"...Huh...Huh..."

Heavy breathing sounds interspersed with the dense drum beats, one after another like a competition.

Lian Po tightly held on to the armrest to support his decaying body, his deeply sunken and gloomy eyes stared directly outside the handsome tent, his figure swaying indistinctly.

He tried his best to suppress his breathing, but the more he suppressed it, the faster his breathing became, and his bony chest rose and fell violently with his breathing.

It was as if his chest had turned into a broken bellows.

Every time you exhale, you must squeeze out the last trace of air from your chest.

Every time you inhale, you have to fill the last gap in your chest.

Only in this way can we barely keep him alive...

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The shrill golden sound suddenly replaced the beating of drums, filling the empty handsome tent.

Lian Po suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted with all his strength: "Come here, come here!"

An orderly soldier with eyes as red as a rabbit quickly walked into the commander's tent, choked with sobs and said with his fists in his hands: "General, here is my order."

Lian Po opened his big, dry hands like chicken claws and groped in front of his eyes in vain: "How is the battle going? How is the battle going..."

The messenger hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his arms and let Lian Po grab him. He couldn't bear to turn his face away, pretending to be overjoyed and cheering: "General, our army has won a great victory, and the robes are triumphant!"

"Stop trying to trick someone!"

Lian Po said in a sad and angry voice: "The three drums collapsed and the three armies did not fight. How can we win a great victory!"

The messenger finally couldn't hold it back and burst into tears, but he still tried his best to hold back the sadness in his heart and said loudly: "How dare you deceive the general?"

"Hurry up and tell me how the battle is going!"

Lian Po's face became more and more sad, like a dying old wolf howling in despair, and his big withered hands actually squeezed the messenger in unbearable pain: "You want me to die with my eyes closed!"

The ordering soldier finally couldn't help it. He knelt down heavily on one knee and sobbed in a low voice with uncontrollable grief: "General, the right wing has been defeated. The front army has fallen into the Yueman formation, and the Yueman division is attacking the camp!"

Lian Po's big hand silently let go of the messenger's wrist, and his cloudy and dark eyes looked outside the tent without focus.

After a few breaths, he stood up violently, holding on to his gear, and shouted with all his strength: "Someone is coming!"

Immediately, several more messengers with red eyes quickly walked in, cupping their fists and saying, "Here you go!"

Lian Po: "Wear armor for someone!"

All the messengers were shocked when they heard this and said in unison: "General, please think again!"

Lian Po lowered his head, staring straight at the ordering soldiers under the tent with unfocused eyes, and said angrily: "You are trying to disobey orders in front of the tent!"

A group of messengers knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists and lowered their heads in silence... They would rather die than resist this fate!

The leader of the orderly soldiers knelt in front of Lian Po, looking up at Lian Po gasping for breath, his dark square face turned purple from suppressing it, and his red eyes were almost bleeding.

He lowered his head heavily and roared like a wounded beast: "We are willing to fight with the general for another journey!"

The messengers suddenly raised their heads and looked fiercely at their two or five hundred masters. However, when they saw Lian Po, who was as weak but fierce as a broken candle, their fierce eyes quickly turned into determination: "We

I am willing to fight with the general for another journey!"

…

The faded vermilion flag with the word "Lian" raised again.

The emaciated veteran rode an equally emaciated old horse, supported the crumbling ridge beam with a broken gun, held the reins with one hand, and carried the bronze war gun with the other. Facing the defeated crowd, he headed south step by step.

Go to the village gate.

Angel Ji Zhou, who rushed over after hearing the news, saw the emaciated figure among thousands of elite soldiers from a distance. He angrily screamed hysterically in the crowd: "Lian Po, stay away when the king orders you to come."

, but you want to rebel..."

As soon as the angel in splendid clothes uttered the word "anti", the big head with jade crown and hair was suddenly separated from his body, and the word "yeah?" was uttered when the head fell to the ground.

A captain of the Bolang Military Academy with red eyes pushed aside the headless corpse in front of him with an expressionless face, holding a bloody sword and striding towards the emaciated figure.

Behind him, a large number of soldiers with broken armor and dirty faces surged toward the brightly armored escorts around the angel like a tide. With just one wave, they were completely submerged...

In the chaos of war, more and more people noticed that thin figure and the long-lost handsome flag with the word "Lian".

The defeated crowd parted before the dissipating figure.

The defeated situation was forcibly stagnated in front of the Lianzi Shuaiqi!

Even the savage Baiyue coalition that had already invaded the Bolang Army's camp stopped abruptly in front of this man and his flag, and looked at them in shock and confusion as they got closer and closer.

The shrill sound of gold and iron clashing, and the sound of the trumpet suddenly disappeared!

The majestic war drums resounded through the camp again!

"Kill!"

The two to five hundred short-hand soldiers who were tightly crowding behind the old horse raised their swords and struck the old horse on the butt. The old horse felt pain and spread its hooves and charged forward as fiercely as it did when it was young!

