"I wonder how Lord Haugbel is doing now?"

As soon as he heard that Shengjing had fallen, Fan Wencheng naturally knew Huang Taiji's thoughts.

Hauge, as Baylor who stayed in the rear, lost the national capital, and his crime can be punished, once the matter cannot be hidden, Hauge's best ending is to be imprisoned, and even Huang Taiji can't protect him.

Only at this time pinched Baylor's pigtails and suppressed a few, then Huang Taiji would have the capital to bargain with them, and each of them would make a concession, Baylor would return to his original position, and Hauge would not be questioned.

It is because Fan Wencheng does not mention the matter of interceding for Mang Gultai at all, and His Majesty needs to use this matter to maintain the prestige of Hauge and himself, and it is no longer as simple as wanting to strengthen the imperial power.

"No news." Huang Taiji said worriedly, "Before going south, I told him that all the people near Dongjin Mountain would be moved to Hetuala, and it seems that it was still effective, but Amin did not hesitate to take risks and attack Shengjing, and now I am afraid that he will not be able to bear it, and lead the army back to help, Amin, the old fox, will most likely ambush halfway, and if he has a calculation or no intention, it will be bad." ”

"No news is probably a good thing." Fan Wencheng comforted, "Lord Haugebelle may be holding his troops in Hetuala, and if there is no war, there will naturally be no news." ”

"I hope so." Huang Taiji was deeply worried in his heart, even if he faced Amin himself, the victory or defeat was only five or five, and Haoge was still a little tender.

Sighing heavily, Huang Taiji immediately felt his breath rushing upward, his throat was itching unbearably, and an earth-shattering cough rang out.

"Your Majesty!" Looking at Huang Taiji's face flushed from a violent cough, Fan Wencheng was anxious and had the heart to step forward to help, but he was not a minister, so he could only look at it like this because of etiquette, "I'm going to call someone in?" ”

Huang Taiji didn't bother to raise his head to speak in the midst of coughing, waved his hand at Fan Wencheng, and coughed a few more times before he could breathe.

"Your Majesty, state affairs are busy, you can't do without Dajin, please take care of your body."

Huang Taiji took out a silk scarf and wiped the corners of his lips, "It's not in the way, there is already a Chinese doctor who has prescribed a prescription for me today, and after taking a few doses of medicine, it's almost the same." ”

Everything was over, Fan Wencheng was about to say goodbye, and suddenly he felt something, and stood in place in a daze.

"Fan Zhangjing! What do you think of again? ”

"Oh, Your Majesty, forgive the minions for their misdemeanor." Fan Wencheng hurriedly returned the salute, "The slave suddenly thought that in the past few days, it seems that there are many sick people in the army. ”

"Really?" Huang Taiji was obese, had difficulty moving, and the heat was unbearable for the past two days, so he stayed in the camp to escape the heat, and he had to deal with all kinds of troubles, but his understanding of the army was not as good as that of Fan Wencheng.

"That's right, Your Majesty." After thinking about it carefully, Fan Wencheng became more and more sure, "In the past few days, there have been more and more sick people in the army, and they are all like Your Majesty, coughing non-stop." ”

"It's all Han Chinese." Huang Taiji obviously didn't take it to heart, he knew that the Han people would definitely not be much better because of the lack of food.

And these days are very hot and dry, and digging ditches and building walls, it is normal to get sick.

Fan Wencheng shook his head, "Otherwise, Your Majesty, there are indeed many people in the Han who are sick, but there are also many people in the Mongolian people and our Jurchen athletes." ”

"Really?" Huang Taiji paid some attention to this, "Has anyone died of illness?" ”

"Not yet."

"It's late tonight, tomorrow I will pass on my will, regardless of Jin, Mongolia, or Han, once a dead person dies, all dig pits and bury them deeply, and don't let their corpses be violent." Huang Taiji reiterated this rule he had set a long time ago.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the minions will retire."

Due to the limitations of his understanding of infectious diseases, Huang Taiji can think of disposing of the corpse and reducing visits after illness, which is already remarkable, and the measures of lime disinfection and covering the mouth and nose, even in the Central Plains, are only used by a very small number of Lang Lang and are not widely recognized.

As for isolating patients, it is impossible to talk about it, and the real effect of these measures that Huang Taiji thinks is effective can only be hehe.

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"Male... Childe, come and deliver food. Surut, with a few soldiers, bumped into Zhiwen head-on and stammered as he asked.

Looking at Surut's fearful gaze hidden in his dodge, Zhiwen was amused and helpless.

On the night he returned to the Daling River, Zhiwen asserted to the others that it would not be long before something would change here.

Sure enough, within a few days, the visions began one after another.

The first thing that appeared was those fat and big, troublesome and annoying rats, and began to die one after another, and many people were quite happy at first, after all, rats are this thing, no one doesn't hate it, the more they die, the better, and they can steal less food.

But soon, happiness turned into fear, for the simple reason that there were too many dead rats, in the trenches, in the wilderness, everywhere you could see dead mice, dense places, and even with every step, you could step on the corpses of rats.

The rotting flesh and blood were trampled under the feet, and the sticky feeling was a little unbearable even for the murderous Jiannu after a long time.

In addition to making people feel disgusting, this kind of thing did not attract the attention of the Jin people, and even Fan Wencheng, who was known as a think tank, did not pay attention to it.

It's not that I didn't want to do some cleanup, but what followed was a whirlwind of disease, and people no longer had the energy to pay attention to such a trivial matter as dead rats.

Whether it is a Mongolian person, a Han person, or a Jin person, regardless of whether they are high or low, one after another, their eyes begin to be red, and then they cough, and those who are in poor health will stay up for one night at most, and then they will begin to have a high fever and coma, coughing up blood, and those who are in better health will stand up for two or three days, and they will follow in their footsteps.

The big and small Taiji of the Mongolian people, and the Beile Beizi of Houjin, although they eat well and are in much better health than most ordinary soldiers, are also not immune to this epidemic.

At first, only a small number of powerful people fell ill, and everyone followed Huang Taiji's rules and did not visit, but it was useless, the power in their hands did not bring them the slightest security, and like the lowly Han slaves in their eyes, many people fell ill and survived.

In the panic of the people, the morale dropped to the freezing point, and the offensive against Dalinghe City, after pulling out the piers outside the city, basically stopped, besieged but not attacked.

In comparison, the situation of the Sunit Ministry is much better.

The other tribes were full of mourning, and at least one adult died, but of the 5,000 Mongolian people in the Sunit department, plus nearly 10,000 Han Chinese, only less than 30 people were sick, and not a single one died.

Zhiwen gathered all these sick people together, let them greet the seriously ill ones with light illnesses, and arranged people on duty on the periphery to isolate them, and he took Xiaoying and Niuniu, a few people who had drunk pond water and escaped, to bring food to these people, and the rest of the people were not allowed to come into contact with these patients.