At this time, the sky behind Zhao Guang suddenly slashed a thunderbolt, and looking from the direction of the barbarians, he only felt that this ghost general was really a ghost and a god:

Covered in dark clouds, summoning thunder and lightning, leading the ghost soldiers, mortals have no way to harm them, and everywhere they go, blood flowers float in the sky......

"Ghost ...... The Ghost King is here......"

"The Ghost King is here!"

The barbarians couldn't help but tremble, involuntarily followed the shout, and then turned around and ran directly, only hating their parents for having two legs missing.

"Boom!"

God seemed to be pleased with such a miracle, and struck another thunder.

When the barbarians heard it, they only said that the ghost king was coming behind with thunder and lightning, and at that moment the crying father and mother rushed backwards, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads.

Meng Shu was stunned from the high platform of the central camp, and after a group of men and horses emerged, the periphery was immediately defeated, and before he could react, the rout was about to spread to the core of the encirclement.

What the hell is this?

"Hurry up and find out?"

Meng Shu shouted loudly.

Without his orders, some cronies had already run to investigate the situation, and after a while, they came back with a pale face, "King Hui, it's the ghost king, the ghost king sent his ghost to come......"

"you!"

Meng Shu kicked over his cronies and scolded angrily, "If you dare to disturb the army's heart, you will ......be killed!" ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "boom", and a huge lightning bolt struck directly on the flagpole erected high on the high platform.

almost blew Meng Shu's ears deaf.

While his ears were buzzing, his legs went limp, and he knelt directly on the high platform with a "plop".

At that moment, his heart was tightly clamped like something, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

The blood in the whole body is directly coagulated and frozen.

He only felt that there was a huge god staring at him majestically, and the slightest bit of disrespect on his part would smash him to pieces on the spot.

Meng Shu subconsciously knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, not daring to look up at the sky.

After waiting for a while, thunder sounded in the distance, but no thunder and lightning struck the high platform.

Only then did Meng Shu dare to raise his head, he felt that his legs were a little disobedient, and he almost fell when he wanted to stand up.

"Retreat...... Retired ...... Retire! ”

When Meng Shu regained a trace of consciousness, his first reaction was to withdraw from the army.

Whether it was the thunder and lightning summoned by the Ghost King or the wrath of the gods, Meng Shu felt that he couldn't fight anymore, and the lightning above his head just now was a warning to him.

How do you know that the cronies around him are still trembling at this time, lying there and not daring to raise their heads, and the upper and lower teeth in their mouths are fighting each other, "Lord Ghost King...... Oni King...... I don't dare, I don't dare anymore......"

At this time, his eyes and heart were full of that huge lightning, he even felt that his hair had stood up, and his soul almost rose into the air, where could he still hear what Meng Shu was saying?

Meng Shu didn't care about him, and climbed down the high platform with his hands and feet in a bit of trembling.

When he came down from the high platform and couldn't see the sky, he felt that he had avoided the gaze of the gods, and hurriedly shouted heartbreakingly, "Retreat, retreat!" ”

It's horrible, it's horrible!

Zhang Bao was in the fight with Eshun, because of distraction, Eshun took the lead, and at the same time, he was beaten by Fang Tianji between his chest and abdomen, and he had been suffering from a faint pain, and his strength was gradually exhausted, and now he could only grit his teeth and struggle to support.

At the same time, I was lamenting in my heart, could it be that I Zhang Bao was really going to die here?

Unexpectedly, a dull voice suddenly came from this time, "Brother Zhang, don't panic, wait for Guang to help you!" ”

A silver spear stabbed from the side, directly helping him block Eshun's Fang Tianhalberd, and then a knife light flashed, it turned out that Wang Xun took advantage of the Fang Tianhalberd in Eshun's hand to be framed, looked at a gap, and slashed directly in silence.

Eshun hurriedly stepped back, avoiding the fatal blow.

"Who are you?"

E Shun saw Zhao Guang's strange ghost mask and asked hesitantly.

"Under the Ghost Throne, the Ghost General is also!"

Zhao Guang under the mask was originally laughing, but after being filtered by the mask, it turned into a strange smile when it reached E Shun's ears, which looked extremely gloomy.

E Shun was furious when he heard this, "An dares to bully me?!" ”

As he spoke, he was going to come up with a halberd, ready to come up with a one-on-three.

At this moment, the sound of gold suddenly came from the rear handsome tent.

"How could the king withdraw at this time?"

Before E Shun could figure it out, the soldiers on his side immediately retreated like a tide like an amnesty, and many of them even lost their weapons just to run faster.

The military order must be disobeyed, and E Shun had to look at the three people opposite him vigilantly, while slowly retreating backwards.

Zhao Guang didn't chase after him, he kept Feng Yong's words in mind, only save people, not fight.

So he and Wang Xun protected Zhang Bao, and at the same time retreated backwards.

The rebels are now only in a peripheral rout, the central battalion is still there, and his number is still too small compared to the rebels, and it is already beyond his expectation to be able to rescue Zhang Bao so easily.

