The heroic soul of serving the country - Luo Zhonglie's corrupt Ming Dynasty finally fell, first Li Zicheng's peasant rebel army attacked the ancient capital Beijing, then the incompetent Chongzhen Emperor committed suicide by throwing himself into a well, and then the iron hooves of the Manchurians trampled all over the Central Plains, and the entire Ming Dynasty, only General Zheng, the general of Fujian, was still struggling to support. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the news reached Luoxi, the entire Luoxi was in deep pain, and Luo Qingyuan sat alone in the study for three days. On the third day, Luo Qingyuan's second son, Luo Zhonglie, could no longer sit still, and he walked into his father's study with firm steps.

"Father, I want to go to Fujian to have a look."

"The eyes are full of Qing soldiers, can you go?"

"Shouldn't I go with a folding spear and a belted soft sword?"

"Your eyes are full of Qing soldiers, can you beat it?"

"'The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband', regardless of success or failure, just dedication."

"The eyes are full of Qing soldiers, do you want to introduce Qing soldiers into our homeland?"

"Father, if you don't have a country, where can you come home?"

Luo Qingyuan was silent and silent for a long time. Luo Zhonglie knelt on the ground, waiting for his father's answer.

I don't know when snowflakes floated in the sky, and these fluttering snowflakes enveloped the entire Luoxi, making the solemn Luoxi a little more depressed. In the evening, Luoxi was already covered in silver makeup, Siyuan Pavilion was white, Luo's ancestral hall was white, the square was white, the tiled houses were white, the branches were white, the fields were white, and even the hearts of Luoxi people were covered with a thick layer of snow. Luo Qingyuan pushed open the window, looked at the white Luo Xi, looked at the white rivers and mountains, and sighed the four words "Luoxi twilight snow". Then, he walked up to his son, leaned over to help him, and said, "Get up, there must be someone in our Luo family who does something for the country and the family." ”

"Thank you, father!" Luo Zhonglie kowtowed to his father three times, then stood up with difficulty and walked out of his father's study with firm steps.

On the fourth watch of this night, Luo Qingyuan took Xia Ming's son Luo Zhonglie to the south gate. Just outside the South Gate, just by the Qianchuan River, under the ancient pines of the mountains and forests, Luo Qingyuan asked Xia Jie to give his son a war horse, a spear, and a long sword.

"Lie'er, this black horse is a Mongolian horse, he has been following me for many years, and he understands human nature. This iron gun is folded, and when it is not opened, it is the umbrella pole of this umbrella, which was forged by your Uncle Xia himself. This longsword is a soft sword that is extremely flexible and can be wrapped around the waist as a belt when not in use. There is also this letter, which is a handwritten letter I wrote to General Zheng, the general soldier of Fujian, and I used to have a good relationship with General Zheng when I was leading the troops. Lie'er, your wife and children are under the care of your father, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

Luo Zhonglie knelt on his knees, took the letter, and said, "The child is not filial! Then he kowtowed three times.

Xia Jie walked up to Luo Zhonglie, handed him a pair of bows and arrows, and said, "Zhonglie, Uncle Xia has not forgotten the horsehead arrow that Uncle Xia taught you." ”

Luo Zhonglie knelt down on one leg and took the bow and arrow, and said, "Don't forget without teeth." Uncle Xia, my father will take care of you! ”

"Get up, you have to give Luo's family face." Xia Jie said.

After saying goodbye, Luo Zhonglie turned over and got on his horse, and the front legs of the black horse left the ground, erecting a long neigh, as if to say goodbye to his old master, and then galloped away.

At this time, the heavy snow had stopped, Luo Qingyuan looked at Lie'er's distant back, looked at the string of distant horseshoe prints, and refused to look back for a long time.

"Big brother, go back."

"Brother Jie, we're getting old."

Along the way, his eyes were full of Qing soldiers, Luo Zhonglie walked day and night, non-stop, and after half a month, he finally arrived at the city of Jianzhou." Who is under the city? Don't get any closer, or the arrows will pierce your heart."

"This brother, I have a handwritten letter from my father to General Zheng here."

"Send it up."

Luo Zhonglie inserted the letter on the flying knife, raised his hand and threw it, only to hear a "whoosh" sound, and the flying knife was inserted into the pillar of the city tower in response. The captain on the castle tower pulled out his flying knife and went straight to the general's mansion.

After a bag of cigarettes, a large number of soldiers suddenly came to the city tower, with swords and guns, and hundreds of arrows on the string. Just as Luo Zhonglie was wondering in his heart, a captain on the city tower shouted, "Who is coming?" ”

"Luo Qingyuan's second son, Luo Zhonglie."

"What happened?"

