"Send the order for the military advisors and Guo Si, Huang Zhong and Zhao Yun to come!" Jia Rong said in a deep voice.
In fact, Jia Rong has already admitted that this is a plague. The soldiers of the Xiliang Army are all in good health. There have never been such soldiers who died without treatment and died in the same condition. The medical staff did not find that they were poisoned.
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"Lord, what happened?" Guo Jia couldn't help but ask when he saw the soldiers were heavily guarded along the way.
"From three days ago to now, four people have died in the army one after another. One of them is a company commander. The circumstances of death are almost the same. If the prediction is correct, it should be the plague. Medical personnel are currently conducting surveys in each battalion. If any abnormality is found,
Soldiers, immediately gather them together, completely separate them from the army, and then treat them. After you go back, you must carefully comfort your soldiers and don't panic, especially the isolated soldiers." Jia Rong sighed.
Guo Jia's expression was slightly stagnant. There was a plague in the army, which meant that it was impossible for the Xiliang army to go to war in a short period of time. And he wanted to implement Qin's strategy of dealing with the six countries, and the difficulties increased sharply.
, said unwillingly: "Lord, could it be that the medical staff are talking nonsense?"
"Fengxiao, the enemy is facing a great enemy. It is important to kill the enemy, but if the soldiers are really infected with the plague, it will be a nightmare. Just imagine how thousands of soldiers died in one night. What a heartache. In return through blankets, the princes' army outside the pass appeared.
The soldiers died." Jia Rong said.
"I have asked Hua Yu from Chang'an to come day and night with sufficient medicinal materials to suppress the plague in the army." Jia Rong said.
The Xiliang army has always been in good order, and no soldiers will move around at will without orders. In the army, there will not be any scenes like soldiers running around randomly and making the ground dirty like the coalition forces of princes.
"Brother, you lead the soldiers to patrol the city to prevent the coalition of princes from taking advantage of this opportunity to attack the city."
After the four people left, Jia Rong said: "Zhang Xiu, let the lone wolf soldiers outside the city come back." The most important thing now is to resist this plague, otherwise many years of hard work will most likely be ruined by this incident.
Everything goes down the drain.
Zhang Xiu had just left the camp for a moment when he turned around again and said solemnly: "My lord, the wounded camp in the princes' coalition army originally had more than 5,000 people, but now there are only 3,000 people, and 2,000 people died, and many of the princes' troops were infected.
Those who are sick will die without treatment, and the soldiers of the princes are panic-stricken. This may also be an opportunity for our army. As long as the army takes the opportunity to leave the border, it is very likely to completely defeat the princes' army."
When Jia Rong heard the latest news from Zhang Xiu's leadership, he was even more certain that this was a plague caused by the princes. The defenders' oily manure made the coalition army frightened. Tens of thousands of people were injured, and Yuan Shao concentrated these people.
They gathered together and let them wail, quite thinking of letting them fend for themselves. It was summer, and the hot summer made the wounded soldiers' wounds quickly fester and breed diseases.
"Let the lone wolf soldiers withdraw as soon as possible. After entering the customs, they must be inspected by medical personnel one by one. Attacking the princes is not as important as the lives of the soldiers." Jia Rong ordered hurriedly.
Zhang Xiu sighed, turned around and left, feeling both regret and warmth in his heart.
After the news of the plague spread among the princes' armies, the Xiliang army paid more attention to the hygiene of the camp. In the tents, items were arranged neatly, and smelly shoes and other items were thrown away. Except for weapons, clothes, and daily necessities, everything else was discarded.
All the dark corners were cleaned up, and the soldiers carried out the task to the letter. When it came to killing the enemy on the battlefield, they showed no mercy, but when it came to the plague, it sent chills to the inside.
Jia Rong's series of measures prevented the morale of the military from fluctuating greatly. Once any soldiers found to be abnormal were sent to the wounded camp, the soldiers reported to each other.
For their own safety, no soldier will act recklessly, and no one wants to live a little longer.
Within three days, nearly 500 people had gathered in the wounded camp. Without exception, these soldiers were all people with signs of the plague. The soldiers responsible for delivering meals were trembling with fear every time they entered the camp, with their faces covered.
The thick white cloth with some potion sprinkled on it was of course made by Jia Rong.
The soldiers in the wounded barracks are no longer as fierce as they used to be on the battlefield. They are like eggplants beaten by frost. They sit quietly on their own land, waiting for Jia Rong's orders. They believe in their hearts that coach Jia Rong
Rong will not abandon them.
Dozens of medical personnel went back and forth in the wounded soldiers' camp to treat patients, trying to find something.
The plague made Jia Rong very busy. There was an example of a thousand people dying in the princes' army outside the pass overnight. Jia Rong was frightened. He stepped up the inspection of the soldiers in the camp, and pots of medicinal materials were boiled.
The camp is basically filled with the smell of medicinal materials, which is also the reason why Chang'an has rich savings. The smell of medicinal materials makes the soldiers feel at ease.
Bowls of concoction have become the spiritual sustenance of the soldiers infected with the plague. They all think that after drinking a bowl of concoction, they can relieve their condition and pick up weapons to kill the enemy. They would rather die on the battlefield and die like this.
