It's hard to seal a fool

General Ning is gone.

With just one sentence, Ning Rong's smile froze on his face, and he suddenly froze.

"Why, how is it possible? Isn't it fine during the day?" However, facing Qin Shou's expression, Ning Rong suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. "impossible."

Song Qingming had never seen Ning Rong like this before, he lost his former calmness and bliss, his lips moved and he couldn't speak, in a panic, he suddenly staggered up again, stumbled and rushed to the main tent.

"Ning Rong!" Song Qingming hurriedly chased after him, turned his head and patted Qin Shou, "Using the order of old general Ning to summon thirty generals in the army, and two more generals will be left in each battalion to guard, and discuss important matters in the tent."

When Song Qingming arrived, Ning Rong was kneeling and sitting in front of Old General Ning, with a calm expression, as if he was the same as before.The soldiers sent an order, including Song Qingming, thirty generals had arrived, surrounded by huge army tents, surrounded by shadows.

All this was too hasty, so that everyone felt a sense of unreality.

A good person, why suddenly disappeared.

"Preliminary conclusion is that it is a heartache attack, but I don't think it's that simple, it seems to be induced by some kind of medicine." Qin Shou held Ning Rong's hand, his palm was sweaty, cold and stiff. "I tried my best."

"Why do you say it was induced by drugs?" Song Qingming felt uncomfortable when he thought of Ning Buqing who was still studying abroad.

"It's just a suspicion. He has been taking medicine and acupuncture on time for the past few days. If there is no external stimulation, he won't get sick."

"Then go check it out." Song Qingming stretched out his hand to Ning Rong, "Would you like to go back to the tent and rest?"

Ning Rong shook his head, stood up, and stood in front of Old General Ning like a sculpture.

"Now we are fighting against the rebels, but the commander died of a sudden illness..." A general shook his head, "It's a bad start, I'm afraid those people outside who believe in the destiny will spread rumors."

Even though Song Qingming and the others were prepared, they never thought that this day would really come, and it would come so suddenly.

"Not to mention anything else, who should take over the military affairs?"

"If the enemy army learns about this, I'm afraid they should attack the camp as soon as possible."

"Among our group, General Zhuangwu has the oldest qualifications, why don't you come—"

"Yes, there is also General Zhuangwu."

General Zhuang Wu was taken aback when he heard the sound, and quickly retreated: "No, how can such a big matter be settled like this. I have no virtue and no merit, I really owe it."

"General Zhuangwu! Who else is there besides you?"

"Yes, yes, don't back down."

Ning Rong seemed to be unable to hear the commotion around him, and stood there quietly. Qin Shou looked at the group of generals and smiled inwardly. Liu Bei will give Xuzhou a third time. This kind of important matter must be delayed several times.

On the side, Deputy General Wang looked back and forth again, and suddenly said inappropriately: "Generals, I think General Yunhui is a suitable candidate."

All of a sudden, everyone turned their eyes to Song Qingming who was pretending to be transparent. He felt like a light on his back, wishing to use his eyes to cut the knife surnamed Wang.Retaliation is definitely the revenge of this sycophant.

"Go, you are a lieutenant general." A general said contemptuously.

"General Yunhui has made great military exploits, but he is a brat after all." The other general laughed loudly, "If I say this, you won't be angry, General Yunhui."

Song Qingming sighed, and glanced at Ning Rong who was still standing there stiffly.The bones of relatives are not yet cold, but a group of generals are fighting for power and profit here.It's just that Ning Rong always hides his emotions, so no one cares.

Song Qingming was about to open his mouth, when suddenly there was an urgent report from outside.

"Enemy attack - enemy attack -"

"Why is the enemy attacking at this time?" All the generals were shocked. "How can this be good!"

Ning Rong turned around in an instant, Qin Shou also raised his head tacitly, and when the eyes of the three met, they suddenly understood.

There are spies in the army, and Ning Changying's death is no accident.

Song Qingming and Ning Rong looked at each other, and Song Qingming understood the anticipation and determination hidden in their eyes.He turned his head and asked the first question: "About how many enemy troops are there, and where are they coming from?"

The scout came to report hurriedly: "The sky is too dark, there are about tens of thousands of people, it seems to be the group of Jin troops who are facing each other in the Mang Valley during the day! They sneaked in from the east under the cover, and have already broken through the defense line of the left battalion!"

"It's just a defeated general, the army's morale must be stable," General Zhuangwu laughed when he heard the sound, "There is nothing to be afraid of, the generals will follow me—"

"During the day, it is false to pretend to be defeated, but tonight's surprise attack is the real thing." Song Qingming grasped the handle of the knife and drew out the blade, "Attend [-] soldiers in the middle camp, follow me to defend against the enemy!"

"Yunhui you!"

"The will of the saint!" Ning Rong tore open the seam of his belt, took out the letterhead and shouted in a hoarse voice, "If something happens to Ning Changying, Song Qingming, the third-rank general Yunhui, will be appointed as the commander-in-chief of the army. There must be no mistakes!"

