"When will the eagle be ready?" Chang Geng asked, trying his best to suppress his anxiety and anger.

The accompanying commander of the Beida Camp hurriedly replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please be patient, it will be ready soon."

"Don't call me Your Majesty. It's not appropriate." Chang Geng rejected the flattery in a displeased manner. After saying this, he also realized that he was fidgeting. He took a deep breath and gently pinched his sleeve as if seeking comfort.

He had a piece of cloth in his sleeve, which looked like it was torn or cut by hand. It was given to him by Gu Yun in a letter from home. At first glance, he had no idea what it was. Gu Yun claimed in the letter that it was a piece of belt that he didn't need, but it was a loss of a year's longing. When it was full in the future, he would ask him to help sew it back. He also said that he had a private wish, and he couldn't write it in this letter, so he would tell him in the next one.

"The late emperor has issued an order, and the rest is just a formality. Your Majesty, why should you be so particular?" The commander interrupted his thoughts and said. The current commander of the Northern Camp was completely different from Tan Hongfei. He was quite good at doing things and speaking. "You see, General Gu has already cut off the Westerners' supply lines with a clever plan. Now their counterattack is just a spent force. With the general in charge, why should your majesty worry?"

Chang Geng did not respond. He also knew that although the false news of the Foreign Affairs Corps' "success" was released by Liu Zhong and Lin Yuan, it must have been reviewed and acquiesced by Gu Yun. So his later closure of the Liangjiang camp was just to lure the enemy to attack. He calmed down and thought carefully. This time, Gu Yun took advantage of the rebellion of the noble families in the capital to wipe out the Westerners in one fell swoop. This war was enough to go down in history, so there was really nothing to worry about.

The commander of Beidaying has understood all these things clearly, so how could Chang Geng not understand them?

But he was extremely anxious.

...Of course, maybe "burning" is not about urgency, but about the longing that lasts too long.

Just then, someone from the post station came running to report that the eagle armor was ready and they could set off. As soon as Chang Geng stood up, three letters from the Liangjiang garrison arrived one after another - these were not sent to the capital. Once the front line started fighting, orders would be issued to warn the surrounding military post stations and local garrisons, asking them to prepare reinforcements or increase vigilance.

The first one said "Enemy invasion", the second one said "major battle", and the third one was directly upgraded to the highest alert level, "The enemy is out in full force, we must meet them with all our strength" - all within the time of a stick of incense.

The commander of the Northern Camp was so frightened that his scalp exploded. He immediately said, "Your Majesty, the alert level on the front line is too high. Please be patient and wait for news at the post station. Wait until things are more stable over there..."

Before he finished speaking, Chang Geng had already stood up: "That's right, you stay."

Commander: “…”

At this time, no one knew that the new emperor would arrive unexpectedly, and everyone at the front line of the garrison was on high alert.

More than a month has passed since Gu Yun was injured at sea. When he was defending the capital, it took only a short period of time from being dug out from the pile of corpses to re-armoring and heading to the northwest. Now, it has only been two or three short years, but these have become the hero's "past glory".

During this time, he was in a coma for more than half a month, and became extremely thin. Shen Yi later said that during that period, his breath was so weak that he seemed to die at any time. He didn't know what kept him alive until now, and he actually recovered. However, it was still very difficult for him to stand up. He had to gather strength for half a day to barely walk around the room. He didn't dare to remove the steel plates on his body, and it would be painful if he sat for a long time.

Gu Yun had never been afraid of pain because he was used to it, and he always believed that pain was a form of self-protection of the body and was not a bad thing. This was the first time in his life that he experienced the feeling of being exhausted by pain.

Of course, there was also good news. The good news was that his eyes were slowly recovering. Yao Zhen asked someone to find an old folk craftsman, who made him a pair of special glass mirrors. After wearing them, he could barely see things within ten feet, so that he could communicate with others. The wound on his throat was not deep and had healed, but his voice would become hoarse if he spoke too much.

It's a pity that he can't help but say it.

The Westerners were clearly making their last stand. The opponent's commander was the old Pope who had fought Gu Yun on equal terms in many naval battles. Although there was a group of Japanese who were trying to muddy the waters and had had unclear contact with Daliang early on, if they were to be of any use, it would first have to be based on the situation where Daliang's navy could gain an absolute advantage - otherwise it was not certain who would be stabbed in the back.

Ever since the Japanese sent someone to give them a hint that the Westerners were preparing for their final stand, Gu Yun had not had a full night's sleep.

