Gu Yun stepped on empty air from his endless nightmare and fell headfirst into the depths of darkness. All his muscles suddenly tensed up and his whole body twitched violently before he woke up in complete darkness.

He woke up very quickly, and the moment he opened his eyes, his mind and spirit returned to where they were. He remembered exactly where he was and what he had not done.

At this moment, someone suddenly touched his forehead with a cold cheek. Gu Yun was stunned - let alone the Jiangbei Camp, even in the Xuantie Camp, no one dared to be so polite to him. Then he smelled the scent of tranquilizer, and saw a shadowy outline with his half-blind eyes that had adapted to the poor vision.

Gu Yun's sweat had not yet subsided, his forehead exploded with cold sweat, and he thought, "Why is he here?"

Chang Geng turned on the simple gas lamp on the camp bed, silently took out a towel from the basin beside him, and wiped the cold sweat off Gu Yun's forehead.

Gu Yun's whole body was soft, and there seemed to be an invisible wound buried under the skin of his chest. The slightest force would cause a dull pain. He fumbled around for a while, and touched his glass frame in a panic: "I can do it myself..."

Chang Geng lowered his head and ignored him, and pressed his wrist down lightly.

Gu Yun moistened his lips nervously, feeling a little guilty for no reason, and thought to himself, "No one is talking nonsense, right?"

At this time, Chang Geng had already wiped his body neatly, tucked his clothes tightly together, and pulled the quilt over to wrap Gu Yun tightly. Only then did he finally raise his head and make eye contact with him.

Gu Yun quickly took the opportunity to smile at him.

Chang Geng looked at him expressionlessly.

Gu Yun weakly pulled out a hand, held the back of Chang Geng's neck, gently kneaded it twice, and stroked his jaw with his fingertips: "Why do you droop your face when you see me? Has your godfather lost his charm so quickly?"

"..." Chang Geng suddenly wanted to see how good he was at pretending, so he asked coldly, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Yun narrowed his eyes slightly to read his lips, and said calmly, "You caught a cold."

Chang Geng: “…”

He expected Gu Yun to prevaricate, but he didn't expect his prevarication to be so insincere.

Gu Yun wanted to get by in this happy way, so he reached out and patted Chang Geng's face: "Come here, let me see if you have lost weight recently."

Chang Geng slapped his hand away and said angrily: "Gu Zixi!"

Gu Yun immediately adjusted his strategy, frowned, and out of thin air, he showed a military majesty: "Who has said anything to you? General Zhong just left, and the Jiangbei camp is still lawless?"

Chang Geng took a deep breath: "You are in the mourning hall..."

Gu Yun said solemnly, "Which battalion is this bastard guarding the door in the mourning hall from? Call Yao Chongze and I'll ask him. He should be punished by military law!"

Chang Geng gritted his teeth lightly.

Gu Yun shook his head as if it was true: "The Jiangbei Navy is young after all, this kind of thing would never happen in the Black Iron Camp."

"Really?" Chang Geng said with a wry smile, "I am that bastard. How is the Marshal going to deal with me?"

Gu Yun: “…”

At this moment, even Marshal Gu, who was ever-changing and had all the thirty-six strategies, did not understand what it meant to be "speechless".

Chang Geng actually had a lot to say to him, but he knew he wouldn't tell the truth, and he couldn't bear to see him worrying about dealing with him, so he kept saying something and then held it back, over and over again. When he was struggling with this, he suddenly heard some unusual movement outside the tent.

A personal soldier outside the general's tent called out hastily, "Prince! His Royal Highness Prince Yan!"

Chang Geng frowned and stood up: "What's the matter?"

Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook, and Chang Geng's expression was startled - this kind of vibration would only be felt when a cannon hit the ground!

Looking again, the Jiangbei camp was already brightly lit. The sound of horse hooves came from afar, the iron armor was cold, and the bronze roar above his head gave a long "hum". With the unique dullness of Jiangbei, which was full of moisture, it spread out like muffled thunder, and the northern half of the country seemed to be awakened. The sea dragons on the shore lit up gas lamps one by one as if they were about to burst out. The cold light pierced through the mist, and the straight beam of light from the watchtower quickly crossed the entire Jiangbei.

