After the two divisions of Shengbao and Ruilin collapsed one after another, Guo Xinga gave up watching the battle and withdrew, he didn't want to be like Grant. At that time, the British army will have Guoxinga in their hands, and the Gu'an army will have Grant in their hands, and everyone will be very embarrassed. In one breath, he ran to the Yongding River to rest, waiting for the main force led by Tan Shaoguang.

The war has to be fought, and the life of the common people has to live, and in places that have not been affected by the war, the people of Pingtou are still living their lives as usual, and many places do not even know that the north is fighting again. A wild teahouse by the Yongding River was doing its own business as usual, and more than a dozen pedestrians from the direction of Wuqing and Dong'an were resting in the teahouse. The direction of Wuqing is past the soldiers, and these people who come over will inevitably talk about the war. Local people who don't know the situation naturally have to inquire about it, and it is hot at noon, and it is too hard to travel, so these pedestrians are happy to sit down and talk. When everyone was talking about foaming at the mouth, Guo Xing'a and his party of more than 70 rode horses and galloped over.

"My lord, are you still leaving?" Seeing that Guoxing Ale had stopped his horse, Changlu stepped forward to ask for instructions.

"Don't go, everyone is tired, let's rest here! The terrain here is good, and the distance is good, I will send someone to inform Tan Shaoguang and them to come here and meet me! Goxinga estimated the distance, and this is already a safe area.

"Huh!" Changlu assigned people to communicate, and followed Guo Xing'a to the wild teahouse to rest.

The people in the teahouse had long been attracted by the sound of horses' hooves, but Guo Xing'a and his party were all dressed in disguise, looking as if the plants and trees had become fine, and no one dared to come forward to talk. People are wondering when they look at the scorching sun in the sky, is this world really going to be chaotic? How can the blue sky and the white sky, the goblins dare to ride horses and run around.

"Blind! Hurry up and blast out all the idlers, boil water and cook, and we adults will come in and rest the horses! "Some soldiers have already advanced to the teahouse to fight in front of the station, watching the Qing army under the division of Monk Greenqin fighting, and the scouts who are holding their breath are naturally not good-sounding.

"Yes, yes, yes! Right now, right now! Everyone watched the dryad approach, and they were all frightened and motionless, until the scout had removed his disguise, and they looked closely, and then they said yes.

The tea guests in the teahouse didn't use the shopkeeper's words, paid for the tea and left. Not to mention that these soldiers all asked to be driven out, even if they didn't drive people out, there was that one who took the wrong medicine and wanted to sit under the same roof with these angry officials. Without the shopkeeper and his men doing anything, the soldiers had already packed up the largest table and invited Guo Xing'a and Pi Runmin to come and rest.

"Changlu, go get some food! Everyone has been hungry all morning, so take a bite! When Guo Xing'a spoke, he was a little weak.

"Huh!" Everyone knew that Guo Xing'a was worried about the war, and Changlu didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only ask the teahouse shopkeeper to get some food.

Since the mobilization of troops in Zhangjiawan, Guo Xing'a and his party have been lying in the grass every day, only eating dried meat and dry food to satisfy their hunger, and they have not seen a mouthful of heat for several days. Today, I have been hungry since three or four o'clock in the morning, and everyone has been running back and forth a lot, and I have long been hungry with my chest against my back.

The shopkeeper hurriedly took his men to boil water and boil noodles, cut pickles and some sesame oil, for fear that they would not serve these uncles well. Although his wild teahouse is close to the official road, it is a small road to the west bypassing the capital division, and there are not many officials coming and going, but as long as they are officials, there is no one to deal with. often eats and drinks for nothing, and before leaving, they have to find fault with him and blackmail him for a sum of money. Although this master is young this time, he has a lot of followers, all of whom are fierce and vicious, and they must be even more difficult to provoke.

The effort was not great, so the shopkeeper sent the boiled white noodles and pickles with sesame oil respectfully. The soldiers didn't let him get close to Goxinga at all, but they took him halfway and they delivered him to Goxinga's table. Guo Xing'a and Pi Runmin were full of worries, and the noodles were served, but the two picked two chopsticks but couldn't eat them. Changlu stepped forward and took a look, boiled noodles, radish pickles, and pickled cucumbers were really a little too coarse.

