Now is the season of harvesting rapeseed, the farm field is full of gold, and all kinds of machinery are roaring and busy harvesting. The front-page news is that the head of the military region, accompanied by the leaders of the logistics department, inspected the Red Star Farm and designated it as 'the army's non-staple food supply base and invested in the construction of a material distribution center'.

Zhao Cheng is more than Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and he was transferred here a few years ago, and he quickly put this unit that was a headache for the leaders in an orderly manner, transforming thousands of acres of sandy land into tons of grain fields, building a feedlot, an oil grain processing plant, and a comprehensive shopping mall that solves the employment of the families of military personnel, and the farm has become a model unit with an annual profit of nearly 100 million yuan. He has made such a great contribution, and it is normal to be in the newspaper, but he is not happy at all.

"I have to leave again, I can't stay here any longer!" Zhao Cheng said to himself, he picked up the phone and dialed a number with only three digits, and the phone was quickly connected, "Hey, who are you looking for!" "One, I'm a dark arrow, I'm exposed!" Zhao Cheng said in a low voice.

"Oh, you prepare to evacuate immediately, I'll send someone to pick you up immediately, pay attention to safety!" The other party did not have any suspicion and immediately made arrangements.

"Yes!" Their talk lasted less than ten seconds, and even today's most advanced monitoring equipment could not determine his location in such a short period of time, Zhao Cheng immediately put down the phone after speaking, and did not even ask where he was going next.

"Packing up? What is there to pack, I am always ready to leave! Zhao Cheng muttered with a wry smile, the office is his dormitory, the suitcase under the bed contains all his belongings, all his property is only a few military uniforms issued by the army, no wife, no children, no housing, only a shelf 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 much death, he once had a happy home, parents who loved him, and his eldest brother who loved him, everything changed since he was admitted to the military academy. He majored in mechanical engineering, which can be said to be not compatible with the combat unit, and when he was in his third year, he went to the army for an internship and participated in a sanda competition, because he practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he actually reached the finals, and his performance fell into the eyes of the chief who selected the special combat team, and recruited him into the special forces brigade. Another three years of hard training made him stand out, and since then he has been far 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 China's interests, getting rid of traitors who defect to the enemy, and cleaning up enemy agents who have infiltrated China. Successful actions again and again, so that the enemy hated Zhao Cheng to the bone, and offered a reward to buy his life, but no one knew his appearance, only knew that his code name was --- Dark Arrow, a foreign rescue operation accidentally let the opponent get his true face, and since then he has been invisible to this farm, since then he does not use any advanced communication facilities, and never appears in the lens of the camera, hiding himself as deep as an ostrich...

He doesn't take pictures, it doesn't mean that others don't have his photos, and now at least hundreds of top killers from all over the world are searching for him with his photos, looking for the traces he left behind, because his life is too valuable! Yesterday's newspaper has been in the hands of the major organizations that have been transmitted at the fastest speed, and one after another the blood-boiling killers who have been stimulated by money are gathering here from all corners of the world.

The lights-out horn blew, Zhao Cheng walked to the side of the bed and took out a pistol from under the pillow, opened the insurance, put the bullet on the top and put it at hand, lay on the bed in a kimono, picked up a copy of "History of the Song Dynasty" placed on the pillow and opened it casually, "From the second siege of the capital by the Jin soldiers in November of the first year of Jingkang (1126) to the establishment of Zhang Bangchang's puppet regime in April of the second year of Jingkang, Song Huizong, Song Qinzong and Northern Song officials have always fantasized about retaining power through mediation at any cost. On the twenty-second day of the first month of the second year of Jingkang, the two sides reached an agreement: (Jin State) allowed Daozong (Song Huizong) to go north, and took the crown prince King Kang and the prime minister as hostages, and should pay tribute to the Song court utensils; In the south of the Yellow River (Yellow River) and Bianjing, there are two emperors (princesses), four Zongji and four clan concubines, 2,500 palace maids, 1,500 female musicians, 3,000 people of various crafts, and 5 million horses of silver and silk per year. Originally, there was one prince and one prime minister, and the blood of the vassals outside the river were sent at full speed, and they were returned after delivery; It was originally planned that 1 million ingots of gold and 5 million ingots of silver should be delivered within 10 days. "If it is not enough, the emperor and the princess will receive 1,000 gold ingots, Zongji will receive 500 gold ingots, the clan concubine will receive 200 gold ingots, the clan woman will receive 500 silver ingots, the clan woman will receive 200 silver ingots, and the noble relatives will have 100 silver ingots, and you will be left to the choice of the Shuai Fu." "At noon on the seventh day of the second month, under the strict supervision of tens of thousands of cavalry of the Marshal of the Jin Army, Song Huizong led his wife and concubines, sons-in-law, and female slaves and maids from the imperial city. **Below, the horseman carries a gallop on his back. ”,

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

'Wow' Suddenly the closed window was knocked open, a black shadow pounced in, the lights in the room went out immediately, two gunshots rang out, there were more dead bodies on the ground, Zhao Cheng did not turn on the light, walked to the window, and when he was about to re-close the curtains, a comet in the air crossed the night sky, his figure was exposed to the bright starlight, and with a muffled sound, Zhao Cheng clearly felt that a hot projectile tore open his muscles, broke his sternum, and passed through his heart.

