"If you find it, you will find it. I am so busy, and no one dares to say anything if I don't go."

"Okay, you're still stubborn."

"uh-huh!"

Yang Dejin: "..." I am very proud.

The author has something to say:

Yang Dejin: So sassy! I also want to be a polo rider.

Li Zishou: As badass as you are, you are almost as good as a beautiful rider.

Yang Dejin: ...trying to irritate me.

Haha, the holidays have been extended again, what a draft dam.