Everyone gasped, Song Qingming looked at Ning Rong, and understood where his confidence these days came from.

In the Hall of Qinzheng, there was even more noise. Zhao Jin paced in the hall. In the past few days, letters and papers have been flying all over the sky, and urgent reports from all over the place have been pouring in like snowflakes. There are very few people who can be trusted.Every time he made a decision, he felt as if he was facing an abyss, lest he make a mistake and be lost forever.

Song Qingming, can I trust you?

"I will live up to my trust," Song Qingming firmly agreed to Ning Rong.It was a veteran's last long-cherished wish to put down the rebellion in one battle.

The flames of the left battalion were soaring into the sky, and it could be seen from a distance of twenty or thirty li. The army marched too many people, and the soldiers were divided into three groups.

In the chaos of the left camp, the enemy's offensive was swift and fierce. Ji Liantian led the troops in red armor to charge and kill. The stacks of grain and grass were burning, and the heavy knives and carts were all destroyed. The [-] soldiers in the left camp were like headless chickens. Caught off guard.

"Arrange your troops! Don't panic!"

The general who stayed in the camp cursed himself that his time was not good, Ji Liantian captured the thief first and captured the king first, stabbed straight with a long spear, and fought with the general.Zuoying was severely beaten, so he recovered and assembled to defend against the enemy.

Ji Liantian raised the corners of his lips contemptuously, held his spear high, and the horn blared, and the Jin army began to fight and retreat.

"Baby bastard, I want to run away after beating!"

"Brothers, kill—it won't hurt to kill one, but kill two for me!"

As the battle reached its peak, a long arrow pierced the sky with a "swoosh", Ji Liantian dodged sharply, and the arrow passed by.He raised his head and faced the blood-soaked white robe.

"It's you."

Song Qingming came galloping on a big bay red horse, dancing with swords. "It's me, your grandfather!"

"The reinforcements from the Central Battalion are here! Brothers, rush—"

Zuo Ying cheered and shouted all of a sudden, and the fight had infinite strength again.The blade blocked the tip of the gun, and the tip of the needle pointed at the wheat light. Song Qingming jumped off the horse and wrestled with Ji Liantian.

Moved to play with the knife, Bai Hong frightened the dart to come with the gun, hit the gun body hard, stepped back to lift the blade, sealed and pulled back, holding the frame to kill the enemy, every move was full of killing intent on the battlefield.

"Ji Lian Tian in Hexi?" Song Qingming gritted his teeth and slashed down.

Ji Liantian hit the tiger's mouth with a long spear and was startled, and sneered with his strength, "General Yunhui Song Qingming."

The horn sounded again, Ji Liantian shot a vain shot, and his soldiers immediately stopped him and surrounded Song Qingming. Now that he succeeded in a surprise attack and wanted to escape, how could Song Qingming let him go? The ape arm draws the bow to lead the arrow. "Save my life for me!"

The arrow pierced the armor, Ji Liantian had just climbed onto the saddle, staggered on the horse and left.

"Within one month, your head will be taken!" Song Qingming clenched his bow and shouted angrily.

In the darkness, Ji Liantian was vaguely seen turning his head to the side, showing a contemptuous smile.

"General, did you hit the shot?" The soldiers who were expected to deal with it rushed forward.

"Can't die."

Song Qingming handed the bow and arrows to Wang Wang, looked back at Zuoying, black smoke billowed in the flames, the battalion was broken and wrecked, the ground was in a mess, corpses were bleeding everywhere, soldiers were stained with blood and exhausted, they all looked at him.

When Song Qingming returned to the main tent, it was almost dawn.

They made a coffin and wanted to send Old General Ning back to the capital, but they couldn't find Ning Rong everywhere.

"The Zuoying suffered heavy losses, with nearly ten thousand casualties, and now the morale is low, so I don't know what to do." The generals sat there and sighed, "What's more, the sage even let a young boy be the coach, it's really slippery. The great joke of the world."

"I think this world is really going to be dedicated to King Jin."

"Hey, you dare to say such things!"

"Generals, if you have the strength, why not think about how to catch spies in the army." General Zhuang Wu stood up, lifted the curtain and walked out, "It's really messed up."

He came out and faced Song Qingming.

"Your performance last night was remarkable, but I still say the same thing," General Zhuangwu said, "You are a good general, but you may not be handsome. Saint's move was hasty."

Song Qingming made a bow and said: "I am praised by you, but now the burden is heavy on my shoulders, so I have to do it."

"A word of advice to you, stabilize the morale of the army as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

Dawn was about to break, heavy fatigue weighed on his body, and he still couldn't sleep, Song Qingming returned to the tent, but saw Ning Rong sitting in the corner.

