Chapter 157 The brightest light in the late Northern Song Dynasty (5.6K)
"Straight thief Ma Zeben, wouldn't it be over if you pushed the empty door early?"
Hear this warm and cordial greeting.
Xu Yun subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
The person speaking was a middle-aged scribe in his forties, short in stature and with a wisp of beard.
The clothing material is relatively ordinary, and the overall appearance is ordinary, with nothing special about it.
The scribe was standing about two feet behind Xu Yun, so no wonder he could hear his words so clearly.
Seeing Xu Yun looking at him, the scribe felt that he had made a mistake and scrawled his hands towards Xu Yun to express his apology.
Xu Yun also smiled at him politely and didn't complain too much.
As a fan who witnessed the battle between Beijing and Shanghai in his hometown, he has experienced countless fans' farce in later generations.
In fact, this is not outrageous in China, but some derbies abroad are so exciting that a large number of riot police are deployed, and sometimes they even cause riots.
In the final analysis, it was just some bosses. Cuju had a strong atmosphere in the Song Dynasty, and it was normal for the imperial guards in Beijing to have some die-hard loyalists.
Therefore, Xu Yun didn't pay too much attention to this matter, turned back and continued to watch the game.
Seeing that the Beijing Forbidden Army he supported had lost a point, Zhang San beside Xu Yun was no longer as relaxed as he was at the beginning.
He was seen clutching Hirama's ticket tightly and shouting with other fans around him:
"One base, one base!"
"Quickly resume peace!!"
In this depressing atmosphere, the Beijing-China Forbidden Army restarted the ball at the midline.
Maybe there was an exchange after the ball was lost.
Compared to the previous transfers, the actions of the Imperial Guards in Beijing were much simpler this time.
Standard full line pressure, wide opening and closing.
In just five minutes.
The Imperial Guards in Beijing organized three attacks again, and each time they got closer to the goal.
"Oh, just a little bit close!"
After Mazeben failed to score a header, although Zhang San was a little upset, he couldn't help but feel much more optimistic:
"Brother Wang, if we continue playing like this, I think the Forbidden Army in Beijing will be able to tie the score soon."
But what surprised him was that Xu Yun slowly shook his head:
"I don't think so."
After all, Zhang San was a child at heart, and Xu Yun had never shown much airs in front of him, so he immediately became unconvinced and asked:
"Brother Wang, how do you say this?"
Xu Yun nuzzled the backcourt of Nu Jing's imperial army with his chin, pointed at several positions and said:
"The cooperation between Zuo Peng and Zheng Jie seems to be a bit unsatisfactory, especially Zuo Peng, who has repeatedly lost the ball when double-teamed by the opponent.
If it weren't for the rest of the team members to fill in, the offensive might have ended long ago.
As for being coerced...
It seems that they are tall and powerful in defense, but they move very slowly. However, the Western Army's ball heads and players are extremely fast.
If the other party mainly focuses on small fast spirits...I'm afraid there will be some accidents."
After saying this, Xu Yun shook his head, his expression not very optimistic.
The Zuopeng he refers to refers to the player who stands in the backcourt among golfers.
Its function is more defensive, but it cannot use its arms to block the opponent's players like a front and back guard. It mainly serves as a link between defense and offense.
According to the functions of football in later generations, about 50% of them are close to the nature of "midfielder".
Back waist, as the name suggests.
Its importance is just like a person's waist.
If your waist is straight.
The whole person can stand upright and move freely and quickly.
But if your waist is weak.
Then the whole person will become depressed and even lose the ability to move.
In Xu Yun's opinion.
Zuopeng of the Jingzhong Ban Army seems to be a bit out of touch technically, which is often said to be unable to protect the ball, and can only pass the ball in a hurry when someone forces him.
As for the other one being held hostage...
This person reminded Xu Yun of the Niu Quayle of Manchester United in later generations.
He is tall, turns around as slowly as 0.25 times the speed, and is said to be like an aircraft carrier turning around.
Therefore, when these two positions are combined, there is a possibility of pressing the ball from a high position and allowing the opponent to play the ball behind.
After listening to Xu Yun's analysis, before Zhang San had time to respond, a voice of admiration suddenly sounded from his side:
"What a quick little guy!"
Xu Yun took a look and was immediately happy - the person who made the noise was none other than the middle-aged scribe.
Seeing Xu Yun staring at him, the middle-aged scribe bowed his hand to him again, but this time his attitude was much more formal:
"This young master only spoke a few words, but every word hit the point. Please forgive me for making a blunder at the next moment."
Xu Yun quickly smiled and saluted back.
From the perspective of fans, it is a very comfortable thing in ancient and modern times for one's opinions to be accepted by passers-by.
The middle-aged scribe seemed to be interested in making friends with Xu Yun, so he said:
"I dare to ask Mr....."
As a result, before he could finish his words, there was suddenly another burst of exclamations on the court.
I saw Gao Shu, the volleyball player of the Beijing Squadron, just received the ball and was about to organize an attack, but two menacing enemy ball throwers appeared in front of him. They looked like they were trying to overthrow you.