Enemy attack!

Although Gu Yun couldn't hear clearly, he recognized the vibration from the ground and the light coming in from the door. After arriving in Jiangbei, he immediately reinforced the defense line just to stabilize people's hearts. He didn't expect that this unusually patient Western navy would choose this opportunity to raid the Jiangbei camp.

Sometimes you have to do your best and still leave the rest to fate. Even if you have made all the plans here, you may not know that the enemy has a fire in the backyard and has unknowingly created a coach with a completely different style.

Gu Yun didn't have time to think about it, he grabbed his coat and wrapped it around himself. When he stood up, he staggered, as if he had just taken ten kilograms of muscle softening powder, and almost fell to his knees.

At this moment, a black eagle flashed across the sky and landed directly at the door of the general's tent. Before he could open his mouth, the red-labeled urgent document in his hand fell out of his hand and was stepped on by Gu Yun.

Gu Yun bent down with the help of the bedside, and opened the letter box with the help of the gas lamp. At the same time, the black eagle quickly reported: "General, the eighteen tribes, under the pretext of peace talks and surrender, have sent their assassins and six carts of purple gold to our border as bait, and then detonated them to blast a road, and then tens of thousands of elite soldiers came out in full force, intending to fight to the death."

Gu Yun raised his eyes from the red-labeled urgent letter: "What's the battle situation? How many casualties?"

Xuan Ying: "I left in a hurry, I don't know!"

Gu Yun calmed himself down, then gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength. He stretched out his hand to grab the Wind Cutting Blade hanging on the head of the bed and ordered, "Bring me a set of heavy armor."

At times like these, only the heavy armor with its own support could make up for his weakness.

Chang Geng raised his hand to stop the guards, turned to face Gu Yun, and said in a deep voice: "Zi Xi, you stay in the center army, I will go."

Gu Yun looked at him steadily, pursing his lips slightly - Chang Geng recognized this expression, it was basically a sign that he was about to say "no".

He didn't wait for Gu Yun to speak, and asked first: "Don't you trust me?"

Gu Yun sighed: "I..."

Chang Geng spread out his hand to him and said, "Give me the Wind Cutting Blade, I'll go for you. If you still trust me, don't leave this tent."

The flames of war in the distance were reflected in Chang Geng's eyes. His pupils seemed to be on fire, burning out the Liang Dynasty, which was reborn after risking its life.

Chang Geng tentatively grasped one end of the Wind-Cutting Blade and slowly and firmly pulled it out of Gu Yun's hand - this was not difficult, as Gu Yun's wrist was weak and trembling slightly.

He held the sharp black iron weapon in his hand, placed it horizontally on his shoulder, and bowed slightly: "I will serve as the vanguard for the commander."

Gu Yun looked at him deeply, then suddenly turned around and ordered the black eagle: "Push the sand table, you be the messenger."

Chang Geng picked up the knife and left.

The Western sea monster that once crossed the ocean slowly emerged from the foggy river. Under the shadow, countless Western short dragons as fast as tiger sharks were approaching slowly. The defense line that Gu Yun had arranged earlier responded immediately. While the alarm was sounded, three teams of light cavalrymen in the Jiangbei camp were ready to fight and went out in three directions, occupying key ports on the shore, and ran into the Western navy that was planning to land secretly.

The blood quickly flowed down the river, and the artillery fire intertwined on the river surface to form a brilliant sea of ​​fireworks.

"Don't stop firing the cannons," Chang Geng rode out on his horse. "During the intermission, all the Eagle Armors on the White Rainbow will be on standby. I'll give you half a minute to get ready and lift off to a point beyond the range of the White Rainbow. Suppress the situation in the air. We absolutely cannot allow the Eagle Armors on the main ship of the sea monster to fly up and nail them down there!"

"Right wing closed in."

"All sea dragons in Hong Kong, prepare your gunpowder and set off immediately!"

The messenger beside him thought he had misheard for a moment: "Your Majesty, are you talking about the whole of Hong Kong? An all-out war?"

Chang Geng lowered his eyes and glanced at him from his horse: "Be comprehensive, let the foreigners see that Daliang also has navy."

