Wuhu Mingyue

In 311 A.D., December 21, at dusk, in Chang'an, on the edge of the Wei River, thousands of people dragged their families and led their families, and followed the command of the soldiers of the coalition all the way to the new camp on the other side of the Wei River.

"Ahem, mother, where are we going?"

The woman glanced at her sickly son in a panic, and couldn't help but glance at the crowd walking around

"Son, Marshal Jia is going to take us to a new camp. There are not only delicious food, but also a lot of fun, and the people there will not dislike you for having typhoid fever."

"Really? Cough cough cough, the commander-in-chief is really kind to us. Is there a doctor's wife who can cure my illness? I feel uncomfortable in my stomach and my whole body hurts, cough cough cough"

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, but she couldn't hold back the tears.

"Yes, there are medical officers there who can cure your disease."

The child's face immediately showed joy, and even the cough seemed to be a little softer.

"Mother and child must get better soon, father is gone, the child must replace father to protect mother, grow up to be a man of indomitable spirit"

The woman couldn't stop crying anymore, she hugged the child's head and buried it in her chest

"Mother, are these uncles with swords protecting us? Cough, cough, why do they cover their faces and look so fierce?"

The woman's face turned pale all of a sudden, and she even swallowed subconsciously, then glanced anxiously at the coalition soldiers around her who were wearing heavy armor and covered their mouths and noses with thick cloth

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

An old man behind the woman suddenly fell to the side of the road and kept vomiting blood

But not only did his son dare not go forward to help him, but none of the coalition soldiers who looked like menacing gods dared to go forward to have a look

The woman even pulled her child directly, walked forward a few steps quickly, and quickly opened the distance between her and the old man behind her

And at this moment

A burly general walked up to the old man who vomited blood, and then lifted the dying old man with all his strength, and carried him all the way to the simple carriage that had been prepared in advance.

"Everyone must continue on their way without delay, or they will be dealt with by military law."

At the same time, in Dazhai of the Guanzhong Allied Forces, Jiapi's big tent

"Are you sure you didn't miss it"

"I can't guarantee it completely. After all, this plague is too difficult to figure out, and Ge Hong can only identify it according to all known symptoms."

"I would rather kill by mistake"

"Don't worry, Marshal, as long as there are some minor injuries, or those who have had frequent direct contact with those patients, all of them have been taken away."

"There was no resistance"

"Ge Hong had already explained to the people in advance that he wanted to set up several camps specially designed to gather patients, so as not to infect them with the epidemic. They took them to the new camp together."

Jia Yandu nodded solemnly, and then couldn't help asking, "How many people have died now, have you done statistics?"

"There are 32 people in total, and the death symptoms are festering all over the body. As for the severe cases, there are no fewer than 300 people"

Jia Yandu's face paled instantly, and his body trembled inexplicably.

"big guy"

Jia Yandu shook his head lightly, then asked a question out of the blue

"The fire oil for the new camp is ready"

At the same time, in Yongcheng, in a room on the Fifth Yi Mansion,

Fifth Yi looked at the smiling Liang Zong and Fu Xuan's face sinking with drunken eyes, couldn't help but raised the wine cup again, and took a small sip

Liang Zong was still persuading him to drink, but Fu Xuan was ready to get up and leave

"Oh, why did Master Fu leave the banquet? Could it be that the food and drink here are not to your liking?"

Fu Xuan cast an annoyed glance at Liang Zong, whose smile was gradually disappearing, and unconsciously glanced at Wu Yi, who was silent, and then said perfunctorily, "Fu Xuan is really too drunk, and really Occasionally felt a little cold, so I ask the two adults to forgive me, Rong Fuxuan will leave first."

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"Oh, the wind and cold is not a seasonal epidemic, is it?"

Fu Xuan was inexplicably startled, and immediately looked at Fifth Yi who spoke suddenly.

The fifth Yi is the meaning of words

"Is there something wrong with the commander-in-chief and His Royal Highness the princess? Please let me know what's going on with the epidemic at this time."

But before Fifth Yi could explain, Liang Zong, who was left out at the side, pointed at Fu Xuan's nose and shouted, "Fu Xuan, what are you doing? How dare you talk to Fifth Lord like that? Why do you feel cold, Lao Tzu? Seeing that you are doing well, you just want to get away and leave, so that you can go to Yan Ding and report our secret meeting here, right? Fu Xuan, Fu Xuan, you really have a vicious heart."

"Sigh, Suiman still made such a statement, how could nephew Shihong and a villain like Yan Ding collude with a villain like Yan Ding? Their Fu clan has long since surrendered to His Royal Highness in front of the whole world."

"Hmph, so I've climbed a high branch a long time ago. No wonder I don't like Liang Zong, and I don't even want to drink with me at the same table. In this case, Liang Zong will leave first, so as not to stain your eyes, Mr. Fu."

Fifth Yi quickly grabbed Liang Zong beside him, and then persuaded him, "Why did Sui Man say this? Shihong is indeed feeling unwell, but I really have a few important matters to discuss with you when I invite you two today. some"

"I don't know what advice the boss has"

Liang Zong quickly saluted Fifth Yi respectfully.

Fu Xuan couldn't be too unkind, so he had to salute with Liang Zong

"Come on, come on, both of you have a drink and warm yourself up"

"I don't know if the boss wants to talk about business or private matters. If it's a private matter, please forgive Fu Xuan's rudeness. I don't seem to have anything to talk to the boss. If it's for business, then the boss should bring Master Yan Ding together. Please come and discuss it in detail so that it will not be unfair."

"Fu Xuan, are you deliberately humiliating the old man? You know that Yan Ding relied on him as the hero who escorted King Qin all the way. He has always been ashamed of the fifth old man and us Guanzhong people, and even dismissed you. How dare you say such unkind words.”

"Fu Xuan is not from Guanzhong, nor is he a private minister of His Royal Highness King Qin. If the fifth boss and General Liang are dissatisfied with Yan Ding, they can express it face to face." To be continued