Present 'The Heroic Soul of Serve the Country Luo Zhonglie'
Heroic soul serving the country——Luo Zhonglie
The decadent Ming Dynasty finally fell. First, Li Zicheng's peasant uprising army invaded the ancient capital of Beijing, then the incompetent Emperor Chongzhen committed suicide by throwing himself into a well, and then the Manchus marched across the Central Plains. In the entire Ming Dynasty, only Fujian was left.
General Zheng, the commander-in-chief, is still struggling to support himself.
When the news reached Luoxi, the entire Luoxi was in deep sorrow. 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.
, he walked into his father's study with firm steps.
"Father, I want to visit Fujian."
"My eyes are full of Qing soldiers, can you go?"
"Can't I go if you ask me to bring a folding spear and a belt-type soft sword?"
"You are surrounded by clear soldiers, can you defeat them?"
“‘Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country.’ Success or failure doesn’t matter, just do your best.”
"Every sight is full of Qing soldiers. Do you want to introduce Qing soldiers into our homeland?"
"Father, without a country, how can we have a home?"
Luo Qingyuan was silent for a long time. Luo Zhonglie knelt on the ground, waiting for his father's answer.
I don’t know when snowflakes started flying in the sky. The snowflakes covered the entire Luoxi, making the solemn Luoxi even more depressing. In the evening, Luoxi was already covered in silver makeup, Siyuan Pavilion was white, and the Luo Family Ancestral Hall
It is white, the square is white, the tile-roofed houses are white, the branches are white, the fields are white, even the hearts of Luoxi people are covered with a thick layer of white snow. Luo Qingyuan opened the window and looked at
Luo Xi, eyes full of white, looked at the rivers and mountains full of white, and lamented the four words "Muxue in Luoxi". Then, he walked to his son, leaned over to help him up, and said: "Get up, our Luo family
There has to be someone who can do his or her best 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.
At the fourth watch of the night, Luo Qingyuan took Xia Jie to see off his son Luo Zhonglie at the south gate. Just outside the south gate, by the Qianchuan River, under the ancient pine trees in the forest, Luo Qingyuan asked Xia Jie to deliver his son Luo Zhonglie.
A war horse, a spear, and a long sword.
"Lie'er, this Wuzui is a Mongolian horse. He has been following me for many years. He is very knowledgeable about human nature. This iron gun is foldable. When it is not open, it is the pole of this umbrella. It was forged by your Uncle Xia himself. This is
The long sword is an extremely flexible soft sword that can be worn as a belt around your waist when not in use. And this letter is a personal letter I wrote to General Zheng, the commander-in-chief of Fujian, when I was still leading the army.
I have a good relationship with General Zheng. When you arrive in Fujian, just show him my letter. Lie'er, your wife and children are under the care of your father, so you don't have to worry."
Luo Zhonglie knelt on his knees, took the letter, and said, "The child is unfilial!" Then he kowtowed three times.
Xia Jie walked up to Luo Zhonglie, handed him a pair of bows and arrows, and said, "Zhonglie, have you not forgotten the horse-head arrows that Uncle Xia taught you?"
Luo Zhonglie knelt down on one leg and took the bow and arrow, saying, "I will never forget you. Uncle Xia, I will ask you to take care of my father!"
"Get up and show respect to Mr. Luo," Xia Jie said.
After saying goodbye, Luo Zhonglie got on his horse, and the black horse's front legs were lifted off the ground, erect and neighing, as if saying goodbye to its old master, and then galloped away.
At this time, the heavy snow had stopped. Luo Qingyuan looked at Lie'er's retreating back, looked at the string of horse hoof prints going away, and refused to look back for a long time.
"Brother, come back."
"Jie Ge, we are getting old."
Qing soldiers were everywhere along the way. Luo Zhonglie marched day and night without stopping. Half a month later, he finally arrived at the gate of Jianzhou City.
"Who is under the city? Don't come any closer, otherwise random arrows will pierce your heart."
"Brother, please report to General Zheng. I have here a personal letter from my father to General Zheng."
"Send it up."
Luo Zhonglie inserted the letter into the flying knife and threw it. He heard a "swish" sound and the flying knife was stuck on the pillar of the tower. The captain on the tower took out the throwing knife and went straight to the general's mansion.
After a pack of cigarettes, many soldiers suddenly came to the city tower, with swords and guns standing in a row, and hundreds of arrows on the strings. Just when Luo Zhonglie was wondering, a captain on the city tower shouted: "Who is coming?"
"Luo Zhonglie, the second son of Luo Qingyuan."
"What happened?"
"Go to General Zheng, fight against the Qing army, and serve the country."
"Come up."
