The guards were so frightened that they were stunned on the spot and were pushed away by Chang Geng. The hairs on Chang Geng's body stood up and his hands and feet were colder than the cold weather in Jiangbei.

Gu Yun just felt pain in his chest at first, but he felt better after spitting out the blood. However, he couldn't stop coughing, and his front was stained with blood. He couldn't see clearly what was around him, so he waved his hands randomly: "Don't make a sound... cough, nothing... cough cough..."

Chang Geng suppressed his mind, which was on the verge of collapse, and was about to pick him up when he suddenly heard Gu Yun calling him vaguely: "... Chang Geng..."

He took a deep breath and listened carefully: "Hmm?"

Gu Yun's nose was filled with the smell of blood. This time, even his sense of smell was useless. Only his brain was still able to keep a clear mind. He said intermittently, "Chang Geng... Prince Yan will be here soon. This matter must not be spread, especially... he must not be told..."

Chang Geng's heart was about to break. With red eyes, he shouted to the guard beside him: "Call the military doctor over."

The bodyguards ran away.

Yao Zhen was really exhausted, and wanted to cry but had no tears. He suspected that the feng shui of Jiangbei Camp was bad. One after another fell, and it was an ancestor who couldn't be in trouble. He couldn't help but say to Master Liangran who came with Chang Geng: "Are you here to perform a ritual for Elder Zhong? There's no rush for the ritual. Otherwise, why don't you chant some sutras to drive away the evil spirits first?"

Master Liao Ran looked at him helplessly and gestured: "A mute cannot recite the sutra."

Chang Geng thought that after learning medical skills from Miss Chen for a while, he could be half a doctor. However, when the emergency came, he found that there was a patient he really couldn't treat. When he saw the man's blood, his mind went blank, and it seemed as if all the medical books he had memorized were returned to Miss Chen, let alone treating the patient.

The best military doctors in Jiangbei Camp were all gathered in the commander's tent which had just been cleaned up but not yet occupied. Everyone who came in and out was very nervous. Chang Geng held onto Gu Yun tightly and didn't mind being in the way. He just sat quietly aside, making the military doctors tremble with fear.

Liao Ran stood outside the door looking at King Yan with some worry. He had heard about how Chang Geng was pricked like a hedgehog during the crisis in the capital. Now he was really afraid that he would have an outburst in the Jiangbei camp - there was no one here who could suppress him.

However, to his surprise, Chang Geng was extremely quiet from beginning to end, without any sign of going crazy. Gu Yun's confused words "Don't let him know" were like a magic needle that firmly nailed his heart and soul into his body.

Chang Geng suddenly felt that he had taken too much from Gu Yun, and had become more and more greedy without realizing it, to the point that he had never let him have a day of peace. He had kept all those new and old injuries on his body a secret. Chang Geng could almost imagine how many times Gu Yun had been injured and sick in places where he couldn't see, and had to tell the people around him to keep the news secret from him.

"Your Highness," a military doctor stepped forward cautiously and said, "The Marshal's illness is partly due to overwork, and also... uh... the accumulated injuries he suffered in the past year or two on the front line have damaged his lungs, and the blood has not yet come out. Although it looks dangerous this time, it may not be a bad thing."

Chang Geng listened, silently stretched out his hand to suppress Gu Yun's disordered pulse, barely calmed his confused mind, fumbled around for a while, but still couldn't figure out anything, so he had to trust the diagnosis of these military doctors. After a "hmm", he asked: "How to use the medicine, do you have any conclusion?"

The military doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Uh... In the Marshal's case, it is best not to overuse medication, and focus on warming and calming the mind."

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said nonsense. He carefully looked at Chang Geng's hand that was clenched so tightly around Gu Yun that veins were bruised, fearing that King Yan would get angry with him. However, after waiting for a long time in fear, Chang Geng did not say anything. He just sat there in a daze for a while.

Then he bowed politely and said, "Thank you very much. Please do your best."

