Born short-lived

On February 36, the [-]th year of Xuanfeng, there was rain, smoke rose everywhere in the East China Sea, water came out of the Great Wall, and the entire frontier of the East China Sea was under martial law.The Great Wall is majestic and hundreds of feet long, and the sun is not visible for thirty miles along the coast.

Ever since they fought against the Da Ling people at sea, the sound of gunfire outside the Yanguan Pass has not stopped. The commerce and trade that the state had finally recovered was suddenly interrupted, and some residents had already begun to move south.

Before dawn in the early morning, Zhou Zirong had just closed his eyes on the wooden bed in the command headquarters for less than half an hour, when he was woken up again by a cannon blast from nowhere.

He took a few steps out of the door with the knife in his hand, the sky was still dark, they had just returned from a battle three hours ago, and they were almost wounded by both sides, the Da Lingren probably wouldn't attack again so soon.

The cold wind rushed towards his face, gushing into his lapel, and stimulated Zhou Zirong's nerves, which had been simmering for three days and nights, to throb.

"what happened!"

A personal guard downstairs held his helmet and ran to his feet and quickly explained: "The general is fine! The cannon in the school yard has gone off!"

"Has anyone been hurt?!"

The guard said: "No! General, please sleep again! It's not yet dawn!"

But when he came out like this and was blown by the wind, Zhou Zirong still couldn't feel sleepy.As soon as the sword wound on his right arm got cold, it started to ache again. He regretted that he shouldn't have moved the cannon in the naval battle a few days ago. After bearing such a heavy burden, there was a burst of piercing pain like a broken bone at that time, and it hasn't stopped since I came back.

He lowered his head to look at the pus and blood oozing from the bandage, pressed it with his left hand, and looked up again, even the palm of his left hand was stained.

The wound that had scabbed over had festered again.

Zhou Zirong sighed, and it immediately became a white mist that dispersed with the wind.

The sky is not particularly warm, but looking back at the city, it is desolate and desolate.

The coalition forces of Daling people and Panyang people are not so easy to dispatch.

Zhou Zirong stood by the railing for a while, felt the wooden plank under his feet shaking slightly, and looked towards the stairs naturally, only to see Yuan Jin turning over in a hurry: "My lord!"

The top floor of the command headquarters is where Zhou Zirong rests. Since Luo Chi and Yuan Li went to southern Xinjiang, the only person who can go in and out of here is Yuan Jin except Zhou Zirong.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zirong frowned. These days, he was walking on thin ice every day. He was most afraid of seeing the people under his hands come to him in a hurry, "What happened?"

Yuan Jin walked towards him quickly, but his face was full of joy. He didn't even care about the usual etiquette. He directly dragged Zhou Zirong to go out, and said in a hurry: "Hurry up, come from the capital!" The envoy has arrived at the gate of the army camp, and several generals are already waiting in the hall of the headquarters!"

Such a big fight?

Zhou Zirong stopped for a moment, and was taken aback: "He's from the capital?"

Yuan Jin looked at him excitedly: "Yes!"

Looking at his expression, Zhou Zirong suddenly seemed to have a vague feeling.

Could it be...

An indescribable excitement rapidly swelled in his heart. This time, Yuan Jin didn't need to drag him. Zhou Zirong raised his foot and quickly ran down the stairs. The sound of a series of footsteps would make the stairs tremble.

"Hey, my lord, please slow down, pay attention to your feet..."

There was commotion outside the commander's department. Several generals were in the hall with a posture of waiting for battle. The two older ones were sitting upright, and the younger one couldn't help but stand at the door of the hall and wait.

Dawn breaks in the sky, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the swan geese returning north fly by, swarming across the dark blue sky in groups.

"The decree arrives—"

A hearty male voice came from a distance, and everyone in the hall stood up at once, only to see a group of people crowding towards them outside the door, a man in a navy blue robe strode towards the crowd, followed behind him A woman in a crimson official uniform.

Zhou Zirong took a closer look: This is Yinfeng and... Nongyue?

Yinfeng raised the imperial decree in his hand, laughed vigorously and shouted, "Where is King Beizhao?!"

Before Zhou Zirong fully recovered from the shock, he heard his voice and hurriedly walked to the front of the hall and knelt down: "The minister is here!"