He had too many things on his mind and the pain from his wounds - mainly the pain from his wounds - made him often lie in bed until dawn. Even though there was no movement of soldiers outside, he had already fought hundreds of battles in his mind and wanted to consider every possible situation.

In order to end this dangerous battle, Gu Yun mobilized the entire Xuanying Division of the three northwestern divisions. He Ronghui and others deliberately promoted young people and brought General Cai and several other young generals who were just starting out to broaden their horizons.

At this time, Shen Yi and Yao Zhen were cooperating on the water, He Ronghui and the real Black Eagle were in the air, and the strongest armed forces of the entire Daliang that had been honed in the years of war were all on the battlefield in the south of the Yangtze River. This time, there was not only Gu Yun in the central army commander's tent, but General Xiao Cai and a group of former members of the Black Iron Camp were gathered here, with Eagle Armors traveling back and forth, and all battle reports were uploaded and issued at the first time.

The Westerners first tried to surround the port with heavy artillery, hoping to take advantage of the "civil strife in the Liangjiang garrison" to catch them off guard. The garrison was so "panicked" that it was defeated and had to set up "iron fences" and resist passively.

The "iron fence" had been reinforced recently and had amazing defensive capabilities. A group of pioneers hid behind the iron fence and fired cold cannons, allowing the Westerners to consume their artillery fire.

The ambush was quickly arranged. Yao Zhen was already on the Haijiao warship. Shen Yi and He Ronghui were ready to go at any time. The news of "the emperor's death" was mixed in with the orderly exchange of war reports and orders.

This urgent letter in white and green stood out among a pile of concise war reports. At first, when people heard that it was a matter concerning the imperial court, it was thrown aside and no one cared about it. It was not until the formation was completed and the Western artillery fire ceased that Xiao Cai happily took the mailbox.

Shen Yi went out. Xiao Cai helped Gu Yun to unpack the clothes while curiously asking, "Marshal, the green label is a requirement of the court. What does the white label mean?"

Gu Yun held on for a long time, but his energy was obviously running out. He pressed his forehead hard and asked vaguely, "...What?"

Xiao Cai glanced at his ugly face and didn't dare to quarrel with him anymore. She quickly pulled a blanket over Gu Yun and helped him lie down: "You take a rest first, I'll call you if there's anything else."

Then the young man stepped aside quietly and silently opened the mailbox, intending to just glance at it and then put it in the "to be discussed later" pile until after the battle.

Who would have thought that he was stunned after just one glance. After all, the young general was only in his early twenties, and had always been a greenhorn running at the front under his father. He had never faced the changing situation in the court, and was stunned for a moment.

He Ronghui was washing his face while directing his guards to prepare eagle armor for him. He turned around and saw his dumbfounded look and asked, "Xiao Cai, don't just stand there. Get ready to follow me. What are you dawdling about for?"

General Xiao Cai blinked hard and murmured, "Brother He, they said...they said that the emperor passed away..."

Gu Yun was afraid of the cold after being seriously injured. In order to take care of him, everyone made the tent extra warm. He Ronghui was very strong and had to run to the door to wash his face with cold water every once in a while. At this moment, he was sticking his butt out, with water dripping down his beard. Hearing this, he slowly straightened up and opened his mouth and asked, "What?"

"The emperor has passed away..." Xiao Cai licked his lips at a loss, hesitated for a moment, and had to harden his heart to half-kneel beside Gu Yun's couch, carefully pulled the corner of Gu Yun's clothes, and whispered, "Marshal, Marshal."

"He can't hear you calling him like that." He Ronghui strode forward, dragged Gu Yun up, grabbed his shoulders and shook him a few times, and shouted like a gong, "Marshal! My Marshal! Wake up! Something big has happened, the emperor is dead!"

General Xiao Cai: “…”

Gu Yun was a little fuzzy just now, and was shaken awake by him, with a bewildered look on his face.

He Ronghui thought of something again and turned to ask Xiao Cai: "No, who will be the emperor after he dies? That... such a tall kid?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured at his waist. His large hand, like a palm-leaf fan, pressed down in the air with great disrespect, with disdain in the corners of his eyes and brows.

General Cai: "...before his death, the emperor passed the throne to His Royal Highness Prince Yan."

Although He Ronghui has a rough temper, he is not stupid. He was stunned when he heard this and said in confusion: "Not his son but King Yan? That doesn't make sense. Did he take the wrong medicine?"

Gu Yun quickly read their lip movements and finally figured out what they were saying. He immediately woke up with shock: "Show it to me!"

The news in the commander's tent was briefly interrupted due to a sudden accident. Shen Yi, who was dressed up, and Cao Chunhua, who was pretending to be Gu Yun, waited for a while but did not receive any order. They were quite surprised and were about to send someone to ask.