At this time, the suspension bridge was lowered and the city gate opened. Luo Zhonglie followed the group of people into the city and went straight to the general's mansion.
As soon as he entered the palace, a young general blocked the way and said: "Fight the Qing army and serve the country. Huh, what a big tone! What are your abilities? Do you know poetry and writing, or do you know how to use swords and guns?"
"When the national crisis is at hand, poems and books are known, but what about swords and guns?"
"How about swords and guns? Then you should pass my test first and then talk about it."
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. Before he could finish his words, the man drew his sword and stabbed Luo Zhonglie straight into the heart. Zhonglie sidestepped to avoid it, and the man flicked his wrist again. The long sword flashed with cold light, and the sword edge cut straight into Zhonglie.
Throat. Zhonglie tilted his head back, tightened his waist and legs, did a backflip, and at the same time pulled out the soft sword from his waist.
"As expected of the second young master of the Luo family, he has great skills!"
As soon as the young general finished speaking, he saw a man carrying a long spear, clapped his horse and said, "I've heard for a long time that the Luo family has great marksmanship, but I don't see Young Master Luo carrying a gun. How can I go into battle to kill the enemy?"
Zhonglie put away his soft sword, got on his horse, pulled out the handle of the umbrella on his back, and pulled it left and right, only to see a shining silver spear shining coldly in Zhonglie's hand.
"Hahaha." The man laughed loudly, clapped his horse, and pierced Zhonglie's throat with a spear. But Zhonglie didn't move at all. He waited until the tip of the spear was in front of him, then he raised the silver spear with both hands, and the spear tip moved with lightning speed.
The tip of the silver gun stuck to his ears, and then he moved it. The tip of the silver gun slid straight along the barrel of the incoming gun. There was a flash of sparks. The incoming man and horse had passed by, the gun had left his hand, and the incoming gun "swish" in the air.
"With a sound, it hit the roof beam, and the gun barrel trembled and buzzed.
"Hahaha, the Luo family's marksmanship is indeed amazing." Zhonglie looked for his reputation and saw an old general walking towards him with a big smile.
"This must be General Zheng. My nephew pays homage to General Zheng!" Zhonglie got off his horse and knelt down on one leg to pay homage to General Zheng.
"Okay, get up, let me introduce you." The general pointed to the young general and said, "He is the eldest son of Zheng Wu." Then the general pointed to the general who was riding a horse and dancing with a gun and said: "This
It’s my right-hand man Jiao Tianxiao.”
"I've seen the two generals." Zhonglie quickly clasped his hands and saw the two generals.
"How offended." The two men immediately returned the gesture with fists clasped.
After settling down in the General's Mansion, Luo Zhonglie accompanied General Zheng to inspect the defense every day. General Zheng indeed lived up to his reputation. He did manage the army well, and the morale of the army was high. Every soldier seemed to have eight big characters written on his face,
"Fight the Qing army, protect the homeland and the country." The sergeants were all gearing up. Some were waiting for the general's order, ready to attack the Qing army and kill the Manchus at any time; some were practicing hard every day, preparing to attack the Qing army once the Qing army attacked.
Just have a good battle with the Qing army. Even if you can't regain the country, you can still let the Qing soldiers taste the power of the Zheng family army. However, who would know that while everyone is waiting anxiously, the imperial court has secretly sent people to fight with the Qing army.
General Zheng contacted privately and said that as long as General Zheng gave up resistance, General Zheng could be made Marquis of Fujian, and the entire Fujian would still be ruled by General Zheng. Even Zheng Wu, the eldest son of Zheng, did not know this news. As an outsider, Luo Zhonglie
How can we know?
One day, General Zheng secretly summoned Luo Zhonglie.
Zhonglie came to the general's study in high spirits, dressed in military uniform.
"The foolish nephew meets with General Zheng."
"My dear nephew, please wake up. My nephew is full of passion for serving the country and has good martial arts skills. These days when he comes to my Zheng family, I have seen it in my eyes and am very happy in my heart. It has been a long time since I entrusted my nephew with an important responsibility. It is my uncle who
I am waiting for the opportunity. Now I have to go to the Qing court to deal with the Manchus to buy more time to consolidate the defense. But when I go, I am afraid that the Qing army will raid. Yongding in the west is an important pass for the Qing army to raid.
, once Yongding is lost, the whole of Fujian will be in danger. Looking at the wise nephew, who can defend Yongding?"
"Your Excellency, Zheng Wu, is brave, brave and strategic. With his persistence, I think the general can rest assured."
"This is wrong. Once I leave, who can defend Fuzhou?"
"It's still Zheng Wu."
"Zheng Wu guards Fuzhou, who guards Yongding?"
"Jiao Tianxiao can be guarded."
