Coughing, falling to the ground, and dying... The Yan army who rushed back to the camp suddenly became chaotic shortly after entering the camp. Seeing their companions falling down one after another, everyone became confused and confused. However, the military order was like a mountain. At first,
The panic was not enough to make them run away, until the leader of the team and the deputy commander of the camp also lost their lives in violent coughing. Fear finally spread uncontrollably. I don’t know who shouted first,
The entire team broke up and fled outside the camp.
The Yan army couldn't tell where the poison came from. They only knew that the antidote they had taken was useless, and they would die if they stayed in the camp... After all, the burning black smoke was not directly fatal, it just had
The effect of the antidote was destroyed, and the 'killing' effect was also greatly reduced. The black smoke that filled the camp was not enough to make all the antidote taken by five thousand people lose effectiveness in a short period of time.
At least 30% of the five thousand heavy troops were lost in the black smoke, but the most fatal thing was the deputy commander and below. A group of core generals were leading the camp in the front line. As a general, he was naturally skilled in martial arts and physically strong, and his breathing was much better than that of ordinary soldiers.
More powerful, they inhaled the most black smoke and died the most miserably. Without the restraint of their chief officers, the remaining soldiers could only run away desperately, hoping to be as far away from the fatal camp as possible. Everyone was looking out for their own safety.
Life, so no one paid any attention to it. Among the fleeing team, there was an additional pawn with a wounded face.
With the camp unable to return, the Yan army who survived had only one place to go.
People inside Zheqiao Pass were in panic.
First, the whereabouts of the commander and the cavalry team who rushed to the Red City were unknown. Then came the bad news that the camp was in trouble. The deputy commander led his troops back to rescue. Unexpectedly, a few hours later, three thousand stragglers fled back with fear on their faces.
The joy of occupying Nanli Xiongguan has long since disappeared. In the eyes of the Yan army, the folding bridge pass is no longer a shining military achievement. It has returned to what it was when it first arrived: a ghost town.
They themselves were trapped in the ghost town, unable to enter or retreat. At night, even though the commander strictly ordered not to whisper to each other, some brave soldiers quietly gathered together, carefully watching the patrolling captain and whispering
They were talking to each other, but no one knew what happened, so everyone was guessing... Could it be that the Nanli people had been prepared in advance, otherwise how could there be no news from Hongcheng? Or the imperial court had captured the mountain camp.
, otherwise why would a poison suddenly appear in the camp, and even the antidote is ineffective?
The more unfounded the speculation, the more unfounded it becomes, and the more unfounded the fear, the more the rain keeps coming, and the soft rustling sound comes in from the cracks in the door and through the window lattice, squeezing into the ears and into the bottom of the heart, lingering. Listen.
After listening for a long time, I suddenly realized that the sound was like black and white footsteps. The soldiers who were not on duty had already gone to bed, but most of them could not sleep. They rested their heads on their arms, stared at the dark roof in silence with their eyes open, and listened to the light drizzle.
The sound...until a shrill gong suddenly sounded outside: three hits on the head, pause, another hit on the head, and so on.
The startled soldiers were slightly relieved. They understood the meaning of the gong sound, which was not that the enemy was attacking, but that there was a misfire. But there were also some shrewd ones who had doubts in their hearts: How could there be a misfire if it was raining continuously? Unless it was being poured down.
The kerosene must have been deliberately set on fire.
First, the warehouse storing medicinal materials at Zheqiao Pass caught fire, followed by several medicinal materials stores in the city... The fire was not big and could have been easily extinguished. However, those who rushed to put out the fire all started coughing as soon as they approached the fire scene, and then
Lose your life.
No one could put out the fire, and the fire grew bigger and bigger. However, because of the humidity in the air, there was no open fire, only billowing black smoke. It was only at this moment that the defeated soldiers in the city who had just escaped from the camp suddenly realized
, the scene in front of me, and the burnt smell in the air, are so familiar!
