On the second day of the second month of the 9th year of Long'an, the day the dragon raised its head, the expedited documents from Camp were sent to the Military Office - General Zhong Chan suddenly fell off his horse while patrolling the camp and fell into a coma.

The entire camp military doctors gathered in his tent, and the people were probably not good.

After the emergency confirmation of the situation, the Military Affairs Office immediately decided to release the red label emergency document and forward it to Gu Yun. The letter had not been sent yet, and the second emergency document from Daying arrived.

General Zhong Chan is gone.

He died on the front line, but not on the battlefield, but like thousands of ordinary old men in the world, he died without any pain.

This kind of death makes people feel empty because there is no enemy to hate, no hatred to vent, and it is not before the long-term bed.

Suddenly, a person disappeared, making people feel very unrealistic.

Gu Yun took the red label and watched the incense stick of light for a full time, and slowly spit out from his disordered heart in one breath, and then he came to his senses - it was not a dream.

The handsome man was silent for a moment, and then he didn't know who started to start and said "Sad" in a silence.

Chen Yi whispered: "Master, the old general is seventy-six, and he is already in his seventies. It is considered a joyful delight. Don't take it too much in your heart."

"I know," Gu Yun sat silently for a while and waved his hand, "I know, it's okay, but the situation in is subtle. The head coach had an accident at this time. Chongze had just taken over the Governor of Liangjiang again, and it was difficult to take care of both. I'm afraid there will be a change, um... I think about it..."

However, he said, "I think about it", but 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.

Chen Yi looked at his unpainful face and whispered: "Master General Zhong, the Navy was transferred and transferred to the place after Master Yao's hand. He has been trained to this day. Others may not be able to suppress the navy's formation."

After he started to act like this, Gu Yun finally reacted and calmly answered his own voice: "Yao Chongze and Mr. Zhong's deputy general can still deal with it for the time being, but Lord Yao's temporary acting governor of Liangjiang is probably the first to do so. Yang Ronggui has just had an accident less than half a year, and he finally stabilized..."

Afterwards, Gu Yun was inconvenient to show it out loudly in front of the generals - the situation in has finally stabilized, refugees, merchants and local officials have just returned to their posts, factories in many places have just been built, and people have not yet warmed up the house...

King Yan just resigned not long ago, who will take over the line of the Canal?

Is there another bloody storm of fighting for power, or is it that all the previous efforts are burned down?

Some people live in the wrong time, some people die in the wrong time, and the old general Zhong died in the wrong time.

Gu Yun paused: "I have to go over and take a look, here..."

Cai Yan hurriedly said: "General He and General Shen are here, don't worry, the general is not in trouble in the northern border."

Gu Yun nodded and asked his personal soldiers to clean up. He quickly spread out the paper and pen and wrote a memorial to the court.

We have to send someone to deliver letters first, and we have to hand over military affairs. We have to make a lot of trouble until the lights are on. Gu Yun is still pulling Chen Yi to explain: "Calai Yinghuo is a hero most of the time, and a small part of the time is a mad dog. This time, the eighteen tribes are in chaos. What will happen if they are not done well? Do you know?"

Chen Yi nodded: "The barbarians will decline."

Since Pangu opened the world to the present, many clan bloodlines have been destroyed in the vast time, either natural disasters, wars, or assimilated by the long intermarriage... Some are like the collapse of Mount Tai, some are like the wind blowing sand, turning the sky and earth, and then subtly transformed.

Chen Yi finally understood what he felt when he heard Chi Kuyou singing in the prison that day. The barbarians were heading towards the end - even though they were struggling to death, they seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand.

Today is a barbarian. If the capital city was broken back then, the one who was heading to the end might become a big beam.

"Just be sure," Gu Yun said, "Calais and Hugel's crazy people who can make their own children urgles. At the last moment, no one knows what they can do. Don't take it lightly. Old Cai is old, He Ronghui has a too irritable temper. Ji Ping, it may be your main dependence here."

Gu Yun was also talking nonsense when he was free, but he was not a long-winded person in his business. In his opinion, this level of advice was a bit too much - but he had no choice, and he was too worried.

Chen Yi: "Leave it to me. If something happens in northern Xinjiang, I will go to see you with my head."

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

Chen Yi: "..."

Before he had an attack, Gu Yun ran to a safe distance and pulled out a wind cutting blade and straddled it to his back: "I'm leaving."

"Wait, Zixi!" Chen Yi suddenly called him, "Take Miss Chen with you."

After the news of General Zhong's death came, Gu Yun was orderly in handing over military affairs, and even told the generals one by one, and even made a few jokes as if nothing had happened. Outsiders seemed to him that his reaction was so calm that he was almost cold, but Chen Yi felt worried. When he got clues about the Xuantie Camp incident from the mouth of Calais Yinghuo, he looked like this as if nothing had happened at the beginning.