Speaking of it until now, Song Qingming still couldn't figure out why the saint and Ning Rong chose him.He considers himself to be a mighty hero, but how can he be responsible for the coach.If he can't do it, the [-] army now will be killed like the [-] vanguard army back then, how can he bear this blood debt.

Seeing him coming, Ning Rong moved and spit out hoarsely.

"That night, Qin Shou said that marching and fighting was too difficult. Second Uncle, as the commander, already has a heavy burden. If he fails to fight well, he may be stimulated to fall ill."

"Indeed." Song Qingming sat down beside him.

"So I thought, if I can find someone to lighten the burden on him, maybe he can finish the battle and go back in peace." His voice trembled a little. The capital is already here, and with Bu Qing, I can accompany him for more than ten years."

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be nurtured but the kiss doesn't wait."

"You are indeed the most suitable candidate in my eyes." Ning Rong turned his head and smiled wearily, "The saint thinks so too."

"What if I can't?"

Ning Rong looked at him deeply, and took out several fired military newspapers from his bosom.

Song Qingming suddenly realized something, he raised his hand to take it, and opened it hesitantly.The handwriting is thin and hard, and the brushwork is exposed. It is Zhao Xi's handwriting.

"August [-]th, Qian Ting diverted to Yinli Pass and asked for help."

"On the third day of September, the town of Mucheng fell, please help."

"On the eighth day of September, the city of Bo has fallen, please help."

"September [-]th, Hucheng has fallen, and Bacheng has fallen, urgently asking for help."

"..."

"September [-]rd, Yancheng is located in a dangerous place, and the plains will be unstoppable for thousands of miles. Strong walls and clear fields, I will defend the city to the death."

Swear to defend the city.

Song Qingming held these pieces of paper for a long time without making a sound. Although it was only a few short sentences, he spent a lot of time, so long that every word and every stroke was engraved in his heart.He looked outside the tent again, today is September [-]th.

In Yancheng, Zhao Xi stands alone with his sword in his hand, as if it is difficult to understand in the long night.

The galaxy turned in the sky, and at the distant horizon, a black pressure gradually filled and swallowed, and the ground shook slightly, and suddenly several meteors fell, the tail line pierced the sky, bright and magnificent.

Zhao Xi raised his hand, as if he was welcoming this grand scene, and also as if he was stepping into the end of fate.

"Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian."

"Swear to defend the city to the death...he doesn't intend to take half a step back." Song Qingming leaned his head against the pillar and bumped it up and down, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain in his heart. "Why can't we send military support, even 1 people!"

"Put out the fire with your salary, you know it well."

"It will take at least one month to detour to the rear of the rebels now, counting the time of hard fighting. But if the army rushes to support, it only takes seven days for the vanguard to arrive." Song Qingming murmured.

Entering Liang to support Zhao Xi is to face the sharpness of Wu and Jin head-on. Even if he wins, it will be a miserable victory, and if he loses, he will lose all games.

"I said," Ning Rong said with a light smile, "If you want to win this position, you can go wherever you want. I'm helping you."

hum-

Song Qingming closed his eyes, tinnitus sounded in his ears, and his thoughts were chaotic like swimming, almost suffocating.

In a haze, he saw the darkness spreading down the city. On the top of the city, Zhao Xi's back stood coldly in the chilling autumn wind, and he stretched out his hand, Zhao Xi turned around suddenly, drew his sword and slashed.

"Don't come, Qingming."

"Do not come."

Song Qingming stepped forward in a daze, letting the sword enter from in front of him, red blood oozing from his chest from the silver-white armor, he got closer and closer until the sword pierced through his body, he finally hugged Zhao Xi tightly, Thousands of miles across the long wind, lovesickness has no boundaries.

But he said, "I'm not coming, Zhao Xi."

I thought I would choose you without any hesitation between the righteousness of my family and the country and you.

But it turned out that I couldn't.

In the Hall of Qinzheng, the candles were still lit all night.

"Why does Your Majesty insist on using that Saburo from the Song family?" In the silence, the old eunuch brought tea, his voice hoarse, "This man is only in his early twenties, and he has a close relationship with the virtuous king, so there is no guarantee that he will not be caught up in personal affairs. "

Zhao Jin closed the playbook with a deep and cold voice. "Then I bet he won't."

If anyone in the world doesn't want Liang's land to fall, apart from him, Song Qingming is the only one.

But Zhao Jin bet that Song Qingming would choose between the overall situation and that person, betting that he would do everything for that person, just to save Liang Di in the shortest possible time.

For Zhao Xi, Song Qingming must win this battle.

The trumpet blared and the drums beat, and Song Qingming woke up with a start at the dawn.Zhao Xi went down to the top of the city with a sword in his hand, and Song Qingming walked out of the tent, wearing armor on his body, and with an invincible momentum, he gave orders to the three armies.

"Abandon the beam land, break up the camp and march into Cangzhou City!"

Behind him, Ning Rong smiled coldly.

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