Coughing, falling to the ground, dying... The Yan army, who hurriedly returned to help, had only entered the camp not long after, and the team suddenly became chaotic, seeing that the companions around them kept falling, everyone became suspicious, but the military order was like a mountain, and the initial panic was not enough for them to flee, until the leader of the team and the deputy commander of the battalion also lost his surname in a violent cough, and the fear finally spread irrepressibly, I don't know which one shouted first, and the whole team scattered in a hurry, fleeing towards the outside of the camp.

The Yan army couldn't tell where the poison came from, they only knew that the antidote they had taken was useless, and they were left in the camp to die...... After all, the black smoke that burns and dissipates redness will not be directly fatal, it only has the effect of destroying the antidote, so the effect of 'killing' is also greatly reduced, and the black smoke in the camp is not enough in a short time to make all the antidote that 5,000 people have taken ineffective.

5,000 heavy soldiers, at most 30% of the loss under the black smoke, but the fatal thing is that the deputy commander and the following core generals are in the front team to lead the advanced battalion, as a general, the natural martial arts are superb and the body is strong, and the breath is far more powerful than ordinary soldiers, they inhale the most black smoke, and they die the worst. The remaining soldiers were not restrained by the commander, and they were left to run desperately, hoping to get as far away as possible from the deadly camp, and everyone cared about their own surnames, so that no one paid attention at all, and in the fleeing ranks, there was an extra pawn with a wounded face.

The camp can't go back, and the surviving Yan army has only one place to go.

…… The people in the bridge pass were panicked.

First, the whereabouts of the commander and the cavalry team who rushed to the Red City were unknown, and then the bad news of the suffering of the camp came, and the deputy commander led the troops back to the rescue, but after a few hours, 3,000 stragglers fled back with fear on their faces.

The joy of occupying Nanlixiong Pass has long since disappeared, and at this time, this folding bridge pass is no longer brilliant in the eyes of the Yan army, and it has returned to the appearance of the first arrival: a ghost town.

They themselves are trapped in a ghost town, unable to enter or return. In the evening, even though the commander strictly ordered not to talk to each other, some of the brave soldiers quietly gathered together, and talked in a low voice while carefully and vigilantly inspecting the captain, and no one knew what was happening, so everyone was guessing...... Could it be that the people of Nanli have been prepared, otherwise why would there be no news from the Red City? Or maybe the imperial court has taken the mountain camp, otherwise how could there suddenly be a poison in the camp, and even the antidote is ineffective?

The more you speculate, the more unprovoked it becomes, the more fearful it is, and the rain doesn't stop, and the rustling sound comes in from the cracks in the doors and window lattices, squeezing into the ears and squeezing to the bottom of the heart, lingering. After listening to it for a long time, I suddenly realized that the sound was like a black and white impermanent footsteps. The unworthy soldiers had gone to bed, but most of them could not sleep, resting their heads on their arms, and silently staring at the dark roof with their eyes open and listening to the light drizzle...... Until a piercing gong suddenly sounded outside: three blows to the head, pause, three blows to the head, and so on.

The startled soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, they understood the meaning of the gong, it was not the enemy attacking, but the fire. But there are also some shrewd people, and doubts arise in their hearts: how can the rain continue, how can it go off? Unless you douse fire oil on fire and set it on purpose.

First, the warehouse where the medicinal materials were stored in Zheqiao Pass caught fire, followed by several medicinal herb shops in the city...... The fire was not too big and could have been easily extinguished, but as soon as they approached the fire, all of them began to cough and die.

No one could put out the fire, and the fire got bigger and bigger, but because the air was humid, there was no open flame, only billowing black smoke. It was only at this moment that the remnants of the defeated soldiers in the city, who had just escaped from the camp, suddenly realized how familiar the scene in front of them and the smell of burnt paste in the air were!

Fire is not terrible, and the troublesome cannot be saved; The fire will not spread, but the black smoke will spread unchecked. And the situation in the mountain camp has finally reappeared here, more and more painful coughs, more and more corpses fall to the ground, everyone who died in front of them is a brother who eats in a bowl with himself, and the next moment, will the corpse on the ground have one more self?

In just one stick of incense, the whole city was in chaos. Fear completely dispelled reason, and nearly 10,000 soldiers in the city scattered in all directions. It is often seen that some captains with soldiers waving long knives loudly restrain their subordinates... They didn't want to stop them, they just wanted to organize the team and evacuate in an orderly manner, but no one listened to their orders at all, and they swarmed towards the city gate.

The dead and wounded are innumerable.

…… In the north of Zhiqiao Pass, upwind, Aigo stood on a hill, looking at the direction of Zhiqiao Pass, she could see limited in the cloudy night, and she couldn't see anything at all with her eyesight, she waited a little impatiently, and asked Shi Xiaoxiao beside her: "Yang Wazi followed the chaotic army into the city to set fire... Why hasn't there been any movement? ”

Shi Xiaoxiao's five senses were far better than hers, and she responded lightly: "There is movement, you can't see it, you might as well listen carefully." ”

Sure enough, while listening intently, a chaotic voice faintly came from the broken bridge pass, and Ayigo's face was happy: "I want to get it, I want to get it, it's finally messed up!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a sound of clothes breaking through the wind came, and in the vigorous vertical running, Song Yang jumped up the hill and took a long breath. I have been holding my breath in the city for so long that my breathing has not been fully adjusted at this moment.

