"Your Majesty, you can rest assured." Mr. Ya stretched out his hand to support the white-haired man. It turned out that this man who had traveled to and from Daliang many times and called himself an emissary was actually the Pope.
Mr. Ya: "Although there are countless deviations in the middle, the final result has not wasted your time and energy here."
The Pope stared at the ferocious sea monsters on the surface of the ocean, his face was calm without sadness and joy, as if not only he was not very happy, but also had some indescribable compassion and melancholy on his face.
"It's too early to say the result," the Pope said. "Fate is a very mysterious thing. It's impossible to predict the fate of a person, let alone a country? That's probably the only way to know."
Mr. Ya: "For example, Calais Yinghuo, the idiot, didn't hold back, did he reveal that matter to Gu Yun in advance?"
Luo+ Xia+ Small+ Saying+ -
Calais Yinghu hates Gu Yun, the last of the Gu family. In his entire life, apart from this hatred, there is nothing left. He has long since abandoned the dignity of the wolf king and has become a mad dog with no big picture. , In his opinion, as long as he can attack Gu Yun, he doesn't care who's deployment is destroyed. But they had no way not to cooperate with this mad dog. The grievances between the Eighteen Departments and the Central Plains were too deep, and the hidden forces that the women had left in the capital back then were too important.
"I really admire that Gu Yun," Mr. Ya sighed, "If I were him, I wouldn't necessarily have done anything, but he quietly handled those things, otherwise we will find out today. In fact, it is definitely crazier than now, and the garrisoned troops in various places may have already called that? 'Qingjun's side'?"
Pope: "The effect is not ideal, but there is no way, the opportunity is fleeting, we have no choice, Jacques, all of us are trapped beasts, we are all looking for a way to survive, either to devour others or to be devoured, countless. Both eyes are on this huge and plentiful herbivore, we must go one step ahead, otherwise in three or five years, we may not have the strength to fight."
Mr. Ya looked at the boundless sea. There was water near and far, and the sea and sky were the same color. He asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, if this is just a herbivore, why do we deliberately pull out its minions?"
"Carnivorous or herbivorous, it is not differentiated by body size and minions," the Pope murmured. "You have to see if it is greedy, whether it has a heart that is eager to devour and bite. Have you smelled it?"
Mr. Ya was stunned for a while, the purple flow gold with high purity burns almost no smell, probably only Gu Yun and the dog can smell it, he tentatively asked: "Is your majesty talking about the fishy smell of sea water?"
"It's the stench, boy," whispered the Pope, "if there's a devil, it's undoubtedly this little mineral, the blue-purple flame that has ignited this damn thing since the day it broke the ground. era, it turned children into the hearts of iron monsters."
Isn't the machine that burns purple gold a man-made one
Mr. Ya shrugged, without refuting, but somewhat disapproved.
The Pope didn't explain anymore, he just lowered his head, started to kiss the ring with the scepter drawn on his hand, and made a simple prayer.
"Forgive me," he said softly, "forgive me."
At this time, a cluster of blue signal fires suddenly appeared on the front-end sea eagle vanguard, soaring into the sky.
Mr. Ya's eyes also seemed to melt into the fire, he reluctantly suppressed, but he could not suppress his excitement for a while: "Your Majesty, it's time to start!"
It was the seventh year of Long'an, on the eighth day of the fourth month.
On the third day when the Marquis of Anding, Gu Yun, moved from the Hot Spring Courtyard to the Imperial Capital Heavenly Prison.
It was cool and gloomy in the sky prison. Fortunately, after the beginning of spring in the imperial capital, the chill gradually subsided, and it was already very warm. The haystacks in the prison cells were softer than the camp beds, and it was not uncomfortable to stay for a few days. Chilled.
There was silence around him, and there was not even a cellmate who could chat and brag together. The jailers were all iron puppets and couldn’t speak—this was the innermost room in the Heavenly Prison. Tan Hongfei, the commander of the Peking University battalion, is not qualified.
The last person who was qualified to be locked here was King Wei, the emperor's own brother. Gu Yun enjoyed the treatment of a single room, so he had to stay alone.
But even if someone chatted with him, he couldn't hear him—the medicine he had hurriedly drank before leaving had already worn off, and the small moles on the corners of his eyes and earlobes were almost invisible, and he didn't bring the glass mirror with him. On his body, he could barely count his fingers with his eyes open, and the sound of the iron golem's footsteps coming in and out could be vaguely heard.
