At this time, a thunder and lightning suddenly struck in the sky behind Zhao Guang. Looking from the direction of the barbarian soldiers, they felt that this ghost general was really a ghost and god coming to the world:
They are covered in dark clouds, summoning thunder and lightning, and leading ghost soldiers. Mortals have no way to harm them. Wherever they go, blood flowers float in the sky...
"Ghost...the ghost king is here..."
"The Ghost King is coming!"
The barbarian soldiers couldn't help but fight with each other, shouted involuntarily, then turned around and ran away, only regretting that their parents had lost two legs.
"Boom!"
God seemed to be happy to see such strange things, and thundered again.
When the barbarian soldiers heard this, they just thought it was the Ghost King who was coming behind with thunder and lightning. They cried for their fathers and mothers, crawled on the ground and swarmed back, not even daring to look back.
Meng Huo was dumbfounded as he watched from the high platform of the central camp. After a good encirclement and annihilation, after a group of troops appeared, the outer perimeter was immediately defeated. Before he could react, the defeat was about to spread to the core of the encirclement.
Did this shit see a ghost?
"Hurry up and find out what's going on?"
Meng Huo shouted sharply.
Without his instructions, some of his followers had already gone to investigate the situation, and after a while they came back with a pale face, "Go back to the king, it's the Ghost King. The Ghost King has sent his Ghost General here..."
"Ghost your mother!"
Meng Huo kicked his confidant over and cursed angrily, "If you dare to disturb the morale of the army again, I will kill them all...!"
Before he finished speaking, there was only a "bang" sound, and a huge lightning struck directly on the flagpole erected high on the high platform.
Meng Huo's ears were almost blown out of hearing.
While his ears were buzzing, his legs softened and he knelt down on the high platform with a "plop".
At that moment, his heart felt like something was tightly constricting him, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
The blood all over the body was immediately frozen by coagulation.
He just felt that there was a huge god above him staring at him majestically, and if he showed even the slightest disrespect, he would be chopped to pieces on the spot.
Meng Huo subconsciously held his head with his hands and knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at the sky.
After waiting for a long time, thunder sounded in the distance, but no lightning struck the high platform.
Only then did Meng Huo dare to raise his head. He felt that his legs were not working properly and he almost fell when he wanted to stand up.
"Retreat... retreat... retreat quickly!"
When Meng Huo regained his consciousness, his first reaction was to retreat.
Regardless of whether it was the thunder and lightning summoned by the Ghost King or the wrath of the gods, Meng Huo felt that he could no longer fight. The lightning above his head just now was a warning to him.
Unexpectedly, the confidant next to him was still trembling and lying there without daring to raise his head. The upper and lower teeth in his mouth were fighting against each other, "Master Ghost King... Master Ghost King... I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."
At this moment, his eyes and heart were filled with that huge lightning. He even felt that his hair had stood up, and his soul was almost lifted into the sky. How could he hear what Meng Huo was saying?
Meng Huo ignored him and climbed down from the high platform on his hands and feet with some trembling.
When he got down from the high platform and couldn't see the sky, he felt that he had escaped the gaze of the gods, and he shouted heartbreakingly, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
It's terrible, it's really terrible!
During the fight with E Shun, Zhang Bao was distracted and was taken advantage of by E Shun. At the same time, he was hit by Fang Tianji on the chest and abdomen. He has been feeling pain and his strength is gradually running out. Now he can only bite.
The teeth are struggling to hold on.
At the same time, I was lamenting in my heart, could it be that I, Zhang Bao, am really going to die here?
Unexpectedly, a dull voice suddenly came out, "Brother Zhang family, don't panic, wait for me to come and help you!"
A silver spear stabbed from the side and directly helped him block E Shun's Square Heavenly Halberd. Then a flash of sword light flashed by. It turned out that Wang Xun took advantage of the Square Heavenly Halberd in E Shun's hand to be held up. He glanced at a gap and felt depressed.
It struck directly with a loud sound.
Eshun retreated hurriedly to avoid this fatal blow.
"Who are you?"
Eshun saw Zhao Guang's weird ghost mask and asked hesitantly.
"Under the Ghost Throne, there will be ghost generals!"
Zhao Guang was originally laughing under the mask, but after being filtered by the mask, it turned into a weird laugh when it reached Eshun's ears, which looked extremely sinister.
Eshun was furious after hearing this, "How dare you bully me?!"
As he spoke, he raised his halberd and prepared for a one-on-one fight.
At this moment, the sound of gold ringing suddenly came from the commander's tent at the rear.
"Why would your Majesty retreat at this time?"
Before Eshun could figure it out, the soldiers on his side immediately retreated like a tide, as if they were receiving an amnesty. Many of them even dropped their weapons, just to run faster.
The military orders must be obeyed, so Eshun could only look at the three people opposite him with vigilance, while slowly retreating.
Zhao Guang did not pursue him either. He kept in mind Feng Yong's words, only save people, not fight.
So he and Wang Xun protected Zhang Bao and retreated at the same time.
