The sky on a summer night is like a black curtain covering the earth, and the sky is full of stars hanging above the head, as if you can grab it with your hand.

Under the starry sky, the sound of armor, horse hooves, and footsteps were intertwined. A nightly marching was underway, and the destination was the plain fifty miles away.

Riding on the horse, I suddenly felt hot all over. Maybe it was a little hot at night in summer, and even this Taihang Mountain is no exception!

I was thinking this way, suddenly a breeze blew, and I suddenly had a cold war! The ghost weather in the mountains became cold and hot.

At this time, I felt itchy behind my ears, so I reached out and scratched them. It felt like a lump, probably bitten by a mosquito. I scratched them hard again, as if they were scratched, and a lot of water flowed out!

It's not a big deal in the marching, and I don't care much.

After a while, I felt soreness in my waist and back, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, sweating prone, and my whole body was itchy, especially when I touched my neck, it turned out to be full of hard blocks and chickenpox. I felt something was wrong.

"Wen Zhong, I feel uncomfortable, my whole body is painful and itchy, as if I have acne!" I whispered to Wen Zhong, who was riding side by side.

"Master, I have been enduring it for a long time. It's so itchy and I'm covered in chickenpox!" Wen Zhong said in a low voice.

"I'll ask Lu Renjie again, is there anyone on the Guifang who understands the art of plague?"

After a while, Lu Renjie rode over from the front of the team on a horse. After hearing Wen Zhong’s question, he said, “What the Grand Master said is that Yu Hualong’s fifth son is named Yu De, who specializes in this plague technique!”

Wen Zhong heard this and turned to me and said, "It turns out that Yu Hualong's son Yu De can do the trick of plague. It seems that when we use supper, the black wind and thick fog came by Yu De's method!"

"Now you and I feel very obvious. I guess the soldiers can't bear it anymore. How far are we from the foot of the mountain?" I continued to ask.

"It's just twenty miles!" Wen Zhong replied.

"Twenty miles away, it's hard for us to persevere in this situation. We ordered the soldiers to rest on the spot and make a fire while they still have some strength left to speed up the fire and set up the tent!"

"I guess the pimple will break out soon, and we will not have any strength at that time!"

I have not only heard Zhong talk about the acne rash, but also seen it in Chenjiazhuang, Luoyang with my own eyes.

By then, people will have low fever and fever, pimples all over their bodies, trash and pus, stench and stench, unconscious, and don’t even have the strength to save themselves. But this time, I didn’t even avoid it.

About half an hour later, the camp was set up. Wen Zhong came to report that soldiers had been unconscious. Most of them were already in a black and yellow face, covered in chickenpox, and some were vomiting and diarrhea, dying.

I didn't expect that the acne rash was so powerful and swept so fast. At this time, I suddenly remembered that Wen Zhong encountered acne rash and in Chenjiazhuang, Hu Sanji and the others helped him, and I also thought of the herb they mentioned, called Shengma.

Thinking of this, I turned around and said to Wen Zhong: "You go back to find Hu Sanji and let her come quickly to solve the acne."

Wen Zhong was about to speak, but I immediately reached out to interrupt: "This is a military order!"

Wen Zhong didn't say anything, turned around and escaped by the ground.

Actually, I also understand in my heart that when I went back in the middle of the night, everyone had to rest, and there were not so many ready-made goods for Shengma, and I had to go up the mountain to pick it the next day. Even if I use the escape technique and wait, it will be the next afternoon as soon as possible.

I will watch my soldiers suffer in pain for a day and a night. In fact, I also understand in my heart that many people will probably not be able to withstand it soon. But when I really have to face it, the kind of pressure I bear in my heart is incomparable.

The sky slowly dawned, and the scene in front of me was even more dilapidated.

The soldiers were lying in the camp tents, and the groans of illness were always in my ears. I took a few generals to endure the pain and looked at the nearby camp tents, and there was miserable everywhere.

By this time, there were more people in coma, almost a quarter of them.

In the evening, Wen Zhong came back, and with him were Hu Sanji, Hu Ximei, Yin Jiao, Deng Chanyu, Wen Liang, and Ma Shan. There were also twelve people I didn’t know, but they looked a bit like a ghost-like man, that is, European race.

I nodded to Wen Zhong. Just as I was about to go up to meet him, I suddenly felt the sky turn and fainted...

At this time, on the top of Wushan Mountain, Yu Hualong was leading his five sons to look down at the foot of the mountain.

Yu Da was anxious and said, "The Condor Heroes have reported it. They have already been defeated and left. Now that they stop halfway, it must be that the spell cast by the fifth brother must have had a spell. We take advantage of his illness and kill him and rush down the mountain to have fun!"

