In the second year of the first peace, the war in the spring and summer can be described as unpredictable and dazzling.

Who would have thought that Dong Zhuo's army, which was once noisy, was almost single-handedly expelled from Luoyang City by Sun Jian, who was defeated first and then victorious.

The people in Hedong County also felt the same way, originally thought that the white wave thieves who invaded the south in the spring would cross Fenshui, conquer the city, and plunder, but they did not expect that the huge number of white wave thieves was defeated by Yan Xing, the recently famous captain of the Dang Kou, with inferior forces, just to the edge of Fenshui.

As a result, many Hedong soldiers who left their hometowns and fled south for refuge celebrated, thinking that the thieves would soon be pacified, and they would soon be able to return to their Sangzi homeland, but the intense war was quietly and abruptly stopped, and the two sides chose a truce to raise troops, and the defeated Baibo thieves still occupied most of the cities in the northeast of the river.

After this series of battles, Sun Jian, who had recovered Luoyang, finally chose to return to his division to fight with Zhou Ang under Yuan Shao for Yuzhou, and Yan Xing had already died down and led his troops into Linfen City.

In a remote barracks outside Linfen City

Under the moonlight, the four fields are silent. Yan Xing's face was wrapped in black veil, walking between the camp tents filled with the smell of herbs, followed by Ma Lin and Da Niu, who were also wrapped in black veil, the faces of the three were solemn, and their steps were hurried, and under the guidance of the soldiers who led the way, they soon arrived outside a military tent.

Outside the tent, the torches were bright or dark. Outside the tent door was standing at this time an old doctor with gray hair, his thin hands hung down in his sleeves, his eyelids were also lowered, as if he had fallen into a state of false sleep, when he heard the hurried footsteps of Yan Xing and the others sounding nearby, he was embarrassed to raise his head, and when he saw clearly that it was Captain Dangkou, he opened his mouth in surprise.

"Captain, this place is really dangerous, Kui Jun is waiting for him-"

"I see!"

Before the old doctor could finish his words, Yan Xing had already interrupted him, and walked past him quickly, opened the door of the tent, and walked straight into the tent.

Ma Lin and Da Niu also followed, the old doctor looked at the solemn faces of the three people, his shriveled mouth opened and closed slightly, and finally he didn't say anything, he has been a doctor for many years, and he has seen a lot of this situation, at this time, whether it is to say anything to the patient, or the patient's relatives and friends, it will not help.

in the military tent

Yan Xing, who entered quickly, stopped heavily at this time, he saw the familiar back of the bed wrapped in a quilt on the bed in the tent, the patient on the bed was facing the tent wall at this time, Yan Xing couldn't see his face, but smelled the strong smell of herbs in the tent, for some reason, Yan Xing's heart suddenly mourned, and his voice became a little choked.

"Atong, we're coming to see you."

After receiving the news that Kui Tong was critically ill at night, Yan Xing galloped overnight, he forcibly held back his choked voice, pulled down the black veil on his face, and slowly came to Kui Tong's bed with Ma Lin and Da Niu.

At this time, Kui Tong on the bed finally reacted, he turned around with difficulty, and after seeing Yan Xing's face, his already dull eyes unexpectedly flashed a glimmer of brilliance, two pale lips moved, the prominent Adam's apple rolled a few times, and finally made a low sound.

"Shao-kun, you--are here."

"Yes, here we are."

Looking at the colorless and skinny Kui Tong on the sickbed, thinking of the good man who could gallop and shoot on horseback and go into battle to kill the enemy in the past, today he was tortured by the epidemic into this appearance, Yan Xing's voice choked again, he endured his grief, and could no longer speak.

Scenes from the past came to his mind.

The light man who followed him out of the fortress to trade with the Qiang people, the knight who followed him to the east, the cavalry soldier who had been tempered from many bloody battles, the white dogs gathered in a battle in formation, the life-threatening run on the edge of the river, the happy reunion in the prisoner camp, and the spirit of galloping to the east of the river······

Now, it has come to an end.

Although Yan Xing knew that seven or eight of the ten soldiers who were infected with the epidemic would not survive in the end, and although he knew that the goodbye to Kui Tong would come sooner or later, it was still difficult for him to accept that this day would come so quickly!

Back then, those tribes and knights who followed him out of Yungo fought hard in the battle array of the troubled times and withered away, and now there are only a handful of people who can survive, and now, even Kui Tong is leaving.

Seeing Yan Xinghu's eyes full of tears, his choked voice and speechless, the terminally ill Kui Tong had a little strength at this time, he squeezed out a smile on his pale face with difficulty, and said angrily:

"Shaojun, Tong--I have to go first, I have to see Yunwu's friend who I haven't seen for a long time--and the robes in the army, it's hateful-I can no longer follow Shaojun-I go into battle to kill the enemy-I hunt on horseback, hateful, I can't return to Jincheng again, I can't see the orchid on the plug, and I can't drink the wine of Hexi anymore-"

After saying these words, Kui Tong almost exhausted the only strength in his body, and he soon fell into a blur again, his thin arms trembling slightly, and his mouth moaning and shouting vague words.

"Go out of the east gate, don't care about returning, come to the door, sad and sad-"

Yan Xing and others listened to it for a long time before they heard Kui Tong's moaning, and it was actually widely sung by the folk "Journey to the East Gate", this "Journey to the East Gate" depicts a miserable and magnificent picture: the protagonist walks out of the house and doesn't want to go home, but his wife and children are difficult to give up. As soon as I entered the house, I saw that the house was surrounded by four walls, and life was hopeless, so he drew his sword and went out, and his wife was afraid that something would happen, so he cried and dissuaded him, but the hero still felt that there was no way out, and finally waved his clothes away.

