With the arrival of Han troops who were immune to smallpox, Bajiao City, shrouded in the cloud of death, was restored.
The person in charge of epidemic prevention was a young man named Chang Miaosheng. When Liu Chengzong left the army, he slept in Laojunji for one night. Later, the little boy ran to Heilong Mountain to escape and was taken in. Sometimes he followed Liu Xiangyu, sometimes he followed Liu Chengyun.
Because the Marshal's Office recognized that the pioneer of bacterial infection was Liu Chengyun, who fought against Li Bei as early as the Yan'an uprising, he realized that wounded soldiers with broken bellies needed to be placed in an open space without anyone for isolation, rescue and treatment, which could increase the chance of survival. Chang Miaosheng, who was only 12 or 13 years old at the time, was already working with Cheng Yun.
Therefore, although Chang Miaosheng has never fought in a war, he may be the person the Marshal's Office knows the most about epidemic prevention.
Now in Bajiao City, he is still using Liu Chengyun's old wisdom. He divided the sick Han and Mongolian soldiers according to the trend of smallpox and the degree of complications. He sprinkled lime all over the city and arranged for people to burn and bury the corpses outside the city.
The Chahar people have no objection to burning corpses. In fact, as enemies of the Ming Dynasty, they, like the Jin Kingdom, are very aware of the Ming army's policy of decapitation.
If someone dies in a battle, he can be taken away with a hook and sickle if he can. If he cannot be taken away, he is burned, tied with stones and thrown into the river.
No matter what, as long as no bodies are left behind, it’s fine.
Therefore, for Chang Miaosheng, the biggest obstacle to burning corpses is that many soldiers need to be sent to prohibit Mongolian soldiers from picking up relics.
When Liu Chengzong took Ezhe into Bajiao City, people were being burned in the southwest corner outside the city. More than twenty people were burning together. The wooden racks were piled as high as the city wall. Hundreds of Mongolian soldiers dressed as monks chanted sutras around the outside. It was a spectacle. After burning, not only will there be relics, so many people can't save who has dentures and so on. There are some gold, silver and copper. If someone has been beaten by a Franco machine in the past, it would not be surprising to find an iron piece.
No matter what, the dead bodies were collected, the sick herdsmen were treated, and even if they died, they could be carried out of the city for proper burial. People's panic about smallpox is slowly fading away.
What is left is more uneasiness about the uncertain future.
Lin Danhan reluctantly sat cross-legged on the couch. Although he tried his best to control it, he still couldn't keep his terminally ill body from sweating profusely.
But that's not important.
As the war that lasted for several years finally came to an end, he had already lost too much in this war and had long lost his majesty. It didn't matter if his empty frame collapsed at this moment.
The crackling sound of charcoal could be heard not far away, there was a fire burning in the tent, and the brewing medicine filled the air with a bitter taste, and the sound of crackling firecrackers was heard from further away, in the city.
Lin Danhan's body shrank with difficulty towards the corner of the bed. Severe pain shook his whole body. He had never been so weak in his long life. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and closed them again.
His eyes were not completely dark, but there was no color or perception. This feeling was very strange, as if he had stretched out his hand and opened it. He had no eyes.
This made him overly sensitive and worried about external sounds, and he asked in shock: "What is that sound?"
Several doctors preparing medicine in the tent looked at each other in confusion. No one knew what the extremely ill Khan was talking about. It wasn't until he asked several times, each time more urgently, that the doctors called in from outside.
The entourage replied: "Great Khan, it is the Generalissimo who has brought Ezhe into the city."
Lin Danhan's expression changed drastically: "Don't let Ezhe come over!"
Liu Chengzong came to see him and contracted smallpox. It was because of his surname Liu that he could not harm his own son.
This made it difficult for the attendant of Qututaiji. He said to himself that in the Marshal's Mansion, he was just the staff guard of the Right Chahar Camp of the Tuntian Middle Brigade and in charge of the troops. So whatever Marshal Liu Chengzong wanted to do, let alone say that he couldn't control it.
He can't even control the situation.
The only response to the sweat was silence.
The guard team member thought about it, thinking that the Great Khan could not see who he was anyway. He looked left and right again and saw that the tent was filled with Han doctors who did not understand Mongolian language. They looked at each other in confusion and finally yawned.
Exit the sweat tent step by step.
Let Dahan curse inside.
The sound of firecrackers came from far away, and soon Liu Chengzong, holding the knife on his waist and holding Ezhe in the other, walked to the door of the sweat tent.
He handed Ezhe to Qututaiji and warned: "When you enter the tent later, you take Ezhe through the door, don't go in, and don't lower the curtain. Daozi goes to announce that I'm here."