"Defect to General Zheng, resist the Qing army, and serve the country."

"Come on."

At this time, the drawbridge was lowered, the city gate was opened, and Luo Zhonglie entered the city with that group of men and horses, and went straight to the general's mansion.

As soon as he entered the mansion, a young general blocked the way and said: "Fight against the Qing army and serve the country, hum, what a big breath!" What are you capable of? Do you know poetry and books, or do you know how to use knives and guns? ”

"When the national disaster is at hand, poetry and books are known, how can it be compared to swords and guns?"

"What about knives and guns? Then you can get past me first. ”

It was too late, it was fast, and before the words fell, the man drew his sword and stabbed Luo Zhonglie's heart. Zhonglie turned sideways to dodge, and the man shook his wrist again, only to see the cold light of the long sword flash, and the blade of the sword cut directly at Zhonglie's throat. Zhonglie leaned his head back, his waist and legs tensed, and he did a backflip as he pulled out the soft sword in his waist.

"He is worthy of being the second son of the Luo family, good skills!"

As soon as the young general's voice fell, he saw a man with a spear in his hand, patting his horse and saying, "I have heard that the Luo family has good marksmanship, but I don't see Luo Gongzi with a gun, how can I go into battle to kill the enemy?" ”

Zhonglie put away his soft sword, turned over on his horse, pulled out the handle of the umbrella on his back, and pulled it left and right, only to see that a silver spear was already shining in Zhonglie's hand.

"Hahaha." Come to ** laughed, patted the horse, and a spear pierced the throat of the loyal martyrs. But Zhonglie did not move at all, until the tip of the man's gun arrived in front of him, then he raised the silver gun with both hands, and the tip of the gun stuck to the tip of the gun with lightning speed, and then took advantage of the situation, and the tip of the silver gun slid straight along the barrel of the gun, only to see a flash of sparks, the people and horses had crossed, the gun had left his hand, and the gun "whoosh" in the air, and it was inserted into the roof beam, and the gun trembled and buzzed.

"Hahaha, the Luo family's marksmanship is really good." When he looked for prestige, he saw a general who was not confused and was old and walking towards him with a big smile.

"Presumably this is General Zheng, the little nephew meets General Zheng!" Zhonglie turned over and dismounted, kneeling on one leg to worship General Zheng.

"Okay, get up, I'll introduce you." The general pointed to the young general and said, "He is the eldest son, Zheng Wu." Then the general pointed to the general who was riding a horse and wielding a spear and said, "This is my right-hand man Jiao Tianxiao." ”

"I've seen two generals." Zhonglie hurriedly clasped his hands into fists, and saw the two generals.

"How offended." The two of them immediately clasped their fists and saluted.

After settling down in the General's Mansion, Luo Zhonglie accompanied General Zheng every day to inspect the defense. General Zheng really lived up to his reputation, he did manage the army well, the morale of the army was high, and every soldier seemed to have eight big characters written on his face, "Resist the Qing army, protect the family and defend the country". The sergeants were all gearing up, and some were waiting for the general's order, ready to attack the Qing army at any time and kill the captives; Some of them practiced hard every day, preparing to fight a big battle with the Qing army once the Qing army attacked, even if they could not recover the country, they could also let the Qing soldiers taste the majesty of the Zheng army. However, who would have known that while everyone was anxiously waiting, the imperial court had secretly sent someone to contact General Zheng privately, saying that as long as General Zheng gave up resistance, General Zheng could be named the Marquis of Fujian, and the whole of Fujian would still be under General Zheng's rule. Even Zheng Wu, the son of the Zheng family, didn't know about this news, how could Luo Zhonglie, as an outsider, know about it?

One day, General Zheng secretly summoned Luo Zhonglie. Dressed in military uniforms, the martyrs came to the general's study in high spirits." The foolish nephew and nephew visited General Zheng. ”

"Virtuous nephew, please, virtuous nephew is full of enthusiasm for serving the country, and has a good martial arts, come to my Zheng family these days, for my uncle has seen it in his eyes, and he is happy in his heart. I haven't entrusted my nephew with a heavy responsibility for a long time, but my uncle is waiting for the opportunity. Now Uncle Wei has to go to the Qing court to deal with the Manchus in order to gain more time to consolidate the defense. But when I go, I am afraid of a surprise attack by the Qing army, and Yongding in the west is an important pass that the Qing army wants to raid. From the perspective of virtuous nephews, who can keep eternal stability? ”

"Your son Zheng Wu, heroic and brave, and strategic, with him sticking to it, I think the general can rest assured."

"This is a bad word, as soon as my uncle goes, who can keep it in Fuzhou?"

"It's still Zheng Wu."

"Zheng Wu guards Fuzhou, who guards Yongding?"

