Chang Geng finally caught up with him: "Godfather, wait!"

Gu Yun was already on his horse, and he looked back at him condescendingly. The warhorse was as restless as its master, and even though the reins were being pulled, it still paced back and forth in the same place.

The blood on Chang Geng's face seemed to have stained his palms and cuffs, like a portrait drawn on paper.

His expression was almost indifferent, as if a mask had been put on his face that was in extreme pain just now. He spoke word by word, "If Huo Bo can't suppress General Tan, then if my adoptive father goes to Beijing at this time, it will undoubtedly bring disaster upon himself."

Gu Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to say something, but Chang Geng interrupted him first.

"I know that you have to go to the capital even if it means getting burned, because the Imperial Guards cannot stop the Northern Camp. Right now, apart from my adoptive father, no one can suppress General Tan. If there is a mutiny in the capital, the consequences will be disastrous." Chang Geng took a deep breath and then stretched out a bloodstained hand to him. "But if the emperor detains you, the generals will surely be in turmoil and disaster may occur. I need a token left by my adoptive father to temporarily calm people's hearts."

A look of astonishment flashed across Gu Yun's face. This child who had just upset him so much suddenly became a stranger.

Everyone has many faces. For example, some people may be very powerful and legendary outside, but once they return to their loved ones, they will become a little child who does not know hunger or fullness, is forgetful and has a bad temper.

Although Chang Geng was drifting away from the boy who called him "Sixteen" without respect but always relied on his little foster father, he still had some admiration for Gu Yun in his heart. Even when lust was stirred in the middle of the night, this fatherly and brotherly love was mixed with an indescribable sense of taboo...

Until this gust of east wind blew away his last youthful feelings.

Chang Geng realized in the shortest possible time that he might have to walk alone on a road where no one would understand him or accompany him.

From now on, he is no longer anyone's son or junior.

Gu Yun took out his personal seal from his bosom, threw it to Chang Geng, and said: "This thing is not as important as the Black Iron Tiger Talisman, but the old people who have followed me will recognize it. It may be of some use. Just in case... you can find a way to ask General Zhong for help."

Chang Geng didn't even look at the private seal, he put it directly into his sleeve, nodded calmly and said: "Got it, godfather, don't worry."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yun had already kicked the horse's belly hard and galloped away.

Chang Geng stared at his back until he could no longer see him. He suddenly closed his eyes and murmured inaudibly, "Zi Xi..."

The guards at the Marquis' Mansion didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion, "What did your Highness say?"

Chang Geng turned around suddenly: "Prepare paper and pen."

The guards hurriedly chased after him: "Your Highness, your hand..."

Chang Geng paused after hearing this, picked up the wine pot that Gu Yun had dropped, and poured the entire pot of liquor onto the wounds on his hands expressionlessly. The wounds that had already scabbed over were once again bleeding. He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wrapped them nonchalantly.

At this time in the capital, no one expected that the death of an old eunuch would cause such an uproar.

Tan Hongfei's grievances that had been suppressed for twenty years exploded, and he seemed to have gone mad. He first sent troops to surround Uncle Wang Guo's mansion, but when he learned that the old man had abandoned his wife and children and gone into the palace to hide from the limelight, he immediately turned around and brazenly confronted the Imperial Guards who had come to the rescue.

The Imperial Guards and the Northern Camp were responsible for external affairs and the other was responsible for internal affairs. They were both the last line of defense in the capital, and they were close friends who saw each other every day. The Imperial Guards were mainly composed of two parts: young soldiers who had connections in the capital and were fed by the emperor, and elite soldiers selected from the Northern Camp. The former had long been frightened to the point of peeing their pants and could not be relied on at all. Although the latter were capable, they were suddenly confronted with their "home team" and were in a dilemma for a while. As Chang Geng had expected, they were soon defeated.

The music from Qiyuan Tower was still lingering in the air, the mist from the warm wine had not yet dissipated, but the whole city was already in an uproar.

