In the Battle of Austerlitz in 1805, Napoleon defeated the anti-French coalition and established his own position. However, what historians praised was the psychological tactics Napoleon adopted in this battle. He first sent people to appease the Prussian Empire and reduce the strong opponent of Prussia, and then deliberately let his subordinates show weakness to Tsar Alexander I, and finally did it unexpectedly.

However, during the war, Napoleon first asked the troops to give up the Platzen Highlands and retreat, attracting the coalition forces to the south of the highlands. After achieving his goal, he asked the troops to resolutely resist the coalition's attack, forcing the Russian army to pull out all the reserve troops in order to attack the French army on both wings.

Taking advantage of the loopholes in the occupation of the Pratzen Heights by the coalition forces. When the power was dispersed, the elite troops were used to immediately capture the Pratzen Heights, cutting off the contact between the coalition forces, forcing the coalition forces to concentrate in the south of the highlands, all under the muzzle of the French army.

After Djokav once again passed the ball out of the baseline, a strange scene appeared in the Princes Park Stadium.

Paris Prince Ling Feng and the team's ace Djokav suddenly quarreled for some reason, and it was becoming more and more intense. Fortunately, at this time, Loco and others stepped forward and grabbed the two of them, otherwise they might really fight.

Fernandez jumped from the position in anger. He didn't expect that Zachelloni's provocative tactics would have developed to this point. Ling Feng, who has always been calm, and Djokaf, who has a good relationship in the team, openly quarreled on the court and almost started. If this were the case, how could he play the remaining games?!

Zacheroni was secretly happy. This was beyond his expectations. Unexpectedly, the seeds planted germinated so quickly, and the flowers bloomed were even brighter than he had imagined.

"Victory is right in front of you!" Zacheroni held his chest with satisfaction, with an expression of being sure to win.

The dispute on the court quickly subsided, but everyone knew that it was only a subsidence. Two players with the same power, let alone victory, would be good to maintain this score.

The Paris fans stared at the situation on the court in amazement. The two core players had amazement? It was all Italian conspiracy, and booed the sky was heard.

In the next game, Saint-Germain's offense was even more chaotic. Ling Feng and Djokav played on one side, and both sides did not pass the ball, and they only passed it to Mberma and Loko in front. The tactics of Saint-Germain's double shadow striker were completely destroyed.

At this time, the only thing Fernandez could do was to replace people, but the question was who to replace? It is certain that the person who replaced would definitely stay away from the team or even transfer, which was very bad news for him.

In the end, Fernandez finally decided to replace Djokav because his contract will expire next year, and Ling Feng has a broader development space than him, which should be acceptable to all fans.

Just as Fernandez was about to inform the assistant referee of the substitution, Layi stopped him: "Wait and see, we will win."

Fernandez looked puzzled, but when he saw Lai's unfathomable smile, he sat back to his position honestly.

Saint-Germain's style of play gave Udinese a chance to attack, and the Mediterranean Mobile Castle began to move forward. If it weren't for Ling Feng's timely defense and Layi's magical performance, Saint-Germain would have been overtaken.

People are always greedy. Zacheroni said he was here to be a guest, but the real purpose was to score three-pointers away. No one could let go of the big fat meat in front of him, and Udinese's offense began to increase.

In the 30th minute of the second half, Udinese got a chance to get a corner kick again, which was their sixth corner kick in this game.

That depressing Bielhof was that this fifteen-year-old boy suppressed himself so much that he destroyed several good opportunities.

Udinese pressed the whole line, and the goal was quite similar to the victory at this time, but the result was relative...

Stropa took the corner kick, but did not give Bierkhov, because Ling Feng always had the advantage in the previous few competitions.

The ball flew over the back point, but without the powerful lighthouse of Bierkhov, others could not have much advantage in the high altitude ball. The ball was pushed out by Negerty, and Loko outside the penalty area immediately grabbed the ball. Just as he was hesitating how to attack, Djokaf and Ling Feng quickly inserted from both sides respectively.

Who should I give it to? One is a teammate of the national team and the other is the team's ace. Loko hesitated for a while, but passed it to Ling Feng. After all, he was more sure of getting the ball.

For Ling Feng, Udine's defender tried his best. Everyone knew the consequences of letting Ling Feng start quickly and break into the middle lane. Luo Xido grinned and kept squeezing Ling Feng with his body, and also pulled and pulled Ling Feng from his hands to prevent Ling Feng from continuing to move forward.

However, this Italian truck finally saw what a combination of Ferrari and tanks was. Although Ling Feng's speed was slower, he just walked left and right and did not allow Roxido to squeeze out the position. Betoto also chased after him. The two of them worked together and could not break the ball from Ling Feng's feet. They only controlled the direction of Ling Feng's advance and forced him to the side.

Mboma in the penalty area has been stuck in the position by two defenders, and Loko has just run to the near the arc, so Ling Feng cannot pose any threat even if he passes the ball.

Just when everyone thought that Saint-Germain's attack failed, Ling Feng hangs the ball into the penalty area with his left foot, which is a flat and fast high ball.

This ball was too tall for Mboma at the front point. Unless he had Yao Ming's height, he could barely reach it with his hands. Of course, the two defenders who guarded Mboma were also sighing at the ball.

At this moment, a large gap appeared on the right side of Udinese's penalty area. A blue figure quickly entered the vacuum area. A volley on his right heel. Amid the amazement of tens of thousands of fans in Princes Park, the ball penetrated straight into the blind spot of the goal!

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In Zacheroni's unbelievable gaze, Djokav took the initiative to pounce on him and gave Ling Feng a affectionate hug. The two of them smiled and grimaced at Zacheroni.

Zacheroni sat on the stool. He understood that the two of them were completely for him to see. In this way, once Ling Feng or Djokav got the ball, his players had formed a fixed mindset, that is, they would never pass the ball.

Fernandez hugged Lai excitedly and kissed her, making Lai smile bitterly, so he had to explain repeatedly: "Coach, I like women, really, I only like women..."

"How do you know that they are acting?" Not only Fernandez, but all the substitutes have this idea in their minds.

"It's very simple. They have such a good relationship. How could they have a slight quarrel because of this little thing?" Layi smiled and said, "The prize for a goal is only a lot, and even the fraction of the clothes Yuri bought for Siyue is not enough."

When talking about Siyue, the little witch, everyone, including Fernandez, was shocked. Who would have thought that such a delicate and shy girl could put everyone down at the table alone...

But La Yi is also a joke. For them, the goal bonus is nothing. The purpose of scoring is just to prove himself and has nothing to do with money.

The fans at Princes Park Stadium were stunned for three seconds and all fell into a carnival. Scoring goals is important, but more importantly, the two core members of the club did not have any conflicts. Judging from their hugging expressions, the two were playing with Zacheroni.

For a moment, the names of the two resounded throughout Prince Park Stadium.

Zachelloni wanted to hit him and die on the bench. His own intelligence was mistaken by intelligence. He thought his plan was so easy to implement, but he didn't expect his opponent to play a more sinister one. Oh my god, who did he provoke whom?

With a score of 2:1, Saint-Germain took the lead again, and most importantly, there was no conflict between the two core players of Saint-Germain, which shocked the morale of other players.

There are nearly fifteen minutes left in the game. The best way at this time is to take advantage of the opponent's shock and make a big attack to increase your goal difference.

After conceding the goal, Udinese team began to be impatient. They started to fight back with the mentality of losing one and losing two, just like Tsar Alexander, fighting desperately for the Pratzen Heights, but at this time they had lost the initiative, and their impatient attack once again exposed the Italians to the muzzle of the French artillery...

History is reappearing. Udinese, who is good at defense, cannot tear away Saint-Germain's defense in positional battles, but their own defense loopholes are indeed getting bigger and bigger.

With the last five minutes left in the second half, Djokkaf passed to Ling Feng, who was ambushing in front of the penalty area. The latter did not stop the ball without defending, but instead volleyed with one shot. In the shocked eyes of 20,000 spectators, the football quickly penetrated into the upper right corner of the gate like a GPS-located missile!

3:1! Saint-Germain secures the victory!

Zacheroni sat in the chair depressedly. With five minutes left in the game, he had no hope of recovering two goals behind. He couldn't help but look at the two on the field with hatred, Ling Feng and Djokaf, and they were the two of them. He destroyed his tactics and pushed himself and Udinese into the abyss.

Ling Feng attended the press conference after the game for the first time. He usually ran as far as he could, which made the reporters very excited. One question was like Ling Feng's release, which made Fernandez and Zacheroni next to him foil.

"Hello, Ling, as the first Asian or Chinese to become the Ligue 1 scorer, do you have anything to say?"

"The Scorer King is not yet considered, it's just that he is temporarily ranked first in the scorer list." Ling Feng said modestly with a smile: "As for his ideas, first of all, I have to thank my motherland for training me. In fact, I have to thank the chairman and coach of the Saint-Germain Club for their cultivation. In addition, I have to thank the billions of Chinese fans behind me. Of course, Paris fans also have to thank them. At the same time, I have to thank my teammates..."

Ling Feng thanked him for three minutes, and finally thanked Lele. He found that there was really nothing to thank for, so he stopped.

The reporters were crazy. Ling Feng clearly came to play. It is unknown whether to play Zacheroni or them. Maybe both are there...

Another reporter quickly continued: "Ling, what was the dispute between you and Yuri during the game?"

Ling Feng looked at his mark, French National Sports Station, it seemed that his influence was still good. Just as he was about to answer, Djoklaf continued.

"The tactics arranged by Zachelloni are indeed very effective. I was also blinded in a short period of time. However, Ling was very alert and secretly said in my ear: 'We started arguing', and then the scene you saw happened."

Ling Feng was secretly laughing, glanced at Zacheroni with a squinted look, and his expression was obviously saying: "Little girl, you're still young to play with me."

Zachelloni didn't know Ling Feng's specific thoughts, but he could guess that it was almost the same. It was a very depressing thing to be fooled by a fifteen-year-old child!

After a few hurried explanations, Zacheroni quickly left the seat.

But the reporters didn't care much. It was normal to feel embarrassed if they lost. Moreover, their goal was not the defeated Zacheroni, but the Chinese boy Ling Feng, who has been creating myths since he entered the Ligue 1. He finally caught him once. How could he deserve him if he didn't dig up some practical news?

"Ling, what are your plans for your future? It is said that AC Milan, Manchester United and other giants have invited you."

Fernandez's face sank. Isn't this poaching in front of him? Ling Feng is sure to leave, but the reporter openly squeaked his eyebrows, which made him very angry.

"Well..." Ling Feng dragged the Taoist priest's voice and found that everyone's appetite had been raised, so he smiled and said, "I don't know either."

"Pu!" The reporters below turned into a crowd.
Chapter completed!