The stars are shining brightly, and the moon is hanging high.

In Bianliang City, Yang Lin walked a few steps at the door, his palms a little sweaty.

"Yang San!" The voice was a little unexpectedly high-pitched, Yang San came over with sleepy eyes, and said with a bitter face: "Young master, I can sleep at home, and I will go on the expedition immediately, and my body will collapse, and it is not worth it." ”

Yang Lin was furious and kicked over, this treacherous little guy had already hidden.

"Hehe, young master, calm your anger, who are you going to, young master, you speak." In the past few years, I have been messing with my own young master for a long time, and Yang Sanzui's problem is getting worse and worse.

No way, as a competent cadre of the Great Song Dynasty, who does not have a good relationship with him, he has to be a little iron with the driver, otherwise how to walk the streets and alleys and go deep into the skirt... In the group, ahh

After all, Yang San quickly drove the carriage over, Yang Lin lowered his voice and said softly: "Keep up with the front, Liu Tiju's carriage, tonight... Let's go to his house. ”

Yang San had a chill, and his face changed a little in fright, young master, he... Liu Tiju... Glancing at himself, Yang San was even more frightened, the appearance of Xiao Liu and I is comparable, I will follow the master to the sea in the future.

They were about to set off, when a hurried sound of horses' hooves came, accompanied by an afterimage, and the knight rolled off his horse: "Shaozai, Yunnei military situation!" ”

Yang Lin was startled, the military situation came so late, looking at the appearance of this post soldier, he was afraid that it was not simple at this time, he jumped down from the carriage, helped the pale post man and asked, "What's the alarm?" ”

took out a secret letter from his arms and handed it to Yang Lin's hand, and the post guard began to gasp for breath.

With the help of the lantern at the door, Yang Lin unfolded the letter, and his face suddenly changed.

Inside and outside the city of Yunzhou, the fight was too tragic, the corpses were everywhere, no one restrained, after several days of heavy rain, the soaked corpses rotted, and were exposed to the scorching sun, and the plague has been formed.

The seed master Dao was old and his resistance was weak, and after rushing to Yunnei from Yingzhou, he couldn't afford to fall ill.

The old man is the leader of the Western Army, maintaining the many factions in the Western Army, so that they can still unite a little. The old seed is down, life and death are between the two, and I don't know what the front line is like.

General Qin Long, who is dissatisfied with each other, who else can maintain the situation.

The outer courtyard of Zhaodefang, a small courtyard, is full of medicinal fragrance.

This is the safest place, when Uncle Xu sleeps, he doesn't even lock the door. Just pin it with a small stick.

He has already taken over the family, anyway, this is also his uncle's house, and his family and children often go to the inner courtyard to play.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, accompanied by a few shouts, and Uncle Xu said slightly angrily: "What kind of person disturbs other people's dreams in the middle of the night, how can it be reasonable." ”

The lady of the Xu family was dressed and wondered: "Could it be that my uncle has lost power?" ”

This sentence scared Uncle Xu slightly, he was completely sleepy, and he was sweating, so he pulled on his shoes and hurriedly walked to the small courtyard, looking out through the crack in the door.

This look almost scared him to death, and he happened to meet a pair of eyes, and he was also looking in.

"Good nephew, it's me, your dearest uncle."

Uncle Xu panted slightly, opened the door, and said, "Tomorrow on the expedition, uncle still hasn't slept yet?" ”

After Uncle Xu opened the door slightly, Yang Lin said with a smile: "My good nephew, as the so-called rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, and 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, hooked his shoulders and carried him outside, only to see a team of guards who were already ready to go.

Torches were raised, and a long line was formed, clustering around a carriage in the middle.

After Yang Lin dragged him up, he lifted the curtain and looked straight: "The military situation is urgent, there is no delay, give me a whip and set off!" ”

Old seed, old seed, you have to hold on.

Xu Shuwei, who already knew what was happening, wore the clothes brought by the sergeant and said with relief: "Uncle don't worry, there are many kinds of plagues, and many times they can be cured and prevented. ”

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Early in the morning, outside Bianliang City, the officials who were waiting to send Shaozai off learned from the forbidden army guarding the city that Yang Shaozai had set off overnight.

The plague in the land of Yunnei has reached a very serious level, and the fight has not stopped since the Jin soldiers went south.

The Jurchens drove from the Jin Kingdom, I don't know how many Khitan cattle they drove, killed and abandoned the roadside at will, and there were countless casualties during the siege.

These Jurchens who came out of the ice and snow did not know the severity of the plague, and there was no plague in them.

Now it is the middle of summer to autumn, and after the heavy flood, there are too many soaked corpses, and after the decay, the boils are prevalent, and the epidemic is fumigated in the city, and the death of the epidemic is innumerable.

In the barracks, there are many people, and once infected, it is difficult to stop it from spreading.

Yang Lin's heart was like a knife, these elite soldiers desperately protected the border pass, did not let the alien race step into the Song Realm half a step, and did not kill or injure a single Song people.

If you don't die in front of the battle, but you are infected with the plague, it is even more unacceptable.

Inside the big tent, the smell of the decoction was unpleasant, and the planter was lying on the bed, covered by a curtain.

Outside the tent, Yao Gu was masked with a white cloth, his eyes were round, his eyebrows flew into his sideburns, and he beat his hands and said: "In just ten days, there are more than 3,000 dead in the army!" This is still us, in Datong City, our Western Army's old robes Ze Qin Fengerlang, I don't know how many have died! ”

Yang Keshi stood aside, also with a sad face, Rao is known as the first fierce general of the Western Army, Yang Keshi is helpless in the face of the plague.

"The most important thing now is to conquer Datong Mansion, rescue the trapped Western Army, and then transport the old Xianggong back to Yanmen Pass, and ask for famous doctors for treatment."

The plague was both a natural disaster and a man-made disaster, and when it took the lives of the Song people, it did not spare the Jurchens.

In fact, they have long been unable to tolerate the scorching heat and humid weather. In history, the Manchurian people who also came from Baishan and Heishui once retreated north because of the summer vacation, giving Nanming the last chance, but unfortunately... I didn't grasp it.

In the Jurchen camp, the camp was also full of sick and weak, so that the two sides of the fierce battle had been exempted from fighting for seven days.

You know, before that, I fought until dusk every day.

Wanyan Aguda's face was ugly, and there were not many people in him, and compared to when the Great Song Dynasty came, it was even rarer.

Every Jurchen soldier is his own capital, and a Jurchen warrior on the battlefield can be worth twenty Khitan soldiers, but they are all equal in the face of the plague.

The Jurchens from the icy and snowy land are even more susceptible to infection. Moreover, the Jurchens' worship of natural forces and natural objects convinced them that this was the punishment of nature.

There were no medics in the camp, only strangely dressed shamans casting spells. Shamanism had a prominent position among the Jurchens, whether it was killing each other between tribes, fighting between clans, or fertility, sickness, death, etc., all of which were cursed, prophesied, and divined by shamans (male witches).

Exorcise the plague. When these people practiced witchcraft, they danced wildly, and all the Jurchen generals were silent and bowed their heads.

The entire Jurchen camp was in a low spirit.