Tan Hongfei led his men to the outside of the palace and took off his helmet, as if he was holding his own head.

He first knelt three times and kowtowed nine times towards the main hall, then shouted to the imperial guards who were blocking his way: "I, the guilty minister Tan Hongfei, request to see the emperor. I ask the emperor to send out the traitors who have stayed in the palace, and give an explanation to the millions of brothers who are defending my country and the world! I, the guilty minister, am willing to die a thousand times to atone for my crime of deceiving the emperor!"

When Emperor Li Feng in the palace heard this, he was furious before he could blame Wang Guo. The courage of the emperor was not comparable to that of Wang Guojiu who ran away with his tail between his legs. Li Feng almost smashed the imperial seal. He turned around, changed his clothes and went out to the front of the hall to confront Tan Hongfei face to face.

The capital's heavy troops and the palace guards stared at each other across the several-meter-wide white marble steps. Even the sparrows perched on the palace walls were sweating with fear.

And in this dangerous stalemate, Gu Yun finally arrived in time.

Gu Yun brought about twenty people with him, and they forced a path through the Beidaying troops that were besieging the palace, and broke in directly.

Marquis Anding was so angry that he almost choked on his blood. He strode forward and whipped Tan Hongfei in the face, leaving his skin torn and he roared, "Are you courting death?"

When Tan Hongfei saw Gu Yun, his eyes turned red: "Marshal..."

"Shut up, what do you want to do? Force the emperor to abdicate?" Gu Yun kicked him on the shoulder, and Tan Hongfei was almost stomped to the ground by him. "Do you still have respect for hierarchy, loyalty and righteousness in your eyes? Do you still know what it means to be superior to the emperor and his subjects? What about the rule that the Northern Camp cannot enter the capital without being summoned? Who gave you the courage to deceive the emperor!"

Tan Hongfei fell to the ground, almost crying: "Marshal, twenty years have passed. Brothers who died in vain, brothers who were wronged and never redressed..."

Gu Yun looked down at him, his eyes were cold and unmoved: "Order the entire North Camp to retreat outside the Nine Gates within half an hour. If you are slower, I will kill you myself. Get lost!"

Tan Hongfei: "Marshal!"

“Get out!” Gu Yun’s eyes kept twitching. He pushed Tan Hongfei away, took a step forward, lifted his coat and knelt down in front of the stone steps of the hall. “Your Majesty, calm down. General Tan was injured in his early years and has had insanity for a long time. He was also instigated by the villains. I think he was possessed by a ghost and had a seizure. Please consider his many years of hard work and allow him to go home and rest. Spare this madman’s life.”

Zhu Xiaojiao took the opportunity to whisper in Li Feng's ear: "Your Majesty, the commander-in-chief is here too. You are a precious person, you must not take any risks. Go into the palace and hide for a while."

Li Feng laughed in anger, turned his head and looked at Zhu Xiaojiao sinisterly, and said coldly: "Why, you call him Marshal too?"

Zhu Xiaojiao’s face turned pale instantly, and she fell to her knees with a plop.

Li Feng stood on the white marble steps with his hands behind his back, looking down at the Marquis of Anding who was wearing a light fur coat and black armor. He understood one thing more than ever before - before the late emperor passed away, he repeatedly grabbed his hand and told him to be careful of someone. That person was not the ambitious King of Wei, nor was it those covetous foreigners, but his right-hand man... Gu Yun.

Half an hour later, the North Camp withdrew from the nine gates, and more than a dozen generals in charge, including Tan Hongfei, were detained, and Marquis Anding was imprisoned.

At the same time, countless wooden birds flew out from the hot spring villa in the northern suburbs, and light cavalry divided into two groups and galloped, carrying letters with Gu Yun's private seal, and rushed to the two important border areas of the northwest and the south of the Yangtze River and the East China Sea in plain clothes.

If Chang Geng had Black Eagles in his hands at this time, even if there were only one or two, perhaps he would have a chance.

However, when Emperor Long'an detained Gu Yun's seal of command, he sent all the soldiers of the Black Iron Camp around him back to the northwest garrison.

