The personal soldiers were so frightened that they lost their minds. They were stupid on the spot and were pushed away by Chang Geng. The hair on Chang Geng's body exploded, and his hands and feet were colder than the cold weather in Jiangbei.
At first, Gu Yun only had a pain in his chest, but it was more comfortable to spit out the blood, but he couldn't stop coughing, the front was covered in blood, and he couldn't see what was around him, so he waved his hands randomly: "Don't stop. Cough, no cough."
Chang Geng pressed Zhi, who was on the verge of collapse, and was about to pick him up when he suddenly heard Gu Yun calling him vaguely, "Chang Geng"
He took a deep breath and turned his ears to listen: "Huh?"
The tip of Gu Yun's nose was filled with the smell of blood. This time, even the sense of smell was useless, and only the brain was left in the whole body, and he said intermittently, "King Chang Geng Yan will be here soon, this matter is not allowed to be passed on. Go out, especially don't let him know"
Chang Geng's heart was about to burst, and he shouted at the soldier next to him with red eyes, "Call the military doctor here."
The soldiers ran away.
Yao Zhen was really exhausted, he wanted to cry but had no tears. He simply suspected that Jiangbei Camp was not good in feng shui. He just fell down and followed another. He was still an ancestor who couldn't have an accident. Master Lingran said, "Are you here to do something for Zhong Lao? There's no rush to do it, why don't you chanting scriptures to exorcise evil spirits first?"
Master Ming looked at him helplessly, and gestured, "Dumbs can't read sutras."
Chang Geng thought that after learning medical skills from Miss Chen for a while, he would be able to become a half-doctor, but at the critical moment, he realized that there was a patient he was really helpless. All the medical books that came down seemed to be returned to Miss Chen, not to mention medical treatment.
The best military doctors in the Jiangbei camp were all gathered in the handsome tent that had just been cleaned up and had not had time to live in. Everyone who came out and entered was very nervous. Chang Geng held onto Gu Yun tightly, and he didn't think he was in the way, so he was so quiet. Sitting silently on the side made the military doctors tremble.
Clearly, he looked at King Yan outside the door with some anxiety. He had heard how Chang Geng was tied into a hedgehog when the capital was in danger. At this time, he was really afraid that he would have an attack in the Jiangbei camp—he could be suppressed here. None of his people.
However, to his surprise, Chang Geng was very quiet from beginning to end, and he didn't mean to go crazy. Gu Yun's dazed sentence "I can't let him know" was like a needle in the sea, firmly nailing his heart and soul. in the body.
Chang Geng suddenly felt that he had asked for too much from Gu Yun, and inadvertently, he had become more and more greedy, and he had never given him a day of peace of mind. How did those new and old wounds on his body come from? He was completely deceived. Chang Geng could almost imagine how many times Gu Yun had been injured and sick in places he couldn't see, and he had to tell the people around him to block the news so that he wouldn't know.
"His Royal Highness," a military doctor stepped forward cautiously, "Half of the commander this time is due to overwork and illness, and er, the backlog of injuries he has accumulated on the front line in the past two years has hurt his lungs, and this congestion has never come out. , this time, although it looks dangerous, it may not be all bad."
Chang Geng listened, silently stretched out his hand to suppress Gu Yun's chaotic pulse, reluctantly settled down, and fumbled around for a while, but still couldn't figure out the reason, so he had to trust these military doctors to diagnose, "um" and then asked Said: "How to use the medicine, do you have a conclusion?"
The military doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Uh, in this situation, Commander, it's best not to overdose on medication. The main thing is to warm and nourish the mind."
He said that he also knew that he was talking nonsense, and looked carefully at Chang Geng's hand that was holding Gu Yun's blue veins, for fear that King Yan would attack him, but after waiting in trepidation for a long time, Chang Geng didn't say anything, just stared blankly. Sitting beside him for a while.
Then he bowed his hands politely and said, "Thank you, and please do your best."
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Several military doctors were flattered and filed out, doing their best. Only then did the monk quietly enter the door, and he frowned in front of Chang Geng for a while, unable to find anything to do, so he stretched out his hand to brush away Gu Yun's slightly frowning brows, and silently recited the Buddha's name.
Chang Geng sighed: "Don't introduce, Master, he has a grudge against the Buddha. You are reciting the scriptures in front of him, are you planning to wake him up - is the wooden bird by your side? Write a letter to Chen Qingxu."
Clearly looked up at him.
Chang Geng said with an expressionless face, "Ask her, how many things did you help Gu Zixi hide from me?"
Clearly gestured: "Is your lord okay?"
Chang Geng's shoulder moved slightly, and in an instant, the monk understood that he was about to collapse, but Chang Geng didn't collapse. He looked down at Gu Yun for a while, and did something that almost scared Master Liran to tears—he didn't obey him. Holding Gu Yun's hand unforgivingly, he slowly leaned down in front of the clear face, and kissed Gu Yun between the brows. The kiss was serious and pious, almost solemn.
He gasped in a stunned breath.
Chang Geng's eyes didn't leave Gu Yun, and he didn't know who he was whispering to: "It's okay, don't worry."