This is to support my brother's reputation in Nanzhong......

But if you are too greedy, you will be in danger of being besieged again.

And the barbarian general on the other side can force Brother Zhang to be like this, his martial arts must be above him, and if he goes up by himself, he is afraid that he will not be able to get benefits.

His martial arts are no match for Brother Zhang's.

But he didn't know that if he could come up with a way to bypass Eshun and go straight to the enemy's camp at this time, maybe he would really be able to scare Meng Shu into abandoning the camp and fleeing, thus breaking the enemy's camp and making the greatest contribution since the southern expedition.

It's a pity that Meng Shu was struck by the thunder and lost his courage, and now only Meng Shu himself and his cronies know, but others have no way of knowing.

After the two sides disengaged, they turned around and went their separate ways.

"Don't panic! Step back slowly! ”

E Shun saw that the other party did not take the opportunity to catch up, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly, trying to reorganize the defeated soldiers.

It's just that the defeated soldiers were frightened by the rumors of the ghost king of their own people, and they all scurried around like headless flies, how could they listen to him?

At that moment, he was so angry that he cut down a few defeated soldiers who shouted the loudest, which made the chaotic defeated soldiers restrain a little.

Wang Ping stood on the city wall, watching the barbarians below suddenly attack the city like crazy, and suddenly retreat like crazy, and even gave up the cloud ladder that had been erected, feeling a little dazed.

If he hadn't known that Meng Huo was now the last rebel army, he would have thought that this Meng Huo was also his own person - he took the initiative to expose the ambush soldiers, and pushed out all the ladders and threw them away, is there anything more obvious than this?

But one way or another, it's a good thing that the enemy retreats.

Not only did he retreat, but Zhang Bao outside the city was also rescued.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "The enemy is defeated!" ”

"The enemy is defeated!"

"The enemy is defeated!"

The city was filled with cheers.

Under the city, Feng Yong greeted Zhao Guang and the others who had returned from victory with a happy face, and before he could get closer to speak, a young man in the crowd opposite saw Feng Yong, and his face changed.

I saw that he suddenly stepped out of the crowd, grabbed his arm directly, and asked hurriedly, "Why are you here?" ”

Feng Yong was stunned and hesitated, "Are you ...... Zhang Junhou? ”

Just now Zhao Guang and Wang Xun hugged this person to the middle, except for Zhang Bao, there should be no one else.

"That's right, I'm Zhang Bao."

The young man nodded, with an anxious look on his face, and asked repeatedly, "How did you end up here?" Aren't you in Jincheng? ”

"No!" Feng Yong asked a little inexplicably, "I went to Pingyi a long time ago, and now I came from Pingyi." ”

"You...... Why don't you stay in Jincheng? ”

When Zhang Bao heard this, a look of annoyance immediately appeared on his face, "You are running around like this, isn't An Guo going to Jincheng for nothing?" It's still a trivial matter to suffer a lot, and it's really going to be delayed, you ...... You ......"

He said a few "you" in a row, but he couldn't say any more.

Anguo has a miasma, he doesn't know about it, if you really want to talk about it, it's no wonder that he is not waiting in Jincheng.

Feng Yong heard this, and thought to himself, where do I run, it's my business, even if you are little Lori's brother, you can't care about my legs, right?

When I heard the word Anguo, I thought about it for a while, and then I remembered that this was Guan Xing's word, and I immediately felt empty.

"Brother-in-law...... cough, Guan Junhou is looking for something to do? ”

"Yes, and it's a big deal." The anxiety on Zhang Bao's face was even stronger, and he let go of Feng Yong, so anxious that he was a little anxious.

"He had a miasma a few days ago, and before he returned, he told me that you may have a way to heal him, so he will go back to Jincheng to find you. But you are here now, and he goes back to look for you, so how can it be good? ”

Hearing this, Feng Yong's heart sank, and he asked with a fluke mentality, "What are the symptoms of the miasma that Zhang Junhou had?" ”

"First fatigue, then chills, then high fever does not go away, and after sweating, it can be no different from ordinary people."

"How often? Isn't it a day? ”

Feng Yong listened, his heart sank, and he asked.

There are many types of plague in Nanzhong, but falciparum malaria and daytime malaria are the most common.

Listening to Zhang Bao's description, I can't be wrong, it's obviously daytime malaria.

"You really know!"

Zhang Bao was overjoyed, "Do you have a cure?" ”

I've got a fart cure!

Feng Yong's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water.

The joy of the barbarians' defeat vanished at once.

For the treatment of malaria, artemisinin is the first choice, and cinchona cream is the second.

Don't think about the latter, because that thing is native to South America, unless Feng Yong can really row without slurry, it all depends on the waves, and directly waves across the Pacific Ocean......

As for the former, it is as patriotic as the tung oil - the world only has the artemisinin content of the yellow artemisia produced in southwest China.

Feng Yong didn't know how much information he had turned over when he was debating with others on the Internet, and he couldn't know more about this artemisinin.

This thing doesn't dissolve in water at all, and it decomposes when heated.

