Song Beiyun

"Do you really think these people are pure laborers? These people are the bridge between the Central Plains Dynasty and the grassland! The bridge collapsed, and if you want to cross the river, you must pay a huge sacrifice. War is never the best way to solve problems, do you understand? And with the potential of the grassland, if one day they really rise, or the Central Plains dynasty declines, do you really think that cannons can suppress people's hearts?" Xiao Song also wiped the water on his face: "People's hearts depend on sugar , by rice, by living and working in peace and contentment.”

The team around him quickly passed in front of Song Beiyun. After making some adjustments, he got up and ran again, shouting as he ran, "The order is sent! Everyone obeys the order and must arrive before evening! Otherwise, we will be dealt with by military law." !"

5 people are considered mighty, and they rushed all the way against the pouring autumn rain.

And just about fifty miles away from the prairie camp, Song Beiyun, who was already exhausted, met the people who came from the caravan for help.

After he briefly listened to the news, he secretly sighed that he was not confused about this matter after all, if it was delayed for another day or two, the big hole left by this matter might really be impossible for him to fill.

With a goal in mind, Song Beiyun cheered the team up with perseverance, and the following teams were almost at the end of their battles. After all, they were not the Beihai Navy, and their training intensity and physical fitness were far from enough to support them in a 75-kilometer march.

Five hours of rapid marching, this is fatal.

But the matter has come to this point, Song Beiyun has no choice, he can only risk his life, risking his life to reward and life to punish.

In the last fifty miles, many people were already exhausted, and they supported each other and continued to run forward. Song Beiyun actually couldn't say anything serious. The other soldiers marched on.

When Xiao Song was reading history books, volunteer soldiers from the 113th Division crossed a 72.5-kilometer mountain road in [-] hours on the Korean battlefield. At that time, Song Beiyun thought, "What's so awesome about this?"

But now it seems that it is no longer awesome, it is God...

It is an almost impossible task to cross the mountain road with equipment and luggage, 72 kilometers in 75 hours, and it was the Korean battlefield at the end of November.And at the end of October, the lightly armed troops on flat roads were already wasting their combat lives if they wanted to complete the [-] kilometers in ten hours.

It is conceivable... how powerful the Volunteer Army was at that time.

At this moment, at the other end of the camp, the number of cases has reached 500. Because of the clustering, these people are very concentrated and violent. Everyone is a super source of infection, and they are immune due to fatigue along the way. Low, plus the current situation.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Song Beiyun hadn't suddenly thought of this matter in the morning, even if it was delayed until tomorrow, more than half of the 2 people would get sick, and the death toll might set a record.

Maybe it was God Blessing China. Song Beiyun sat in the office watching the rain and felt that something was wrong. If it wasn't for God's sudden shock to him, it would be unreasonable, even he himself couldn't believe it.

"Report!" The scout company with the best footsteps ahead replied to Song Beiyun: "We will arrive at the camp three miles ahead!"

Chapter 621, On October 10th, five years

"Father Khan, I'm leaving..."

The little princess felt that her body was slowly getting colder, but more and more people around her were carried to this place, those who had lost their breath were carried out, and let the rain hit, in order to give newcomers people to make room.

She felt that someone would leave here every moment, but she had changed from initial fear to calmness, because when she saw the sky outside gradually dimming, she knew in her heart that she would definitely not be able to survive tonight.

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to give him the boots yet." The little princess's consciousness has been blurred at this moment, she has entered the stage of being insane, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Dimly, she seemed to hear earth-shattering cheers outside, she didn't know why someone was cheering at this time, but so what.

Her consciousness gradually dimmed, and finally she couldn't see what was in front of her eyes even with her eyes open. She tried hard to breathe, but she felt weaker and weaker, her heart was beating violently, and her whole body was shaking A sense of powerlessness came, and even every breath seemed to use up all the strength of the whole body.

And just when she gave up everything and was about to embrace death, suddenly many people rushed here.

She could no longer see, but she could still feel that someone lifted her body up and poured a strange liquid mixed with bittersweet and salty from her mouth. The liquid entered her mouth and instantly activated her body instincts , and no matter what it was, her only movement was to swallow.

When these things fell into her stomach, she felt that there was a little warmth all over her body, and the pain seemed to be relieved a little. After an unknown amount of time, her eyes began to light up. She turned her head and opened her eyes to look to the side. However, she found that hundreds of people covered in yellow mud like clay figurines were feeding a strange colored potion to those patients like her one by one.

The footsteps outside kept running, accompanied by shouts and reprimands.This long-lost noise suddenly made her feel at ease. She, who had already given up, was still afraid of death after all. She wanted to call for help but found that she couldn't make a sound.

