Lying on the bed, Lian Yong's face showed a vague look of death. He coughed a few times, forced himself to lean on the head of the bed, and suddenly there was light in his eyes again.
"General, please cover yourself with quilts." An old guard who had been following for more than ten years hurriedly walked in, frightened and a little confused.
"Don't mess up, I don't dare to die yet." Lian Yong's voice was hoarse.
The old guard was stunned and stood there with red eyes.
"Old General, don't do this. Get down quickly."
Lian Yong acted as if he hadn't heard anything and was still talking to himself, "You know, right? I have a little friend who can be called a life-and-death friend. Some time ago, he sent me a letter...ahem."
"There are not many people with conscience in this world. I heard that my little friend already has six states in Xishu. He governs benevolently, loves the people, and drives out foreigners... Ahem, knowing this, I am happy from the bottom of my heart.
.Young Master, you have finally chosen a great talent for thirty states in the world."
"If it weren't for my old age, I would definitely go to Shu and have a drink with him. However, what he said in the letter does have some meaning."
"I've probably thought about what he said clearly. Li Wei, come here and help me get out of bed and walk a few steps. I haven't been to the city wall for a long time. I should patrol the defense again."
"Besides, I have something to tell you."
The old guard burst into tears. From this look, he was clearly on his deathbed.
…
At the top of the Hezhou city, a young man with a light beard and an elegant face was wearing a battle armor and carefully following the city defense. He happened to meet an old soldier.
The young man paused and stopped.
"Meet General Chang."
"No need to be polite." The young general smiled and took the tools from the old soldier's hand. "It's cold in autumn and it's getting late now. You go back to camp. I'll help you finish the rest of the military affairs."
"General Chang, how can this be done?"
"When we were in the inner city, my brother often told me that it was you veterans who guarded the border of the Central Plains. If I, Chang Jiulang, hadn't just arrived here and were not familiar with it, otherwise, according to my point of view, I wanted to
Let you receive an extra pension and retire and return to your hometown."
"Go back. I have applied for new winter mattresses from the inner city. From tonight on, you can all have a warm sleep."
After saying that, Chang Jiulang laughed, and slowly began to work following the repairs of the old soldier. It was not until the sky turned completely dark that Chang Jiulang finished the work, rubbed his body, and prepared to go under the city wall.
After only taking a few steps, a guard suddenly ran over, his voice trembling.
"General, something bad happened, Lian, old General Lian is gone!"
After a pause, Chang Jiulang suddenly knelt down on the city wall like a child, banged his head and started crying. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. After a long time, he staggered to his feet with the support of his personal guards.
"I Changjiuro, I am deeply saddened to lose my mentor!"
"I...go to see the teacher for the last time."
On the hospital bed in the room, Chang Jiulang arrived in despair. Looking at the dying figure on the bed, he tried several times with trembling hands before continuing to cry sadly, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to the bed.
"The old general said that after he left, his body was buried in the mound outside Hezhou and he continued to watch the border." The voices of several old guards nearby were choked with sobs.
"Old, teacher, wuwu, did the teacher leave a message?"
"When the old general was dying, he specifically told me to wait for these old soldiers to stay in Hezhou and help General Chang guard the border."
"Loyalty in the world, my mentor!" Chang Jiulang looked up to the sky and worshiped, sobbing even more.
Late at night, after saying goodbye, several honest and brave old guards cried bitterly and slowly carried a coffin out of Hezhou. They walked very slowly and carefully.
Outside Hezhou City, the night was windy and cold.
Chang Jiulang stood at the top of the city with grief on his face. He looked at the coffin bearers for a long time without moving.
…
Hebei, Yizhou front line.
Changshiro used the strategy of attacking from all sides and finally fought a good battle that turned him around. Although the battle suffered a lot of losses, it was already a great victory compared to Gongsun Zu.
"After this battle between Gongsunzu and the Four Alliances of Hebei, the troops at Dieshiguan suffered a lot of losses. I suggest that your lord use a feint attack strategy to continue to tire out the enemy before winter comes."
"Zhongde, winter is not far away."
"I know." The old counselor sounded worried, "My lord, please note that even with this victory, after next year, not only will we have to fight fiercely in Hebei, but we will also have to join the world alliance. In this way
, I’m afraid it will be disadvantageous. For the current plan, we can only try every means to make next year’s war more advantageous.”
"Don't worry." Chang Silang smiled, "My boss sent me a letter saying that after next spring, even if we join the alliance, the battlefield will still be in Hebei. When we attack Cangzhou, we only need to send 20,000 to 30,000 people.
.”
The old counselor was startled, "What does this mean?"
Chang Silang's tone was cold, "If I'm not wrong, Gongsun Zu will most likely turn to the Demon Queen. The current general trend of the world is to take sides. Gongsun Zu will not stand with me, so he can only stand on my side.
Over there is the Demon Queen."
"If that's the case, it's a good thing." The old counselor's face suddenly relaxed.
Chang Shiro was about to say a few more words, but suddenly, his voice stopped. He raised his head and looked at Chang Wei, who was walking towards him. His eyes were already swollen from crying.
"What, you little fool?"
"Master, there is bad news from Hezhou. General Lian, General Lian is gone!"
Chang Shiro, who was still smiling playfully at first, suddenly became silent. After a long time, he raised his hand with difficulty, "I understand, I understand. Why don't you cry? The old general was so loyal and brave that he died in the army, which fulfilled his long-cherished wish. You
Cry your ass off, if you cry again I will beat you——"
Before he finished speaking, Chang Shiro's eyes turned red. He rubbed them, pointed at God, and cursed endlessly. In the end, he stood up and Chang Wei hugged each other and cried.
This time, the old counselor did not dissuade his lord from being absurd. He sat with his eyes closed, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.
A veteran guarding the border, loyal, brave and righteous, no matter what, he is worthy of being knelt down and worshiping him.
…
"Lord, the news came from Ye Xiao that Lian Yong died of illness." The words were concise and concise, but Dongfang Jing's voice was obviously filled with sadness.
"Are you sure?"
"It should be confirmed...I heard that Chang Jiulang went to see him off in person."
"Understood." Xu Mu nodded, his face unchanged, and he was still processing the file in his hand. When he finished processing, he turned around to get another volume, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Some time ago, he specially sent a letter to Lian Yong. In addition to the feelings of old friends, the content of the letter also contained a few sentences about Chang Jiulang. I hope this veteran can keep a close eye on him again.
one time.
I don’t know if the letter has been received, and I don’t know if Lian Yong has checked it... In short, an old friend is withering like the wind. In this world, another righteous man has left this world.