The God[Quick Transmigration]

Close the mansion and the meeting hall.

Feng Gan was at the head of the conference table in the conference hall. At this time, his subordinate Shen Mou, who was sitting on both sides, was listening to Sun Wei, who was holding a telegram record file in the front left, reporting the latest situation——

"...The 21th, [-]th, [-]th, and [-]st divisions completed the deployment of young marshals yesterday, and the army/team and headquarters were all in place; the [-]th and [-]th divisions were on the march by the [-]th Division of Sun's investigation team Perceived, clashed, minor, damaged—"

Sun Wei's voice stopped abruptly at this moment.

Everyone in the conference hall, who had been pondering, looked up suspiciously, and followed Sun Wei's eyes with the same emotion, and fell on Feng Qian who was in the first place——

Feng Qian, who was used to not being able to see any emotions on his face, had a very ugly expression at this moment, and the raised wrist showed that it was he who had stopped Sun Wei's voice with a flat push.

Facing everyone's incomprehensible gazes, he frowned and pressed the position of his heart—the inexplicable and sudden palpitation just now made him seem to be covered by some dark cloud at this moment, and he felt oppressed and painful that he couldn't extricate himself from.

"—Young Marshal?"

Everyone's face changed slightly when they saw this, and the discomfort that Feng Qian could show could not be easily replaced.

Feng Qian didn't say anything, but he closed his eyes. Three seconds later, he suddenly opened them. His eyes, which he couldn't hide, were so fierce that people dare not look at each other——

"Before Liu Sheng left, did he talk to you guys?!"

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard the words, and looked at each other for a moment. After a while, Du Feng, Sun Wei and others spoke back and forth——

"Mr. Liu and I handed over the bulk cargo transportation, customs clearance routes and staffing at the port."

"...Mr. Liu handed over confidential materials such as the consumption and supply of internal military supplies, the establishment and distribution of troops stationed in Biandu, and communications with me."

"You are all so early?" Lin Xiangcheng was taken aback, "Why did I just receive a transfer here, saying that Mr. Liu listed information about important military/government officials and family backgrounds in the northern government/government, and the degree of win-win? The sender also mentioned that there are a large number of northern government/government troops deployed, but the timeliness is out of reach, and it is expected that the northern government will make a nearby adjustment—”

Before the last word "whole" was uttered, it was interrupted by a cracking sound of "click". After seeing it clearly, everyone was shocked, and they all bowed their heads and remained silent.

At this time, the armrest of the chair of the chairman of the meeting room has been crushed by the man with a livid face. Among all the people present, the longest one has been with Feng Gan for more than ten years—the young marshal of the Tang family has not changed his name. Time has followed him - but no one has ever seen Feng Gan's undisguised anger.

Du Feng remembered the young marshal he saw in "Night" that day, in the same state of rage, but the man at that time had never had such a terrifying expression on his face, so that he even had a series of tantrums. The illusion that air is compressed and boiled.

"...Telegram to the northern government in the personal name of Tang Yiyao——"

When he opened his mouth again, every word Feng Gan uttered hit everyone's hearts with weight like a thousand weights: "Within one day, release Shen Fan, the negotiator who went to the north——If there is any mistake, Tang will curse you!" , and are not afraid to send troops to the north, and encircle the province where the northern government/government is located-the next time we will pour out the strength of the army, vowing to make rivers of blood flow and not a blade of grass grow!"

From the end of the speech, it is already a word and a sentence, and the sound is sharpened.

"Young commander..."

The tip of the recorder responsible for sending the report trembled slightly.

Feng Gan seemed to be calmer now. Hearing the words, he looked sideways, and the coldness in his eyes still made the recorder tremble——

"The cipher text telegraphed the 21th, [-]th, [-]th, and [-]st divisions, and entered the first-level combat readiness state in the original combat unit, waiting for an offensive order at any time. The cipher text telegraphed the [-]th and [-]th divisions, and marched to the original destination regardless of the cost. If you encounter friction again, you must cut first and then play, and enter the first-level combat readiness state after arriving at the combat position. The cipher text telegram Marshal Tang—"

There was a slight pause in Feng Gan's voice, and he continued after a moment: "I am not Xiao Ziyi, I implore my father to send troops to help us drive the north together...Although the original time did not arrive, the grandson of the southern family is watching. It's all decided, the northern leader can stay away from him, but can't join him; it's not as good as driving away and swallowing it, and replacing it - please father to make a decision early!"

The telegram was sent directly to the northern government/government in clear text, and when it was presented to the desk of the head of the northern government and special general Peng Zeyue, nearly half of the top military/government officials in China knew the contents of the telegram.

The vast majority of people sneered at this threat - even if Marshal Tang won the majority of the people's support for fighting the enemy in the old days, his son would not have the ability to mobilize Marshal Tang's army; not to mention how many people don't know, Back then when Tang Yi was in the Tang family, he was whipped by Marshal Tang for three days, and then expelled from the house and changed his name and surname... Over the years, how many of you still remember the young marshal of the Tang family who was the most amazing man in Beijing when he was young?

