On the second day of February in the ninth year of Long'an, on the day when Long raised his head, an urgent message from the camp was sent to the military aircraft - General Zhong Chan suddenly fell off his horse while patrolling the camp and fell into a coma.

Military doctors from the entire camp gathered in his tent, and I'm afraid he was in trouble.

After the Military Aircraft Department urgently confirmed the situation, they immediately decided to release a red-tagged urgent message and forward it to Gu Yun. Before the letter was sent, the second urgent message from Camp arrived.

General Zhong Chan is gone.

He died on the front line, but he did not die on the battlefield, but like thousands of ordinary old people in the world, he died without any pain or illness.

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

Suddenly, a person disappears, which makes people feel very unreal.

Gu Yun took the red-labeled urgent matter and looked at the scene for a full stick of incense. He slowly exhaled from his chaotic heart and finally came to his senses - it was not a dream.

There was silence in the commander's tent for a moment, and then someone raised his head and started talking about "sorrow".

Shen Yi said in a low voice: "Commander, the old general is sixty-seven in his seventies. He is already seventy years old. It is considered a joy and mourning. Don't take it too seriously."

"I know," Gu Yun sat silently for a while and waved his hand, "I know, it's okay, but the situation in is delicate. The coach is in trouble at this time, and Chongze has just taken over as the governor of Liangjiang. It is difficult to take care of both. I'm afraid something will change, um... …let me see……"

However, when he said "I'll think about it", there was a moment of blankness in his heart, as if all his thoughts were cut off and he couldn't find a clue.

Shen Yi looked at his indifferent expression and said in a low voice: "Commander, the Navy was trained and trained by General Zhong and Lord Yao together. I'm afraid others can't suppress the Navy. Array."

After he made such a move, Gu Yun finally reacted and answered his words calmly: "Yao Chongze and Zhong Lao's lieutenants can still handle it for the time being, but Lord Yao's temporary appointment as Governor of Liangjiang may have come to an end. It’s been less than half a year since Yang Ronggui’s accident, and he finally stabilized..."

Gu Yun couldn't have said the following words loudly in front of the generals - the situation in had finally stabilized, the refugees, merchants and local officials had just returned to their respective places, many factories had just been built, and people I haven’t warmed up the house yet…

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

Is there going to be another bloody struggle for power, or is all the previous efforts going up in smoke?

Some people live at the wrong time, and some die at the wrong time. General Zhong died at the wrong time.

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

Cai Bin hurriedly said: "General He and General Shen are both here. Don't worry, Commander. There will be no trouble in Northern Xinjiang."

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

First, he had to send someone to deliver the letter, and then he had to hand over the military affairs. After a lot of fussing, until the lights were lit, Gu Yun was still pulling Shen Yi to explain: "Jia Lai Yinghuo is a tyrant most of the time, and a small part of the time. You’re a mad dog. Do you know what the consequences will be if the Eighteen Tribes are in civil strife this time?”

Shen Yi nodded: "The barbarians will simply decline."

Since the founding of the world by Pangu, many clan bloodlines have been annihilated in the vast time, either due to natural disasters, wars, or the bloodlines have been assimilated in the long intermarriage... Some are like the collapse of Mount Tai, and some are like the wind blowing sand, turning the world upside down. , and then become subtle.

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

Today we are barbarians. If the capital city had been destroyed back then, perhaps the ones who would be on their way to the end would be Daliang.

"As long as you have an idea," Gu Yun said, "crazies like Calais Yinghuo and Hu Geer can turn their own children into Ur bones. No one knows what they can do at the last moment, so we must not take it lightly. Cai He is getting older, and He Ronghui has a bad temper. Ji Ping, I may mainly rely on you here."

Gu Yun was also talkative in his spare time, but he was not a wordy person when it came to business. This level of advice seemed to him a bit too talkative - but he couldn't help it, he was really uneasy.

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

"Why do I need your head?" Gu Yun shook his head and smiled, "I never eat pig head meat."

Shen Yi: "..."

Gu Yun ran to a safe distance before he had the attack, casually pulled out a wind-cutting blade and placed it across his lower back: "I'm leaving."

