I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 694: A Game That Goes Down in History

The ball went in!
The ball kicked by the Wolves' vanguard cleverly drew an arc in the air and flew right through the Warhammer goalkeeper's outstretched arms.

The ball flew into the upper left corner of the goal, and when it rolled in the net like a big fish jumping in the net, the whole stadium was shocked.

Zhu Yijun jumped up from the throne, waved his hands, and roared to the sky.

Pan Yinglong and Shen Wanxiang raised their hands high, shouted loudly, then hugged each other and patted each other on the back, expressing their mutual comfort and sharing of joy.

Zhang Yong, Zhu Xizhong, Gu Huan, Tang Shilong, Song Shien and other nobles, as well as Liu Tao, Lu Tong and other commanders-in-chief of the Five Military Governor's Office, all jumped up from their seats, waving their fists and roaring loudly!

Wanning Earl Zhu Xixiao excitedly tucked his collar into his belt, tilted his head and raised his hands. He led a group of second-generation elites, jumping and dancing like a group of huskies, shouting in unison: "Xishan Wolf Team, invincible!"

The younger generation, including Zhang Yuangong, Zhu Shitai, Li Xuan, Chen Chengde, and Chen Chengzong, clenched their fists, stretched their necks, and roared hysterically, their faces full of tears.

The rest of the spectators in the stadium, except for the thousands of Luanzhou Warhammer fans, all looked similar, shouting, roaring, jumping and dancing, going crazy.

Zhang Juzheng, Zhao Zhenji and other civil officials looked at each other in bewilderment. Sitting in the raging sea, they seemed somewhat out of place.

Wang Guoguang couldn't help but ask Hu Zongxian: "Mr. Meilin, isn't this too much joy?"

Hu Zongxian stroked his beard and said, "Look, when you passed the imperial examination, did you feel the same way?"

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Cai Maochun interjected, "Honor comes first!"

Upon hearing the voice, everyone turned their heads to look at the Minister of Taichang Temple.

"Honor comes first? Qiushi, what does that mean?"

"Gentlemen, honor is a belief. According to the emperor, it means having a strong sense of belonging to a group, sharing honor and disgrace, and being loyal and devoted.

Families, institutions, armies, and all the collectives to which individuals belong finally come together in the Ming Dynasty. Love them, be loyal to them, and be willing to sacrifice your life for them!"

Everyone listened silently as Li Chunfang, president of the Law Courts, spoke slowly.

"Love the Ming Dynasty, share the same belief, unite as one, and work together to create a new world!"

Yes, honor comes first.

Fans love the Xishan Wolves and the Luanzhou Warhammers. When they lose, everyone is angry, and when they win, everyone is ecstatic. What everyone loves is not just a simple team, but a belief that we will definitely defeat the enemy and we will definitely win.

The Wolves and the Warhammer teams then evolved into a totem.

By extension, the totem can be the Wolf Team, the Warhammer Team, the Dragon Boat Team of Hulugang Shipyard, Shuntian Prefecture, Zhili, Shanghai, the Sixth Infantry Regiment of the Shenwu Army, the Yulin Army, the Xuanwu Navy, the Hening Wing, the Guard Army, the Marine Corps, the Army and the Navy.
In the end, all these organizations, tracing their origins and converging, will gather into the Ming Dynasty.

What is the Ming Dynasty? Its most concrete representation is the emperor, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

Honor comes first!

The honor of the Ming Dynasty is our highest pursuit!

The emperor is so calculating!
Zhang Juzheng and other civil officials were thinking in their hearts while the cheers around them were still rising and falling.

Suddenly, the cheers turned into exclamations, and thousands of fans of the Luanzhou Warhammers burst into thunderous cheers. Their twenty-six war drums were also beaten loudly, as if thousands of troops had begun to attack.

The Luanzhou Warhammer Team quickly launched a counterattack.

The tall scoreboard was flipped over with a long wooden pole, showing "one" point for the Xishan Wolves and "zero" point for the Luanzhou Warhammers. As the referee blew the whistle, the game continued.

The Luanzhou Warhammers served the ball at the center line, and the two central defenders passed the ball back and forth. Ten seconds later, there was a sudden pass from behind, and the ball was kicked back to their own half. A defender rushed up and kicked the ball with a bang. The ball flew over the center line and went straight to the left side of the Wolves' backcourt.

Warhammer striker No. 9 rushed over, caught the ball with his foot, and then rushed towards the Wolves' penalty area with the ball.

The Wolves' defenders and center backs had not yet recovered from their recent ecstasy, or rather, they were aware of the danger, but their subconscious was still slowly withdrawing from the excited KTV hall, resulting in their movements being a beat slower.

At the same time, the Wolves defenders were thinking that the Warhammers, who were good at long passes, would definitely pass the ball to the right, pulling it back and forth to create space.

