Since the day before, when Shen Shizheng received the first urgent document from Sun Zhongshan when the army was pulling out of camp, the command post of the Chinese army was a little chaotic. In just two or three hours from Shenshi to Xushi, five or six pieces of military information were transmitted back from the west bank of the Heishui River, and the articles were full of bad news such as "the whereabouts of the main force of the left battalion are unknown", "it is rumored that Duan Xiu died in battle", "the enemy is coming rapidly, and the five divisions of Alegu are fine cavalry or more than 10,000". After the last document before nightfall clearly stated that "some defeated soldiers witnessed the black flags several times, or suspected that the big tent army of Blackwater City had arrived, and joined forces with the enemy of Alegu", there was no word from the west of the Heishui River for a whole night. Not to mention the military intelligence, there is not even half a piece of paper, and there is not even a herald who reports the news.

The battle situation in Heishui Hexi was unpredictable, and the two groups of sentinels who were sent to contact Sun Zhongshan in succession at night had no news, so Wen Mu and Wang Yi, who were in charge of coordinating the actions of various departments, were anxious to get angry, and ants on the hot pot were generally turning around in the military tent. Both of them stayed up all night, and before dawn, they would go in and out of the Military Affairs Department like a spindle painting lamp, and they consulted over and over again. The advance and retreat of the Zuo Battalion and Sun Zhongshan's department is the life and death of the army, and at this time, the two of them don't care about paying attention to what noble bearing, Confucian and elegant generals, slapping the table, smashing the pen, spitting on the inkstone, splashing the stars, and urging the Military Affairs Department to ask for news. The military affairs department is also suffering. At this time, the army was to the north, Sun Zhongshan's department was in the west, the two armies were actually separated by more than two hundred miles, and the Heishui River and a large grassland were separated in the middle. Wen Mu and Wang Yi were not unaware of this situation; However, the situation was pressing, and they couldn't listen to the arguments of the people below, so they opened their mouths to ask "where is Sun Zhongshan", and when they closed their mouths, they said, "How is the current situation in the left battalion", forcing several secretaries and officers of the Military Affairs Department to be anxious, kicking their butts with their heels, and sending people to the old camp in Luhe to contact and look for them on the west bank of the Heishui River......

After noon, Sun Zhongshan still had no news. This time, even Guo Biao couldn't sit still, and he didn't eat a bite of food when he was fighting at noon, so he called Wen Mu and Wang Yi, and without saying a word, splitting his head and covering his face was a scolding. Guo Biao has a generous temperament and treats people kindly, almost everyone in the whole army knows it, and he is always tepid with a smiling expression, which makes people feel cordial at first sight, not to mention Wang Yi and Wen Mu, even the personal soldiers and guards who follow him, and no one has ever seen him lose his temper like this. In front of everyone's eyes, a hereditary general of the fourth rank of the national prince, and a heavy general of the Weifu Zhan Shi Yanshan, did not dare to raise his head, did not dare to swing his legs, and did not dare to bend, and was severely reprimanded by him like two naughty children who did not do more; But no one dared to come up and say a good word for the two of them. In the end, Shang Cheng heard the news and hurriedly asked Bao Kan to come over to persuade Guo Biao to discuss military affairs.

When Guo Biao saw Shang Cheng, he was a little angry. Shang Cheng was not as anxious as him, pressing the blindfold in one hand, holding a piece of baked yellow steamed bun in the other, leaning over to look at a newspaper from behind, and said vaguely without raising his head: "The steamed bun is good, you can taste it too." ”

Guo Biao knew that Shang Cheng actually didn't have any important military affairs to discuss with him. Twenty miles to the north, Zheng Qi, who had opened the road, had already gained a foothold, and the news that came back half an hour ago showed that the camp of the army had begun to take shape, and was gradually strengthening the walled ditches and arrow towers; Zheng Qi also said that the camp was the enemy five miles away, and the camp tents blocked the road. This is also in line with Shang Cheng's prior opinion, as two years ago, the enemy still chooses to place the battlefield in this open field suitable for cavalry movement. Zheng Qi had already sent troops to fight once, but the enemy ignored it, and exchanged a few arrows on both sides of the wooden fence, and there were no casualties. Obviously, the enemy did not take Zheng Qi's temptation into account, and Mo Gan's 7,000 Tuqi people were well fed and drunk, waiting for the Zhao army to fight.

The army rushed fifty miles in two hours yesterday, but this morning it only walked less than thirty miles, and the army stopped when it should rest, and lit a fire when it should eat, except for a few rangers who took turns guarding the periphery, there was no difference between other weekdays. What especially impressed Guo Biao was that he and Wen Mu Wang Yi were behaving abnormally because they couldn't contact Sun Zhongshan, but Shang Cheng couldn't see any anxiety and sorrow. Sometimes he can't help but wonder, how old is this person, how many years has he been in the army, where did he learn his skills?