No one expected that, before everyone had digested the news, the legendary new emperor actually arrived in person!

Wartime is different from normal times. The garrison is extremely heavily guarded. The guards thought they had misheard at first, until the commander of the North Camp handed over the tiger talisman in the emperor's hand. Then a team of guards rolled and crawled to report the news. Chang Geng didn't wait for him and led his men directly in. Before he reached the general's tent, he ran into Cao Chunhua who was about to board the warship.

Cao Chunhua had a face exactly like Gu Yun, and she was caught off guard by a staring eye contact with Chang Geng. Chang Geng's heart began to beat wildly at the sight of the "Gu Yun" after a long absence. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that "Gu Yun" seemed to be extremely frightened, his eyes rolled around in a mess, and he pulled the reins hard, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Chang Geng: “…”

After seeing this, Chang Geng knew who this person was just by looking at his eyebrows. He was about to open his mouth to stop the other party, but when the words came to his lips, he was afraid of ruining some secret plan of Gu Yun, so he hurriedly flew after him, grabbed the reins of "Gu Yun", and pulled him and the horse together, squeezing out two words from between his teeth: "Xiao, Cao."

Cao Chunhua wanted to cry but had no tears. She looked down at Chang Geng who looked like he was asking for a debt, and crawled off the horse.

At this time, he had not yet heard the earth-shattering news in the capital. He only cried and whispered, "Your Highness."

Chang Geng glared at him fiercely: "I asked you to take care of him for me, but you just obeyed him? You are just being perfunctory to me!"

Cao Chunhua used Gu Yun's face to make a shameless and bitter expression, which made Chang Geng turn away with a stomachache. He really didn't understand how this person could sneak into the enemy camp several times without being discovered.

"When a general is away from home... he has to obey the emperor's orders," Cao Chunhua said in a low voice in Chang Geng's ear while leading him to linger. "Without the Marshal's approval, I can't pass on any news even if I want to..."

Chang Geng snorted in annoyance, letting him off this time, and asked again: "What are you guys up to? Real or fake marshal?"

Cao Chunhua was in a state of confusion, and hummed and hawed as she dealt with Chang Geng while secretly glancing at Shen Yi. While he was dragging Chang Geng, Shen Yi took the opportunity to slip back into the tent. The two of them were like a tiger away from the mountain in their own camp, one of them was trembling with fear while dragging the "enemy situation" while the other quickly rushed back to the general's tent to report the news.

Seeing that Shen Yi had already turned around and rushed back to the central army's tent, Cao Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief. However, before she could fully relax, she suddenly heard Chang Geng say word by word: "Who are you looking at?"

Cao Chunhua: “…”

Chang Geng felt more and more that something was wrong and pushed Cao Chunhua away. He had been in the Liangjiang camp for more than a month and he found the central army's tent at a glance and strode over.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Cao Chunhua grabbed Chang Geng's sleeve in a hurry and swallowed hard, "Your Highness, you must... calm down for a while."

At this time, Shen Yi had already run to Gu Yun in panic, as if he was chased back by the Western Pope driving a sea monster: "Zi Zi Zi... Zi Xi!"

He Ronghui wondered, "Brother Ji Ping, why did you leak air?"

Shen Yi didn't bother to argue with him, and threw himself on the head of Gu Yun's bed, breathlessly saying: "Your little prince is here, you you you..."

Everyone in the general's tent was still immersed in the shock of "Prince Yan actually ascended the throne and became the emperor", and they didn't react for a moment to who Shen Yi was referring to with the old name "young prince". He Ronghui and Xiao Cai stared at each other, and Gu Yun was a little slow to read Shen Yi's lip language in his mind, and said in disbelief: "Chang Geng?"

Shen Yi nodded as if she had lost her parents.

Gu Yun suddenly lost color and almost jumped up... But he was powerless and didn't jump up. He seemed to be caught by his wife while sleeping with a beautiful woman. His tongue was tied and he said, "Is there a place under the bed for me to hide? Lao He, don't block the way, get out of the way... cough cough cough..."

In a hurry, Gu Yun's throat was choked and he started coughing violently. Before he finished coughing, a faint spring breeze blew in from outside the tent, blowing across the pale back of the hand of the deaf and blind man. Gu Yun vaguely saw a tall and graceful shadow at the door through the special glass mirror.

Gu Yun: “…”

The whole tent was silent for a moment. Gu Yun was simply frightened, while the others were shocked to see the "new emperor" in the mailbox standing in front of them alive.