So only two Wolves defenders stepped forward to block the Warhammer team's number nine who was dribbling the ball, and the rest of the defenders and central defenders were on the center line and right line to watch the other forwards and central defenders of the Warhammer team who were rushing forward at the same time.

If these people don't keep watch, the number nine will make a long pass and the ball will be dangerous when it reaches their feet.

The Warhammer team's number nine dribbled the ball left and right, first making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, then separated the ball from the man, shook off the two Wolves defenders in front of him, and headed straight for the penalty area.

The Xishan Wolves reacted very quickly, with defenders coming over to fill the position immediately, but they did not dare to press forward all at once. After all, there were also dangers on the center and right sides. The two Wolves defenders who were dribbled past were also desperately chasing.

The Warhammer team's No. 9, who was dribbling the ball, was caught in a situation where he was blocked in front and chased from behind. Instead of passing the ball to other teammates as others expected, he continued to move forward with the ball.

At this moment, he was like Zhao Zilong at Changbanpo, riding alone and charging into battle amidst heavy encirclement.

The Wolves defenders and center backs were in the same dilemma as Cao's army at Changbanpo.

If we try our best to block this Warhammer striker, we can take him down in minutes.

But if the number nine finds an opening and passes the ball, it will be a disaster for Wolves. The huge opening allows other forwards of the Warhammers to score goals easily as if they were taking a walk in their own yard.

With only two or three defenders, they were unable to stop the suddenly powerful No. 9 of the Warhammer team. They had to watch him get closer and closer to the goal with the ball, and in the blink of an eye he broke into the penalty area.

This can't go on!
The captain of the Wolves immediately changed his tactics, shouting loudly and commanding his teammates to block the enemy with all their strength. The five Wolves received the order and quickly surrounded them from all directions.

The situation suddenly changes.

Warhammer team number nine suddenly dribbled the ball and kicked it hard.

The three Wolves players around were shocked. Damn, you’re finally going to pass the ball!

Spread out immediately and block the passing lanes.

It was just a feint!
Number Nine of the Warhammer team took advantage of the change in formation of the three Wolves players who were chasing him, pushed the ball to the side, found an opening, and kicked the ball hard towards the goal.

The Wolves goalkeeper was still standing there stupidly, staring to the right, observing the positions of the two Warhammer forwards over there, calculating the possible attack routes of the opponents when the ball was passed to the right, so that he could take countermeasures as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, he was awakened by the exclamations of fans in the audience. He turned around, but his main sight was blocked by his teammates, so he could not see the movements of Warhammer Team No. 9.

In the sunlight, he suddenly found that the football was flying towards him like a flash of lightning.

Before he could think too much, the goalkeeper's body reacted. He jumped into the air, spread his arms high, and blocked the path of the football.

Unfortunately, he was still half a beat too slow. The football flew past his fingertips an inch and went into the goal, tumbling in the net like a big fish.

"boom!"

Number Nine of the Warhammer team ran and roared wildly on the field!

The stadium exploded again!
Zhu Yijun jumped up from the throne, raised his hands high, and roared to the sky.

As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, I treat everyone equally. Whenever a goal is scored, I will cheer!
In addition to thousands of Luanzhou Warhammer fans, there were also thousands of neutral fans cheering with him.

I don't stand on any side. I will cheer for whoever scores a goal and scores brilliantly!
Among the civil and military officials, the ones who jumped up included the Shaofujian, Taifujian, Gongbu, Qintianjian and other officials. They had close contacts with the factories and mines in Luanzhou and Taiyuan, and had long shared honor and disgrace. The nobles and generals watched them jumping and dancing, shouting and singing not far away, with complicated expressions, but they were not angry enough to rush up and start a contest between the fans.

Xishan Wolves and Luanzhou Warhammers, one to one!

The following match became more and more intense. Returning to the same starting point, both sides let go and started attacking each other.

One side continued to penetrate quickly, the ball was passed back and forth between their feet, and they reached the opponent's penalty area in no time. The forwards made cross-covers, and the football flew towards the goalkeeper like a sharp arrow.

One side was still moving aggressively, attacking left and right. The football sometimes flew through the air and sometimes went straight through the ground. The tall and strong forwards were like cavalry, taking turns to attack the opponent's goal.

To be honest, both teams performed very well in this game, but the best were the goalkeepers of both teams.

They remained calm and composed, checking for omissions and filling gaps, and commanding the rear guard to form a Great Wall.

One of them seemed to be assisted by God and turned into a bird, flying in the air and blocking the bombardment again and again.

However, no matter how brave a goalkeeper is, there will still be times when he makes mistakes.

The Wolf Warriors' No. 3 made a cold shot and the score was 2-1.

Warhammer team number seven headed the ball and it flew less than three meters in front of the goal. It was number nine again, and the crazy number nine kicked the ball into the goal with a overhead kick.

Two to two.