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

After the news of General Zhong's death came, Gu Yun handed over the military affairs in an orderly manner, and even gave orders to the generals one by one. He even made a few jokes as if nothing had happened. To outsiders, his reaction was dull and calm, almost cold, but Shen Yi was heartbroken. He was worried - when he got the clues about the Xuantieying Incident from Yinghuo in Calais, he looked like this as if nothing had happened at first.

"Why should I take her?" Gu Yun asked without turning around, "Do you really think that the Chen family sells elixirs and can revive buried people?"

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

At the same time, there is no airtight wall in the world. Although Daliang has tried its best to keep it quiet, it is impossible to completely hide what happened to the other side's coach when the two armies are facing each other. When Gu Yun received the news, he rushed to the station overnight. At that time, the lights in the Jiangnan and Western Army were also brightly lit and they stayed up all night.

Mr. Ya took the potion from the waiter's hand and ordered: "I will bring it to Your Majesty. You go and ask them not to disturb you."

The waiter bowed respectfully and ran away quickly.

Before approaching the door, Mr. Ya heard the quarrel inside.

"No, it's too greedy," the pope's hoarse voice occasionally mixed with a few coughs came, "I don't recommend doing this. You can't swallow something bigger than your appetite. If you are so greedy, something will happen sooner or later! "

Another man replied in a smooth reptilian voice: "With all due respect, Your Majesty, this is not greed, but easy profit - if I dream of eating a star in one bite, then I am greedy, but On the contrary, I just want one more cookie, and it happens to be right at hand..."

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

The man who was confronting the Pope shut his mouth suddenly, reached out to touch his beard, and shrugged rudely.

This envoy sent by the Holy Land has been staying in Daliang for more than half a year for various reasons. He has no intention of leaving. Everyone knows that this envoy is sent by the king and nobles of the Holy Land to manage the accounts.

The king in the Holy Land couldn't wait to gather the land and royal power, and wished that the Pope would fall. At first, the Holy Envoy was very malicious and tried every means to prove that this war was a complete mistake. However, gradually, as they returned to the country to plunder

With more and more finance and mineral resources coming in, all the discordant voices in the country have subsided.

The greed of the Holy Land was completely ignited by the richness of the mysterious eastern land. Those nobles who originally wanted to see the Pope come back in disgrace began to change their attitude and promoted the interests of the Western Army in Daliang more actively than anyone before.

You can't open your small mouth and swallow this huge thing in one gulp!

This time, the strategic focus of using the north to shift the beams, and then taking advantage of the situation when the Central Plains people had no time to care, was the result of the Holy Envoy's efforts.

The Pope was originally strongly opposed to it, because there was a vast northern area of ​​the Central Plains between the two battlefields. Since the transportation and communication lines in the west were disconnected, the efficiency of contact between the two sides was very inefficient. When the Pope integrated careerists from all directions to besiege the four borders of Liang

, taking advantage of the time difference of information blocking, and knowing that military aircraft are fleeting. What's more, in his opinion, the Calais Yinghuo in the north has an extreme and crazy side in his heart, is not calm enough, and is not suitable for long-term cooperation at all.

Unfortunately, although the Pope has the command of this army, in the final analysis the ownership belongs to the king and nobles of the Holy Land. Supplies can be plundered from the local area, but Ziliujin cannot - Jiangnan does not have even a drop, so it must rely on domestic transportation. He

Invisibly, a lot of chips are missing.

As expected, Gu Yun used his plan to trigger civil strife among the barbarians, which invisibly even aggravated the destruction of the barbarians.

Although the Pope does not want to cooperate with Calais Yinghuo, he also absolutely does not want the Xuantie Camp in the northwest to go south. Once Daliang obtains a large amount of Ziliu gold deposits from the Eighteen Tribes, the Jiangnan battlefield will fall into a very passive situation.

At this time of dilemma, they received news that the head coach of Camp had died, and the Holy Envoy had once again made a mistake.