"Tianxiao defends Yongding, who can defend the coast? You are not competent in maritime defense. If you don't defend Yongding, who can defend it?"
"So, my foolish nephew has no choice but to do it."
"My dear nephew, I keep this dagger close to my body. When the whole army sees this sword, it is as if they see me. Hold it. If you take out this sword at a critical moment, no one will dare to disobey the order."
"Thank you, General!" Zhonglie knelt down on one leg, raised his hands high, took the dagger and tied it around his waist.
After Zhonglie received the order, he traveled through the starry night and rushed to Yongding. After explaining his intention to Zheng Wu who was guarding Yongding, Zheng Wu immediately rushed back to Fuzhou. Zhonglie was indeed bold in his work. He immediately went around to inspect the defense. After everything was arranged, he
Soldiers were summoned to the school grounds in Yongding City to prepare impassioned speeches to inspire military morale and unify public opinion.
For a moment, I saw the school field full of swords and guns. The sergeants were shining in silver armor. They were lined up horizontally and in rows. They were uniform and uniform. The Zheng family's military flag was flying high. After hearing the news, many people came to the school ground and gathered in the school ground eagerly.
Wait. Look at the commander Luo Zhonglie again. He is wearing a silver armor, a long sword hanging from his waist, wearing a black cloak, and holding a silver spear in his hand. The red tassel on his helmet is fluttering in the wind, and his eyes are resolute and bright. Zhonglie is walking firmly and steadily.
He strode up to the general's platform with a striding pace, held the silver spear in one hand, raised his arms high, and shouted: "Brothers of the Zheng family army, fellow villagers of Yongding City, I have been entrusted by General Zheng to stand firm with you.
Yongding, as long as the Manchus dare to attack, I will definitely vow to live and die with Yongding together with you."
"Fight the Manchus and defend Yongding!" General Zhang Yongji took the lead and shouted with arms raised.
"Fight the Manchus, defend Yongding! Fight the Manchus, 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.
At this time, Zhonglie raised his silver spear again. In an instant, all the soldiers and civilians stopped shouting, and a pair of passionate eyes stared at the commander-in-chief Luo Zhonglie.
"Brothers and fellow villagers, my father, Luo Qingyuan, an important official of the imperial court and the general who guarded Yanshan Pass, led more than a hundred members of the Luo family to the foothills of the Dabie Mountains when the traitorous officials in the imperial court were in power, and established a harmonious society for the Luo family.
In my happy homeland of Luoxi, I originally just wanted to hide in the mountains and live a peaceful life. Who would have thought that the captives wanted to devour the great rivers and mountains of China. Now the country is about to perish, and where is our family? Therefore, my father specially sent me, Luo Zhonglie, to travel thousands of miles to join Zhengzhou.
General, we are planning to restore the country. But now the Qing army has besieged Fujian, the last piece of land in China. It can be said that the eyes are full of Qing soldiers. Brothers and fellow villagers, if the Qing army wants to annex the last piece of land in China, it must
As soon as we open the gap in Yongding, we will definitely occupy the beautiful homes of my fellow villagers in Yongding, but will our Zheng Jiajun brothers agree?"
"No!" all the soldiers shouted in unison.
“Will our Yongding folks agree?”
"No!" all the villagers shouted in unison.
"Then, if the Manchus want to cross, let them step over the bones of our soldiers and civilians, let them step over the bones of me, Luo Zhonglie, we will defend Yongding and our homeland to the death!" Luo Zhonglie once again held up the silver coin.
Practice shooting, raise your arms and shout.
"Defend Yongding, defend your homeland! Defend Yongding, defend your homeland!" In an instant, the soldiers and civilians raised their arms and shouted in unison. The shouts resounded through the sky again and spread thousands of miles away.
Just when Luo Zhonglie was leading Yongding's army and people to strengthen defense day and night with excitement, General Zheng had been detained by the Qing court. The news spread to Fujian, and the entire Fujian suddenly lost its backbone. Before Zheng Wu could lead Jiao Tianxiao, Luo Zhonglie could unify the thoughts of the army and the people.
, the Qing army launched a massive attack, and Ninghua fell, Shaowu fell, and Fuding fell. The Qing army pushed straight into Fuzhou and besieged Yongding. In the entire Yongding, Luo Zhonglie could only rely on Luo Zhonglie to lead the soldiers and civilians to defend the isolated city.
On a dark and windy night, the Qing army launched a general attack on Yongding.
When Zhonglie stood on the city tower and commanded the battle, the Qing army fired thousands of arrows, and those rockets rained down on Yongding City like meteors. In an instant, a raging fire broke out in Yongding City, and his wife cried and his children screamed. It was too tragic to watch. Just when Zhonglie was there
When he stood proudly on the city tower, a rocket roared out and penetrated Zhonglie's left arm. Zhonglie bit it, pulled out the rocket, and led the army and civilians to kill the Qing soldiers who were attacking the city. The Qing soldiers climbed up the city like locusts.