The rebels were only defeated on the periphery, and the central camp was still there. Compared to the rebels, his number was still too small. Being able to rescue Zhang Bao so easily was beyond his expectation.
This has helped my brother’s reputation in Nanzhong...
But if you are too greedy, you will be in danger of being surrounded again.
Moreover, the opponent's barbaric general could force the Zhang family brother to this point, and his martial arts skills must be better than his own. If he goes up on his own, I'm afraid he won't get any benefits.
My martial arts skills are not comparable to those of Zhang family's brother.
But he didn't know that if he could figure out a way to bypass Eshun and rush straight to the enemy's camp at this time, he might be able to scare Meng Huo into abandoning the camp and flee, thus destroying the enemy camp and launching a southern expedition.
The greatest achievement ever.
It is a pity that Meng Huo was struck by thunder and lost his courage. Now only Meng Huo and his close associates know about it, but others have no way of knowing.
After the two sides broke away from contact, they turned around and returned.
"Don't panic! Retreat slowly!"
Eshun saw that the opponent did not take the opportunity to pursue him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, shouted loudly, and tried to regroup the defeated troops.
It's just that the defeated soldiers were frightened out of their wits by the rumors of their own ghost king, and they were all running around like headless flies. How could they listen to him?
At that moment, he was so angry that he killed several defeated soldiers who shouted loudest. Only then did the defeated soldiers, who were in great chaos, calm down a little.
Wang Ping stood on the city wall, feeling a little confused as he watched the barbarian soldiers below suddenly attack the city like crazy, then suddenly retreat like crazy, even abandoning the ladders they had set up.
If he hadn't known that Meng Huo was now the last rebel army, he might have thought that Meng Huo was one of his own - he took the initiative to expose the ambush, and pushed out all the ladders and threw them away. There is nothing more obvious about himself than this.
person?
But no matter what, it is a good thing if the enemy retreats.
Not only did they retreat, but Zhang Bao outside the city was also rescued.
He took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "The enemy is defeated!"
"The enemy is defeated!"
"The enemy is defeated!"
There was cheering at the top of the city.
At the top of the city, Feng Yong happily greeted Zhao Guang and others who had returned from victory. Before he could approach and speak, a young man in the crowd opposite saw Feng Yong and his expression changed.
He suddenly stepped out of the crowd, grabbed his arm, and asked hastily, "Why are you here?"
Feng Yong was stunned and said hesitantly, "Are you... Zhang Junhou?"
Just now, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun pushed this person into the middle. Apart from Zhang Bao, there should be no one else.
"Yes, I am Zhang Bao."
The young man nodded, with an anxious look on his face, and asked again, "Why are you here? Aren't you in Jincheng?"
"No!" Feng Yong asked Zhang Bao inexplicably, "I went to Pingyi a long time ago, and now I'm coming from Pingyi."
"You...why don't you stay in Jincheng?"
After Zhang Bao heard this, a look of anger immediately appeared on his face, "With you running around like this, wouldn't Anguo have to go to Jincheng in vain again? It's just a small thing to suffer more. It's really going to delay you... you...
"
He said "you" several times, but couldn't continue.
Anguo is suffering from miasma, and he doesn't know about it yet. If you really want to talk about it, it's no wonder that he is not waiting for others in Jincheng.
After hearing this, Feng Yong was still thinking, it's my business where I go. Even if you are little Luoli's brother, you can't control my legs, right?
Unexpectedly, when I heard the word An Guo, I thought about it for a moment, then remembered that it was the word Guan Xing, and immediately felt guilty.
"Brother-in-law... cough, does Guan Junhou have something to do with Yong?"
"Yes, and it's a big deal." The anxiety on Zhang Bao's face became more intense, and he let go of Feng Yong, feeling a little anxious.
"He contracted the miasma a few days ago. Before he returned, he told me that you might have a way to cure him, so he wanted to go back to Jincheng to find you. Now you are here, and he can't find you when he goes back, so what will happen?
good?"
Hearing this, Feng Yong's heart sank, and he asked with a sense of luck, "What are the symptoms of the miasma that Zhang Junhou has?"
"First I feel weak, then I have chills, then I have a high fever that doesn't go away, and then I feel like a normal person after I sweat profusely."
"How often do you send it? Is it a day?"
After hearing this, Feng Yong felt even heavier and asked.
There are many kinds of miasma in Nanzhong, but falciparum malaria and daytime malaria are the most common.
From Zhang Bao's description, it was clear that it was daytime malaria.
"You really know!"
Zhang Bao was overjoyed and asked, "Do you have a cure?"
I have a damn cure!
Feng Yong's face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears.
The joy of the barbarian soldiers' retreat was instantly wiped out.
For the treatment of malaria, artemisinin is the first choice and cinchona is the second choice.
Don't even think about the latter, because that thing is native to South America, unless Feng Yong can really row a boat without oars, relying entirely on waves, and directly across the Pacific Ocean...