Mr. Ya put the potion on the table and said respectfully: "If you notice, although the Central Plains people have been sending more troops to , they may not really want to fight. They also want to take the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. Here

Under such circumstances, the peace talks between our two sides are feasible, so why do we have to take risks and risk the lives of the warriors?"

The Holy 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." The two parties sat down at a negotiating table to sign a contract.

The procedures for completing their respective signatures are completely different. The difference in treatment between the advantaged party and the disadvantaged party is as far as from the Holy Land to the Central Plains. Do I need to emphasize this common sense again and again? The head coach of the Navy is dead.

Isn't this an opportunity given to us by God? If we really miss it because of our own cowardice, I have a feeling that we will regret it in the future."

Mr. Ya's expression remained unchanged: "You are right, the commander of Navy is dead, but Gu Yun is not dead yet, he will definitely come."

The Holy Envoy gave him a sinister look: "Then we can launch an attack while they are handing over military power and turn him into a dead man - Your Majesty is not saying that Gu Yun used us to make the Northern Sirius tribe believe that the alliance has broken down.

Already? Then why don’t we take actual actions to prove it to the Sirius Department? How do you know that our old allies won’t give us a surprise?”

Mr. Ya thought: "This is ridiculous."

But I couldn't argue with it for a while, so I hesitated for a moment.

The Pope swallowed the potion as if he was taking 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 be ended just because of the death of one or two people.

Fundamentally changing or something, over the past year or so, the Navy has established a relatively complete system. Have you ever thought about what would happen if our attack failed to achieve the expected results?"

The Holy Envoy's smile turned cold: "You are right. In a war of this scale, one or two people are insignificant. If that's the case, why are you so afraid of Gu Yun?"

Then, without waiting for anyone to refute, the Holy Envoy stood up suddenly: "I admit that the possibility you mentioned does exist, but even if the worst case does happen, we at least showed a tough attitude, which is an stimulus to the northern battlefield.

We can still gain more benefits - Your Majesty, I must say that you are too cautious. We have an absolute advantage in water warfare along the river. So what if the Central Plains people's navy has been built? One year? Two years?

?Still nursing, if I were you, I would never let the battlefield of Liangjiang remain silent for so long, I would make it impossible for the Central Plains people to establish their Army!"

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

The Pope stood up and said solemnly: "Mr. Holy Envoy, it is very irresponsible of you to say this."

The Holy Envoy clasped his hands together and raised his chin: "Your Majesty, I have the purple gold deployment order of our army in my hand. The mission given to me by the Holy Land allows me to execute orders on your behalf at the most critical moment!"

Mr. Ya took an angry step forward and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "You!"

The Holy Messenger's sinister gaze fell on him, and the Pope grabbed Mr. Ya's sleeve——

The three of them were in a stalemate for a moment. The Holy Envoy turned his eyes slightly, raised a smile, and said hypocritically: "I have never doubted your Majesty's wisdom. Please consider my suggestion carefully and take leave."

After saying that, he picked up the top hat on one side, put it on his head arrogantly, turned around and left.

Mr. Ya: "Your Majesty, why are you holding me back? If you kill him..."

"If you kill him, the troops belonging to the king and nobles will immediately mutiny." The Pope glared at him fiercely, "Do you really think that your soldiers are as loyal to their commander as the Black Iron Battalion?"

Mr. Ya was stunned: "Then what should we do? Compromise?"

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

Bless the Navy, they are still in their infancy as the Holy Envoy said, and bless the Calais Yinghuo on the northern battlefield who is crazy enough to hold the Liang people tightly. They may be able to seek help on the dangerous road.

A good result.

When the Western Army in the south of the Yangtze River was scheming and brewing a new conspiracy, Gu Yun rushed to the north of the Yangtze River. As soon as he landed, he ordered people to strengthen the defense line. The watchtowers worked in shifts every two hours, and everyone was ready. He then calmed the mood of the army and reorganized.

Let all the generals return to their respective positions - Mr. Yao is a civil servant after all. Although he can hold down the position, he cannot have the authority of Gu Yun to command and prohibit, and he does not have the efficiency to attack where he directs.
To be continued...