Thousands of miles away, the battlefield of Xiangzhou.

Ten miles east of Xiangzhou City, the southern Chu and the northern expedition camp.

Prince Kang, dressed in gold armor, stood in front of the marching map in the Chinese army's tent. He had never expected that the battle in Xiangzhou would be so anxious and could not be attacked for a long time. Liu Yuan of the Western Jin Dynasty, both civil and military, offensive and defensive, is an extremely difficult opponent.

"Lord Qiqi."

"The quartermaster asks to see you."

Outside the big tent, a bulletin suddenly came, breaking some of the silence in the big tent.

"Yes."

Prince Kang looked back and instructed the soldiers outside the tent.

"Mark Wang Hou, see Wang Ye."

Walking into the big tent of the Chinese army, the quartermaster hurriedly bowed and saluted with his fists.

"No need to be polite."

"What is the important thing to come here here?"

Prince Kang sat down on the throne, looked at Wang Hou and asked.

"Lord Qiqi, there is not much grain and grass left in the army."

"Originally, the grain and grass that should have been escorted into the camp yesterday are still missing."

"Mark the ...... worries in your heart"

Wang Hou's face was very ugly, he looked at Prince Kang who was sitting on the top, and said uneasily.

"Grain and grass haven't been delivered yet?"

When Prince Kang heard this, he suddenly got up and turned around in an instant. His eyes fixed on the marching map hanging in the large tent behind him.

"Recently, the weather has been very sunny and there has been no rain."

"I'm afraid ...... so"

Prince Kang groaned slightly, and began to plan for the worst in his heart. Grain and grass escort, if it is an hour late, it will be dealt with by military law. But now, it's a day too late.

"Report."

A long shout suddenly came from the mouths of the soldiers outside the tent.

"Lord Qi, escort officer Ma Ang asks to see."

"Let him in."

Prince Kang quickly turned around and shouted at the soldiers outside the tent.

"Plop."

As soon as he entered the tent, the escort officer Ma Ang had already knelt on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed. His armor was covered in blood. His body was scarred all over his body. At this time, there were several wounds on his body, which were gurgling and bleeding.

"Lord, woo."

"Mark ten thousand deaths, mark down sorry for the brothers of the whole army."

"I beg the prince, give the mark of the capital crime, and the mark before the military array."

Maang, who fell to his knees, trembled. The iron-blooded soldier in his thirties, at this time, couldn't stop crying.

"Crying and crying, what kind of system has it become?"

"What's going on, tell me in detail."

Prince Kang's eyes were fierce, and he reprimanded Ma Ang, who was kneeling on the ground. At this time, he was eager to know what happened during the escort of grain and grass. With such blood, obviously, I am afraid that I will experience a very tragic battle.

Ma Ang stretched out his hand to wipe it casually, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his face was a little hideous, and he said with a little sadness.

"The mark is ordered to be responsible for escorting grain and grass."

"All the way, it was quite peaceful."

"But when the team passed through the Heavenly Gate, it was suddenly ambushed by the Western Jin Dynasty army."

"Fight hard under the mark, but it's ......"

Maang did not finish, but the outcome of the battle was already self-evident.

"The army of the Western Jin Dynasty, how many soldiers and horses are there in total?"

Prince Kang's face was gloomy and he asked him sharply.

"At least five thousand soldiers."

When Maang heard this, he answered truthfully. The escort soldiers and a group of escort people, a total of more than 20,000 people. However, it was defeated by the army of the Western Jin Dynasty in a very short time, with 5,000 soldiers and horses, I am afraid that it is only a lot more.

"Hahahaha."

When Prince Kang heard this, he burst out laughing. His face was slightly calm, and he couldn't tell the difference between joy and anger. Turning around slowly, his gaze was firmly fixed on the marching map, Jiangling, these two words.

"I see."

Although Prince Kang's face was a little calm, in his heart, he was already angry. The 5,000-strong army drove straight in, penetrated deep into the hinterland of Southern Chu, and set up an ambush at Tianmen in advance.

The army left behind in Gangneung didn't know anything?

The time and route of escorting grain and grass are exactly the same, the army of the Western Jin Dynasty, the prophet is unknown?

Who is leaking military secrets?

Who is secretly colluding with the defenders of Gangneung, collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country?

Who is the person who set up this situation, disregarding the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers of the Northern Expedition, and wants to kill him?

"Huh."

Prince Kang laughed miserably, and already had the answer in his heart. Such a handiwork, I am afraid that it came from the hands of the cold-blooded imperial brother on the throne.

Once upon a time, Prince Kang still retained some blood affection for him in his heart. At this time, he was already disheartened and full of disappointment.

For more than ten years, the high Southern Chu Emperor Throne, he has had countless opportunities, and he has them at his fingertips. Just because, he couldn't bear the fratricidal brothers, and he couldn't bear the turmoil in the Southern Chu court, he calmly gave up the tempting throne. It is like a needle of the sea god, silently guarding the Sun family and silently guarding the rivers and mountains of Nanchu.

Nanchu is in your hands, is it good or bad?

At this time, Prince Kang did not show too much regret. All the results are caused by his own choices. At this point, it is useless to blame him.

"How many days are left in the army?"

Prince Kang came back to his senses and asked the quartermaster, who was already drenched in a cold sweat at this time.

"Seven days at most."

Wang Hou pondered for a moment and replied in a deep voice. Seven days, I am afraid that it also needs to go through some careful calculation, diligence and thrift.