"Kill!"

All the soldiers of the Bolang Army, whether they were crowding behind Lao Ma or those who had been chased by the swords and guns of the Baiyue people a few moments ago, their eyes turned red in an instant, and they screamed hysterically from their chests.

He puffed up his chest, raised his sword, and rushed towards the Baiyue Allied Forces at all costs, towards the former Junpao Ze who had been divided and surrounded by the Baiyue Allied Forces!

"Kill..."

The veteran yelled with all his strength, but in the end he only uttered a murmur. His light neck could no longer support his heavy head, and he hung down heavily.

But he still held on to the reins of the old horse tightly, clutched the bronze sword tightly, his bright red cloak fluttered, and he surged forward, just like the brave and fearless look he had when he was young.

He came home.

Follow the way you came...

…

A demonic wind rises from the plains.

Disrupting the huge convoy of Han Dynasty moving the capital to Jinling...

Fan Zeng, who was accompanying him, noticed that there was something strange about this evil wind. He got out of the side of the carriage to the southwest and looked at the stars in the sky. His expression suddenly changed drastically. He quickly counted with his fingers, but his face became more and more ugly the more he calculated.

At the right time, a royal guard came galloping from the front of the motorcade on horseback, clasping his fists and saying: "Da Sinong, the king has summoned you!"

When Fan Zeng heard this, he sighed suddenly, turned around and said, "Come here, get the horse!"

Immediately, an attendant brought a strong horse.

Fan Zeng got on his horse, took the reins, and followed the royal guards to the front of the motorcade.

Before he arrived at the king's chariot, Fan Zeng saw Chen Sheng standing beside the king's chariot from a distance, looking up to the southwest with a solemn face.

He quickly reined in his horse, dismounted and stepped forward quickly, clasped his hands and said respectfully: "Old minister Fan Zeng, pay homage to your Majesty, long live your Majesty!"

Chen Sheng helped him and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Fan. Just when the wind started blowing, I suddenly felt an impulse. As soon as I got out of the carriage, I saw the hundreds of stars falling in the southwest. I specially asked Mr. Fan to come and deduce one or two to see what happened.

It’s not like something big happened in the southwest.”

In fact, it was not a whim, but the moment when the evil wind started, his luck value dropped by 50,000 for no reason. Before he could react, he heard people outside the carriage talking about hundreds of thousands of dollars.

The sun was falling, and as soon as we got out of the carriage, we saw a white flame streaking across the blue sky.

Fan Zeng let out a surprised breath, and then his face became heavier: "The big star is white with gray in the middle, and the five elements belong to gold. It is the fate of the Pojun Army of the previous generation. It should be in the southwest but has spread to Jiuzhou. If the old minister's calculation is not wrong, it should be the Polang Army.

General Lian Po Lian, the old general... died!"

When Chen Sheng heard this, he was stunned for seven or eight breaths, and then he bowed his palms to the southwest with a heavy expression, and sighed: "Have a good journey, old general, and we will see you again if we are destined."

Before the battle of Chenliu last year, he had a relationship with Lian Po.

That is indeed a very respectable elder.

If he, the old man, had not understood the righteousness and insisted on holding on to the southern border and not entering the civil war in Kyushu, it is still unclear who would win and who would lose in the battle of Chenliu last year.

Fan Zengyi's expression was silent. Most of the Jiangdong children of his generation grew up hearing about Lian Po's deeds.

Now that Lian Po has died, for him, it is tantamount to the end of an era...

Chen Sheng stood up, worried in his heart, and the novelty of moving the capital was washed away: "I originally thought that the Youzhou Army would be unable to hold on first, but now it seems that the Bolang Army may not be able to hold on first."

Although Lian Po was not the founder of the Bolang Army, he had been in charge of the Bolang Army for more than sixty years. He was to the Bolang Army what Chen Sheng was to the Red Army.

Fan Zeng was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being despicable. The death of General Lian will be a worthy loss to Jiuzhou, but it is not necessarily a bad thing for me, a big man. After General Lian leaves, I will

The Lang army is unable to support itself, so we, the King of the Han Dynasty, just take this opportunity to take over Jingzhou, take the land of Jingzhou into the territory of the King of Han Dynasty, and return the Lang army to our army of the King of Han Dynasty!"

"In the opinion of the veteran, instead of worrying about the situation of the Bolang Army, the king should be worried about the current generation of Pojun Xingming. General Lian has died. The rise of the contemporary Pojunxingming is unstoppable. The general trend of Kyushu will definitely be affected by it.

If there is another wave of trouble, if we don’t take precautions in advance, we may be in trouble!”

This is Fan Zeng, who is never swayed by personal emotions and will always put the monarch's plans first. As long as he thinks it is beneficial to the monarch, he will never shy away from it, even if he knows it will make the monarch displeased.

After hearing what he said, Chen Sheng did feel a little uncomfortable, as if some noble and simple emotion in his heart had been tarnished.

