Into Unscientific Chapter 158

  Chapter 158 The Brightest Light in the Late Northern Song Dynasty (5.6K)

   "Straight mother 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 speaker was a middle-aged scribe in his forties, not tall, with a beard.

  The clothing material is also relatively ordinary, the whole person is ordinary, nothing special.

  The scribe stood about two figures behind Xu Yun, no wonder he could hear his words so clearly.

   Seeing Xu Yun looking at him, the scribe who felt a little gaffe scribbled his hands at Xu Yun to express his apology.

  Xu Yun also smiled at him politely, without complaining too much.

   As a fan who has witnessed the local Beijing-Shanghai war, he has experienced many fan farces in later generations.

  Actually, this is not outrageous in China. Some derbies in foreign countries are called exciting. The riot police have to arrange a lot of them, and sometimes even cause riots.

   In the final analysis, it is just a bit superior. The atmosphere of Cuju in the Song Dynasty was strong, and it is normal for the imperial guards in Beijing to be somewhat loyal.

  So Xu Yun didn't pay too much attention to this matter, turned around and continued to watch the game.

  Seeing that the Beijing Central Guards he supported lost a point, Zhang San beside Xu Yun was no longer as relaxed as in the beginning.

  I saw him holding on to Bojian's ticket tightly, and shouting along with other fans around:

   "Pile up, base up!"

   "Continue to level up quickly!"

   In this oppressive atmosphere, the Beijing-China Forbidden Army kicked off the ball again at the center line.

   Maybe there was an exchange after losing the ball.

  Compared to the previous transmission, the actions of the Beijing-China Forbidden Army this time are much simpler.

  Standard full line pressing, wide opening and closing.

  In just five minutes.

  The Beijing Central Forbidden Army organized three attacks again, and they got closer to the goal each time.

   "Oh, just a little bit!"

  After Ma Zeben failed with a header, although Zhang San was a little annoyed, he couldn't help being more optimistic:

   "Brother Wang, if the game continues like this, the Imperial Guards in Beijing will be able to continue to tie the score soon."

  But to his surprise, Xu Yun shook his head slowly:

   "I don't think so."

   Zhang San is a child after all, and Xu Yun has never put on airs in front of him, so he was a little unconvinced immediately, and asked:

   "Brother Wang, what do you say?"

  Xu Yun used his chin to nuzzle the backcourt of Nu Jing's forbidden army, pointed to several positions and said:

   "The cooperation between Zuo Peng and Zheng Xie seems to be a bit unsmooth, especially Zuo Peng, who lost the ball many times under the double team of the opponent.

  If it weren't for the rest of the team to fill in, the offensive might have stopped long ago.

   As for Zhengxie.

  It looks like a tall man with a strong defense, but it moves very slowly, while the ball heads and players of the Western Army are extremely fast.

  If the opponent focuses on Xiao Kuai Ling, there may be some accidents. "

   After Xu Yun finished speaking, he shook his head with a not very optimistic expression.

  The Zuo Peng in his mouth refers to the players in the backcourt among the players.

  The function is biased towards defense, but it cannot use the arms to block the opponent's players like the front and back, mainly to play a transitional effect from defense to offense.

  According to the functions of football in later generations, about 50% of them are close to the nature of'back midfielder'.

   Back waist Back waist, as the name suggests.

  It is as important as a person's waist.

   If the waist is straight.

  The whole person can stand upright and move freely and agilely.

   But if the waist is soft.

   Then the whole person will be depressed and even lose the ability to move.

   In Xu Yun's opinion.

  Zuo Peng of the Beijing Chinese Banner Army seems to be a little out of touch technically, that is to say, he can't protect the ball, and he can only pass the ball in a hurry when he is slightly pressed.

  As for the other one

  This person reminded Xu Yun of Niu Kuier from Manchester United.

   Tall, turning around as slow as 0.25 times speed, known as turning around like an aircraft carrier.