"This is the best you've ever had?" Changlu looked at the shopkeeper who shrunk his head and shrunk his head, Guo Xing'a has seen gray hair in the past two days, so he has to eat something good to make up for it.

"Master, the small one is a teahouse, and I usually cook less, but this is all small and the guy eats on weekdays, so you will just take it!" The shopkeeper had a bitter face, and there was no way at all. He doesn't have a teahouse in front of the village or a store behind it, so he has no place to buy it if he wants to.

"Find, find!" Changlu waved his hand impatiently.

A few soldiers turned and went into the backyard, and amid the lamentation of the shopkeeper, the soldiers found a cage of chickens, seven or eight of them. These are hens, and the occasional egg is a good thing in this teahouse. Recently, these chickens seem to have been frightened by something, and they don't lay eggs anymore, and the shopkeeper is worried. The soldiers don't care about this, the treasure in the eyes of the shopkeeper is a dish in their eyes.

"Cleaned up!" Grabbing the head of the chicken and twisting it, the soldiers screwed the chicken to death cleanly and fell in front of the shopkeeper.

"Yes, wait!" The shopkeeper's distressed tears can fall, and he can only start cleaning up with his buddies. After a while, the chicken was steamed, and the fattest one was picked and placed on the table of Guo Xing'a.

"My lord, take a bite!" Changlu also served the table, sandwiched a piece of Guoxinga's favorite chicken wings, and sent it to Guoxinga's bowl.

"Give it to the brethren to eat! I can't eat it! Guo Xing'a gave the chicken wings to Pi Runmin, ate two bites of noodles with pickles, and sat alone at the door and began to smoke. Changlu and Pi Runmin persuaded twice, but Guo Xing'a just shook his head.

Only Guo Xing'a and Pi Runmin couldn't eat, and as soon as they got off the table, the soldiers immediately performed what it means to be a whirlwind. After a clanging sound, he left some chicken bones for the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper thought that these plague gods would leave after eating, but no one moved the place, and the teahouse was full of soldiers. Some pedestrians passing by, even if they had the intention of drinking saliva, saw soldiers with knives and guns, and they had already avoided it far away. The shopkeeper could only hide in the back kitchen alone, holding a pile of chicken bones to wipe his tears.

The sun had set, Guo Xing'a was still sitting alone in a daze, Pi Runmin was sitting not far from him, and the two of them were like two sculptures, both motionless. The final result of Monk Greenqin has been passed back, a total of eight people fled back to Beijing, and a generation of famous monks Greenqin is afraid that he will not be able to support the defense of the Beijing Division. The shopkeeper sat in the room, also stunned, his business was ruined. And it seems that these guys are not only going to ruin him for a day, but it is possible to stay in the posture for two or three days.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the young man was already sleepy, but the officials still did not move. The country went to bed early, and at this time, the shopkeeper even counted the day's accounts twice in his dreams. But today, he still has to stand up and accompany a group of officials, changing tea for a while, refilling water for a while, and pretending to be a cigarette and handing fire, so he is not busy. He didn't dare to say anything else, if these people started a fire, they could really burn down his teahouse.

The shopkeeper was really sleepy, a little confused, as if he had a dream. He dreamed of countless heavenly soldiers and generals, who came to his door on horses, and then captured these hateful officers and soldiers. With a sharp nod, the shopkeeper woke up again, but his chin fell directly to the ground. There are really countless heavenly soldiers and generals in front of his door, and they are really riding tall horses taller than the young man, and the boundless men and horses are lined up for a long time. And the few mighty generals who took the lead were already under the door, still bowing down.

"I'm going to become an immortal! I'm an immortal! I'm an immortal! The shopkeeper thought about it for a while, he forgot about Guo Xing'a and the others in the store, and thought that these soldiers and horses were here to pick him up.