"Hmm."

"The king knows."

Prince Kang nodded, at a loss. Nanchu has just experienced the rainy season in midsummer, although this year's flood is not obvious, but the people's homes, there is not much surplus food.

Now the army of the Northern Expedition is simply embattled.

There is no food in the army, there are jackals in front and tigers and leopards in the back, which is a dilemma.

"You stand down first, this king needs to be quiet."

Prince Kang's face was a little helpless, and he waved his hand lightly.

"Lord Wang."

"If necessary, you can behead Wang."

Quartermaster Wang Hou did not leave in a hurry, he took two steps forward, bowed down and clenched his fists and said.

"Nonsense."

"Do you think that this king is that I would rather bear people than others should bear me! Hypocritical and cold-blooded Mengde? ”

"Besides, even if I kill you, what's the use?"

"Can your head be turned into food and grass out of thin air?"

"Get out of here."

Prince Kang suddenly smiled. He was very pleased with such a loyal man. It's just, useless.

"You also step down and go to heal your injuries first."

"I don't blame you for this."

Prince Kang looked at Ma Ang, who was injured, and commanded.

"I beg the prince, cut the mark."

"It's really hard to mark my heart."

Seeing that the prince did not blame him, Ma Ang was even more uncomfortable and buried his head in tears.

"Stand down."

Prince Kang suddenly shouted, his eyes were extremely sharp.

"Mark and command."

Seeing that Prince Kang was angry, the two had no choice but to retreat and leave the Chinese army's tent.

"Hey."

Inside the tent, a little tranquility was restored. Prince Kang's eyes looked at the marching map, and his figure showed a bit of loneliness and loneliness.

*

In the city of Xiangzhou, the prefect's yamen.

Liu Yuan, who was dressed in brocade clothes and jade belt, was quite chic. At this moment, he was crouching in front of the desk and painting. On the picture scroll, the soldiers and horses of the two armies are fighting, and the battle situation is extremely tragic, which makes people feel like they are on the battlefield.

"General Liu, be really both civil and military."

Beside him, a man dressed in black said with a little compliment.

"Awards, awards."

"Graffiti is not worth mentioning."

Liu Yuan put down the paintbrush in his hand, picked up the seal on the table, and stamped it on it.

"General Qiyu."

"Wang Shizhen, the guard of Wancheng, I want to see you."

Outside the door, the guards spoke loudly and reached his ears.

"Oh?"

"General Wang is returning at this time, I'm afraid that he has already succeeded."

Liu Yuan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, slightly excited, and said to the man in black beside him.

"It must be so."

The man in black was wearing a black scarf, and he couldn't see the expression on his face. But in the corner of his eye, there was a cold light.

"General Qiyu."

"Wang Shizhen's trip is fortunate not to be dishonored."

"The grain and grass escorted by Nanchu are all in the pocket of our army."

Wang Shizhen, who came from the entrance, bowed down and clenched his fists and said loudly to Liu Yuan.

"Good, good."

"In this battle, you should be the first to take the lead."

"When the war is over, Ben will personally ask the Queen Mother for you."

Liu Yuan walked forward quickly and patted Wang Shizhen on the shoulder. His face was full of excitement, and he did not hesitate to praise him.

"General Liu, now that the army of Southern Chu has run out of military rations, I am afraid that the camp will be withdrawn in the near future."

At this time, it is the time to go out of the city to fight a decisive battle. The two armies flanked the front and back, and they completed their efforts in one battle, and they were sure to win the battle in one fell swoop. ”

"Taking the head of the god of the Southern Chu Army, General Liu's prestige will surely shock the world again and will be recorded in the history books."

The man in black took two steps forward, a little excited, and said to Liu Yuan with a fist.

"As it should be."

Liu Yuan pondered for a moment and made the same decision.

Seeing that Liu Yuan agreed to go out of the city to fight, the man in black behind him was slightly relieved.

Victory is in sight, and it can always be distracting.

The army of the Western Jin Dynasty left Xiangzhou City, and if it wants to come back, I am afraid it will be even more difficult.

"Huh."

There was a sneer in the heart of the man in black and gave it to Liu Yuan.

*

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the Southern Chu Palace is preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. The eunuchs and maids around the palace are all extremely busy.

This year, as in previous years, the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet was held as scheduled, drinking and admiring the moon and rewarding the ministers.

In the city of Lin'an, there was laughter and laughter everywhere.

*

A white carrier pigeon took off in the city of Xiangzhou and spread its wings and rushed into the blue sky.

Where the pigeon's feet are clawed, a red lacquered bamboo tube is tied. Inside the bamboo tube, the secret report contains.

"On August 30, several armies jointly encircled and suppressed the Western Jin army, and the Western Jin army was defeated. Liu Yuan, the chief soldier of Luoyang, only had a thousand people around him to guard him, and fled in embarrassment. ”

"On August 20, the army entered the city of Xiangzhou, and Xiangzhou was recovered."

"August 15......"

When the army of Southern Chu and the Northern Expedition ran out of food and retreated to the Yangtze River, it was attacked by the Western Jin Dynasty army.

After that, fight to the death......

The defenders of Jinling were defeated, and the vanguard black battalion fought to the last man, and then the whole army was destroyed.

Prince Kang......

He drew his sword and killed himself and died on the north bank of the Yangtze River.

I'd rather die than cross the Yangtze River.

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes......