Sha Po Lang

Chang Geng's voice was low and vague, even if it was close to his ears, Gu Yun couldn't hear clearly, he turned his head to Chang Geng suspiciously, and asked, "What did you say?"

Chang Geng's gaze passed over his eyes covered by the glazed mirror, his whole body was exhausted, but his blood was still boiling, his mouth was dry from the heat, and for a moment he wanted to hug him in public and make out with him. , but with a sweep of his gaze, he saw Master Ran's empty face from a distance. He suddenly smiled and realized that he was lost. After silently reflecting for a moment, he let go of Gu Yun's waist, took his hand, and followed the The weak but stabilized pulse calmed him down bit by bit: "It's nothing - I saw the messenger go north just now, is it a note for the capital?"

"Yes," Gu Yun nodded, "This time, let the imperial court take the initiative to send people to contact foreigners. We have been passive before, and this time we should have confidence."

Chang Geng: "Want to talk about peace?"

"Discord," Gu Yun said lightly, "How can someone else sleep soundly on the side of the couch, not to mention the unpaid blood debt, the fertile land in the south of the Yangtze River is occupied by these beasts, it makes me feel sick even in my dreams."

Chang Geng immediately reacted: "You are planning to drag them along and nibble away bit by bit."

On the one hand, the signals of peace talks are sent out to let the already powerless enemies take a chance and leave them room for internal consumption; By the way, train troops during the war, and when the time is right, the north is fully prepared, and the young Jiangbei navy is mature, then go south in one fell swoop.

Gu Yun let out a "hmm", let him drag his wrist into the handsome tent, stretched out his hand to wipe Chang Geng's face, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, your face is all stained."

Chang Geng lost half of his bones by his sudden tenderness, but then he woke up again, always feeling that there must be nothing good about his gentle attitude.

Sure enough, Gu Yun sat on the side, held Chang Geng's hand instead, squeezed it in his palm, stroked it for a while and said: "There is one more thing."

Chang Geng raised one eyebrow high, and looked down at him expressionlessly.

Gu Yun supported Chang Geng's palm with one hand, and covered the back of his hand with the other hand. He lowered his head and kissed the cracked fingertips: "I plan to drag them along and clean up the north first."

Chang Geng: "You want to rush back to northern Xinjiang?"

Gu Yun nodded.

Chang Geng: "When?"

Gu Yun: "... soon."

What Gu Yun meant by "soon" basically meant that he would leave at any time according to the movements of the western enemy troops and the damage of the Jiangbei naval forces. If he felt that the condition of the Jiangbei garrison was okay today, he would leave that night. Those who adjust and mobilize will issue orders overnight and leave early the next morning.

Chang Geng: "Then what should I do, run at both ends?"

Gu Yun didn't say a word, it was a tacit agreement.

He suddenly felt sorry for Chang Geng. On the way to the Western Regions that year, Gu Yun swore to Chen Qingxu that even if Chang Geng went crazy in the future, he would take care of it to the end. But these days, he was faintly worried about his future. It will also be powerless.Gu Yun is not afraid of birth, old age, sickness and death. General Zhong's mourning hall is beside him. Counting now, almost all the elders around him, be they good or bad, and those who taught him to harm him, are almost gone. It is obvious that even the greatest heroes have also escaped. But in such a situation, there is no need to compete with him, he is just afraid that he will not be able to protect this little lunatic all the time, but will add trouble and burden to him instead.

Gu Yun's subtle and deep apology made Chang Geng feel a little overwhelmed for a moment. He didn't react at first, but it took a long time to realize that someone had opened a hole in his heart, and his heart and blood flowed aimlessly, but he couldn't find a single place.

He was so distressed that he could only force himself to laugh.

"Okay," Chang Geng said in a brisk but not excessive tone, "Don't worry, have you seen the blueprints I put in your clothes? Soon—after you finish cleaning up the barbarians, maybe the steam on my side The railcars are all repaired, believe it or not?"

Soon he will be able to push such a beam of universal service. Maybe at that time, the Third Black Iron Battalion only needs to guard the entrance of the ancient Silk Road to maintain trade order, or simply open up wasteland on the border collectively. His generals are willing to drink at the border. Whether it's good wine or willing to go back to the capital to quarrel with the birds, you can take it easy, you don't have to rush around, and you don't have to have so many compulsions.

