Born short-lived

The so-called good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles, I'm afraid even Dong Sheng himself can't think of it. Although the news that he can't afford to be seriously injured is suppressed on the surface, this rumor spread to Donghai within three days in private.

So when Luo Chi led the court official who sent the imperial decree to Beizhao Prince's Mansion to find Zhou Zirong, he happened to see him rushing out with a knife on his waist and his face full of blackness. When the news came, I suddenly panicked, fearing that I would not be able to stop it, I hurried forward and shouted: "General!"

Fortunately, Zhou Zirong still had a bit of reason. When he turned his head and saw the brocade robe of the inner officer and the golden silk imperial decree in his hand, he stopped and bowed to the inner officer. Luo Chi also quickly retreated. Zhou Zirong went behind to salute.

The internal officer can be regarded as a person with good eyesight. Looking at Zhou Zirong's evil spirit, he didn't want to procrastinate, so he squeezed his voice and said in a high-pitched voice: "Bei Zhao Wang Zhou Zirong listened to the decree—"

Zhou Zirong swallowed, knelt down on the ground according to the etiquette, and bowed his head to listen to the order.

"Following Heaven's fortune, Emperor Zhao said that the north is still undecided, and the capital has just been settled. He specially called Zhou Zi, king of Beizhao, to join the capital to report on his duties, and to share his worries with you. We will leave immediately without delay. I respect you."

He did not expect that the queen would summon him at this moment, and his mind was far from recovering from the turbulent waves just now, but he lowered his head for a while, his knees seemed to be built on the ground by molten iron, until he delivered the decree. The internal official deliberately cleared his throat, and Zhou Zirong kowtowed as if belatedly said: "The minister leads the decree."

The inner officer looked at him with a complicated expression, bent down and pressed the rolled imperial decree into Zhou Zirong's hand, but did not leave in a hurry, firmly clasped the back of Zhou Zirong's hand, leaned over and whispered in his ear: " The summer festival is about to begin, there is no room for accidents in the palace, Master Li asked the villain to bring a message, telling the little prince to go back to the capital no matter what."

Zhou Zirong said, "Thank you, Zirong."

What Li Chongwen personally confessed is definitely not a trivial matter.

Zhou Zirong got up and asked the people in the mansion to send the internal officials away. Luo Chi, who had been anxious for a long time, couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed up from behind and said: "General, please don't be impulsive, Your Highness... ..."

Zhou Zirong's face was as deep as water, his voice seemed to be covered with frost, the hand on the handle of the knife at his waist was still trembling slightly, and he said hoarsely: "There is no need to say more."

His deafness made Luo Chi even more terrified, and he said tremblingly: "General, everything has to be considered in the long term..."

"Think about it in the long run?" Zhou Zirong slapped him across the face, causing Luo Chi to shudder for no reason. This sentence was originally said without any waves, but Luo Chi could hear the extremely rare hatred in it.

Luo Chi swallowed, always feeling that this always gentle person in front of him would usually bear everything, but this time he had reached a critical point, at a critical moment, as if if he was not careful, he would be unable to hold him back.

Zhou Zirong gripped the handle of the Flame-breaking Knife tightly, and the Spirit Knife seemed to feel the anger and fear of the master's scourge, and it trembled and hummed, sizzling with heat, and he almost gnashed his teeth and said: " That Sha'an thief, how dare you deceive me."

Luo Chi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He was afraid that Zhou Zirong would be impulsive. He didn't even dare to slap a stalk when he spoke, and said quickly: "Your Majesty the Great General is blessed with great blessings, and he is also brave and good at fighting. Beijiang will be fine and please return to the general." Don't worry, His Majesty the capital's urgent call is definitely not a trivial matter, the general please think twice before acting..."

But he didn't expect Zhou Zirong to ignore him at all, and he was about to walk out. Luo Chi was terrified, he didn't dare to land an inch and chased after him. He wanted to stretch out his hand to grab him, but felt that something was wrong, and his hand stiffened a few times Still shrunk back, hurriedly quickened his pace: "No...General, where are you going?"

