The struggle of the reborn prince

Now is the season of harvesting rapeseed, the farm is golden, and all kinds of machinery are busy rushing to harvest.In the field director's office, Zhao Cheng was not busy in the field as usual, but stared at a military newspaper published today on the table. The front page news was that the head of the military region was inspecting the Red Star Farm accompanied by the leaders of the logistics department. The news that this place is designated as a 'military non-staple food supply base, investing in the construction of a material distribution center', in the subtitled photo, several generals are talking and laughing happily, and half of his face is exposed in an inconspicuous place on the edge. easy to spot.

Zhao Cheng is more than 30 years old this year. He was transferred here a few years ago, and quickly managed this unit that was a headache for the chiefs in an orderly manner. Thousands of acres of sandy land were transformed into tons of grain fields, and a farm was built to process oil and grain. The factory, and a comprehensive shopping mall that solves the employment of military families, the farm has become a model unit with an annual profit of nearly [-] million yuan.He has made such a great contribution, it is normal for him to be featured in the newspaper, but he doesn't look happy at all.

"I have to leave again, I can't stay here anymore!" Zhao Cheng said to himself, he picked up the phone and dialed a three-digit number, and the call was connected quickly, "Hey, who are you looking for?" !" "No. [-], I'm a stab in the back, I've shown my face!" Zhao Cheng said in a low voice.

"Oh, get ready to evacuate immediately. I'll send someone to pick you up right away. Be careful!" The other party made arrangements immediately without any doubts.

"Yes!" Their conversation lasted less than ten seconds, and even today's most advanced monitoring equipment is impossible to determine his location in such a short period of time. After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he immediately put down the phone without even asking himself. Where is the next place to go.

"Pack up? Is there anything to pack? I'm ready to leave at any moment!" Zhao Cheng muttered with a wry smile. The office is his dormitory, and the suitcase under the bed contains all his belongings, all his property There are only a few military uniforms issued by the army, no wives, no children, and no housing. There are only a whole bookshelf full of books. If you browse by yourself, most of them are books about agriculture, and a few are history books.

Zhao Cheng is not afraid of death, because he has seen too many deaths. He used to have a happy family, parents who love him, and an elder brother who loves him. Everything has changed since he was admitted to the military academy.He majored in mechanical engineering, so it can be said that he has nothing to do with the combat army. When he was in the third grade, he was an intern in the army and participated in a Sanda competition. Because he practiced martial arts since childhood, he made it to the finals. His performance fell into the eyes of the chief who selected the special forces, and he was recruited into the special forces brigade.It was another three years of hard training that made him stand out. From then on, he stayed away from normal life, cut off contact with family, friends, and classmates, and used various means to destroy the last trace of him in this world.

As a master of special warfare, Zhao Cheng is active in various hot spots, assassinating terrorists who endanger our country's interests, eliminating traitors who surrender to the enemy, and cleaning up enemy agents who have sneaked into our country.The successful actions time and time again made the enemy hate Zhao Cheng to the bone and offered a reward for his life, but no one knew his appearance, only his code name---Dark Arrow, a foreign rescue operation accidentally let the opponent get His true face has been hidden in this farm since then, and he has never used any advanced communication facilities since then, and he has never appeared in the camera lens, hiding himself as deeply as an ostrich...

He doesn't take pictures, which doesn't mean that others don't have his photos. Now there are at least a hundred top killers from various countries searching for him around the world with his photos, looking for traces left by him, because his life is too valuable!Yesterday's newspapers have been sent to the hands of major organizations at the fastest speed, and passionate killers stimulated by money are gathering here from all corners of the world.

After the light-off signal blew, Zhao Cheng walked to the bed and took out a pistol from under the pillow, opened the safety, put the bullets on top and put it at hand, lay down on the bed with his clothes on, picked up a copy of "Song History" next to the pillow, and opened it casually. "In November of the first year of Jingkang (1126), Jin soldiers surrounded the capital for the second time until Zhang Bangchang's puppet regime was established in April of the second year of Jingkang, Song Huizong, Song Qinzong and Northern Song officials had always fantasized about retaining power through mediation at any cost." "On the 22nd of the first month of the second year of Jingkang, the two parties reached an agreement: (King of Jin) allowed Daozong (Song Huizong) to go north, and with the prince Kang Wang and the prime minister as pledges, they should pay tribute to the Song court artifacts; ) and Bianjing, there are two emperor concubines (princesses), four concubines and four concubines each, 500 court ladies, 500 female musicians, 3000 craftsmen of various colors, and silver silk every year 500 million horses of two big gold tributes; it was originally planned that one prince and one prime minister, and blood relatives of Hewai guards, should be dispatched at full speed, and would be returned after delivery; There will be no shortage of transfusions within a day." "If the number is not enough, one thousand ingots of gold will be granted to each of the emperor's concubine, five hundred ingots of gold will be granted to each of the concubines of the clan, two hundred ingots of gold will be granted to each of the clan concubines, and five hundred ingots of silver will be granted to each of the clan's wives. At noon on the seventh day of February, Marshals Nianhan and Wulibu of the Jin Army gathered tens of thousands of cavalrymen. Under strict surveillance, Song Huizong led his wives, concubines, sons-in-law, and maidservants out of the imperial city. After being identified and checked by the servants, the empresses, concubines, kings, and concubines all moved forward in cars and sedan chairs; .”