  Therefore, when these two positions are added together, there is a possibility of a high position to press down the ball and let the opponent hit the ball behind.

  After listening to Xu Yun's analysis, before Zhang San had time to express, a voice of admiration suddenly sounded from beside him:

   "What a little quickie!"

  Xu Yun followed the trend, and was immediately amused—it was none other than the middle-aged scribe again.

   Seeing Xu Yun staring at him, the middle-aged scholar bowed to him again, but this time his attitude was much more formal:

   "This young man has only a few words, but every word hits the point. He will make a rash of mistakes in the next moment. Please forgive me."

  Xu Yun hurriedly smiled back and saluted.

  From the perspective of fans, it is a very comfortable thing whether in ancient or modern times, if one's own views can be accepted by passers-by.

  The middle-aged scribe seemed interested in making friends with Xu Yun, and said:

   "Dare to ask the public"

   As a result, before he finished speaking, there was another exclamation on the court.

   I saw that Gao Shu, the kicker of the Jing Squadron, had just received the ball and was about to organize an attack, but two menacing enemy ball threats appeared in front of him, as if I was going to overthrow you.

   Seeing this, Gao Shu had no choice but to kick the ball to the backcourt, and was going to arrange it through his left friend Shen Wenyao.

  However, just as the ball rolled towards Zuo Peng.

  Several players of the Western Army picked up speed again, and rushed to Zuo Peng of the Western Army desperately, making it clear that they wanted to close the door and attack.

  Jing Zhongjun Zuo Peng was shocked when he saw this situation, and quickly transferred the ball to Zheng Xie who was further back.

  As a result, due to too much pressure, Zuo Peng's power and accuracy of throwing the ball went a little bit wrong, and Zheng Yan 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 Zheng Xie, there is another blue figure running fast!

  This person is impressively

  Western Army ball head!

   That is, the only player besides Ma Zeben who is qualified to attack the goal!

   I saw that one was fast and the other was slow, and in contrast to each other, the movements of the Jing Squadron were like an old cow chewing grass.

   But with the effort of turning around and exerting force, he was overtaken by Xijun's ball head.

   It's another one-off!

  The next thing is very simple.

  Xijun dribbled the ball for a while like last time, and calmly scored with a low shot from a close angle!

  2-0!

  See this scenario.

  The audience in the stands suddenly erupted into angry shouts and curses, and the emotions in it even far exceeded the first time.

   "Blanch!"

   "Huang Bo, I'm so **** up! Is all your strength in the hook?"

   "Silly Niaojing Squadron!"

  Beside Xu Yun, Zhang San opened his mouth weakly, but did not speak.

  He felt that the six cents he pressed down were slowly moving away from him.

   "Hey, young master, you really hit the spot."

  The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but sighed and shook his head, as if thinking of something again, he said:

   "From this point of view, this year's 23rd Grand Competition (the 24th Road will only be available in 1106), the Imperial Army in Beijing seems to have no hope."

   Zhang San on the side heard the words, and subconsciously answered:

   "But Jingzhong Cuwu changed coaches last year, and I heard that they are still famous teachers from Damingfu."

  The middle-aged scribe glanced at him and said with a sneer:

   "The Yamen of Cuju may be blamed on the special department, and the special department is responsible for one after another. How can it be said? Change the soup but not the medicine!"

   "Guo Zizhi also told me: 'In the past, I held evil in the Hu banner? I was also the teacher of the tiger and ben of the Daming Mansion! How can you do anything good?' Now how can I do Cuju?"

   "The tomb is arched and Shen Wenyao dares to serve Zuo Peng, can he do anything?"

   "Otherwise, I will wear a pot."

  The scribe finally sighed and said pessimistically:

   "No sun will lose to Daizhou, Dengzhou, Yue, and Fangla, so we can't look back."

  Xu Yun: "."

   Sure enough.