"Jiao Tianxiao can be guarded."

"The sky is screaming and guarding eternity, who guards the coastal defense? If you are not competent for maritime defense, who can defend it if you don't defend it? ”

"In this way, the foolish nephew has no choice but to make it difficult."

"Virtuous nephew, this short sword is hidden by me, the whole army, see this sword as if you see me, you take it, at a critical juncture, take out this sword, no one dares to disobey the order."

"General Xie!" Chung Yeol knelt on one leg, raised his hands high, took the short sword, and tied it around his waist.

After the loyal martyrs received the order, they rushed to Yongding in a starry night, and after explaining their intentions to Zheng Wu, who was guarding Yongding, Zheng Wu immediately rushed back to Fuzhou. The loyal martyr was really resolute, he immediately went around to inspect the defense, and after all the arrangements were made, he summoned the soldiers in the Yongding City school field, ready to use an impassioned speech to inspire the morale of the army and unify **.

For a while, I saw that on the school field, there were swords and guns, and the sergeants were shining in silver armor, looking horizontally into columns, vertically in rows, neatly and uniformly, and the Zheng family's military flag was flying high. Many people also rushed to hear the news and gathered in the school yard to wait eagerly. Look at the main general Luo Zhonglie, just helmet with silver armor, a long sword hanging from his waist, wearing a black cloak, holding a silver spear, the red tassel on his helmet fluttering in the wind, and his eyes are resolute and bright. Zhonglie walked with firm and steady steps, strode up to the general platform, held the silver practice gun with one hand, raised his arms high, and shouted: "Brothers of the Zheng family, fellow villagers of Yongding City, I am entrusted by General Zheng to stick to Yongding with you, as long as the captives dare to attack, I will swear to live and die with Yongding." ”

"Resist the Manchurians and defend Yongding!" The partial general Zhang Yongji took the lead and raised his arms and shouted.

"Fight against Manchu and defend Yongding! Fight against the Manchurians and defend Yongding! For a time, the soldiers and civilians in Yongding City shouted in unison, and the shouts resounded through the sky and spread thousands of miles away.

At this time, Zhonglie once again raised his silver training gun, and in an instant, all the soldiers and civilians stopped shouting, and a pair of passionate eyes looked at the main general Luo Zhonglie.

"Brothers, fellow villagers, my father, an important minister of the imperial court, Luo Qingyuan, the general who guarded the Yanshan Pass, led more than 100 people of the Luo family to the foothills of Dabie Mountain when the traitors of the imperial court were in power, and built the Luo family's harmonious homeland Luoxi. Therefore, my father specially sent me, Luo Zhonglie, to defect to General Zheng thousands of miles away to seek a great plan to restore the country. But now the Qing army has besieged Fujian, the last piece of land in China, and it can really be said that it is full of Qing soldiers. Brothers, fellow villagers, if the Qing army wants to annex the last piece of land in China, it must open a gap from our Yongding, and it must occupy the beautiful homeland of my Yongding father and fellow villagers, but will our Zheng Jiajun's brothers agree? ”

"No!" The sergeants shouted in unison.

"Will our eternal fathers and fellow villagers agree?"

"No!" The villagers shouted in unison.

"Then, if the captives want to pass, let them step on the bones of our soldiers and civilians, let them step on the bones of my Luo Zhonglie, and we will swear to defend Yongding and defend our homeland!" Luo Zhonglie once again raised his silver practice gun, raised his arms and shouted.

"Defend Yongding, defend your homeland! Defend Yongding, defend your homeland! Suddenly, the soldiers and civilians raised their arms and shouted in unison, and the shouts resounded through the sky again, spreading thousands of miles away.

Just when Luo Zhonglie led the Yongding army and people to step up the consolidation of defense day and night, General Zheng had been detained by the Qing court, and the news reached Fujian, and the whole Fujian suddenly lost its backbone. Before Zheng Wu led Jiao Tianxiao and Luo Zhonglie to unify the military and civilian thoughts, the Qing army attacked on a large scale, Ninghua was lost, Shaowu was lost, Fuding was lost, the Qing army approached Fuzhou, besieged Yongding, and the entire Yongding could only rely on Luo Zhonglie to lead the army and people to defend the lonely city.

On a dark and windy night, the Qing army launched a general attack on Yongding.

When Zhonglie stood on the tower and commanded the battle, the Qing army fired thousands of arrows, and those rockets poured towards Yongding City like meteors. In an instant, a raging fire broke out in Yongding City, and the wife cried and screamed, which was unbearable. Just when Zhonglie stood proudly in the city tower, a rocket roared, penetrating Zhonglie's left arm, Zhonglie bit it, pulled out the rocket, and led the army and people to slash and kill the Qing soldiers who attacked the city. The Qing soldiers climbed up to the city like locusts and pounced on the city like wolves. For a time, the sound of swords and guns colliding, and the shouts of soldiers and civilians drowning the entire city.