"Damn it, God is just a blind bird, his wife and children have been taken away by others, such a guy can also make him the emperor!" Zhao Cheng angrily threw the book on the table and cursed.

'Wow' The suddenly closed window was knocked open, a black shadow rushed in, the lights in the room went out immediately, two gunshots rang out, and there were more dead bodies on the ground, Zhao Cheng didn't turn on the light, and walked to the window, ready to start over again. When the curtains were drawn, a comet streaked across the night sky, and his body was exposed to the bright starlight. With a muffled 'pop', Zhao Cheng clearly felt a scorching bullet tear open his muscles, Broke the sternum and passed through his own heart.

"I'm finally dead. I don't know who got rich. The money is enough to buy ten farms like this..." Zhao Cheng smiled helplessly, with a stream of blood gushing from the corner of his mouth. The figure quickly swept across the wall, he raised his hand and fired a shot, the figure fell and disappeared into the darkness. At this moment, there was a roar in the air, a helicopter hovered in front of the building, and several ziplines were thrown down. A heavily armed man in black quickly slid down and rushed into the building, but Zhao Cheng's eyes had lost all energy, and he was still leaning on the window sill, holding a gun in his hand, and the unfinished "" Song History".

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"Who is crying? Am I dead? How could I hear crying?" Zhao Cheng woke up suddenly, but his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He tried his best but couldn't move his fingers. "My mother's day, I'm afraid the Second Highness will die. I've tried my best!" "Doctor Wang, is it really hopeless?" A woman sobbed, still holding on to her last hope.

Zhao Cheng heard clearly this time, what he heard just now was the crying of this woman, but he was even more confused, the voice was very unfamiliar, and he had never interacted with him before, so how could she cry for herself?Mother-in-law, imperial doctor, they are making a movie.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for your incompetence, the Second Highness has no pulse and is powerless to return to heaven!" Imperial Physician Wang knelt on the ground and cried. "Taer..." The empress looked up at the comet in the sky outside the window and let out a long howl. She passed out. The maid in the house hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and the doctor Wang hurriedly administered the needle. After a long time of busy work, the empress woke up. Concubine Zheng Although she is deeply loved by the emperor now, she only has one son and one daughter. Once she grows old, her son will be her future hope. This child was born less than one month old, and was judged by the imperial doctor to have injured the root cause. It is difficult to become an adult, but she herself She was cared for in every possible way and meticulously treated, and she finally grew to be seven years old. However, because she was watching lanterns in the newly completed Longfu Palace the day before yesterday, she was squeezed into the river by people. After being rescued, she did not wake up.

"Where is this place? Why is it wrong?" Zhao Cheng, who was left on the sidelines, felt uneasy when he heard the uproar and crying. Years of military life had made him develop the habit of always being vigilant. He tried to open his eyes, and the sight in front of him The scene still made him, a battle-hardened iron-blooded warrior, almost faint again. Why is his body so short? Those crying people don’t look like they’re acting, and their expressions really can’t be more real. Could it be that I’m also like those in the great god books? The pig's feet are 'worn'...

Zhao Cheng quickly calmed down from the shock, looked at his location, and saw the "Red Plum Picture" hanging on the wall in the middle. The Qiongzhi in the picture was still tall and straight, and the green calyx was still sticky and crisp.There is a large light red snake-patterned marble case near the window. There are several square inkstones on the case. There are lake pens inserted in several different shapes of pen holders. The tall bookshelves are full of books, some old and new. , all revealed elegance.Looking at the empress again, that is, the mother of my own body, although the pear blossoms are raining and her face is full of tears, she is still graceful and beautiful, maintaining a fresh and lonely charm.

"Tama!" The empress threw herself on Zhao Cheng again, caressing the 'corpse' and weeping bitterly. "Ahem..." Zhao Cheng's chest was squeezed violently, and a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck there was squeezed out from the corner of his mouth. "Tama, Taman!" Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes because of the pressure, he spit out his phlegm, and couldn't breathe.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness is awake!" A court lady saw Zhao Cheng's eyes, and hurriedly pulled her up and shouted loudly. "Returning to life!" Wang Taiyi has been a doctor for more than half his life, and this is the first time he has seen it. He reached out and grabbed Zhao Cheng's wrist without caring about the ceremony of the monarch and his ministers. It's..." The old man said excitedly with snot and tears streaming down his face, he felt that he had not lived in vain in this life, and finally witnessed a miracle.

At this moment, three people broke in. The leader wore a nine-beam crown and a yellow dragon robe. He was slender, with a fat face and lacquered eyes. , Two Taoist priests, one old and one young, came with him.

"Your Majesty!" In the chaos, someone finally noticed that the emperor had arrived, and everyone in the room immediately knelt down. "My concubine, Erlang has gone, you have to mourn and don't hurt yourself!" The emperor persuaded the empress to help her up. "Erlang is not dead, he has come back to life!" The empress said with tears of joy.

"Oh?!" The two Taoist priests behind the emperor exclaimed. They both took a step forward and looked at the couch. They happened to meet Zhao Cheng's eyes. Such a murderous intent?