Looking at the appearance of the little gray horse, Alan smiled. No matter whether it is a human or an animal, no one can escape being corrupted!

This is the situation for a mare. If she were to make a bigger commitment, how much harder would she have to work?

Wouldn’t he run himself to death?

Oh...wait...

Thinking of this, Alan was suddenly stunned and looked in the direction of the Indian team in the distance. These guys are also very rich, they are all "noble children". Wouldn't they have also promised benefits to their horses?

How damn despicable, damn Indians, they even bribed horses!

Alan glanced over there with great contempt.

…

During the warm-up period, although the whole scene was not particularly quiet, the overall noise level was still very low. After all, the people who were going to compete were of noble status and could not be too uncultured. In addition, all the people present today were elites, so the players and the audience got along very harmoniously, which was rare.

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

With this appearance, as soon as the performance appeared on the stage, there was a huge cheer from the audience.

Alan curled the corner of his mouth, shook the reins lightly with his right hand, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the little gray horse ran slowly and accelerated.

One man and one horse. The polo stick in Alan's hand didn't look like a polo stick, but more like a saber. He rushed towards the Indian team with the stick in his hand with great momentum. Alan had a serious face, looking at the Indians who were getting closer and closer and more panicked. His behavior now was a bit like that of a madman. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and whoever hides will be a dog.

But if you don’t dodge, you’ll be unlucky if you get hit!

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was narrowing in the blink of an eye, several Indians began to dodge in panic. Alan raised the club slightly and chopped it down, as if he was going to chop them, and he passed through the middle of the four of them openly.

Not yet satisfied after crossing the line, the little gray horse ran toward the audience area for a few dozen meters, pulled the reins slightly, shook its head proudly, and then prepared to slow down and turn.

It was not until this moment that exclamations began to be heard from the audience.

Watching from a distance, they could even feel the momentum of the earl who had just charged towards the four Indian players alone, even though they were hundreds of meters away.

Is this the aristocratic polo player from Britain?

Such momentum, such heroic posture.

I've never seen this method before.

…

The bandage on the little gray horse's leg was red. Alan was holding the reins. He was smart enough to take small steps, a pace with a fast frequency but not a fast speed. He snorted proudly at the Indian horses.

Horses are creatures with a strong sense of competition, especially male horses. Plus, Alan has been tempting it with rewards and praise, which makes the little gray horse very excited and wants to bump into its own kind when it sees it.

…

Seeing Alan with his chin raised high and an expression that showed he didn't regard them as human beings, the faces of several Indians turned red, but they could do nothing. This man had the right to look down on them regardless of his status, wealth, physique, or appearance. They were hit so hard that they had no power to fight back.

At the front of the team, the Indian guy wearing the No. 2 POLO shirt, didn't see Allen clearly because he passed by too quickly. Now Allen is coming back slowly, and he can see him clearly this time. Especially when he saw Allen holding the club with his left hand, a trace of solemnity flashed across the Indian guy's face.

It was originally a friendly match.

But now this guy, not a defensive player, but he holds the club with his left hand, what does that mean? !

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

Allen now gives this Indian this feeling.

In formal polo matches, 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!

In polo matches, because the competition is so intense and there will be physical collisions between horses and players, the horses have two sets of reins, and it takes a lot to hold them in the hands. This is to allow the rider to better control the horse and prevent falling.

The right hand is the dominant hand of most people, and it can better hold the club and exert force to hit the ball.

When competing on the field, if the opposing player holds the polo with his right hand, they will only fight against each other and scramble for the polo ball at the moment when the two sides intersect.

But what if the person holds the ball with his left hand?

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

In a polo match, you can directly hit your opponent’s stick, just like a knife fight!

But if both players hold the club with their right hands, the number and opportunities of hitting the club will be much less. After all, the left hand cannot be released, which rules out the possibility of suddenly changing hands to hold the club. It is not realistic to hold the club with the right hand and hit it to the left!

Now a guy wearing the number three offensive player jersey, holding the club in his left hand.

Even if he is left-handed, it won’t work, but this is just an informal friendly match.

Is it possible not to let this earl take the field?

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

As for why not go around his left side and defend him with the right stick?

Everyone uses their left hand, how could he not know these things?

The first moment he sees someone trying to turn to his left, he will move further to the left to block your defense.

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

…

After wandering around and hitting the opponent's momentum, Alan slowly rode his horse back to Boss Cha who was already prepared.

“Haha, not bad!”

Boss Cha was just watching Allen's actions from the sidelines. It's better to be arrogant. If young people are not arrogant, can they still be called young people? !

Besides, Allen has always been like this in his temper towards others. Don’t you Indians know this?

First, hit the opponent's momentum so that you can establish an advantage on the field when the game starts.

This time he planned to use this Indian polo team to establish his authority, use them to highlight his own power, and then make a strong response to the news from the outside world!

Not only do we have to win today, we have to win big, or even slaughter our opponents!

…

"See those two older players on the other side? They are level 4 players, and the remaining skinny one is a level 3 player."

Boss Cha called the remaining three team members on his side to his side, and they immediately gave instructions.

Looking at the Indians' configuration, are they preparing for a three-to-one situation?

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

Allen looked at his own team, and found that the boss was level 6, while he was level 1...

Yes...Alan's polo level has just reached level 1, not even level 2.

There are two players next to him, one at level 1 and the other at level 2, and their total level is exactly 10.

