After only a few breaths, the soldiers of the Gyeonggi battalion, who wore blue feathers on their helmets, withdrew from the battle group one after another, and their bodies, hearts, chests, necks and other vital places were all stained with at least two or more red dots. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The defeat was like a mountain, and with the sudden reduction in the number of the Gyeonggi battalion, the offensive of the Northern Ya Army became more and more fierce.

Jing Guangxuan held the handsome flag high, and suddenly slammed it on the stage, the momentum exploded, and the flagpole actually pierced the wooden platform and was firmly inserted in the center.

"Go! You go down too! ”

The flag-waving colonel had already seen the itching of his teeth, and when he heard the words, he jumped down from the wooden platform and joined the battle group.

"Attack!"

With Jing Guangxuan's loud shout, the offensive of the Northern Ya Army became a little more fierce.

Wu Guangqi glanced at the incense that was about to burn to the end, and then looked at the almost one-sided situation in the martial arts arena, and understood that the victory and defeat had been divided.

In the stands, the people who were optimistic about the Gyeonggi camp were dumbfounded, and they had not yet reacted to the defeat so quickly. In contrast, there was a wave of shouts: "Northern Yajun! Good man! ”

Wei Ming's face was ashen, he never expected that he would lose to the son of the Northern Yajun on the battlefield that he was proud of.

A faint smile appeared on Wu Zhengxiang's face, this heavy rain really helped.

If the weather is clear and the orders are clear, even if there is a "three-three formation", the Gyeonggi battalion can react and form a formation to counterattack. It's really unclear who will win and lose.

In the martial arts arena, there were only more than a dozen brave men left in the Gyeonggi camp, and they were stubbornly resisting.

They know that their side has lost, but the loser will not lose, and they will fight to the end no matter what!

To deal with elites like them, the Northern Ya Army guerrillas took them and took turns to fight them, preserving their own maximum combat power output. But in their eyes, there was a look of respect.

Although the two armies were hostile, they were not enemies after all, and they were both sergeants loyal to the Gaomang Dynasty. Such a good man, can't he be respected!

As a stick of incense burned out, Ming Jin on the high platform withdrew his troops.

The sergeants in the field put down their wax guns, and the remaining men in the Gyeonggi camp supported their knees, wiped a handful of dripping rainwater, and panted.

In the last few breaths, they endured a stormy attack, and there were many colors on their legs and arms. But they managed to avoid the vital parts and persevered, although they were defeated.

Wu Guangqi glanced at the obvious situation in the field, after this battle, there were still more than 300 soldiers in the Northern Ya Army standing. And the Gyeonggi camp is only left with these last dozen or so.

The two armies had 1,000 men each, and in the early stage they won and lost each other, eliminating four or five hundred people. After the Northern Yajun listed the "three-three formation", it quickly eliminated three or four hundred people from the other side, and what they paid was only the price of less than 100 people.

Wei Ming was panting like a cow, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He took a step back, hugged his fists at Wu Sheng and said, "We lost!" I am willing to lose the bet, and after that, when the Gyeonggi camp saw the Northern Ya Army, they retreated! ”

Whatever the reason, a loss is a loss! Instead of grinding and chirping like a joke, it is better to admit it neatly.

"Okay, responsible!" Wu Sheng laughed and said to Wu Guangqi: "I'm tired of Manager Wu to be a witness, tomorrow, I should ask the emperor for credit." ”

When the dust settled, the two sergeants and soldiers on the exercise ground left one after another, and a military doctor stepped forward to bind their wounds.

The people who lost walked down the stands in despair, scolding and scolding: "Damn! A group of veterans can't do it! I knew that I wouldn't come to see it, and I lost money and got drenched in the rain. ”

Hearing such discussions, the soldiers of the Gyeonggi battalion were filled with righteous indignation.

According to their habits in the past, they must be able to get through the theories of people. But the victory and defeat just now are so obvious, where is the confidence? I can only bury my depression in my heart.

……

It rained for three days in a row, and it evolved from a heavy rain at the beginning to a drizzle today.

The entire majestic Luoyang City is shrouded in rain and fog.

The once bustling street market has become deserted in this heavy rain. The number of people traveling has become scarce, and there are only a few tables in the wine shop and tea shop, and the guys seem to be drenched by the rain, and their movements have become sluggish.

Infected by such an atmosphere, this northern heroic city has become lazy and sluggish.

Xu Wanzhen took Cai Si to greet the hanging flower gate, Mr. Ning got down from the green curtain carriage, and the personal maid Yinglan opened a white fan-covered oil-paper umbrella for her.

"Aunt Nan, it's raining, why are you here?"

When receiving Qingluo's report, Xu Wanzhen was startled and hurriedly brought people out to greet her.

Mr. Ning shook her hand and said with a faint smile: "It's out of the way." Manfin's wedding date is approaching, and the dowry is being rushed. Manzhen was also a little absent-minded in the past two days, so I simply gave them a few days off, went back to Beijing to have a look, and came to see you by the way. ”

"Hasn't Aunt Nan returned home yet?"

Mr. Ning shook his head and said, "Zhiyuan, he is studying in the academy, and there are a few servants at home, so he is not in a hurry to go back." ”

Xu Wanzhen blinked and said with a smile: "If Aunt Nan doesn't dislike it, how about living here with Zhen'er these days?" "Mr. Ning's life is too lonely.

"Let me think about it."

The two went to Ronghui Hall first, saw Mrs. Xu, and then returned to the back room.

The silk was picked with candied date rose tea, and this recipe was also given by Mr. Ning.

"Aunt Nan, since you gave these recipes, I haven't drunk Biluochun again." Biluochun is a famous tea in Suzhou, the soup color is green and clear, the taste is mellow and sweet, and the sweetness is long-lasting, it is her favorite tea in the past.

"Biluochun belongs to green tea, which is cool and cold. Your body is just getting better, so it's better to drink less. Mr. Ning smiled.

This is the second time we have met, and it has been more than three months since we last met at Xu's house, and the season has changed from late spring to midsummer. But the two are both strangers in time and space, and they often exchange letters, and they don't feel any strangeness at all.

"I tried to play the song "Early Summer Shower Song" you composed, and it was hearty and refreshing." Mr. Ning was full of praise for Xu Wanzhen's talent.

Although she was a teacher who taught the guqin in her previous life, playing the qin and composing music are two different things. She always felt that the music she composed was a little too bland to move people's hearts.

"Aunt Nan has won the prize." Xu Wanzhen smiled lightly and said, "It just so happens that it is also raining heavily today, why don't we play this song together?" ”

In the small courtyard, which had been washed away by the rain for several days, there was a melodious sound of the piano.

At first, it is like a spring water, and when you listen closely, it is like a lively raindrop, dancing mischievously on the plantain leaves. Then the raindrops merge into a stream, meandering through the flower-filled hillside, composing a pleasant chapter.

In the sound of the piano, there are green leaves, blooming flowers, raindrops, streams, springs, and finally converge into a rushing river, and the breath of life is endless in the river, running into the distance.

In this world of piano sounds, it seems that the heavy rain outside has stopped, and only this one sound is heard in heaven and earth.