Sha Po Lang

On the second day of February in the ninth year of Long'an, on the day when Long raised his head, an urgent dispatch from the Jiangbei camp was sent to the military plane—General Zhong Chan was on his way to patrol the camp, and suddenly fell off his horse and fell into a coma.

The military doctors of the entire Jiangbei camp gathered in his tent, and I'm afraid it's not good for people.

After confirming the situation urgently, the Military Aircraft Department immediately decided to release a red-marked urgent mail and forward it to Gu Yun. The letter has not been sent yet, but the second urgent mail from Jiangbei Camp has arrived.

General Zhong Chan is gone.

He died on the front line, but he didn't die on the battlefield. He died without any problems, just like thousands of ordinary old people in the world.

This kind of death feels empty, because there is no enemy to hate, no hatred to vent, and it is not a long-term death.

Suddenly, a person disappeared, which made people feel very unreal.

Gu Yun held the red-labeled urgent document and watched the scene of a stick of incense, and slowly let out a breath from his chaotic heart, before he came back to his senses - it was not a dream.

There was a moment of silence in the handsome tent, and then, whoever started it, said "sorry" in a flurry of tongues.

Shen Yi said in a low voice: "Marshal, the old general is seventy-six, he is already rare, it is a joy or death, don't take it too seriously."

"I know," Gu Yun sat silently for a while, and waved his hands, "I know, it's okay, but the situation in Jiangbei is delicate, the head coach has an accident at this time, and Chongze has just taken over the governor of Liangjiang, it's difficult to take care of it, I'm afraid something will change, um... …let me see……"

However, when he said "I think about it", there was a moment of blankness in his heart, as if all his thoughts were cut off for a moment, and he couldn't figure it out.

Shen Yi looked at his indifferent face, and said in a low voice: "Commander, the Jiangbei water army was trained by General Zhong and Master Yao, so others might not be able to hold back the water army. "

Gu Yun finally came to his senses when he made such a headline, and took up his own voice calmly: "Yao Chongze and Mr. Zhong's lieutenants can still handle it for the time being, but Master Yao's acting as Governor of Liangjiang is probably at the end of the day. It’s been less than half a year since Yang Ronggui’s accident happened, and he finally stabilized..."

It is inconvenient for Gu Yun to say the latter in front of the generals—the situation in Jiangbei has finally stabilized. The refugees, merchants, and local officials have just returned to their respective positions. The factories in many places have just been built. Haven't warmed up the house yet...

And Yan Wang just resigned not long ago, who will take over the front line of the Jiangbei Canal?

Is there going to be another bloody struggle for power, or will all the previous efforts be in vain.

Some people live at the wrong time, some people die at the wrong time, General Zhong died at the wrong time.

Gu Yun paused: "I have to go and have a look, this way..."

Cai Bin hurriedly said: "General He and General Shen are both here, the commander-in-chief can rest assured that there will be no troubles in northern Xinjiang."

Gu Yun nodded, ordered the soldiers to clean up, and quickly spread out the pen and paper to write notes for the court.

He had to send someone to deliver the letter first, and then he had to hand over the military affairs. After a lot of tossing and turning, until the lights were all on, Gu Yun was still pulling Shen Yi to explain: "Calai Yingzhuo is a hero most of the time, and a small part of the time. Mad dog, do you know what the consequences will be if there is civil strife among the Eighteen Tribes this time?"

Shen Yi nodded: "The barbarians will decline."

Since Pangu opened the world, how many clan bloodlines have been annihilated in the vast time, either by natural disasters, or wars, or bloodlines were assimilated in the long intermarriage... Some are like a mountain collapse, and some are like a wind blowing sand, turned upside down , and then subtly.

Shen Yi finally understood what he felt when he heard Chikuyu singing in the sky prison that day, the barbarians were heading towards the end—even though they were dying, they still seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand.

Today they are barbarians. If the capital city was broken back then, perhaps the ones who are going to the end will become the girders.

"It's good that you know it in your heart," Gu Yun said, "Calai Yinghuo and Hugel are lunatics whose own children can be made into ur bones. No one knows what they can do at the last moment, so don't take it lightly. Cai He Ronghui is getting too hot-tempered, Ji Ping, it may depend mainly on you here."

Gu Yun is also talkative in his spare time, but he is not a long-winded person when it comes to business. This level of exhortation is already a bit talkative in his opinion - but he can't help it, he is too worried.