Ayigo greeted him happily: "It's amazing, I really underestimated you at the beginning." ”

Shi Xiaoxiao also stepped forward and handed the half of the corpse he was temporarily guarding to Song Yang: "It's intact." After speaking, he hesitated slightly, and then asked: "Have you calculated, how many people did you kill in the back and forth of Zheqiao Pass and Duoshan Camp?" ”

Song Yang shook his head: "I didn't count." ”

Shi Xiaoxiao's voice was slightly muffled: "I'll probably calculate the ...... for you."

Before he could report the number, Song Yang waved his hand and interrupted: "Don't count, I know it's not enough." He smiled suddenly, and this smile was really relaxed: "However, after killing so much, my heart is much more comfortable." ”

Song Yang carefully carried the half of the corpse that he had already sealed on his back, and looked at Shi Xiaoxiao again: "Why help me?" "From the time he left the Red City Army, Shi Xiaoxiao followed him all the way, and Song Yang never asked 'why' until now.

Shi Xiaoxiao smiled: "There is my most important thing in the Red City, and you helped me keep it." I'll take you out with you and see if I can help, it's normal. ”

Ayigo grinned: "The monk also knows that he is a righteous brother!" Then, he took two steps forward: "What's the matter, it's so important, let's hear it?" ”

Shi Xiaoxiao ignored it.

…… An hour later, the bridge pass turned back into a dead city, and the Yan army stationed in it left thousands of corpses, and the rest fled; The fire was extinguished at dawn the next day, and by noon, the scorching smoke had completely dissipated with the wind and rain; Not long after, the rain that washed away countless lives and killed people finally stopped, and the haze shattered and cleared the clear, and a round of light hung high.

It was almost sunny when Song Yang and the others returned to Hongcheng.

Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, but the work on his hands was not finished, he revealed the half of the corpse that had been buried before the appearance, stitched up the remains of his relatives with his own hands, and the three pillars of incense were sacrificed to the spirit of the sky, the tears on his face kept rolling down, and the prayer in his heart was loud, enough to boil every drop of Song Yang's blood: the interest sent down, you can accept it, you have to laugh!

Leave me alone, you have to laugh, you have to laugh-

settle the bodies of relatives, and also heal Shi Xiaoxiao, Ayigo and himself, especially the scars on his face; Then give the antidote to Master Hu and so on.

After all this, Song Yang returned to his residence and fell asleep.

Shi Xiaoxiao hadn't rested yet, and explained what he had done with Song Yang to Prime Minister Zuo one by one, and the latter was shocked when he heard it: "A Song Yang almost destroyed the Yanduoshan camp?!" ”

Then, Master Hu laughed, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Good kill!" The Yan people ruined a border town for me, and we pulled out one of his border pass camps, which is not too much of a loss! ”

No matter how intrigue and power are in the court, Lord Hu is an official of Nanli after all, and he knows very clearly when to be internal and when to be external. Since this battle has been fought, the more thorough the better, and as for what will happen next, it is irrelevant. In the past few days, the reinforcements transferred from the surrounding towns and governments are flowing into the Red City, and there is a tense and busy atmosphere of imminent war.

After laughing, Master Hu's tone calmed down again: "According to what you said, this poisonous source is the only one?" ”

Everyone is a smart person, and since Yan Guo attaches so much importance to the source of poison, it is not difficult to find doubts and draw conclusions.

Shi Xiaoxiao had already figured out the matter, nodded with a smile, and said in a relaxed tone: "It should be, the Yan people have no this poisonous source, and they will no longer be able to start the waterlogging epidemic." ”

Master Hu calmly continued: "I Nanli has this corpse, as long as I find the doorway to induce and control, I will also hold the killer weapon of 'waterlogging plague'!" ”

Shi Xiaoxiao was stunned: "This... It's a scourge, and the slightest mistake can hurt you. And also... This corpse is Song Yang's relative, and he will never agree to disturb the dead again. Without him presiding, it is not easy to crack and control the source of the poison. ”

Master Hu smiled: "Nanli is not only a doctor in Song Yang, if you want to crack the source of poison, you may not have to rely on him." As for the corpses, loved ones...... I'm sorry, it's not something he can do, and I can't be the master either. Speaking of this, he sighed: "Try to make up for it elsewhere, that's the only way you can do." The plague god of waterlogging will definitely be controlled by the imperial court. ”

…… fell asleep, and he didn't wake up until the afternoon the next day, and after Song Yang got up, he realized that Qin Cone had already come, but he couldn't bear to disturb him when he saw that he had been asleep. After a hasty wash, the two left the post house, and after making sure that no one was watching behind them, they came to the door of an inn, Qin Cone smiled ugly, but his eyes were warm: "Dizi No. 3 room, go...... Also, thank you brother. As he spoke, he reached out and patted Song Yang's shoulder heavily.

Song Yang understood what he was thanking for, but his face was still covered with thick ointment, and he couldn't return the smile, so he waved his hand and walked into the inn.

As soon as he entered the room, Ren Xiaozhu hurriedly greeted him, with tears in his eyes: "I've heard everything, is it Imperial Doctor You?" ”

When Song Yang nodded, her tears slipped down, choked and reluctantly: "You, don't be sad." She persuaded Song Yang not to be sad, but she cried out herself.

The soft arm stretched out, Ren Xiaoyu wanted to make herself look like a mature woman, holding her sweetheart in her arms to comfort him and warm him, but when she hugged him, she realized that she didn't embrace him in her arms, but fell into his arms... He is just a fawn, and Song Yang is the mountain.

Soft fragrant nephrite, the real Qingning, gradually, Song Yang indulged in it, and only his relatives could lick the wounds.

After such a long time, Song Yang exhaled lightly, came back to his senses, and stroked Ren Xiaozhuo's hair: "There is something I want you to help with." ”

Ren Xiaoyu wiped away his tears and nodded vigorously......

(To be continued)