Chapter 135 Retribution for Evil
Cuju has always been divided into civil and military.
Wu Cuju is known to use dirty tricks when necessary.
Song Xiang has been around for so many years, so he naturally knows the ropes.
No bragging, he can break a person's spine with one kick, and he can also shoot a ball and let it hit the person, causing him to vomit blood in the slightest and fainting in the worst.
For a kid like Gong Changan, he could break his spleen with just one kick.
I couldn't see anything at the time, but I just felt a little pain.
But after three or five days, the person becomes useless.
It is like a plant whose roots have been damaged. It is immortal for a while, but will slowly wither.
Song Xiang made up his mind to take Gong Changan's life on this Cuju field.
Both sides took to the field and opened up their posture. A whistle blows and the competition begins.
Gong Changan and several other children rode on Kunlun Nu's shoulders, directing them to move forward and back, dodging left and right.
Both sides are fighting for it, how exciting is it?
After a quarter of an hour, Song Xiang scored a goal first, but in less than a cup of tea, Gong Changan and a few brothers also scored a goal.
Song Xiang winked at his own men, and then in the process of winning the ball, they deliberately greeted Kunlun Slave's calves and ribs.
I want to kick these people into disablement so that I can win.
The Kunlun slaves had never seen these dirty tricks before, so they were a little panicked at first.
"Steady, don't panic!" Gong Changan said, "Whoever has the ball on his feet, the others will help stop him and let him score!"
And Song Xiang also He was anxious to grab the ball. He didn't want to score, he just wanted to hit Gong Changan with the ball.
Of course Gong Changan saw what he was thinking, so he lay low on Kunlun Nu's body, leaving him unable to find an opportunity for a while.
"Chang'an, these people are so shady!" Xu Mang shouted towards Gong Changan, "My Kunlun slave's legs are lame."
Gong Changan approached him and said: "In this case, let's also Don't be too busy playing football. Kick a few people first."
"Did you see the one wearing the red scarf?" Xu Mang gasped, "The most sinister thing to do."
"That's it. Just kill him first." Gong Changan smiled, "It should be enough to scare the monkeys."
That person is Song Xiang.
During this period, Gong Changan's Kunlun Nu scored another goal.
Song Xiang and the others became even more anxious, and they all regarded Gong Changan as a thorn in their side.
"Listen to me. The three of us will rush over together in a moment." Song Xiang said to the other two people, "I will pretend to fall and shovel over, tripping the Kunlun slave, and you two will step up and break it." His calf.”
On the Cuju court, falls and bumps are inevitable, and injuries are also common.
As long as you don’t do it too openly, others won’t be able to say anything.
Then the ball was snatched by Gong Changan's Kunlun slave. He ran forward with the ball, and everyone naturally chased them.
Song Xiang rushed over suddenly and slipped on the diagonal thrust. He was preparing to trip Kunlun Nu, snatched the ball away, and then pretended to accidentally kick Zhonggong Changan.
Anyway, Kunlun slave fell, and Gong Changan had to fall off his back.
Coupled with the cooperation of other people, the scene must be a mess. Who can take care of whom then?
Gong Changan saw Song Xiang's intention, and when he was about to kick Kunlun Slave's legs, he said in Kunlun Slave's ear: "Kneel down!" Kunlun Slave didn't know what he meant, but he had already She was used to obeying his orders, so she immediately knelt down.
But in the eyes of everyone, it was Song Xiang who knocked down the Kunlun slave, and they did not see that it was the Kunlun slave who knelt down on his own.
The body of more than 300 kilograms pressed hard on Song Xiang's leg, and the sound of bone cracking was so clear and frightening.
Song Xiang didn't feel any pain at first. He just looked at Gong Changan in surprise, who was still riding firmly on Kunlun Slave's shoulders.
Gong Changan smiled at him, like a proud little fox.
"Ouch..." The pain came over him like a mountain, and Song Xiang screamed.
His legs are useless.
Gong Changan murmured softly amidst his screams: "You want to take my life? But you don't know who is the cicada and who is the oriole. You made my mother seriously ill. I will definitely hate you for this. "Report!"
"Come here! Carry Song Xiang down and ask the doctor to come and see." Wang Zhao waved his hand and said, "Add another one and continue the competition. Don't ruin everyone's interest!" br>
Song Xiang was carried down like a dead dog, and the competition on the field continued.
Gong Changan wanted revenge this time, so he deliberately let the team in Prince Zhao's palace win.
In fact, this is reasonable. If they really defeated King Zhao's people, wouldn't it make the prince lose face?
However, although they lost, they also let King Zhao see their strength, and it was not a loss of status.
"Yes, yes. I haven't seen such a wonderful competition for a long time." King Zhao said happily, "Thank you, Duke Qiao."
"Since the prince likes it, then let him Please keep these Kunlun slaves to relieve your boredom in the future, it can be regarded as a birthday gift from me," Mr. Qiao said.
"Haha, the Duke of Guo is so troubled, so of course I can't refuse, so thank you very much." King Zhao really likes Cuju, and this birthday gift from Duke Qiao can be regarded as a gift to his heart. .
"Several young masters have come forward. I have to give you another gift." King Zhao said with a smile, "Although the Nan Jewelry Tower cannot be given to you, you can choose whatever you want besides this one."
King Zhao pointed to the pavilion where the sharp things were kept and said, "Go and choose!"
When it was time to sit down, Gong Changan and his children sat at the same table.
Everyone was hungry, but excited, and talked while eating.
Everyone at the banquet was also drinking and laughing.
No one still remembered the unlucky Song Xiang, and no one even asked how he was injured.
At this time, Song Xiang was lying in an empty room in the backyard of Prince Zhao's Mansion, dying of pain.
His right hip and thigh were broken into several sections, and the pain caused him to faint and wake up several times.
The doctor fixed his broken leg with a wooden board and warned: "You must not move it. It will take a hundred days before you can go to the ground."
"Doctor...I Are your legs still okay?" Song Xiang asked while taking a breath.
"Oh, your leg is too badly injured." The doctor shook his head, "Even if you can walk in the end, you will still be lame."
"No, doctor, my leg cannot be disabled, I still have to I rely on him to support my family!" Song Xiang was anxious, "Please try to treat me again!"
"It won't work," the doctor sighed, "you are such an old man! , I can't lie to you, you are almost dead! You have served the prince for so many years, and the prince will not treat you badly. You can take good care of you first, don't think about this. "
"No, my legs can't be broken, it's different." Song Xiang Liushen Wuzhu.
Of course King Zhao would not ignore him if he was injured, but that was just a sum of money to settle him.
From now on, he will be abandoned like a useless person and will never receive the favor of King Zhao again.
How could he be willing to do so?