Head, like a vicious wolf, rushed towards the city. For a moment, the clash of swords and guns, and the shouts of soldiers and civilians drowned the entire city.
A few hours later, corpses were strewn across the city, and rivers of blood flowed. A few more hours passed, and corpses were strewn throughout the city, and rivers of blood flowed. Zhonglie had no choice but to lead the few remaining soldiers and civilians to stand outside the city. But as soon as he left the city,
He was besieged by the Qing army in a forest again. Zhonglie shouted: "Brothers and fellow villagers, kill all the captives. We will never surrender." As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped his horse and took the lead in charging into the enemy group.
Zhonglie stabbed and scratched with a silver spear, knocking down seven or eight Qing soldiers in an instant. Just as Zhonglie was getting ready to kill, a hidden arrow came from behind and hit Zhonglie's right back. Zhonglie endured the huge pain.
He broke the arrow with his backhand, swung his spear to kill, scratched and scratched, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight Qing soldiers fell down. But no matter how brave and skillful Zhonglie was in fighting, and bravely killed the enemy, the arrows were helpless, and Zhonglie did not know when, in
After being hit by several arrows, he finally fell off his horse and fell into a pool of blood, unconscious.
In the early morning, thousands of rays of rays penetrated the dense green branches and leaves, illuminating the entire forest with glow. A few birds were playing and playing on the branches, and their crisp calls made the entire forest extremely peaceful. On the branches and leaves
The dewdrops were crystal clear under the rays of the sun, glistening and sliding down amidst the flapping of the birds, and quietly dripped on Zhonglie's face and into the mouth of the unconscious Zhonglie. The Wuzui horse was always waiting by his master's side.
, its snorting sound, moistened by dew, finally woke up the seriously injured Zhonglie. Zhonglie slowly opened his eyes, and then he realized that he was still alive in the world. Zhonglie moved his neck, and he saw corpses all over his eyes again.
, eyes full of blood, then he remembered the fierce battle last night. At this time, the Wuzui horse lay down, Zhonglie grabbed the silver spear beside him, and climbed onto the horse's back with difficulty. The Wuzui horse carefully carried its owner, and they went all the way.
He ran towards the depths of the jungle.
I don’t know how long Wu Zui Ma ran, and I don’t know how many times Zhong Lie fell into coma and woke up several times. At the side of a mountain stream, Wu Zui Ma leaned down and placed Zhong Lie gently beside the mountain stream.
The gurgling stream flowed gently among the rocks, and reached a small ridge. It suddenly fell down, making a tinkling sound, and then gathered into a small pool. The water in the pool was crystal clear, and there were even some small fish.
The little fish flicked its fins and tail and swam slowly, feeling uncomfortable. The Wuzui horse sucked the clean water from the small pool and sprayed it on Zhonglie's face. Zhonglie slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but shed tears when he saw this scene.
Thinking of his father, it was his father's sincere care that made him grow strong; it was his father's sincere teachings that made him love his country and protect his family. Now that his father is no longer around, his father's Wu Zima cares for him like his father.
Bei Zhi, how could this make him not miss his father and be grateful to him? In his hand, he was still holding the silver spear given to him by his father. Although he didn't know how many times he was unconscious while riding the horse, the spear was always in his mind.
Holding it tightly in his hand, this is the silver-trained spear passed down to him by his father, the fighting passion passed down to him by his father, and the ambition to serve the country passed down by his father. Zhonglie stared at the silver-trained spear for a long time, and his blood began to boil again.
, his life began to burn again. He struggled to sit up, put down his spear, slowly climbed to the edge of the small pool, picked up the clear pool water, splashed it on his face and body, and the boundless coolness suddenly spread throughout
His whole body. He scooped up the pool water again and drank it. He began to feel that his internal organs began to operate again, and his spirit was also shaken. He looked around, this was a green old forest, and countless animals were born in the old forest.
Life, big and small, lives endlessly in the old forest, each blooming with the brilliance of life.
When Zhonglie accidentally saw the hare in the grass, he remembered the hunting his father taught him when he was a child, and the hunger in his belly. So he quietly walked to the Wuzui horse, took off the bow and arrow from the saddle, and
He drew his bow and took aim, with the arrow on the string. There was a "whoosh" sound, and the hare fell down. Zhonglie smiled slightly, patted the Wuzui horse and said, "Go and eat something." The Wuzui horse kicked its steps and went to eat grass. Zhonglie
You walked to the grass, picked up the hare, and started to pick up dead branches and hit stones to make a fire. After a few bags of cigarettes, a fragrant roasted hare was ready. Zhonglie wolfed down the roasted hare. The rabbit meat
As soon as Zhonglie fell asleep, he immediately felt that he was a hero again. He took off his armor, endured the great pain, rolled up his cloth, picked up the pool water and carefully cleaned the wound. He took out the dagger given to him by General Zheng and gouged out the body.
