"Wen Long, please listen to my advice and stop working too hard..." After entering the palace, Chen Que's tone was sad. As a doctor, he could already see that Jia Zhou in front of him had a vague sign of death.
Although he is the best doctor in the world, in the end, he cannot reverse the loss of vitality.
"Commander Sun, take the old ginseng to Xi Niang's place and tell her to simmer it carefully and not to let the ginseng gas escape."
Sun Xun nodded hurriedly, took the old ginseng and walked back.
"Wenlong, please take a good rest first. Just wait, the King of Shu should be back soon." Chen Que sighed.
Jia Zhou opened his eyes, covered his mouth and coughed, finally forcing out a smile.
"Mr. Chen, it's okay. I know my destiny. If I can't wait for my lord, or if things are not finished, I can't die."
"In the past few years, I have carried out my poisonous plan and committed too much killing. Thinking about it every night makes me feel depressed. There is no mercy that can control troops, and there is no mercy that can never make plans. After all, you are only a human being, and you have been acting against heaven. It doesn't make sense."
After hearing the general idea, Chen Que hesitated and gave another advice.
The lights in the palace were dancing, and Sun Xun, who had left and returned, hurriedly came back. Following behind him was a dead soldier from the Night Owl Group.
"Old military advisor, the people from Dingzhou Ye Xiao branch are here."
Jia Zhou raised his eyes and weakly raised his hand, indicating that he had something to report.
"Dingzhou Night Owl Branch Hall Wu Lu reported to the military advisor that the commander-in-chief Cao Hong has not contacted him for more than half a month. We speculate that the commander-in-chief may be trapped in the inner city."
Night Owl's rule is that every few days, information will be transmitted layer by layer through various hidden lines. For example, from the inner city, it will be transmitted to Dingzhou first, and then transmitted back to Chengdu from Dingzhou.
But now, Cao Hong seems to have lost contact with him in the inner city.
Jia Zhou looked painful, covered his mouth and started coughing again.
Cao Hong was an old member of Xishu's team. He started to follow the young marquis when he took over the throne, and he has always been the main force in spying. After Chen Jiaqiao's death, only Cao Hong could successfully spread Ye Xiao's intelligence network.
"Wu Lu, you go back to Dingzhou to think of some ways and try to contact us again."
"Military advisor, do you want to send someone to the inner city?"
Jia Zhou shook his head silently, "No need for the time being. The iron torture platform in Beiyu will probably be covered with a net. If we can't contact Cao Hong, we will find a way to contact Shangguan Yan of Xia'er Helm first."
Wu Lu nodded and quickly stood up to leave.
Jia Zhou raised his head and sighed, like a pool of soft mud, and collapsed on the chair.
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Night ends and dawn dawns.
The river area outside Wuzhou is densely packed with patrol boats from Western Shu. Miao Tong, wearing a battle armor, had a calm expression and kept looking around.
"General Miao, the war situation is at a stalemate and the world is at peace. This place is not far from the Kezhou River. If Chiang Kai-shek's navy enters the river to make a surprise attack, I'm afraid we will be passive." Beside Miao Tong, a navy admiral spoke seriously.
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"The little military advisor has an order to pursue Huang Zhizhou at all costs." Miao Tong said in a calm voice, "If I dare to sail to the Wuzhou River, I have the best of both worlds. I, Miao Tong, am a ghost in the water. If I am on the river, I will be timid.
How will we defend the Jiangnan defense line of the Jiangnan states in the future?"
"Separate three fleets to intercept the response from the Beiyu people. Even if Jiang Meng dares to shoot a flying arrow, I will shoot him back!"
On the building boat, Miao Tong's voice suddenly became cold.
"Intercepting and killing the traitor Huang Zhizhou is an order from the two military advisors. There must be no mistake!"
Outside the Wuzhou River area, it is about to enter the sea, and the waterway begins to become turbulent.
When a Wuzhou boatman saw the warships of Xishu, he was so surprised that he quickly held up his bamboo shoots and moved to the side. But he never thought that there were also a large number of warships coming from the other direction.
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The wolf in front and the tiger in the back were getting closer and closer. In desperation, the boatman quickly jumped into the water and escaped.
On the ship, Miao Tong turned his head and looked at the Jiang flag on the opposite warship. There was a figure under the flag, wearing a cloak and armor, and did not move his sword.
"General Miao, people from Beiyu have indeed entered the river! Beware of surprise attacks——"
"Continue to lock the river." Miao Tong said expressionlessly.
"General Miao!"
"Listen to the order! Keep locking the river for me!" Miao Tong shouted.
The water formations on both sides were getting closer and closer. Miao Tong had no intention of giving way, and Beiyu's fleet also continued to sail over.
In the Western Shu water formation, many soldiers on the warships began to mobilize their long-range shooting battalions, aiming in the direction of the Beiyu Navy.
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"Everyone is in position——"
In the Beiyu River Formation, the people on the warships also felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
On the main ship, Jiang Meng half-squinted his eyes and stared at the Governor of Western Shu opposite.
"General Jiang, the Shu people won't give in at all."
Jiang Meng's face was cold. According to his own thoughts, he did not want to enter the river. However, Changyang told him to protect Huang Zhizhou.
"Continue sailing." Jiang Meng's tone was serious, "Don't forget, behind us is Beiyu, the orthodoxy of the Central Plains!"
"Captain Miao Tong? I want to see today if he dares to stop me? Could it be that he has eaten the guts of a leopard and wants to start a war?"
Under Jiang Meng's order, Beiyu's navy also did not stop. Compared with Xishu, the current Beiyu navy is not strong. There are not even a few tower ships.
But behind them is Beiyu, which accounts for seven percent of the world! There are thirty states in the world, and the people of Shu cannot compete with the land of nine states, so what are they fighting for!
"Sail!" Jiang Meng roared.
The river wind suddenly became howling. The sound of water breaking through the waves became louder and louder.
"Sail!" Miao Tong's eyes were heavy and he didn't mean any courtesy.
The two fleets are getting closer and closer, charging at each other. The Wuzhou River area on the left and right does not belong to Beiyu, nor does it belong to Xishu. It is like a sheep pen. If two wolves are going to fight, who cares about the face of a lamb.
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"The sun... sets thousands of feet high!" Zuo Shiren stood on the sentry tower on the shore of Wuzhou. When he heard the information, he was so anxious that he wanted to curse.
Wuzhou is his territory.
It's good now. No matter Xi Shu or Bei Yu, they obviously don't give him any face. No one takes him, the Zuo King of Dongling, seriously.
"Li Confucianism, Lili Confucianism! Write a message to the king and say that the land of Wuzhou is my Zuo Shiren's territory. There are no invitations to pay homage or envoys. I will not agree to borrow the road!"
"I, Zuo Shiren, are going to raise an army to fight against the thieves!"
An old Confucian came over and hesitantly advised, "My lord... please think deeply."
Zuo Shiren was stunned, raised his head and sighed, his whole person became extremely frustrated for a moment. Thinking back to those days, he almost had the strength to stalemate with the King of Yuzhou. How could he know that he suddenly became like this.
"I won't write it down for now. Give them a break... Next time, I will punish them severely." Zuo Shiren staggered, holding on to the handle, and walked off the sentry tower.
After walking a few more steps, I suddenly felt sad again.
His inheritance and his dynasty seemed to have suddenly become out of reach. It was like an old sheep that was thrown on the chopping board. Two butchers picked up their knives and fought to chop it.
Thinking of the pain, Zuo Shiren let out a "wow" sound, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.