Shen Yi: "Leave it to me. If something happens in Beijiang, I will hold my head up to see you."

"What do I want your head for?" Gu Yun shook his head and smiled, "I never eat pork heads."

Shen Yi: "..."

Gu Yun ran away to a safe distance before he had an attack, and casually pulled out a wind cutter and straddled his waist diagonally: "I'm leaving."

"Wait, Zixi!" Shen Yi suddenly stopped him, "You take Miss Chen with you."

After the news of General Zhong's death came, Gu Yun handed over the military affairs in an orderly manner, and ordered the generals to arrive one by one, and even made a few jokes as if nothing had happened. From the outsiders' perspective, his reaction was so calm and calm that it was almost cold, but Shen Yi was heartbroken. A hidden worry——When he got the clues about the incident in the Black Tie Camp from Calais Yinghuo, he was also in this nonchalant manner at the beginning.

"Why should I bring her?" Gu Yun said without turning his head, "Do you really think that the Chen family sells elixir, and can the buried people be revived?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared as if he had been reincarnated.

At the same time, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Although Daliang has tried his best to keep it quiet, it is impossible to completely hide the accident of the opposing coach when the two armies are facing each other. When Gu Yun received the news, he rushed to the Jiangbei garrison overnight. At that time, the Jiangnan Western Army was also brightly lit and sleepless all night.

Mr. Ya took the potion from the waiter's hand, and ordered: "I'll bring it to His Majesty, you go and let them not bother you."

The waiter bowed respectfully and ran away quickly.

Before he got close to the door, Mr. Ya heard the quarrel inside.

"No, it's too greedy," the Pope's hoarse voice came with a few coughs, "I don't recommend doing this, you can't swallow something bigger than your own appetite, so greedy, sooner or later something will happen! "

The other replied in a reptilian voice: "With all due respect, Your Majesty, this is not greed, but the benefits within reach - if I dream of eating a star, then I am greedy, but Quite the contrary, I just wanted an extra cookie, and it happened to be right here..."

Mr. Ya frowned and knocked on the door rudely: "Excuse me, Your Majesty's medicine is here."

The man who was confronting the Pope shut his mouth abruptly, reached out to stroke his beard, and shrugged rudely.

The envoy sent by the Holy Land has been staying in Daliang for more than half a year for various reasons, and has no intention of leaving at all. Everyone knows that this is the king and nobles of the Holy Land who have sent him to manage the accounts.

The king in the holy land couldn't wait to collect the land and royal power, and wished that the pope would fall. At the beginning, the envoys were very malicious and tried every means to prove that this war was a complete mistake. However, gradually, as they returned to the country to plunder There are more and more financial and mineral resources coming, and all kinds of discordant voices in the country have been lowered.

The greed of the holy land was completely ignited by the richness of the mysterious eastern land. Those nobles who originally wanted to see the Pope return in disgrace began to change their attitudes and promoted the interests of the Western Army in Daliang more actively than anyone before, hating Can't open a small mouth and swallow this huge monster in one gulp!

This time, the use of the north to transfer the strategic focus of the main beam, and then take advantage of the fire when the people of the Central Plains have no time to take care of them, was facilitated by the Holy Envoy.

The Pope strongly opposed it at first, 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 were disconnected, the efficiency of the connection between the two sides was very low. , using the time difference of information blocking, knowing that military aircraft are fleeting.What's more, in his opinion, Calais Yinghuo in the north has an extreme and crazy side in his bones, not calm enough, and is not suitable for long-term cooperation at all.

It's a pity that although the Pope has the command of this army, in the final analysis, the ownership belongs to the king and nobles of the Holy Land. Materials can be plundered from the local area, but Ziliujin can't - Jiangnan doesn't even have a drop, so it must rely on domestic transportation. Invisibly, a lot of chips are missing.

Now, as expected, Gu Yun's tricks triggered civil strife among the barbarians, which invisibly even aggravated the destruction of the barbarians.

Although the Pope didn't want to cooperate with Calais Yinghuo, he also didn't want the Xuantie camp in the northwest to go south. Once Daliang obtained a large amount of Ziliu gold deposits from the Eighteen Tribes, the Jiangnan battlefield would fall into a very passive situation.

