Red makeup against the world

Chapter 472
In just a few breaths, the soldiers of the Gyeonggi Battalion with blue feathers on their helmets quit the battle group one after another. On their bodies, the heart, chest, neck and other vital parts were all infected with at least two or more bruises. Red dot.

The army was defeated like a mountain, and with the sudden decrease in the number of people in the Gyeonggi Battalion, the Beiya Army's offensive became more and more fierce.

Jing Guangxuan held up the commander-in-chief flag, and suddenly slammed it on the stage, his momentum exploded, and the flagpole pierced through the wooden platform and was firmly inserted in the center.

"Go! You go down too!"

The little school who was waving the flag had been itchy for a long time, and when he heard the words, he screamed and jumped down from the wooden platform to join the battle group.

"attack!"

Following Jing Guangxuan's violent shout, the Beiya Army's offensive became even more violent.

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.

On the stands, the people who were optimistic about the Gyeonggi Camp were dumbfounded. They were defeated so quickly that they hadn't reacted yet.In contrast, there was a wave of shouting: "Bei Yajun! Good man!"

Wei Ming's face was ashen and defeated. He never expected that he would lose to the son of the Beiya Army on the battlefield that he was proud of.

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

If the weather is fine and the order is clear, even if there is a "three-three formation", the Gyeonggi Battalion can react and form a formation to fight back.It's really unclear who will win and who will lose.

In the martial arts arena, there were only a dozen or so brave men left in the Gyeonggi Battalion, fighting stubbornly from the corner of their eyes.

They know that their side has already lost, but the loser does not lose, so they must fight to the end no matter what!

To deal with elites like them, the Beiya Army guerrilla took them and fought them in turn, preserving the largest output of their own combat power.But in their eyes, there was a look of respect.

Although the two armies are hostile, they are not enemies after all. They are both soldiers loyal to the Gaomang Dynasty.Such a good man, can't he be respected!
As the stick of incense burned out, Mingjin retreated on the high platform.

The sergeants in the field put down their wax guns, and the only remaining men in the Gyeonggi Battalion supported their knees and wiped off the rainwater that kept dripping, panting.

In the last few breaths, they withstood the storm-like attack, with many wounds on their legs and arms.But they managed to avoid the vital parts and persevered, despite the glorious defeat.

Wu Guangqi glanced at the obvious situation in the field. After the fight, there were still more than [-] soldiers of the Beiya Army standing.And there are only the last ten or so left in Gyeonggi Camp.

The two armies each have 1000 people. In the early stage, they won and lost each other, and 500 people were eliminated.After the Beiya army listed the "three-three formation", they quickly eliminated three or four hundred people from the opponent, but what they paid was only a price of less than a hundred people.

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

He took a step back, clasped his fists at Wu Sheng and said, "We lost! I would like to accept the bet. From then on, when the Jingji camp sees the Beiya army, they will back away!"

No matter what the reason, if you lose, you lose!It's better to admit it simply and neatly than to whine about it like a joke.

"Okay, I have a responsibility!" Wu Sheng laughed, and said to Wu Guangqi: "Please trouble Manager Wu to be a witness. Tomorrow, XX will ask the emperor for credit."

When all the dust settled, the soldiers of the two armies left the arena one after another, and a military doctor stepped forward to bandage their wounds.

The losers stepped down from the stands dejectedly, cursing in their mouths: "Damn bad luck! A group of veterans can't beat the young master! If I had known it, I wouldn't have come to see it. If I lost money, I'd be drenched in the rain."

Hearing such comments, Bing Yong of the Gyeonggi Camp was filled with righteous indignation.

According to their habits in the past, they must grab people and make a theory out of it.But the outcome was so obvious just now, where is the confidence?I can only bury my depression in my heart.

……

It rained for three consecutive days, from the first pouring rain to the current drizzle.

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

The bustling market in the past has become deserted in this continuous heavy rain.There were fewer people going out, there were only a few tables in restaurants and teahouses, and the waiters seemed to be drenched by the rain, and their movements became sluggish.

Affected by such an atmosphere, this northern city became lazy and sluggish.

Xu Wanzhen greeted her at the hanging flower gate with Caisi, Mr. Ning got off the green-draped carriage, and Yinglan, the personal maid, 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 taken aback and hurriedly brought someone out to greet her.

Mr. Ning shook her hand, and said with a faint smile, "It's okay. Manfen's wedding is approaching and she is rushing to catch her dowry. Manzhen has been a little absent-minded these past two days, so I simply gave them a few days off and went back to Beijing to have a look. , and come to see you by the way."

"Has Aunt Nan not come home yet?"

Mr. Ning shook his head and said: "Zhiyuan is studying in the academy, and there are only 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 her, how about staying with Zhen'er for a few days?" Mr. Ning has been too lonely in his life.

"Let me think."

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

Candied dates and rose tea were served on Caisi, and this recipe was also given by Mr. Ning.

"Aunt Nan, since you gave these prescriptions, I haven't drunk Biluochun again." Biluochun is a famous tea in Suzhou. The soup is green and clear, and the taste is mellow and sweet, with a long-lasting aftertaste. .

"Biluochun belongs to green tea, which is cool and easy to get cold. Your body is just getting better, so it's better to drink less." Mr. Ning said with a smile.

This is the second meeting. It has been more than three months since the last meeting at Xu's house, and the season is 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 "Song of Showers in Early Summer" that you composed a few times, and it is hearty and refreshing." Mr. Ning was full of praise for Xu Wanzhen's talent.

Although she was a Guqin teacher in her previous life, playing the piano and composing music are two different things.She always felt that the songs she composed were too plain to touch people's hearts.

"Aunt Nan has won the award." Xu Wanzhen smiled slightly and said, "It happens to be raining heavily today, why don't we play this song together?"

In the small courtyard that was washed by rain for days and was extremely clean, there was a melodious sound of piano.

At the beginning, it was like spring water, but upon listening carefully, there were lively raindrops dancing mischievously on the banana leaves.Immediately afterwards, the raindrops merged into streams, meandering and flowing on the hillsides full of flowers, writing a happy chapter.

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

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

(End of this chapter)