In the shopkeeper's mind, he didn't know what Guo Xing'a was doing, and he didn't care what he did, he only cared that his teahouse didn't make any money today. And he has limited knowledge in his head, and the source of knowledge is mainly the stage. This scene appeared on the stage, that is, someone was going to ascend to immortality, and the heavenly soldiers would take over in the future. He had just had such a dream again, so he was naturally ready to go and see if Chang'e was beautiful.

"Don't be noisy!" The soldiers in the teahouse also stood up, and a squad leader saw the shopkeeper shouting and gave him a mouthful.

"I ...... Immortal ......" The shopkeeper's words were slapped back, and he retreated and hid behind the table, not daring to say anything anymore.

Guo Xing'a, who had been a statue outside the teahouse for an afternoon, was discussing with Tan Shaoguang, Sai Shang'a, Xiande, Bi Yuntao, Bo Ritu and others how to deal with the current situation. Hearing that Monk Lingqin was defeated so badly, everyone was also taken aback, who would have imagined that the pillars of force in the north of the Qing Dynasty would fall into such a field.

"Monk Lingqin has been defeated, and our army has no meaning here, so it is better to return to the division and continue to attack the supply lines of foreign devils. First, it can share the defense pressure of the Beijing division, delay the advance of foreign devils, and buy time for Beijing's city defense. Second, our army can avoid a decisive battle with the main forces of the coalition forces, and the capture will be richer. Saishana was the first to say that this was the plan set by the staff headquarters in the original wartime, but at that time, no one expected that Seng Lingqin would be defeated so badly, including Guoxinga. Guoxing Ah thought that if he was making trouble in the back, Monk Greenqin would also be affected by himself, but he didn't expect that everything was still the same as in history.

"Reasonable......

"It's time to go ahead ...... plan"

Bi Yuntao, Xiande, Bo Ritu and others all supported Saishan's suggestion, and if they didn't catch up with the Battle of Bali Bridge, there was no need to wander around Gyeonggi anymore, and it was better to go back and harass the coalition forces. Moreover, Xianfeng's edict to Guo Xing'a also allowed Guo Xing'a to wait for an opportunity to attack and harass the rear of the coalition army, and did not give him the right to enter Gyeonggi at all, and Goxing'a was overstepping his authority and illegal to fight in the Gyeonggi area.

"Even if we cut off the supply of foreign devils, what's the use? They had an army of tens of thousands, and they could plunder the people in the vicinity on the spot. Even if they can't defeat Beijing, what about the people near the capital? Or be poisoned by them! Although the foreign devils won a big victory in today's war, they must be very tired after a hard day's fighting, and judging from the situation in the first battle of Zhangjiawan, the foreign devils did not have much ammunition with the army, and now there will definitely be a shortage of ammunition. Therefore, we should take advantage of the situation to march and fight a decisive battle with foreign devils at Bali Bridge, and gather and annihilate foreign devils at Bali Bridge in one fell swoop! Tan Shaoguang had no feelings for the Qing Dynasty, but he couldn't stand the shame of Beijing being attacked by foreigners, so he stood up alone against returning to his teacher.

"That's right! They are running out of ammunition! Guo Xing'a was suddenly reminded by Tan Shaoguang, and the report brought back by the scout mentioned that when chasing Seng Lingqin and encircling and suppressing the remnants of the Qing army near the Bali Bridge, the heavy artillery of the coalition army was almost never used again.

"Dong Weng, don't miss the opportunity and come again!" Pi Runmin also came over and suggested marching to Bali Bridge.

"Entering Bali Bridge overnight to fight a decisive battle with foreign devils, you can't give them a chance to go to Beijing!" Guo Xing'a had made up his mind, and threw the tea bowl in his hand on the ground, seeing that the shopkeeper in the house was distressed.

When the army was marching out, Guo Xing'a asked people to throw a silver ingot to the shopkeeper, and the soldiers of the guard squad threw a piece of more than one or two pieces. After that, the shopkeeper laughed for three days, and when he met people, he said that he had met Master Wang, the real mighty teacher and the teacher of benevolence and righteousness!