Fortunately, he didn't get along with Fan Zeng for just one or two days. Knowing that he was such a person, he didn't really feel offended, and immediately said seriously: "Can there be several generations of people with destiny at the same time?

"

Fan Zeng pondered for a few moments, then shook his head and said: "I don't know, I don't know. According to the techniques taught by my Xuanmen, a special star like the king should be born at the right time and in response to the calamity. Hundreds of years will not be able to do anything for one person."

Strange, there is no such thing as two generations of star masters coexisting in the world!"

"But the current celestial phenomena are abnormal and demon-like. Many of the main stars' fates are like two generations living in the same life, one strong and one weak, one bright and one dark, like a swarm of dragons vying for pearls. This is also true in my Xuanmen inheritance.

It’s the first time!”

After he said this, Chen Sheng immediately remembered that his Seven Kills destiny had a process of unblocking, starting from when he raised the flag to rebel against the Zhou Dynasty, to when Chen Laoliu burned down the Chunqiu Palace in Luoyi and completely unblocked it.

It has gone through four stages.

By the time he completed this process, he was already the largest vassal king in Kyushu, and it was only a matter of his thoughts to turn the world from chaos to chaos.

"Breaking the military……"

Chen Sheng murmured in a low voice, knowing what he was talking about.

He did not dwell too much on this issue, but instead asked: "So, does my seven-kill destiny also have the star destiny of the previous generation?"

Fan Zeng nodded and said: "Back to your Majesty, it is indeed true. Ever since I learned the art of Xuanmen, I have seen the Seven Kills Hidden Star on the night when Tengu eclipsed the moon, but I have never seen the Seven Kills Hidden Star Fanghua.

Guang, presumably, is like Old General Lian, who was born at the wrong time, with only seven kills and no chance to make a living, but unable to create the world."

Chen Sheng frowned slightly in confusion and said, "You're still not here yet?"

Fan Zeng nodded affirmatively: "It's still there. It is said that the Seven Kills Hidden Star has been around for nearly a hundred years and is no younger than General Lian."

Hearing what he said, Chen Sheng immediately thought of a name that resonated with his ears!

Isn't it? That Rentu is still alive?

Lian Po can survive until now because of the military support of the Bolang Army.

Wang Jian can live to this day because he is the youngest among the four famous generals of the Warring States Period.

Why is that person alive until now?

Seeing Chen Sheng frowning and not saying anything, Fan Zeng clasped his hands and comforted in a low voice: "Your Majesty has now accomplished the Seven Kills, hangs high in the stars, and shines brightly, unparalleled in the world, so why bother about a hidden star?"

After Chen Sheng heard this, his expression still showed no sign of relief.

He was not worried that Rentu would do something big that would stir up the situation in Kyushu.

Even if he maintains his health well, he is still an old man over a hundred years old now. Old General Lian has the world's most powerful army like the Bolang Army, but he is still unable to make a difference. The one who is still unknown until now, what can he do?

Something big is coming?

What he was worried about was that the person he remembered seemed to be from Guanzhong, and now that Ying Zheng was in Yongzhou, if these two people got together...

This pool of water in Kyushu is so damn deep!

Chen Sheng rubbed his temples with a headache and waved his hand: "I already know that I will make arrangements in advance. It's windy outside. Mr. Fan, please hurry back to the carriage and rest!"

Fan Zeng clasped his hands and said: "Old minister, please retire, long live my king."

After Chen Sheng watched Fan Zeng leave, he did not return to the carriage. Instead, he ordered the convoy to continue moving forward, and then ordered the royal guards to summon Chen Feng. He sat on the carriage shaft and waited for Chen Feng to arrive.

After a while, Chen Feng hurried over on horseback: "General Chen Feng, I would like to pay my respects to the king. Long live my king."

Chen Sheng jumped off the carriage and walked alongside him. As he walked, he lowered his voice and said, "There are a lot of things. Please note them carefully."

"The first thing is to contact the spies in Jingzhou and the Bolang Army to verify whether the old general Lian Po Lian has passed away."

"The second thing is to contact the uncle and ask him to find a general named 'Xiang Yu' in the Youzhou Army. He is the nephew of Xiang Liang in Xiangcheng. After finding it, he will try his best to 'invite' him

Return to Han as a general, and if necessary, I can personally go north to Youzhou... At the same time, strengthen the monitoring of the Xiang family in Xiangcheng, remember to increase their concealment, and never let them find out that Wang Ting is monitoring them."

"The third thing is to contact the spies in Yongzhou to make a secret visit to a man named Bai Qi. He is very old, between eighty and more than one hundred years old. Once found, he will be controlled immediately.

If you can 'invite' us back to the Han Dynasty, then invite the Han Dynasty. If you don't please go back and kill us on the spot... Remember, this is a secret visit, and we must not cause a storm in the city and everyone will know."

"Three things, in no particular order, are all from Sanyu. As soon as there is news, report back immediately!"
Chapter completed!