Jiancheng is a famous general's residence.

On the Polo field, a middle-aged general in red short armour suddenly pulled the reins. The jujube-red horse he stepped down was obviously one of the best horses in a thousand miles. He started to hoot and whine. The red armour swept the pole, and the Polo shot up to the dead corner of the opponent's goal.

Before the goal, he was also a middle-aged man in gold armour. At the moment when the other side's crossbar was swept away, the middle-aged man in gold armour had already figured out the attack direction of the other side. He clamped the horse's belly sharply, hissed...