Xuzhou, Guangling Pavilion.

The surging water surface hit the wooden stakes standing on the river surface. On the long crossing bridge, the paved wooden boards squeaked at the feet of the two people in parallel. Soon, they stopped, and Sun Celi was there looking at the mist on the river surface.

The sound of taking a deep breath rang in the quiet, and his mouth was full of short beards opened and closed: "... Gongjin, what happened to Wujun? It's almost the Chinese New Year, and I don't know how Shaoer and his mother lived. When they were expeditioning to the west for their brother, he couldn't even walk. Now he is afraid he will become a little man..."

Zhou Yu, who was standing side by side, picked up a stone on the wooden board and gently threw it into the river. The splashing ripples dissipated with the waves, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "...... The war in Jingzhou has been completed, and Xichuan is probably about to end, and the brother and nephew are getting closer and closer when they reunited."

"That's true... I feel more and more urgent." Sun Ce smiled and returned along the crossing bridge with Zhou Yu. "I haven't been home for many years, and I feel a little nervous."

"Brother, I'm afraid I don't know how to meet Zhongmou in the future?"

Bai Wu filled the air with the words. When Sun Ce heard his words, he turned his face slightly in front of him. In the light shining from the water village in the distance, he could not see any expression. He was silent for a moment: "I really don't know... he has done some things, but it is my younger brother after all. If he kills him, my mother will not feel sad for her brother."

"If Zhongmou continues to resist stubbornly, with the character of King Jin, he will probably die." Zhou Yu walked over.

Sun Ce shook his head, not knowing how to continue, turned around and walked towards the camp, but his brows were frowning very heavily. The cold night wind roared in the water village, flags rolled around, and spots of bonfire surrounded many soldiers for warmth. The flames reflected on his face, and a trace of water stains flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"After my father's death, my brother has been taking care of Zhongmou, watching him grow up from a child bit by bit. If he really put a knife on his neck in the future, he wouldn't know if he could do it. But over the years, he has become a prince, and his heart is no longer the same as Zhongmou, but Sun Ce is still the Sun Ce... Gongjin, you won't understand this feeling."

The words are gone...

Zhou Yu looked at his brother's back immersed in the fire, stood there and sighed. In fact, he and Sun Ce knew that the young and energetic Sun Quan would not compromise. The outcome he faced after this battle was already very clear, so Sun Ce's mood was a little sad as time approached, but in this world, once a person chooses, he has to make the due responsibility for the choice, even if it is death.

The two walked into the military camp, and all kinds of voices were mixed and noisy. The lively atmosphere made them feel a lot better. In the past, starvation and coldness were indispensable. In the past, when the princes were in power, the army often had the dilemma of not having enough food, let alone the people. At present, there was no war in the north and the Central Plains, and Xuzhou was even more prosperous. After 30,000 Eastern Route Army set out to Guangling Pavilion, Che Zhou, the general guarding Xuzhou, maintained all the supply in the army. After all, the Central Plains and the North now belong to the King of Jin. In many things, everyone needs to take a new position, and the most basic thing is to express their greatest kindness.

With sufficient manpower and supplies, Guanglingting Water Village also built water villages and warships for more than half a year. A large number of young and powerful Xuzhou were recruited to assist. At the same time, a series of defensive measures such as beacon towers and arrows were built along the river bank to prevent the naval forces on the other side of the river from burning ships at night. From May to the early 12th, Guanglingting Water Village had the conditions to cross the river, with a total of 375 warships, including the long and long-shaped and flexible warships like the marshal. The roof of the ship was covered with northern cowhide, with crossbow windows on both sides of the wing body, and three large yellow crossbows were set up on each side.

There are also large soldiers carrying soldiers, scout boats for reconnaissance, war drums, and falcon ships with tooth flags. Among them, there are also names of fighting ships, with high-grid wooden walls on all sides to cover ships named Maotu to quickly connect with the enemy. The soldiers of this ship sat in the wing to prepare for arrows, with oars exposed outside, quickly rowed and linked to the enemy ship, and then boarded the ship for weapons and battles.

