The miasma that spread from the forest became thicker and thicker, and many of the miasma spread all the way to the wilderness, and it rolled forward dozens of steps before it was finally blown away by the wind.

frowning, looking at the miasma that permeated from the forest, Zhuge Jun's face was solemn.

The mountains and forests are thick, and they have only just entered the forest when they encounter a miasma that will spread outward, and many soldiers have been poisoned.

Into the depths of the forest, in case of another encounter with miasma, they will be unavoidable.

"Call the guide!" Staring at the edge of the jungle, Zhuge Jun gave an order to the soldiers behind him.

The soldier answered, and rode his horse quickly towards the guide.

After a while, the guide and Dian Wei came to Zhuge Jun under the guidance of his own soldiers.

Clenched his fists and arched towards Zhuge Jun, Dian Wei stood aside and muttered to the guide.

Seeing Dian Wei muttering, the guide hurriedly clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Zhuge Jun.

Raising his hand towards the guide, Zhuge Jun asked, "In the mountains and forests, but there is this miasma everywhere?" ”

"Back to the general!" The body straightened up a little, and the guide did not put down the fists he had raised, and said to Zhuge Jun: "There is really miasma everywhere in the mountains and forests, but there are not many of them who can walk outward. When Fang entered the forest, he encountered a miasma, which was really beyond the villain's expectations! ”

Nodding, the expression on Zhuge Jun's face did not ease much.

As soon as I arrived at the edge of the jungle, I encountered a miasma, which can be described as a disadvantage.

His eyes did not turn to the guide, Zhuge Jun's face became more and more ugly, and he was silent for a long time before he asked again: "How long does it take for the miasma to dissipate?" ”

After thinking for a while, the guide said: "General Huiyu, this miasma, I'm afraid it won't be able to disperse in three or five hours!" ”

Knowing that he still had to wait for three or five hours, Zhuge Jun said to the guide: "Three or five hours, this general can wait, but the poisoned soldiers can't wait." Tired to lead the wounded doctors, find a place where there is no miasma, and find some herbs for the soldiers to come back! ”

"No!" With a fist and a bow, the guide turned and left.

After a while, Zhuge Jun saw the guide leading several wounded doctors and a group of Han soldiers to ride war horses and run towards the jungle farther away.

Before seeing the barbarians, the Han army was attacked by a miasma, and although they did not die for the time being, the poisoned soldiers looked very painful.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuge Jun didn't speak, but the look on his face already showed that what they were about to face would be an ordeal they had never encountered before.

In the days of the conquest of the Southern Barbarians, in front of the Han army, in addition to the barbarian army that would appear, there were also various dangers in the vast jungle.

Miasma may only be the easiest to deal with in the danger they encounter!

The miasma in the jungle has been coiling, the sun is shining directly on the jungle, and the soldiers of the Han army are watching the miasma overflowing the woodland dissipate little by little under the dual action of sunlight and wind.

At first, the miasma reached the edge of the jungle, and was blown by the wind, drifting like steam towards the downwind outlet, but later, the miasma that filled the air from it retreated little by little.

They are not retreating very quickly, and it can even be said that they are retreating so slowly that the human eye cannot even tell that they are retreating.

After waiting for more than two hours, the soldiers of the Han army realized that the miasma no longer spread out of the jungle, but only echoed at the edge of the forest.

From the guide, he learned that this miasma would last for three or five hours, and Zhuge also knew that he might not be able to continue the march today, so he issued an order to station the soldiers in place, wait for the miasma to dissipate, and then enter the jungle.

"General!" The soldiers set up a tent, and Zhuge Jun was about to enter the tent when a shout came from afar.

Standing at the curtain, he stopped and looked in the direction where the shouting was heard.

What appeared in his field of vision was the guide who had been ordered to find herbs two hours ago and a group of wounded doctors.

Several fast horses rushed towards him, and on the way to the run, one by one the fast horses stopped advancing, and finally rushed towards Zhuge Jun, leaving only two healthy horses.

When Zhuge Jun approached, the two men on horseback turned over and jumped down, and the guide and a wounded doctor strode up to him, clasped their fists and bowed to him in unison.

"General Qiyu, I've found the herb!" He bowed to Zhuge Jun, and the guide said: "God bless the army, not far from here, there are herbs to cure miasma. Not only did we pick herbs that were enough to heal the wounded, but we also picked a lot more! ”

Nodding, Zhuge Jun said to the wounded doctor on the side: "Hurry up and use herbs to heal the poisoned soldiers!" ”

"General!" The wounded doctor answered, and just turned to leave, the guide said to Zhuge Jun again: "Herbs not only have the effect of curing miasma, if each person takes one tablet, even if it enters the miasma, it can resist for several hours!" ”

As soon as the guide said this, Zhuge Jun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Is this true?" ”

"Seriously!" Nodding heavily, the guide said, "With these herbs, the army will no longer be plagued by miasma when they cross the jungle!" ”

"Pass the order, collect more herbs, and distribute them to the soldiers!" Knowing from the guide that there were herbs that could suppress the miasma, Zhuge Jun was full of joy and gave an order to the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers answered, turned and ran, and before long, many soldiers in the army, led by a wounded doctor who had gone to collect herbs, rode towards the hillside where the herbs were found.

