Chongzhen Undergraduates

The defenders of Xinyang City only resisted for a stick of incense symbolically, and then left the people and fled for their lives.

"My Majesty, I have made inquiries. Many people in Xinyang City are also suffering from strange diseases. The symptoms are the same as ours. A doctor said that this may be a plague." The famous old man came before Wu Sangui.

"Plague?" This word is equivalent to the black and white impermanence that kills people in any era of human beings, and it is a devil that anyone will turn pale when they hear it.

"Is there a cure?" Facing an army of [-], Wu Sangui couldn't possibly think of abandoning it. He could only choose to preserve his strength first.

"Yes, the epidemic is fierce, but people and animals are not worried about their names. You will be fine if you take the medicine on time on the day of rest." A commoner who looks like a quack doctor suggested.

"Is there really a way?" Wu Sangui has been tortured for several days, he wished he could be healed now so as to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Yes. There is a person who insists on taking the medicine for getting angry every day after getting this plague, and he will be fine soon." The doctor has actually explained the problem clearly in a few words. What he means is that the current illness is continuous diarrhea. Then get a batch of medicine for getting angry, one by one to block and one to block, easy to understand.

"Then treat him quickly." Wu Sangui turned his buttocks, as if he was waiting for the doctor to come to see him.

"Your majesty, your condition is very mild, but many soldiers' lives are hanging by a thread, and they need time to recuperate." Lang Zhong explained.

Time, time again, what Wu Sangui is seriously lacking now is time.But if these soldiers are not saved, will they wait to die?

Wu Sangui regretted it very much. If he hadn't come to the Central Plains, his [-] cavalry would definitely not have encountered this plague.

What should we do now?

"You go down first." Wu Sangui waved his hand, almost from the moment he heard the plague to now, he suddenly aged many years, and his mental outlook was like a person on the verge of death.

In fact, Wu Sangui now sees himself as a plague patient waiting to die.From the root cause, what Wu Sangui suffered from was a heart disease, and he was frightened by himself.

"Xinyang City can't hold 10 cavalry at all, please make a decision early." Fang Guangzhang looked at Wu Sangui and sighed.This is a big truth, because Fang Guangzhang was afraid that Wu Sangui would stay in Xinyang, and [-] people would crowd together, fearing that a plague would really come.

"How many seriously ill soldiers are there?" Wu Sangui asked dejectedly.

"More than fifteen thousand." Fang Guangzhang replied.

"Then leave 2 people to guard Xinyang. The others will go to Hubei with me. If I don't accept it, I must fight to Wuchang." Wu Sangui said stubbornly. In fact, he wanted to escape to Jiangnan in his heart, because Jiangnan is prosperous and prosperous. , and perhaps heal himself.But he couldn't go back to the north, the north was withered, and his hope of living was slim.

At the same time, Wu Sangui's purpose of leaving seriously ill patients is also to infect and harm the Ming army.

Chapter 558 : Who is Yue Wumu in this world

Wu Sangui has been away with the army for two days.

Ma Bao was lying weakly on a thin plank bed, his whole body was like a silkworm that was peeling off cocoons, and he trembled every time he moved.

But he was still alive and could eat, and the more he ate, the hungrier he became, so he was very weak and dreamed in a daze, and every time he dreamed of Hades.

Ma Bao and his vanguard battalion were exposed to the salt from the racecourse earlier than the other battalions of the Zhou army, so half of the soldiers left by Wu Sangui in Xinyang City were Ma Bao's soldiers, and the other half were the weak and sick in the Zhou army.

Wu Sangui left, and he left very simply. He didn't have the slightest nostalgia for Ma Bao, which made Ma Bao feel indifferent.

"General Ma Bao, are you okay?" Ma Bao vaguely heard someone calling him by his ear.

"You are?" Ma Bao opened his eyes and glanced at the man in front of him. He felt that he had seen him but couldn't remember who it was.

"Come on, drink some water, you must be thirsty." The man lifted Ma Bao up with great strength, and then slowly fed Ma Bao warm water with a clay bowl.Ma Bao opened his mouth wide and desperately tried to get water. He was really thirsty.

This is a bowl of salt water, but the water doesn't seem to be bitter, much better than the slightly bitter salt water they drank before.Ma Bao felt that he should be greedy before he died, and he drank a full belly of salt water.

After drinking the warm salt water, Ma Bao regained consciousness a lot, but he was still weak.

"Are you the handyman of the racecourse?" The racecourse finally remembered where he had seen the man across from him.

During Ma Bao's expedition this time, a fortune teller specifically asked him to see him.The fortune teller specifically asked that during this expedition, do not kill innocent people in vain. If you encounter civilians, you can save them if you can, and let them go if you can. The merit is immeasurable.

Ma Bao usually only listens to this kind of nonsense as nonsense, but it looks like an old lady's nonsense, which is useless at all.But this time, the fortune teller actually revealed his identity publicly in the end—a member of the Tiandihui.

Ma Bao was shocked when he heard this, and quickly subdued the fortune-teller, and then quietly imprisoned him in his mansion.