The fire is not terrible, but the trouble is impossible to save; the fire will not spread, but the black smoke will spread wantonly. And the situation in the Duoshan camp has finally reappeared here, with more and more painful coughs, more and more...
The corpse fell to the ground. Everyone who died in front of him was a brother who ate from the same bowl as him. And at the next moment, would there be one more of him among the corpses lying on the ground?
In just one stick of incense, the whole city was in chaos. Fear completely dispelled reason, and nearly 10,000 soldiers in the city ran wild. It was often seen that some military commanders were wielding long swords and loudly restraining their subordinates... They were not trying to stop them, they just wanted to sort them out.
The team evacuated in an orderly manner, but no one listened to their orders. They swarmed towards the city gate. Among the soldiers, at any time, someone would suddenly scream miserably, put their hands on their throats, cough up blood, and fall to the ground. Others would burst out in exclamation, thinking hurriedly.
To avoid him, there were crowds and tramples, and the pitch black night obscured everything except the blood-red layers that stood out.
The casualties were countless.
To the north of Zheqiao Pass, upwind, Ayiguo stood on a hill and looked in the direction of Zheqiao Pass. Her visibility was limited in the dark night. With her eyesight, she could not see anything at all. She was getting a little impatient with her waiting.
, asked Shi Xiaoxiao next to him: "Yang Wazi followed the rebels into the city and set fire... Why is there still no movement?"
Shi Xiaoxiao's five senses were far better than hers, and he responded calmly: "There is movement, you can't see it, you might as well listen carefully."
Sure enough, while listening attentively, chaotic sounds came faintly from the Zheqiao Pass, and Ayiguo's face lit up: "Gotta get it, get it, it's finally chaos!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of clothes breaking in the wind. In the midst of a vigorous leap, Song Yang jumped onto the hill and took a few long breaths. He had been holding his breath for so long in the city that he still couldn't breathe fully evenly at this moment.
Ayi Guo came up to him happily: "That's amazing, I really underestimated you back then."
Shi Xiaoxiao also stepped forward and handed the half of the body that he was temporarily taking care of to Song Yang's hands: "It's intact." After saying that, he hesitated for a moment and asked again: "Have you considered it? At Zheqiao Pass,
How many people did you kill during this round trip to Seoshan Camp?"
Song Yang shook his head: "I don't think so."
Shi Xiaoxiao's voice was slightly dull: "I'll probably figure it out for you..."
Before he could report the numbers, Song Yang interrupted with a wave of his hand: "No need to calculate, I know it's not enough." He suddenly smiled, and this smile was really relaxed: "However, after killing so many people, I feel so sad in my heart
Much more comfortable.”
Song Yang carefully carried half of his already sealed body on his back, and looked at Shi Xiaoxiao again: "Why help me?" Shi Xiaoxiao had followed him all the way since he left the Red City Army garrison, and
Song Yang had never asked 'why' before, until now.
Shi Xiaoxiao smiled: "There is my most important thing in the red city, and you helped me protect it. I will come out with you to see if I can help. It's normal."
Ayiguo said with a smile: "The monk also knows how to repay kindness, is he a brother of friendship?" Then, he took two steps closer and said, "What is this thing, so important, do you want to talk about it?"
Shi Xiaoxiao ignored it.
An hour later, Zheqiao Pass turned back into a dead city. The Yan army stationed in it left thousands of corpses behind, and the rest fled. At dawn the next day, the fire naturally extinguished, and by noon, the charred smoke was completely dissipated with the wind and rain;
Soon after, countless lives were washed away in this scene, the murderous rain finally stopped, the haze collapsed and the sky cleared, and a tomorrow hung high.
When it was almost sunny, Song Yang and others returned to Hongcheng.
Even though he was exhausted physically and mentally, he still had endless tasks to do. Qi appeared with the half-buried corpse, sewed up the remains of his relatives with his own hands, and offered three pillars of fragrance to pay homage to the spirits in the sky. Tears kept rolling down his face, and the prayers in his heart were loud and enough.