Qututaiji was extremely cautious. Smallpox was not dangerous to people like them who had suffered from pox, but for Ezhe, it was like a minefield with a narrow escape from death.
For people like them, entering Bajiao City is also risky, and that is the plague. Too many people have died in this city.
Hearing this, Guitutaiji nodded solemnly and quickly knelt down to pack the little guy's clothes.
E Zhe's face was wrapped in a towel by Liu Shizi, and his body was also wrapped in an airtight cotton robe, which made his face turn red from the stuffiness.
Liu Chengzong only stood outside the tent for a while. When he heard Dai Daozi talking inside, he confirmed that Hu Duntu had known about his arrival.
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It was just polite to ask someone to inform him. Liu Chengzong felt that Bajiao City was his territory and there was no place he could not enter.
The dome of the sweat tent cast a ray of light. Liu Chengzong sat in the shadow, looking at Lin Danhan who couldn't grasp the direction on the couch on the other side of the light circle, turned his face to the other side, and said: "How do you feel?"
Lin Danhan heard his voice, turned his face, and heard Dai Daozi's translation, his brows couldn't help but wrinkled, but he soon relieved himself, did not give a direct answer, just shook his head, and said slowly: "There are people around me.
He's your doctor, you should know better than me... Xiao Wang of the Southern Dynasty, I really didn't expect to see you like this, where is Ezhe?"
Dai Daozi was very cautious in translating, but he still said something when Liu Chengzong's eyes indicated.
Fortunately, he didn't see any sullen look on Liu Chengzong's face. On the contrary, Liu Shishi grinned silently and said, "Ezhe is at the door. He is well protected and will not contract smallpox." Hearing these words, Lin Danhan looked in the other direction, as if he wanted to see Ezhe, but after a moment he closed his eyes in distress, and the expression on his face changed rapidly, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and finally filled with emotion.
Reluctantly and begging, he asked in a low voice: "How long can I live?"
Liu Chengzong didn't know how to answer this question. Even with his relatively insensitive human nature, it was difficult to tell Lin Danhan directly: I think you are in good spirits now, and you have probably recovered.
He could only say: "We come out to fight for heaven and earth, and it is inevitable that our ambitions will be hard to achieve."
There was a sullen look on Dahan's face. It's your grandma's fault. It's not you who wants to go to heaven, so he made it clear that it was inevitable.
In the past, he would definitely have a quarrel with Liu Chengzong and then fight, but now he knows very well that he doesn't have much time, so he doesn't care about this anymore.
I heard Liu Chengzong ask: "What else do you want to fulfill, such as traveling more gracefully, or finding someone to write a few articles for you, so that your name will be passed down to future generations? If I can help you, I will try my best to help you."
Lin Danhan said a few words vaguely, and Dai Daozi said: "Commander, he said Mongolia and Ezhe."
Liu Chengzong couldn't help but laughed and said: "This request is too big, I'm afraid I can't help. I can only ensure that Ezhe I has food and clothing, but he cannot inherit the Beiyuan Khanship."
There was no surprise on Lin Danhan's face. Perhaps he had lost too many things and was numb. He asked extraordinarily calmly: "Do you want Mongolia? I can give it to you. Give you the Jade Seal of the Northern Yuan Dynasty." "What difference does it make whether you give it to me or not? A few days ago, Dzunghar Taiji from Oirat said that he would help me build momentum and let the monks in the grassland identify me as the reincarnation of Genghis Khan. I found that you all think of things very naively.
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Liu Chengzong shook his head: "Mongolia's history is so short that you don't understand that it is the dignitaries who need you to support the land and property they already occupy, so you have legitimacy."
"Your ancestor Genghis Khan, the little chief, and our Taizu Emperor were commoners. What orthodoxy do they have to dominate the world? This is not orthodoxy that can be obtained with a name or a seal."
Liu Shishi smiled disdainfully: "That's just an unrealistic fantasy under perennial peace."
"Peace?"
Lin Danhan couldn't help laughing when he heard this word, and said sarcastically: "Since I took over the throne, I have been called a poor and hungry prisoner by you. I don't know what peace is."
"Yes." Liu Shizi followed the advice and immediately admitted his mistake: "You are right, I did not think carefully enough. As long as I am weak enough, I will also have such unrealistic illusions."
Lin Danhan wants to curse people too much.
But Liu Chengzong did not give him a chance to curse, and just said to himself: "This land will encounter great chaos every two or three hundred years, and every dynasty has its moments of rise and decline."
Lin Danhan is worried, I don't have much fucking time, what's the use of telling me this.
Just listen to Liu Chengzong continue: "Every rising period has to go through a huge war, defeat the biggest foreign enemy, and win peace for the country. Then the country will have good generals and capable ministers everywhere, and people will think that the country's destiny has arrived." "But rising is not really rising, and weakness is not really weakening."