The tower ship is also called the gate ship. It is huge in size and is more than ten feet tall. It has three levels of the ship tower. Each level is equipped with a rock throwing and a crossbow. It is Sun Ce and Zhou Yu's ship this time. Unfortunately, the time is tight. If it takes another one or two years, the scale may be expanded several times. Even if it does not require the help of Cai Mao from Jingzhou, he will not be afraid of the fleets of thousands of Jiangdong.

"This is also the benefit of the Central Plains and the North Unification. Otherwise, how could we build more than 300 warships to drive them in such a short time... Thinking about the scene where the river is full of ships Yang Fan, I would probably be able to see it in my life. If hundreds of large ships like gate ships kill Daqin, I really want to see the expressions of the barbarians."

Sun Ce covered his previous expression and said with a smile. Le Jin came from a distance, "Mr. Wu, this man crossed the river alone and said he had something important to see you." He also brought a Jiangdong man in a straw raincoat next to him. When the other party approached and saw Sun Ce, his face suddenly became excited, and he half-kneeled and raised his hands: "Mr. Wu! It's really you..."

"Zi Lie?" Sun Ce saw his appearance clearly, and was stunned for a moment, then went up to help him up. This handsome Jiangdong man named Chen Wu. He followed Sun Ce's army in his early years and served as Sima of another department. Later, the Western Expedition started, and he entered Sun Quan's command and temporarily became Huang Gai's deputy general. At this time, when the king and his ministers met, their eyes turned red and they couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, Zhou Yu came over and said with a smile: "How did Zi Lie come? Who are you working under the account now?"

"The General of the Last General is now under the command of the Old General Huang..." Zhou Yu, who came over, also bowed to the front, "The Old General sends the General of the Last General to see if the leader here is the Marquis of Wu."

"Where is the rebuttal now?"

"I should have passed the Dantu at this moment. If it goes well, I should have gone to the river."

The night fell deep. After Le Jin left, the three of them talked about many things about Sun Ce after the Western Expedition in the camp. After learning that most of his old generals had been transferred to Shanyue, they clenched their fists and slapped them on the desk. Later, Chen Wu talked about Huang Gai's clues from the battle report sent by Taishi Ci of Qu'a, and then he felt that this matter was different.

"Zhongmou..." Sun Ce closed his eyes and shook his head.

Zhou Yu frowned, and after hearing the words, his eyes stopped on Chen Wu's face: "Her old general Huang has ever seen Sun Quan on his way here?"

"Of course I've seen it, otherwise, how could the veteran general leave his post and come here without permission..."

While speaking, Wenya's figure stood up and the wine splashed a little on the desk table. He looked at Sun Ce in surprise and said softly: "...Bo Fu, the old general is probably in danger."

"Walk--"

The light suddenly turned to the extreme. Sun Ce's voice raised and roared, grabbed the big gun on the rack and rushed out. Zhou Yu and Chen Wu quickly followed and left the tent. There was already a lot of noise around him. Teams of soldiers came out of the bonfire and the camp tent. He heard Wu Hou's voice resounding throughout the night: "Come on the anchor and follow me out of the boat!"

....

Night wind is mixed with snowflakes.

The paddles broke through the water surface and rippled, and several boats walked and waved and dragged out a long trajectory. The old man standing at the bow was not wearing armor, and his body still looked tall and strong in the cold wind. When the wind blew, his white beard was gently caressed with a few snowflakes. He was in a good mood and said to the soldiers paddling behind him: "Although I didn't see Wu Hou accomplishing hegemony, as long as their brothers can coexist harmoniously, I will be worthy of Wentai in the future a hundred years."

In the distance, the calm water surface also rippled, and a small boat quietly approached the other side with torches stained there.

"...... Both children are good. If the trend is in the hands of the King of Jin in the north, it will be difficult to become a corner of Jiangdong. If both children die here, it will be heartbreaking. When the thirteen states are unified, there will be nothing to fight for. Bo Fu and Zhongmou should be able to live in peace..."

