Molested Zulong at the beginning

Meng Tian couldn't help being stunned when he heard this unfamiliar word.

Bai Su simply explained the principle of the plague to her.

After hearing that if the plague is not well controlled, it may cause hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of casualties, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Meng Tian's forehead.

She hurriedly asked: "Young Master, what should we do?"

Bai Su said: "Fortunately, General Meng has stabilized the three armies and did not withdraw to the Central Plains. Otherwise, once the scale expands, it will be difficult to control."

Meng Tian nodded: "I have read the Treatise on Febrile Diseases written by the young master, and I know the consequences of the spread of the plague, so I try to control it as much as possible, but I can't figure it out at all."

Bai Su rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment and said, "It's normal that you can't get the slightest clue, because the plague spreads not through corpses or river water, but those humble rats."

"mouse?"

Meng Tian was stunned, she never thought that the thing that threatened the death of countless people was actually a little mouse.

Bai Su nodded and said: "There has been a theory of the five animals in the Central Plains since ancient times. Cattle, sheep, chickens, dogs, and pigs are domesticated animals that have been domesticated for thousands of years. , or as food, most of them will not cause any problems.”

"But rats are different. Humans have not domesticated rats, and they carry a large number of diseases that are harmful to humans. If they get close to them easily, they will be bitten by the lice on rats, or they will eat rats."

"As long as the meat is not fully cooked, it will easily cause various infectious diseases after eating..."

After listening to Bai Su's explanation, Meng Tian's face suddenly revealed a look of surprise: "I said that those people who often eat wild game live short lives and die of diseases every now and then. Is it because of this? Young Master, how should we deal with it?"

Bai Su said: "After finding out the source, the next step is simple. From now on, we must strictly eat wild game, pay attention to cleanliness, and do not touch animals that died of the plague. The corpses are cremated directly to avoid large-scale transmission."

"Besides, the plague can be transmitted through close breathing, so you should wear a mask to cover your mouth and nose to prevent infection."

"At the same time, use sulfur and sprinkle it in the camp to prevent the epidemic."

"As for the time, the plague mostly broke out between June and September, which is mainly related to the breeding season of rats and fleas. As long as this period passes, it will gradually recede."

Meng Tian nodded: "That's very good, it's not too late, I'll call the soldiers to deal with it..."

Chapter 320 The seventh son is really a god

"Young master, is this thing really useful?"

Meng Tian looked at the thick white cloth in his hand, and a strange look appeared in his beautiful eyes.

No matter how you look at these things, they look like things worn by folk funerals.

Bai Su picked up a piece of white cloth, and couldn't help but say solemnly: "Don't look at this thing as inconspicuous, it's a life-saving thing."

Naturally, this thing is nothing but a mask to reduce infection.

Among them, the materials used are extremely particular, and it is worth a lot of money to see so many things.

This is the emergency thing he gathered more than half of the cloth merchants in the north, and more than 20 people, who stepped on the spinning machine and processed it overnight. There are hundreds of cars.

Most of them didn't even confiscate the money, and the merchants sent them on their own initiative.

It's not that they are so selfless, it's just that natural disasters like the plague, once they are not well controlled, they will not be able to stay out of it.

Since Bai Su wanted to take the initiative to fight the plague on the front line, they, who were in the rear, naturally had to contribute.

Firstly, it was to get acquainted with Daliang Zao, who is high above him, so as to get a favor.

The second thing is that over the years, Bai Su has been very prestigious in meetings, and was even named as the God of Wealth. Not only will he never fail to pay back the money he owes, but he has never treated anyone who cooperates badly afterwards.

This kind of business that is sure to make a profit without losing money naturally aroused the response of the Quartet.

Therefore, just as Han Xin commented, Bai Su just put up a notice to raise his arms, and without spending a penny, he had already prepared in a short time, and a large amount of supplies went north.

Even, there are many doctors in the market, following the team going north, came to help.

This kind of government, ordinary people, and merchants with different identities, all working together as one, and all parties supporting each other when one party is in trouble, moved Meng Tian's heart for a while.

Even after experiencing countless lives and deaths on the battlefield, she did not change her face, and now her nose was slightly sour.

She wiped the slightly moist corners of her eyes, and immediately said: "Okay, I'll let people send the things down quickly, and try to stabilize the situation as soon as possible."

Bai Su nodded, and bowed to Meng Tian, ​​"Then I will leave it to the general."

He watched Meng Tian's receding back, subconsciously clenched his fists, feeling a little uncertain for a moment.