Several military doctors were flattered and filed out, each doing their best. Monk Liangran then quietly entered the room and stood in front of Chang Geng for a while with a sad face. He couldn't find anything to do, so he stretched out his hand to brush away Gu Yun's slightly frowned brows and silently chanted the Buddha's name.

Chang Geng sighed, "Don't worry, Master. He has a grudge against the Buddha. Are you chanting in front of him to wake him up? Is Mu Niao around? Write a letter to Chen Qingxu."

Liang Ran looked up at him.

Chang Geng said expressionlessly: "Ask her how many things she has hidden from me for Gu Zixi."

Le Ran gestured and asked, "Is the prince okay?"

Chang Geng's shoulders moved slightly, and in an instant, Monk Liao Ran felt that he almost collapsed, but Chang Geng did not collapse. He lowered his head to look at Gu Yun for a while, and did something that almost scared Master Liao Ran to tears - he held Gu Yun's hand relentlessly, and at the same time, he slowly leaned down in front of Liao Ran and kissed Gu Yun between the eyebrows. The kiss was serious and pious, almost solemn.

Liaoran gasped in astonishment.

Chang Geng's eyes did not leave Gu Yun, and he whispered to someone unknown: "It's okay, don't worry."

Master Liaoran was frightened and ran away while chanting "emptiness is form, form is emptiness". Only Chang Geng was left to watch over Gu Yun silently.

In the second half of the night, Gu Yun went from unconscious to drowsy, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, and occasionally moved restlessly. Chang Geng remembered that when Gu Yun had a high fever that year, he couldn't lie down no matter what, but it seemed that if he felt that there was someone by his side, he would feel a little more at ease, so he leaned on the bed and hugged him all the time.

There was a faint firelight in General Zhong's mourning hall. I wonder what he would say to Gu Yun if he knew about this in the afterlife and came back to dream about it.

Chang Geng tightened his arms and hugged Gu Yun in a protective posture. For the first time, he did not feel any dependence on his little adoptive father or any desire for his sweetheart. Instead, he was holding a young and fragile child with care.

During those days when he couldn't get what he wanted, Chang Geng had imagined countless times what the situation would be like between him and Gu Yun if he was born ten or twenty years earlier.

Now, on the damp and cold Jiangbei front, the unattainable ten years of time were shortened to an inch and were passed by him in one step.

Unfortunately, he spent ten years in this night and did not delay the Westerners' small actions.

That night, the Holy Envoy and the Pope ended their internal struggle, which ended with the Holy Envoy's brief victory, and they reached a consensus on a surprise attack on the Daliang navy.

The plan was originally set for this gloomy night, but before the action could be taken, news suddenly came from the watchtower that Daliang’s Jiangbei defense line had been tightened and the alert level had been adjusted to the most serious and critical situation.

Mr. Ya quickly rushed into the main ship, which was already fully powered and ready to go: "Your Majesty! Gu Yun came too quickly. The Daliang navy is obviously not a baby army that is still breastfeeding. The other side has improved its defense level. It is not economical for us to fight head-on like this..."

Before he could finish his words, the Holy Envoy strode in with an unpleasant look on his face: "No one is allowed to change my plan!"

The Holy Envoy can represent the king in dealing with the major nobles in front of the Church and the army. He must have a very strong background. He is a trusted and talented young master, but he is arrogant and conceited. He boasted just a few days ago, and did not take the Daliang navy and the commander of the Black Iron Camp seriously in front of others. Unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face as soon as he said it.

Putting aside other things, the Holy Envoy’s self-esteem cannot accept it.

The Pope was also anxious: "Please restrain your personal emotions. War is not a fight or a joke!"

The Holy Envoy argued with a red face: "No one jokes about war, Your Majesty! If the enemy is just bluffing, what does that mean? This is the best time for us to attack!"

Mr. Ya immediately asked back: "What if it's not a bluff?"

