In the praying hall of General Zhong, the faint fire was still shining. It was to make one wonder if he knew about this and returned in Gu Yun's dream, and what he would say to him.

Chang Geng tightened his hands and held Gu Yun in a posture similar to protective. For the first time, he had no dependence on his little yifu, no desire for his loved one. Instead, he seemed to cherish a young and fragile child.

In those days of his unrequited feelings, Chang Geng had imagined countless times that if he had been born ten or twenty years earlier, what would be the scenario between him and Gu Yun? Now, in the wet and cold frontline of Jiangbei, those ten years had shrunk to an inch, in which he crossed over by a step.

Unfortunately, even if on this side, he crossed over ten years within one night, it could not stop the Westerners' discreet scheme.

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That night, the messenger and the Pope completed their internal struggle, and ended with a brief victory for the messenger, reaching a consensus on launching a surprise attack on the Great Liang Navy.

The plan was scheduled for this gloomy evening, but before it could come into action, suddenly, news came from the watchtower that the Jiangbei defense line of Great Liang had been tightened and the alert level had been adjusted to the most serious and critical situation.

Master Ja quickly rushed into the main ship that was already full of power and ready to go: "Your Majesty! Gu Yun came too fast. Great Liang's Navy is obviously not only in its infancy. The opponent has increased their defense, if we fight fire with fire like this, it won't benefit our economy…"

Before he had finished, the messenger came in with an unsightly expression: "No one is allowed to change my plan!"

The messenger could represent the King and the aristocrats in the presence of the Holy See and the army, he must have had strong supporters behind him, a highly trusted and talented young master. He was arrogant and ambitious. A few days ago as he was bluffing, not putting the Great Liang army and the commander of the Black Iron Camp in his eyes, both outward and internally, it turned out, he already received this slap to the face not long after.

Not mentioning other things, the messenger's self-esteem would not find this acceptable.

The Pope was also anxious: "Please repress your personal feelings. War is not a matter of a joke or fighting to see who is better!"

The messenger turned red and argued roughly: "No one jokes about wars, Your Majesty! If the enemy is just bluffing, what can they possibly prove? This is precisely the best time for us to attack!"

Master Ja immediately asked, "What if it isn't a bluff?"