The news of Zhao Xin's arrival made nearly 10,000 people in the Eastern Front of the North Navy cheered and their morale was greatly boosted. After all, his height was particularly eye-catching among soldiers who were generally 1.6 meters tall, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

This guy threw Wang Zhenyi and A Miao in Yaquesa again. They would take a boat with Wang Zhong to Baibaier City first. Don’t ask him why he didn’t come directly from another time and space. You should know that the ruins of the station line on Kulun South Road were completely unavailable in another time and space, so he could only chase him through the post road in this time and space.

Xiri Goulige, a Mongolian man who has been named "Yunyang", heard the name of "Zhao Prince" these days. He stood on the carriage and looked towards the command center for a long time, but he didn't even see Zhao Xin's shadow. He couldn't understand Chinese, so he asked the Daur North Navy, who was smoking with a cigarette pouch next to the carriage, and said, "Brother Bayar, King Zhao is really as tall as you said?"

Bayar didn't turn his eyelids and said in a muffled voice: "That's it! In our North Navy, the commander-in-chief is the highest, and Prince Zhao is a little shorter than him."

"Brother Bayar, tell me what battles King Zhao has taken you to fight?" Xirigoulige jumped out of the carriage and sat next to Bayar. Several other former Mongolian archers who had returned to Bayar - the current logistics team, came over and heard the sound.

Bayar entered the Northern Navy after the Battle of Jaquessa. He was originally a postman. Because he was over thirty years old when he joined the army and was illiterate, he could only be a coachman in the logistics team. He smashed his pussy made of boxwood, licked his cracked lips, and thought for a while, "Then I will tell you the story of how King Zhao brought 600 people to defeat 10,000 Rakshasa. That's it..."

Compared to the excitement of the soldiers, when Liu Sheng saw Zhao Xin, he found that the other party looked depressed. He thought he was tired. But when he saw two soldiers following Zhao Xin, one of whom was holding two girls in small military uniforms, carrying a basket on his back, and there was a child inside; and the other soldier was holding a baby wrapped in a swaddle in his arms, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Child? Where did it come from?"

"Let's talk about it later, find a place for them to rest first." Zhao Xin's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were covered with blood. He rode a horse for several days and slept for three or four hours a day, and his face was tanned and red.

"I'll do it. Go to the medical team for a check." Ushiha, who came after hearing the news, took the baby from the soldier, and then asked the soldier who was holding the little girl to follow him to the medical team's tent.

Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng walked out of the command center, turned around and looked at it, and whispered to Liu Sheng: "Is the water enough?"

"I caught a heavy rain before and collected some." Liu Sheng said in a deep voice: "If you are two days later, there will be no water at all. As the guide said, there are salt and alkali ponds everywhere here, and you don't even drink horses."

In fact, the heavy rain came unexpectedly, and not much rain was collected. Starting the day before yesterday, Liu Sheng ordered that except for the patient who could maintain normal drinking water, all the water consumption of others, including himself, would be reduced to 500 ml per day.

"Where is Xiao Fan?"

"I was frozen in the rain a few days ago. The fever subsided this morning. I asked him to rest first."

“How much food is left?”

“The only compressed biscuits left.”

Zhao Xin nodded: "Has the vacant land been arranged?"

"It was arranged on the first day, and the valley to the west is waiting for you to come."

Two hours later, as four large water purification trucks continuously converted the bitter and astringent alkaline water in the saline-alkali pond into pure water, the tension caused by the lack of water quickly disappeared, and the soldiers began to gradually regain their vitality.

After finishing his work, Zhao Xin took the time to sleep in the tent. When he woke up, the sun was about to set. Although he was sore all over, his first reaction when he woke up was to ask about the four children. Although he learned that the children were being taken care of by Wu Xiha himself, he still took a look. When he saw that the two big ones were washed and eating, the two small ones were also fed by Wu Xiha with goat milk and lying on the bed, he felt relieved.

When they returned to the tent of the command center, Liu Sheng, Fan Tong and several staff members were having dinner. Zhao Xin brought a lot of food and supplies this time, so the food for the cooking teams of each department was vegetable porridge and steamed buns, and stewed with radish. Since entering the Gobi Desert, the troops had compressed biscuits from top to next day, either chewed or cooked into a paste. Even if it was nutritious, no one could stand it even after eating for half a month.

Everyone was eating voraciously, like a starving ghost reincarnated. Zhao Xin asked the guards to serve him a bowl of porridge, sat down and drank slowly.

Liu Sheng killed three steamed buns in a row. When he picked up the fourth steamed bun, he asked Zhao Xin: "Tell me, what's wrong with those children?"

"Picked it up halfway." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he couldn't help but recall the scene five days ago...