Of course, all the iron tools on his body were searched, but Gu Yun was not indifferent.
He had a secret that he didn't pass on - it was a game he played with Shen Yi when he was very young. They competed with each other to see who could remove the small parts from the puppet of the Hou Mansion at the fastest speed. How to dismantle the iron puppet guarding the gate of the Hou Mansion? Shen Yi once failed to dodge. When he did something bad, the iron puppet was misjudged as an enemy, and he was thrown into the room. He almost lost his life. Of course, Gu Yun was not able to escape. The old man was beaten badly.
The lessons of blood didn't make Gu Yun's memory for a long time, but instead became more and more courageous. The two of them studied it repeatedly for a long time, and they believed that there must be such a consonant method. A method of dropping a piece.
Later, it was found that there are places where it can be removed, but it is limited to the insignificant places such as the mask of the iron monster and the logo on the arm, so Gu Yun's unique skill has never been released in time.
But now I finally have the chance to do it.
When the iron puppet jailer was delivering meals the other day, Gu Yun quickly reached out and grabbed the food box while it was putting in the food box, and easily took away the rusted number plate on the iron puppet’s elbow—
He thinned the iron piece on the stone, first pried off the shackles on his hands and feet, stretched for a long time, then cut a piece of sheet and weaved a rope, and caught a little mouse to keep it beside him, Save two mouthfuls for it every meal, and have nothing to play with mice.
That incident was deliberately revealed by someone with a heart. Gu Yun knew it in his heart. When he was investigating secretly five years ago, he had wiped out some deadly evidence, but Wu He had not been touched. It was just a lingering old dog. Secondly, I am afraid that he is not without selfishness, and he is really unwilling to eliminate the unforgettable truth so much.
Gu Yun admitted that this was his improper handling of things. If he had been half as calm and smooth as he is now, he would have understood that either he should have collected those things and pushed them out when the time was right, or he would have done the opposite. Or he should be ruthless, destroy all the past cleanly, bury the past in the past, and never let them see the light of day again.
There are thousands of mistakes, he should not hesitate when he should be decisive.
Just like the Yuan and the late emperor, if the old man hadn't hesitated like that, there should be no more Gu Yun in the world, and there must be another kind of peace.
Gu Yun didn't know what would happen next, and he didn't know whether the fledgling Chang Geng could really stabilize the hearts of the Quartet army, but he was in the sky prison and it was useless to worry, so he had to relax and recharge his batteries.
Later, the mouse found out that this man was unpleasant, thought he was annoying, and couldn't escape, so he simply pretended to be dead and refused to pay attention to him.
The little Marquis, who was disliked by cats and dogs, had no choice but to sit against the wall and meditate. He felt that the attitude of this mouse was similar to that of Chang Geng when he was a child.
Gu Yun thought of Chang Geng endlessly, but he couldn't help but sighed. He turned the iron piece at his fingertips into a windmill, and said to the mouse with emotion, "He might as well think I'm making trouble for him every day."
The rat gave him a round butt.
Gu Yun took a deep breath and forcibly removed this little distraction. He reached out and dragged the moldy carpet on the haystack without any particular attention, put it on his body, and closed his eyes.
If you keep your essence well, you will be able to face the hardships ahead.
No one could make noise to the half-deaf in the sky prison. Gu Yun soon fell asleep. He had a dream in the cold and musty smell.
Gu Yun dreamed that he was lying on his back under a huge guillotine, the blade weighing more than 1,000 jin was pressed against his chest, and bit by bit, the flesh was crushed into the bones, cutting him alive with a knife. His body and limbs were all cut off, except for the wound on his chest. The pain made him scratch his heart, and he could hear a mess of cries, gunshots, howls from the border town, and Hu Jia, who was as angry as a gossamer, running out of tune.
He was split open by the guillotine, but there was no blood in the wound. Instead, a signal arrow fell out and rushed into the sky with a shrill roar, blasting mountains and rivers.
Gu Yun suddenly woke up with a groan, the old wound on his chest hurt inexplicably, the piercing scream of the signal arrow in the dream could not go around his ears, and it merged into a unique tinnitus.
There seemed to be a strange feeling between him and his Black Iron Camp. That night, the first ominous signal arrow exploded in the night sky at the ancient Silk Road garrison in the Western Regions.