Yu De said with a smile: "Brother, I'm so anxious that I can't eat hot tofu. It's just now. After waiting for three or five days, they're all stink. Wouldn't we go and burn it again? Why bother to spend that effort now!"

"What's more, it's the peak period of acne rash. It's very troublesome for our people to get infected. The disease spreads very quickly."

When Yu Hualong saw these brothers clamoring, he spoke: "The soldiers are dead, and the reinforcements continue to go first and then. The head coach is dead. This battle is completely over."

"But I ask you brothers, who is the commander of the Shang army opposite now?"

"We have met all day long. Now we don't know the other party's commander, and the facts of the other party. You are just shouting here to fight and kill. What if it is a conspiracy?"

By the way, Yu Hualong was a little too cautious, but he couldn't blame him. He always lost more and won less when fighting against the Shang Dynasty for six hundred years. He had fought against the Shang Dynasty for more than 20 years in his life, and his overall record was not satisfactory. It was only in the past twenty years that the war had begun again, and he could not be careful.

Yu Hualong said nothing, but his sons stopped talking.

After a while, Yu Hualong continued, "Now is a good time for the army to cross Wushan. Yu Da, I sent me an order and everyone was ready to climb over the mountain. After crossing the mountain, they camped at the foot of the mountain and did not allow further progress!"

To be honest, Yu Hualong himself did not expect that the Shang army of the Shang Dynasty would be defeated so easily this time. He also thought that he would fight against each other for two or three days across the mountain! Maybe it was obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he always felt that there was a fraud in it.

The four sons accompanied him on the top of the mountain, and Yu Hualong said softly: "Who can go to the Shang Dynasty to find out who the head coach is this time? It is true that their acne rash is, so what about their real condition?"

This is the second son Yu Zhao who said, "Why do you have to worry about this? When our army passes Wushan, we will cultivate a little at the foot of the mountain. The two armies are twenty miles apart, which is basically a battle!"

"At that time, let the fifth brother burn the talisman to summon the gods. We will follow the Han Dynasty's great laws, fight against soldiers, generals, and generals, and fight against generals. We will first tentatively fight. Wouldn't we know who the commander is?"

"If you can beat us, you will fight. If we can't beat us on horseback, are we still worried that their legs will catch up?"

When Yu Hualong heard this, he sighed: "Hey——I have to do this!"

There were only a dozen miles of mountain roads, and it was not long before Gui Fangguo's vanguard had reached the top of the mountain.

Yu Hualong led his five sons and rushed straight down the hill with the army, disappearing under the afterglow of the sun...

By the time I woke up again, it was already late at night. Many people such as Wen Zhong, Su Hu, Lu Renjie, and the Hu sisters were sitting here. When I saw me awake, a sigh of relief sounded.

At this time, someone heard someone calling: "Wake up, wake up, the emperor is awake, come and get rice porridge!"

I raised my eyelids, and didn't want to move tiredly. I turned my eyes and looked at the group of people around me.

My eyes turned and turned back, and my eyes remained on the twelve red-haired and blue-eyed foreigners.

Yin Jiao seemed to see what I meant, so he pulled Deng Chanyu, and the two of them walked up and helped me up and sat on the bed, with a quilt stuffed behind him.

At this time, Deng Chanyu had already received the rice porridge from the soldiers outside and started feeding me spoonful at a time.

After taking a few bites, I felt that my throat could speak, so I said to Deng Chanyu: "Chanyu, thank you! I don't want to eat it anymore!"

Then I looked at Wen Zhong: "How are the situation of the soldiers?"

"One-third of the soldiers lost their lives when we cooked the medicine. In other words, we lost without fighting in this battle and lost a hundred thousand troops."

"The body has not been dealt with yet, and after the soldiers recovered some strength, they dug a hole to bury it. Fortunately, our current location is closer to the 'country water', otherwise it would be difficult to obtain water, which would delay the condition even more!" Wen Zhong replied.

I moved my stiff body and continued, "It seems that God has favored me! By the way, those dozen friends who are from whom do not look like my Chinese people!"

Wen Zhong also looked at the twelve people and said to me, "Master, these are the twelve high-level masters of Jesus. This time, in order to help us transport the herbs, Cohosa, thanks to these twelve immortals."

"This is Simon Peter, this is Andrew, Jacob, John, Philip, Bardoroma, Thomas, Matthew, and this is also called Jacob, and then Datte, Simon, and Judah."

Who would have thought that the twelve great disciples of Jesus would meet us here? Of course, their status is supreme. In terms of generation, they are of the same generation as the twelve immortal capitals in Yuxu Palace, and of course they are of the same generation as me, the disciples of Bodhi Patriarch.

Only Wen Zhong, two people who have been in the United States, who have been in the United States, can skillfully speak these twisted names.

Alas, things are impermanent. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!