The blood slowly dyed the clear pool water red. He tore the cloth on his body into strips and tied the wound tightly. After everything was taken care of, he felt the pain in his back again, but he couldn't take it out.
He had to wash the arrow with water, tear off a long strip of cloth, and tie the wound. Zhonglie stood up, grabbed the silver spear, called back the black horse, got on the horse, and rode towards the outside of the old forest.
Zhonglie walked through the forest like this, drinking water from mountain streams when he was thirsty, and eating fish in the water, birds on branches, and rabbits in the bush when he was hungry. However, after walking for several days, he still could not see the end of the forest. Although he had no worries about eating and drinking in the forest.
, but the injuries on his body could not be healed, especially the arrow on his back that could not be removed. In addition, the humidity in the forest and the hot and humid weather in the south meant that the wounds would inevitably become infected and inflamed. The severe inflammation began to slowly consume his physical energy, and he began to feel headaches constantly.
The fever was rising, and no matter how much he drank the sweet stream water, his mouth was still dry. Then he began to feel dizzy, and his whole person began to become confused. Gradually, he felt that the silver gun in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.
Even though he was riding on the horse, he still felt his legs were weak, and even though the forest was filled with rays of light, he still felt that his eyes were in a trance. Despite this, he still rode on the horse and continued to move forward.
Time passed quietly little by little, and his life was also lost little by little. He began to wonder, would I not die on the battlefield where corpses are everywhere, but would I die in this mountain forest where all life gathers? He gritted his teeth and tried to keep his eyes open.
Eyes, he kept reminding himself not to fall down or fall asleep. However, he reluctantly felt the weight of his body. No matter how he reminded himself, he even scolded himself for being so weak in perseverance and insulted his will.
So weak, he still began to lie on the horse's back unconsciously.
Everyone's life comes from the same birth, and everyone's life will also have the same peaceful rest, but lives are different, and their resting methods are also different. Luo Zhonglie originally wanted to collapse on the battlefield to comfort himself
He is full of life and full of passion, but now it seems that he is afraid that he will fall down like a disease-ridden wild sheep in the mountain forest where there are many splendid lives. Thinking about it this way, he feels that it is better not to escape from the mountain of corpses.
Wake up, because falling down like that should be the true destination of a life like his.
Just as the frail hero Luo Zhonglie felt his life gradually passing away in a daze, a voice awakened the fire of Zhonglie's life again.
"Help!" That was a hopeless voice shouting. It was a hopeless life calling. It was the cry of that hopeless voice that turned another hopeless life into a wolf. It was that hopeless life.
The call of life awakened the light of life in another hopeless life. Zhonglie suddenly sat up from his horse and looked around. No, no, a tiger was rushing toward an old farmer carrying a medicine basket. It was too late to tell.
, at that time, Zhonglie stretched out his bow and nocked an arrow, and used both arms to exert force. The bow was like a full moon, and the arrow flew as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the arrow was unbiased, and it hit the front paw of the tiger that was rushing towards the old farmer. The tiger
Landing with a bang, he looked around and saw a man on horseback glaring angrily. He immediately roared and walked towards Zhonglie with his injured leg. Zhonglie immediately straightened his back, holding a silver spear in his hand, and stared at the tiger. At this time, the two pairs of eyes met.
Vision is a fierce battle between two lives. Who will live and who will die will happen in an instant. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, the tiger is getting closer and closer, Zhonglie and Wu Zima still remain unmoved. Five
One step, six steps, seven steps, the tiger was right in front of him, Zhonglie suddenly clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the Wuzui horse immediately ran towards the tiger like lightning. Just when the tiger was frightened by the sudden actions of Zhonglie and Wuzui horse,
At this time, Zhonglie held the silver spear with both hands and used all his strength to stab the tiger suddenly. He only heard a "pop" sound and the spear penetrated deeply into the tiger's belly. However, Zhonglie was also knocked down from his horse by the spear and was hit hard.
He fell to the ground and fell in front of the tiger. Zhonglie quickly stood up and was about to pull out the long sword from his waist with one hand, but when he saw the tiger with the spear inserted in his body, he just glared angrily, and did not see the tiger making any move forward.