"What should I do to take her?" Gu Yun said without looking back, "You really think that the Chen family sells elixirs, can the buried people be saved?"

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

At the same time, there is no airtight wall in the world. Although the beam has tried hard to keep it silent, it is impossible for the opponent's commander to completely hide something from the opponent's commander when the two armies faced off. Just when Gu Yun received the news and rushed to the station overnight, the Jiangnan and Western Army was also brightly lit and sleepless all night.

Mr. Ya took the potion held by the waiter and ordered, "I will bring it to His Majesty, and you will let them not disturb you."

The waiter bowed respectfully and ran away quickly.

Before he could get close to the door, Mr. Ya first heard the quarrel inside.

"No, it's too greedy," the pope said hoarsely, or mixed with a few coughs. "I don't recommend doing this. You can't swallow something bigger than your own appetite. Sooner or later something will happen!"

Another man replied in a slick voice like a reptile: "I am forgiving, Your Majesty, this is not greed, but attainable benefits-If I dream of eating a star in one bite, then I am greedy, but on the contrary, I just want an extra small cookie, and it happens to be right at my hand..."

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

The man who confronted the pope suddenly shut up, reached out and touched his beard, shrugging 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 was sent by the king and nobles of the Holy Land to manage the accounts.

The king of the Holy Land couldn't wait to gather the land and royal power, and wanted the pope to fall. At the beginning, the envoy was very malicious and tried every means to prove that this war was a complete mistake. However, gradually, as they transported back to the country to plunder more and more finances and minerals, all kinds of disharmonious voices in the country were low.

The greed of the holy land was completely lit by the richness of the mysterious Eastern land. The nobles who wanted to see the pope rolling back in shame began to change their attitudes, and promoted the interests of the Western Army in Daliang more actively than anyone before. They wished they could open their small mouths and swallowed the giant in one bite!

This time, taking advantage of the strategic focus of the north to transfer Daliang, and taking advantage of the situation when the people of the Central Plains have no time to take care of others, it was achieved by the Holy Envoy.

The Pope was originally strongly opposed because there was a vast northern part of the Central Plains between the two battlefields of the north and south. Since the transportation and communication lines in the west were disconnected, the efficiency of the two sides was very inefficient. When the Pope integrated the ambitions in all directions to siege the four realms of Daliang, he used the time difference of information blocking and knew the fleetingness of military aircraft. Moreover, in his opinion, Calais in the north had a radical and crazy side in his bones, which was not calm enough, and was not suitable for long-term cooperation.

Unfortunately, although the Pope had the command of this army, the ultimate ownership belonged to the king and nobles of the Holy Land. Materials could be plundered from the local area, but purple gold could not be used - Jiangnan did not even have a drop, and he had to rely on domestic transportation. He invisibly lacked a lot of bargaining chips.

Now, Gu Yun used the trick to trigger civil strife in the barbarians, which invisibly even aggravated the destruction of the barbarians.

Although the Pope did not want to cooperate with Calais, he would never want the Xuantie Camp in the northwest to go south. Once Daliang obtains a large amount of purple gold deposits from the Eighteen Tribes, the Jiangnan battlefield will fall into a very passive situation.

And in this dilemma, they got news that the head coach of Camp was dead, and the Holy Envoy made trouble again.

Mr. Ya put the potion on the table and said respectfully: "If you notice, although the people of the Central Plains have been increasing their troops to , they may not really want to fight. They also want to take the opportunity to take a breath. In this case, the peace talks between our two sides can be operated. Why do you have to take risks and take risks with 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 - both sides sat down at a negotiating table to sign a contract, which seemed to be fulfilling their respective signature procedures, but the content was very different. The difference between the treatment between the advantageous and the disadvantaged parties was so far from the holy land to the Central Plains. Do I need to emphasize this common sense? The commander of the Navy is dead. Isn't this opportunity given to us by God? If we really miss it because of our cowardice, I have a premonition that I will regret it in the future."

Mr. Ya remained calm: "You are right. The commander of the Navy is dead, but Gu Yun is not dead yet, so he will definitely come."

The Holy Envoy looked at him gloomyly: "Then we can launch an attack while their military power is handed over and turn him into a dead person - Didn't your Majesty say that Gu Yun used us to make the Northern Sky Wolf Clan believe that the alliance had broken? Then why don't we prove it to the Sky Wolf Tribe with practical actions? How do you know that the old allies in the past would not surprise us?"

Mr. Ya thought to himself: "It's ridiculous."

But I couldn't argue for a moment, and I was puzzled at that time.