Gu Yun said helplessly: "Why did you start to gasp after a small battle? You should think about how to go back to the military plane first."

Chang Geng bent down: "If I succeed, how will you reward me?"

Gu Yun said generously, "What do you want?"

Chang Geng thought for a while, and whispered something in Gu Yun's ear.

I don't know what kind of shame His Royal Highness Yanwang lost in sneaking, Gu Yun, as a half-deaf, couldn't listen anymore, and cursed with a smile: "Get lost."

His voice just hit Master Yao's face who came to report the situation after the war, and Yao Zhen asked inexplicably, "Where did the commander tell the subordinates to get lost?"

Chang Geng leisurely put his hands behind his back, straightened his waist with an inscrutable face, and stood like a noble and reserved famous flower.

However, when Gu Yun was concentrating on talking to Yao Zhen, he restrained his deliberately smug smile, and his expression gradually became serious.

"I'm running out of time." Chang Geng thought silently.

After all, Gu Yun stayed until the second day, and accompanied Chang Geng to offer a stick of incense to General Zhong Chan, and ate a bowl of hot porridge cooked by King Yan himself in the commander's tent, expressing his dissatisfaction with the green content as usual , implicitly declared his ambition of "not intending the sheep to live", and was ignored as usual. In order not to keep the sheep, he had to eat them raw.

Then he set off for northern Xinjiang early the next morning.

When Gu Yun hurried to the northern border, he was relieved to find that Shen Yi really hadn't lost his rope, and that he had really defended the northern border against the frenzied barbarians.

The crazier Calais Yinghuo was, the closer the end of the Eighteen Tribes was. As Gu Yun expected, after four or five days of fierce fighting, the barbarian attack slowed down significantly, and Cai Xiao, who was overtaken by a victory in a stronghold, was chasing after him. The general took it away, went in and took a look, and found that there were only some Ziliujin that hadn't been burned in time, and the people had already retreated.

Cao Chunhua spit and gestured: "Calais can do it, which means that the previous rebel forces were eliminated or at least suppressed by him, but he still has to fight and employ people, and it is impossible to kiss the subordinates of the other major tribes." All the troops are killed, at most a few leaders are dealt with, and the rebellious forces may be revived."

Shen Yi: "There must be an opportunity."

"That's right," Cao Chunhua said, "General Cai told me the other day that before this time, there were barbarians secretly exchanging purple gold for supplies. Every transaction was recorded, and those who came frequently even left portraits, I went to see it that day, and I really met an acquaintance."

As he spoke, he took out a simple scroll from his sleeve, spread it out on the small table, pointed to the human being on the portrait and said, "This man is a slave in charge of horses under Calaising's tenure. I know this man, he is The chief executive, usually relying on the chief executive to be domineering when he has nothing to do... Presumably the people have been struggling for years of war, and it is not only the careerists of the eighteen tribes who are dissatisfied with Calais, I think there is something to be done here."

Gu Yun asked: "How sure are you?"

Cao Chunhua winked at him, and said with tongue curled, "That depends on how much wealth the commander-in-chief prepares for me."

Gu Yun thought to himself: "If this kid stays with me for a longer period of time, I will definitely beat him up for all these stinky problems."

He waved his hand out of sight and out of mind, telling the delicate Cao Chunhua to go away.

Before Shen Yi had time to ask about the specific action plan, the soldiers came to report again, saying that Chen Qingxu had come.

Gu Yun looked at Shen Yi in amazement from staggering to sitting upright, with his cheeks tensed as if he was facing an enemy, even the face saint had never been so serious before.

Chen Qingxu came to inform them that she planned to go with Cao Chunhua to find out the secret of the voodoo of Calais Yinghuo.

Shen Yi became anxious as soon as he heard it, and quickly winked at Gu Yun. Gu Yun looked around and pretended not to know anything - he had known each other for many years, and he knew a little bit about the temperament of the Chen family. Miss Chen came here just out of politeness. Saying hello, not asking for advice.