Among them, the ones who believed the telegram were members of the Sun family of the southern government.

So President Sun's mansion had such a conversation——

"President, can we take advantage of Biandu's lack of energy and attack the north on both sides? If Tang Yi's power in Biandu is lost, his father Tang Yongtian will lose his arm."

"...Do you think that Tang Yimao did not hesitate to change his name and surname, just for the palm-sized place in Biandu? It has been so many years... At that time, he had such a conversation and vision when he was young. Now that all these years have passed, how did he go? I can't even guess where it will go. There is often a saying that people are not allowed to snore on the side of the couch... If I didn't care about Tang Yiyao's influence, how could I endure a nail in Bian Du's place? The deeper the wedge? Up to now, I can't see through it——Tang Yongtian and Tang Yiyao, who has the strength of whose arm is unknown..."

"According to what the president said, we just sit back and watch the fire from the other side?"

"Naturally, you can't just not react at all. This time, Tang Yiyao went directly past me to talk to Nanfang, and sent a telegram in plain text. If he didn't respond at all, he would be showing cowardly... Now that Tang Yiyao dares to declare war openly, it is natural that there will be one or even two wars. We can't tear ourselves apart with him until the situation is clear; it's better to call the nearby combat units to help the momentum--remember to be reliable, and not to rush forward--otherwise it will be swallowed up. It’s not worth the candle.”

"But if this is the case, the Tang family really took over the North and turned around to deal with us, wouldn't that be..."

"Tang Yiyao made it clear this time that he was going to fight the North to the death. Can't you see that? I don't know what kind of character Shen Fan is... I only heard that Tang Yiyao has an evil ghost face Liu Yan Wang beside him, but I don't know there is one. Such a great influence... Shen Fan fell into the hands of the northern government/government, even if his life was not dead, it would definitely not be far behind. Tang Yiyao and the North will definitely not die this time; at that time, we just need to let the former If the combat units who are going to help make a small opening, naturally there will be desperate dogs scrambling to join them, just watch."

…………

When Shen Fan slowly regained his vague consciousness after countless times of severe pain, he was too tired to open his eyes.

No matter how hard he struggled, the ending that he couldn't escape had already made him numb. When he was barely awake, he was used to diluting all kinds of torture with past memories.

Until the deep voice with almost undetectable trembling rang in his ears——

"...Shen Fan."

Shen Fan's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

The face with heavy tiredness and complex emotions that caught his eyes made him feel familiar and strange, but he couldn't tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.

... Or maybe because of too much obsession, he is close to the last fantasy of death?

"Shen Fan..."

The man called out again in front of his eyes, and the voice was already filled with a mixture of pain and happiness, and the fingertips that lightly brushed his cheek were trembling coldly.

Shen Fan opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but was blocked by the man's sudden kiss——

It wasn't even a kiss anymore, but closer to a bite. After a while, Shen Fan smelled the familiar smell of blood again. Shen Fan, who was used to depression and pain, was stunned for a while before closing his eyes to bear the man's turbulent pain. Almost wanting to vent his emotions, let that person ravage every inch between his lips and teeth——

"... almost... I was almost unable to save you, Shen Fan... How dare you—how dare you?!"

The strength of the man's pressing on the bed was about to lose control.

At this moment, the voice of an old man who was not loud but dignified sounded beside him——

"...He just woke up, and you want to knock him out again?"

Feng Qian's kiss paused for a while, and then slowly softened, but there were still some uncontrollable mood swings that made the air pressure around him sluggish and not pick up.

"……sorry……"

Between the kisses, Shen Fan's voice was soft like a whisper.

In this sentence, Feng Gan stopped his movements, and after a while he raised his face, "...you don't need to apologize--Liu Sheng is dead, the 'funeral affairs' handover is perfect, and the position of military adviser is no different from yours. It doesn’t matter, you are now just my personal property redeemed—from today onwards, it will be as you wish... You don’t have to get out of the bed in the closed mansion.”

……

The history of Huaguo will forever leave that thick ink - after that sudden battle where the public and the private could not be distinguished, the mansion of Marshal Tang, the new head of the northern government, ushered in a new era. A beautiful wedding.

And the young marshal's wife, who was only glimpsed in the eyes of everyone on the horse that the young marshal of the Tang family rode, was also forever remembered in history.

Shen Fan who returned to the void this time, after all the memories returned violently, smiled with downcast eyes.

The task world forcibly sealed the memory, but let him reap such a great gift, even the pain of being tortured was still deep in the bones after the scars were eliminated, which made him feel indifferent.

It wasn't until this moment that he felt that the bond between himself and Yan Huaijin was no longer unilateral wishful thinking, and they would never be separated from each other forever.

The author has something to say: Cough...the intact Shen Yaoxie is back...

In addition, the author has a very troublesome experiment and electronic report to do tomorrow, so visually, there should be no update tomorrow, how about a group~