As for the former, it is as deeply patriotic as the tung tree - only the artemisinin content of Artemisia annua grown in southwest China in the world is valuable for extraction.
When Feng Yong was debating with others on the Internet, he looked through a lot of information, and he knew everything about artemisinin.
This thing is not soluble in water at all, and will decompose when exposed to heat.
So if you want to use cold water to make the concoction, or if you want to use the traditional method to make the concoction, forget it.
To get it, you still have to use organic solvents.
Organic solvents are not a problem. After all, ethanol is also an organic solvent. Therefore, before going south, Feng Yong specially made high-strength wine and soaked Artemisia annua along the way. The concentration of artemisinin in it should be sufficient.
But this thing has to be physically extracted in the end!
In future generations, even at home, as long as he is willing to spend time and money, he can find a way to produce artemisinin crystals.
But this is ancient times!
Well, in fact, if physical extraction had to be done hard in ancient times, it could actually be done, and it would only consume some manpower and material resources.
It doesn't matter if the purity is not enough. If the quality is not enough, you can make up for it with quantity. It's not a big deal.
But the injection is the biggest problem!
Because if you drink artemisinin soaked in wine directly like Feng Yong did, the effect will be much weaker than direct injection, and the concentration in the human body may not reach the standard for killing malaria parasites.
The oral artemisinin of later generations is actually a derivative of naturally extracted artemisinin.
So although Feng Yong made preparations early and used wine to produce artemisinin, it was just a test product!
After all, malaria in Nanzhong is so famous. To colonize Nanzhong, you have to deal with malaria. So he planned to use some prisoners of war for human experiments, but he never thought that he would use his uncle to practice his skills...
Because this is too much of a gamble on character.
And it’s a gamble on character where you lose more and win less.
Holding the wine brewed with artemisinin, he felt comforted, but if he really took it to bet on the erratic probability, Feng Yong would be quite disgusted.
Seeing Feng Yong's gloomy face that was almost dripping with water, Zhang Bao's excitement was like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head.
"You...can't you?"
Who the hell says can’t do it?
When your sister grows up, ask her to come to me and look at the goldfish to see if I can do it!
Feng Yong was so irritable that he let out a "tsk" sound and said angrily, "Before going south, didn't I ask Sanniang to tell him how to prevent miasma? How could he still be infected with such a nasty disease?"
Yo ho!
Do you know who you are talking to?
Dare you use such a tone?
Zhang Bao then said in a panicked tone, "Listen, I just accidentally got bitten by the mosquito..."
He looked a bit like a child who had done something wrong.
"Anguo later regretted it and said he should have paid more attention."
Malaria is like a ghost seeking life. Ordinary people would not dare to hear such things.
Now when they heard Zhang Bao say that Feng Yong might have a cure, they all listened with bated breath, fearing that they would miss a word if they coughed.
Even Wang Ping, who had come down from the city wall and wanted to meet Feng Yong and his party, quietly stood aside and became a quiet bystander.
On the other hand, a tall Yi general behind him looked at everything in front of him with a look of horror on his face, wondering... Could it be possible... is the theory about the reincarnation of the Ghost King true?
Otherwise, how could he possibly subdue the ghost that was seeking his life?
Feng Yong raised his head and let out a long sigh, the sky rumbled again, and big raindrops finally fell.
A few drops happened to fall into the mouth of Feng Tubao, who opened his mouth to the sky, causing him to vomit out the rainwater in his mouth. Then he said quietly, "It's thundering and raining. Let's go back first."
Take shelter from the rain."
Everyone was waiting for him to say something about whether he could be cured. Unexpectedly, after posing for a long time, he actually said such a sentence. At that moment, everyone almost ducked.
Zhang Bao had been a grandson for a long time, but he was not willing to give up easily when he received such a sentence. He immediately grabbed his hand anxiously and angrily, "You haven't said yet whether you can cure Anguo!"
Feng Yong sighed again, "I can only say that I try my best to treat such a serious disease. As for whether it can be cured, it still depends on God's will."
At the same time, I finally realized that no wonder the history books said that Guan Xing died in these two or three years. It turned out that he contracted malaria during the Southern Expedition.
Malaria can not only torture people to the point of death, but it was also a terminal disease in ancient times.
Thinking of this, he remembered again that this flower... seemed to have died in the past few years?
With this thought in his mind, he frowned again and looked at Zhang Bao with a strange look.
"You... why are you looking at me like this?"
Thinking of the vicious and clever rumors about this guy in front of him, and then seeing him looking at him like this, Zhang Bao suddenly felt a little nervous.
I don’t know if there was something wrong with Zhang Fei’s posture when he and Xiahou had a baby.
Both of the daughters of the Zhang family are exquisite and have a clear heart.
Zhang Xingcai has a plan.
Zhang Xingyi had black water in his abdomen.
When it came to Zhang Bao, his talent in martial arts was greatly improved. No one among his peers could match him, but he was a person with a clear mind.
As for Zhang Zun, he was even more crooked. He only studied and did not practice martial arts...