That day, more than 100 people set off from the Blue Inn Station before dawn, and ran sixty miles away from the Blue Inn Station without changing horses. When it was almost noon, they arrived at the Mordun Inn Station. They were tired and exhausted. Zhao Xin decided to take a break first and wait for the cooler before leaving. The North Navy, which was temporarily stationed here, had a platoon of troops, so he helped drink horses and feed them.

Modun Inn Station is located in a small basin, surrounded by mountains. The buildings that make up the inn are several yurts and several livestock sheds. Not far from the inn are two temples, one of which is the owner of Khambul Lob Sandarga, who is stationed in Kulun, and the other is the temple of Zasaraihubilehan. After the Northern Navy arrived, in order to ease the relationship, he sent two bags of grain and a bag of salt to the monks in the temple.

After taking care of the horses, everyone made hot food in the open space among several yurts. Not long after, a woman with a big belly and carrying a basket came out staggering from a low hill west of the station. In addition to two unclothed children behind her, she also drove a few thin sheep. According to the older children, they were attracted by the aroma of food at that time.

When the woman found that the people at the post station were dressed completely differently than the Mongolians, she took them around and left. Not long after going out, the woman fell to the ground and groaned in pain. The two children didn't know what to do, so they sat beside the woman and started crying. Moreover, there was a child in the basket behind the woman, who was awakened because of a sudden fall and then began to cry.

Hearing the crying, the platoon leader of the garrison platoon sent someone to check it out. A few minutes later, a soldier ran back to report that the woman had a big belly and had a lot of blood under her body, and they didn't know what to do.

After hearing this, Zhao Xin felt that the situation was not good. With his limited medical knowledge, he knew that the woman might have an abortion. He asked the soldiers to carry the person back immediately, and then let someone free up a clean yurt and burn a large pot of hot water.

There was an ambulance in the team that went south with him, but he had only learned first aid on the battlefield and dealing with general headaches and fevers, and he had no idea about having a woman with a baby. By the way, the ambulance's name was Cheng Zhuo, the apprentice of the Master Chengche who was invited by Qinggui to "persuade" to Beihai Town.

After a while, the woman was carried into a yurt and the three children and sheep were brought back. Because no one else could help, only Zhao Xin stayed while Cheng Zhuo checked, dipped her towel with hot water, and carefully wiped the blood on the woman's legs.

During the examination, the woman let out a painful moan from time to time, and said something in Mongolian in a vague way. Her haggard cheeks showed an extremely tired expression. Her skinny hands tightly grabbed the blanket under her, and her head and face were covered with sweat.

At this time, Zhao Xin noticed that the woman's thin and brown cheeks were covered with wrinkles, and she looked like she was in her forties. However, he knew that poor people looked old because of their hard life. This woman was probably not even thirty years old.

As the woman's moans became more and more hoarse and her breath became weaker, Zhao Xin knew it was going to be bad. He suddenly remembered that ginseng could silence his life, so he took out a red sandalwood box with his back while Cheng Zhu was not careful. After opening it, it was a three-fingered ginseng covered with yellow satin. He hurriedly broke off a ginseng and stuffed it into the woman's mouth.

The ginseng stocks in Zhao Xin's hands are all special wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain, at least for more than 30 years; he specially kept a few, originally prepared for the weak Wang Zhenyi.

After a while, the woman's pulse was beating more and her breathing became smoother. Seeing this, Zhao Xin came outside and asked the cooks in the garrison to make half of the ginseng soup.

There was no pot for decoction in the inn, and the cook had no choice but to use the pot for cooking. The platoon leader of the garrison platoon said, "Wait a minute, he asked the Mongolian guide to go to the nearby Lama Temple with him. Maybe there would be a pot for medicine there." The platoon leader also reminded Zhao Xin. He immediately asked the other party to go to the Lama Temple to ask if there were any monks who could see a doctor. He, a "Mongolian doctor", could not cope with the current situation.

However, after only half an hour, the platoon leader came back to report to Zhao Xin that not only did not borrow the medicine pot, but he also felt angry. The cook had no choice but to use a small aluminum pot to make ginseng soup.

"What? Looking for a substitute?" Zhao Xin once suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Sir, the lamas in both temples say this." The garrison platoon leader said indignantly: "They said that if they wanted to cure this woman's illness, it was useless to take medicine. They had to chant Buddha's name and practice good deeds and expel the devil, so they had to find a living person as a scapegoat! They also said that if this was not for the sake of our North Navy, they would not care about anything!"

"Bang!" Zhao Xin raised his foot and kicked a bucket on the ground, his face becoming gloomy.