The number of Han soldiers who were attacked by miasma and lying on the ground groaning in pain was not large, only more than 100 people.

At first, their moans were not very loud, but after waiting for more than two hours, the miasma invaded their bodies deeper and deeper, and they all deeply felt the discomfort of being gnawed by countless ants, and the moans were much louder than before.

A wounded doctor knelt beside a poisoned soldier, first took out a piece of herb, pounded it with a medicine nest, and fed the soldier little by little, then kneaded more herbs, squeezed out the juice, and applied it to the soldier's blisters.

The wounded doctor treated the poisoned soldiers, and there were many Han troops nearby.

Looking at Tong Ze who was lying on the ground moaning in pain, the faces of the soldiers of the Han army were full of worry.

They were worried not only about the life and death of these fellow zeals, but also about the dangers in the jungle that they had never encountered or even heard of.

It was getting darker, and the twilight at the edge of the jungle was especially short.

The black jungle was like a monster with teeth and claws, showing its fangs to the soldiers of the Han army under the cover of night.

The poisoned soldiers who had taken herbs and smeared their bodies with medicinal juices had quieted down, most of them had fallen asleep, except for a few who were still staring at the starry sky with their eyes open.

In the wilderness at the edge of the jungle, the starry sky was particularly clear, and the stars twinkled one after another, as if countless eyes were blinking, bringing a bit of tranquility to the poisoned soldiers who had not yet slept.

A poisoned Han soldier lay on his back on a straw mat, his body covered with a thin blanket.

The cool evening breeze blew past him, making him feel a little chill.

Staring at the stars, his eyes did not blink for a long time, and just as he was looking at the sky in a daze, another Han soldier who was often with him walked up to him.

"Brother, are you better?" Sitting beside him, the Han soldier held a bowl of corn porridge in his hand and said to him: "After tossing for most of the day, I think your belly is also empty, drink this bowl of porridge and then sleep." ”

The soldier looking at the stars didn't turn his head, he just sighed leisurely and said, "Brother, this time I came back from a walk around the Ghost Gate......

"Don't think so much, it's good to rest for one night, tomorrow morning will definitely be alive again!" Holding the corn porridge, the soldier sitting next to him reached out to support the back of his neck, helped him to sit up, and comforted him.

After taking a sip of porridge, he really had no appetite, and the poisoned soldier shook his head and said, "Let's drink it later." ”

"Hmm!" In response, the soldier on the side put the bowl on the ground and said to him, "Put the porridge here, if you want to eat it, you can eat two bites yourself......

"Brother, do you remember when I waited to follow His Majesty?" Putting down the porridge, the soldier was about to leave, and the soldier lying on the ground asked him softly.

Stunned by the question, the soldier thought for a moment before replying: "I have been following His Majesty for seven or eight years now!" ”

The poisoned soldier lying on the straw mat sighed lightly and said: "I have been following His Majesty for seven or eight years, and I have been domesticating war elephants in Luoyang for many years, and I have only heard my brothers fighting in the south and north all day long. I finally looked forward to the day of the expedition, and I didn't want to be knocked down by the miasma......"

"Don't overthink it!" Bending down and gently patting him on the shoulder twice, the soldier who brought the porridge said: "It will take some time to meet the barbarians, and the guide has already found herbs, so we will no longer be afraid of miasma!" ”

The comfort of his companions made the lying soldier feel a little better.

Looking at the starry sky and listening to the footsteps of his companions leaving, the eyes of the poisoned soldier revealed a hint of complexity.

There was silence in the barracks, only the "whirring" sound of the wind passing over the brazier echoed in the camp, and all that was left was the "rustle" of the leaves of the mountains and trees.

Standing at the gate of the barracks, Zhuge Jun pressed the hilt of his sword with his hand, staring at the black woodland, his face was solemn.

Under the guidance of the guide, the soldiers found herbs that could avoid the miasma, but in the mountains and forests, in addition to the miasma, they did not know what else was waiting for them.

Not only was the jungle in front of him more lush than the ones he had seen before, but even what was hidden in the forest was unknown.

Staring at the forest not far away, Zhuge Jun was thinking in his heart, once he entered the depth of the forest, and then encountered a danger like miasma in the daytime, how to deal with it.

His brows gradually furrowed, and he ordered the soldiers behind him: "Go and invite the guide!" ”