Since a year and a half ago, when Fan Zeng led a group to return from the Han Kingdom, he had been holding his breath in his stomach.

And after returning to the Chu State, although there are not many people who dare to hate Fan Zeng openly.

But Fan Zeng also knew that there might be many people scolding him behind his back.

The pressure on my body is getting bigger and bigger, and I want to return to my hometown, but I can't just leave.

I can only endure the humiliation and continue to work, and finally wait for the opportunity.

planned to take advantage of the autumn harvest of the Han Kingdom to send troops to attack, so that the Han Kingdom fell into a crisis of food shortage.

In this way, even if the Han State can withstand this wave, at least in the next year, the Han State will not be able to attack.

It's just that Fan Zeng miscalculated, but he didn't expect King Han to be even more skilled.

Directly mobilize troops, abandon Tuntian and send troops to attack Chu first.

And the state of Chu was not completely ready at this time, and was caught off guard by the state of Han.

Fan Zeng was very aware of the strength between Han and Chu, so he contributed to the grand strategy of the decisive battle of Pengcheng.

Because he knew very well that the State of Chu would never be able to enter the rhythm of the Han Kingdom, they could not afford to play it, and they did not dare to play.

However, Fan Zeng miscalculated again, although the King of Han was young, he behaved like an old fox.

Every step can be pinpointed to the lifeblood of the Chu State.

You want to fight it out, you want to use your comfortable position in Pengcheng to fight it out.

King Han won't let you get your way.

The frontal gathering of more than 300,000 troops advanced slowly, dragging down the nearly 140,000 main forces you had assembled in Pengcheng, and ordered Wang Li and Han Xin to quickly harvest one north and one south respectively, and implement a strategic encirclement of Pengcheng.

At this time, Fan Zeng had realized the seriousness of the problem, but he didn't have any solution.

The main force used for the decisive battle has been dragged to death here, and it is impossible to move at all.

If you don't move, you can still live a little longer, and if you do, maybe you will be hit by the thunder of the Han army in the next moment.

It has been difficult to unify internal opinions, and Fan Zeng is also difficult to argue, so he can only pray that the Han army will come to the decisive battle earlier.

But he miscalculated again, and the Han army didn't come to fight you at all, and even stopped to look at you from afar.

It was not until the end, when he had to make a decision, that Fan Zeng suggested that he be crowned king, disperse and flee, and look for another opportunity.

Although the principal has always been Xiang Liang during this time, as a strategist, the pressure on Fan Zeng is heavier than Xiang Liang.

was already holding his breath, and after a year and a half of unhappiness, he was forced to flee Pengcheng.

The more Fan Zeng thought about it, the more depressed he became.

Even normal people, who have suffered so many blows in a year and a half, I am afraid that there will be certain problems in the body, at least endocrine imbalance.

Moreover, Fan Zeng is already in his seventies, and his body cannot be compared with that of a young man.

Before he left Pengcheng, Fan Zeng already had some problems with his body.

And on the way to escape from Pengcheng, not to mention the wind and sun, the marching speed was very fast.

After all, it's an escape, not a play, and the comfort is naturally needless to mention.

People, the elderly, what they are most afraid of is tossing, they originally looked like they were fine, but after tossing back and forth a few times, this body gradually failed.

What's more, Fan Zeng, an old man who has already shown symptoms?

The speed of the previous march was faster, which made Fan Zeng's condition worsen a lot.

And today's march is faster, and Fan Zeng's symptoms are becoming more and more obvious.

For a terminally ill old man, any carelessness can be fatal.

"Fan Gong ......"

"Father ......"

Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu's uncle and nephew hurriedly came to Fan Zeng's car.

He looked sick, had no energy to speak of, and was accompanied by a heavy breath.

What's more, Fan Zeng didn't cough anymore!

"Coming?" Although Fan Zeng's face is still sickly, he seems to be in a much better spirit, and there is no problem with his state or anything, which makes people look like he has a minor illness.

Seeing Fan Zeng's state, Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts.

Who hasn't seen a dead man?

Death of natural causes, death of unnatural causes.

This is nothing unusual.

When the soldiers and medical officers who took care of Fan Zeng found that Fan Zeng's condition had suddenly improved and his condition had suddenly eased, his heart instantly became cold.

hurriedly asked people to call Xiang Liang, especially the medical officer, and he had more knowledge.

Fan Zeng's current performance is a typical return to light, and the time is different from person to person.

But he can also be sure that Fan Zeng will definitely not see the sun tomorrow, and as for whether he can see the moon tonight, maybe there is only half a chance.

"What are you crying about?" Looking at the tears in the corners of Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu's eyes, Fan Zeng couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

"Nope! Didn't cry...... Xiang Liang hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes and forced himself not to cry.

"Stinky boy upset your uncle again, didn't he?" Fan Zeng looked at Xiang Yu with a smile again, and said, "Go get some meat for the old man, and get some of your good wine, so that the old man can satisfy his hunger!" ”

"No ......" Xiang Yu was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to say that there was no wine, and the wine was all drunk last night.

But Xiang Liang beside him glared at him fiercely and reprimanded: "Why don't you go and prepare?" Fan Gong treats you like a child, and he can't be reluctant to ask you to order wine? ”

"Okay, boy, let's get ready!" Xiang Yu nodded again and again, and the moment he turned around, the tears finally slipped down uncontrollably.

"All right?" Seeing Xiang Yu turn around and leave, Fan Zeng asked in a low voice.

"Okay, let's leave tonight!" Xiang Liang nodded hurriedly.

"That's good, as long as you are willing to go, there is still hope, and it is not in vain for the efforts of so many brothers, but it is a pity that you ......"

"Fan Gong, what are you talking about, someone has to stay, didn't you stay too?" Xiang Liang hurriedly interrupted.

"That's different, the old man estimates that it will be two days of work today and tomorrow, although he is very dead, but he is much happier than you, at least he doesn't have to be cut so many knives, at least he will be buried if he dies!" Fan Zeng said with a smile.

Fan Zeng died of illness, which can be regarded as the end of his life, and he lived for more than seventy years, and he is not a loss in this life, although there are many dissatisfactions, but he can come to this point, what else does he have to complain about?

On the other side, Xiang Yu rummaged through the barracks and did not find a drop of wine.

Xiang Yu, who was impatient, wanted to beat people up in a rage, but then he heard his subordinates say: "General, how can Fan Gong not know that there is no alcohol in the army for a long time?" Let you look for wine, I guess you want to explain something to Wu Xinjun, you are carrying a jar of water now, and Fan Gong will not say that this is not wine. ”

So, Xiang Yu walked over with a bowl of porridge mixed with meat and no temperature, as well as a jar of cold water.

"Good wine!" With a bowl of cold water, Fan Zeng really shouted good wine, and this made people even more heartbroken.

As night fell, Fan Zeng had gradually left his good state, as if he would die in the next moment.

Fan Zeng leaned on the grain bag of the carriage very weakly, his eyes were half-open and he looked around, and he didn't speak, if he hadn't heard some breathing sounds from time to time, I was afraid that the people around him would have thought that he had gone.

"Let's go...... Let's go......" Fan Zeng said weakly to Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu nodded with tears, stumbled off the army on his feet, did not ride a horse, only held one of his own swords.

Xiang Yu had just left the army less than a hundred paces away when he heard a cry in the dark.

Wiping away his tears, he continued to walk forward......