The urgent battle report arrived in the capital a day later. Xuan Ying, who delivered the letter, had only one leg left, and after reaching the panic-stricken Beida Camp, he died when he landed.
Two hours later, the attack on the Xuantie Camp in the Western Regions shocked the government and the public.
When the news of the Beijing Incident came out, He Ronghui led people to besiege the Northwest Protectorate. As soon as he left, Qiuci Kingdom used 160 sand tigers at the head to forcefully open the Xuanqi patrol camp at the entrance of the Western Regions.
The Chariot Sand Tiger was the biggest nemesis of the light-furred iron cavalry. For a time, the smoke was noisy, the flames were like a curtain, the horses neighed and died, and the iron cavalry fell in pieces.
But Xuan Tie Ying is Xuan Tie Ying after all. After a moment of confusion, he reacted immediately. Xuan Jia pressed on without hesitation. After He Ronghui received the news, he immediately led Xuan Ying to return. Extreme fuel consumption, once the supply is interrupted, it will immediately be a pile of scrap metal.
However, the knocking sand tiger was not bluffing. Behind him, as everyone feared, was an army of tens of thousands of flags to the sky.
There are even more foreigners stationed in Ten Thousand Countries, countries in the Western Regions who have committed turmoil, and even more people from Tianzhu who have been taking advantage of the fire. Even if it was a rabble, it was still a "crowd", with Shahu on the side, and the Xuan Tie Ying could only use heavy armor to harden the top, and soon the two sides began to fight for Zi Liu Jin.
He Ronghui urgently opened the inventory of Ziliujin in the Western Regions camp, and at first glance, he realized that the inventory was already stretched. When Emperor Longan thoroughly investigated the smuggling of Ziliujin, Gu Yun was forced to suspend the dark line in his hand, and the share allocated by the court to Xuantieying was only enough to maintain the basic The Japanese patrol could not cope with such a sudden outbreak of a large-scale battle.
He Ronghui sent people to deploy, and the road to Ziliujin was blocked again - the news of Marquis Anding's imprisonment has spread, and no one can tell the specific situation. Distribute purple gold to Xuantieying without the drumming order
What if they want to kill the rebels in the capital
He Ronghui had no choice but to send Xuan Ying to Beijing, and on the other hand, he went to the city defense army in the northern Xinjiang for help. However, the messenger was still on his way, and the eighteen tribes outside the northern border suddenly attacked. down.
After five years of stability, the world has been turned upside down outside the iron wall.
Calais Yinghuo brought tens of thousands of elite soldiers, thousands of heavy armor, and even an indefensible "eagle", which was bigger and more lethal than Xuanying, and bitten to the northern border defense that stretched for thousands of miles and its tail was too big.
The fall of the Northwest was out of control. Without the order of Marquis Anding, the commander in chief, Xuantieying did not dare to take half a step back even if the last person died in the battle. He Ronghui endured for three days and two nights. The built soldier seems to be damaged by more than half.
And at this moment, Chang Geng's messenger finally arrived.
This His Royal Highness, who was far away from Gyeonggi, carried Gu Yun's private seal and imitated Gu Yun's trace perfectly.
He handed a total of two letters to the messenger - if the border is still stable, he will give him the first letter, so that He Ronghui does not have to worry about the court, no matter from the black market or other means, immediately secretly fill the Ziliujin inventory in the Western Regions, and repair the army. A, always ready for a battle.
If the frontier has changed, he will hand over the second letter to He Ronghui, asking him not to stand guard, not to fight, and to quickly shrink his troops and retreat to within Jiayuguan two hundred miles east, waiting for reinforcements.
The enemy hidden in the dark had already made his move. At this time, it was undoubtedly too late. Chang Geng had no Xuan Ying in his hands. The number of people who could be contacted by the wooden bird in Linyuan Pavilion was too limited. Arrived at the first time, so he imagined the worst case and tried his best to remedy the situation.
If the Western Regions were to change, the northern border would not be able to survive alone. Therefore, General Cai Ping, the commander of the garrison in the Central Plains, would receive another letter from Chang Geng while the Xuantie Camp was retreating, asking him to increase his troops to the north, and to deploy as many troops as possible. Zi Liujin was sent to Jiayuguan to solve the urgent need.
But Chang Geng knew in his heart that if something really happened, this deployment would not be enough.