Zhou Zirong's right hand was still clenched on the handle of the knife. Luo Chi felt that the knife was scalding hot when he got close, but he said in a tone as if an evil ghost was asking for his life: "Follow me to the East China Sea Command."

Luo Chi let out an "ah" in surprise, feeling that my life was over, but unexpectedly, Zhou Zirong walked away for a moment, as if he was about to rush straight to the command headquarters.

Luo Chi cried and shouted: "General, you should at least ride a horse!"

The commander-in-chief of the northern Xinjiang garrison could not afford to be seriously injured, and no outsiders were allowed in the headquarters except Yun Xiao and other cronies. There are different opinions about the time. Some people say that Prince Huaxu is unconscious, some say that he is seriously injured and unable to walk, and some say that he is paralyzed and will die soon... Some even say that the prince has already passed away. It will not completely collapse.

Luo Che had been waiting for three days. Seeing the chaos in Huaxu's camp, the spies he sent also reported that the prince was indeed seriously injured—after nearly ten days of waiting, Sha'an's army finally beat the drums again.

But what they didn't know was that at the same time Luo Che ordered the troops to be dispatched, a scorching-eyed monkey rose up in the East China Sea thousands of miles away, and flew straight into the sky, tearing the night apart—and this blaze, reflected In the eyes made of white crystal of the gray dove hovering in the sea.

The tens of thousands of Western Xinjiang troops stationed secretly near Tongguan learned that the prince could not command the three armies, and that Sha'an had raised troops on a large scale. They finally came out of the deep mountains and old forests in Tongguan, lurking behind the enemy without anyone noticing.Now that the prince is not here, there are still 20 troops at Zijing Pass, plus these western Xinjiang troops, it is enough to fight Sha'an-and if this battle is won, the people of Sha'an will have to withdraw from Huaxu, and then retreat The enemy bandits and the contribution to revitalize the country in recovering northern Xinjiang have to be counted in the name of Nie.

Huaxu's northern Xinjiang is full of gunpowder again, but a richly decorated tent in the Sha'an camp is filled with a strong smell of alcohol. As soon as the soldiers outside the tent come in, they see their prince buried in a pile of empty wine bottles. The table was spread like mud, and the once shining blond hair also looked a little haggard and dull.

A disgusting smell mixed with vomit and strong alcohol rushed into the soldier's nostrils, choking him to frown, and he quickly walked forward to help the already limp Garley from the table.

"Your Highness... please take care of yourself."

Galey looked as if he had fallen into the wine lees, his eyes were red and lifeless, his eyes wandered for a long time before he finally focused on the soldier, his eyes were bloodshot, and the surrounding eye sockets were slightly swollen, when he spoke Lai was vague and incoherent: "Reinforcements...reinforcements are coming... Jieer... Where are the Jieer people?"

The soldiers were confused, so they had to remind cautiously: "Your Highness... Mr. Jieer, he has already gone to assassinate the enemy commander."

"..." Galei was stunned for a moment, but his eyes suddenly became fierce. He grabbed the soldier's shoulder and said, "Find someone... find someone immediately, lurk in the enemy's camp... get Jieer back to me... .”

"Your Highness..."

Garley growled furiously, "Go!"

The lieutenant general who was sent by the Xijiang reinforcements at Tongguan to contact the Zijingguan defenders quickly rushed to the Northern Xinjiang temporary command headquarters in the dark. When he arrived, Yun Xiao was the only one who came to meet him.

The lieutenant faintly felt that something was wrong, and saw that the man in armor had already greeted him with a half-smile.

"The last general, Zhang Fangyuan, passed on the handwriting of General Nie..."

Yun Xiao didn't wait for him to finish speaking, so he leaned forward and whispered in the ear of the deputy general: "Then go in quickly, Your Highness has been waiting for the general for a long time."