Master Li was frightened, and reciting "emptiness is form, form is emptiness", he took small steps and ran away, leaving only Chang Geng to guard Gu Yun silently.
In the second half of the night, Gu Yun turned from a coma to a drowsiness. It seemed that he was trapped in some nightmare, and he would occasionally move uneasily. Chang Geng remembered that when Gu Yun had a high fever that year, he couldn't lie down, but it seemed that if he felt it. With someone by his side, he can be a little more stable, so he leaned against the bed and kept his arms around him.
The faint fire in General Zhong's mourning hall was lit up. I wondered what he would say to Gu Yun if he came back and asked for a dream.
Chang Geng tightened his hands and hugged Gu Yun in a protective posture. For the first time, he didn't have any reliance on his little adoptive father, no desire for his sweetheart. children.
In those days when he could not ask for it, Chang Geng had imagined countless times that if he was born ten or twenty years earlier, what would have happened between him and Gu Yun
Now, in the wet and cold Jiangbei front line, the ten years that could not be expected have shrunk into an inch, and he has stepped past it one step at a time.
It's a pity that he didn't delay the small movements of the Westerners in the ten years of this night.
That night, the envoy and the pope became infighting, ending with a short victory for the envoy, reaching an agreement to sneak attack on the Daliang navy.
The plan was set on this gloomy night. Unexpectedly, before the action was taken, news suddenly came from the watchtower that the Jiangbei defense line in Daliang was tightened and the alert level was adjusted to the most serious and critical situation.
Mr. Ya quickly rushed into the main ship, which was already full of power and ready to go: "Your Majesty! Gu Yun came too fast, the Daliang Navy is obviously not a baby army that is still nursing. not economical"
He didn't say anything, but the envoy had already strode in with an ugly face: "No one is allowed to change my plan!"
The holy envoy can represent the king and deal with the major nobles in front of the Holy See and the army. He must have a very deep background. He is a trusted and talented young master. He is arrogant and arrogant. He only praised Haikou in the first few days. Hougen didn't pay attention to Daliang Shuijun and the head coach of Xuantie Camp, but he was slapped in the face as soon as he let it out.
Leaving other things aside, the ego of the holy messenger could not accept it.
The Pope was also anxious: "Please restrain your personal emotions, war is not a grudge and a joke!"
The envoy blushed and argued, "No one jokes about war, Your Majesty! If the enemy is just bluffing, what does that mean? This is the best time for us to attack!"
Mr. Ya immediately asked back, "What if it wasn't a bluff?"
"There's no such possibility," the holy envoy gave him a gloomy look, "these fragile sailors have no fighting ability, you are just worried about taking risks—"
Mr. Ya: "This is illogical sophistry!"
"Pay attention to your wording, sir," said the envoy coldly, and then, turning his eyes, took out a roll of parchment from his bosom, "I am not here to discuss, gentlemen, I signed it half an hour ago. In order to represent the highest invocation order of the Holy Land, this is a backup copy, please read it clearly."
Mr. Ya blushed and had a thick neck. Before he had time to protest, the main ship "Sea Monster" suddenly made a long sigh-like sound, and he couldn't help but move!
"Are you crazy?" Mr. Ya roared aloud and pulled out his saber from his waist, "Hurry up!"
The holy envoy did not show weakness, and immediately took out his splendid knight epee: "It is our honor to fight to the death for the king and infinite glory, we came to the front line, not to kneel and pray in the harbor! "
Mr. Ya: "What did you say"
Pope: "Enough!"
The holy envoy sneered sneeringly: "Why, what other orders does your majesty have?"
The Pope's cheeks twitched for a moment, and he finally compromised on the main ship that had left the port: "If you have to follow your ridiculous plan, then at least my people will command the battlefield."
The Holy Envoy was eager to agree—in case the action fails, the Pope is a ready-made scapegoat. He sneered at Mr. Ya proudly, retracted the sword in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Go ahead at full speed!"
It was night, and Yishui passed through the disguised Western Ocean "Sea Flood Dragon Fleet" slowly scattered in the long Liangjiang front, quietly bypassing the Jiangbei Camp, and preparing to land in the glory of bathing.
In the northern Xinjiang, thousands of miles away, the Eighteen Tribes also sent a second batch of messengers to contact Daliang.
Cao Chunhua personally arrived in the northern Xinjiang. He and Chen Qingxu had both traveled deep into the northern wilderness and were very familiar with the Sirius tribe. They escorted the situation in the northern Xinjiang at this time, and accompanied Shen Yi in the Xuantie camp defense line. Seeing the North Barbarians from outside.
Through clairvoyance, the Beiman envoys who can see this time are still not empty-handed. There is a convoy behind him. Judging from the appearance of the convoy and the depth of the ruts, it seems that it is specially used to transport Ziliujin.
A twenty-five or six-year-old young man was surrounded by messengers. At first glance, he looked like the leader of this group of people. However, upon closer inspection, he saw that the young man was pale, with obvious panic. The horses were caught in the middle, as if they were being held hostage from the left and the right.
Shen Yi didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to Chen Qingxu, so he could only ask Cao Chunhua in a low voice, "Who is that man?"