Once again... it's too late.

It is April in the world, and the entrance to the ancient Silk Road in the Western Regions is as beautiful as pearls and jade.

The prosperity of a few months ago is long gone, all checkpoints are closed, and the Black Iron Camp is on high alert.

Those "black crows" with murderous aura can be seen everywhere. He Ronghui was ordered to temporarily take over the position of commander-in-chief of the three armies, and the drum order from the capital was still gathering dust on his desk.

The sky was at its darkest point, with dark clouds looming over the city. All the garrisons of various nations had their doors tightly shut. Everything was utterly silent, and as the yellow sand passed by, it seemed as if something was about to explode.

I don’t know if it was General He’s illusion, but he always felt that something was going to happen.

And at this moment, a black eagle suddenly fell from the sky.

When the black eagle landed, it lost its balance and stumbled into the dust of the Western Regions. The patrolling Xuantie Qingqiu saw it and hurried forward to check.

It was seen that the Sky Killer who roamed the sky seemed to be unable to stand up due to being weighed down by the Black Eagle Armor. He knelt on the ground and held his comrade's hand tightly. The young face under the mask was frighteningly haggard.

The patrol captain came over quickly and asked repeatedly, "Didn't General He ask you to go to the capital to find out when the commander-in-chief can get his seal back? What happened? What happened?"

The black eagle clenched his teeth tightly, with blood all over his teeth. His handsome face twisted, and he tore off his eagle armor and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see General He..."

Something happened in Beidaying and Tan Hongfei was imprisoned. The Nine Gates Admiral was afraid that the imprisonment of Marquis Anding would cause greater turmoil. After taking over the camp defense, the first thing he did was to send people to guard all the entrances and exits of the suburbs. The Black Eagle had not yet landed when it was hit by a wave of white rainbow arrows. It finally broke out and landed in disguise, and then it found out the cause and effect from the rumors that were spreading among the people.

In anger, the black eagle returned directly to the northwest, and just happened to pass by the light cavalry sent by Chang Geng to the northwest. The black eagle was much faster than the horse, and arrived at the Black Iron Camp several days ahead of schedule.

He Ronghui's powder keg exploded on the spot, and he led his men straight into the Northwest Protectorate. At this critical moment, the Shahu who were lined up in the Kingdom of Kucha slowly left the station, raised their heads and pointed the black muzzles of their guns to the east.

All the people involved have done their best and can only leave it to fate.

But this time, destiny seemed to have completely abandoned the Li Dynasty, which was about to end.

In the cold and warm northern desert——

The rolling hills curve in a gentle arc, and the wild flowers are eager to reveal their buds.

A pack of gray wolves stood on a high place, falcons were whistling and circling, flags and animal skins covered with oil and dust were fluttering in the wind, the sky was blue, the earth was dark yellow, and deep in the dense grass, there were thousands of troops.

Amid the roar of cold iron and machinery, a hoarse and lingering song suddenly came from the air.

"The purest spirit, even the wind of heaven will kiss the hem of her skirt. All living things will sing and bow their heads, kneeling where she sings and dances. Next year there will be herds of cattle and sheep, lush and rich grass and trees, and carpets of flowers that will spread to the end of the Tianshan Mountains. Next year there will be an eternal sky and evergreen grass. The wild rabbits will leave their holes, and the wild horses will slowly return—"

Five or six years have passed in a flash. The Northern Barbarian prince Jialai Yinghuo, who had rashly rushed to Yanhui Town in a fit of rage, has now inherited eighteen tribes and become the real Wolf King. The northwest wind outside the pass has left deep marks on his face, carving his features repeatedly for thousands of days and nights, and hatred and resentment have repeatedly soaked his bones.

Now, his temples are gray, the fierce light in his eyes is hidden deep in his heart without a trace, and his vast and distant singing voice has long been covered with dust. He can only hum a few lines, vaguely sounding like the old lyrics, but his voice is already hoarse.