Ma Bao didn't kill the fortune-teller, because he had secretly received many greetings from the south from the former old camp brothers of Chuangjun in the past few years.Naturally, Ma Bao had heard about Tian Di He, and the whole of Xi'an knew that whoever messed with Tian Di He would be assassinated in the street like those traitors in Beijing.

The fortune teller didn't seem to mind that Ma Bao imprisoned him, but was full of joy that Ma Bao didn't hand him over to Wu Sangui on the spot.

Ma Bao recalled this, and the later things became clearer. There were not many fortune-telling words, and he listened to them all.Therefore, when Ma Bao attacked the racecourse, he made a allowance for the handymen in the racecourse and recruited them on the spot, and they became labor laborers in Wu Sangui's army.

"General Thomas Hongfu, I am living a good life." The man smiled, showing his white teeth.Ma Bao always felt something was wrong at this moment.

"You are not an ordinary handyman." Ma Bao understood immediately, he reached out to touch the sword, but unfortunately he couldn't draw it out when it was in hand.

It's not just that the man's mental outlook is better than the average person's, his big white teeth also betray him.Which lowly handyman has white teeth?Do you really think that this is the "Chinese toothpaste" that everyone in the future will be able to afford?

"Don't get excited, General Ma. Your illness is not a big problem at all. You should be able to recover in two or three days at most." The man gave a slight glance, pretending that he didn't see Ma Bao's inability to draw his sword and said: "Xinyang Now it has been taken over by my heroic Ming army, and it is safe here. Every one of you will be treated effectively. Besides, I am the great prince of the Ming dynasty: Zhu Cihong."

With a "snap", the long sword in Ma Bao's hand finally lost its grip and fell to the ground.The so-called great prince of Ming Dynasty is of course the former prince, and everyone knows it.

"You are so vicious, why did you poison my brothers?" Although Ma Bao knew that he would die soon after falling into the enemy's hands, he looked down on the Ming army's poisoning methods from the bottom of his heart, and it was not upright.

"Poison? I think General Ma misunderstood. The thing we ate together is called Xieyan, which is a kind of laxative used to scrape oil and lose weight. It doesn't even have the medicinal properties of croton, and it can't kill people at all. At most, it's too much. More and more." Zhu Cihong smiled with concern, without a trace of ridicule, but a little self-deprecating, because he also took magnesium sulfate.

"Then why are we so weak?" Ma Bao didn't believe Zhu Cihong's words.

"Maybe it's a psychological effect. You all thought you had the plague, and you were under too much pressure." Zhu Cihong explained.

"Since it has fallen into your hands, it is up to you to kill or cut into pieces." Ma Baoxin twisted his neck, with an expression of resignation.

"I think General Ma misunderstood. The emperor had already said that "the Central Plains has been fighting for many years, and the people have been violated."Now that the capital has been restored, it is my chance to create a peaceful and happy life in Huaxia to pacify Jurchen.Why should the selfish desires of a small group of people stir up domestic turmoil? " Zhu Cihong said.

"It's nice to say that we are all traitors in your eyes, scum with the same reputation as Qin Hui. You want to get rid of them every day, so don't lie to us anymore." They are all trying to quibble, not admitting that they are traitors.

"Qin Hui, there was only one person in ancient times. There are people who are similar to Qin Hui, but there are very few real Qin Hui. Wu Sangui is the only one of Qin Hui today! One traitor deceives thousands of people. This true Qin Hui is bound to be stigmatized for thousands of years.

Why do the things that the Chinese descendants are not ashamed of for a real Qin Hui?This is righteousness, brother Ma will not understand it! "

A loud voice came in from the outside, Ma Bao looked sideways, and a burly man with a heroic figure walked into the room where Ma Bao was with a smile.

"Let me introduce: this is the youngest commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty, General Li Dingguo." When Zhu Cihong saw Li Dingguo, he stood up respectfully and quickly to salute, which made Ma Bao feel strange.

Since ancient times, the prince has a high position, how can a prince look down on Qiu Ba.On the contrary, the eldest son of the emperor's name did not seem to be acting, which seemed to be a sign of authentication.

"General Ma, don't worry too much, Ming now worships heroes, and General Li Dingguo is a real hero, and he is also a warrior in this world!" Zhu Cihong praised Li Dingguo fiercely.

However, Ma Bao certainly didn't think that what Zhu Cihong said was wrong. Zhou Jun also heard about Li Dingguo's sweep of Liaodong, and they also dealt with the Jurchens. Of course Li Dingguo can be compared to Yue Wumu.

"I surrender to Brother Li on behalf of my subordinates." Ma Bao bowed deeply to the ground, he admired and admired Li Dingguo in his bones.

Besides, Wu Sangui, since he left Xinyang, the marching speed of the army has been as slow as a snail, and he has not covered eighty miles in two days.

Not to mention going out of the Dabie Mountains to Xiaochang, they didn't even make it to Dawu. Instead, they were trapped in the valley of Shanggu Temple, in a dilemma.

Wu Sangui was holding a cane and sticking it in his waist, looking at the mountains.Behind him was a long line of crooked cavalry, but they no longer had the prestige of the past, and turned into wilted earthworms.