Sha Po Lang

The soldiers were frightened out of their wits, they were dumbfounded on the spot, and were pushed away by Chang Geng.The hairs all over Chang Geng's body exploded, his hands and feet were colder than the cold weather in Jiangbei.

At first, Gu Yun only had a chest pain, but he felt better when he spit out the blood, but he couldn't stop coughing, blood was all over his front, and he couldn't see what was around, so he waved his hands indiscriminately: "Don't Zhang Zhang...cough, no...cough cough..."

Chang Geng suppressed his sanity on the verge of collapse, and was about to hug him when he suddenly heard Gu Yun call him vaguely: "...Chang Geng..."

He hurriedly took a deep breath, and listened with his ears: "Huh?"

The tip of Gu Yun's nose smelled of blood. This time, even his sense of smell was useless, and only his brain was still struggling to understand, and he said intermittently: "Chang Geng... the king of Yan will be here in a few days. Don't spread it, especially don't... let him know..."

Chang Geng's heart was about to burst, he shouted at the soldiers next to him with red eyes: "Call the military doctor over here."

The soldiers ran away.

Yao Zhen is also really exhausted physically and mentally. He wants to cry but has no tears. He simply suspects that the feng shui in Jiangbei Daying is not good. One after another just fell down. He is still an ancestor who can't have any accidents. Master Qiaoran said: "Are you here to do rituals for Mr. Zhong? There is no rush for the rituals, why don't you chant sutras first to exorcise evil spirits?"

Master Qingran looked at him helplessly, and gestured: "A dumb man can't chant scriptures."

Chang Geng originally thought that he could become a half-doctor after learning medical skills from Ms. Chen for a while, but when it came to an emergency, he realized that there was a patient who was really helpless. When he saw the blood of that person, his mind went blank. It seemed as if all the medical books memorized were returned to Ms. Chen, not to mention the treatment.

The best military doctors in the Jiangbei camp were all gathered in the handsome tent that had just been cleaned up and had no time to live in. Everyone who came out and went in was very nervous. Chang Geng clung to Gu Yun tightly, not thinking that he was in the way, so quietly Sitting on the side silently made the military doctors tremble.

Liao Ran stood outside the door and looked at King Yan worriedly. He had heard how Chang Geng was tied up like a hedgehog when the capital was in crisis. No one was holding him back.

However, to his surprise, Chang Geng was extremely quiet from the beginning to the end, without the slightest intention of going crazy. Gu Yun's confused sentence "Don't let him know" was like a pin that fixed the sea, firmly nailing his heart and soul to the sea. into the body.

Chang Geng suddenly felt that he had taken too much from Gu Yun, and he was becoming more and more insatiable inadvertently, to the point where he never let him have a day of peace of mind. How did those new and old injuries on his body come about? He was completely concealed, Chang Geng could almost imagine how many times Gu Yun suffered injuries and illnesses in places where he could not see, and he had to tell the people next to him to block the news so that he would not know.

"Your Highness," a military doctor said cautiously, "half of the general is due to overwork this time, and... uh... the backlog of wounds he has accumulated on the front line in the past two years has hurt his heart. The blood congestion has not come out, although this time looks dangerous, it may not be all bad things."

After hearing this, Chang Geng silently stretched out his hand to suppress Gu Yun's chaotic pulse, and managed to calm down his distraught mind. He fumbled around for a while, but still couldn't find out why, so he could only trust the diagnosis of these military doctors, and after a "hmm" Asked: "How to use the medicine, do you have any conclusions?"

The military doctor hesitated for a moment, then said: "Uh... In this situation, Commander, it's better not to overuse the medicine, the main thing is to nourish and calm the mind."

After he finished speaking, he also knew that he had said something nonsense, and carefully looked at Chang Geng's hand that was holding Gu Yun with blue veins, for fear that King Yan would attack him, but after waiting tremblingly for a long time, Chang Geng didn't say anything, just Sitting beside him dazedly for a while.

Then he politely cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, and please do your best."

Several military doctors were flattered, and they filed out, each doing his best.Then the monk quietly entered the door, stood in front of Chang Geng with a sad face for a while, couldn't 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 mantra.

Chang Geng sighed: "Bie Jie, master, he has a grudge against the Buddha. Are you chanting sutras in front of him to wake him up? Is the wooden bird by your side? Write a letter to Chen Qingxu."

Liao looked up at him.

Chang Geng said expressionlessly: "Ask her, how many things she helped Gu Zixi hide from me."

Liao Ran gestured, "Is the prince alright?"

Chang Geng's shoulders moved slightly. In an instant, Monk Yaoran felt that he was about to collapse, but Chang Geng didn't. He looked down at Gu Yun for a while, and did something that almost scared Master Liaoran to tears. Reluctantly holding Gu Yun's hand, he slowly bent down in front of the clear face, and kissed between Gu Yun's eyebrows. The kiss was serious and pious, almost solemn.

Liaoran gasped in shock.

Chang Geng didn't leave Gu Yun's eyes, and he didn't know who he whispered to: "It's okay, don't worry."

Master Liaoran was frightened, he recited "emptiness is form, form is emptiness", and fled in small steps, only Chang Geng was left silently guarding Gu Yun.

