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Time flies. More than a month has passed since Xu Chengwei went to Yuanzhou to seek help. Linguan County was finally captured, and the 40,000 rebels, who had suffered losses along the way but grew stronger, reached the capital.

The Red Guards and the Hussars suffered heavy losses. There were less than 10,000 people in the army. Led by Red Eagle General Jiang Weiwei, this team of less than 10,000 people escorted the people of Linguan County who had no time to escape all the way back to the capital. Along the way, they were chased, persecuted and attacked by the rebels, and many frictions and conflicts occurred. When they arrived in the capital, the number of the Red Guards was less than 5,000.

The Red Guards entered the capital, and after the Beijing troops changed their guard, the rebels and the Beijing troops were in a standoff.

The Beijing Army needs to conserve its combat power to avoid unnecessary conflicts and wait for the Yuanzhou Red Guards to come to its rescue. The rebels have suffered heavy losses and need to recuperate and regroup.

In the capital, Bei Zhenting seized several medical clinics, and a large portion of the imperial palace's medicinal materials were transported out and concentrated in one location. Imperial physicians and civilian doctors who hadn't had time to flee worked overnight to treat the severely injured Red Guards and Hussars who had retreated back to the capital.

At the treatment area, the soldiers lying on the ground and sitting against the wall each wore an expression of pain. Some had broken arms and legs, their features contorted in pain as they howled. Some spoke hysterically, delirious, while others had blank, vacant eyes.

Bei Zhenting, dressed in military uniform, was walking among the cries of suffering.

The deafening wailing reminded him of the bloody incident ten years ago. Enduring the discomfort, Bei Zhenting quickened his pace. He searched for General Red Eagle, his only relative, Aunt Wei, among a group of blood-covered soldiers.

no……

no……

I looked at more than a dozen tents in a row, but didn't see Aunt Wei!

Bei Zhenting grabbed a Red Guard lieutenant general who was treating his wounds and roared, "Where is General Red Eagle?!"

The lieutenant general was so frightened that his face turned pale. He replied tremblingly and quickly, "On the way back to the capital, General Red Eagle led a small team in a surprise attack and killed four enemy lieutenants. After the enemy discovered us, they chased us all the way. We were ordered by the lieutenant general to leave first and escort the civilians back to the capital. General Red Eagle's life or death is unknown and he has lost contact. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

Bei Zhenting's eyes were bloodshot, he didn't believe that Aunt Wei would die!

Aunt Wei was the one who stood firmly by his side ten years ago. It was also Aunt Wei who found him in the countryside, where he was taken in by Mr. He! He didn't believe it! That powerful and iron-blooded Aunt Wei would die!

Aunt Wei won’t die... Aunt Wei will be fine... Bei Zhenting numbly threw the lieutenant general away and left through a group of soldiers lying on the ground wailing.

For several days in a row, the moon was stained with blood. The nights in Kyoto were particularly terrifying. The soldiers with missing limbs and seriously injured wailed miserably all night long.

Bei Zhenting sent several letters out of the city, but it took a full ten days before he received a reply. Of the twenty people who went out of the city to seek help, only Xu Chengwei survived. The Red Guards who came to rescue were ambushed near Yuanzhou and Jingzhou, and had been stranded at the border of Yuanzhou and Jingzhou for many days.

Luo Yao's whereabouts are still not found, Aunt Wei's life and death are unknown, Xu Chengwei's reinforcements have not arrived yet, there is no good news, and war is about to break out in the capital. The food in the capital will not last more than a month, and Bei Zhenting is in a state of panic.

After patrolling around the city wall, Bei Zhenting returned to the palace.

He rarely returned home these days. He was either in the military camp or in the Machinery Bureau. It had been a long time since he had returned to the palace.

When I pushed open the door of the East Wing, I didn't know if it was because the owner hadn't been home for many days and no one had cleaned it for many days, but there was a smell of dust in the East Wing.

Bei Zhenting walked through the curtains and around the screen to the bed, touching the quilt out of habit.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a roll of paper on the small table beside the bed.

letter?

Bei Zhenting picked up the finger-joint-sized paper roll in confusion and observed it. It was not a letter sent by the secret guard, and the texture of the paper was different.

When I opened it, I saw a line of small words written on the paper. The handwriting was a little sloppy but quite beautiful.

Could you please give me back my gold?

Luo Yao!