Intention. Zhonglie pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and stared into the tiger's eyes. The tiger's eyes slowly dimmed, like a bright lamp. As the fuel ran out, the light slowly dimmed and became fainter.
, slowly extinguished. This was the first time Zhonglie saw so clearly that a life was slowly dying, and a brave man was slowly disappearing. When the tiger slowly fell down, Zhonglie also felt that his eyes were getting blurry.
He began to shift from feeling the passing of another life to feeling his own life fading away. He took a hard look at Wu Zima, a hard look at the mountains and forests, and thought hard about his father and Luo Xi. After that, he
He lay down weakly. The sky in front of him began to become empty, and the branches and leaves in front of him began to become blurred. He finally felt the weight 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 light of your life to defeat the tiger and save the old farmer. Although it is not as pleasant as dying on the battlefield, it is still more joyful than falling down like a disease-ridden wild sheep.
Thousands of miles away, when Luo Qingyuan learned about the fall of Fujian, he began to worry about his beloved son; when Luo Qingyuan learned that Yongning, guarded by Zhonglie, had fallen, he began to feel proud of his beloved son;
After the Qing court discovered that Luo Zhonglie, the general guarding Yongning, was the son of Luo Qingyuan, he began to make preparations for his homeland.
One afternoon five days later, a young life opened his eyes again. He was Luo Zhonglie, the second son of the Luo family.
Zhonglie opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed in a simple wooden house. The soft sunlight shone from the window to the bedside. In the brilliance of the sunlight, he clearly saw a few small insects flying around, enjoying themselves.
Enjoying the joy of life. There is also a fly, which is parked on the bedside, rubbing its tiny front legs quickly, and twisting its dark red head from time to time. Its life is at its peak.
The joyful songs of these little lives in front of him gave Zhonglie the idea of getting up and moving. Zhonglie sat up and found that he was no longer so weak. So he put on his shoes and walked out of the cabin. Outside the cabin, the sun was shining brightly and the trees were
The greenery was green, bees were flying, butterflies were dancing, and birds were chirping. Zhonglie couldn't help but stretch his arms and kick his legs. He was surprised to find that his back no longer hurt. He lifted up his cloth and saw that his wounds had been bandaged again, and they were no longer painful.
It hurt again. Yes, his life had regained its vitality again. So he wanted to do a set of punches to completely move his somewhat stiff body.
Zhonglie 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 Luo Zhonglie's strong posture, he suddenly leaned down and struck directly with one fist; sometimes he stepped forward and punched forward with both fists; suddenly he jumped
He stood up, with his feet on the sky; suddenly rolled, pushed with his palms and struck with his elbows. Dozens of moves in a row, he was skilled and coherent, light and powerful. But he still felt that it was not enough, so he returned to the wooden house and found his long sword and
Silver spear. He first performed a set of sword skills, swish, swish, and only the cold light shone. Then he danced with the spear, whirring, and the silver spear and the person were perfectly integrated.
"Okay, okay!"
Zhonglie turned around and saw the old farmer who was carrying a medicine basket and was cheering. He immediately knelt down and clasped his fists, saying, "Thank you uncle for saving my life!"
"Get up, get up, I haven't thanked you for saving my life yet." The old farmer quickly stepped forward to help Zhonglie up and said, "Young man, your injury hasn't healed yet, so you can't make such a big move."
"Thank you uncle for your care."
"I don't know your surname yet."
"The junior's surname is Luo and his name is Zhonglie."
"Ah, it turns out to be General Luo who is guarding Yongning. How disrespectful!"
"I dare not. Uncle, can you tell me where I am?"
"This is Nanling, across from Yongning. Besides, Fujian has been lost. You'd better stay healthy here first before making any plans."
"Yes, this junior will follow uncle's arrangements."
"Come, let's go inside and talk. I'll make you something to eat. You need to recuperate."
"Thank you, uncle!"
A month later, Luo Zhonglie's injury had completely healed. After saying goodbye to his uncle, Zhonglie dressed in civilian clothes, rode a black horse, and followed the road pointed by his uncle, preparing to rush back to Luoxi.
One day at noon, 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 very lively. The vegetable sellers were chatting with people, and the cloth sellers were talking.
Bargaining with people, the pot selling snacks is steaming, the tofu seller is shouting, someone is placing bets in the gambling house, someone is booking a room in the inn, a child is swallowing saliva in front of the candy man stall, and the fortune teller is on the bench
The old man was asking about good or bad luck, and even the beggars were busy bowing to the kindhearted people who gave away copper coins. The whole ancient town was not only lively, but also very peaceful. People seemed to have forgotten the war and had boundless peace. This reminded Luo Zhonglie of Luo Xi
, judging from this, Luo Xi’s family must be safe and sound. Zhonglie calmed down, walked into a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, drank a pot of wine, and ate several large bowls of rice, then stood up to pay the bill and turned over
Mount your horse and rush home happily.