Killed by the enemy.
Hua Yu shouldered the heavy responsibility in the face of danger and led a group of disciples to treat the soldiers in the wounded camp.
Another soldier was brought to the wounded camp. The number of soldiers in the Xiliang Army wounded camp reached 800. Most of the people brought here had ashen faces. They were so close to the god of death. You can imagine the feelings in their hearts, which made them even more sad.
The scary thing is that this enemy will not be restrained because of your high martial arts skills. Some soldiers and generals can't believe all this and scream, which makes everyone sad.
Hangu Pass suffered a plague, and the army in Chang'an also became busy. Some teams even directly served as cleaners, cleaning every street in Chang'an, the city gates were closed, and outsiders were subject to strict regulations.
There were hundreds of thousands of people in Chang'an City at this time. Once the plague spread, it would be hundreds of times more troublesome than Hanguguan.
Jia Rong found Hua Yu and asked, "Do you know lime?"
"Lime?" Hua Yu shook his head to express his ignorance.
Xiliang's military intelligence network was strong. Jia Rong found the actual object after a brief description. Of course, making lime was not troublesome. With lime, Jia Rong's confidence in resisting the plague increased.
In fact, Hua Yu had just arrived at the military camp. When he saw that Jia Rong strictly separated the soldiers infected with the plague from the army, he expressed his approval. The hygiene in the camp did not allow Hua Yu to be picky. Now that he was spreading lime on the ground, he was puzzled.
, but knew that Jia Rong would not take aim without aim.
Compared with the injured camp of the Xiliang Army, the princes' army was overcrowded. The camp, which was originally empty due to the death of a group of soldiers who were scalded by oil and feces, was filled again. In Jia Rong's view, the plague was extremely dangerous.
It may have been infected from the coalition camp, and the coalition forces were naturally the first to bear the brunt. The city walls were sprinkled with lime powder to prevent the plague from the coalition camp from spreading.
There are about 10,000 people in the wounded camp, and soldiers die every day. It is understandable that the soldiers who were burned died, but the living soldiers also died mysteriously after staying in the camp for a few days, making them feel like they were chilling all over.
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"We can't stay in this place!" Such a thought flashed through the hearts of all the soldiers. They were originally healthy soldiers, but within a few days they were turned into corpses. Such a situation is unparalleled.
Elite soldiers, even heavenly soldiers and generals, will also run away.
The camp is surrounded by coalition soldiers holding weapons and holding tightly. It is not easy to escape. At the critical moment, Yuan Shao will not be as indecisive as Liu Bei and directly send the soldiers to the wounded camp without hesitation.
"Order Chang'an to escort a large amount of vinegar over." Jia Rong ordered.
Hua Yu was puzzled and asked, "My lord, what is jealousy?"
Jia Rong described it hard before Hua Yu understood. It must be said that everything Jia Rong had done in the camp was very effective. There were very few cases of plague among the soldiers. The entire camp, seen from a distance,
, just like a heavy snowfall.
Under the action of lime and vinegar, the spread of the plague was greatly alleviated and the soldiers infected with the plague were gathered together. Jia Rong did not let it go, but cared for it and treated it with medical staff. Although it contained a lot of
Risk, but he didn't want to abandon any Xiliang Army soldier. In the past battles, what Jia Rong was most unaccustomed to was abandoning his comrades in times of crisis. The idea of ​​protecting the overall situation was completely nonsense. He couldn't even take care of the soldiers when they were sick.
, why talk about letting them fight for you and kill the enemy bravely on the battlefield? As for the princes outside the pass, if they cannot be defeated, just keep them for the time being. After the soldiers under your command recover, it will not be too late to charge again.
Compared with the mourning in the wounded camp of the coalition forces, the faces of the soldiers of the Xiliang Army were not as sad as expected. They chatted with each other and had a boring time. They also fully cooperated with the treatment of the medical staff. Of course, they died occasionally.
The shock brought by a robe was still great. These people did not die in the hands of the enemy, but died in the silent plague.
"Alliance leader, withdraw your troops. Overnight, our army once again lost more than a thousand people. If things go on like this, how many soldiers can we fight in the army? By then, I am afraid that the Xiliang army will be defeated with just one charge."
Come back." Cao Cao said worriedly.
Liu Biao and Liu Bei nodded repeatedly. He and Jia Rong had no physical pain. No matter how powerful the Xiliang army was, they would not be able to attack them for a while. In fact, Liu Bei came here this time to show himself to the people of the world and the people under his rule.
He is a man of great benevolence and righteousness, and also wants the soldiers to see what a cruel battlefield is. The soldiers in his hands are basically new soldiers who lack combat awareness and cannot be called elite soldiers. They are no better than the elite soldiers under Cao Cao's command, and even inferior to Liu Biao.
, There are only strong generals, but if there are no elite soldiers, how can the battle be won? After the battle, these soldiers grew up rapidly, and even in the face of the enemy's attack, there was no initial panic.
Now that the plague breaks out, Liu Bei naturally does not want the soldiers he has finally trained to die in vain. Among the princes of the Central Plains, Liu Bei's family is probably the weakest. Apart from wearing the title of a Han clan clan member, he has nothing to offer. Wen