  No matter which era it is, the fans are always the same when they spray

  The Chinese scribe then glanced at the dejected Jingzhong players in the center of the field, and said to Xu Yun:

   "I'm afraid that the Beijing Squadron has no chance of winning today, but it is considered lucky to meet someone who understands the game. My surname is Zong Mingze, and my name is Rulin. Dare I ask your son's name?"

   "Under the Wang Lin, word. Um, wait?!"

  Xu Yun was quite interested in this time-traveling golfer, but he just introduced himself without two words, and suddenly his eyes widened:

   "Wait, what is the name of Mr.?"

  The middle-aged scribe smiled casually. He thought that Xu Yun couldn't hear himself clearly because the scene was too noisy, so he repeated:

   "In Xia Zongze, named Rulin, now doing some business in Laizhou."

  Xu Yun's breathing was slightly stagnant, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and asked again:

   "Dare to ask, are you a Jinshi in the sixth year of Yuanyou?"

  Zong Ze let out a light sigh when he heard the words, looked at Xu Yun in surprise, and asked:

   "My lord, have you ever heard of my humble name?"

  Xu Yun's pupils shrank heavily.

  Mom.

  Mom!

  I went out to watch a football game by myself, but I met Zong Ze? ? ? ?

  If we say that Wang Bao and his son, who died in the battle in Taiyuan and vowed not to surrender, are the stars twinkling in the dark sky at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty.

   Then Zongze is undoubtedly the supernova that exploded in the starry sky during the Song Dynasty!

   Actually.

  It is somewhat similar to Wang Zhi. Before the Jingkang Incident, Zong Ze was just an ordinary official who was suppressed by treacherous officials.

  He is a Jinshi in the sixth year of Yuanyou, and has served as magistrate many times.

  Although every time he goes to a place and serves as an official, he can benefit one party and have outstanding political achievements.

  But before 1126, the highest official position was the Dengzhou General Judge.

  But when the Jin soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty, Zong Ze, who was in his sixties, seemed to be a different person, displaying his extremely strong military talent.

  In the winter of 1126, Jin soldiers besieged Bianjing.

   Mentioned before.

  Among the established troops, only Zhang Shuye led 30,000 King Qin.

  In the unorganized rebel army, Zong Ze organized the largest civilian relief force.

   At that time, he led his troops to intercept the Jinbing's retreat, and defeated the Jinbing one after another along the way.

  In 1127, he won all 13 battles with the Jinren in Kaide, and defeated the strongest Jin Wushu cavalry of the Jin army in PY, without any defeat.

  Later, the Jin people called Zongze, and they always called him Grandpa Zong.

  Nevertheless Song Qinzong was cowardly and incompetent, and surrendered to the Jin army Kaicheng early in Bianjing, what can you say?

  Later, Zongze heard that Jin Bing threatened Hui and Qin emperors to go north, and immediately led his troops to Huazhou, passed through Liyang, and arrived at Daming.

  He wanted to cross the Yellow River directly, control the retreat of the Jin people, and intercept the Hui and Qin emperors.

   However, none of King Qin's soldiers arrived. Zhao Gou sent another letter, saying forget it, let's press B to go back to the city first, and the big dragon and the small dragon will be lost

  After Zhao Gou ascended the throne, Zong Ze published more than 20 memorials, asking Zhao Gou to return to Beijing, but was always blocked by treacherous minister Huang Qianshan and others.

   Zongze had no choice but to garrison in Bianjing by himself, and called for millions of rebels with his own strength-this part of the rebels became one of the main forces of the rebels formed by Yue Fei later.

  That's right, Yue Fei.

  This well-known national hero is also one of the talents discovered by Zongze:

  When Yue Fei violated the military law and left Wang Yan's team, it was Zong Ze who came forward to save him and made him perform his crimes and meritorious deeds.

  Finally trained Yue Fei to become a famous anti-golden hero in the Southern Song Dynasty and became his successor.