The weak Daliang navy was once vulnerable to a single blow, with its commander killed in battle. In a panic, it was taken care of by a civilian official who could not even ride a horse properly, and fled to the north in panic.

A year ago, the scattered former members of the navy and their lost comrades from all directions formed a mixed group and returned to the place where they first suffered humiliation. Many people from the army were seasick, many people were completely lost on the water, and many people had difficulty coping with the complex operation methods on Daliang's already backward sea dragon...

Now, it all seems like a lifetime ago.

Since the establishment of the Jiangbei Navy, it has undergone two major reorganizations and reorganizations. Lingshuyuan has secretly updated the Daliang Navy warships three times, and a few years ago, it even sent an imitation of the Western "Tiger Shark" ship that was incredibly fast.

At this time, a rare north wind blew along both sides of the river. The eternal lamp burning in General Zhong's mourning hall illuminated an area brightly. The particularly conspicuous white tent was like a soul-calling flag in the entire dark Jiangbei garrison, and his heroic spirit was still there.

This knife has been forged and can only be sharpened with the blood of the enemy.

Gu Yun couldn't see or hear clearly, and could only judge the distance of the exchange of fire by the vibration coming from his feet. He was not even in front of the battle, but he did not panic at all. Xuan Ying was shocked to find that the entire defense of Jiangbei was in his mind, where the strong and weak points were, where the enemy would choose to make a breakthrough, etc. He had predicted it exactly.

Since the command of the battlefield had been handed over to Chang Geng, Gu Yun simply gave him his unreserved trust without any instructions, and let him coordinate the three armies of Jiangbei.

Gu Yun usually monitored the overall battle situation, while calculating the distribution of purple gold and ammunition in various places. At the same time, he had a red-label urgent document from the Northern Frontier on hand, and his efforts had been divided into two groups, falling on the entire territory of Daliang.

The Westerners' sudden dispatch of troops this time was to show the barbarians, and in the final analysis, it was to gain negotiation benefits. If the northern battlefield could hold out, these Westerners would be just jumping clowns, and if the northern battlefield failed -

There was continuous artillery fire in the misty fog in the north of the Yangtze River, and there was boiling turmoil in the northern border covered in silver.

Galai Yinghuo used his assassins and his own son to clear the way, and a fire ignited the purple gold which was worth one ounce of gold and one ounce of oil. Then a large number of northern barbarian warriors rushed out like crazy, as if they were going to destroy themselves and the enemy together.

Shen Yi acted decisively and retreated the Xuantie Camp, which had already penetrated deep into the enemy's territory, for more than ten miles, and started a mad dash across the snow.

The quality of the Black Iron Camp is beyond reproach, and they have almost reduced the barbarians to a thin line of lonesome people.

The barbarians change their expressions faster than turning the pages of a book. The troops stationed in the northern border seem to have become accustomed to Fang Lin's style of turning against people and biting people. They immediately mobilized at the signal of the Xuantie Camp.

He Ronghui and Shen Yi have been partners for many years, so they have a tacit understanding. The reinforcements quickly followed and cut across the elongated battle line.

Unexpectedly, Calais Yinghuo took out all his wealth. The light cavalry opened it, revealing several heavy chariots that had not been taken out for many years. Hundreds of heavy armored vehicles came out in droves, pushing a large net with firepower, and crashed into the black whirlwind-like Xuantie Camp, and the battle line was temporarily stalemate.

In less than half an hour, reinforcements from the Northern Barbarians arrived - however, what came were neither people nor steel armor, but a large number of purple gold escort vehicles. Large numbers of purple golds turned into steam one after another on the front line of the northern border. The fierce and cold white wind could not blow away the raging heat. The temperature rose sharply, and large areas of ice and snow turned into hot springs, which scattered into the dry earth. The white fog in the sky swallowed up the surroundings, and the purple flames formed a tragic spectacle between heaven and earth.

If the armor gets a little closer, the temperature of the surface will start to burn people. The barbarians use their own cars, their own people, and their own heart of the earth as fuel, and push them out continuously with a determination to hollow out the Northern Barbarians, using this fireworks to clear the way.

In the evening, the Black Iron Camp had to retreat again.