And soon, the second group of people came in and began to clean up the filthy place. All the patients were divided into men and women and carried into a tent covered with lime and hay. Stinking, just some weird smells and a hint of medicine.

The crackling sound of raindrops falling on the tent seemed like a world away.

And at this moment, even Song Beiyun, who was rolling and crawling, arrived. His appearance was unimaginable, but he had no time to worry about his appearance. The camp was all controlled by the forbidden army.

He squatted on the ground to rest for a while, but it was very difficult to stand up again, so he could only sit on the ground and began to give orders: "Give priority to the women and children in the tent, and those who are weak will rest first, and the women's barracks will go to the women and children after the rest." Put on clean clothes, burn all the clothes you changed, and leave nothing behind. Medical school, you motherfuckers, don’t rest, you have memorized everything, hurry to work!”

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it..." A medical student and his companion carried a patient into the tent and said, "Master Song is really impatient."

"Human life is at stake, can you not be in a hurry. It's all the fault of the School of Chemistry, if it weren't for them, there wouldn't be such a big fuss."

"I don't think you have cleaned up." The other person said, "You can say that? The scientific regulations are all for nothing? Did they do it on purpose?"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, let's work."

If the Beihai Navy is elite, after a short rest, they immediately started the second round of organization and dispatch, the treatment that should be treated, the quarantine that should be isolated, the water that should be boiled, the cooking that should be cooked, Everything is in perfect order, in stark contrast to those dead dog-like imperial guards.

Now everyone is forbidden to drink unboiled water, and all advance and retreat actions must be carried out in accordance with wartime standards, isolation that should be isolated, rest that should be rested, and treatment that should be treated.

The experience accumulated before was really used now, and the whole chaotic scene was quickly brought under control.

But this is only the first step, because the plague is still spreading, and what needs to be done now is to solve all the problems here.

Song Beiyun was drenched all over, and he shivered when the cold wind blew at night. Yang Wenguang handed him a bowl of ginger soup made from brown sugar. People are also good things.

"I can't control my legs anymore." Xiao Song smiled wryly, "I can't stand up, I'm shaking..."

"Master Hou, you still haven't practiced enough."

"Well... I have neglected to practice in the past two years." Xiao Song pinched his numb calf: "Oh... it's useless."

In the middle of the night, the basic work of the medical school was basically completed, and everyone who could be saved was saved, but even so, more than a hundred people died.

Song Beiyun couldn't help sighing when he saw the person who was knocked into the body bag on the ground.

"Sorry." Xiao Song said to the grassland envoy who came, "I didn't think carefully, I was negligent."

What can the emissary say? They have done their best. I heard that they galloped 150 miles to get here, relying on two legs.Anyone who grew up in the grasslands knows what this means, which is basically no matter the cost regardless of the cost.

But even so, the fate of these clansmen and fellow countrymen is explained here, and they have no choice but to explain here.

"I will give Da Khan a reasonable explanation for this matter." Xiao Song Dynasty envoy nodded: "Sorry, condolences."

The messenger shook his head slightly, but didn't say a word.

Limping back to the tent, Xiao Song didn't get up after sitting down. He planned to write a work schedule, but fell asleep after sitting down, and didn't even have time to change the clothes on his body.

At noon on the second day, the support from Chang'an City finally arrived. The convoy arrived here with much-needed supplies. Simple tents are much better.

Then the supply team that would be used in wartime also arrived, bringing medicine, food, and fuel.

This place was still full of mourners yesterday, but today it has become a temporary camp. The tarpaulins, steel bars and wires that belong to strategic materials make this place enough shelter from wind and rain, and can also provide a relatively comfortable place to live.

As for other contents, such as the specially excavated excrement collection pit, which is covered with lime, and the excrement is directly burned.There are also simple lime kilns. After all, lime is the simplest but most effective way to fight the plague.

The rest is basically managed by the medical school, and Song Beiyun's role here is reassurance. As long as countless people see Song Beiyun here, their hearts will be at ease, even if they are the messengers of the grassland.

Even the envoys on the prairie admired Song Beiyun, even though they knew that his reputation was not very good, but his ability was indeed obvious to all, and the whole treatment process was really touching.Because even if he didn't care about anything, the 2 people died completely because of the plague, and because the area itself was infected with the plague, the grassland had nothing to say.

But even so, they saw Song Beiyun's embarrassment when he came yesterday, and this embarrassment was not funny at all, and what appeared along with this embarrassment was the hope of life.

After Song Beiyun woke up today, his legs were already swollen, and he couldn't get off the ground at all. There were many people in the same situation as him. After all, the efficiency of using people to run out of horses was really high yesterday.