In the second half of the night, Gu Yun turned from a coma to a coma. He seemed to be trapped in some kind of nightmare, and would occasionally move uneasily. Chang Geng remembered that when Gu Yun had a high fever that year, he couldn't lie down no matter what, but it seemed that if he felt With someone by his side, he would be a little more stable, so he leaned against the bed and hugged him all the time.

The faint fire in General Zhong's mourning hall was shining, I don't know what he would say to Gu Yun if he had any knowledge from the spring and came back to entrust his dream.

Chang Geng tightened his hands and hugged Gu Yun in a protective posture. For the first time, he didn't have any dependence on his little adoptive father or desire for his sweetheart. Instead, he seemed to cherish a young and fragile child.

In those days when he couldn't get what he wanted, Chang Geng had imagined countless times, if he was born ten or twenty years earlier, what would be the situation between him and Gu Yun?

Now, on the wet and cold Jiangbei front line, the ten years that could not be reached have shrunk to an inch, and he has passed by one step at a time.

It's a pity that he didn't delay the little moves of the Westerners after ten years of this night.

That night, the envoy and the pope completed their internal struggle, which ended with the envoy's short-lived victory, and reached a consensus to sneak attack on the Daliang navy.

The plan was originally set for this gloomy night, but unexpectedly, without waiting for action, a sudden message came from the watchtower, saying that Daliang's Jiangbei defense line was tightened, and the alert level was adjusted to the most serious and critical situation.

Mr. Ya quickly rushed into the main ship that 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 breastfeeding. The opponent has already raised the defense level. We are head-to-head like this. Not economically…”

Before he could finish speaking, the envoy had already strode in with an ugly face: "No one is allowed to change my plan!"

The envoy can represent the king and deal with the nobles in front of the Holy See and the army. He must have a very strong background. He is a deeply trusted and talented young master. He is arrogant and arrogant. He only praised Haikou in the first few days. In the end, he didn't pay attention to Daliang Shuijun and the head coach of Xuantieying at all. Unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face as soon as he let out the words.

Regardless of other things, the emissary's self-esteem couldn't accept it.

The Pope was also in a hurry: "Please restrain your personal emotions, war is not fighting spirit and joking!"

The envoy blushed and argued thickly: "No one jokes about war, Your Majesty! If the enemy is just bluffing, what does it mean? This is precisely the best time for us to attack!"

Mr. Ya immediately asked back: "If it's not a bluff?"

"There's no such possibility," the envoy gave him a gloomy glance, "These fragile sailors have no fighting power at all, you are just worried about taking risks—"

Mr. Ya: "This is an illogical sophistry!"

"Pay attention to your wording, sir," the emissary said coldly, and then he turned his eyes and took out a roll of parchment from his bosom, "I'm not here to discuss, gentlemen, I signed it half an hour ago This is the backup copy, please read it clearly."

Mr. Ya blushed and had a thick neck, and before he had time to protest, the main ship "Sea Monster" suddenly let out a long sound like a sigh, and moved involuntarily!

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Ya roared, and instinctively pulled out the sword from his waist, "Stop!"

The envoy did not show weakness, and immediately took out his resplendent knight's epee: "It is our honor to fight to the death for the king and infinite glory. We did not come to the front line to kneel and pray in the harbor! "

Mr. Ya: "What are you talking about..."

Pope: "Enough!"

The envoy sneered mockingly: "Why, what other orders does Your Majesty have?"

The pope's cheeks twitched nervously for a moment, and finally compromised helplessly on the main ship that had left the port: "If you must follow your ridiculous plan, at least my people will be in command on the battlefield."

The envoy was eager to agree—in case the action failed, His Excellency the Pope would be a ready-made scapegoat. Satisfied, he sneered at Mr. Ya, retracted the sword in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Go at full speed!"

It was night, and the Western "Sea Jiao Fleet" that passed through the disguise slowly dispersed in the long front of the two rivers, quietly bypassing the Jiangbei camp, and prepared to land in the glory of God.

And in northern Xinjiang thousands of miles away, the eighteen tribes also sent a second batch of envoys to contact Daliang.

Cao Chunhua personally rushed to the northern border. Both he and Chen Qingxu had gone deep into the northern wilderness and were very familiar with the Sirius tribe. They escorted the delicate situation in northern border side by side, and accompanied Shen Yi on the defense line of Xuantieying See the northern barbarian envoy.

Through the clairvoyance, the Beiman envoys who could see this time still did not come empty-handed. There was a convoy behind them. Judging from the appearance of the convoy and the depth of the ruts, it seemed that they were specially here to transport Ziliujin.

A young man about 25 or [-] was surrounded by emissaries. At first glance, he seemed to be the leader of the group. However, upon closer inspection, the young man was pale and obviously frightened, caught between several horses. In the middle, it seems that they were hijacked by the left and right.

Shen Yi didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to Chen Qingxu, so he had to ask Cao Chunhua in a low voice: "Who is that man?"

Cao Chunhua glanced through clairvoyance, and replied: "The second prince who is charming in Calais."