Bei Zhenting's heart was pounding faster and faster, his chest was getting hotter and hotter, and Bei Zhenting's eyes were red from the heat rising from his heart!

Holding the small note tightly in his hand, Bei Zhenting quickly left the East Wing and headed straight for the palace treasury.

No matter how fast he walked, it was not fast enough. The unbearable longing rushed out of his chest. Bei Zhenting started running, the evening breeze whistling in his ears, lifting his hair.

After prying open the door of the treasury, Bei Zhenting stood in front of a pile of gold, silver and treasures, panting, and the air he exhaled turned into various shapes in the cold air.

Bei Zhenting touched the three boxes of gold. The gold that Luo Yao used to smash his throne was found by the maid who was cleaning the mansion and had been put back into the box. Bei Zhenting touched the slightly dented gold, and he suddenly remembered that there was no address written on the note!

Yaoyao is so stupid! When I asked him for money when I ran out of money, he forgot to write his address!

Where would he be sent?!

There's no word from Zhejiang Province that Luo Yao has returned home! And with all this chaos and war, how are they supposed to get the gold out of the city?!

Bei Zhenting frowned.

Otherwise, send secret guards to send him directly to his hometown in Zhejiang Province!

That night, several secret guards who were busy in various places were recalled overnight. Looking at the three boxes of gold, they looked at each other with broken expressions.

The prince must be crazy. During the war, there are enemy ambushes in the mountains and roads leading out of the city. Although they can get out of the city safely by taking risks, asking them to carry three boxes of gold, cross mountains and rivers, and deliver it safely to Zhejiang Province is harder than climbing to the sky!

Is the boss just letting his imagination run wild without considering the actual feasibility?!

Secret Guard A: "I think the prince has already considered this, otherwise he wouldn't have directly called four people. The prince probably meant that three people would be responsible for each box of gold, and one person would be responsible for security..."

Secret Guards B, C, and D: Are you serious?

That night, Bei Zhenting released a flock of pigeons and sent a letter to Luo Mansion in Lin'an County, Zhejiang Province.

The war was tense, and knowing that Luo Yao was still alive, Bei Zhenting's mood became very good, and the corners of his mouth always subconsciously raised.

Several soldiers noticed the strangeness of General Zhenbei, Prince Yong'an.

Soldier A: "What's wrong with the prince? Could it be that he has gone mad because he couldn't find the princess..."

The soldiers trembled in fear. "You know what, the general's expression is really creepy..."

Two days later, after a routine inspection of the four city towers, Bei Zhenting stepped onto the Zhuchengmen Tower and looked at the densely packed rebels a few hundred meters away. After so many days, the rebels were still wailing everywhere. Seeing them being beaten like this in Linguan County, Bei Zhenting didn't know if it was because his mood had improved, but he felt that these 40,000 rebels were just some tired remnants after a long battle.

So what if they have a large number of people? If they dare to approach the capital, we will let them taste the power of explosives!

In a good mood, Bei Zhenting patted the shoulder of an unknown lieutenant general standing on the wall.

"Thanks for your hard work."

When the leader came to inspect, the nameless lieutenant general, who had carefully kept his presence low, stiffened all over, one shoulder slumping. His mind raced over whether he had violated military regulations and discipline in recent days. Terrified, he quickly declared his loyalty: "I will guard the gates carefully and report any problems immediately to the general!"

That afternoon, a disguised secret guard drove a donkey cart from a small village outside the city and set off on the official road heading south.

Under the straw pulled by the donkey cart were three boxes of gold sent by Yong'an Prince Beibei Zhenting to the princess, as well as some gold, silver and jewelry.

In the dense forest, several rebels who were hiding were confused. They had been guarding the city for so long, and except for a group of scouts who came to Yuanzhou to ask for reinforcements earlier, no one had left the city in more than a month.

What is this old man doing? Is he a refugee? He must be mentally ill. He didn't flee earlier or later, but only fled when the army was approaching. Could it be that he didn't know that the city of Linguan County in Jingzhou had been broken?

Rebel A: "Hey, do you want to kill him or not?"

Rebel B: "Nonsense! The higher-ups said we'll kill anyone who's still alive! Even the dead will be shot twice!"

Rebel A drew his bow and aimed at the old man. An arrow flew out, and the old man leaned forward slightly to avoid it. The two rebels exchanged glances, thinking the old man was driving unsteadily. They continued to draw their bows and aim, but suddenly, they felt a chill on their necks. Without a cry of pain, they were both killed.