A few hours later, the corpses of the city were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed profusely. A few more hours passed, and the city was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. Zhonglie had no choice but to lead the few remaining soldiers and civilians to break out of the city, but as soon as he left the city, he was besieged by the Qing army in a forest. The martyrs shouted: "Brothers, folks, kill the captives, we will not surrender to the death." As soon as the words fell, he slapped his horse and rushed into the enemy group first. I saw Zhonglie practice a silver spear, stabbing and wiping, and instantly knocked down seven or eight Qing soldiers. Just as the Zhonglie was rising, a hidden arrow came from behind and hit the right back of the loyalty, and the loyalty endured the great pain, broke the arrow with his backhand, and stabbed with the barrel of the gun, picking and stabbing him, and in a blink of an eye, seven or eight Qing soldiers fell. But no matter how brave and good the martyrs were, and how bravely they killed the enemy, they had no choice but to run arrows, and the loyal martyrs did not know when, after being hit by a few arrows, they finally fell from their horses and fell in a pool of blood, unconscious.

In the early morning, the glow penetrates the dense green branches and leaves, illuminating the entire forest. A few small birds were playing in the branches, and their crisp calls set off the silence of the woods. The dew on the branches and leaves was crystal clear in the light of the sun, sparkling and sliding down in the floit of the birds, and quietly dripped on the face of the martyr, and dripped into the mouth of the unconscious martyr. The black horse was always at his master's side, and its snorting and snorting finally awakened the badly wounded martyr under the moisture of the dew. Zhongyeol slowly opened his eyes, and he realized that he was still alive in the world. Zhongyeol moved his neck, and he saw the corpses in his eyes again, and his eyes were full of blood, and then he remembered the fierce battle last night. At this time, the black horse lay down, Zhonglie grabbed the silver spear beside him, climbed on the horse's back with difficulty, and the black horse carefully picked up his master, and trotted all the way to the depths of the dense forest.

I don't know how long the black horse has been running, and I don't know how many times Zhonglie has been in a coma, and how many times he woke up, just by a mountain stream, the black horse bent down and put Zhonglie lightly on the side of the mountain stream. The stream is murmuring, gently flowing through the rocks, passing through a small hill, falling suddenly, dingdong sounding, and then converging into a small pool, the pool water is crystal clear, and there are some small fish, the small fish gently shake their fins and tails, swim slowly, so uncomfortable. The black horse drew water from the small pool and sprayed it on Zhonglie's face, who slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but cry when he saw this scene. He thought of his father, and it was his father's generous care that made him grow strong; It was his father's earnest teachings that made him patriotic and protect his family. Now that his father is not by his side, and his father's black horse cares for him like a father, how can this make him miss his father and be grateful to his father? He still held the silver spear given to him by his father, although he didn't know how many times he had been unconscious on the horse, but the spear was always tightly held in his hand, this was the silver spear passed to him by his father, the fighting passion passed on to him by his father, and the ambition to serve the country passed on to him by his father. Chungyeol stared at the silver spear for a long time, his blood began to boil again, and his life began to burn again. He sat up hard, put down his spear, and slowly crawled to the edge of the pool, picked up the clear water, splashed it on his face, splashed it on his body, and the boundless coolness suddenly spread throughout his body. He scooped up the pool again, drank it with a bang, and he began to feel his internal organs start to run again, and his spirit shook with it. He looked around, this is a verdant old forest, the old forest is pregnant with countless large and small lives, they are endlessly growing in the old forest, each blooming with the brilliance of life.

When Chungyeol stumbles upon the hare in the grass, he remembers the hunting his father taught him as a child, and remembers the hunger in his belly. So he crept up to the horse, took off the bow and arrow from the saddle, drew the bow and aimed it, and with a "whoosh" the hare fell. Zhonglie smiled slightly, patted the black horse and said, "Go eat something." "The black horse kicked and graze. The loyal and bad went to the grass, picked up the hares, and began to pick up dead branches, and hit stones to make fires. After a few bags of cigarettes, a fragrant roasted hare is ready. The loyal devoured the roasted hare. As soon as the rabbit meat was in his belly, Zhongyeol immediately felt that he was a good man again. He took off his armor, endured the great pain, pulled up his cloth, and picked up the pool of water to carefully clean the wound. He took out the short sword that General Zheng had given him and pulled out the arrows in his body, and the blood slowly stained the clear pool of water. He tore the cloth on his body into strips and tied the wound in pain. After everything was taken care of, he felt the stinging pain in his back again, and he had no choice but to take out the arrow on his back, so he had to wash it with water with his backhand, and tore off a long strip of cloth to tie the wound well. Zhonglie stood up, grabbed the silver spear, recalled the black horse, turned over the horse, and rode towards the old forest.

