The rain is getting heavier and heavier, with no intention of stopping.
Three miles outside Peifeng South City, thousands of torches were burning high, reflecting the dark sky and earth in red.
There was a big horse standing at the front of the crowd. The general on the horse was young, about 20 years old, looking at the huge mud pit in front of him angrily and helplessly.
Because it was a mud pit, the rainwater from all sides was pouring down along thousands of ravines. In less than half a day, it accumulated into a pool, which was about to submerge the thousands of corpses in the mud pit.
And these corpses should have been set on fire and burned thoroughly.
"General, go back." The guard on the side said, holding an umbrella.
Zhao Miao's eyebrows were solemn, he tightened the reins in his hands and ignored them.
"General..." the guard called again.
At this moment, there was a thunder in the sky, and the sky was opened.
Konoe was frightened and shrank his umbrella hand.
Zhao Sui raised his head and looked at the dark night sky above the mountains ahead. He cursed in his heart, pulled the reins, turned around and shouted: "Let's go!"
Konoe finally breathed a sigh of relief and rode back as well.
But after turning around, I felt very uneasy and couldn't help but look back and take another look at the mud pit by the light of the fire.
Just in time, another bolt of lightning illuminated the floating faces of the corpses in the pit. Under the bright white and purple lightning, the bodies were piled up in sheets, making even the guards who had experienced fierce battles on the battlefield feel numb in their scalps.
Following the lightning was the roar of thunder.
Konoe gritted his teeth, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, feeling helpless and desolate indescribably.
As soon as he heard that Zhao was back, the guard led a few soldiers to find him.
Zhao Ming looked ugly, stopped on the steps with a sullen face, and looked back at them: "What's the matter?"
"I just received a tip that Lin Yao's rebel army will launch another attack in the future. With our current strength, it will be really difficult to defend this time. There is not enough food and grass in the city, and military supplies are running out. The people in the city are panicking.
, several families have gone crazy. As soon as the general left with his troops this morning, six lunatics went to the streets to set fire and killed two women." The guard said in a deep voice, "General, if this continues, we...
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"We won't attack in the future." Zhao Zuo interrupted him, "With the heavy rain tonight, it's impossible for the road to be opened in the next few days, so why attack? I will find a way to provide food, grass and military supplies. You can calm people's hearts. You can't do these things.
Okay, what do I need from you?"
The guard bowed his head deeply and said, "It's the general who is not calm enough."
"Tomorrow morning after dawn, arrange for five hundred people to dig another pit next to the mud pit dug today," Zhao said again, "It must be done as soon as possible. It is best to go as soon as dawn."
"Dig a hole next to a mud pit?" The guard was puzzled, "Why is that?"
"If you want to do it, just go." Zhao Ming said coldly, turned around and walked up the Leile steps, walking up.
There are stone piers made of six large stones standing randomly up and down the steps, nine places in total.
There are small stone pavilions erected on each of the nine stone piers, with a brazier placed in the middle of the pavilion for lighting.
Zhao's figure disappeared on the steps.
The guard stood there in annoyance and looked at the place where he left, unable to pull himself together.
Early the next morning, the heavy rain stopped for a while.
As soon as it dawned, more than five hundred soldiers left the city and walked towards the mud pit where they were yesterday.
Zhao Ming, who had not slept well all night, put on a robe and came out. He watched them move from a distance, the wrinkles between his eyebrows getting deeper and deeper.
When the last figure was out of sight, he raised his head and looked at the misty sky.
Last night, I felt furious and angry because the heavy rain made all their efforts yesterday in vain, but at the same time, it also blocked Lin Yao's attack.
The current situation in Peifeng City may not be able to hold even two waves.
In this situation, he was almost desperate, but he was the person least qualified to be desperate.
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The heavy rain came intermittently, falling and stopping, stopping and falling again.
For three consecutive days, the sky and the earth turned into a vast ocean, and a large number of trees were washed down, making the mountain road more and more difficult to travel.
After crossing another mountain, the sky at noon was gloomy and gloomy, with a faint tendency to surge again.
Xia Zhaoyi left Qingyun for Old Tong to look after. She and Zhi Changle went to explore the road ahead. When they came back half an hour later, Zhi Changle looked ugly. As soon as he grabbed Old Tong's arm, he almost fell to his knees with his legs weak.
Zhi Changle opened his lips and was speechless. He simply shook his head and didn't want to say anything.
"He's fine," Xia Zhaoyi came over to hold Qingyun and said, "Let's go first. We found a place to stay ahead. We just met an injured person. We will place him there first."
Lao Tong nodded, looked at Zhi Changle worriedly, and asked, "Are you okay?"
Zhi Changle was completely speechless. He took a drink from his own water bottle and still shook his head.
Lao Tong looked at Xia Zhaoyi again, wanting to ask what was wrong.
Xia Zhaoyi's expression wasn't very good either, but she was still calm for the most part, and she was already walking forward with Qingyun in hand.
"You are a big man, but you are not as good as a little girl." Lao Tong cursed and followed.
The stop in front was a ruined temple. The person rescued by Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was seriously injured. There were many claw marks and bite marks on his body, as if he had been attacked by a ferocious beast.
As before, Lao Tong and Zhi Changle were responsible for lighting the fire to prevent leakage, while Xia Zhaoyi set up the pot to boil water.
When the water boiled, Xia Zhaoyi came out and shouted: "Old Tong, come and help me."
"Come on!" Lao Tong responded and came down from the roof.
Xia Zhaoyi pointed to the warm water in the room: "Wash your hands."
Lao Tong obediently went to wash it and wipe it with a clean handkerchief: "Ah Li, what do you want to do?"
"Tear off his clothes," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the man on the ground and said, "Be careful. His wounds are suppurating and his clothes will stick to his flesh, which will hurt a lot."
"Yeah." Lao Tong walked over.
The injured person had a high fever, so Xia Zhaoyi covered his forehead with a cold, wet veil.
After Lao Tong tore off his clothes, Xia Zhaoyi said: "Old Tong, you get out of the way first."
"Why?" Lao Tong asked subconsciously.
"Look at this." Xia Zhaoyi pointed at the injured man's chest.
The two claw marks on his chest were very deep, and the skin around them was ulcerated and had many pustules. If it were further to the right, his life would definitely be lost.
"I'm going to clean all this up later, you may feel uncomfortable." Xia Zhaoyi said, "I'm going to have to sew up his wounds."
"Sew, sew?" Old Tong opened his eyes wide, "What to use? Needle and thread?"
"Yes," Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "You should avoid it first."
After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and began to treat the wound.
Lao Tong did not leave, and stared blankly at Xia Zhaoyi's hands cleaning the wounded man's wounds with his eyes open.
Very flexible, skillful, and even pleasing to the eye.
Until he saw Xia Zhaoyi tear open the wound several inches deep and pick out the dirty weeds from inside, he frowned, goosebumps surged crazily, and stood up with numb scalp: "Ali, I'm going
