The cold wind swayed the lanterns and squeezed into the Golden Hall of the Imperial City. It was already night. The two rows of bronze lamp posts of beast sculptures shone brightly on the bedroom. They stood or knelt in front of the warm dragon bed, waiting for the weak old man on the bed to summon him.

"Ahem... I won't live long... I don't have to be so grand after my life... I will wipe out the enemies in Bazhou first..."

In the golden silk mattress, Wang Jian, who was looking at the top of the tent, was stammering his lips weakly, and he didn't dare to speak too much. His devastated face and wounds pulled the corners of his mouth. The amplitude was slightly larger, and it would inevitably be unbearable for pain.

"...I have been in the military life, and when I am about to win... I never expected to suffer such a disaster... The King Yong of Chang'an... I underestimated that there is such a thing in the army... You should be careful, remember to be careful!"

The old man turned his face slightly, with most of his burnt face, his eyes were blind, and the remaining ashes were shrouded in death, looking at the ministers in the court, Empress Zhou, Concubine Xu, and the eight sons kneeling in front of the bed, Wang Zongyan, the youngest, had been established as the crown prince by him. Even if he was no longer there, he could succeed in the throne. It was a pity that he could not continue to support his young son and take another step forward.

"You should support the young master well and not have any false thoughts. Those adopted sons outside will be allowed to enter Chengdu to pay their respects after I return to heaven... As for... those fleeing enemies, Zong Yan, after ascending the throne, will be wiped out immediately and get the things that suddenly burst out of the fire from them... Let the craftsmen follow the example... They must make it out, otherwise the other party will have them, but we don't... they will not be able to defeat them in the future..."

The seventeen-year-old prince Wang Zongyan, who was in front of the brothers, nodded repeatedly while wiping his tears. He was called to the bed. The old man said something weakly and asked him to get up and go to the back. With the help of the eunuch, he brought a scroll and unfolded it in front of the bed for the emperor to see.

It was a portrait of a man riding a horse and having a gun in a military uniform, with a wide forehead, a long eyebrow, and a terrifying look on the horse's back.

The old man on the bed looked at the portrait for a long time and was tranced. It was painted by the painter when he was young. It was also the thing that the old man loved the most and was often taken out to view.

"So wise...I can be regarded as a talented person..."

Before the royal family, the royal family had been a cake master in Wuyang, Xuzhou for generations. In the peaceful world, they could only barely get enough food and clothing. When they encountered unknown government orders, they were even more bullied and survived with difficulty. When they were young, they hated the skills they passed down from their ancestors and started killing cattle, stealing donkeys, and selling private salt. Later, they fled to Wudang Mountain for crimes, and after being guided by experts, they were sent to Zhongwu Army, becoming a lieutenant, and overcame Gao Xianzhi.

Later, Huang Chao conquered Chang'an in chaos, and followed the trend and took advantage of the east wind to become one of the eight capitals of Zhongwu. In the first year of Guangqi, Emperor Xizong returned to Chang'an, and he became the commander of the Shence Army. At that time, he had met the King Yong and the Minister of Justice, and had seen him summoned by the emperor from afar.

Things in the world are impermanent, and destiny is waiting for heroes.

One became King Yong of Liang, and the other was the emperor in Shu. He took the fate and fate again, but it was a war. However, he had his last journey in this war.

The road has come to an end, but there are also sons and civil and military officials of Shu who are loyal to him. He can build the foundation of Shu for his children and grandchildren from a rogue person. The starting point is always higher than others and can continue.

In the solemn hall, breathing could be heard quietly. Wang Zongyan held the portrait for a long time, his arms trembled slightly. The old man on the bed did not open his mouth to let him go, so he could not let go. The night outside was dark, and the sensible eunuch had already prepared everything that he needed to do for funerals, and knelt outside the hall gate and waited.

"What I said...you must remember it carefully...it is my last sage."

"Turn out foreign enemies, rest and rest, get what the enemy has, and attack my hatred!"

In the bright bedroom, the old man said softly, his voice echoed clearly. When he heard everyone responding respectfully, he swallowed with satisfaction and nodded his head. He looked at the portrait in front of him with a muddy gaze. Half of his destruction was destroyed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a low and weak voice spread.

"I've been ups and downs in my life, and I'm so strong!"

‘Hahaha…’

The slightly opened corners of his mouth seemed to be no longer painful. Wang Jian looked at the portrait of the handsome and extraordinary young man, his lips opened and his laughter suddenly rose.