In this way, the martyrs walked through the forest, drinking the water of the mountain stream when they were thirsty, and eating the fish in the water, the birds on the branches, and the rabbits in the bushes when they were hungry, but they could walk through for a few days, but they still did not see the end of the mountain forest. Although he did not worry about eating and drinking in the forest, the wounds on his body could not be healed, especially the arrow on his back could not be removed, coupled with the humidity in the forest and the humid and hot weather in the south, the wound was inevitably infected and inflamed, and the severe inflammation began to slowly consume his physical energy, and he began to feel that his head was hot and swollen, and no matter how he drank the sweet stream water, his mouth was still dry. Then he started to feel dizzy, and his whole body began to become foggy. He gradually felt that the silver spear in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, although he still felt weak in his legs when he was riding on a horse, and he still felt that he was in a trance in front of him despite the brilliance in the forest. Still, he rode on his horse.

Time is passing quietly, and his life is also worn out little by little. He began to think, could it be that I would not die in the battlefield full of corpses, but I would die in this mountain forest where life was gathered? He gritted his teeth and tried to keep his eyes open, and he kept reminding himself not to fall down and not to fall asleep. However, he was very reluctant to feel the weight of his body, and no matter how much he reminded himself, even to reprimand himself for being so weak in perseverance and so weak in will, he began to lie on his horse unconsciously.

Everyone's life comes from the same croaking ground, and everyone's life will have the same peaceful rest, but different lives are different, and the way they stop is also different. Luo Zhonglie originally wanted to collapse on the battlefield to comfort his thriving life and full of blood, but now it seems that he is afraid that he will fall like a diseased wild sheep in the mountains and forests where there are many lives. Thinking about it this way, he felt that he might as well not wake up from the mountain of corpses, because that kind of fall should be the true destination of a life like his.

Just as the weak hero Luo Zhonglie was feeling the gradual fading of life in a daze, a voice evoked the fire of Zhonglie's life.

"Help!" It was a hopeless voice crying out, it was a hopeless life calling, it was the cry of that hopeless voice that turned another hopeless life into a blue wolf, it was the call of that hopeless life that awakened the light of life of another hopeless life. Zhonglie sat up from his horse, and looked around, no, a tiger was pounced on an old farmer with a medicine basket on his back. It was too late, it was fast, the loyal martyr stretched out his bow and arrows, his arms were strong, the bow was like a full moon, the strings were flying with arrows, fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, the arrows were already impartial, and they just hit the front paws of the tiger rushing towards the old peasant. The tiger landed violently, and when he looked around, he saw a man on a horse glaring angrily, and immediately roared angrily, and walked towards Zhonglie with his injured leg. Zhonglie immediately straightened his waist, grabbed the silver spear in his hand, and looked at the tiger with his eyes. At this time, the two pairs of eyes look at each other, which is the fierce battle between two lives, and which will be born and which will die will be produced in an instant. One, two, three, four, the tiger got closer and closer, and the loyal martyr and the black horse remained unmoved. Five steps, six steps, seven steps, the tiger was in front of him, and Zhonglie suddenly clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and the black horse immediately ran towards the tiger like lightning. Just when the tiger was frightened by the sudden actions of Zhonglie and the black horse, Zhonglie clenched the silver spear with both hands, exerted all the strength of his body, and stabbed at the tiger suddenly, only to hear a "poof" sound, and the spear was deeply inserted into the tiger's belly, but Zhonglie was also knocked down from the horse by the spear, and fell heavily to the ground, falling in front of the tiger. Zhonglie hurriedly stood up, and was about to pull out the long sword in his waist with one hand, but he saw that the tiger with the spear in his body just glared angrily, and did not see the tiger having the slightest intention to move forward. With his hands on the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the eyes of the tiger, and the tiger's eyes slowly dimmed, like a bright lamp, which slowly dimmed, slowly fainted, and slowly extinguished as the fuel ran out. This is the first time that Chungyeol has watched so clearly the slow cessation of a life and the slow passing of a brave one. As the tiger slowly fell, Chungyeol also felt that his vision was becoming more and more blurry, and he began to feel the passing of another life to feel his own life gradually disappearing. He glanced hard at the black horse, at the mountains and forests, and hard at his father and Luo Xi, and then he lay down weakly. The sky in front of him began to hollow, the branches and leaves in front of him began to blur, he finally felt the heaviness of his eyelids, he closed his eyes, and he smiled at the last moment of his life. Yes, you can't save the world, you can't save your home, but you can use the last bit of light of your life to defeat the tiger and save the old peasant, although it is not as comfortable as dying on the battlefield, but it is always happier than falling down like a diseased wild sheep.