If the Indians' configuration is three to one, their side is one to three, at least that's what it looks like on the surface. The others are very weak, which highlights the mighty and domineering arrogance of Boss Cha.

but……

I’ll show them how powerful we are soon!

…

The Indian gave up the serve and Allen served.

As the referee blew the whistle, Alan 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 sounded, Allen shouted loudly and pulled the reins hard. The little gray horse raised its front hoof high. Allen tilted his body and hooked the ball forward. He pressed down with his right hand and bumped into the Indian player No. 2 who was very close to him.

The distance was too close and the speed was not great, but the opponent's body was shaken and he almost fell down due to the sudden attack. This small gap was enough.

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

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Alan glanced at the side and saw that Boss Cha was already rushing forward. He did not rush to pass the ball, but turned his head slightly to look behind him to the right. Player No. 3 had already caught up with him.

He exerted a little force with his left leg, directing the little gray horse to squeeze slightly to the right, blocking in front of player No. 3 who had just caught up with Allen, and forced the opponent to stop. Allen then swung hard and passed the ball to Boss Cha who was unguarded.

1V2 successful assist.

What Boss Cha has to do now is simple: catch the ball, continue to accelerate, shoot, then slow down, run around the court, and receive cheers...

…

"Hahaha!"

Boss Cha scored a goal right at the start of the game. He laughed so hard that his eyes were invisible. After celebrating, he served the ball again and winked at Allen when he passed by him.

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

History is written by the victors. As long as you win, it doesn’t matter if you are incompetent!

Anyway, there’s no live broadcast on the scene, so there’s nothing to be afraid of!

We in Great Britain are so wild when it comes to playing polo!

This time when the opponent served the ball, Allen was not standing in front, but was several dozen meters away from the opponent.

Seeing the referee preparing to blow the whistle, Alan gently pulled the reins, sniffed, and commanded the little gray horse to prepare to charge in small steps. This was just the beginning.

…

"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 look up to observe the positions of his teammates. Before he could completely raise his head, he heard a huge exclamation from the sidelines. Before he could figure out what was going on, he just raised his head and a gray shadow rushed towards him.

"ah!"

Click...

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

Although the horse is not wearing armor, the opposing player is not wearing any protective gear either.

Imagine what it would feel like if a horse running at a minimum of 34 kilometers per hour, plus Alan's own weight, hit a person directly?

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

Tons of damage.

When Allen saw the Indian fall off his horse, he hooked the ball with his left hand with a club in a flash, shook his body, and continued to urge the little gray horse to speed up as if nothing had happened, ready to see who would continue to block his way forward.

There was an open space in front, and Alan pulled the reins, and the little gray horse cut slightly to the right, blocking the way behind. He raised his left hand high, swung the club hard, and hit Boss Cha with a very inaccurate but very long pass.

There is no one defending him, so as long as the ball comes to him, it means a goal!

…

The first quarter was not over yet, and in just three minutes, two goals had been scored. Another player from the opposing team was injured, so the game had to be suspended for substitutions.

Alan got off the horse, drank some water, and touched the little gray horse's head. This guy was very fierce just now. He just charged forward when he was told to do so, without thinking about anything else. He was a good and obedient boy.

Looking at the tears in the little gray horse's eyes, it was probably because it had just bumped into someone and hit its head, and it was in so much pain that it was about to cry, but the tears just rolled around in its eyes and didn't fall, making it look very stubborn.

Boss Cha came over to praise Allen, but after seeing Allen's actions and the horse, he 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 hold its hand, it nudged itself into Alan's arms reluctantly.

"Okay... go and have a rest first. I'll keep my word and buy it for you when I get back. Xiao Hui, you know I like you the most. When you've had a good rest, I'll still ride you."

"Huff, huff."

The little gray horse looked with disdain at the little yellow horse that had just been led out, and then reluctantly followed the trainer.

…

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

Alan touched the little yellow horse's head and chatted with it, not caring whether the horse could understand him or not.

“Chirp…”

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

"Be brave later. Go ahead when I say so. Don't be afraid. Be good and don't talk about carrots. When I come back, I will buy you a mare!"

“Huff, huff, huff!”

When the little yellow horse heard the word "mare", its ears moved violently, and Alan could clearly feel its breathing becoming more rapid.

Very good, that's it!

Animals are all good friends of human beings. It is not excessive for good friends to give each other some rewards to motivate each other, right?

…

"beep!"

The game started again. The Indians were obviously on guard against Allen. Seeing Allen rushing over with the same trick again, the newly substituted player No. 2 tactfully passed the ball to his teammate.

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

But that’s not the problem…

If you guys can break it so easily, then wouldn't my reputation as the Little Bully of Wales be in vain?

…

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

Since Xiao Huang was a new horse with good stamina, and had just been bewitched by Alan, he was very excited and worked very hard, and the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed.

The two knights competed entirely on speed, and the scene was exciting to watch.

When there were still two body lengths left, Allen raised his left arm high, without even pretending, and blatantly raised the club, aiming at the opponent's right arm of the club, and chopped it down...

"ah!"

Left hand against right hand, the opponent didn't even have a chance to dodge. If he raised the stick to block, Allen would snatch the ball away from him. But 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 hit the arm. The No. 3 player who was hit couldn't hold the club anymore. A two-finger-wide red and swollen mark appeared on his right arm. Looking at Allen who was running away with the ball, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

This playing style is too fierce.

But what this person did was within the rules. We can only say that he was dirty, but we cannot say that he broke the rules!