BSI Chapter 76, No means no.
Chapter 76, No means no.
Finally, as for whether the battle has ended, you could say it has, but you also have to say it hasn't. Because fighting is different from being on a battlefield. Without people dying, it's naturally difficult to determine a winner. Some people are beaten to the point of temporarily losing their fighting ability, but after resting for a while, they can rejoin the battle.
By the end of the fight, almost everyone was exhausted, sitting there panting heavily. Lin Zhou's face was swollen, and he sat there with a half-burnt cigarette lit, unable to even lift his hand.
Most others are in the same situation; how can you determine who wins and who loses? Naturally, you can't.
But after this battle, the bravery and skill of the Jin soldiers need no further explanation. Their fearlessness and unity truly proved their ability to take over half of the country. But what impressed people more in this battle was the young Song soldiers who had been called cowards by the people for many years.
Their fighting spirit was no less than that of the Jin soldiers. Even though most of them were just sons of civil officials temporarily brought in to make up the ranks of military officers, they did not disgrace the Song Dynasty in today's battle.
The cheers from the sidelines went from booing when they were initially losing to a unified wave of encouragement, revealing the resentment in the hearts of those watching the spectacle.
Zhao Gou had already left, but Han Shizhong remained. He turned back and exchanged a glance with Wanyan Heng from afar, both of them suppressing their anger.
Such a sworn enemy is nothing more than this.
"Okay, you guys are all awesome."
Lin Zhou, his face bruised and swollen, glanced at Xu Cheng, who was sitting not far from him, also covered in mud and with a bruised and swollen face.
Xu Cheng was once a handsome and powerful man, but now his mouth is crooked from being beaten, and he drools whenever he speaks, making him look like a disabled person suffering from oxygen deprivation.
At that moment, in the distance, Han Liang, leaning on his tattered cane, approached Yang Ti and extended his hand, but Yang Ti slapped his hand away: "Jin Kingdom men don't do this kind of thing. Let's go drink, dare you?!"
"Afraid of you?"
The two men got up, and then those who could still get up began to pull the man lying on the ground to his feet. The two groups of people, like defeated soldiers after a chaotic battle, got up in a disheveled state and walked towards the city.
By this time, the onlookers realized there was nothing more to see, so they all began to leave. Lin Zhou stood up and looked around, but he didn't see Lu You.
Where are they?
"He was injured there, so we took him to get diagnosed as soon as possible." Cheng'er chimed in, "That guy was really fierce. He managed to dislocate the arm of our top fighter even after being hit in the balls with a stick."
"Good heavens." Lin Zhou suddenly felt a tightness in his groin, then looked up at the group of people walking into the city: "Where are they going?"
"I'll go ask."
A group of dirty young people walked on the official road, and people on both sides of the road made way for them, with many of them cheering.
Although no clear winner was decided today, this battle on the small riverbank certainly boosted the morale of the people of Lin'an. Since Pengju left and Han Shizhong took up a temporary post, the Song Dynasty had not had a major battle with real grit. Today's fight was supposed to be just a brawl between young people, but it showed that the spirit of the Song Dynasty was still intact, and talking about it still made people's blood boil.
More importantly, those who took the stage today were all descendants of military generals who were previously disliked, which made everyone look at them with more respect.
The brawl was quite a spectacle, even alarming Zhao Gou. The final result was somewhat satisfactory; neither the group won nor lost. However, the spirit of fighting to the death certainly caused quite a stir.
"This time, you Song people have won."
Just as Lin Zhou was about to leave, he suddenly heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw Prince Rui standing in the crowd, smiling and talking to an old man who looked quite old.
Lin Zhou was furious. He stepped forward and protested, "Why?! Why did they win? How were we any worse than them? My brother almost got one of his balls smashed!"
King Rui looked Lin Zhou up and down, who was covered in dirt. Seeing his indignant expression, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "If this were a battlefield, you would have been wiped out long ago. It would be fair to say that they won. After the first round of fighting, you were already outnumbered. Blame Yang Ti for being too reckless. Losing is not a loss."
Although Lin Zhou was a million times unwilling, the prince was, after all, a professional commander. Since the prince had said so, Lin Zhou naturally had nothing to say.
At this moment, Prince Rui turned his head and asked, "What do you think, Brother Liangchen?"
"Haha, Prince Rui is so magnanimous."
Seeing that the old man speaking had an extraordinary air about him, looking like a leader, and that Prince Rui addressed him as "brother," Lin Zhou asked curiously, "Your Highness, who is this?"
Prince Rui was visibly taken aback by Lin Zhou's words. He turned around and stared at Lin Zhou for a long time before suddenly laughing out loud: "This is your Great Song's number one general, now considered the best in the world, Han Liangchen, the Grand Marshal Han."
Upon hearing the words "Number One Under Heaven," Han Shizhong frowned slightly, clearly displeased. If it were any other time, such teasing would be one thing, but now that Pengju had passed away, it felt like a slap in the face to anyone claiming to be number one under heaven.
"Your Highness, that's too much."
"Ah! Han Shizhong!"
Even someone as uncultured as Lin Zhou knew the name of Han Shizhong. He was a figure who was almost killed by Qin Hui, just like Yue Fei. Now that he had met him, he was indeed a dragon among men.
Lin Zhou's shout drew the attention of countless people around him. Han Shizhong, no longer caring about the impolite brat calling him by his name, simply smiled helplessly, turned around, and walked away.
"You! You!" The prince poked Lin Zhou's head with his finger. "He's an elder, how dare you call him by his first name?"
"Huh? Isn't this getting a little too excited...?"
Prince Rui was somewhat exhausted at this moment. If this brat in front of him hadn't been the blond-haired boy personally chosen by his daughter, he would have broken his legs on the spot and sent him to apologize to Han Shizhong.
"You call yourself a Song person?" Prince Rui said with exasperation, "Even I, a Jurchen, know that calling someone by their name is tantamount to cursing them in the face! You scoundrel."
After saying that, he turned and left. Lin Zhou called out, "Where is Your Highness going?"
"Go apologize to Marshal Han for you! You bastard!"
Lin Zhou stood there for a while, scratching his head: "Oops, I've offended the big shot..."
After a while, Si Hou also came over, and as he brushed past Lin Zhou, he said with a smile, "Not bad."
"Your son has almost crippled me!"
By the time he returned to the city, the results were already in: the Jin prince had personally announced the victory of the Song family. The whole city was in an uproar, and people even started setting off firecrackers along the way.
Lin Zhou knew this was the prince giving the locals a way out, which was a face-saving gesture, but then he realized that his relationship with Lu You was over...
The loser eats the dust; well, now it really is going to be him who eats the dust...
He had no idea how much he'd be insulted the next time he saw those bastards. He was such a combative person, and he'd actually been tricked like that…