Seeing this, Gao Shu had no choice but to kick the ball into the backcourt, preparing to use Zuo Peng and Shen Wenyao for dispatch.
However, just as the ball rolled toward Zuo Peng.
Several players from the Western Army sped up again and ran towards Zuopeng of the Western Army desperately, making it clear that they were going to close the door and attack from a pincer attack.
Zuo Peng of the Beijing Central Army was shocked when he saw this situation, and quickly transferred the ball to his forward who was farther back.
As a result, due to too much pressure, Zopeng's power and accuracy of the ball were wrong, and he had to turn around and chase to get the ball.
And in the stands.
Xu Yun and others who control the overall situation through the on-site perspective can see it.
At this moment, not far behind Zhengli, there is a blue figure running fast!
This person is clearly...
Western Army ball head!
That is, apart from Ma Zeben, the only player among everyone present who is qualified to attack the goal!
One is fast and the other is slow, and in contrast to each other, the movement of the Jing Squadron is like an old cow chewing grass.
However, when he turned around and exerted his strength, he was overtaken by the Western Army's ball head.
Another one-shot!
What happens next is very simple.
The head of the Spanish Army ran wildly with the ball just like last time, and calmly scored with a low shot from the near corner!
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See this situation.
The audience in the stands suddenly burst into angry shouts and curses, and the emotions in them were even far greater than the first time.
"Blank!"
"Huang Bo, I'm going to fuck my mother! Are you exhausted?"
"Stupid Bird Jing Squadron!"
Beside Xu Yun, Zhang San opened his mouth weakly but said nothing.
He felt that the six cents he was holding down were slowly moving away from him...
"Hey, this young master, you really hit the mark."
The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, as if he thought of something again, and said:
"From this point of view, in this year's 23-way competition (the 24-way will not be available until 1106), the imperial army in Beijing has little hope."
Zhang San on the side heard this and subconsciously answered:
"But the Jingzhong Cuiwu team changed its coach last year, and I heard it was still a famous coach from Daming Mansion..."
The middle-aged scribe glanced at him and sneered:
"The yamen of Cuju are probably to blame for the special officials. The special officials have many different things to do. How can we say that changing the soup does not change the medicine!"
"Guo Zizhi also warned: 'In the past, I, Hu Qi, was the master of Hu Ben in Daming Prefecture! What good can you and others do?' How can I do Cuju now?"
"The tomb is arched and Shen Wenyao dares to do something to Zuo Peng, how can he be able to do his job?"
"Otherwise, the earthworm would wear a basin."
The scribe finally sighed and said somewhat pessimistically:
"Without a day, we will lose to Daizhou, lose to Dengzhou, lose to Yue, and lose the army to Fang La, so we cannot turn against it."
Xu Yun: "..."
really.
No matter which era it is, the fans are always consistent in their comments...
Then the Chinese scribe looked at the dejected Jingzhong players in the center of the field and said to Xu Yun:
"I'm afraid that the Jingzhong team has no chance of winning today, but I'm lucky to have met someone who knows how to play. My surname is Zong Mingze, and my courtesy name is Rulin. May I ask what your name is?"
"Wang Lin, my name is... uh, wait a minute?!"
Xu Yun was quite interested in this time-traveling golfer, but as soon as he introduced himself, his eyes suddenly widened:
"Wait a minute, what's your name, sir?"
The middle-aged scribe smiled indifferently. He thought that Xu Yun did not hear his words clearly because the scene was too noisy, so he repeated:
"I am Xia Zongze, named Rulin. I am currently doing some business in Laizhou."
Xu Yun's breathing stagnated slightly, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked again:
"May I ask if sir, is he a Jinshi in the sixth year of Yuanyou?"
Zongze let out a sigh when he heard this, looked at Xu Yun in surprise, and asked:
"Young Master, have you ever heard of my humble name?"
Xu Yun's pupils suddenly shrank heavily.
Oh my god.
Oh my god!
I went out to watch a football match and met Zongze????
If we say that Wang Zhen and his son, who died fighting in Taiyuan and vowed not to surrender, were the twinkling stars in the dark sky in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
Then Zongze can undoubtedly be called the supernova that exploded in the starry sky during the two Song dynasties!
Actually.
Somewhat similar to Wang Zhen, before the Jingkang Incident, Zongze was just an ordinary official who was suppressed by traitorous ministers.
He was a Jinshi in the sixth year of Yuanyou and served as county magistrate many times.
Although every time he went to any place and served as an official, he was able to benefit one place and made outstanding political achievements.
But before 1126, the highest official position was Dengzhou Tongpan.
But when the Jin soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty later, Zongze, who was in his sixties, seemed to be a different person, displaying his strong military talents.
In the winter of 1126, Jin soldiers besieged Bianjing.
Mentioned before.
Among the established troops, only Zhang Shuye led 30,000 Qin Wang.
Among the unorganized rebels, Zongze organized the largest civilian rescue force.
At that time, he led his troops to intercept the Jin soldiers' retreat and defeated them one after another along the way.
In 1127, he won all 13 battles against the Jin in Kaide, and defeated the Jin Wushu cavalry, the strongest of the Jin army, in Puyang without any defeat.
Later, the Jin people called Zongze directly as Grandpa Zong...
However, Song Qinzong was cowardly and incompetent and surrendered to the Jin army in Kaicheng early in Bianjing. What can you say?
Later, when Zongze heard that the Jin soldiers were threatening Emperors Hui and Qin to go north, he immediately led his troops to Huazhou, passed through Liyang, and arrived at Daming.
He wanted to cross the Yellow River directly, control the Jin people's retreat, and intercept the two emperors back to Hui and Qin.
However, none of King Qin's soldiers arrived. Zhao Gou sent another letter, saying forget it, let's press B to return to the city first. If the big dragon and the little dragon are lost, just lose them...
After Zhao Gou ascended the throne, Zongze sent more than 20 memorials, requesting Zhao Gou to return to the capital. Each time, he was blocked by the treacherous minister Huang Qianshan and others.
Zongze had no choice but to garrison himself in Bianjing, and single-handedly mobilized a million rebels - this rebel army later became one of the main forces of the rebel army formed by Yue Fei.
That's right, Yue Fei.
This famous national hero is also one of the talents discovered by Zongze:
When Yue Fei broke the military law and left Wang Yan's team, it was Zongze who stepped in to save him and asked him to perform meritorious service.
Finally, Yue Fei was trained into a famous anti-Jin hero in the Southern Song Dynasty and became his successor.
It's a pity that Zhao Gou, this weird teammate, only knows how to have fun, while Zongze became sick with grief and anger due to being treated coldly for a long time, and developed malignant sores on his back.
July 29, 1128, was the last day of Zongze’s life.
Zongze, who was on his deathbed, did not say a word about family matters, and all his words were about the Northern Expedition.
He shouted "Cross the river! Cross the river! Cross the river!" three times in a row and then passed away at the age of 70.
Just like a supernova explosion cannot completely illuminate the dark night.
Although Zongze burst out with the brightest light in his life, he still could not change the fate of the country that was dying.
All he can do is to use his own efforts to make that humiliating history no longer so dark...
Think of this.
Xu Yun's chest rose and fell heavily several times. After forcing himself to calm down, he said to Zong Ze:
"Mr. Rulin, my junior name is Wang Lin, with the courtesy name Xiaochun. He is a guest of Duke Zhao's mansion. I once heard my name mentioned by the master."
"Jun Gong Zhao?"
Zongze stroked his beard, recalled briefly, and said:
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Xu Yun nodded:
"Exactly."
Only then did Zongze's face become clear, and he said with some emotion:
"It turns out that I am Mr. Zirong's keeper. At first, Mr. Zirong and I had met several times. I never thought that a few years later, Mr. Zirong would still remember me as his keeper."
Then Xu Yun thought for a while and asked:
"Junior, I have heard from the master before that Mr. Rulin seems to be an official in another place. I wonder why he is seen in Beijing today?"
When Zongze heard this, he shook his head with a gloomy expression and said nothing.
What Xu Yun didn't know was.
Zongze served as the county magistrate of Longyou, Quzhou more than two years ago. He has made outstanding achievements and should be able to move up one level according to the rules.
However, he had offended Wu Chuhou, so in the end all he had to wait for was to return to Beijing to issue an ultimatum, and was transferred to Laizhou Glue, where he continued to serve as a county magistrate.
That's why.
He came to Jucheng to watch the football match today. He wanted to relax and unwind, but he didn't expect to encounter a defeat.
And while Xu Yun was chatting with Zongze.
There was another burst of angry curses from the surrounding auditorium.
Xu Yun took advantage of the situation and looked towards the field.
as expected.
3-0, points obtained through high post pressing.
See this situation.
Zhang San, who felt deeply that his career was hopeless, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He was seen holding the ticket tightly, leaning forward vigorously, making a fist with his right hand and raising it high, and shouted along with the audience around him:
"Bad code, refund the money!"
............
"The thieves, the Beijing Army, are so damn unlucky!"
By the fence outside Ju City.
Zhang San kicked away a stone and followed Xu Yun with an angry face, mumbling:
"It's so shameless to concede six goals. I think the girls in the hook bar are better than them!"
Not long ago.
After losing the third goal, the Jingzhong Ban Army completely lost their fighting spirit.
In the remaining time, the Western Army seized the opportunity and scored three goals from the ball head.
This battle between the two armies, known as a strong showdown, ended with a score of 6-0.
In fact, the reason why Zhang San was so depressed was not simply because he lost six cents.
As a generation servant of the Su Mansion, this is at most his money for a midnight snack.
He did the gambling before the game just to have more fun and make the process more exciting.
But being charged several times at his home court made Zhang San very unhappy.
Based on today's performance, when next year's Cuju competitions are held, the Beijing-China Forbidden Army will probably be at the bottom again.
Compared with Zhang San next to him, Xu Yun's emotions were not so complicated and seemed ordinary.
Firstly, he has no feelings for the Forbidden Army in Beijing, and secondly, it’s because he focused all his attention on Zongze...