"That's not possible," the Holy Envoy glanced at him grimly, "These fragile naval forces have no combat capability at all. You are just worried about taking risks—"

Mr. Ya: "This is a totally illogical argument!"

"Watch your wording, sir," the Holy Envoy said coldly. Then, he turned his eyes and took out a roll of parchment from his arms. "I am not here to discuss matters. Gentlemen, I have already signed the Supreme Calling Order on behalf of the Holy Land half an hour ago. This is the backup copy. Please read it carefully."

Mr. Ya's face turned red and his neck became thick. Before he could protest, the main ship "Sea Monster" suddenly let out a long sound like a sigh, and started moving without any explanation!

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Ya yelled, and instinctively drew the sword from his waist, "Stop!"

The Holy Envoy was not to be outdone, and immediately brought out his magnificent knight's heavy sword: "It is our honor to fight to death for the king and infinite glory. We came to the front line, not to hide in the harbor and kneel on the ground to pray!"

Mr. Ya: "What did you say..."

Pope: “Enough!”

The Holy Envoy sneered with sarcasm: "Why, Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"

The Pope's cheeks twitched nervously for a moment, and he finally compromised helplessly on the main ship that had already left the port: "If you must follow your ridiculous plan, at least my people should be in command on the battlefield."

The Holy Envoy was eager to agree - if the operation failed, the Pope would be a ready-made scapegoat. He sneered at Mr. Ya with smugness, retracted his sword, and shouted loudly: "Full speed ahead!"

That night, a camouflaged Western "Sea Dragon Fleet" slowly dispersed across the long two-river battle line, quietly bypassed the Jiangbei camp, and prepared to land in the glory of God.

Thousands of miles away in the northern border, the eighteen tribes also sent a second group of envoys to contact Daliang.

Cao Chunhua personally rushed to the Northern Frontier. He and Chen Qingxu had both been deep into the northern wilderness and were very familiar with the Tianlang Tribe. They worked together to safeguard the delicate situation in the Northern Frontier at that time, and accompanied Shen Yi to meet the envoy from the Northern Barbarians outside the Xuantie Camp defense line.

Through the use of the clairvoyance, one can see that the Northern Barbarian envoys did not come empty-handed this time. They were followed by a convoy. Judging from the appearance of the convoy and the depth of the wheel tracks, it seemed that they were here specifically to transport the purple gold.

A young man in his twenties was surrounded by the envoys. At first glance, he seemed to be the leader of the group. However, upon closer inspection, the young man was pale and obviously frightened. He was sandwiched between several horses and seemed to be held hostage from both sides.

Shen Yi didn't dare to talk to Chen Qingxu, so he could only ask Cao Chunhua in a low voice: "Who is that man?"

Cao Chunhua took a look through her clairvoyance and replied, "The second prince of Galai Yinghuo."

"What?" Shen Yi frowned, "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Cao Chunhua threw him a coquettish look and pointed her orchid finger at Shen Yi's chest: "Hey General Shen, Mr. Shen, there are only two things I remember well in my life, one is people's faces, and the other is the tone of their voices. Just believe me."

When he was a child, Shen Yi took him to school. At that time, he felt that she was a normal little girl. Who knew that after growing up, as he "recovered" his male body, he turned into this kind of person. As an older, pedantic, unmarried man, Shen Yi really couldn't stand and couldn't stand the fierce teasing of Madam Cao. He got goose bumps all over his body and subconsciously took a wrong step in the direction of Chen Qingxu to avoid the finger that took advantage of him.

"Xiao Cao." Miss Chen raised her eyelids and warned Cao Chunhua coldly.

The people of Linyuan Pavilion dared not offend anyone but Divine Doctor Chen. Cao Chunhua immediately shut up, sat upright on the horse, and analyzed to Shen Yi: "General, I think the Eighteen Tribes are serious this time. Handing over the 'Wolf King' is too shameful. They may want to push the incident caused by the Barbarian Envoy in the capital onto the puppet Second Prince to settle the matter peacefully."

