On the second day of the second lunar month in the ninth year of Long'an, on the day Long raised his head, the express mail from Jiangbei Camp was sent to the military plane - General Zhong Chan suddenly fell off his horse while he was patrolling the camp and fell into a coma.
The military doctors of the entire Jiangbei camp have gathered in his tent, and the people are probably not good.
After confirming the situation urgently, the Military Aircraft Office immediately decided to issue a red-flag dispatch to Gu Yun. The letter had not yet been sent, and the second dispatch from Jiangbei Camp had arrived.
General Zhong Chan is gone.
He died on the front line, but not on the battlefield, but like thousands of ordinary old people in the world, he died without any pain or illness.
This kind of death makes people feel empty, because there is no enemy to hate, no hatred to vent, and it is not a long-term bedside.
Suddenly, a person is gone, which makes people feel very unreal.
Gu Yun took the red-marked dispatch and looked at the scene of a stick of incense, and slowly spit it out from his chaotic heart before he came back - it was not a dream.
There was silence in the handsome tent for a moment, and then I didn't know who started the first, and said "condolences" in a loud voice.
Shen Yi said in a low voice, "Commander, there are 76 out of 70 old generals. They are already old and rare. They are considered happy and mourning. Don't take it too seriously."
"I know," Gu Yun sat silently for a while, then waved his hand, "I know, it's fine, but the situation in Jiangbei is weak, the coach has an accident at this time, and Chongze has just taken over the two governors, it's difficult to take care of it, I'm afraid something will change, uh think"
However, he said "I think about it", but there was such a momentary blank in his heart, as if all his thoughts were cut off for a while, and he couldn't figure out a clue.
Shen Yi looked at his indifferent face, and said in a low voice: "Commander, Jiangbei Marine Corps was brought together by General Zhong and Master Yao and trained to this day, and others may not be able to hold back the naval formation. "
Gu Yun finally came to his senses after he made such a move, and took up his own voice calmly: "Yao Chongze and Zhong Lao's lieutenants can handle it for the time being, but it's just that Yao Daren temporarily acting as governor of Liangjiang may have come to an end. Yang Ronggui just had an accident less than half a year ago, and he finally stabilized."
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After that, Gu Yun was inconvenient to put it out in front of the generals—the situation in Jiangbei finally stabilized. The refugees, merchants, and local officials have just returned to their respective positions, and factories in many places have just been built, and people are still there. Didn't keep the house warm
And Yan Wang just resigned not long ago, who will take over the Jiangbei Canal line
Is it going to be another bloody fight for power, or is all the previous efforts all in vain.
Some people were born at the wrong time, some died at the wrong time, and General Zhong Lao died at the wrong time.
Gu Yun paused: "I have to go and see, this way"
Cai Ping hurriedly said: "General He and General Shen are both here, Commander, rest assured, there will be no trouble in the northern border."
Gu Yun nodded and instructed the soldiers to clean up. He quickly spread out the paper and wrote a brief for the court.
First, we have to send someone to deliver the letter, and we have to hand over military affairs. After a lot of tossing, until the lights are all lit, Gu Yun is still pulling Shen Yi to explain: "Calai Yinghuo is a hero most of the time, and a small part of the time is Mad dog, this time the Eighteen Tribes are in civil strife, what will be the consequences if you don't get it right, do you know?"
Shen Yi nodded: "The barbarians will fall."
Since Pangu opened the world to the present, many clan bloodlines have been annihilated in the vast time, or natural disasters, or wars, or assimilation of bloodlines in a long intermarriage. Imperceptibly.
Shen Yi finally understood how he felt when he heard Jikuyu singing in the prison that day, the barbarians were coming to an end - even though they were struggling, they still seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand.
Today is a barbarian tribe. If the capital city was broken back then, maybe the people who are going to the end will become the big beams.
"You just know what you have in mind," Gu Yun said, "Cialay Yinghuo and Hu Geer are madmen who can make their own children into Ur bones. At the last minute, no one knows what they can do, so don't take it lightly. Cai He Ronghui is getting old, and He Ronghui is too irritable, Ji Ping, it may be mainly up to you here."
Gu Yun is also sloppy in his leisure time, but he is not a long-winded person when it comes to business affairs. In his opinion, this level of admonition is already a bit talkative - but he can't help it, he is really worried.
Shen Yi: "Leave it to me, if something happens to Beijiang, I will go to see you with my head up."
"What do I want your head for?" Gu Yun shook his head and smiled, "I never eat pork head meat."
Shen Yi: ""
Gu Yun ran to a safe distance before he had the attack, and took out a wind-cutting blade and straddled it diagonally on his back waist: "I'm leaving."
"Wait, Zixi!" Shen Yi suddenly stopped him, "Take Miss Chen with you."
After the news of General Zhong Lao's death came, Gu Yun handed over military affairs in an orderly manner, and ordered his subordinates to arrive one by one, and even made a few jokes as if nothing had happened. From the outsider's point of view, his reaction was flat and calm, almost cold, but Shen Yi was heartbroken. There is a hidden worry - when he got the clues about the Xuantieying incident from Calais Yinghuo's mouth, it was like this in the beginning.
"What am I taking her for?" Gu Yun said without turning his head, "Do you really think that the Chen family sells elixir, and can the buried people be saved?"
Without saying a word, his figure disappeared as if he had already been reincarnated.
At the same time, there is no impermeable wall in the world. Although Daliang has tried his best to keep quiet, it is impossible to hide the incident of the other coach when the two armies confront each other. Just when Gu Yun received the news, he rushed to the Jiangbei station overnight. At that time, the Jiangnan Western Army was also brightly lit and stayed up all night.
Mr. Ya took the potion that the waiter was holding, and said, "I'll bring it to Your Majesty, you go and tell them not to disturb them."
The waiter bowed respectfully and ran off quickly.
Before approaching the door, Mr. Ya first heard the quarrel inside.
"No, it's too greedy," came the Pope's hoarse voice with occasional coughs, "I don't recommend doing this, you can't swallow something bigger than your own appetite, such greed, something will happen sooner or later! "
Another answered in a slick reptilian voice: "With all due respect, Your Majesty, it is not greed, but a profit within reach - if I dream of eating a star in one bite, then I am greedy, but precisely Instead, I just want an extra cookie, and it happens to be right next to me."
Mr. Ya frowned and knocked on the door rudely: "Excuse me, Your Majesty's medicine is here."
The man who confronted the Pope shut his mouth abruptly, reached out to touch his beard, and shrugged rudely.
This messenger from the Holy Land had been staying in Daliang for over half a year for various reasons, and he had no intention of leaving. Everyone knew that this was the king and nobles of the Holy Land who sent him to manage the accounts.
The king in the Holy Land couldn't wait to gain land and royal power, and wished the Pope to fall. At the beginning, the envoy was very malicious and tried every means to prove that this war was a complete mistake. However, gradually, as they were transported back to the country to plunder More and more finances and minerals are coming, and all kinds of discordant voices in the country are muted.
The greed of the Holy Land was completely ignited by the richness of the secret eastern land, and the nobles who came to watch the Pope return in disarray began to change their attitudes and promoted the interests of the Western Army in Daliang more actively than anyone before. You can't open a small mouth and swallow this huge creature in a whim!
This time, using the strategic focus of the north to transfer the beam, and then taking advantage of the fire when the people in the Central Plains have no time to take care of him, it is the holy envoy who has facilitated it.
The Pope is strongly opposed to coming, because there is a vast area in the northern part of the Central Plains between the two battlefields. Since the transportation and communication lines in the west have been disconnected, the efficiency of the connection between the two parties is very low. , using the time difference of information blocking, knowing that the military aircraft is fleeting. What's more, in his opinion, Calais Yinghuo from the north has a radical and crazy side in his bones, and he is not calm enough to be suitable for long-term cooperation.
It is a pity that although the Pope has the command of this army, the ownership in the final analysis belongs to the king and nobles of the Holy Land. Materials can be plundered from the ground, but Ziliujin cannot. Jiangnan does not even have a drop, and must rely on domestic transportation. He is invisible. A lot of chips are missing.
Now, Gu Yun's plan has caused civil strife among the barbarians, and even aggravated the destruction of the barbarians.
Although the Pope did not want to cooperate with Calais Yinghuo, he never wanted to let the Xuantie Camp in the northwest go south. Once Daliang obtained a large number of Ziliu gold deposits from the Eighteen Tribes, the Jiangnan battlefield would fall into a very passive situation.
And in this dilemma, they got news that the coach of the Jiangbei Camp had died, and the envoy made a fool of himself again.