One evening half a month later, Luo Zhonglie had already seen the mountains of Luoxi from a distance. Although it was getting late, Zhonglie was still eager to return, and he was still running wildly. He planned to return home and rest again. In the middle of the night, Zhonglie had already
In the woods outside the east gate of Luoxi, I saw the loyal soldiers of Luoxi's city wall, and they rode excitedly towards the east gate. Suddenly, several figures flashed out of the forest.
"Stop, who is it?" the leader shouted. Zhonglie reined in the reins and took a closer look. No, it was a Qing soldier. Zhonglie turned his horse's head, but he was blocked by Qing soldiers behind him. Zhonglie looked again and saw that he had already
He was surrounded by Qing troops. Zhonglie thought that Luo Xi was in trouble, so he decided to break out of the siege and return home. But then he thought again, wouldn't he be in trouble if he rushed into the house like this?
Family? So he decided to fight out first, not go home for a while, and make plans later. Thinking of this, Zhonglie picked up his silver spear, cut a gap, and fled eastward.
Zhonglie went around a long circle, crossed the Tianhe River, and came to the west gate. He decided to sneak home from here to see what was going on. Since the west gate was very hidden, no Qing soldiers were found here. Zhonglie shouted to open the city gate and finally returned.
Arriving in Luoxi after a long absence, Zhonglie came to his father's house and met with his father and mother. After greeting him, Zhonglie saw his father sitting there with a frown on his face.
"Father, why are there Qing soldiers outside the city?"
The father was silent.
Zhonglie quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Father, the Qing army must have known about the child, right?"
Father remained silent.
"Father, the child is responsible for his own work. The one they want to kill is the child. The child will go out to fight with the Manchus. Please don't worry, father."
Luo Qingyuan stood up and helped his beloved son up, and said: "Son, you are a hero of the country, and you are also my father's child. How can my father let you come out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth again?"
"Father, my child is unfilial. Why shouldn't he put our whole family in danger just for himself?"
"Stop talking, it seems you can't stay in this house any longer. You go back and say goodbye to your wife and children. My father will send you out of the city tonight."
"Father, there are all Qing soldiers outside, and they will not give up."
"Son, as long as you don't show up, they won't do anything to us, so you can go with peace of mind."
"But……"
"Okay, stop talking and go back." The father waved his hand and turned around.
Seeing that Zhonglie couldn't resist his father, he had to get up and go home.
When Zhonglie returned home, his wife and three children were already asleep. Seeing that her husband was back, the wife immediately got up and hugged him tightly, sobbing softly and saying, "I thought I would never see you again?" After that,
He buried his head deeply in his husband's arms and never wanted to get up. Zhonglie hugged his wife tightly and remained silent for a long time. At this moment, his heart was extremely conflicted. His wife's long sobs deeply touched his heart. He knew
, a young wife cannot live without her husband, and the life of a wife without her husband will be difficult. However, what makes him even more reluctant to let go are his underage children. Zhonglie looked at the three sleeping children lying on the bed.
He has two children, thinking that if they don't have their father in the future, their growing lives will be so incomplete. His heart softens. He wants to give up the so-called ambition of a man. He wants to stay with his wife and children safely.
Until the end of his life, he wanted to see his wife's smile when she brought tea when he was busy in the fields. He wanted to take his children to fish and catch shrimps in Qianchuan. He thought... Zhonglie's heart could not be calm for a long time, but he thought,
I have to survive, not for myself, but for my wife and children.
At dawn, his father and Uncle Xia knocked on Zhonglie's door. Zhonglie knew that his father had come to see him off the city, so he quickly comforted 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 and walked towards the west gate. Zhonglie walked behind his father with a silver gun and a long sword. Uncle Xia followed closely with the Wuzui horse. Who was there along the way?
No words were spoken, just walking silently. The fields in Luoxi were full of lush wheat seedlings. The wheat seedlings nodded frequently under the gentle breeze of the night, as if the people of Luoxi were paying tribute to Zhonglie. Zhonglie was walking in the familiar fields.
, I can’t help but think to myself, Luo Xi, I will come back. You are my home. Here are my parents, brothers, my wife and children. I will definitely return to your arms and be with you in another spring.
Enjoy the peace and tranquility of life.
Not long after, Ximen was in front of him. At this time, a dark shadow flashed from the roadside. Looking at the familiar figure, Zhonglie knew that it was his mother. His mother handed Zhonglie a bundle and whispered: "My son, I am alone outside.
, be careful of everything.”
"Mother, my child is unfilial, please bear with me." Zhonglie knelt down, holding his mother's hand, and stayed up for a long time.