Although according to the historical records, Wu Lien-teh of later generations invented the mask. Relying on these coping methods, on behalf of mankind, he succeeded in eradicating the plague for the first time.

Comparable to the modern Shennong.

But in the current environment, Bai Su didn't know whether it would work or not.

After all, there has never been a lack of variables from ancient times to the present. No one knows what will happen before the last moment. Unexpected emergencies.

Fortunately, Bai Su's worries were superfluous.

From the second day onwards, the number of sick people gradually decreased, and after seven or eight days, it began to decrease significantly.

After fifteen days, there were hardly any new patients, and the whole was completely under control.

After hearing the news, Meng Tian, ​​who had been tense for several months, finally relaxed, with a smile on his face.

Morale, which was originally sluggish, has also become excited.

Bai Su couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately, there was no accident at all.

......

......

I don't know if it was a coincidence, or God was affected by this joy.

Today's sunshine is very bright, sitting on the soft grass, enjoying the warm sunshine, makes the whole body feel lazy.

At this time, Meng Tian walked over quickly.

She was very strict with herself on weekdays and never drank in the army, but today it was rare that she came over with a jar of wine.

After seeing Bai Su, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "My lord, I have to toast you today. Thanks to my lord, the natural disaster that could have affected hundreds of thousands of troops, now the casualties are controlled at around 3000." .”

"The lives of my subordinates are all taken back by you from before the gate of hell."

Bai Su sat cross-legged on the grass, took a sip of his drink, and said with a helpless smile, "It's just luck. Although the fatality rate of this disease is high, the incubation period is very short."

"Coupled with the timely response of the general in the early stage, the rapid isolation and no large-scale spread, this gave me a chance to retreat."

Hearing this, Meng Tian shook his head slightly, staring closely at Bai Su's cheek with his beautiful eyes, and said, "Master, you are too self-effacing, if it were someone else, let alone control, maybe even me, Meng Tian, ​​would be buried in this place." It's on the prairie."

"I, Meng Tian, ​​will remember this life-saving grace. In the future, if the young master is useful to the next place, even if it means risking my life, I will do my best for the young master."

This is not bad.

The fatality rate of this plague is even more terrifying than that of the plague. Ordinary doctors would not even dare to approach it, let alone cure it.

Bai Suguang dared to go to the front line in person, his courage was far beyond ordinary people.

Seeing her persistent face, Bai Su shook his head helplessly, picked up the wine cup and took a sip.

The spicy wine flowed down the throat, accompanied by a burning sensation, and the whole body couldn't help but warm up immediately.

He glanced at the soldiers sitting in front of the bonfire drinking wine in the distance, and couldn't help asking: "General Meng, now that the morale of the three armies is gradually stabilizing, how do you plan to deal with the Xiongnu Shanyu Modun and the others?"

Meng Tian raised his slender eyebrows, put the wine cup in his hand on his lap, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Now the situation in the Central Plains is critical, I need to quell the grassland rebellion as soon as possible, and lead the troops back to defend the Central Plains. It’s too cunning, and it really gives me a headache.”

As nomads, the Xiongnu and Donghu were far behind the Central Plains in terms of weapons and armor smelting due to the lack of craftsmen and smelting blacksmiths. Almost one Han was worth five Hu.

The two armies are fighting head-on, and the Central Plains has a greater advantage.

But fighting in the hinterland of the Mobei grassland is different. The Huns understand the terrain and environment better, and the climate is more adaptable, so there will be no acclimatization.

However, the soldiers in the Central Plains will be more or less acclimatized, and there will be non-combat attrition.

If the confrontation continues for a long time, the negative buffs of various climates and logistical pressure will definitely be detrimental to the Central Plains.

We must hurry up and fight the Xiongnu and Donghu decisively, and the victory will be determined in one battle.

But Mao Dun Shanyu is not a fool, knowing that he can't fight head-on, he will definitely fight in a roundabout way, it is impossible to bet on the country's fortune head-on.

Unless there is a reason that makes Mao Dun Shanyu unable to refuse.

Bai Su put down the wine cup in his hand, glanced at the earthworms on the grass, and said with a smile: "General, you don't need to have a headache, the opportunity for a decisive battle has come."

Meng Tian was taken aback for a moment: "Young Master's opportunity is..."

Bai Su pointed to the earthworms on the ground, and said, "As the saying goes, earthworms crawl on the road, and the rain is messy. If there is no accident, there will be a heavy rain in the next few days."