Kui Tong was born and raised in Jincheng, his family was poor since he was a child, and he was connected to the border fortress, Han, Qiang, and Hu fought endlessly, his parents died in the military disaster, and his brothers and sisters were either taken captive or lost on the battlefield, he had no wife and no children, alone, followed Ganling to Yan Xing, and then followed Yan Xing to fight in all directions, in the prime of life, but to end his life early, when he was dying, his soul seemed to return to the original starting point, back to the home of the four walls.

Kui Tong's Adam's apple on the hospital bed was still rolling, but he couldn't sing anymore, Yan Xing clenched his teeth, raised his head and withdrew the hot tears into his eyes, and when he lowered his head again, his face was already flushed.

"There is no bucket of rice in Anzhong, and there is no hanging clothes on the shelf.

Draw the sword and go to the east gate, and the mother in the house is holding her clothes and crying:"

Yan Xing picked up the tune that Kui Tong stopped, and continued to sing "East Gate Travel", his voice was originally loud and majestic, but now his mind is agitated, and the "East Gate Journey" sung out is even more desolate, and the grief and indignation of a strong man are vividly sung, Ma Lin and Da Niu also have similar faces, and sing along with the beat.

In the blur, hearing the familiar singing, although Kui Tong couldn't speak, but the tears in his eyes couldn't help but flow out, he moaned and wanted to raise his weak arms, and beat the beat, but unfortunately in the end he could only shake slightly, unable to move.

"His family wants to be rich and noble, and the concubines and the king share the food.

The upper use of the canglang is sophistical, and the lower should use this yellow mouth. Not today! ”

Singing this Li, Kui Tong on the sickbed let out a long hiss, and made a final sound, like a shaking string suddenly breaking, his slightly trembling arms stiffened, and his whole body completely fell back to the bed, not moving at all, and no longer making any sound.

Seeing this scene, the muscles on his face suddenly spasmed, and he lowered his voice and said:

"Shaojun, Kui Jun is waiting for him-"

Yan Xing also saw this scene, his face was miserable, but he did not speak, but insisted on singing the last sentence of "Journey to the East Gate".

"Duh! Yes! I'm too late! Gray hair is difficult to live for a long time nowadays. ”

After singing, Yan Xing stood on a shaky body, he took a breath, stabilized his body, shook his hand, and said:

"Let the healer in!"

After receiving the order, the old doctor who was standing by not far from the tent was brought in, and after the old doctor entered the tent, he came to the sickbed, and after checking it well, he turned back to Yan Xing and said:

"Captain, Kui Junhou, he's gone!"

Hearing the expected but unacceptable words, Yan Xing could only close his eyes in pain, and did not speak for a while.

"Captain, the corpse of Kui Junhou?"

The old healer looked at Yan Xing for a while and didn't speak, he thought that Yan Xing was still hesitating about Kui Tong's future.

According to the new decree in this plague camp, the corpses of these sick and dead soldiers must be transported overnight in corpse trucks to the remote wilderness for deep burial at night. As for the refugees and prisoners who died of disease, the treatment was even more severe, and their bodies had to be gathered in one place every day, burned and buried, and relatives were strictly forbidden to bury their bodies privately to prevent a new spread of the disease.

When people die like life, not only popular thick burial and heavy sacrifices, but also pay attention to the integrity of the corpse, a variety of expensive maintenance methods to bury the corpse among the nobles are also mostly adopted, such as the epidemic camp in this method of choosing wasteland to bury, burn and bury, if it is not a matter of life and death, it will not be so unsympathetic and strict implementation.

Yan Xing heard the old doctor's inquiry and knew what he was worried about, he quickly opened his eyes, looked at the gray-haired old doctor, and said:

"Everything should be done according to the decree of the battalion!"

"No!"

After the old healer heard Yan Xing's answer, he hurriedly agreed, and then quickly retreated to arrange for the corpse to be buried deeply.

Ma Lin waited until the old doctor left, looked at Kui Tong's stiff body on the sickbed, he pulled the corners of his mouth, approached Yan Xing's side, and began to persuade:

"Captain, the Si people have passed away, and this place can't stay for a long time, and the army can't be left without an owner for a day, so I'd better leave quickly."

Da Niu also nodded and persuaded:

"Please also ask the captain to mourn, although the Kui army is gone, but Song has been in accordance with the captain's instructions, for the Kui army to find orphans as heirs, when the Kui army is not cut off blood food, the military is important, please return to the camp!"

Looking at Ma Lin and Da Niu's earnest looks, Yan Xing also knew that it was pointless for him to stay here any longer, but it would only shake the military spirit that had just stabilized again, he nodded, and finally looked at Kui Tong, who had been closed by the medical craftsman, then turned around and strode out of the tent.

Outside the plague camp, the long neighing of horses sounded, followed by the sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground, and a gust of night wind blew, and the sound of horses' hooves faded away.

Yan Xing on the saddle, looked around the four fields, only to see the moonlight dim, quiet all around, there was a terrible sound of night owls in the dense forest, the capture was accompanied by the howl of jackals foraging, and there was even a little ghost fire in the wilderness in the distance, fluctuating, even if it was a knight who had experienced a hundred battles, he was hurrying in the dark night, and saw such a ghostly scene, and he couldn't help but feel kinship.

Yan Xing silently withdrew his gaze, focusing his gaze on the road in front of the horse, he shook the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said silently in his heart:

"This is the autumn of the second year of the first peace, the sad song of the world, and the season of the Han family!"