Yan Guoxiang asked Xia Feng to stretch out his hand, but if this matter was really as simple as reaching out, why would he not want to.

He didn't lie, Yandong does not have an army, and the 3 million heavily armed and murderous infected people are not the army, but the citizens of Yandong who are flesh and blood and want to live.

Now, of course, the meaning of some things has completely changed.

He is not a merciful Lady or a great hero, but at the same time, he is not a cold-blooded ruler, a tyrant who treats human life like a pawn.

In the necessary moments, he can be a sinner for the ages, as was the case with the Victorian incident once along.

But if it was just to save Yan Guo from the oppression of Ursas, this reason was far from enough to move him.

....

Yan Guo will not take the initiative to start a war with Ursas no matter what, and the reason why Yan Guo asked Yan Dong to send 1 million troops to be placed in northern North China is to deter.

Da Yan wanted to use Yandong's influence to make Ursas rein in, and at the same time gave up the plan to expel the infected to the territory of Yan Country, Yan Guoxiang wanted to prove to Usas that Yandong and Yan Country were still one.

However, Xia Feng didn't want Ursas to have this kind of cognition, because it didn't do Yandong any good.

This practice is contrary to his usual style, some people can be intimidated, and some people must be killed, for those who must be killed, before doing it, the most taboo is to let the other party know their details and position, just like he once replaced the underground emperor in southern Victoria overnight, the Frido Chamber of Commerce.

Yes, in this matter, he came to Fengyang City just to go through the motions, in order to make Yanguo's expectations relative to Yandong completely dead.

This can't be blamed for his injustice, it's just that the goal is different.

At the same time, he also knew very well that the situation of Yanguo was not as bad as it was said at the meeting, and the border threat of Ursas had existed for several years, and this time Yan Guoxiang just wanted to use Yandong to seek the best solution.

After receiving his principled veto, Yan Guo still had his own means.

This includes, but is not limited to, admitting to keep safe as before, or activating the "secret weapon" that has been hidden for years.

.....

After returning to Yandong, Xia Feng's mood was actually not as "indifferent" as Yan Guoxiang said.

He didn't care about the threat of the Ursas Infected Clearing Team to the borders of the Yan Nation, but something else.

Since half a year ago, he has lost contact with Frost Star.

During this period, he had repeatedly purchased information about Ursas from Penguin Logistics at a high price, and the only thing he knew for sure was that the infected guerrillas where Froststar belonged had not been completely wiped out, and were still active in Ursus.

This proves that Froststar deliberately did not contact him.

Until half a month ago, the last information sent to him by Penguin Logistics was that the guerrillas of Frost Star had retreated to the snow-capped mountains north of Ursus.

At the same time, because the situation in Ursas is very complicated, Penguin Logistics has also stated that it will no longer accept intelligence missions about Usas, hoping to understand.

Afternoon.

It snowed heavily in the sky, and unlike the previous scattered snowflakes, this was the first heavy snow since the beginning of winter in Yandong.

After receiving another injection of Dr. Kane's new suppressive drug from Dr. Kane's hospital, Xia Feng returned to the governor's office in a stiff manner.

The sky outside was gray, and the light inside was a little dim.

Xia Feng curled up on the chair with empty eyes, and the book "Earth and Wind" was lying quietly on the table, and he had no intention of reading it again.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable cramping pain in his chest.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Hearing his cough, Xiaokong hurriedly walked into the office and asked worriedly.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Feng didn't answer, but gently covered his mouth and waved his hand at her, indicating that he was okay.

Sora closed the windows of his office tightly.

"My lord, it's a little cold in the room, I'll help you light a stove, wait, I'm just ready."

.....

After Xiaokong left, Xia Feng released his palm from the corner of his mouth, the palm was full of bright red blood, and his mouth was sweet and salty.

Dr. Kane's medication was effective against the diffusion of crystals, and the crystals in his neck had hardly deteriorated in recent times, but the failure of his organs seemed to have worsened.

Exhausted day by day, helpless.

The white power of the black and white twin can only heal the wounds caused by external forces, but selectively ignores the chronic destruction of the body by ore disease, which is really ridiculous and helpless.

In addition to the genes that distinguish the Elder Stone's genes from the Terra race, the inheritors also have a hard condition, and that is the infected.

Because only the infected can accept the source stone energy, and only by accepting the source stone energy can the power of the ancient stone be activated, in other words, if the white power cures his ore disease, it is equivalent to destroying the causal relationship.

It may sound cruel, but there's nothing unfair about it.

The more powerful they are, the more fragile they are, and now that they have gained enough power to cut off a city, there is nothing to say about the inevitable rapid death.

It's just that although the truth is like this, he still feels that it is a little too fast.

In front of outsiders, he has always been the governor of Yandong who is high and strategic, and in the eyes of the enemy, he is even more terrifying than the demon.

But now, no one can perceive the confusion, fear, unwillingness, and deep despair in the depths of his eyes.

Like a frail patient, Xia Feng curled up in his chair.

Gradually, he closed his eyes in an increasingly chaotic mind.

.....

Dreams, he seemed to have a dream.

The reason why he used it as if it was a dream was that he had some difficulty telling whether it was a dream or not.

Or, in other words, he couldn't tell which side was the dream and which side was the reality.

From a perspective that seems to have lost the time limit, he sees many people, some he knows, and some he doesn't.

For example, Frost Moon, such as General Grilling, such as Ah Guang, such as Meisha, in addition to people, there are some scenes that he has never seen before.

In a tower-like building, he writes something on a desk.

At the top of a mountain peak that reached into the sky, a young man with a sword in high spirits smiled at him and said something.

The panicked grassland, the herds of cattle and sheep, on the edge of a forest destroyed by some force, he seemed to say something to some child.

Until finally, above the clouds, he imprinted his palm with an intricately constructed instrument, and next to him, there were several golden stones, and in the surrounding crowd, there was a teenager gently tossing a silver coin.

These people and things are all chaotic, scene by scene, randomly played, looped.

Of all the chaotic sounds, there is only one empty sound that can be fully discerned.

"It's useless, you can't change anything."

.....

.....

At some point, Xia Feng opened his eyes in the office.

It was already completely dark outside, and you could vaguely see that the snow was still falling.

It was warm inside, and a small burning stove was placed very close to him.

Straightened up, the discomfort after suppressing the drug injection had basically disappeared, and Xia Feng's eyes gradually became sharp from hazy.

Glancing sideways, he glanced at the calendar on his desk.

It's the winter of 1095, and 1096 is less than a month away.

Stretching out his bloodstained palm, he crossed the Earth and the Wind on the table, and picked up the Shenyue Knife next to him.

"Xiaokong, help me call Lao Zhou over."

"Yes."

.....

A moment later, Zhou Liang, who was dressed in cotton clothes, stood in front of his desk.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

Xia Feng said in a calm voice.

"The relevant matters of Yandong are temporarily handed over to you and Ah Ling, and I will go out tomorrow."

Zhou Liang looked surprised.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal, I just want to go to Ursas and see if there's any snow there."