The mother stroked Zhonglie's head, burst into tears, and finally said intermittently: "Son, remember what mom said, you must come back alive..."
"I remember, kid." Luo Zhonglie, a seven-foot-tall man with strong bones, couldn't help but shed a lot of tears.
"Let's go, it's almost dawn," my father said.
Uncle Xia led the Wuzui horse to Zhonglie, asked the gatekeeper to open the city gate, and said: "Zhonglie, take care!"
Luo Zhonglie nodded, got on 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 hill in the forest and hid, preparing to attack
Carefully observe the movements of the Qing army before making plans.
When the sun was rising, a group of Qing soldiers arrived at the south gate of Luoxi. Zhonglie looked carefully and saw that the formation was not small, about two to three hundred people. The leading Qing general rode to the bottom of the city tower and shouted loudly to the top of the city tower.
: "People above listen, ask your Luo Qingyuan to respond."
As soon as he was waiting to smoke, Zhonglie saw his father appear on the city tower in military uniform. Since his father resigned, Zhonglie had never seen his father wearing this military uniform. Today, his father wore this armor to meet the Qing general. Could it be that his father wanted to bring Luo Zhonglie with him?
The soldiers of the family fought a decisive battle with the Qing army. Thinking of this, Zhonglie could not help but tremble in his heart. Fortunately, he did not go far, otherwise, the child would be really unfilial.
"Luo Qingyuan, the ten days we agreed on have come. Hand over your bastard, or I will attack the city."
"We don't know yet whether the dog is dead or alive. Since the time has come, we don't need to worry about him. The ancients said, 'It is the father's fault if a son fails to teach.' I will repay the trouble my child has caused."
Well, I beg you, general, not to embarrass my family."
"It's easy to say, how can you return it?"
At this time, Zhonglie saw his father pull out the long sword from his waist, put it on his neck, and said, "I am willing to die to apologize." After saying that, he was about to kill himself with his sword, but he saw Uncle Xia stepping forward.
In front of him, he took his father's hand and said, "Brother, you absolutely must not!"
When Zhonglie saw this, he knew something was wrong. He immediately got on his horse, holding a spear in his hand, and shouted: "Father——" He slapped his horse and rushed down the hill, heading straight for the Qing general.
Zhonglie pulled the reins at the foot of the city tower, raised his gun and pointed it at the Qing general and said: "Many thieves, I, Luo Zhonglie, do things for myself and others. If you are a real man, please don't embarrass my family."
"Lie'er——" Zhonglie looked back and saw his father calling him. He immediately got off his horse, knelt down and worshiped, and said, "Father, my child is unfilial." After saying that, he picked up his spear, got on his horse, patted his horse and went to kill the Qing general.
The two men went back and forth, with guns and knives, for more than 20 rounds. At this time, the Qing general was eager to win, and once again brandished his sword and struck Zhonglie in the middle. This time, Zhonglie did not block it with his gun, but walked to the left.
He grabbed the saddle, hid sideways on the horse, held the spear tightly in his right hand, followed the Qing general's momentum, thrust the spear under the horse's head, and stabbed the Qing general in the thigh. The Qing general screamed and fell off the horse.
He stood up, reined in his horse's head, and used both hands to stab the Qing general lying on the ground with his spear.
"Fire arrows." At this moment, the Qing soldiers fired thousands of arrows and shot directly at Zhonglie. Zhonglie had to put his gun back to block the arrows, but one arrow still hit Zhonglie's left arm.
"Lie'er, go quickly!" his father shouted.
Zhonglie turned around and glanced at his father and then at Luo Xi. He knew that if he did not die today, Luo Xi would not be safe, his parents would not be safe, his brothers would not be safe, and his wife and children would not be safe. Zhonglie gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow on his left arm, raised his gun and shot the horse.
He ran straight towards the Qing army.
"Fire the arrow."
Thousands of arrows were fired, and the black horse fell.
Zhonglie stood up, drew his gun and ran towards the Qing army.
"Fire the arrow."
Thousands of arrows were fired, and two arrows hit Zhonglie's chest at the same time. Zhonglie covered his chest with his left hand, and stabbed the spear into the ground with his right hand to support his body.
"Fire the arrow."
Thousands of arrows were fired, and three more arrows hit Zhonglie, but Zhonglie still stood like a pine tree.
I don’t know how many generations Luo Zhonglie is my ancestor, but I have seen his spiritual tablet in Luo’s ancestral hall. I don’t know how I should pay respect to this ancestor of mine, but I have paid homage to him in Luo’s ancestral hall and it is still in the cabinet today.
I saw with my own eyes that the six-zhi arrows preserved in the library were rusty.