Of course, he also knew that Shang Cheng's calmness was only on the surface. Last night, Shang Cheng also didn't close his eyes all night, and in the middle of the night, the eye disease was committed again, and he still couldn't contain the pain after changing more than a dozen pieces of medicine in the morning, and when he marched in the morning, he saw Shang Cheng twice because he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, so that the palm joints holding the reins turned blue-gray.

In fact, Guo Biao didn't know that Shang Cheng not only had an eye disease, but also a headache that had not bothered him for more than a year was also a scab at this juncture. Just as he was talking to Guo Biao, it was as if someone was poking and pricking with a cluster of steel needles in his mind, and the pain that came one after another made his legs tremble a little, and his legs and stomach twitched and spasmed. He could only barely keep the pain from showing his face, and forcibly restrained his hands from trembling. The pain doesn't matter, he can still bear it; But the pain prevented him from fully concentrating on thinking about one by one, which he hated in particular! He wanted to knock his head open with a hammer and pull out the bad guy......

To Guo Biao's surprise, the first sentence Shang Cheng said had nothing to do with military affairs.

"The newspaper said that the prince had a chronic illness last month and fainted for three days before waking up." Shang Cheng handed the newspaper to Guo Biao and said, "What kind of disease does the prince have?" "When he entered Beijing last year, he saw a lot of people, and among them he was deeply impressed by the prince. This is probably because of the prince's surprising speech and demeanor at that time.

Guo Biao took a few glances at the newspaper, shook his head and said, "I don't know." It's probably a wind fever and brain fever. Indeed, he did not know much about it. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't dare to talk nonsense. After all, this is a matter of heaven, ordinary people can't hide, who will jump on it and cause trouble by themselves?

Shang Cheng just asked casually, not caring too much about what Guo Biao said. He put on another medicine sponge and said to Guo Biao: "I went to Beijing last winter to report on my work, and I met the prince. I don't think the prince's problem is the usual headache and brain fever," he put on his blindfold and pressed his thumb against his right temple, until the sudden pain passed, and then he said, "...... It is like heavy metal poisoning. "A few years ago, he read a translated novel, and he almost forgot the content of the story, and the article attached to the back of the novel was a little impressive. The article said that poisoning such as lead and mercury arsenic will have the same symptoms as the prince, such as twitching of the cheeks and eyelids, a dull face, keratin on the back of the hands, and muscle spasms......

The corners of Guo Biao's eyes couldn't help but jump. He glanced quickly inside the tent. Fortunately, there were only two of them in the makeshift tent; The soldiers outside the tent also thought that they were discussing important matters, and they were far away. He couldn't help but glance at Shang Cheng with a little dissatisfaction. This guy doesn't look at when this is, how can he still be interested in talking about these unspeakable things?

In fact, even Shang Cheng himself didn't know what he was talking about. He was fighting with all his might with the pain in his head. His mind is too chaotic, and he can't carefully analyze and calculate the affairs of military affairs, and he can't talk nonsense, so he can only casually talk to Guo Biao, what prince and what heavy metal poisoning, it is completely because he needs to find a topic to distract himself.

“…… I think the prince is a bit like arsenic poisoning. This thing doesn't necessarily have to be fed with a lot of doses, it is mixed into the daily diet in the slightest, and people can't stand it over time. I remember reading a Belgian biography of Napoleon in my early years, which clearly recorded the British practice at that time. It only took them a little over a year to use arsenic-containing wallpaper and carpets in Napoleon's bedroom......" Shang Cheng knocked his head and looked up in thought. "It seems like it's been more than a year and a long time, and I can't remember one by one, and then I poisoned Napoleon to death. But it looks like a natural death......"

Guo Biao stared at Shang Cheng dumbfounded. What Belgian Napoleon and what Eagle Country Bird Country, Guo Biao has never heard of it; He didn't know anything about business! The more he listened, the more he felt that the wrong way was wrong, and the more he listened, the more frightened he felt. Sky! Prince and poisoning, can these two things be put together? This kind of thing is talked about in the secret room for fear that the wall has ears, let alone in the barracks where people come and go? Does the blind man know what kind of turmoil he is saying now? Besides, what is the purpose of this blind man choosing to say such a thing to him for no reason at this time, and what kind of mind is he had?

In the panic and panic, Guo Biao suddenly thought of a possibility: Could it be that Shang Cheng was worried about the war and lost his mind?!