Mr. Ya put the potion on the table and said respectfully: "If you notice, although the people from the Central Plains have been increasing their troops to Jiangbei, they may not really want to fight. They also want to take the opportunity to take a breath. In this case, the peace talks between our two sides can be operated, why do we have to take the risk and risk the lives of the warriors?"
The envoy sneered and turned to the Pope: "Your Majesty, your right-hand man is very talented, but in my opinion, he is still too young - the two sides sat down at a negotiating table and signed a contract, which seemed to be fulfilled. The content of their respective signature procedures is very different. The treatment gap between the superior and the inferior is so far from the Holy Land to the Central Plains. Do I need to emphasize this common sense again and again? The commander of the Jiangbei Navy died. Isn't it an opportunity that God gave us? If we really miss it because of our cowardice, I have a hunch that we will regret it in the future."
Mr. Ya did not change his face: "You are right, the commander of the Jiangbei Navy is dead, but Gu Yun is not dead yet, he will definitely come."
The holy envoy gave him a gloomy look: "Then we can launch an attack when their military power is handed over and turn him into a dead man - Your Majesty is not saying that Gu Yun used us to convince the northern Sirius that the alliance has broken down. Then why don't we prove it to Sirius? How do you know that the old allies in the past won't surprise us?"
"It's ridiculous," Mr. Ya thought to himself.
But it was impossible to argue for a while, and it was stumped for a while.
The Pope swallowed the potion as if he had taken poison, and shiveringly picked up a silk cloth and wiped the corner of his mouth, then sighed: "Holy messenger, a war of this scale is impossible because of the death of one or two people. For more than a year, Jiangbei Navy has established a relatively integrated system, have you ever thought about what will happen if our attack fails to achieve the expected effect?"
The saint's smile turned cold: "You're right, in a war of this scale, one or two people are insignificant. Then, if this is the case, why are you still so afraid of Gu Yun?"
Then, without waiting for anyone to refute, the envoy stood up abruptly: "I admit that the possibility you said does exist, but even if the worst happens, we at least showed a tough attitude, which is a stimulus to the northern battlefield, we We can still win more benefits - Your Majesty, I must say, you are too cautious. We have an absolute advantage in the water battle along the river. What if the Central Plains' water army has been built? One year? Two years? I'm nursing, if I were you, I wouldn't let the Liangjiang battlefield be silent for so long, I would let the Jiangbei army of the Central Plains people be too late to establish!"
The corners of Mr. Ya's eyes jumped. For the first time in his life, he had such an intuitive understanding of "arrogance" and "greed".
The Pope got up and said solemnly: "Mr. Holy Messenger, it is very irresponsible for you to say this."
The holy envoy put his hands together and raised his chin: "Your Majesty, my army's purple gold deployment order is in my hands, and the mission given to me by the Holy Land allows me to exercise the command on your behalf at the most critical moment!"
Mr. Ya stepped forward angrily and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "You!"
The angel's sinister gaze fell on him, and the Pope grabbed Mr. Ya's sleeve—
The three of them were deadlocked for a moment, the holy envoy turned his eyes slightly, raised a smile, and said hypocritically, "I have never doubted your majesty's wisdom, please consider my suggestion carefully and leave."
Said, he picked up the top hat on the side, buckled it on his head arrogantly, and turned away.
Mr. Ya: "Your Majesty, why are you holding me? If you kill him"
"If you kill him, the part of the troops that belong to the king and nobles will immediately mutiny." The Pope glared at him fiercely, "Do you really think that your soldiers are as loyal to the commander as the Black Iron Battalion?"
Mr. Ya was stunned: "Then what should we do? Compromise?"
The Pope was silent for a while: "Then I can only pray for Ming's blessing—"
Bless the Jiangbei navy who are really in their infancy, as the holy envoy said, and bless the Calais Yinghuo on the northern battlefield is crazy enough to hold the Daliang people firmly, and they may be able to seek help in the dangerous road. a good result.
When the Jiangnan Western Army was intrigued and a new conspiracy was brewing, Gu Yun rushed to Jiangbei, and the first time he landed, he strengthened the defense line, and the watchtower worked every two hours. Let the generals return to their respective positions - Master Yao is a civil official after all. Although he can hold his position, it is impossible to have the authority of Gu Yun's orders and prohibitions, and he does not have the efficiency of fighting where he points.