The old man said something as if he was talking to himself, or it was for the soldiers behind him. After a moment, someone on a boat ahead shook the torch in his hand, and then the voice sounded: "General, there are ships in front of him approaching."

....

In the dark, someone took off his shirt and went into the water with a knife on a remote boat.

....

"Call the signal quickly and see if Bo Fu is here to welcome me."

Huang Gai said with a smile, asking the soldiers to speed up to catch up with the ship in front of him. Water mist filled the river. The sound of water splashing and the light of the same shaking torch came from ahead. He vaguely saw the outline of the figure standing with a big gun on the bow of the ship there, waving his arms. The old man smiled even more, "Even if I can't see this figure clearly, I can recognize it. It's really Bo Fu! Skip quickly, faster--"

"Public, dangerous!"

In the urging voice, Sun Ce from the other side also heard a faint voice. Huang Gai listened carefully for a while, but it was not complete. "What did Bo Fu say?" Then he turned around and said to the paddling soldiers, "Hurry!", and a 'gulp' sound of water was made at the bottom. How could the general who had been fighting for half a lifetime not hear anything unusual? The old man's eyes were just right, and some soldiers' torches shone on the other side.

The sound of gurgling suddenly became louder. The next second, the sound of water exploded. A figure brought out several water curtains and rushed up. He reached out and grabbed the paddle in the water. The moment he dragged the soldiers into the water, his burly figure stepped onto the deck with the force, and slashed down with a knife.

Huang Gai also waved the iron whip in his hand in an instant, but it came too suddenly. The blade slashed down violently. When the golden sound sounded, he pressed the iron whip back to the old man's chest. The burly man who attacked all his strength pulled out a knife.

"Huang Gai, you dare to surrender to the enemy-"

The blade slashed from the neck and shoulders, and the rough roar and blood splattered under the torch light. The old man's body fell down. In the distance, Sun Ce and Chen Wu stood there blankly, his head was blank. Then, Sun Ce's "Ah--" shout of grief and hatred, and stepped forward, and threw the big gun in his hand towards the opposite side.

Wow—

The man's arms were shocked and took two steps back when he was thrown by the blade. He turned around and threw himself into the river again, disappearing into the undulating river water.

The ship moved closer, and Sun Ce jumped over directly, picked up the old man lying on the bow. Blood had flowed out of his neck and shoulders and invaded his robe. The ship was shaking and undulating. Huang Gai seemed to have had a sleep, slowly opening his eyes, his white hair and beards were stroking in the cold wind, and he smiled at Sun Ce in front of him, "......Bo Fu, come back... it's good."

The blood-covered hand raised up tremblingly, and Sun Ce hurriedly held it: "Ce is back."

"…ah… It’s good to come back… The Grandpa is still waiting for you at home… Your wife and children are waiting for you… Old minister… I’m very happy to see Bo Fu come back… Don’t blame Zhongmou… Don’t blame him…” The old man said intermittently, his body suddenly struggled and trembled, and large streams of dark red blood flowed out of the wound where the neck bones could be seen. His hoarse voice paused for a moment, and the color in his eyes dimmed a little, looking at the black sky, “Old minister wants to… go down and follow the Wentai… There is also Darong, Bo Fu… Old minister will stay here with you…”

The blood-stained hand fell on the boat board without all its strength, and the river water was still flowing eastward as the waves were pushed...

"Sun Zhongmou--"

Sun Ce held the old man and pressed him in his arms. The hysterical voice mixed with anger spread across the river surface under the night sky and echoed. However, one day not long after, it was reported that Huang Gai was ordered to attack Guangling Pavilion at night and was killed by the fake Sun Ce and others. For a moment, the resistance of the civil and military officials in Jiangdong became even stronger.

This is Sun Quan's backup plan.

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At this time, outside the surging city of Xudu, a 10,000-strong army from Xichuan passed Luoyang and turned to Xudu in the south. Under the turbulent white wolf flag, Gongsun Zhi looked at the towering city wall, and snowflakes were also falling.
Chapter completed!