Ever since Fan Zeng returned from his envoy mission to Han a year and a half ago, he had been holding a sigh of relief in his stomach.

After returning to Chu State, not many people dared to openly hate Fan Zeng.

But Fan Zeng also knew that there might be many people scolding him behind his back.

The pressure on me is increasing. I want to retire and return home, but I can't just leave.

I could only endure the humiliation and continue working, and finally waited for the opportunity.

He planned to take advantage of the autumn harvest of the Han Dynasty to send troops to attack and put the Han Dynasty into a crisis of food shortage.

In this case, even if the Han State can withstand this wave, it will be unable to attack for at least the next year.

It's just that Fan Zeng miscalculated, but he didn't expect that the king of Han was even more skilled.

Directly mobilize the troops, abandon the farming and send troops to attack the Chu State first.

However, Chu State was not fully prepared at this time and was caught off guard by Han State.

Fan Zeng was very aware of the strength between Han and Chu, so he promoted the grand strategy of the decisive battle in Pengcheng.

Because he knew very well that Chu State could never enter the rhythm of Han State. They could not afford to play, and they did not dare to play.

However, Fan Zeng miscalculated again. Although the King of Han was young, his behavior was like an old fox.

Every step can determine the lifeline of Chu State.

You want to have a decisive battle, and you want to use your comfortable posture to decide the outcome in Pengcheng.

The King of Han will not let you have your way.

The more than 300,000 troops assembled in the front are advancing slowly, holding back the nearly 140,000 main force you have assembled in Pengcheng. Wang Li and Han Xin are respectively ordered to quickly harvest from the north and the south, and implement a strategic siege of Pengcheng.

At this time, Fan Zeng had realized the seriousness of the problem, but he had no solution.

The main force used for the decisive battle has been dragged to death here, unable to move at all.

If you don't move, you can live a little longer, but if you move, you might be struck by the thunder of the Han army in the next moment.

It has been difficult to unify internal opinions, and Fan Zeng was also unable to argue. He could only pray for the Han army to come to a decisive battle as soon as possible.

But he miscalculated again, and the Han army did not come to fight you at all, and even stopped to look at you from a distance.

It wasn't until the last moment when he had to make a decision that Fan Zeng suggested that he be crowned king, disperse and flee, and look for another opportunity.

Although Xiang Liang was always in charge during this period, as a counselor, Fan Zeng was under greater pressure than Xiang Liang.

I was already holding my breath, but I continued to be unhappy for a year and a half, and then I was forced to flee Pengcheng.

Fan Zeng became more depressed the more he thought about it.

Even normal people who have suffered so many blows within a year and a half will probably have some physical problems, at least endocrine disorders.

Moreover, Fan Zeng is already over seventy years old, and his body cannot be compared with that of young people.

Before leaving Pengcheng, Fan Zeng already had some physical problems.

On the way out of Pengcheng, not only was the wind and sun exposed, but the march was also very fast.

After all, we are escaping, not playing, so there is no need to mention comfort.

What people, old people, fear most is tossing. It seems that nothing is wrong at first, but after tossing and tossing back and forth a few times, the body will gradually fail.

What's more, what about Fan Zeng, an old man who has already developed symptoms?

The previous march was a bit faster, which made Fan Zeng's condition a lot worse.

Today's march was faster, and Fan Zeng's symptoms became more and more obvious.

For a terminally ill old man, any slightest carelessness may be fatal.

"Fan Gong..."

"Father..."

Xiang Liang, Xiang Yu's uncle and nephew quickly came to Fan Zeng's car.

He looked sick, had no energy at all, and was accompanied by heavy breath.

More importantly, Fan Zeng stopped coughing!

"Here you come?" Although Fan Zeng's face still looks sick, he seems to be in much better spirits, and his condition is fine, making him look like he has a minor illness.

Seeing Fan Zeng in this state, Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts.

Who hasn’t seen a dead person?

Normal death, abnormal death.

This is nothing unusual.

When the soldiers and medical officers who cared for Fan Zeng found that Fan Zeng's condition suddenly improved and his condition suddenly alleviated, their hearts suddenly dropped.

He quickly asked someone to call Xiang Liang, especially the medical officer, who had more knowledge.

Fan Zeng's current performance is a typical flashback, which varies from person to person and at different times.

But he was also certain that Fan Zeng would definitely not be able to see the sun tomorrow. As for whether he could see the moon tonight, there might only be half a chance.

"Why are you crying?" Looking at the tears in the corners of Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu's eyes, Fan Zeng couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

"No! I'm not crying..." Xiang Liang quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, forcing himself not to cry.

"You brat, have you made your uncle unhappy again?" Fan Zeng looked at Xiang Yu with a smile and said, "Go get me some meat, and get some of your good wine to satisfy my craving!"

"No..." Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said that he was out of wine. He had finished all the wine last night.

But Xiang Liang next to him glared at him fiercely and scolded him: "Why don't you hurry up and get ready? Mr. Fan treats you like a son, and he can't bear to order you a drink?"

"Okay, let's get ready, kid!" Xiang Yu nodded repeatedly, and the moment he turned around, tears finally fell uncontrollably.

"Is everything agreed?" Seeing Xiang Yu turn around and leave, Fan Zeng asked in a low voice.

"We agreed, we'll leave tonight!" Xiang Liang nodded quickly.

"That's good. As long as you are willing to leave, there is still hope. The sacrifices of so many brothers are not in vain. It's just a pity for you..."

"Mr. Fan, what are you saying? Someone has to stay. Didn't you stay too?" Xiang Liang interrupted quickly.

"That's different. I guess it's just a matter of today and tomorrow. Although I died a very useless death, I'm much happier than you. At least I don't have to be hacked so many times, and at least there will be someone to bury me after I die!" Fan Zeng laughed!

He said.

Fan Zeng died of illness, which is considered to be the end of his life, and he lived for more than seventy years. He has not suffered any losses in his life. Although he has a lot of dissatisfaction, he has made it to this point, so what else does he have to complain about?

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On the other side, Xiang Yu searched the military camp but could not find a drop of wine.

The impatient Xiang Yu wanted to beat him up, but then he heard his subordinates say: "General, Mr. Fan doesn't know that there is no alcohol in the army. I asked you to find some wine. I guess he wanted to explain something to Lord Wu Xin.

Even if you carry a jar of water over here, Mr. Fan won't say it's not wine."

So Xiang Yu walked over carrying a bowl of cold porridge mixed with meat and a jar of cold water.

"Good wine!" After taking a bowl of cold water, Fan Zeng shouted "good wine!" and this made people even more heartbroken.

As night fell, Fan Zeng's good condition gradually left Fan Zeng, as if he would die in the next moment.

Fan Zeng leaned weakly on the grain bag of the carriage, looking around with half-open eyes and saying nothing. If he hadn't heard some breathing sounds from time to time, people around him would have thought that he had already passed away.

"Let's go...let's go..." Fan Zeng said weakly to Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu nodded with tears in his eyes, and stumbled away from the army without riding a horse, holding only his own sword.

Xiang Yu had just left the army less than a hundred steps away when he heard crying in the darkness.
Chapter completed!