"My lord, Sun Ce and his party will arrive in Hong Kong at noon tomorrow."
Tang Jiajun said softly. Fang Fan paused slightly while writing. After finishing the matter at hand, Fang Fan raised his head.
"Organize military relatives, civilians, military and government officials to go to the port to welcome the coffin and give him a grand burial to pay his respects."
"yes."
Tang Jiajun left quietly, Fang Fan leaned on the chair, looked at the extremely prosperous and vibrant Ning'an City along the floor-to-ceiling windows, and murmured.
"Thirty thousand lives."
It was the first time that Ning'an suffered such heavy casualties, 30,000 people were killed at once, and they were all gone.
"Jia Xu......."
In an office downstairs, Jia Xu suddenly felt a chill on his back and the hairs all over his body stood up.
"What's wrong with you? You look like a frightened rabbit."
Chen Gong next to him asked curiously.
"At that moment I felt like I was going to die. There has never been a moment when I felt so close to death."
Jia Xu said in a creepy voice. Chen Gong grinned when he heard this, but although he seemed to be smiling, his eyes were extremely cold.
"Thirty thousand lives."
Jia Xu glanced at him.
"It's like I killed them.
This is already destined to be a labor pain, it is inevitable, I just made some plans to take advantage of the situation.
Don't say you don't understand, otherwise I will question your IQ."
After Jia Xu said this, Chen Gong did not deny it, but just sighed slightly.
"well."
"And with my lord's wisdom, I can naturally understand this, so I will definitely not die. How could I put myself in danger of dying at any time, huh."
Jia Xu laughed to himself.
However, he actually knew in his heart that it was impossible to die. In any case, he could not die because of a plan. This was something Jia Xu could confirm after confirming it many times.
Because Fang Fan is not the kind of tyrannical and angry lord, this is no more worrying.
But it is certain to attract hatred, and if Fang Fan can't figure it out, it is very possible that Jia Xu will sit on the bench instead, be refrigerated, and slowly disappear from the stage.
But who knows Jia Xu’s true purpose? Who can be sure how many levels he has calculated?
Chen Gong probably only saw two or three floors. As for the future, he didn't know if there were any more plans.
It's probably gone, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the slightest bit, but who knows if Jia Xu conveniently filled in a chess piece?
This is again not very certain.
This kind of chess piece may not even be used by Jia Xu himself, and what it is used for. There is no reason or motive, so naturally it is almost impossible to tell.
As for the reason for guessing that there are such chess pieces, it's because Chen Gong can do it with a smooth move...ahem.
Fang Fan on the third floor was indeed as Jia Xu guessed. After thinking about it, he just sighed.
Is it Jia Xu’s fault?
That can only be blamed on him knowing that he guessed it in advance but didn't tell him.
But how can we blame this?
He does his job perfectly, and then you blame him for not being proactive enough?
Fang Fan laughed to himself, and finally clenched his fists.
"The fault is all mine, all because I'm not strong enough!"
His attention returned to the official document. After processing it, he went directly underground and landed on the training platform to start practicing.
The next morning, Fang Fan woke up at Tang Jiajun's summons, returned to the ground, changed into solemn formal clothes, and walked to the port.
On the endless water of the Yellow River, a fleet of ships lined up slowly approached.
Behind the fleet were dragging twisted and broken wreckage of ships, and dragging corpses of huge and ferocious dragons.
Before the boat docked, muffled cries and sobs could be heard from the shore.
Bang!
There was a dull collision sound, and the ship docked. The leader, Sun Ce, wearing broken armor, walked toward Fang Fan.
When he walked in front of Fang Fan, he made a bang sound, inserted the knife in front of him, and knelt down on one knee.
Fang Fan walked past him before and walked to the boat, looking at the bodies that were frozen one after another.
Most of them died from water, and their bodies were bloated.
Some of them died from the claws of the dragon, their bones were broken, their flesh and blood were shattered, and even if their bodies were recovered in front of them, they were still in dilapidated condition.
The cries in the crowd gradually became louder. Someone had already learned from the administrator that his son, her husband, and his brother were dead, and even the body could not be brought back.
Ice coffins were carried up to the port one after another, and arranged neatly in the square one after another.
After mourning and identification, wooden coffins were put on, and they were carried one by one to the tomb area and buried, leaving only a tablet, a vertical flower, and a bereaved person.
Fang Fan didn't make any speech, just said two words lightly.
"revenge!"
After saying that, he bowed deeply towards this brand new cemetery and said a few more words.
"I will live up to my trust."
Boom! Boom!
Heaven and earth seem to feel the sadness here, dark clouds are gathering, and heavy rain is falling down.
The miserable family members in Fang Fan left to take shelter from the rain under the persuasion of the staff. The dead are dead, but the living are still there, and life will continue after all.
Under heavy rain, Fang Fan, Li Yang, Su Li, and Li Yan appeared at the port again.
Fang Fan pointed to the shadow in the rain curtain and said to Su Li.
"Su Li, I want you to turn those dragons into battleships. I want to use them to take revenge."
"yes."
Su Li, who usually complained and had fun, didn't say anything this time. He just nodded silently and answered.
Fang Fan left again, and Sun Ce still knelt on one knee in front of the port. Heavy rain poured down. Only a group of commanders from his fleet came back and knelt behind Sun Ce according to their status.
"Brother, go back, my lord does not blame you."
"Ah Quan, you don't understand. For a general, every soldier's life needs to be carried by him.
There is no innocence, no reason, only burden."
Sun Ce didn't make a sound, staring straight ahead, letting the rain slide down his angular cheeks.
Behind Sun Quan, Zhou Yu walked in in the rain, and the words just came from his mouth.
"Gong Jin..."
"You go back first, Grandpa Sun is still waiting for you at home.
I'll accompany Bo Fu here."
Sun Quan nodded silently after hearing this, turned around and left.
After Sun Quan left, Zhou Yu looked at the commanders behind Sun Ce.
"You guys should leave too."
They seemed to have heard it, until Sun Ce's hoarse voice sounded.
"This is an order."
Hearing familiar voices, these commanders helped each other to their feet and staggered out. Many of them were seriously injured.
After everyone left, Zhou Yu looked at Sun Ce.
"You are a waste."
"I know nothing but fighting."
Sun Ce's lips moved, but nothing came out.
Zhou Yu sneered when he saw this.
"What? Not convinced? Sixty thousand elite soldiers, the best weapons and equipment, the best ships, and countless ballistae and crossbows.
He actually had no ability to resist at all, and a total of thirty thousand people died, half of them.
If it weren't for the ship, the entire army collapsed, no one was left, and you almost lost your life. If you are not a waste, then what else would you be?"
Sun Ce wanted to refute, but in the end he couldn't.
"Why, you think you are pitiful as a loser now, so I want to say something nice?
Just ignore your own faults?"
Zhou Yu said coldly.
"Get up, and I will take you to take revenge!"
When Sun Ce heard this, he looked up at Zhou Yu in shock, but Zhou Yu had already turned around and left.
Seeing this, Sun Ce kowtowed three times in the direction of the cemetery, got up and chased after Zhou Yu.