Gu Yun couldn't count on him at the critical moment, so Shen Yi had no choice but to use his half-paralyzed tongue to go into battle and said, "A genius doctor like Miss Chen is very valuable, and she shouldn't even come to the front line. It would be too childish to sneak into the enemy army." ——In case something happens again...isn't it, Commander?"

Gu Yun had no choice but to say: "Well, yes, Ji Ping is right."

Chen Qingxu said: "I went north this time to sneak into Calais Yingzhuo's handsome tent to find their lost voodoo secrets. Wouldn't it be better if I could help a little by the way? I have my own discretion in this matter. , Thank you General for your concern."

Gu Yun sighed: "I'm really sorry for bothering you, Miss."

After mentioning this, Chen Qingxu remembered that Chang Geng's interrogation letter was still on her desk, and said with a look on her face, "You don't have to, Commander, just mention my difficulties occasionally under the King Yan's premise."

Shen Yi: "..."

Just now I said that I was right, why did I "troublesome people running around" again after a while?

The bastard surnamed Gu can never hold his position firmly!

Shen Yi tried to search his brains to find various reasons - danger in the enemy's formation?

Given Miss Chen's skill and courage in breaking into the prison under heavy guards from the North Camp, the reasons for this are somewhat hard to explain.

Wounded Barracks needs you?

It's a matter of love that people are willing to stay and help, and it's reasonable if they don't want to - the wounded barracks has its own military doctors, most of them are simple and crude bandages and amputations, which is also a disgrace to Chen's genius doctor.

Chen Qingxu is not a talkative person either, Shen Yi was at a loss for words, and she felt that she had finished speaking, she cupped her hands and turned around to leave.

"Miss Chen!" Shen Yi stood up in panic, almost knocking over the table in front of him.

Gu Yun silently stretched out his hands to cover his face.

Shen Yi was full of thousands of words and lined up in his chest, waiting to express his heart, but unexpectedly, the last gate couldn't be opened when the words came to his mouth, so he had to block them all in his throat, and finally spit out a half-sour sentence Bitter: "Is Miss Chen doing it for King Yan?"

Gu Yun: "..."

Is this when you die?

As soon as Shen Yi said something, he wished he could slap himself on the mouth—this was too inhuman.

Fortunately, Chen Qingxu didn't like to think too much. Hearing the words, he just replied solemnly: "Since King Yan is holding my Linyuan wooden plaque, he has a heavy responsibility and a high position, so I, the Chen family, have a duty to remove the Wuer bones for him. In addition, the voodoo secrets of the Eighteen Tribes have no communication with the Central Plains, and there are no antidote for many strange poisons, and the methods to cure diseases and save people are still in the pile of old papers. Since I have this opportunity, I will always try my best, even in the future It’s not a waste of effort to have something passed down.”

Shen Yi's heart felt cold when he heard it, and he thought about his wife and children all day long, and the difference between him and this girl Chen who cared about all generations was as far as the capital city to the northern Xinjiang.

The family tradition passed down by my father who knew how to play since he became an official early in his family is so far away from Daliang to Xiyang from the Chen family who has hidden in the world and guarded the Linyuan wooden sign for generations.

The Xuanying, which was emitting small white smoke all the way, couldn't fly over!

Shen Yi looked at her plain face and had nothing to say, so he took out a small flare from his bosom and handed it to Chen Qingxu: "This is from the Lingshu Institute recently, no open flame is needed Ignite it, just throw it into the air, as long as it is high enough, it will spontaneously ignite in the air, and it can be seen hundreds of miles away, in case something happens...I...you..."

This incoherent virtue made Gu Yun's teeth hurt for a while.

Chen Qingxu's hand was stuffed with a small signal flare with body temperature, no matter how careless she was, she also felt something at this time, and gave Shen Yi an indescribable look.

Shen Yi couldn't help watching, quickly dug a crack and buried himself, hurriedly found some excuse to say goodbye to Gu Yun, and ran away like flying.

Chen Qingxu: "..."

Gu Yun stood up slowly, and said to Chen Qingxu seriously: "If the barbarians make any changes, don't hold back, send out a signal, and someone from our side will respond immediately, pay more attention to safety... When the triumphant return, ask Shen Jiping to sing and listen .”