Shen Yi tapped his fingers gently on the bridle: "Wait a minute, don't be too happy too soon. I always feel that barbarians give in too easily."

He had had many dealings with the barbarians in the Western Regions and the Northern Barbarians, and knew the nature of the people from the Eighteen Tribes.

Most of these cattle herders won't cry until they see the coffin. At this time, the Black Iron Camp has only made a little deterrent advance. It has not yet reached the Northern Barbarians' position, let alone taken action. Shen Yi always feels that the Eighteen Tribes should still put up a stubborn resistance for a while.

Cao Chunhua looked at the suspected large amount of purple gold, licked her lips, and asked: "What should we do? Should we let the people in or not?"

Shen Yi said very cautiously: "All archers, aim your white rainbow arrows. Forbid this barbarian to approach. Summon the gold tester to open and check each one."

Cao Chunhua's expression froze, and she turned back to meet Shen Yi's gaze. They both recalled the giant kite with evil intentions in the Yanhui town.

If it were someone else, at least even a tiger would not eat its own cubs, but Galai Yinghuo cannot be judged by mortal logic. He is really capable of doing something like risking his own son's life to trick the enemy into opening the gate.

As soon as Shen Yi gave the order, the Black Iron Camp immediately became tense, and the murderous intent in the entire north surged, surrounding the Northern Barbarian envoys.

The Second Prince was trembling so much on his horse that he almost fell off. Then, a team of well-trained gold testers came out and opened the boxes one by one for inspection in front of the Northern Barbarian envoys.

Several large trucks of eye-popping purple gold were exposed in front of Shen Yi and others.

The gold tester did not dare to be careless. He checked the purity of each carload of purple gold one by one, and then inserted a special rod into the sealed compartment to check the capacity of the purple gold.

Several long rods covered with purple gold were presented to Shen Yi. The scale on them was almost full. The gold tester reported quickly: "General, the purity is fine. It has reached the annual tribute level."

Shen Yi hummed, still without letting go of his doubts. He looked up at the Second Prince. There was a messy purple mark on the Second Prince's forehead, as if it was caused by a whip. His face was covered with snot and tears. He opened his mouth as if to howl, but no sound came out.

Chen Qingxu whispered, "General Shen, you see there is a purple mark on his forehead. I have heard about this in the Eighteen Tribes. It is a kind of voodoo used to silence people. His whole body is stiff now, which is equivalent to being fixed on the horse. He can't even cough. In a few moments, when the purple mark deepens and turns black, he will fall to the ground and die. Even if we do an autopsy, we can only find that he died of excessive shock and palpitations."

Shen Yi didn't care about blushing and shyness, and hurriedly ordered: "Wait, let them stop!"

The black eagle in the sky gave a sharp command: "Stop!"

The horse of the second barbarian prince suddenly stopped, and he seemed to lose his balance and fell forward. His hard riding boots hit the corner of the oil truck next to him, making a lingering "clang" sound.

There is a corner of the oil truck that is empty!

Shen Yi's pupils suddenly shrank: "Back off!"

Before he finished speaking, a barbarian in the delegation suddenly jumped towards an oil truck and was shot dead by Xuanying with a quick arrow. The entire Xuantie camp retreated rapidly in silence. Shen Yi grabbed Chen Qingxu's bridle and drove her horse to the back of the formation.

In a flash, a cluster of sparks shot into the sky.

It turned out that there was a thin boy from the Sirius tribe hiding under the oil truck. He was waving a fire starter in his hand and lit a fuse hidden under the oil truck. He smiled grimly towards the sky.

The next moment, the first purple gold oil truck exploded, and the young man turned into ashes in the air.

A huge impact exploded from that point, and purple flames dozens of feet high rose into the sky. The surrounding air boiled in an instant, and invisible heat waves rolled in. The cold black armored back of the remaining Xuantie warrior was burned red, and the melted golden box exploded like a chain reaction.