During the fifteen-minute halftime break, four acrobatic troupes performed on the court.

The relaxed audience was very respectful and applauded their wonderful performance.

The teams switched sides in the second half.

Wolves took a corner kick, number 11 served the ball, and the ball flew into the penalty area. There were more than a dozen players gathered in front of the goal. The ball flew into their midst, immediately causing panic, but the ball rolled out from nowhere.

Wolves defender No. 15, who had been hovering on the periphery, was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and stepped forward and shot the ball.

Three to two.

In less than five minutes, the Warhammer team returned the favor.

Wolves committed a foul in front of the penalty area and the Warhammers got a free kick opportunity. Captain No. 3 cooperated with No. 9 and No. 12, using the attention of No. 9 to attract the attention of the Wolves. However, the ball was gently kicked to No. 12, who used a scimitar to score another point.

Three to three.

Both sides fought like crazy.

The fans in the audience went crazy too.

But in the 80th minute, the physical strength of the players on both sides dropped sharply, and both sides made frequent substitutions. The new players continued their fierce and powerful playing style, creating dangerous situations in front of the opponent's goal time and time again.

But unfortunately, by the 90th minute, neither side was able to score.

The referee blew the whistle and raised his right hand high, showing four fingers.

Four more minutes of added time.

Three minutes later, the players on both sides were obviously a little discouraged and ran slowly, and they were not very active in fighting for the ball. The fans in the audience also began to discuss how to arrange the players to play in the penalty shootout.

At three minutes and forty seconds, Wolves No. 11 suddenly kicked the ball, and the football flew slowly in the air like a lonely bird.

With just a random kick, the Wolves are about to give up.

Everyone burst into laughter, but after a few seconds, no one could laugh anymore. Wolves No. 15 suddenly rushed out of the crowd and ran forward after the football. At this time, the Warhammer player closest to him was still five meters away.

Number 15 ran six or seven meters, caught the ball, and then ran with the ball. The two Warhammer players behind him followed closely, with a distance of about five meters between them.

Seeing the Wolves' No. 15 rushing towards him with a ball, the Warhammer goalkeeper only thought for half a second, then immediately rushed forward to block his way and slow down the opponent's pace.

As long as they can delay for a second or two, their teammates will be able to arrive and block No. 15 together.

If No. 15 were allowed to rush to the goal, he would have a hundred ways to score.

Wolves' No. 15 was very calm. When the goalkeeper rushed to a distance of only two meters, he saw the right opportunity and swung his body to the right. The goalkeeper subconsciously shifted his center of gravity.

Number 15 pushed the ball to the left with his foot, turned his body to the left, and slipped past the goalkeeper with the ball.

The Warhammer goalkeeper realized his mistake and reached out to grab it, but only caught a gust of wind.

Empty door!

Number 15 faced an empty goal and kicked the ball without hesitation.

The two members of the Warhammer team who were chasing desperately and were only three meters away from the ball, as well as the Warhammer team goalkeeper who turned around, could only watch the ball go into the net.

Four to three!
Beep-beep-beep!

At the same time, the referee blew the whistle!
We won, the West Mountain Wolves won!
We won our first Champions League!

The players of the Xishan Wolves ran all over the field, as excited as a wild husky. The audience also jumped and danced, shouting in unison.

"West Mountain Wolves, invincible!"

The members of the Warhammer team were either lying or sitting on the grass, crying loudly.

Five or six minutes later, the captain of the Wolves walked over, hugged the tearful captain of the Warhammer team, and patted him hard on the back. The Wolves players who had gathered together to celebrate also walked over, found their sympathetic opponent, hugged him, and shed tears together.

Finally, the two teams stood shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, and saluted the audience together.

The atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak. The fans in the stands, no matter who they were, clapped hard with tears in their eyes, cheering for the heroes who contributed to such a wonderful game.

Zhu Yijun had already stood up and was clapping with red eyes.

Many members of the royal family, nobles, civil and military officials had tears streaming down their faces, or their eyes were red and their hands were swollen.

Zhang Juzheng also stood up and said to Hu Zongxian, Zhao Zhenji, Tan Lun and others standing next to him: "Today's game has made me twenty years younger."

Next was the award ceremony. Hu Zongxian and Zhang Juzheng presented gold and silver medals to the Xishan Wolves and the Luanzhou Warhammer Team. Finally, Zhu Yijun handed a glittering golden title to the captain of the Xishan Wolves.

Bang-bang-bang!
The fireworks soared into the sky, blooming into huge sparks in the air.

A game that will go down in history finally ended amid the cheers and reluctance of everyone.

Crowds of people left the stadium, their faces still red with excitement. They gathered in groups of three or five, talking loudly about the match that had just happened, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and a sense of wanting more.

Xiu Qiping, the chief manager of Anliangxing, the leader of Yanzimen and the governor of the five cities in the capital, was not happy.

(End of this chapter)