"King Beizhao listened to the decree—"

All the people present immediately knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Following the fate of heaven, the emperor's edict said-the former emperor suddenly collapsed and returned to the five elements. Inherit the 祧, proclaim it to the world, and send emissaries to hear about it."

Every word seemed to be deafening, Zhou Zirong trembled when he heard it, took a deep breath, and was about to kowtow: "Chen..."

"Wait." Yinfeng lowered his voice and called him to stop.

Zhou Zirong looked up at him suspiciously.

Yinfeng mouthed "There is still".

Zhou Zirong quickly knelt down again.

Yinfeng cleared his throat exaggeratedly, and continued sternly: "The war in the East China Sea has not been won. Within a month, I will personally conquer Yanguan and fight the enemy with the army."

He still wants to come in person?

Zhou Zirong suddenly raised his head again.

Yinfeng hurriedly winked at him and mouthed "Don't be dazed".

Zhou Zirong paused for a moment, then regained his composure, and kowtowed his head steadily, suppressing the trembling in his voice: "I wish Your Majesty the peace and prosperity of the country and the people, and the prosperity and prosperity!"

"Mountain hoo--"

Everyone nodded their heads and shouted long live.

Finally finished the regulations, Yinfeng let out a sigh of relief, and finally couldn't hold back his serious airs, and hurriedly leaned over to help Zhou Zirong up: "My lord, get up quickly—hey, you all get up too, get up. "

Nongyue paid homage: "Nongyue pays homage to the prince."

Zhou Zirong smiled at her and nodded, although his mind was still on the edict, he still said politely on his face: "There is no need to be too polite."

As soon as he finished what he had to say, he couldn't help but turned to Yinfeng again, and asked, "When did this happen?"

Yinfeng had just passed the addiction of preaching the imperial decree, and he was in a good mood. He said happily, "Only two days ago, Nongyue and I rushed here overnight. He originally wanted to come together, but... Xinjun Jianzuo, surname Jiang's and the princess don't know how to deal with it yet, but he said that the enthronement ceremony must wait until the prince's triumphant return."

Zhou Zirong laughed unknowingly. In order to avoid being too obviously happy, he covered his mouth and cleared his throat a little. Then he pressed the corners of his twitching mouth and asked seriously, "Jiang Kun? How are you doing now?"

"The entire Jiang family is in prison, and none of the party members can escape." Yinfeng moved closer and lowered his voice, "The princess is grounded, and the Nie family... Thanks to that Nie Heng, they surrendered in the battle of Qinglongmen." Yes, and sent Nongyue back, so the Nie family is fine except for the son-in-law and the head of the family."

Besides, the Nie family was not easy to move. After all, it was a family guarding the western border. There were so many rogues in the western regions.

"That's it..." Zhou Zirong nodded, and turned his eyes to Nongyue. This girl still looks like a thousand years ago, except for a change of clothes, the unique heroism in her eyebrows has not diminished at all.

After Yinfeng finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again, his expression gradually sank, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared without a trace, and he said seriously: "Excuse me for being rude, I heard that the battle situation is not particularly optimistic... ..."

Zhou Zirong's eyes darkened a little when he said that.

The East China Sea is no better than other borders. If the battle situation is not good, reinforcements can be sent to the surrounding areas. There are only so many naval ships in the East China Sea, and those who can fight naval battles must be trained sailors. It is useless for ordinary troops to come. .

As soon as he spoke like this, the sky had unknowingly opened up, and the sound of horn drums came from the Yanhaiguan Tower in the distance.

Zhou Zirong glanced towards the east, and the wind was wrapped in the salty sea water, brushing up a few strands of hair on his forehead, and the rays of the sun hit his face, casting a faint shadow between his brows.

Yinfeng looked at him from the side, and now the light was much brighter, coupled with Zhou Zirong's stern face, he suddenly realized that this person had lost a lot of weight, and the outline of his bones was hard and abrupt.

"Are they here?" Nongyue asked.

Zhou Zirong just nodded his head very lightly, said "excuse me", then turned around and walked to the school field.

Yinfeng and Nongyue glanced at each other, and quickly chased after them.