Thousands of miles away, when Luo Qingyuan learned the news of the loss of Fujian, he began to worry about his beloved son; When Luo Qingyuan learned that Yongning, which was guarded by the martyrs, was lost, he began to feel proud of his beloved son; When Luo Qingyuan learned that the Qing court found out that Luo Zhonglie, the chief general guarding Yongning, was Luo Qingyuan's son, he began to prepare for his homeland.

Five days later, one afternoon, a young man opened his eyes again, and he was Luo Zhonglie, the second son of the Luo family.

Chungyol opened his eyes, and he found himself lying on his bed, in a simple wooden house. The soft sunlight shone from the window to the bedside, and in the light of the sun, he clearly saw a few small insects fluttering, enjoying the joy of life to the fullest. There was also a fly, perched at the head of the bed, rubbing rapidly with its tiny forelegs, and wriggling its dark red head from time to time, its life as in the middle of the day. The joyful songs of these little lives in front of him made the martyrs also have the idea of getting active. Chungyol sat up, and he found himself less powerless. He put on his shoes and walked out of the cabin. Outside the wooden house, the sun is shining, the trees are verdant, the bees are flying and the butterflies are dancing, and the birds are chirping. Chungyeol couldn't help but stretch out his arm and kick his legs, he was surprised to find that his back no longer stinged, he lifted the cloth and saw that his wounds had been rebandaged and no longer painful. Yes, his life has been rejuvenated again. So he wanted to throw a set of punches and completely move his somewhat stiff body.

Chungyeol came to the open space in front of the door and began to practice the Luo family boxing taught to him by his father. Looking at Na Luo's vigorous posture, he suddenly leaned over and hit directly with one fist; Suddenly, he took a step and rushed forward with both fists; Suddenly he jumped up and climbed into the sky; Suddenly rolling, palm pushing elbow strike. With dozens of sets of movements, he played skillfully and coherently, light and powerful. But he didn't think it was too hidden, so he went back to the hut and found his sword and silver spear. He first played a set of swordsmanship, and he only saw a cold light. He danced the spear again, whirring and whirring, and the silver spear was perfectly integrated with the man.

"Good, good!"

Zhonglie turned around and saw the old farmer who kept cheering with the medicine basket on his back. Immediately knelt on the ground and clenched his fists and said, "Thank you uncle for saving your life!" ”

"Get up, get up, I haven't thanked you for saving my life." The old farmer hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhonglie and said, "Housheng, your injuries have not healed yet, so you can't make such a big move." ”

"Thank you, uncle, for your care."

"I don't know my name yet."

"The younger generation's surname is Luo Mingzhonglie."

"Ah, it turned out to be General Luo who guarded Yongning, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

"Don't dare. Uncle, can you tell me where I am? ”

"This is Nanling, far away from Yongning, and Fujian has been lost, so you should take care of your body here before you make plans."

"Yes, the juniors obey the uncle's arrangement."

"Come, let's go into the house and say, I'll make you something to eat, you have to make up for yourself."

"Thank you, uncle!"

A month later, Luo Zhonglie's injuries had completely healed. After bidding farewell to his uncle, Zhonglie dressed as a civilian, rode a black horse, and prepared to rush back to Luoxi according to the path pointed out by the uncle.

One afternoon, Zhonglie walked out of the mountains and came to an ancient town. Zhonglie led the black horse and walked slowly on the street. Although it was noon, the streets were still lively, the vegetable sellers were talking with people, the cloth sellers were bargaining with people, the pots selling snacks were steaming, the tofu sellers were shouting in their mouths, some people were betting in the gambling house, some people were opening houses in the inn, the children were swallowing saliva in front of the candy man stall, the old man on the bench of the fortune teller was asking for good luck and the bad luck, and even the flower child was busy giving alms to the well-wishers who gave copper coins. The whole ancient town is not only lively, but also very peaceful, and people seem to have long forgotten the war and have boundless tranquility. This reminded Luo Zhonglie of Luo Xi, and from this point of view, Luo Xi's family must be safe and sound. Zhonglie settled down, walked into a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, drank a pot of wine, ate a few large bowls of rice, then got up to pay the bill, turned over his horse, and hurried to his home with joy.

One evening half a month later, Luo Zhonglie had already seen the mountains of Luoxi from afar. Although it was getting late, the martyr was still galloping wildly, and he planned to return home to rest. In the middle of the night, Zhonglie was already in the woods outside the east gate of Luoxi, and when he saw the city wall of Luoxi, he rode excitedly and hurried towards the east gate. Suddenly, several figures flashed in the forest.

