After hitting the opponent's arm holding the club with a club and swollen it, Allen bent down, took the club with his left hand and hooked the ball, and the ball jumped forward a few times flexibly. He controlled the reins with his right hand, and Xiao Huang jumped twice flexibly, making a turn that looked like drifting. Taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Huang just turned and paused, Allen swung his arms and passed the ball to the frontcourt with all his strength. A newbie from the opponent symbolically followed Boss Cha to defend.

But for a level 6 player, let alone one person defending him, even if two people defend him together, they may not be able to defend him, unless they use cheating tactics like Allen did.

But do they dare?

…

After the first quarter, the score was 3:0, which was a very exaggerated score.

The score of a polo match is not like that of basketball, where both sides show their skills and compete with each other, and the score is often not too big. Although the venue is large, the players on horseback also occupy a large area and have a large activity area.

After a six-quarter game, unless the difference in strength is too great, the two sides can score five or six goals in total, which is already pretty good.

They had just finished one quarter and three of them were already in. It was obvious... It wasn't that Boss Cha's team was too strong, but that they were too shameless...

Two opposing players were injured in one quarter.

…

At the beginning of the second quarter, Allen did not change horses, and Xiao Huang was still excited.

At the beginning of the game, after the "warm-up" in the previous quarter, Allen became more and more courageous, and his techniques became more and more skilled.

In a normal polo game, when holding the club to hit the ball, the right hand is lowered, and when swinging the club, from back to front and from bottom to top, the inertia is used to carry the ball forward and hit it.

This batting technique can not only ensure accuracy, but also save energy.

But Allen was different. He raised his arms and swung them from top to bottom.

The scene looked grand and exciting, making some spectators who had never watched a polo match before feel that this noble lord from Britain was very heroic and aggressive on the court.

No matter what sport it is, as long as the competition is intense, it looks good.

Alan laughed loudly and rode his horse to chase the Indian player who had the ball.

The polo horses that Boss Cha brought this time are expensive and fast, especially when accelerating in a straight line, the gap between the two sides can be most clearly seen. Sometimes the difference between the two sides is four or five body lengths, or even more. In just a few seconds, one acceleration is enough to catch up with the opponent.

The two knights rode their horses so fast that they seemed to be flying over the lawn.

This most primitive pursuit scene looks exciting.

Allen chased very vigorously. He didn't go for the ball, but focused mainly on the players.

Once you get close, you'll swing your arms and hit the ball with the club, regardless of whether you can hit the ball or not. You'll hit the player first. Horses are professionally trained and aren't afraid of pain, but people are not. Anyone would feel pain if they were hit suddenly.

…

"Hahaha, don't fucking run! I'll hit you with the stick."

Alan had a lot of fun beating people. Although he was a little out of breath, it felt great. You can run as much as you want, but as long as I catch up with you, I will hit you with a golf club and ask you if it hurts!

When the Indians replaced the third player, they began to feel a little scared. They adjusted their tactics and Allen was listed as the key defensive target.

Don’t you like hitting people?

Then let's pass the ball more. Now that we have no ball, you can't hit me for no reason, right?

…

The idea was good, but the Indians suddenly changed their tactics and Allen was a little uncomfortable with it.

Often, the opponent would pass the ball before he could catch up with the opponent, and he could only control his horse and turn to defend, but the same scene kept happening. Every time he was about to catch up with the opponent, the opponent would pass the ball away.

Two or three Indian players on the field cooperated with each other in passing the ball and treated Allen like a monkey.

Seeing that this tactic seemed to be effective, several Indians carefully maintained the passing tactics.

Boss Cha was watching Allen being teased by two or three players in the frontcourt, and gestured to the remaining two players on their side, indicating that they should not go to help. Anyway, the quarter was almost over, so let the kid be frustrated.

…

"You didn't play polo much before, and you didn't like to go to parties. Now you know, right? This is a team sport. You have to cooperate. Don't just act on your own temper. Don't be too reckless. You have to be tactical."

During the break of the second quarter, Boss Cha called Allen to his side, slowly and patiently persuaded him, and told him some so-called truths.

Alan curled his lips. Does that mean he doesn't want to go?

He is not good at horse riding, but he goes to play polo with a group of equestrian experts. Isn't this asking for trouble?

That is to say, today, when he uses his left hand, Indians dare not say anything, but if it were in Britain, people would not play with him when they see he uses his left hand.

If he dared to use the same behavior today at the British aristocratic gathering and polo match, it would only offend people. He would not be able to get anything in return and would only offend people. Over time, Alan would be too lazy to attend such gatherings.

If you have this kind of time, wouldn't it be more fun to find a beautiful woman and make a movie than playing polo?

Seeing that Allen didn't take his words to heart, Boss Cha smiled cheerfully and didn't say much. He planned to continue to ignore Allen during the third quarter and let him suffer a little more. After he suffered too much, he would understand.

…

Xiao Huang was reluctantly led away again. Before leaving, he looked back every few steps, as if reminding Alan not to forget about the mare after returning.

The horse trainer brought Alan a pure white polo pony.

Alan was impressed with the horse, it was a mare!

Yesterday he went to see the horses. He could say nice words to other horses and bribe them with delicious food, but this little mare was very arrogant. She was not interested in ordinary things, but she only liked taking a bath and being scratched.

Seeing the little mare, Allen took the reins, held the horse's head with both hands, rubbed its ears and said, "Xiaobai, you know I like you the most. Run well on the field later. Don't be afraid. When we go back, I will find a few masseurs for you and ask them to give you a bath together. Do you think it's okay?"

“Hmph!”

The little mare shook her head slightly, looking a little disdainful.

"Hold!"

Just before going on stage, this little mare actually dared to give me the cold shoulder?

Allen held the huge horse head, looked into Xiaobai's eyes and said, "If you don't work hard later, I will buy you. From now on, no one will bathe you anymore. You will be dirty every day!"

“Hurrah!”

When the little mare heard this, she was a little unhappy. She struggled with her big head back and didn't want Alan to ride her anymore.

"I mean what I say!"

"Oh my god..."

Just as he finished speaking, the little white horse suddenly bumped Alan's chest with its head, then raised its head and looked at him with its head tilted.

"Humph, if you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the wine for you."

Alan held the saddle, stepped on the stirrup with his left foot, and jumped onto the horse in a dashing manner. After sitting firmly, he stroked Xiaobai's horsehair.

…

At the beginning of the third quarter, the Indians used the same old trick and stopped focusing on offense and just passed the ball. Although there were still three quarters left, as long as Allen was still on the court, they would not be able to play well. They could only limit him first and then look for other opportunities.

Seeing the Indian players playing the same trick again, Allen, who had just been tricked by the little white horse, was a little overwhelmed by this scene. The new and old grudges added together made him a little annoyed.

Looking at the Indians far away from him, Alan narrowed his eyes, tightened the reins with his right hand, and twisted Xiaobai's ear hard with his left hand.

Alan didn't need to give any commands this time. Xiaobai felt the pain in his ears and rushed forward regardless of anything. He didn't dare to leave Alan behind, so he could only run as fast as he could.

Allen chased the Indian player who was still in control of the ball. It looked like the second half of the previous quarter. The Indian looked at the earl rushing towards him, smiled slightly, and very boldly hit the ball to the right and passed it when Allen was almost in front of him.

"Grass!"

Alan did not slow down, but rode his horse forward and, in front of the Indians' incredulous gazes, he ran straight into the horse lying in front of him.

With a dull thud, the little white horse bumped into the other horse's belly.

In this position, even the most well-trained horse could not bear it. If it lost its balance, both the horse and the rider would be knocked over.

The little white horse wasn't feeling well either. After the collision, it shook its big head and seemed a little dizzy.

Allen controlled the reins with his right hand and walked in a small circle. He waited for the little white horse to come to its senses before chasing after the other Indian player who received the ball.

I couldn’t get the ball, so I knocked you all down. Let’s see if I can get it!

…

The two sides were more than 40 meters apart. Alan pinched Xiaobai's left ear. There was no big problem with this part, but the nerves were very sensitive and it was very painful to be pinched. Xiaobai was very angry and breathed heavily through his nostrils at the maximum speed.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, the distance between the two sides was visibly getting closer. The Indian looked at Allen chasing him aggressively, pushing the ball with his right hand, his body shaking, and urging the horse frantically.