  It's a pity that Zhao Gou, a wonderful teammate, only knows how to enjoy himself, and Zong Ze became sick with worry and anger because of being treated coldly for a long time, and he developed a malignant sore on his back.

  July 29, 1128, the last day of Zongze's life.

  Zong Ze, who was on his deathbed, didn't say a word about family affairs, and his words were all about the Northern Expedition.

  He yelled "Cross the river! Cross the river! Cross the river!" and then he died at the age of 70.

  Just like a supernova explosion cannot completely illuminate the night.

  Although Zongze has erupted the brightest light in his life, he still cannot change the fate of the dying country.

  All he can do is use his heart and soul to make that humiliating history less dark

  Think here.

  Xu Yun's chest heaved heavily, and after forcing himself to calm down, he said to Zong Ze:

   "Mr. Ru Lin, the younger generation's name is Wang Lin, and his style name is Xiaochun. He is a visitor to Duke Zhao's residence. He has heard the master mention his name."

   "Mr. Zhao?"

  Zong Ze stroked his beard, recalled briefly, and said:

   "Could it be the crown prince Taibao, Su Song and Su Zirong?"

  Xu Yun nodded:

   "Exactly."

  Zong Ze finally revealed his face, and said with some emotion:

   "It turned out to be Mr. Zirong's doorman. At the beginning, Mr. Zirong had met me several times. I never thought that after a few years, Mr. Zirong would still remember me as the door god."

   Then Xu Yun thought about it and asked:

   "The younger generation has heard from the master before that Mr. Ru Lin seems to be an official in another place. I don't know how he can meet in Beijing today?"

  Zong Ze shook his head with a gloomy face upon hearing the words, but did not speak.

  What Xu Yun didn't know was.

  Zong Ze served as the county magistrate of Longyou, Quzhou more than two years ago.

  However, he had offended Wu Chuhou once, so in the end all he had to wait for was to return to Beijing for an appointment, and he was transferred to Laizhou Glue, where he continued to be the county magistrate.

   And because of this.

  He only came to Jucheng to watch the game today. He wanted to relax and relax, but he didn't expect to encounter a defeat.

   While Xu Yun was chatting with Zong Ze.

   In the surrounding auditorium, there was another burst of cursing.

  Xu Yun followed the trend and looked towards the field.

as predicted.

  3-0, still the points obtained through high pressing.

  See this scenario.

   Zhang San, who felt deeply hopeless in his career, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

  I saw him holding the ticket tightly, leaning forward vigorously, clenched his right hand and raised his fist high, and shouted to the audience around him:

   "Refund the code, get your money back!"

   "The thieves are playing with the Beijing army, what a **** bad luck!"

  By the fence outside Jucheng.

  Zhang San kicked away a stone, and followed Xu Yun with a face full of resentment, muttering non-stop:

   "Missing six goals, it's really shameless, I think the girls in the hook are better than them!"

   Not long ago.

  After losing the third goal, the Beijing Central Forbidden Army completely lost their fighting spirit.

  During the remaining time, the Western Army seized the opportunity and scored three goals from the ball head.

   This so-called duel between the two armies finally came to an end with a score of 6-0.

  Actually, Zhang San was so depressed, not simply because he lost six cents.

  As a substitute servant of the Su Mansion, this is at most his supper money.

  He engages in gambling before the game, purely for more fun and to make the process more exciting.

  But Zhang San was very upset when he was dunked several times in his own home court.

  Based on today's performance, by next year's various Cuju competitions, the Beijing-China Forbidden Army will probably be at the bottom again.

  Compared to Zhang San beside him, Xu Yun's emotions are not so complicated, it seems plain.

   Firstly, he has no affection for the Forbidden Army in Beijing, and secondly, it is because he puts all his attention on Zongze

   The reader group will be reopened in these two days. I don't have any opinion on pushing other books in the group. I am also chasing many books, but I don't know what I think about voting for other books and making videos.

  (end of this chapter)

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