Chapter 95 These few men cannot represent the Great Qi
On the horse track, Li Yuanyou almost took the lead and charged out.
The polo ball bounced and rolled forward on the field.
The two members of the Tibetan team reacted quickly, immediately riding over to block Li Yuanyou's path.
But Li Yuanyou suddenly spurred his horse, accelerating rapidly, and managed to squeeze through the gap between the two Tibetan players, intercepting the ball securely.
He held the ball in his hand, struck it, and sent it flying straight toward the Tibetan team's goal.
Before the ball could fly far, three Tibetan players galloped up on horseback, their clubs held horizontally in the air, ready to intercept the ball.
"Protect the ball!" Shen Churong's voice rang out from behind.
The Daqi team members, who were already close behind, reacted instantly. Two of them spurred their horses to the sides and waved their batons to block the Tibetan team members' path.
Shen Churong spurred his horse to chase after the ball, and just as it was about to be intercepted, he used his polo mallet to flick the ball towards Li Yuanyou.
Li Yuanyou caught a glimpse of the ball flying towards him out of the corner of his eye, and immediately turned his horse around with a fluid and graceful movement.
He raised his mallet again and struck the polo ball hard before it hit the ground.
This time, he used all his strength, and the polo ball, like a shooting star, broke through the Tibetan players' layers of interception and headed straight for the goal.
"It's in! It's in!"
The cheers from the stands erupted instantly.
The ladies who had been sitting upright completely forgot their manners, stood up one after another, waving feather fans and handkerchiefs, clapping and cheering.
The crowds around the field jumped and cheered excitedly, some even throwing their hats into the air and shouting.
Upon seeing this, the band on the sidelines immediately began beating their drums to cheer on the horses, the sound of the drums drowning out the sound of the horses' hooves.
The person announcing the results shouted loudly: "Red Team! First place!"
Before he finished speaking, two attendants quickly stepped forward and planted a red flag embroidered with the character "齐" on the flag stand of the Great Qi team.
On the field, after scoring a goal, Li Yuanyou excitedly raised his bat and waved it towards the main stand, his face beaming with joy.
Yangjin turned to Li Yuanzhao and said, "Second Prince, you played a beautiful shot. Congratulations."
Li Yuanzhao leaned lazily against the main couch, and smiled politely upon hearing this, "You flatter me."
After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the field.
Despite conceding a goal, the Tibetan team did not panic. Instead, they quickly adjusted their formation, with the ten players spreading out in a fan shape, their eyes becoming increasingly sharp, clearly preparing to launch a counterattack.
The match continued, and Daqi team was initially in a strong position.
Li Yuanyou and Shen Churong worked together seamlessly, with one responsible for attacking and hitting the ball, and the other responsible for defense and interception. The other team members also performed their respective duties.
They scored six goals in a short time, and the flags were planted one after another on the flag stand of the Great Qi, giving them a commanding 7-3 lead.
The cheers from the stands grew louder and louder, and even Li Yuanshu couldn't help but clench her handkerchief, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.
However, as the game progressed, the situation gradually changed, and the Daqi players' stamina clearly couldn't keep up.
The noble sons of the Great Qi Dynasty, pampered and spoiled, were skilled at polo but could not withstand long hours of intense running.
In contrast, the Tibetan troops, who had spent years fighting on horseback across the grasslands, possessed astonishing stamina and maintained a fierce offensive.
Li Yuanyou even fell off his horse while fighting for a polo ball that was about to go out of bounds.
This fall completely disrupted the rhythm of the Daqi team.
Other players frequently made defensive lapses.
The Tibetan team seized the opportunity and launched a fierce counterattack, quickly tying the score.
As the Tibetan team planted more and more flags, the atmosphere in the stands gradually cooled down from its initial excitement.
The crowd, who had been cheering on tiptoe, quietly fell silent, their hands gripping their headscarves and hats tighter and tighter.
The young men and women lost their previous enthusiasm for waving fans and shouting; they all sat up straight and stared nervously at the arena.
They even whispered to each other, afraid of disturbing the situation on the field.
Yangjin turned to look at Li Yuanzhao and saw that she still had that calm and composed expression, as if she really didn't care about winning or losing.
On the field, almost only Shen Churong was left fighting desperately.
However, it was ultimately difficult for one person to withstand the repeated attacks of the Tibetan army.
The game is entering its final moments.
When the Tibetan players once again scored a polo ball into the Qi team's goal.
The voices of the people who were doing the bidding were all a bit hoarse.
"Tibetan team! Tenth point! Match ended! Final score: 10 to 8!"
The moment the words were spoken, the entire stadium fell into a brief, suffocating silence.
Immediately afterwards, the Tibetan team members cheered and rode their horses together, celebrating by striking each other's staffs.
Meanwhile, the Daqi team members sat dejectedly on their horses, their clubs drooping listlessly.
Li Yuanyou sat to the side, his eyes reddening with anxiety.
Shen Churong didn't even have the courage to look up at the stands.
On the stands, the officials of the Great Qi Dynasty looked solemn, and the common people also lowered their heads in silence.
What could be more painful than losing to the Tibetans who came to negotiate peace on your own home turf, in front of the entire capital?
Cheers erupted only from the area where the Tibetan envoys were located.
In the quiet stadium, the sound was particularly jarring.
On the main stand, Yangjin smiled and said to Li Yuanzhao, "Da Qi has lost."
There was no trace of disappointment in Li Yuanzhao's eyes as he calmly said, "They lost."
Meeting Yangjin's surprised gaze, she slowly said, "These few men cannot represent the Great Qi."
Upon hearing this, Yangjin paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something and suddenly threw her head back and burst into laughter.
"In that case, why don't you and I have another match?"
The implication behind these words is quite clear: since these men cannot represent the world.
Then the two women, representing the Great Qi and the Tubo, personally took to the field to fight, using polo sticks to determine the winner.
"Since the princess is willing to compete, how can I refuse?"
As Li Yuanzhao spoke, he stood up straight and waved his hand behind him.
"Rumo, bring me my polo club."
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