Winnington woke up from his sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He had a dream.

I dreamed that Su Junyan led an endless army and approached the city.

It must be an illusion.

Thinking too much.

It's been a long time since I've had a good rest.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but want a drink.

Hidden under his desk was a bottle of Merlin that had been cellared for many years, and every time he was tired, he wanted to take a sip.

It can be regarded as learning from a certain former senior in the military department.

He hasn't come home yet.

He has been in the military department for more than half a month.

There are so many things that need to be dealt with by him.

But that's exactly what he wants.

Isn't he doing so many things and killing so many people because he is busy now?

Busy and good deeds, proving that he can still give a lot for this country.

He likes to give.

"Call Moros up. After a drink, Winnington felt better, and pressed a button at hand to let someone come up, he needed to hear some news.

Soon, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in. Winnington was gentle with his subordinates, "Do you need a drink?"

He shook the bottle of red wine, which was still more than half full, towards the subordinate.

The subordinate named Moros shook his head very stiffly and nervously.

But also, if people didn't understand it at first, now, more than two months have passed.

Every subject of the new Central Empire should know one thing, the power of the empire does not lie in the emperor in the palace who indulges in lust every day.

But in the military department, this young general.

"Well, then, is there any good news from the Northlands while I'm asleep?" Winnington had asked about the Northlands every three hours for the past three hours.

As the de facto ruler of the entire empire.

Su Junyan's old friend.

He even knew that just today, the final battle in the Northland had begun.

Who won?

"Well...... Shogun...... Not yet, exact news. The subordinate was a little frightened, not daring to look into Winnington's eyes.

Once upon a time, he was going to be called a general.

"How long have I slept?" asked Winnington again.

"Well...... Probably, five hours. Moros looked down at the floor.

Although Winnington was notoriously good-natured, how could a man who had come so far and hold the power of the entire empire before the age of thirty be too mild-mannered?

"Five hours. Winnington nodded, stood up, and opened the curtain behind him, looking out of the window was the Great Round Lake, one of the ten views of the Empire.

At this time, the long afternoon hangs over the lake, giving the sparkling water a golden sheen.

A few birds landed on the water, creating a ripple in a circle.

"Five hours ago, I got the news that there was a war over there, and now, five hours, you told me, there is no definite news......"

"Is it that the wind in the Northland is so strong that it blows all our people into the sea?"

"Sorry...... General, I will ......" Moros was a little scared, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, I don't mean to blame you, maybe it's really windy in the Northland, and we won't hear from it for a while. Winnington waved his hand generously and said, "Go down, and give me the answer I want in three hours, or I'll really start questioning...... The Empire's intelligence department is no longer used to such a point?"

"Yes. Moros withdrew as if he had been pardoned, and closed the door gently.

"Bad sign. Winnington remembered the dream he had had earlier.

Bad signs.

But dreams and reality are both opposites.

Isn't it?

As the old saying goes.

Maybe I'm too hungry, I should eat something, well, I should eat something.

Grilled sausage, or oyster fried rice?

Just as Winnington wondered if he should have something delicious to comfort his stomach, there was a knock on his door.

It's a very dramatic kind.

This kind of violentness made him frown.

"Bad sign. He muttered to himself again, "Come in." ”

The door opened, and Moros said with a worried expression, "My lord, something has happened. ”

"What's wrong?" Winnington lowered his eyelids, he bet he didn't want to hear the news.

"The gentleman has returned. Moros lowered his voice as low as he could.

"Where is he, take me. As soon as Wen Nington heard this, his tone became a little hurried.

Although, it's not the last news he wants to hear, but it's almost.

What a bad sign.

Ten minutes later, he met the man in the intensive care unit.

He lay on the bed, his whole body enveloped, revealing only a pair of eyes, half-open and half-closed.

It was like dying.

"His heart was hit by a powerful bullet, and along with his body, it shattered like broken porcelain, and God knows how he got back. The doctor who treated him praised the man's vitality in an exclamatory tone.

"Is he still conscious?" Winnington wondered.

"He's breaking his heart, not his brain, no problem, but you've got to hurry, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight." The doctor said with some dark humor.

"Thank you. Winnington thanked him politely, then walked up to the man, bowed his head, leaned in front of him, and said, "Hey, man, are you okay?"

The man's godless eyes blinked hard, and with his vocal cords, which I don't know if they had also been shattered, he let out a terrifying low voice like a roar: "What do you think?"

"Although you look like you're dying, you'd better tell me first, what's going on over there?" Winnington guessed a little, no, he didn't have to guess, seeing him like this, he already knew the result.

But he still wanted to confirm it himself.

"I failed. The man replied simply and crisply.

However, in that simplicity and simplicity, there is an incomparably heavy sense of powerlessness, fear, and inescapability.

Winnington had never seen him like this.

Usually, he is the only one who lets others do this.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know. The man's answer.

"You don't know?" Winnington thought ridiculous, he was dying, and he didn't know what was going on.

"I don't want to reminisce anymore, okay, let me sleep, or die. The man felt extremely tired, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt the oppression of death that followed him, "We ...... Provoked a group of monsters. ”

He said so subconsciously.

"I'll heal you. Winnington didn't want to hear it anymore.

The man didn't say thank you.

He closed his eyes.

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The first update. (To be continued.) )