1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 188 [Charitable fundraising activities]

"If there is no second Apache in London to accept the boxer's challenge, then it should be me." Ma Whistle said with a smile.

Joule's smile was a bit restrained: "I know you are a martial nation, in fact the British are also very martial, and some people are even willing to sacrifice their lives for it. But I still want to remind you that boxing is a high-risk sport. activities, at least much more risky than physics."

Horse Whistle nodded: "You are right, but what I am participating in is not boxing, but Apache martial arts."

"Apache martial arts?" Joule frowned slightly.

Horse Whistle: "I'm going to participate in a match soon, you should come and take a look together, Joule, I believe you will soon realize that this sport is completely different from boxing."

Joule: "Okay."

Gideon helped the horse sentry rent an open-air ring as a competition venue, not far from the hotel where they stayed.

It is said to be a ring, but if compared with the professional fighting rings of later generations, it is no different from the open space, that is, the ground is cleaner, and it will not get too dirty if it falls on the ground.

The British mainland is not big, coupled with the popularity of railways and telegraphs, it can be said that it is an area with the fastest information dissemination speed in the world.

The competition in the past few days has already won a lot of fame for the horse whistle, and his next opponent is also very famous in the local area, so many onlookers and reporters gathered early.

Hundreds of people were watching here, and the not-so-spacious place seemed a bit crowded.

"He's coming, he's coming!"

"That Apache god of war is here!"

With the appearance of the horse whistle, there was a sudden commotion among the onlookers, followed by several shouts.

"Don't squeeze, don't enter the playing field!"

In addition to the onlookers, there are naturally many people who maintain order, including security guards employed by horse posts and local security police.

According to the law, the police should stop the activities here.

But the police do not strictly enforce the law, especially for boxing matches, which are popular among the people. As long as gangs and crimes are not obviously involved, they will often choose to turn a blind eye.

Of course, they generally will not take the initiative to help maintain the order of the boxing match.

The reason why they appear here is first of all because this is a "charity fundraising event".

There's another reason, and probably more important - free beer for them.

Nominally assisting a charity fundraising event, but actually drinking beer and watching a boxing match... Is there a more beautiful police job in the world?
"Thomson, you're here too." Joule saw his old friend.

Thomson smiled: "Of course I am here. I came with the horse whistle. I have to say that Apache fighting is much more interesting than boxing. I don't even want to go to Cambridge."

Joule: "The meeting is three days away, right?"

"Yeah, so we've got two more days to watch," Thomson said.

"The game is about to start!" John Gideon appeared in the center of the venue as the host, he was wearing a neat suit and his voice was loud.

"First of all, I invite the challenger—Nicholas Ward!" He gestured with his hand, and looked at the challenger on the side of the field, a strong man in his 30s.

"Today's game must be very exciting!" The crowd became commotion again.

"I wonder if this guy Ward will show his 'unique understanding' of the rules again, although he is a strong boxer, his reputation has always been not very good..."

"This is not boxing, but Apache fighting, a real man's fighting. Ward's previous style is useless!" People talked a lot.

There were also some people around Ward, obviously his friends, and there was a familiar face among them, that is, the gangster Abe who provoked the horse post a few days ago.

"He looks like a big fool." Ward said, looking at the horse whistle who was taking off his shirt.

"I thought so at first," Abe said, "but in fact he is very flexible and strong...Ward, I believe only you can deal with him, but you have to be careful."

In an increasingly heated atmosphere, Gideon announced the rules of the competition: "Apache martial arts advocates martial arts, and the basic principle is to respect the opponent and respect life."

"There is no doubt that the following actions are serious violations, including crotch kicking, eye insertion, and hitting the back of the head... Any serious violation by either party will be directly judged as a loser."

"The game ends when one side surrenders or becomes unable to resist."

"According to the agreement, the challenger who wins will get a prize of [-] pounds and a deposit of [-] pound will be refunded. If the challenger fails, the deposit will not be refunded, and all unreturned deposits will be used as part of the charity to help the unfortunate Irish suffering from the famine people."

After introducing the rules, Gideon raised his voice and said excitedly: "Let us welcome the god of war from America, the invincible fighter, the chief of Apache's horse post!"

Then the crowd erupted into enthusiastic voices.

"Apache, Apache!" someone admired the mighty and handsome exotic fighter.

There are also people who unconditionally support the local boxer: "Ward, beat this bumpkin!"

"Ward, you are not fighting alone. You represent the British Empire and all the boxers in London. Don't lose to this savage from America!"

Amidst the boiling sound, the horse whistle slowly walked to the middle of the field, with his upper body naked and his lower body wearing loose white trousers, like Taekwondo trousers.

This is one of the rules he set, contestants can be topless, but the lower body should be decently dressed.

After all, pectoral muscles and abs can be beautiful, but two big hairy legs are unavoidably unsightly, although Indians have almost no leg hair.

If wrestling wants to get rid of the label of "barbarism", some formal work must be done.

Ward also abides by the rules, going topless but wearing long trousers.

"Hello, challenger." The horse whistle came forward and saluted, spreading his hands on both sides, similar to a welcome gesture, and seemed to hold something slightly.

This is the etiquette he specially set up for the competition, which means magnanimity and respect. Both sides of the competition must exchange this courtesy before they can start fighting.

Decent clothing and etiquette, these intuitive designs add a lot to "Apache Fighting", which is immediately distinguished from the brutal boxing in people's impression.

Laymen are particularly keen on this and are vying to imitate it. The simple white trousers of Mashao have become a hot item, and many clothing stores in London are selling them.

The boxers may not care, but since they participated in the competition and wanted a prize of five hundred pounds, they naturally had to abide by the rules.

Therefore, like all challengers, Ward imitated the action of a horse whistle and saluted.

(End of this chapter)