Every drop of Song Yang's blood is boiling: You can collect the interest I sent you, and you have to laugh!
Ignore my howling, you have to laugh, you must laugh.
After arranging the bodies of their relatives, they also need to heal Shi Xiaoxiao, Ayiguo and himself, especially the scars on their faces; then give the antidote to Mr. Hu and so on.
After all this work, Song Yang returned to his residence and fell asleep.
Shi Xiaoxiao hadn't rested yet. He explained clearly to Prime Minister Zuo one by one what he had done with Song Yang. The latter was shocked when he heard: "One Song Yang almost destroyed the Yanduoshan Camp."
?!"
Then, Mr. Hu laughed loudly, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Well done! The Yan people destroyed one of my important border towns, and we can take out one of their border camps. It's not a big loss!"
No matter how many intrigues and fights are fought for power and profit in the court, Mr. Hu is an official of Nanli after all. He knows very clearly when to deal with internal affairs and when to deal with external affairs. Now that this battle has been fought, the more thorough it is, the better. As for what will happen next
What, it has nothing to do with this. In the past few days, reinforcements from surrounding towns have been pouring into the Red City, creating a tense and busy atmosphere of an imminent war.
After laughing, Mr. Hu's tone calmed down again: "According to what you said, this poison source is the only one?"
Everyone is a smart person. Since Yan State pays so much attention to the source of poison, it is not difficult to find suspicions and draw conclusions.
Shi Xiaoxiao had figured this out a long time ago, smiled and nodded, and said in a relaxed tone: "It should be true. Without this source of poison, the Yan people will no longer be able to launch the flood epidemic."
Mr. Hu continued calmly: "With this corpse, Nanli, as long as we find a way to induce and control it, we will have the trump card of 'flooding epidemic'!"
Shi Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment: "This... this is a disaster. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself. Also... this corpse is Song Yang's relative, and he will never agree to disturb the deceased again. No
He presides over it. If you want to crack it and control the source of the poison, it may not be easy."
Mr. Hu smiled: "Nanli has more than one doctor, Song Yang. If you want to crack the source of the poison, you may not have to rely on him. As for the corpse, my relatives... I'm very sorry. This is not something he can decide, and the same goes for me.
I can't be the master." At this point, he sighed: "Try to make up for it elsewhere, that's all you can do. The imperial court will definitely control the plague god of waterlogging."
After a long sleep, he didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day. When Song Yang got up, he realized that Qin Zhui had already been here, but he couldn't bear to disturb him because he was sleeping all the time. After hastily washing up, the two left the post house and walked around to confirm.
After no one was following him, he came to the door of an inn. Qin Zhui smiled ugly, but his eyes were warm: "Room No. 3, go ahead...and thank you, brother." After saying that, he reached out and patted Song Yang hard.
shoulders.
Song Yang understood what he was thanking, but his face was still covered with thick ointment and he couldn't return the smile. He waved his hand and walked into the inn.
As soon as he entered the room, Ren Xiaoqian walked up to him quickly, with tears in his eyes: "I've heard all about it, is it Dr. You?"
When Song Yang nodded, her tears fell down, and she choked with sobs and said reluctantly: "You, don't be sad." She tried to persuade Song Yang not to be sad, but she cried out.
Stretching out her soft arms, Ren Xiaoqian wanted to be like a mature woman, holding her sweetheart in her arms to comfort him and warm him, but when she hugged him, she realized that she was not hugging him, but falling into his arms.
...I am just a little deer, Song Yang is the mountain.
Soft fragrant nephrite, true tranquility, gradually, Song Yang indulged in it, a wound that only relatives can lick.
After such a long time, Song Yang breathed out softly, came to his senses, and gently stroked Ren Xiaoqiao's hair: "I need your help with something."
Ren Xiaozai wiped away his tears and nodded vigorously...