The Mongolian guide only knew that Zhao Xin was a big man, but he didn't know who it was. He followed the team these days and learned that the North Hai Army had no rules to kneel down, so he bowed and said, "Great Master, the great lama and prince Taiji were sick in the past, and they were all treated like this. With a substitute, the devil will naturally not bother the patient."

Zhao Xin took a few deep breaths, and he also understood that the sayings of ghosts and gods is a common understanding of the people in this era, and it is useless to be angry.

But who knew that the Mongolian guide casually said: "It would be cured if I could ask the big lama for some 'Sabsheng'. Any disease can be cured, but unfortunately this place is too far from Kulun."

"Sabsheng?" Zhao Xin frowned. He had never heard of it.

"It's... it's Hutuktu's urine... the noble adult, that's a very precious thing. If ordinary people want to ask for it, they have to spend at least five taels of silver to get a little."

"Get out!!!" Zhao Xin could no longer help it, and he was furious. The Mongolian guide was so scared that he knelt on the ground, and the two little girls sitting on the ground eating were also scared and trembling.

"You take two squads and go again, and you follow me too!" Zhao Xin gave an order to the garrison platoon leader, and asked a Buryat soldier under his command to follow me. "Don't be polite to them! Go and tell them! I'll find someone who knows medicine to help me! If you say anything nonsense, don't be stunned by the Lama Temple! The fire is so burning!"

The garrison platoon leader took the people away, and Zhao Xin's anger still could not fade, but his eyes soon fell into the basket beside the two girls. He walked over and leaned over and saw that the boy inside looked just over one year old, lying on the tattered swaddle cloth and cloth, babbling carefreely. Seeing this child, Zhao Xin somehow thought of his son, so he bent down and gently picked up the child in the surprised eyes of the two girls.

Seeing a man who was just like a ferocious person suddenly picked up his younger brother, with a kind smile on his face, the two girls who were cringing and crawling on the ground seemed a little at a loss. Zhao Xin sighed and put the child back in his backpack. He waved his hand and asked the Mongolian guide to come over and ask the two girls for him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The guide came over and asked their names and hometowns first, and then he learned that they were herdsmen of Tushetu Khan's tribe, and the woman was their mother. Among the two girls, the older one was Pujie, the younger one was five years old, the younger one was Saihan; the backpack was their younger brother, the name Batu.

According to Pujie, their father abandoned them and found a rich widow; and because his mother was pregnant, no rich people were willing to hire him. The morning before yesterday, the last owner moved to the west, and the mother and son stayed on the old pasture and had nowhere to go. Later, the fragrance of food was faintly smelled from the blowing wind, and then he found it.

"What do you usually eat? Drink goat milk?" Zhao Xin looked at the weak sheep beside him, thinking that he would not be able to squeeze out much milk even if he was like this. However, when the guide asked for him, he got an answer that made Zhao Xin dumbfounded.

"What is Kuhada?"

Saihan hesitated for a moment and timidly took out a ball of Hadabu from his arms, which exuded a fishy smell. The guide explained: "Sir, this is the coarse Hada. The new cloth is all pulp-free and can be washed with water to fill your stomach."

In ancient times, the cotton cloth sold had to be covered with a layer of paste or rice paste to make the fabric crisp. During the years of famine, some people would rinse the cotton cloth with water to fill their stomachs and take the washed dough water to fill their hunger.

Zhao Xin's heart suddenly felt like he was being pulled hard, and his eyes suddenly turned red. It has been eight years since he came to this era, and he has also seen many poor and hungry people. When he was in Beihai Town, he had heard of this method from immigrants from the pass, but he only saw the real thing today!

More than twenty minutes later, an old lama with wrinkles on his face came with a medicine box. It was not that the lama temple did not know medicine, but that they did not want to have too much contact with the North Navy before receiving the order from Kulun.

When he saw half a ginseng in the aluminum pot brought by the cook, the old lama showed a surprised look on his face. What he could not have imagined was that these Han people who were as fierce as they came to the door just now would use such expensive medicinal materials to save a poor man who had never met.

Under Cheng Zhuo's respectful gaze, the old lama first took the pulse of the woman, then put his hand on the woman's belly for a while, then shook his head, turned his head and said a few words to the guide standing at the door of the yurt. Then the guide told Zhao Xin that even if this woman drinks ginseng soup, it can only last a life, and it is hard to say whether she can survive tonight.

"Where is the child in her belly?"

"I can't save it."

"stillbirth?"

"Oh! Sir, she's like this, she can't even give birth."

Zhao Xin also put his hand on the woman's belly. He felt a faint beating, which was completely different from the woman's own heartbeat. It should be the baby's fetal heartbeat. He frowned and thought for a moment, and made an extremely bold decision!
Chapter completed!