"Hahaha--"

"It's strong!!"

The laughter echoed the hall, and then paused. The striking figures who had been fighting for life were on the bed. Everyone knelt down and died. The seventeen-year-old prince Wang Zongyan was surrounded by everyone and started to organize the emperor's funeral. He put on mourning clothes, tied up his straps, looked at the white banners rising in the palace, and after this night, he held authority.

The wind blew through the night, and the drizzling rain line fell to the south of Bazhou.

The spring rain hangs in the drowsy sky, and there is no intention of stopping for two days.

Today is the third day of January. It has been many days since the war in the southern suburbs of Bazhou. On the battlefield, there are still many remains of corpses that are not buried, swollen and smelly.

Occasionally, a passing knight looked at the mud and the corpses among the weeds, rode his horse away, hurried away, hid in the nearby forest, patted the rain stains on his body, and led the horse in. There was a low voice in the depths of the chaotic forest. When he heard the horse's hooves and the steps of people, more than ten people over there turned their heads and looked, and some of them took out half a cake and threw it to the person who came.

“What’s going on outside?”

"The brothers who have not been separated have returned, as they said before, may have fled north with the two recruits."

"Now, what should we do next?"

"If you can't find the main force, then go north to escort the prince back to Chang'an."

The rain fell along the tip of the leaves and fell on the rough face. Zhao Biao wiped the water stains on his face, chewed a bite of the cake, and drooled again. Perhaps the water bag was gone, so he reached out to take a rainwater and held it in his mouth, moistening his throat.

In a fight that day, more than 30,000 people retaliated for the chaos of the Shu army. That was 100,000 people, which was simply a waste. As the people around King Yong, their first priority was to protect Geng Nian. He fired two cannons on the mountain and rushed down the mountain. At that time, the entire battlefield was already in chaos and there was no way to tell who was who. Fortunately, when he saw the guard with high martial arts skills jumping up, he found the right direction, advanced through the battle, and responded to the prince.

However, the repeated changes in the battlefield caught people off guard. The chaotic fight then turned into a melee that lasted for dozens of miles. At night, the outbreak of movement could be seen everywhere. After the emperor evacuated, the Shu army also reorganized and counterattacked. The number of 100,000 was lost, even if the number of people was lost in the melee, the number of people was ultimately advantageous.

Zhao Biao and others escorted Geng Nian while fighting and retreating. On the way, many people were separated, either dead or moved with other teams. After a few days, everyone ran back and destroyed all the iron cannons left on the mountain, hid in nearby forests, to see if their soldiers would come over, and to bury the soldiers who died here in the forest, so as not to expose the bodies in the wilderness.

"It's a pity that the prince was in a cold and could not be dragged down. He got a doctor nearby to see him for treatment."

Zhao Biao took a sip of rain water. A subordinate from there threw a water bag at this time, causing him to take it in his hand and look at it. He glared hard, put it in his arms and turned around and walked deeper into the depths.

Stepping on the mud surface, the small hole that could only accommodate two people was bright from the bonfire. Geng Nian's mouth was a little blue, leaning against Jiuyu's arms, the fire was still shivering coldly.

"Criminal, give it to me! I have put it in my arms and I can drink it."

The handed water bag was taken by Jiuyu. After testing the water temperature, he fed it to Geng Nian's mouth and chuckled: "A body that has been spoiled, after this time, it will be difficult to get sick in the future."

Geng Nian's face turned pale, and after taking a sip of water, he just smiled.

"I just feel embarrassed to my father...Uncle Gu, do you think I can go back this time?"

"Your father should know what's going on here at this time and will do anything. Li Siyuan and Shi Jingtang dare not throw you here, so he probably retreated to a safe place to rectify his troops."

Jiuyu is not good at military and government affairs. After years of looking at people, his understanding of these people is still accurate. "Don't forget, we still have a soldier? Wang Jian, the old man, lost without even keeping us. Once the troops from Longzhou move south, he will not have a good life..."

Jiuyu thought for a while, said 'um', and laughed, "I'm afraid this time it's not much better."

Not long after, Wang Jian died in Chengdu, and news of Prince Wang Zongyan's succession came. The first report that the seventeen-year-old prince who ascended the throne on the first day was not to expel and destroy the enemy army, but to speed up from Wang Zongbi, stationed in Jianzhou, north of Chengdu.

——Longyou horse stance 30,000 went south.
Chapter completed!