Lin Danhan clearly heard that the character in the story told by Liu Chengzong was the Ming Dynasty, and the one who was defeated was Bei Yuan. This made him a little interested in Liu Shizi's next words, and asked: "The rise is not the real rise.
Weakness is not really weak, what does it mean?"
"People in the rising stage are tolerant and naive. They know nothing about the cruelty of the primates of all living things. They mistakenly believe that destiny is mine and attribute everything to themselves, so that they forget that the rising stage was obtained by their ancestors through tragic wars."
Liu Chengzong said: "If you find a beggar and ask for a mouthful of food, he will kill you for the stuttering; but a rich man can feed dogs without hesitation."
"People in the Han Dynasty thought they were stronger than Qin, and people in the Tang Dynasty thought they were stronger than Han. When the Ming Dynasty arrived, they felt that they were far away from the Han and Tang Dynasties. But they didn't know that this was the beginning of the founding of the country. All wastes were prosperous. As long as there was no war, everything would be over.
With steady development, all industries will naturally prosper, and all things will be humble. This is just a natural law, not a manifest destiny."
"What's more, when a country is on the rise, it will make mistakes, and it will keep making mistakes. Because people are tolerant, many times people don't even know that they have made mistakes."
"Unfortunately, land is limited." Liu Chengzong changed the subject: "When the land's carrying capacity reaches the limit, people continue to make mistakes, and the period of weakness has come. At this time, people can no longer make mistakes and can only start to make changes.
Wrong."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about Zhang Juzheng of the Ming Dynasty, not you of the Northern Yuan Dynasty."
Liu Chengzong laughed and continued: "Some mistakes were corrected, and some mistakes could not be corrected. I continued to make more mistakes, and continued to correct them. The more I corrected, the more mistakes I made, until today."
"The conflict between land and people has reached its limit, the conflict between officials and the people has reached its limit, the conflict between landlords and farmers has reached its limit, the conflict between generals and soldiers has reached its limit, and the unfairness has reached its limit, boom!"
Lin Danhan listened to Liu Chengzong's words. Although every word of these words spoke of the Ming Dynasty, in his heart, every word of them spoke of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.
Although he had never considered the problem from this perspective, it sounded particularly reasonable. However, in his mind, the biggest contradiction in the Northern Yuan Dynasty was the contradiction between the Great Khan and the Taiji.
He also wanted to correct his mistakes, but the more he corrected, the more he made them. Whatever he wanted to do, things went in the opposite direction of what he wanted. Until today, it is finally irreversible.
When Liu Chengzong said this, he paused and said: "Your Khan's name is also Genghis Khan. What can it bring to you? It's just a piece of stone because everyone has betrayed their relatives and left the country. I'm here to correct my mistakes. It doesn't matter.
It’s been 19 years, and Mongolia is still playing the same trick as the Ninth Grade Zhongzheng.”
Listening to Dai Daozi's translation, Lin Danhan had a complicated expression. He was born in Mongolia and succeeded Liu Chengzong as the Great Khan. He was completely different from Liu Chengzong in terms of cognition and could not communicate at all.
I heard that Liu Chengzong meant to flatten the nobles. Damn herdsmen know nothing. Let alone leading troops in wars and whether they can read or not. Most of them don't even have names. If you flatten the nobles, you will not only cut off their limbs, but also
What’s the point?
Even if you appoint officials, they must be selected from among the nobles.
It doesn’t make sense.
Lin Danhan didn't care about quarreling with Liu Shishi, and just said: "The situation you are talking about is the situation in the Southern Dynasties, it is different in the north... After I leave, what will happen to Beiyuan and what will happen to Ezhe?"
They have all retreated to Qinghai, where is the Beiyuan?
Liu Shishi prefers to talk about this matter from the perspective of Mongolia. He replied: "If everything goes well, Mongolia will be like the Xiongnu, and the north and the south will become one. Let it become a cultural symbol for our descendants, and that's all." Lin Danhan slowly lowered his head, feeling depressed: "It's so sad. It seems... you can't do anything to help me, and I can't stop you. I only have one request."
"You said."
"After I die, you must adopt Ezhe. He will call you father. You must treat him like a son. You must not let him fall into the hands of Mobei, Moxi and the Kingdom of Jin. If you can't fight the Khan of the Kingdom of Jin,
, except you."
Lin Danhan paused for a moment: "I'm afraid everyone wants him to be the Great Khan. With you, he can always live in peace and contentment."
"I promise you."
Liu Chengzong solemnly nodded: "If you die, I will treat Ezhe just like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty treated Prince Xiu and slaughtered Prince Jin Rixi."