So if you want to make a sauce in cold water, or if you want to fry it in the traditional way, don't even think about it.

If you want to get it, you still have to use organic solvents.

Organic solvents are not a problem, after all, ethanol is also an organic solvent, so before Feng Yong went south, he specially made high-grade wine, and after walking all the way, he soaked all the way of Artemisia annua, and the artemisinin concentration in it should be enough.

But this thing has to be physically extracted in the end!

If it was in the afterlife, even at home, as long as he was willing to spend time and money, he would be able to make artemisinin crystals himself.

But here is antiquity!

Well, in fact, if physical extraction really had to be done in ancient times, it could actually be done, and it would cost some manpower and material resources at most.

It doesn't matter if the purity is not enough, the quality is not enough, you can make up the quantity, it's not a big deal.

But the injections are the biggest problem!

Because if you drink artemisinin directly from wine, like Feng Yong, the effect is much weaker than direct injection, and the concentration in the human body may not be able to meet the standard of killing malaria parasites.

In later generations, oral artemisinin was actually a derivative of artemisinin after natural extraction.

So although Feng Yong made preparations early and used wine to produce artemisinin, it was just an experimental product!

After all, the malaria in Nanzhong is too famous, and he has to deal with malaria when he cultivates Nanzhong, so he is going to take some prisoners of war to mess with people? physical test, but I never thought that I would practice with my uncle as soon as I came up......

Because this is too much of a gamble on character.

And it is a gamble on character with more losses and fewer wins.

Holding the wine soaked with artemisinin, there was comfort in his heart, but if he really gambled on the fluctuating probability, Feng Yong was quite annoying.

Seeing Feng Yong's gloomy face that was about to drip water, Zhang Bao's excitement was like pouring a basin of cold water on his head.

"You...... Can't you? ”

Who the hell can't do it?

When your sister grows up, let her come to me to see the goldfish and see if I can do it!

Feng Yong was so irritable that he couldn't do it, he sighed, and said angrily, "Before going south, didn't I ask Sanniang to tell him how to prevent the plague?" How could he still be infected with such a terrible disease? ”

Yo ho!

Do you know who you're talking to?

Dare to use such a tone?

Zhang Bao then said in a somewhat frightened tone, "Listen to it, but I accidentally got bitten by that mosquito a little more......"

It looked a little like a kid who had done something wrong.

"An Guo later regretted it, saying that he should pay more attention."

Everyone quietly watched Feng Langjun teach Zhang Junhou a lesson......

Malaria is a ghost asking for life, and ordinary people don't even dare to listen to such things.

Now they heard Zhang Bao say that Feng Yong might have a cure, and they all listened with bated breath, for fear that if they coughed, they would miss a word.

Even after going down the city wall, Wang Ping, who was thinking of coming over to meet Feng Yong and his party, quietly stood aside and became a quiet bystander.

It was a tall general behind him, looking at everything in front of him with a look of horror, thinking that it was possible...... Is the reincarnation of the Ghost King true?

Otherwise, how could he possibly subdue the ghost who asked for his life?

Feng Yong raised his head and sighed, the sky rumbled again, and the raindrops the size of beans finally crackled.

A few drops happened to fall into the mouth of Feng Tuqiu, who opened his mouth to the sky, making him "blush" twice, spit out the rain in his mouth, and then said quietly, "It's thundering and raining, let's go back to avoid the rain first." ”

Everyone was waiting for him to say if he could be cured, but they didn't expect him to pose for a long time, and such a sentence came out, and almost everyone almost flashed their waists at the moment.

Zhang Bao has been a grandson for a long time, and he got such a sentence, how can he give up easily, and he grabbed his hand anxiously and angrily, "You haven't said whether you can cure Anguo!" ”

Feng Yong sighed again, "I can only say that I try my best to treat such a vicious disease, as for whether it can be cured or not, it still depends on the will of heaven." ”

At the same time, I finally understood in my heart, no wonder the history books said that Guan Xing died in the past two or three years, and it turned out that he had malaria during the Southern Expedition.

Malaria is not only a thing that can torture people to the point that life is worse than death, but it was also a terminal disease in ancient times.

Thinking of this, he remembered again, this bud ...... It seems that it has been hung up in the past few years?

Thinking like this in his heart, he frowned again, and looked at Zhang Bao a few times with a strange look in his eyes.

"You...... What are you doing with me? ”

Thinking of the cruel and vicious rumors of this guy in front of him, and seeing him looking at himself with this kind of eyes, Zhang Bao suddenly felt a little drumming in his heart.

I don't know if there was something wrong with the posture when Zhang Fei and Xiahou made the child.

The daughters of the Zhang family, both of them are exquisite.

Zhang Xingcai has a strategy.

Zhang Xingyi has black water in his abdomen.

And when it comes to Zhang Bao, the talent for practicing martial arts is full, and no one can compare with him among his peers, but he is a person who has one intestine to the end.

As for Zhang Zun, it is even more crooked, only studying and not practicing martial arts......