The Pope swallowed the potion like a poison, tremblingly picked up a piece of silk cloth and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then sighed: "Holy Envoy, a war of this scale cannot fundamentally change anything because of the death of one or two people. In the past year, the Navy has established a relatively complete system. Have you ever thought about what would happen if our attacks could not achieve the expected results?"

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

Then without waiting for anyone to refute, the envoy suddenly stood up: "I admit that the possibility you mentioned does exist, but even if the worst happens, we at least show a tough attitude, which is a stimulus to the northern battlefield, and we can still gain more benefits - Your Majesty, I must say, you are too cautious. We have an absolute advantage in the battle along the river. What if the Central Plains people's naval army has been built? One year or two years? I am still sipping. If I were you, I would not have allowed the Liangjiang battlefield to remain silent for so long. I would not have time to build the Central Plains people's army!"

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

The Pope stood up and said solemnly: "Sir, you are very irresponsible to say this."

The Holy Envoy put his hands together and raised his chin: "Your Majesty, our army's purple gold mixing order is in my hands. The mission given to me by the Holy Land allows me to exercise the orders on your behalf at the most critical moment!"

Mr. Ya took a step forward angrily and pressed his hand on the hilt of his waist: "You!"

The holy envoy's sinister eyes fell on him, and the pope grabbed Mr. Ya's sleeve—

The three of them were stalemate for a moment, and the envoy's eyes turned slightly, raised a smile, and said hypocritically: "I have never doubted the wisdom of Your Majesty. Please consider my suggestions carefully and say goodbye."

After saying that, he took up the hat on one side, held it proudly on his head, and turned around and left.

Mr. Ya: "Your Majesty, why should I hold me back? If I kill him..."

"If he is killed, the troops belonging to the king and nobles will immediately mutiny." The pope glared at him fiercely, "Do you really think your soldiers are as loyal to the commander as the Xuan Iron Camp?"

Mr. Ya was stunned: "What should we do? Will we compromise?"

The Pope was silent for a while: "Then I can only pray for God's blessing-"

Bless the Navy, as the Holy Envoy said, was still in her childhood, and bless the Calais on the northern battlefield to be crazy enough to keep the Daliang people firmly. They may be able to seek a good result in the dangerous road.

When the Jiangnan and Western Atlantic Army were intrigue and a new conspiracy was brewing, Gu Yun rushed to and immediately stepped up the defense line. The watchtower took two hours to shift, and the whole body was ready for battle. Then he calmed the emotions in the army, re-formed the formation, and let the generals return to their respective positions. After all, Lord Yao was a civil servant. Although he could hold back his feet, it was impossible to have the authority of Gu Yun to enforce orders, and there was no efficiency in fighting wherever he pointed.

It was busy from noon to evening. Gu Yun had a sip of water. His throat was almost smoking. He could almost taste a little bloody smell. He didn't care about whether it was tea or water. He picked up a bowl of cold water and poured it down. This year, it was very late in the spring in . A few days ago, there was a freezing rain, and there was a bit of cold cold everywhere. This bowl of cold water made Gu Yun cool from the inside out. He shuddered violently, thinking in his heart, "What else is there?"

At this time, Yao Zhen came over and said to him: "Master General, when he sent an urgent case to the Military Affairs Office, the court immediately replied that people were sent soon. It should have been almost the next day. I just got the news that King Yan was here on behalf of the emperor."

Although King Yan resigned from office, he had a status there and had a relationship with General Zhong. To show his honor and favor, it was reasonable to ask him to come to represent the royal family.

"Well, he should come and have a look." Gu Yun finally remembered what he had forgotten, "What... Chongze, where is the mourning hall located, take me to see it."

Yao Zhen took him to the mourning hall.

The mourning hall is colder than in other places. Zhong Chan's coffin is parked in the middle, and cigarette smoke is lingering.

Gu Yun's steps suddenly stopped at the door of the mourning hall - they have been too busy these days. He ran around the north and south, and had been worried about big and small matters. Naturally, he isolated a fact. It was not until this moment that a thought hit his chest unexpectedly.

He thought: "It's my teacher who is gone."

Yao Zhen turned around strangely: "Master, what's wrong?"

Gu Yun took a deep breath, shook his head, and went in and lit an incense stick of Zhong Chan: "Go ahead, go, he and I will stay here for a while, call me any time if you have any questions."

Yao Zhen whispered: "Everyone is born, old, sick and dead. The general also asked for mercy. The general's tent has been packed. I will rest early after I have the grief. I will ask someone to guard the door. The general has something to do."

Gu Yun nodded, not knowing whether he could hear it.

When the mourning hall was empty, his eyes slowly fell on Zhong Chan's face. Because it was gone, General Zhong's god was not hideous, but it was not peaceful. The dead man's face was covered with a layer of gray, and his skin was made of wax, which was different from when he was alive. His soul was gone, and his skin was the skin, empty.
To be continued...