He couldn't control the entire 100,000 mountains in the southwest. Although Shen Yi was there, he was the airborne commander. He had no foundation. It was impossible to dispatch troops without a drum order. It was even more worrying, because General Zhao Youfang belonged to Li Feng, and it was impossible for Gu Yun's party to be privately transferred.
And Chang Geng had a hunch that even if he could put out the fires elsewhere, there would definitely be a fatal blow hidden in the vast ocean of the East China Sea.
The bad news from Xuan Ying really confirmed his worst assumption. Chang Geng took a deep breath and released the last wooden bird. He turned his head and said to Huo Dan, who had a few blood blisters on the corner of his mouth: "Prepare a horse, I want it. Enter the palace."
Right at the gate of the palace, Chang Geng was stopped by monk Li Ran. Li Ran was in the dust, but his face was still calm, as if 100,000 anger could be melted into his neat scars and dispersed by a Buddha's name.
Understand: "Amitabha, the Fourth Highness"
Chang Geng interrupted him indifferently: "Master, you don't need to say more, I came to the palace to ask for my life, not to force the palace."
The color of understanding changed slightly, and he gestured: "The poor monk believes that His Highness has this measure."
"I'm not measured," the eloquent Fourth Highness actually tore his face and said bluntly, "Since the Qinling Mountains are divided into north and south, the southeast and southwest are out of control, even if I can kill Li Feng on the spot, I will clean it up. Not to mention the current chaos, let alone no one can succeed the throne at the moment, the eldest son of the emperor is nine years old, the empress root is a sick child who is not worth seeing, and Zixi’s name is not right, I am.”
He sneered: "I'm the son of the northern barbarian demon girl."
She looked at him worriedly.
"Master, don't worry, I'm just a poison. If I were a little more self-willed, it would probably have already begun to bring disaster to the country and the people. I haven't done anything yet?" , The foreign enemy attack must have been planned for a long time, this matter has not yet happened, but they responded too quickly, I suspect that there are enemies in the palace or even Li Feng, is there anyone in the palace who can be used by Linyuan Pavilion?"
With a clear look, he gestured, "His Royal Highness means"
Chang Geng: "This matter involves an old case 20 years ago, and it must have something to do with the northern barbarians. Check whoever the two northern barbarian women had contact with in the palace back then—anyone, the northern barbarian witches are good at poisoning and messing things up. There are so many methods, don't let go of any clues."
When he said "the two northern barbarian women", his voice was calm, as if they were people who had nothing to do with him.
"I should have thought it strange," Chang Geng said in a low voice, "Back then, Li Feng so easily released Calais into the mountains, but it really wasn't easy behind the scenes. It's a pity."
It's a pity that he was too young back then, and his heart with a big fist could only hold the worries of a young man who had left his hometown.
"If I had been born ten years earlier," Chang Geng suddenly said.
Clearly, his eyelids jumped.
Chang Geng said word by word: "The world is definitely not this world."
Gu Yun would never let go.
"Zixi said that I am ten years behind Chaohai Jiao of other military branches. I am worried that the East China Sea will not be peaceful. General Zhao is a talented defender of the city, but he may not be able to cope with the war," Chang Geng said, "I have already written to Master, Lin Yuan. The pavilion has a deep foundation in the Jiangnan area, please take care of the master, and don't accompany you - drive!"
Knowing that the monk rarely frowned, for some reason, Chang Geng's voice "Zixi" made him tremble with fear.
However, at the moment, his eyebrows are burning, not when he is entangled in a title, the monk is dressed in coarse linen, his figure instantly merges into the morning light, and gallops away.
Chang Geng stepped into the palace in front of him, and the bad news had already smashed over his head. The military situation on the front line caught the Emperor Longan and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty by surprise—
Xuantie Camp retreated to Jiayuguan.
Beijiang lost seven cities overnight and could not even wait for Cai Ping's reinforcements.
The mob in southern Xinjiang colluded with the robbers in the southern region, and they bombed the southwestern baggage station.
"Report-"
Everyone in the hall looked at the door with ashen faces, and Li Feng didn't even have time for Chang Geng to greet him.
"Your Majesty, hurry up for 800 miles, and there are 100,000 Western navy troops to attack the Eastern Ying Islands—"
Li Feng was stunned: "Where's Zhao Youfang?"
The envoy grabbed the ground with his head and choked out, "General Zhao has already died for his country."
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