Shi Siming, who arrived in front of Tongguan, looked at the towering city wall, his whole face was like the hazy sky at this time, scattered with hostility, hatred, and the desire to conquer that did not belong to his age.

Just to cross a few mountains, he lost tens of thousands of sergeants, and his opponent was still an inconspicuous woman, the princess of the Tang Dynasty, and now the unfathomable princess should sit at the head of the city and watch the play, even if their sergeants have been stationed in the mountains full of earth fire, they will cause unnecessary losses because of the damn weather.

He had inspected most of the military camps this morning, and there were few who were not tired, which could be described as weak, and some were sick, and he did not dare to guarantee that this battle would be able to break through Tongguan.

Shi Siming picked up the empty earthen jar in his hand and threw it out vigorously, smashing the jar that had once contained black powder and iron sheets, it was this kind of thing that caused his army to suffer heavy losses.

In this battle, they had no weather time and no favorable location, the ground was muddy, the grass and trees were wet, and it was easy to get their bodies wet, which aggravated the difficulty of the march.

The next thing is repair, he can only look at the direction of Tongguan hatefully, if he chooses to continue the march at this time, many years of experience tell him that he will be completely defeated, stationed in this kind of place, the trebuchet may also be eroded by moisture, in this way, wouldn't it be in the hands of the princess who protects the country.

Shi Siming withdrew his horse and walked down the mountain, feeling the moisture wafting in the mountains and forests, and had the idea of pulling out the camp and retreating, the sergeant was tired and the army was unstable.

Three days later, the rain was still the same, and from time to time a mist rose from the mountains and forests, and the wooden blocks at the top of the tent dripped crystal clear water droplets, which smashed on the face of a bearded man whose face was pale from illness.

For the first time since he set out on the expedition, he felt something abnormal in his body, he was a strong warrior on the grassland, his breathing was a little sticky, because of the inhalation of the mist in the mountains and forests, his lungs were not uncomfortable in the morning, with the thick feeling of inhaling green smoke, like thorns piercing his throat and extending to his lungs.

He looked at his immobile companions lying in the tent, his own condition had been calculated, but he did not know when it would be alleviated, he went outside in the drizzle, knelt on the wet ground, and prayed to the gods of heaven to remove the sickness from his body.

After praying to the gods, Gelby returned to his tent, lit the wet wood, and poured water and slices of dried meat into the small round pot until a faint green smoke rose from the stove made of a few stones.

After boiling for a long time, the gurgling sound seduced the stomachs of the five sergeants in the camp, they were very hungry, and the bearded man who was lying on the bed with a pale face and lost his blood barely supported his head, turned around, looked at the spoon in Gelby's hand, and his eyes were full of longing.

Gelby smiled at his companion and said in his usual tone, "It'll be right away!" ”

As the chef in charge of the five-person fire, when it was time to eat, he was the boss, the boss in charge, Gelby was a little dizzy at the moment, after all, he was not the one with the best physical strength, he was slightly infected, and unconsciously, he stayed in such a heavy rainy day for more than ten days.

Holding back the dizziness of his head, he stirred the broth, smelled the sweet smell of mutton soup, took out the wooden bowl from his bag, and at this time the wooden bowl grew a little black mold, picked it off with his fingers, sniffed it again, picked up some water droplets dripping from the corners of the wood, and cleaned it at will.

Gelby didn't care about this, he was already used to this kind of life when he entered the damp and unbearable mountains, and occasionally heard those dead soldiers who came back alive say that they should be especially careful underground, that kind of strange flames, which would explode when they stepped on them, the kind that burned people, and every time they talked about flames, those who received a string of copper coins and a leg of mutton would exclaim, this is the punishment of the gods.

Putting aside the idea of divine punishment, Gelby filled a bowl of broth, came to Husel, a fellow Hu man lying on the sickbed, and stretched out his rough hand to pat the sleeping other.

Gelby looked at the other party's closed eyes as usual, and wondered if his skin was too white, he felt a little strange, this should not be the state of a normal person, at least, like him, the eyes were full of brilliance, and the skin was dark and bright, full of the color of a living person.

He patted his companion Husel on the shoulder again, trying to wake up the other party, but there was no response, Gelby looked surprised, and shouted casually in Hu, "Wake up, wake up!" Prairie Lamb Soup is ready! ”

Such words attracted the attention of the other three companions, who invariably chuckled in unison, and impatiently walked to the pot, and began to grab a spoonful of broth to drink, making a clanging sound.

"Hey, you can leave some for me! I'm a cook! Anyone can go hungry, but the cook can't! Gelby yelled half-jokingly, but couldn't help but cough violently, and the soup in the bowl swung out of the edge and rolled past his fingers.

A hot sensation brought him back to his composure, Gelby frowned, he actually coughed, an unnatural cough, the same coughing sound as Husel, sighed, felt that the disease was likely to be contagious, shifted his gaze to his companion on the sickbed, and continued to pat.

Still unresponsive, he patted Husel's face with his fingers, making two unusual white marks, and soon Gelby noticed the coldness on his fingers, the abnormal coldness, as if nothing was normal after coming to this mountain.

The unsteady Gelby patted Hussell's face hard, but there was no response, he was shocked, and pushed the opponent's body again, causing it to roll over, and there was still no movement, it was difficult to die.

A strong thought flashed through Gelby's mind, and his face twitched, and he kept shaking the wooden bowl full of soup, letting the hot and steaming soup splash on his hand, and his tone was alarmed and panicked, "Husel? What happened to you? ”

He's dead! Really died, just now there was still gas, and the companion who had just glanced at him died quietly like this, because of illness, because of a strange disease!

Gelby's body appeared strange, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and the thought of dying washed over his head over and over again, and several other companions came over and shouted, pushing Husel, who was not even reacting, and all made terrifying sounds.

Soon, the commotion here attracted the attention of the surrounding camps, and many sergeants came to 'visit' the sick and dead guys, almost all of them had such abnormalities, and the physical discomfort of being in the humid mountains and forests for a long time gradually caused the disease.

The panic spread, and the order of the entire Hu Ren military camp gradually collapsed, and for a time it was found that there were hundreds of sick and dead people, all of whom had the same symptoms, and even if the doctor came, the prescription did not have much effect.

After Shi Siming got such news, the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and he almost fell over, and it was less than a month after he arrived here, it rained heavily, the ground was damp, the sergeant was sick, and the military spirit of the entire army was completely disordered.

Within a few days, many deserters began to appear, Gelby and his three companions were among them, they fled back the way they came, as long as they returned to the city, back to Shaanxi County, maybe he would be saved, in this strange mountain, there is no village in front of the village, there is no shop, only waiting for death.

These situations made Shi Siming feel bad, he felt bad, not because he deserted among the sergeants, he also felt that his body was uncomfortable, there was an abnormality, and if the black armor army attacked at this time, it would be really unfavorable. Read the latest chapter of "Steamed Tang Claw Book House" for free for the first time.