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Chen Qingxu still nodded, but the more he listened to the latter, the more strange it became: "What song are you singing?"

The unscrupulous Gu Shuai said with a smile, "Yue Ren Song."

That night, Chen Qingxu and Cao Chunhua crossed the absent-minded northern barbarian defense line and quietly entered the core capital of the eighteen tribes.

It is said to be "Dadu", but it is actually just a lively tribal settlement. Except for the occasional murderous barbarian warriors, most of the civilians on the roadside are dressed in rags.

The starving child lay unattended on the side of the road, coveted by wild dogs, and the woman with a sluggish face wandered around for a moment, resigned to her fate, got up and left like a corpse.

In the middle of the gorgeous aristocratic tents are stern heavy-armored wizards, and goshawks and eagle armors are circling in the sky together, and the smell of carrion and blood is everywhere... mixed with a little faint fragrance of Ziliujin.

Under the banner of the Central Wolf King, a man of medium build walked into the residence of the Wolf King holding a bowl of soup, and the guards on both sides greeted respectfully in unison: "Chief." With a sound, he walked into the wolf king's tent with the medicine in his hand.

A haggard young man greeted him, took the medicine bowl, "I'll do it."

The chief executive looked at his expression and asked, "My lord, how is my king today?"

"Same as usual." Shizi shook his head and entered together with him.

I saw that the thick felt was separated to the two sides, revealing a skylight. Under the skylight, there was a wheelchair with a golden box, and a tall "bone frame" sat on it. Hearing the movement, the bone frame slowly turned the wheelchair Facing the visitor, he opened his eyes a little.

His eyes were not cloudy yet, they were astonishingly bright, and the energy of the whole person was concentrated in these fierce eyes.

It was Calais who seduced himself.

Years ago, wolf king Jialai Yingzhuo had a serious illness, and suddenly had a stroke and fell into a coma. After waking up, he couldn't even speak clearly, and was bedridden for a while.Several tribal leaders of the Eighteenth Tribe Alliance thought he was finished, and jointly staged a coup, put the wolf king's son under house arrest, pushed the cowardly second prince to the throne, and were busy trying to curry favor with Daliang and send people to peace talks.

But who would have thought that the Wolf King, who had even "betrayed" the head of the personal bodyguard, would be able to turn around, and first secretly ordered the head of the bodyguard to sneak into the peace talks mission to cause changes in the northern border of Daliang, and no one knew that he had a group of foreigners in his hands The forward heavy armor sent back then was used as a trump card, and when several tribal leaders were struggling to deal with Daliang, they secretly raised money, took down the rebel party in one fell swoop, bloodwashed the alliance wolf king flag, and then brazenly gathered [-] catties of Ziliujin to counterattack Daliang.

The head manager lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes, and listened respectfully to what Calais Yinghuo and Shizi were talking - this man was too terrifying, every hair smelled of blood.

Suddenly, Calais threw the medicine bowl in his hand at Shi Zi's body: "Trash!"

The chief executive trembled.

The son cautiously said: "Father, there is really not enough supplies. This year, more than half of the old people and children in the tribes starved to death, and there are corpses everywhere..."

Calais roared: "For useless things, if you don't have enough Ziliu gold, go dig them up, if you don't have enough supplies, go to the Central Plains to grab them! If you don't have enough, let those nobles who eat vegetarian meals donate their corpses!"

His tongue was still a bit clumsy, and the words he yelled were bluntly vague. His eyes were red and he said, "Father, we can't cross the Xuantie camp on the border of the Central Plains. The nobles can't donate anything anymore. They..."

His words were once again interrupted by Calais' angry scolding. The news of the Western navy's battle with Daliang in the south had already come, but the news was blocked after all. Calais Yinghuo firmly believes that after the encirclement of the North and the South, it is only a matter of time before the rapid progress.

He is indeed still vicious, but I am afraid that he is so vicious that he has gone a little crazy.

The head steward watched the wolf king beat and scold the son repeatedly, and even sat on the ground with a cup covered, and a piece of his forehead was smashed. Then he quietly withdrew, and went straight back to his tent - several big nobles in the clan He Zhongyuan's distinguished guests were there waiting for his news.