"What?" Shen Yi frowned, "Are you sure, you read it right?"

Cao Chunhua winked at him, pinched the orchid and pointed at Shen Yi's chest: "Oh, General Shen, Mr. Shen, I only remember two things in my life, one is the face, and the other is the tone of the person's speech. Trust me."

When he was a child, Shen Yi took him to read, at that time he felt that this person was a quite normal little girl, who would have thought that when he grew up, as he "recovered" his male body, his whole body would suddenly become this kind of virtue.As an older, pedantic, unmarried man, Shen Yi really couldn't understand and couldn't stand Mrs. Cao's tough teasing, so he felt goosebumps all over his body, and subconsciously took a wrong step in Chen Qingxu's direction, avoiding the stick that occupied him. Cheap fingers.

"Xiao Cao." Miss Chen raised her eyelids and coldly warned Cao Chunhua.

No one in Linyuan Pavilion dared to offend Miracle Doctor Chen, so Cao Chunhua immediately shut up and sat upright on the horseback. Five of them analyzed Shen Yi: "General, I think the Eighteen Tribes are here this time." Really, handing over the 'Wolf King' is too embarrassing, they may want to push the puppet that the barbarian envoy caused in the capital to the puppet of the second prince, and make peace."

Shen Yi tapped lightly on the bridle with his fingers: "Wait a minute, don't get too excited, I always think it's too easy for barbarians to recognize you."

He has dealt with the northern barbarians a lot in the Western Regions, and he knows what kind of shitty people from the Eighteen Tribes are.

Most of these cattle herders don’t cry when they don’t see the coffin, but at this time, the Xuantieying just advanced a little deterrence, and they haven’t reached the northern barbarian position yet, let alone make a move. Shen Yi always feels that the Eighteen Tribes should still hold back for a while.

Cao Chunhua looked at the suspected large number of Ziliujin, licked his lips, and asked, "Then what should we do? Should people be let in or not?"

Shen Yi said very cautiously: "All the archers aim their white arrows. It is strictly forbidden for this barbarian to approach. Summon gold analysts to come over and check one by one."

Cao Chunhua's expression froze, and when she turned her head to meet Shen Yi's gaze, both of them thought of the evil giant kite in the small town of Yanhui back then.

If it was someone else, at least a tiger would not eat its child, but Jialai Yingzhuo couldn't use mortal reasoning to deduce that he was really capable of deceiving the enemy's gate with his own son's life.

As soon as Shen Yi gave an order, the Xuantieying immediately raised their swords, and the murderous intent in the entire North Land soared, surrounding the Beiman envoys.

The second prince trembled on the horse and almost fell off. Then, a team of well-trained gold inspectors ran out and opened the boxes one by one in front of the Beiman envoys.

Several large carts of Ziliujin, which made people's eyes turn blue, were exposed in front of Shen Yi and the others.

The gold inspector did not dare to be sloppy, and checked the purity of each car of Ziliujin one by one, and then inserted a special pole into the sealed compartment to check the capacity of Ziliujin.

A few long poles covered with purple gold were presented to Shen Yi, the scales on them were almost full, and the gold examiner quickly reported: "General, the purity is no problem, it has reached the level of annual tribute."

Shen Yi let out a "huh", still not let go of his doubts, looked up at the second prince, there was a distressed purple mark on the second prince's forehead, like a whip, his face was covered with snot and tears, he opened his mouth to howl movements, but no sound.

Chen Qingxu said in a low voice: "General Shen, you can see that there is a purple mark on his forehead. I have heard about it in the Eighteen Tribes. It is a kind of voodoo used to kill mouths. Now his whole body is stiff, equivalent to He was fixed on the horse, and he could not even cough. After a few moments, when the purple marks deepened and turned black, he would fall to the ground and die. Even an autopsy can only reveal that he died of excessive fright and palpitations. .”

Shen Yi didn't care about his blushing and shyness, he hurriedly ordered: "Wait, let them stop!"

The black eagle in the sky shouted sharply: "Stop!"

The horse of the second barbarian prince stopped suddenly, and he jumped forward as if his center of gravity was unstable. His hard riding boots just hit the corner of the oil truck next to him, and there was a resounding "clang" sound.

One corner of the tanker is empty!

Shen Yi's pupils shrank suddenly: "Back!"

After he finished speaking, a barbarian in the envoy jumped up and rushed towards an oil truck, and was shot dead by Xuan Ying with an arrow. The entire Xuan Tie camp backed away in silence, and Shen Yi pulled Chen Qing away. She took Xu's bridle and beat her horse to the back of the formation.

In the blink of an eye, a cluster of sparks shot out to the sky.

It turned out that there was a skinny young man of the Sirius family hidden under the oil truck, waving a torch in his hand, and lit a fuse hidden under the oil truck. He smiled sinisterly towards the direction of the sky.

The next moment, the first Ziliujin fuel truck exploded, and the boy was wiped out in ashes.

The huge impact exploded from that point, layers of purple flames several tens of feet rose into the sky, the surrounding air boiled instantly, and an invisible heat wave rolled in, and the broken black iron warrior's cold black armor The back was burned red alive, and the burnt gold boxes exploded like a chain.