"Stop, who's who?" The leader shouted. Zhonglie grabbed the reins and looked at it, it was not good, it was a Qing soldier. Zhonglie turned his horse's head, but he was blocked by the Qing soldiers behind him, and Zhonglie looked at it again, and he was surrounded by the Qing army. Zhonglie thought to himself, Luo Xi was afraid that it would be bad, and he decided to fight his way out of the encirclement and return home. But after thinking about it again, wouldn't he affect his family when he rushed into the house like this? So he decided to kill it first, not to go home for the time being, and then to make plans later. Thinking of this, Zhonglie picked up the silver spear, made a gap, and fled eastward.

Zhonglie went around in a big circle, crossed the heavenly river, and came to the West Gate, where he decided to sneak home and see what was going on. Because the west gate was very hidden, no Qing soldiers were found here, and the loyal martyrs shouted to open the city gate, and finally returned to Luoxi after a long absence. Chungyol went to his father's house and met his father and mother. After greeting the cold, Chungyeol saw his father sitting there with a frown.

"Father, how come there are Qing soldiers outside the city?"

The father was silent.

Zhonglie hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "Father, it must be the child's matter that the Qing army knows, right?" ”

The father remained silent.

"Father, the child is responsible for doing things alone, and it is the child who they want to hunt and kill, and the child goes out to fight with the captive, so I beg the father not to worry."

Luo Qingyuan got up and helped his beloved son up, and said: "Son, you are a hero of the country, and you are the son of your father, how can your father let you get out of the wolf's den and enter the tiger's mouth?" ”

"Father, the child is not filial, the child must not put our whole family in danger for the sake of himself?"

"Don't say it, it seems that you can't stay in this house, you go back to say goodbye to your wife and children, and your father will send you out of the city tonight."

"Father, there are Qing soldiers outside, and they won't give up."

"Son, as long as you don't show up, they won't do anything to us, so you can go with confidence."

"But ......"

"Okay, don't say it, you can go back." The father waved his hand and turned away.

Zhonglie saw that he couldn't resist his father, so he had to get up and go home.

When Chungyeol returned home, his wife and three children were asleep. When the wife saw that her husband was back, she immediately got up and hugged her husband tightly, sobbing in a low voice, "I thought I would never see you again?" After speaking, he buried his head deep in his husband's arms, and was unwilling to get up again. Zhonglie hugged his wife tightly and remained silent for a long time. At this moment, his heart was extremely contradictory, his wife's long sobbing deeply touched his heart, he knew that his young wife could not do without her husband, and life without her husband and wife would be unbearable. However, what made him even more reluctant was his few children who were not yet adults, Zhonglie looked at the three sleeping children on the bed, thinking that if they did not have a father in the future, their growing life would be so incomplete, his heart softened, he wanted to give up the ambition of the so-called big husband, he wanted to stay and accompany his wife and children to die safely, he wanted to see the smile when his wife brought tea when he was busy on the front page of the field, he wanted to take his children to fish and catch shrimp in Qianchuan, he wanted to ...... Zhonglie's heart couldn't be calm for a long time, but he thought that he had to survive, not for himself, but for his wife and children.

At dawn, my father knocked on the door of Zhonglie with Uncle Xia. Zhonglie knew that his father had come to see him off the city, so he quickly pacified his wife, caressed each child, dressed neatly, and went out to see his father.

When the father saw his son coming out, he didn't say anything, so he took his son to the west gate, Zhonglie walked behind his father with a silver spear and a long sword, and Uncle Xia followed closely with a black horse. No one said anything along the way, just walked silently. The fields of Luoxi are full of lush wheat seedlings, and the wheat seedlings nod frequently under the light breeze of the night breeze, as if the people of Luoxi are paying tribute to the martyrs. Zhonglie walked in the familiar fields, and couldn't help but think in his heart, Luo Xi, I will come back, you are my home, here are my parents and brothers, my wife and children, I will return to your arms in another spring, and enjoy the peace and tranquility of life with you.

It wasn't long before Simon was in sight. At this time, a dark shadow flashed from the side of the road, and looking at the familiar figure, Zhongyeol knew that it was his mother. The mother handed Zhongyeol a burden and whispered, "Son, when you are out alone, be careful about everything." ”

"Mother, the child is not filial, thank you for remembering." Zhonglie knelt on the ground, holding his mother's hand, and couldn't stand it for a long time.