Busy from noon to evening, Gu Yun only had time to take a sip of water. His throat was smoking, and he could almost taste a little blood. I poured it down. This year, the spring in Jiangbei is very late. There was a freezing rain just a few days ago, and there was a biting coldness around. This bowl of cold water made Gu Yun cool from the inside out, and he was fiercely excited. For a moment, he thought blankly: "What else is going on?"
At this time, Yao Zhen came over and said to him: "Commander, when the dispatch to the military plane was dispatched, the imperial court immediately replied with a letter, and it should be coming soon in a couple of days. King Yan has come here on behalf of the emperor."
Although King Yan resigned from office, his identity was still there, and he had a relationship with General Zhong Lao as a master and apprentice. It was reasonable and reasonable for him to come to represent the royal family as a token of honor.
"Well, he should come and have a look." Gu Yun finally remembered what he had forgotten, "What is the place, where is the mourning hall, take me to see it."
Yao Zhen took him to the mourning hall.
The mourning hall was colder than other places, Zhong Chan's coffin was parked in the middle, and cigarettes lingered.
Gu Yun's footsteps suddenly stopped at the entrance of the mourning hall - these few days have been too busy, he has been running north and south, worrying about major and small matters, and naturally isolated a fact, until this moment, a thought was caught off guard. hit his chest.
He thought, "My teacher is gone."
Yao Zhen turned around strangely: "Master, what's the matter?"
Gu Yun took a deep breath, shook his head, and went in to put a stick of incense on Zhong Chan: "Go on with your business, I'll stay here with him for a while, and call me anytime if you need anything."
Yao Zhen said in a low voice, "There are people who are born, old, sick, and dead. Commander, please express our condolences. The handsome tent has been cleaned up. After a while, you should rest early. I will have someone guard the door, and the commander will give you an order."
Gu Yun nodded, not knowing whether he heard it or not.
When the mourning hall was empty, his eyes slowly fell on Zhong Chan's face, because he died without illness, Old General Zhong's is not hideous, but it can't be said to be peaceful - the face of the dead is covered with a layer of ash, and his face is like Made of wax, it's not the same as when it was alive. The soul is gone, the skin is the skin, empty.
Gu Yun sat down next to him, resting his elbows on the side of the coffin, quietly thinking of Zhong Chan, who was his teacher when he was young.
At that time, the hussar general hadn't been shrunk by age, he wasn't so thin, he was majestic and powerful, and there always seemed to be two knives in his eyes.
"Little Marquis, memorizing the military book does not prove that you can fight. Haven't you heard of the ancient dude's 'war on paper'? If you are complacent like this, I'm afraid you won't even be able to organize a street urchin to fight a group fight."
"Little Marquis, kung fu is two different things, one is 'gongfu' and the other is 'pain', now the old marquis and the princess are gone, your status is precious, no one dares to hurt your body except the emperor, if you If you want to be comfortable, you want to pamper yourself, no one can force you to move forward, and you have to figure out what you want to do in the future.”
"Prosperity and wealth are not the place where a military general will return in his lifetime. Since the emperor insists on hiding everything, and the world is at peace anyway, then let him hide it. In the future, he will not be able to always be by his side, and the little prince has to take care of himself."
"When the mountains and rivers meet, there will be a period in the future!"
The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the elegance of the century has grown old.
Gu Yun's ears gradually blurred, and his eyes were a little unclear. He couldn't help squinting under the candlelight, but he could taste it completely, as if he was still immersed in the old things of the years. A generation of generals can live to a rare age without dying. It was a great fortune. I don't know how many people envy it. It was indeed a joy and a loss. Gu Yun felt that he was not sad or not, but his chest was a little blocked.
Chang Geng also came all the way. It was dark when he arrived at the Jiangbei camp. After arriving, it was too late to settle down. Hearing that Gu Yun was in the mourning hall, he backed away and went straight over.
The personal soldiers guarding the entrance of the mourning hall knew Chang Geng and saw him from a distance.
The personal soldier called out, "Commander, King Yan has come down."
Gu Yun didn't respond, Chang Geng guessed that he was too dizzy and forgot to take his medicine, so he lifted the corner of his robe and stepped in: "It's fine."
The soldier cautiously stretched out his hand and patted Gu Yun's shoulder: "Commander?"
Gu Yun was suddenly alarmed. He was half-blind and didn't see the person coming. He felt nervous at first, thinking that something had happened, he suddenly got up from the chair, and there was a sudden sharp tingling in the chest that had been blocking something.
A mouthful of blood choked out without warning.
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