He raised the wine jug at his waist and took a sip of the muddy wine with the taste of rust from the spout. His face was tense as he stared at a shadow flying in the distance. The black shadow traveling with the falcon came closer in an instant. It was actually an eagle armor, bigger than the black eagle and with more ferocious armor. It whistled back and forth with a sharp cry and landed in front of the current wolf king. He handed over a small golden sword made of unknown material with both hands.

Calais Yinghuo reached out and picked up the small golden sword and poured wine on it. A line of characters from eighteen tribes slowly appeared on the originally smooth arrow shaft. The long curly characters stretched under the strong liquor, and it read "Please let Wolf King go ahead."

Calais Mars took a deep breath, thinking that this moment had finally arrived and he would be filled with ecstasy.

However, no, he realized that after so many years, hatred had almost drained him. Even though a comeback was imminent, he had forgotten how to laugh. The current Wolf King looked up at the sky above his head. The sunlight made him dizzy, as if countless pairs of dead eyes were still staring at him.

"It's time." He said in an almost inaudible voice, raising a hand amid the dead silence of the army.

Then let it go.

The gray wolf stretched its neck and howled, then galloped down, its claws and fangs pointing south.

The South Sea Islands, green all year round, with warm winds whimpering—

That night, a large, pure black ship slowly sailed into the quiet and simple harbor. Before it stopped, a group of armored soldiers rushed out of the open hatch. The uninhabited island was suddenly brightly lit. Among the huge reefs, there were actually pieces of armor, which were reflected by the dim firelight and looked hideous, like a group of ominous ghost soldiers.

Inside the heavy armor, there was a huge marching map, which covered a secret passage that was dug three feet deep in the mountains of Southern Xinjiang. What Gu Yun had sent people to dig was actually just the tip of the iceberg.

Finally, it was the originally calm East China Sea——

Japanese samurai with long swords and snake-like ninjas dressed up as coastal pirates, carefully rowing small boats to slip through the sea without being noticed, and communicating with each other with strange hand gestures.

They slowly gathered from all directions like ants, and the cargo ships that usually flowed like water on the dock also withdrew from Daliang Harbor one by one and quietly turned towards the direction of the Japanese islands.

A long, piercing whistle sounded across the boundless ocean.

The "merchant ships" gradually gathered into rows, arranged in a straight and horizontal manner, in an orderly manner. As they left the cruising range of the Jiangnan navy, the leading merchant ship suddenly replaced the original merchant caravan flag, and the solemn and heavy battle flag of the Western Pope lay across the sea, casting a large shadow.

Changing the flag seemed to be a terrible signal. One after another, huge "merchant ships" began to disintegrate. The whitewashed surface shell fell off into the sea, revealing the black holes of the guns underneath. This was actually a kind of "sea dragon" that had never been seen before. They were small and strange, and could be wrapped in ordinary merchant ships. The speed of the ship was as fast as lightning. When passing through the sea, it was like a sea monster tearing through the wind.

The group of monsters dispersed following the flag signals, and then a huge black shadow slowly rose from under the water.

The originally calm sea surface was surged with waves as big as small mountains. It was an incomparable monster that looked like a giant seal. It broke through the sea surface, revealing a strange "head". Thousands of sea dragons and warships were stuck on countless "suction cups" on its head, ready to go. The towering pillars were full of purple gold, and the heavy iron shell was turned open by countless interlocking gears. The rows of large and small gun barrels were like countless sinister eyes, and there was no stagnation when they twisted.

The deck of this giant sea monster can accommodate at least a dozen large sea dragons.

The hatch slowly opened, and a pitch-black staircase hung down from thin air. Two rows of Western navy soldiers wearing strange caps filed out. A black umbrella opened in the pitch-black hatch and was held up to block the falling seawater. The white-haired Western man that Gu Yun had encountered in the palace lowered his head and walked calmly under the umbrella.

The man holding an umbrella for him walked out half a step behind, and it was none other than "Mr. Ya" who had tricked the bandits in southern Xinjiang back then.