Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

Coincidentally, the conversation between Cheng Huaiyi and Guo Ye vaguely reached the ears of Xiao Ting on the opposite side, which made the other party laugh out loud, and said happily: "Hahaha, is there no one in your calligraphy class? You even called someone who didn't know how to write?" Ju's people came on stage, I laughed to death."

When Xiao Ting yelled like this, the whole audience roared with laughter again, causing the ball-watching students from the Calligraphy Class and Tai Xue Class to scold each other wantonly.

Hearing the sound of ridicule, Changsun Yumer suddenly felt ashamed, his face was sometimes livid and sometimes red, extremely embarrassed.

At this time, Lu Jingzong, who had been whispering to Chu Suiliang on the viewing platform, suddenly stood up and shouted sharply at the audience:

"It's time, let's start!!!"

After the shouting stopped, a school recorder in charge of maintaining the rules and penalties came to the field, holding a fist-sized ball in his hand, walked to the center of the field, and shouted to the left and right sides:

"Each side sends one person to the center of the court, ready to kick off..."

Chapter 408 Knocking Competition (2)

"kick off!"

"Bang~~"

The officer gave an order, only to hear a bang, Changsun Yumo swung his stick like lightning, hit the ball lying flat on the ground, and flew towards the opponent's dragon gate.

Changsun Yumo succeeded in one blow, and shouted without looking back: "Huaiyi, follow up quickly and help me score!"

After yelling, shake the rein and urge the horse to gallop forward, shouting: "Drive~~"

da da da~~

The horseshoes galloped, chasing the spinning ball in flight.

It is the size of a fist, and the leather pouch is filled with hard objects. The color is bright red, and it looks more colorful.

With one hit and flying, the bow ball is like a red light, which is extremely eye-catching and goes straight to the opponent's field.

Xiao Ting saw that his eldest grandson Yumo took the initiative, secretly cursed damn it, and then shouted at the three people on his side: "Intercept, intercept, don't let him score!"

At this time, Cheng Huaiyi was in the middle, and Qin Huaiyu and Guo Ye, two flankers, quickly rode their horses to keep up.

Horseback riding is a piece of cake for Guo Ye, without any effort.

Soon, the three rode their horses into each other's territory.

The ball fell to the ground and landed on the opponent's territory, Changsun Yumo took the lead to protect the ball again, just about to swing his stick at the opponent's dragon gate not far away.

Suddenly, the three members of the kamikaze club from the other side rushed towards him, ready to intercept his goal.

Reluctantly, he had no choice but to turn his stick, wave it lightly in the direction of Cheng Huaiyi, and shouted: "Huaiyi, catch the ball!"

After the sound fell, the ball flew into the sky again, and flew towards Cheng Huaiyi like a shooting star.

Cheng Huaiyi stopped the horse's hooves, and was about to catch the ball, waving his staff.

Suddenly, with a bang, the ball was intercepted in mid-air with a stick and fell to the ground.

The person who intercepted it was Xiao Ting.

Xiao Ting stabilized the rolling ball on the ground, and shouted at the three of his side: "Go forward, help me score!"

"Here!!!"

The three of them responded in unison, abandoned their eldest grandson Yumo, and followed the direction of Xiao Ting.

At this time, Guo Ye and the three of them knew what to do without the elder Sun Yumo's orders.

It must be back to defense, ready to intercept and deal with it.

He also saw dust and smoke filling the arena, and the horseshoes roared like thunder, galloping towards their own territory.

The three soldiers divided into three groups, each chasing the three Kamikaze members on Xiao Ting's side, preparing to separate them so that they would not cooperate.

After all, the three members of the Kamikaze Club are professional shooting players. No matter how Guo Ye and the three intercept them, they have a way to get out of the encirclement.

Changsun Yumo quickly rode his horse to catch up with Xiao Ting, and was about to use his stick to knock the rolling ball under Xiao Ting's stick out of the court.

Xiao Ting didn't act like a hero at this time, he directly passed the ball to the person closest to him, and shouted: "Xiao Wu, catch the ball!"

bang~

There was another muffled sound, and the ball jumped into the air again, flying towards the direction of Xiao Wu of the Kamikaze Society.

Xiao Wu is being defended by Qin Huaiyu.

Seeing this, Qin Huaiyu immediately waved his stick in an attempt to knock down the ball in mid-air.

But no matter how brave Qin Huaiyu is, how can it compare to the experience of a professional player like Xiao Wu?

Xiao Wu seemed to have figured out where the throwing ball would land, and he shouted at the black horse under his crotch, galloped desperately, and accurately aimed at the direction of the dragon gate on Guo Ye's side before the throwing ball landed, and swung a stick fiercely.

bang~~

As soon as the ball is touched, it draws an arc and falls perfectly into the net pocket of Longmen.

The ball is in!

……

……

The school official in charge of the penalty ran into the field and shouted: "Tai Xue class, score a goal."

Boom~~

The students of the Taixue class applauded thunderously in the arena, and for a while, the whole shooting field became a sea of ​​joy for the students of the Taixue class.

Even the clerks and old doctors sitting nearby nodded their heads, praising the perfect coordination of the ball.

Compared with the Taixue class, the Shuxue class naturally showed a bit of depression.

Even the elder Sun Yumo and the others in the field were dejected for a while, and looked at each other.

Xiao Ting was even more arrogant this time, while waving his stick to show respect to his fellow students, he shouted strangely at his grandson Yumo: "Haha, it's God's will to let us get off to a good start! Grandson Yumo, my son As I said, it is too late for you to beg for mercy now!"

Chang Sun Yu cursed silently and said, "Please forgive your grandma's legs, get out of here!"

At this time, the student officer in charge of the judgment placed the ball on the field beside Changsun Yumo, and shouted, "The next ball will be kicked off by the calligraphy class!"

The priority for the second round of tee-off is the loser!

Seeing this, Xiao Ting and the others retreated back to their own territory, forming a wing-shaped defensive formation.