Only Shen Yi broke the silence, not in the right state: "...It's not my fault for running slowly."

He Ronghui knew Prince Yan, who was escorting military pay, when he was in the northwest. He was the first to react and said, "Your Majesty?"

Everyone seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and they all wanted to greet each other with great courtesy. Chang Geng's eyes did not leave Gu Yun, and he waved his hands with a somewhat tense movement, barely holding up his face and said: "Last time we met, you all addressed each other as brothers, there is no need to be like this."

Shen Yi was puzzled as he watched Chang Geng slowly approach him, even nodding to him politely, then walked past him to the edge of the bed, staring at Gu Yun until his eyes hurt like needles, but he still had to look.

There were steel plates stuck in many places on Gu Yun's body, and the bandages under his collar were still stained with blood. The exposed collarbone and wrist seemed to have only a layer of fragile skin covering the bones and flesh. There was not even a trace of blood on his lips. The special colored glass mirror on his face had several layers of thick lenses, which almost obscured half of his face. His other eye was confused and out of focus, but one could still see the subtle tension.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chang Geng slowly sat down beside Gu Yun's bed, pulled the corner of the quilt for him, glanced at the letter in the letter box next to him, and then instructed the commander of the North Camp who followed him outside the tent: "Take the tiger talisman and tell the soldiers of the Jiao, Armor, Eagle, and Cavalry that I am here and will fight with you all. You will definitely be invincible."

The soldiers in the commander's tent were silent for a moment, and then someone started shouting "Long live the commander" three times.

The voice soon came from the commander's tent and flew across the entire garrison as if it had wings. For the first time in hundreds of years, the two tiger talismans appeared in the same place, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea and pierces the fluttering military flags. Neither the waves nor the artillery fire could shake them. Even though the new emperor had not yet been officially crowned, he had already been recognized by the generals of the four regions at the first opportunity.

The sound of Westerners' cannons attacking the iron fence rang out again. Gu Yun did not dare to delay any longer. The generals quickly filed out, each doing their job, and left one after another. The messenger tactfully retreated outside the tent. Finally, only Gu Yun and Chang Geng were left in the general's tent.

The moment the last outsider left, Gu Yun was about to say something, but Chang Geng seemed to have his spine pulled out. He swayed on the spot and almost collapsed. Then, his chest rose and fell violently, as if it was in great pain, and as if he couldn't breathe. He covered his chest with one hand, clenched his teeth tightly, and his spine was stretched as if it would break.

Gu Yun was startled, and quickly raised his arm and carefully pressed it on his back: "Chang Geng, what's wrong?"

Chang Geng pulled his hand down and clasped it in his palm in panic, squeezing it desperately as if it were a life-saving straw, but he was panting so hard that he couldn't speak, and the veins on his forehead and temples were bulging.

Gu Yun had brought him up to this age, and never knew that he had any heart disease or asthma, so he immediately called out: "Where's the military doctor, come..."

The guard on standby at the door heard this and poked his head in.

Chang Geng squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Get out! Don't come over here!"

The guards didn't understand what was going on, but they didn't dare to disobey the emperor's order and retreated in a hurry.

Gu Yun looked at him somewhat bewilderedly. Chang Geng's eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils seemed to be about to separate, but at the same time, they seemed to be pierced by a needle and stuck together. He slowly turned to Gu Yun. Marshal Gu had already gritted his teeth and prepared himself for his outburst.

But after waiting for a long time, Chang Geng just asked slowly: "If I came later, would I not be able to see you?"

Gu Yun: “…”

"I'm far away in the capital, listening to them shouting and yelling, and then waiting for you to come back with joy. I want to show you the steam rail line that will be connected soon, I want to talk to you a lot, I want to sew that torn belt back for you, and then what?" Chang Geng asked softly, slowly tightening his grip on Gu Yun's hand and lifting it up to his eyes. He looked down at Gu Yun's pale hand, "Can I still wait for you?"

Gu Yun felt as if his heart was pierced by a steel needle, and he was immediately at a loss for words.

"I hate you so much." Chang Geng said, "I hate you so much, Gu Zixi."

These words had been weighing on his mind along with the frequent attacks of Urgu since Gu Yun first abandoned him in the Marquis' Mansion and secretly ran off to the northwest.

Now, after a long and torturous treatment, most of the Urgu was gone and could no longer be suppressed, so he finally spoke it out.

Chang Geng suddenly collapsed, and he briefly wandered away from the path of "only blood, no tears" that he had chosen since childhood.

The new emperor, who had just been speaking loudly with his generals, burst into tears in his tent.