Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh punishment
The stars are bright and the moon is high.
In Bianliang City, Yang Lin walked a few steps at the door, his palms a little sweaty.
"Yang San!" The voice was unexpectedly high-pitched. Yang San came over with sleepy eyes and said with a grimace: "Master, I can sleep at home. It's not worth it to go to war right away and ruin your body."
Yang Lin was furious and kicked him, but the cunning boy had already hid.
"Hey, Master, please calm down. Whose house are you going to? Master, please speak to me." After hanging out with his young master for a long time in the past few years, Yang San's problem with his mouth has become more and more serious.
There is no other way. As a competent Song Dynasty cadre, if you can't have a good relationship with anyone, you have to be tough with the driver. Otherwise, how can you walk through the streets and get into the skirts... of the crowd, ah, the masses.
After all was said and done, Yang San quickly drove the carriage over. Yang Lin lowered his voice and said softly: "Follow Liu Tiju's carriage. Tonight... let's go to his house."
Yang San felt a chill, and his face changed a little with fright. The young master... Liu Tiju... glanced at himself, and Yang San was even more frightened. My appearance and that of Xiao Liu Tiju are almost the same. From now on, I
It's better to go to sea with the master.
They were about to set off when a rapid sound of horse hooves came, and along with an afterimage, the knight rolled off his horse: "Where is the young master, Yun Nei Junqing!"
Yang Lin was startled. The military news came so late. Judging from the appearance of the postman, he was afraid that it was not simple at this time. He jumped down from the carriage, supported the pale-faced postman and asked: "Why are you panicking?
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He took out a secret letter from his arms and handed it to Yang Lin's hand. The postman began to breathe heavily.
Using the lantern at the door, Yang Lin opened the letter and his expression suddenly changed.
The fighting inside and outside Yunzhou City was so brutal that there were corpses everywhere, and no one stopped them. After days of heavy rain, the soaked corpses rotted and were exposed to the scorching sun, forming a plague.
Zhong Shidao was old and his resistance was weak. After he rushed from Yingzhou to Yunnei, he couldn't get sick.
Lao Zhong is the leader of the Western Army, maintaining the numerous factions within the Western Army and allowing them to be more united. When Lao Zhong falls, life and death are at stake, and he doesn't know what kind of chaos the front line will become.
General Qin Long is dissatisfied with each other, who can maintain the situation?
In the outer courtyard of Zhaodefang, a small courtyard is filled with the aroma of medicine.
This is the safest place. When Xu Shuwei slept, the door was not even locked. He only held it in place with a small stick.
He has already brought his whole family over. This is his uncle's house anyway, and his family and children often go to the inner courtyard to play.
Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door, followed by several shouts, and Xu Shuwei said angrily: "Who is disturbing other people's dreams in the middle of the night? How unreasonable."
The wife of the Xu family put on her clothes and asked in surprise: "Could it be that my uncle has lost power?"
This sentence frightened Xu Shuwei so much that he lost all sleep and was covered in sweat. He put on his shoes and hurried to the small courtyard, looking out through the crack in the door.
This sight almost frightened him to death, but he happened to meet a pair of eyes, also looking inside.
"Good nephew, I am your dearest uncle."
Uncle Xu was breathing heavily, and while opening the door, he said: "We will go on an expedition tomorrow, and uncle is still not asleep?"
After Uncle Xu opened the door slightly, Yang Lin smiled and said: "My good nephew, as the saying goes, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Now the time has come for you to serve the country."
Xu Shuwei, who had not yet put on his clothes, was dragged by Yang Lin, shoulder to shoulder and carried outside, where he saw groups of personal guards ready to go.
Holding torches, they lined up in a long line, surrounding a carriage in the middle.
After Yang Lin pulled him up, he opened the curtain and said with a straight face: "The military situation is urgent, we can't delay, hurry up and whip your horse and set off!"
Old man, old man, you have to hold on.
Xu Shuwei, who already knew what happened, wore the clothes the sergeant brought and said with relief: "Uncle, don't worry, there are many kinds of plague, and many of them can be treated and prevented."
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In the early morning, outside Bianliang City, officials waiting to see off Shaozai learned from the imperial guards guarding the city that Yang Shaozai had set off overnight.
The plague in the land of Yunnei has reached a very serious level. Ever since the Jin soldiers went south, fighting has never stopped here.
The Jurchens drove an unknown number of Khitan animals from the Jin Kingdom, killing them and leaving them on the roadside at will. During the siege, they suffered countless casualties.
These Jurchens who came out of the ice and snow did not know the seriousness of the plague. There was no plague among them.
Now is the time when midsummer turns to autumn, and there are floods again. There are too many corpses soaked in them. After the rot, the malaria is prevalent. The city is fumigated by the plague, and countless people have died from the epidemic.
In military camps, people are concentrated, so once infected, it is difficult to prevent its spread.
Yang Lin's heart felt like a knife piercing his heart. These elite soldiers fought tooth and nail to protect the border, and did not let the foreigners step into the Song Dynasty. No Song people were killed or injured.
It would be even more unacceptable if he did not die in front of the battle, but contracted the plague.
Inside the big tent, the smell of decoction was unpleasant. Master Zhong was lying on the bed, covered by a curtain.
Outside the tent, Yao Gu covered his face with a white cloth, his eyes widened, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and he beat his hands and said: "In just ten days, more than 3,000 people died in the army! This is still our place, and in Datong City, our Western Army
In the old days, Qin Feng'erlang of Paoze, I don't know how many people died!"
Yang Keshi stood aside with a sad look on his face. Even though he was known as the most powerful general in the Western Army, Yang Keshi was helpless in the face of the plague.
"The most important thing now is to capture Datong Mansion, rescue the trapped Western Army, and then transport Mr. Zhong back to Yanmen Pass and seek treatment from famous doctors."
The plague was both a natural disaster and an epidemic. When it took the lives of the Song people, it did not spare the Jurchens.
In fact, they had long been unable to bear the scorching heat and humid weather. Historically, the Manchus, who also came from the White Mountains and Black Waters, once evacuated north to escape the summer heat, giving Nanming the last chance. Unfortunately... they didn't seize it.
The Jurchen camp was also full of sick and weak people, so much so that the two sides had been able to avoid fighting for seven days.
You know, before this, we were fighting until dusk every day.
Wanyan Aguda's face was ugly. He didn't have many men and horses. Compared with when the Song Dynasty came, they were even rarer.
Every Jurchen enemy is his own capital. One Jurchen warrior can be worth twenty Khitan soldiers on the battlefield, but all are equal before the plague.
The Jurchens who come from the world of ice and snow are even more susceptible to infection. Moreover, the Jurchens' worship of natural forces and natural objects makes them believe that this is a natural punishment.
There are no military doctors in the camp, only weirdly dressed shamans casting spells. Shamanism plays a prominent role among the Jurchens. Whether it is fighting between tribes, battles between clans, or fertility, disease, death, etc.
Wizards (wizards) come to curse, prophesy and divination.
To drive away the plague. When these people performed witchcraft, they danced wildly, and all the Jurchen generals were silent and lowered their heads.
The entire Jurchen camp was in low fighting spirit.