But the quality of the horses on both sides was quite different, and coupled with Xiaobai's desperate pursuit, after just three breaths, Alan was only two body lengths away from the opponent!

In the eyes of the Indian players, they even saw the nobleman grinning with his left hand raised high. It didn't look like he was trying to steal the ball with this club. The ball was still on the ground. What were you trying to do by raising the club so high?

…

The closer the two sides got, the more the Indian players relied on their equestrian skills, slightly adjusting their positions and steering their horses towards Allen in an attempt to stop him.

Alan felt a little frustrated at the feeling of being on the verge of catching up but being blocked every time.

He glanced at the polo stick in his hand.

This thing is a very long flexible pole with a ring on the top and a wooden peg stuck horizontally inside.

At first glance, it looks like a sledgehammer used for demolition, the kind that costs eighty for a big hammer and forty for a small hammer, but the wooden peg on the top is a bit thinner and one end is a little bit pointed.

Looking at the club, Alan looked at the opponent's horse's butt not far from him.

The horse's tail was tied into small bunches on its butt, and it swayed back and forth as the horse moved, as if mocking him.

Look at these things.

Alan subconsciously lowered his arm and pulled it hard from bottom to top.

The club feels soft and a little crisp when it hits the horse, and it even feels a little springy when it first contacts the horse.

Allen subconsciously pulled the club back and encountered a slight resistance, but he used his strength to pull it down again.

…

The Indian looked at himself riding his horse to block Alan's way forward, then turned his head slightly to look at the earl's face so close to him. Seeing his angry look, he felt a little proud. The British... are nothing special!

Why?

I saw Allen put down the club in his left hand, and then...

The Indian suddenly felt his horse scream fiercely, a sound he had never heard before, and then it leaped forward a long distance, as if it was jumping.

Then the horse makes an emergency "brake" and stands up with its front legs kicking, then quickly falls down and kicks again with its hind legs.

At this moment, the Indian felt like he was sitting on a super-powered rocking car, swaying back and forth with his beloved horse.

When it swung for the third time, he couldn't hold on any longer, and with his mind blank, he was thrown away.

After he landed, the severe pain all over his body made him forget to get up. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound on his helmet. Although it didn't hurt, his head was buzzing. This time, it was definitely hit by the golf club!

A sinister voice came from my ear: "Run?! Are you still going to run?!"

He raised his head slightly, looked at the count, said a word, and then disappeared from his side, with the club in his left hand not forgetting to hook the polo ball on the ground.

…

At the beginning of the third quarter, Allen knocked down two players in succession. His ferocity exceeded the expectations of the Indians. The remaining two Indian players looked at each other in bewilderment. This game was no longer playable.

but……

It was thought that the earl would pass the ball, but instead he hit the ball straight at one of the Indians.

"???"

The Indian looked at the little white ball flying towards him and suddenly couldn't react. Did he pass the ball in the wrong direction or did he pass it to the wrong place?

…

Alan looked at the Indian man standing there in a daze, a sinister smile flashed across his lips, and he clamped his legs together tightly, urging Xiaobai to continue speeding up.

It doesn’t matter whether the goal is scored or not. He is very angry now. If the ball is passed, how can he play?

so……

He passed the ball to the Indians and then, chased them!

…

Boss Cha was so angry at this ridiculous scene that he almost laughed.

We talked about team spirit, but this guy just rushed all the way to the end, knocked down two people, and was still not satisfied, so he passed the ball to the opponent and continued to chase?

How can he put his face like this?!

Seeing Allen chasing the Indian player aggressively, he passed the ball to the Indian, but the Indian had already reacted and refused to receive the ball!

This scene was very funny. Allen was chasing from behind and the two Indian players were running in front. Whoever he passed the ball to would run.

In the second half of the last quarter, the Indians passed the ball to each other to avoid Allen.

Now the positions of both sides have changed, and it was Alan chasing the two Indians all over the field. Boss Cha has really learned something new today, seeing how polo can be played like this!

…

"Damn it, you still dare to run?!"

Alan held the golf club in his left hand. The little white horse could hardly run anymore. After charging at full speed for several minutes, he no longer had the strength to keep up.

But he was not satisfied yet. He watched the two Indians hiding from him and he could not catch up with them. Then he hooked the polo ball and swung his arm to pass the ball to Boss Cha.