The mother stroked Zhongyeol's head, wept silently, and finally said intermittently: "Son-remember-mother's words, you must - to - come back alive..." ”

"The child remembers." Luo Zhonglie, a seven-foot man with iron bones, couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

"Let's go, it's almost dawn." Father said.

Uncle Xia led the black horse to Zhonglie, and asked the gatekeeper to open the city gate, saying, "Zhonglie, take care!" ”

Luo Zhonglie nodded, turned over his horse, and rode away.

Although Zhonglie had left the city alone, he did not dare to go far, because he knew in his heart that the Qing soldiers would not give up. Therefore, after leaving the city gate, he went to a high post in the mountains and forests and hid, ready to carefully observe the movements of the Qing army before making plans.

When the sun was on the pole, a team of Qing soldiers came to the south gate of Luoxi. Zhonglie looked closely, the formation was not small, there were about two or three hundred people. The Qing generals led by rode to the bottom of the city tower and shouted loudly towards the city tower: "Listen to the people above, tell your family Luo Qingyuan to talk back." ”

As soon as he was waiting for the cigarette, Zhonglie saw his father appear on the castle tower in military uniform. Since his father's resignation, Zhonglie has never seen his father wearing this military uniform, and today his father is wearing this armor to see the Qing general, but his father is going to take the Luo family soldiers to fight a decisive battle with the Qing army. Thinking of this, Zhonglie couldn't help but tremble in his heart, fortunately he didn't go far, otherwise, the child would really be unfilial.

"Luo Qingyuan, the ten-day time we agreed on has arrived, you hand over your bad son, otherwise, I will attack the city."

"Whether the dog is dead or alive, we don't know yet, and since the time has come, we don't have to care about him. The ancients said, 'If the son does not teach, the father will make the mistake', and I will repay the trouble caused by my child, and I implore the general not to embarrass my family. ”

"To put it mildly, how can you pay it back?"

At this time, Zhonglie saw his father pull out the long sword in his waist, put the long sword around his neck, and said, "The old man is willing to die to apologize." After speaking, he was about to flick his sword and kill himself, but he saw Uncle Xia step forward with an arrow, took his father's hand and said, "Big brother, don't do it!" ”

Seeing this, Zhonglie knew that something was wrong, and immediately turned over his horse, carried a spear, and shouted: "Father-" and rushed down the hill and went straight to the Qing general.

Zhonglie grabbed the reins under the city tower, raised his gun and pointed at the Qing general and said: "Full of thieves, I, Luo Zhonglie, do things alone, if you are a real man, don't embarrass my family." ”

"Lie'er-" Zhonglie looked back and saw that his father was calling out to him, so he immediately turned over and dismounted, knelt on the ground and bowed, and said, "Father, the child is not filial. After speaking, he lifted his spear, turned over his horse, and slapped his horse to kill the Qing general.

The two of them came and went, guns and knives, and fought for more than 20 rounds. At this time, the Qing general was eager to win, and once again brandished a big knife to the loyal martyr to block the waist, this time the loyal martyr did not use the gun to block, but left to grasp the saddle, sideways to hide to the side of the horse, the right hand held the spear, along with the Qing general's momentum, from the horse's head to stab the spear, the tip of the spear just stabbed the Qing general's thigh, the Qing general screamed, and fell off the horse. Zhonglie got up and turned his horse's head, and with both hands he stabbed the gun straight at the Qing general lying on the ground.

"Shoot the arrows." At this moment, the Qing soldiers fired thousands of arrows and shot straight at Zhonglie. Chungyol had no choice but to put away his gun to block the arrow, but one arrow still hit Chungyeol's left arm.

"Lie'er, let's go!" Father shouted.

Zhonglie turned around and glanced at his father, glanced at Luo Xi, he knew that if he didn't die today, Luo Xi would be difficult to protect, his parents, his brothers, and his wife and children. Zhonglie gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow on his left arm, shot his horse with his spear, and ran straight towards the Qing army.

"Shoot the arrows."

Ten thousand arrows were fired, and the black horse fell.

Zhonglie got up, ran wildly with his spear, and went straight to kill the Qing army.

"Shoot the arrows."

Ten thousand arrows were fired at once, and both arrows hit Zhongyeol's chest at the same time. Chungyeol covered his chest with his left hand, and thrust his spear into the ground with his right hand, supporting his body.

"Shoot the arrows."

Ten thousand arrows were fired, and three more arrows hit Zhonglie, but Zhonglie still stood like a pine.

I don't know if Luo Zhonglie is my ancestor, but I have seen his spiritual position in the Luo clan ancestral hall. I don't know how to look up to my ancestor, but I have seen the six arrows in the Luo clan ancestral hall that are still kept in the cabinet, and I saw with my own eyes that the arrows were rusty.

(25 July 2007)