Cao Chunhua glanced through her clairvoyant, and replied, "The second prince of Calais."
"What?" Shen Yi frowned, "Are you sure, you read that right?"
Cao Chunhua gave him a wink, pinched the orchid and pointed to Shen Yi's chest a little: "Oh, General Shen, Mr. Shen, I can remember two things well in my life, one is the face of a person, and the other is the tone of a person's speech, you can Trust me."
When he was young, Shen Yi took him to read books. At that time, he felt that this person was a quite normal little girl. Who knows that when he grows up, as he "recovers" the body of a man, the whole person turns into this kind of virtue. As an older pedantic unmarried man, Shen Yi really couldn't stand the sturdy teasing of Mrs. Cao, and immediately got goosebumps. cheap fingers.
"Little Cao." Miss Chen lifted her eyelids and coldly opened her mouth to warn Cao Chunhua.
The people in Linyuan Pavilion didn't dare to offend Chen Yi, so Cao Chunhua immediately shut up and sat on the back of a horse, five of them analyzed Shen Yi: "General, I think the Eighteen Tribes are here this time. Seriously, handing over the 'Wolf King' is really shameless, they may be trying to push the puppet of the second prince who made the mess in the capital by the savage envoy, and let it rest."
Shen Yi's fingers tapped lightly on the bridle: "Wait a minute, don't be too happy, I always think it's too easy for a barbarian to recognize him."
He has had a lot of dealings with the northern barbarians in the Western Regions, and he knows what kind of piss people are from the Eighteen Tribes.
Most of the cattle herders didn’t cry without seeing the coffin. At this time, Xuantieying only pushed forward a bit of deterrence. Now that they have not reached the Beiman position, let alone started, Shen Yi always felt that the Eighteen Tribes should still stubbornly resist. for a while.
Cao Chunhua looked at the suspected mass of Zi Liujin, licked her lips, and asked, "What should I do? Do people put it in or not?"
Shen Yi said very cautiously: "All archers aim at Bai Hong with arrows. It is strictly forbidden for these barbarians to approach. Summon gold examiners to come and open them one by one."
Cao Chun's expression froze, and when he turned his head to meet Shen Yi's gaze, the two of them also remembered the giant kite with a misfortune in Yanhui town back then.
If it was someone else, at least the tiger's poison wouldn't eat its son, but Calais Yinghuo couldn't infer from the truth of mortals that he was really capable of deceiving the enemy's door with his own son's life.
With Shen Yi's order, Xuan Tie Ying immediately became tense, and the killing intent in the entire northern region soared, surrounding the Beiman envoys.
The second prince was trembling on the horse's back and almost fell off. Then, a team of well-trained gold examiners ran out and opened the boxes to check one by one in front of the Beiman envoys.
The purple flow gold that made the eyes blue from several large cars was exposed in front of Shen Yi and the others.
The gold examiner did not dare to be sloppy, and checked the purity of each car of Zi Liu Jin one by one, and then put a special pole into the sealed carriage to check the capacity of Zi Liu Jin.
Several long rods stained with purple gold were presented to Shen Yi. The scales on them were almost full. The gold examiner quickly reported: "General, the purity is no problem, it has reached the level of tribute."
Shen Yi made a "uh", but still didn't let go of his doubts. He raised his head and glanced at the second prince. The second prince had an embarrassing purple mark on his forehead, like a whip, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he opened his mouth to howl. action, but no sound.
Chen Qingxu said in a low voice: "General Shen, you see there is a purple mark on his forehead. I have heard about this in the Eighteen Tribes. It is a kind of voodoo to kill the mouth. He was fixed on the horse, and he couldn't let out a cough. After a few moments, when the purple mark deepened and turned black, he would fall to the ground and die. Even an autopsy could only find that he was too frightened and died of heart palpitations. ."
Shen Yi couldn't help blushing and shyness, and hurriedly ordered: "Wait, let them live!"
The mysterious eagle in the sky ordered sharply: "Stop!"
The second barbarian prince's horse suddenly stopped, and he jumped forward as if his center of gravity was unsteady. His hard riding boots just hit the upper corner of the oil truck next to him, and a "dang bang" echoed with a lingering rhythm.
A corner of the truck is empty!
Shen Yi's pupils shrank suddenly: "Back off!"
His voice fell, and a barbarian in the envoy threw a violent rush towards an oil truck, and was shot dead by Xuan Yingyan with a quick arrow. With Xu's bridle, she beat her horse to the rear.
In the flash of light, a cluster of sparks shot out into the sky.
It turned out that there was a skinny boy from the Sirius clan hidden under the oil truck. He waved a fire fold in his hand and lit a lead wire hidden under the oil truck. He smiled gloomily in the direction of the sky.
The next moment, the first Ziliujin oil truck blew up, and the young man vanished into ashes.
The huge impact exploded from that point, and the purple flames of dozens of meters rose into the sky in layers, the surrounding air boiled in an instant, and an invisible heat wave rolled in. The black armor of the broken black iron warrior was cold. The back was burned alive, and the burned gold boxes exploded like a chain.
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