And in this dilemma, they got the news that the head coach of the Jiangbei camp had died, and the envoy had once again made a mess.

Mr. Ya put the potion on the table and said respectfully: "If you noticed, although the Central Plains people have been increasing troops to Jiangbei, they may not really want to fight. They also want to take the opportunity to catch their breath. Here Under such circumstances, 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 parties sat down at a negotiating table to sign a contract. Fulfill their respective signing procedures, but the content is very different. The difference in treatment between the superior and inferior parties is as far from the Holy Land to the Central Plains. Do I need to emphasize this common sense? The commander of the Jiangbei Navy is dead. Isn’t this an opportunity given to us by God? If we really miss it because of our cowardice, I have a hunch that we will regret it in the future.”

Mr. Ya didn't 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 envoy gave him a gloomy look: "Then we can launch an attack when their military power is handing over and turn him into a dead man—Didn't your majesty say that Gu Yun used us to convince the northern skywolves that the alliance has broken down?" Already? Then why don’t we prove it to the Sirius Department with actual actions? How do you know that the old allies in the past won’t give us a surprise?”

Mr. Ya thought: "It's just ridiculous."

But it was impossible to refute it for a while, so I got stuck at that time.

The pope swallowed the potion as if taking poison, and tremblingly picked up a piece of silk cloth to wipe the corner of his mouth, then sighed: "Holy envoy, it is impossible for a war of this scale to be destroyed because of the death of one or two people." Fundamentally change something, over the past year, the Jiangbei navy has established a relatively complete system, have you ever thought about what will happen if our attack fails to achieve the desired effect?"

The envoy's smile turned cold: "You're right, in a war of this scale, one or two people are insignificant. If that's the case, why are you still so afraid of Gu Yun?"

Before anyone could refute, the envoy suddenly stood up: "I admit that the possibility you mentioned does exist, but even if the worst happens, we have at least shown a tough attitude, which is a stimulus to the northern battlefield. We can still win more benefits—Your Majesty, I must say that you are too cautious. We have an absolute advantage in water warfare along the river. So what if the Central Plains people's water army has been built? One year? Two years I’m still breastfeeding, if I were you, I wouldn’t allow the Liangjiang battlefield to be silent for so long, and I would make it impossible for the Jiangbei Army of the Central Plains to be established in time!”

The corners of Mr. Ya's eyes twitched, and it was the first time in his life that he had such an intuitive understanding of "arrogance" and "greed".

The Pope stood up and said solemnly: "Mr. Angel, it is very irresponsible for you to say that."

The envoy put his hands together and raised his chin: "Your Majesty, I am in my hands to command the deployment of our army's Ziliujin. The mission entrusted to me by the Holy Land allows me to execute the order on your behalf at the most critical moment!"

Mr. Ya stepped forward angrily, and put his hand on the hilt of his waist: "You!"

The envoy's dark eyes fell on him, and the Pope grabbed Mr. Ya's sleeve——

The three of them stalemate for a moment, the envoy turned his eyes slightly, raised a smile, and said hypocritically: "I have never doubted His Majesty's wisdom, please consider my suggestion carefully, and leave."

After speaking, he picked up the top hat on one side, put it on his head arrogantly, turned and left.

Mr. Ya: "Your Majesty, why did you stop me? If you kill him..."

"If you kill him, the troops belonging to the king and nobles will immediately mutiny." The Pope gave him a sharp look, "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 we can only pray to the gods to bless—"

Bless the Jiangbei Navy, as the envoy said, they are still in their infancy, and bless the Calais Yinghuo on the northern battlefield who are crazy enough to keep the Daliang people firmly in check. They may be able to survive the dangerous journey. a good result.

When the Jiangnan Western Army was intrigue and a new conspiracy was brewing, Gu Yun rushed to Jiangbei, and the first time he landed, he ordered people to strengthen the defense line. The watchtower was on shift every two hours, and everyone was ready to fight. Let all the generals return to their respective positions - Mr. Yao is a civil servant after all, although he can hold his ground, it is impossible for him to have the authority of Gu Yun's order and prohibition, and he is not as efficient as him to direct where to fight.

From noon until evening, Gu Yun had time to sip water. His throat was about to smoke, and he could almost taste a bit of blood. He didn't care about tea or water, so he picked up a bowl of cold water. I poured it down.The beginning of spring in Jiangbei was very late this year. There was a freezing rain just a few days ago, and there was a piercing coldness everywhere. This bowl of cold water made Gu Yun completely chilled from the inside out, and he was shocked. For a moment, I thought in a daze, "What else is going on?"