Meng Tian's slender eyebrows frowned slightly: "But this rain, what does it have to do with the chance of a decisive battle?"

After all, in her opinion, heavy rain would only make the ground muddy, and the cavalry on both sides would be affected, which would not benefit the Xia army much.

Bai Su said with a smile: "The general doesn't know. Before the rainstorm, the atmosphere will change. Only the central pressure area, the surrounding air pressure is high, and the air flows from the outside to the center, presenting a clockwise propaganda direction."

"In the front area of ​​the cyclone, the southeast wind will blow, and in the rear area, the northwest wind will blow."

"The folks in the Central Plains have always had a saying that the east wind and the west wind stop. As long as we can roughly infer the time of rain, we can roughly judge the change of wind direction in the next few days. You understand what I mean, General Meng."

As he spoke, he licked his index finger lightly, judged the direction of the wind with a chilly feeling, and immediately the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Meng Tian was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

She subconsciously said: "My lord, do you mean Huo Gong?"

Bai Su nodded and said with a smile: "As expected of General Meng, his reaction is really fast. Now it's winter, and the ground is full of withered grass and branches. Just a little spark can ride the east wind and start a prairie fire all the way." .”

"Right now, we are affected by the plague, and the wind direction is in the northwest, so why don't we lure the enemy to take the bait, draw the wind to blow the fire, and take the opportunity to wipe them out?"

After hearing Bai Su's words, Meng Tian's beautiful eyes widened, and it took him a long time to come back slowly.

She couldn't help sighing for a while: "You can even borrow the east wind, the young master is really a god."

Chapter 320 Eight Shanyu Modun's Ambition

The grassland is vast, with cattle and sheep everywhere.

After experiencing the Northern Expedition of the soldiers and horses in the Central Plains and the sudden outbreak of the plague, the pastures in this stretch of pastures are gone.

The entire camp seemed extremely quiet, and some sick or weak people were driven out one after another to fend for themselves.

The Huns in the camp lost interest after just a glance, and continued to lower their heads to wipe the scimitar in their hands and polish their arrowheads.

For thousands of years, various tribes on the grassland have fought and annexed, and the herdsmen of the Huns may have become accustomed to this.

The warriors of the grassland are like a pack of wolves. When a natural disaster occurs, the old friends and the weak are thrown out to fend for themselves. The strong occupy all the livestock, wealth, and women, and lead the tribe to continue.

In the eyes of these people, it is only natural for the weak to prey on the strong, and they do not need too much sympathy.

What the Xiongnu tribe needs is a strong man, a leader who can lead them through the ice and snow, the cold wind and frost, and can also snatch livestock from other tribes.

In the Battle of Mobei, the Xiongnu troops were defeated by the Xia army.

Under the leadership of Maodun, all the tribes of the Xiongnu retreated to the northern part of Yinshan Mountain and rectified here.

After all, due to the defeat on the battlefield and the impact of the plague, Maodun's prestige has been damaged a lot. She needs to use iron and blood methods to kill all the leaders who have wavered in their minds.

First, to deter those who are afraid of Xia Jun and want to surrender.

Secondly, it is also to find an excuse to annex the tribes and livestock attached to the Huns to consolidate their own strength.

After all, there is not so much benevolence, righteousness and morality on the grassland, strength is everything.

The Huns' tent.

In the huge brazier, a raging fire was burning, and under the thick blanket wrapping, the frosty air outside the big tent did not seep in.

"Slow down, slow down, there is porridge here..."

The old shaman was directing several people to bring some cooked porridge to a barbarian with a yellow and emaciated face and a dusty face.

"Old shaman, what are you?"

A tall and slender woman walked out after opening the big tent. She was wearing a large Hu skirt with a golden dagger pinned to her waist, and the skirt was slit very high.

The breeze blows, the skirt flutters with the wind, a pair of round and slender thighs are looming, and a delicate wolf head tattoo can be seen on it.

This person is none other than Shanyu and Maodun, the Shanyu of the Huns today.

The old shaman's face was filled with joy, and he said, "Shanyu, the great wolf god has blessed us the Huns, and now the opportunity to defeat Xia's army has come."

Mao Dun raised his slender eyebrows slightly: "Opportunity?"

She originally wanted to catch Xia Jun by surprise, but she never thought that Meng Tian, ​​who was the guardian of Beiting, had already prepared for it.

Not only successfully resisted her sneak attack, but also relied on a kind of cloth called cotton. After wearing this dress, the buff of the approaching winter in Liaodong had little effect on Xia Jun.