"I'm finally dead, I don't know who got rich, and this money is enough to buy ten such farms..." Zhao Cheng smiled helplessly, a stream of blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth, he tried to look up at the window, a figure quickly swept over the wall, he raised his hand and fired a shot, the figure fell, disappeared into the darkness, at this time there was a roar in the air, a helicopter hovered in front of the building, a few ziplines were thrown down, several heavily armed people in black quickly slid down, rushed into the building, but Zhao Cheng's eyes were no longer bright, his body was still leaning on the windowsill, holding a gun in his hand, and the unfinished "History of the Song Dynasty" was thrown on the table.

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"Who is crying, am I not dead, how can I hear the cry?" Zhao Cheng woke up suddenly, but his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he tried his best but couldn't move his fingers. "Niangniang's Day mourning, I'm afraid that the Second Highness will not be able to do it, the old man has done his best!" "Imperial Physician Wang, is it really hopeless?" A woman sobbed, still clinging to the last glimmer of hope.

Zhao Cheng heard it clearly this time, what he heard just now was this woman's cry, but he was even more confused, this voice was very unfamiliar, he had never crossed paths with him, how could she cry for herself? It's also a mother, a doctor, they should be making a movie.

"Niangniang, forgive the old minister for being incompetent, His Royal Highness has no pulse, and he has no power to return to the sky!" Imperial Physician Wang knelt on the ground and cried. "Tatar..." Niangniang looked up at the comet in the air outside the window and howled, fainted, the maid in the house hurriedly stepped forward to support, the imperial physician hurriedly administered the needle, and after a period of busy work, the mother woke up, although Zheng Guifei is now deeply favored by the emperor, but also only got a son and a daughter, once the old and decrepit son is her hope in the future, the child was born less than a month, and was judged by the imperial doctor to be the root cause of the injury, it is difficult to become an adult, but he took care of himself in every possible way, carefully treated, and finally grew to seven years old, but because of the night before yesterday, Enjoying the lanterns in the newly completed Longfu Palace, he was squeezed into the river, and he did not wake up after being rescued, and finally died today.

"Where is this, what's wrong!" Zhao Cheng, who was left to dry, listened to the chaotic crying, his heart was uneasy, years of military life made him develop the habit of always being vigilant, he tried to open his eyes, the scene in front of him still made him, a battle-hardened Predator, almost faint again, why is his body so short, those crying people don't look like acting, their expressions really can't be more real, am I also like those pig's feet in the great god book 'wear'...

Zhao Cheng quickly calmed down from the shock and looked at where he was, only to see the "Red Plum Picture" hanging on the wall in the center, the Qiong branches on the picture were still upright, and the green calyx was still sticky. There is a large case of light red serpentine marble near the window, there are several square inkstones on the case, several different shapes of pen holders are inserted with lake pens, and the high bookshelves are full of books, there are new and old, a table and a few, all revealing elegance. Look at Niangniang, that is, the mother of her own body, although the pear blossoms bring rain and her face is full of tears, she is still Zhuang Yili and maintains a fresh and lonely rhyme.

"Tatar!" Niangniang pounced on Zhao Cheng again, stroking the 'corpse' and crying bitterly. "Ahem..." Zhao Cheng's chest was squeezed violently, and a mouthful of thick phlegm blocked there was squeezed out from the corner of his mouth. "Tatar, Tatar!" Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes when he was pressed, his phlegm was spit out, and he couldn't breathe.

"Niangniang, Your Highness is awake!" A palace maid saw Zhao Cheng's white eyes, and hurriedly pulled up the mother and shouted loudly. "Rise from the dead!" Doctor Wang has been a doctor for most of his life, and it is the first time he has seen it, and he stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Cheng's wrist without caring about the courtesy of the monarch and ministers, and finally touched the pulse after trembling for a long time, "Niangniang, Your Highness is really alive..." The old man said excitedly with snot and tears on his face, he felt that his life had not been in vain, and he had finally witnessed a miracle.

At this moment, three people broke in, the leader was wearing a nine-beam crown, wearing a yellow dragon robe, with a slender figure, a face like condensed fat, eyes like paint, and a handsome wind god, but his brows were tightly locked, as if he was worried about something, and he came with two Taoist priests, an old man and a young man.

"Your Majesty!" In the chaos, someone finally found out that the emperor had arrived, and everyone in the room knelt down in a blink of an eye. "Aifei, Erlang is gone, you have to mourn, don't hurt your body!" The emperor helped Niangniang and persuaded. "Erlang didn't die, he came back to life!" The mother cried with joy.

"Oh?!" The two Taoist priests behind the emperor exclaimed, they both stepped forward, looked at the couch, and happened to collide with Zhao Cheng's eyes, both of them were a spirit, how could this child have such a murderous aura?