At this time, Yao Zhen came over to him and said, "Marshal, when the urgent letter was sent to the military aircraft, the imperial court replied immediately and sent someone to come. It should be almost here in a day or two. I just got the news that yes King Yan came here on behalf of the emperor."

Although King Yan resigned, but his status was there, and he had a relationship with General Zhong as a teacher and apprentice. It was reasonable and reasonable for him to come to represent the royal family as a show of honor and favor.

"Well, he should come and see." Gu Yun finally remembered something he had forgotten, "Then... Chongze, 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, and Zhong Chan's coffin was parked in the middle, surrounded by cigarettes.

Gu Yun's footsteps suddenly stopped at the entrance of the mourning hall—these days have been too hectic, he ran north and south, worried about big and small things, and naturally isolated a fact. Until this moment, a single thought came It hit him in the chest unexpectedly.

He thought: "My teacher is gone."

Yao Zhen turned around strangely: "Marshal, what's the matter?"

Gu Yun took a deep breath, shook his head, went in and put a stick of incense on Zhong Chan: "Go ahead, I'll stay here with him for a while, call me if you need anything."

Yao Zhen said in a low voice: "Birth, old age, sickness, and death happen to everyone. Commander-in-Chief, please express your condolences. The Commander-in-Chief's tent has already been cleaned up. After a while, you can rest early when you feel sad. I'll let someone guard the door. The Commander-in-Chief has orders."

Gu Yun nodded, not knowing if he listened or not.

When the mourning hall was empty, his eyes slowly fell on Zhong Chan's face. Because he died without a cause, General Zhong's expression was not ferocious, but it was not peaceful either—the dead faces were covered with a layer of ashes. It looks like it's made of wax, and it's not the same as when it was alive.The soul is gone, the skin is just the skin, empty.

Gu Yun sat down beside the coffin, leaning 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 had not been shrunk by age, he was not so skinny, he was majestic and vigorous, his eyes always seemed to have two knives, and when he fixed his gaze on someone, the blades could be exposed.

"Young Lord, memorizing military books does not prove that you can fight. Don't you hear that ancient dandies 'talk on paper'? If you are complacent like this, you may not even be able to win a group fight with street urchins."

"Young Lord, there are two different kinds of kung fu. One is 'effort' and the other is 'pain'. Now that the old Lord and the princess are gone, you have a noble status. Except for the emperor, no one dares to hurt your body. If you You want to be comfortable, you want to pamper yourself, no one can force you to move forward, and you have to think clearly about what you want to do in the future."

"Prosperity and wealth are not the place for a general to return to all his life. Since the emperor insists on hiding all his bows, and the world is peaceful anyway, let him hide. In the future, the general will not be able to be by his side all the time, and the young master should take care of himself."

"The mountains and rivers will meet each other, and there will be a time later!"

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the elegance of EMI has its old age.

Gu Yun's ears were gradually blurred, and his eyes were a little blurred. He couldn't help but squint under the candlelight, and he could feel it as if he was still immersed in the old things of the past. It's a great fortune, I don't know how many people envy it, it's really a joy or a funeral, Gu Yun feels that he can't say whether he is sad or not, but his chest is a little congested.

Chang Geng also came all the way, when he arrived at Jiangbei Camp, it was already dark, and he didn't have time to settle down when he got there, when he heard that Gu Yun was in the mourning hall, he backed away and went straight over.

The guards guarding the gate of the mourning hall knew Chang Geng, saw him from a distance, and immediately went in to report the news cleverly, Chang Geng didn't even have time to stop him.

The soldier called out: "Marshal, His Royal Highness King Yan is here."

Gu Yun didn't respond, Chang Geng guessed that he was too busy and dizzy to take his medicine, so he lifted the corner of his robe and stepped in: "It's okay."

The soldiers carefully reached out and patted Gu Yun on the shoulder: "General?"

Gu Yun was startled suddenly, he was half-blind and couldn't see who was coming, his heart tensed at first, he thought something happened, he stood up suddenly from the chair, suddenly there was a sharp stabbing pain in his chest that had been blocked by something.

A mouthful of blood choked out without warning.