In addition to lamenting this innocent disaster, the envoy of the prairie was more often surprised by the supply efficiency of Song State. He once thought that only the cavalry on the prairie could be regarded as swift as the wind, but what he saw from yesterday to today was nothing like that. Enough to overturn his worldview.

In just one day, a camp large enough to accommodate nearly 10 people was built, and supplies were distributed to everyone in such a short period of time.

How terrible would this be in a war?He didn't dare to think about it, but he knew that if the cavalry met such a team, they would definitely lose. Only now did he understand why Song's steady advance tactics could win many battles, to put it bluntly. ... This is burning money.

Just after noon, the little princess opened her eyes again, and she was woken up by the female soldier feeding the medicine.

She drank the medicine obediently and obediently, then looked at the female soldier who was feeding the grassland woman next to her and said, "Am I alive?"

"You're alive." The female soldier smiled at her: "Let's wait for the meal."

Although she was still very weak, the little princess let out a sigh of relief: "I thought I was going to die."

"You won't die if you have the strength to speak." The female soldier said: "The master of the medical school said that you are all mildly ill, it's just a collapse, and you'll be fine after taking medicine for two days."

"Hmm..." The little princess lay there relieved, "I want to eat candy."

"There is sugar." The female soldier took out a piece of brown sugar from the basket she carried and stuffed it into her mouth: "Here you are."

The sweet smell calmed her down, but the next moment she was shocked, and started to grope around with her limp hands.

"What are you looking for?"

"Where are my boots? Where are the boots I made for my forehead?"

"It's all burned." The female soldier shook her head and said, "What you got was the plague, and all your belongings were burned."

The little princess felt very uncomfortable, and she was about to cry when her mouth was flattened, but the big sister next to her didn't have time to comfort a person who was crying because of a pair of boots, and she still had many people to help.

"The boots are gone..." The little princess burst into tears, and she even felt sadder than when she was about to die yesterday.

And just at this moment, Song Beiyun leaned on a walking stick and walked outside with the grassland envoy. The envoy lifted up the curtain of the little princess's tent and took a look, then turned to Song Beiyun and said, "Thank you for your dedication, sir."

Xiao Song didn't speak, just sighed lightly, and continued to walk forward.

"I lost my boots..."

Chapter 622: On November 11, Five Years

The terrible thing about the plague lies in its spread. At this stage, doctors in the world are still trying to solve the plague with medical methods, but Song Beiyun is alone in solving the plague with mathematical methods.

Of course, quick response and complete filing are also important factors for success. It is precisely because of the well-trained training on weekdays that the entire process can now be guaranteed unimpeded.

On the third day, the rain finally stopped. Without this damn rain, many things became easier. The quarantine still needs to continue, because it is necessary to ensure that cholera will not be introduced into Chang'an City again, so everyone here Everyone including Song Beiyun had to be isolated in this big camp.

But under the premise of sufficient supplies, resting here is far easier and more enjoyable for the immigrants on the grassland than rushing.

And compared to the lack of resources on the way of migration a few days ago, this place is really a paradise now.

For these people, after the panic subsides, there really isn't much to complain about.

Because there is even a place to take a bath here, and even hot water, which is something that is difficult to achieve even in their home.

In fact, what Song Beiyun is best at is neither conquering cities nor ruling the country and strengthening the army. In his words, he may be born to be a good military policeman, to govern the country... His level is so-so and he is just a governor, but when it comes to repression, peace Chaos, he felt that he could put up a finger and shout "Tianxia Yi".

It's too fake to talk about heart-for-heart. To be honest, Song Beiyun has no feelings for these prairie people, let alone a college student who has received a higher education in the future. He doesn't care if he dies cleanly, and he can even be expressionless and calm.

But here lies the problem, caring or not caring is not the same as whether these people can die or not, and if he doesn't care, it doesn't mean that these people can die.If they are all dead, the relationship between the grassland and the Central Plains can basically be sentenced to death.

If this incident really happened, then the future will definitely be faced with endless wars, let alone conquest by force, if force is so easy to conquer, then the United States would have unified the world long ago.The old man told Song Beiyun back then that things in the world are neither complicated nor simple, but after all, it is a cycle of cause and effect. Those who disturb other people's nests with swords and guns will eventually be visited by swords and guns.

After adding what he had seen and heard and what was recorded in the history books, he actually understood in his heart that when it comes to dealing with ethnic issues, head-to-head encounters will eventually lead to mutual losses.

Ever since, the old master Confucius's "Those who are barbarians and the Chinese are the Chinese; those who are the Chinese and the barbarians are the barbarians" has become his policy of dealing with things.Besides, Xiao Song himself does not have such a strong sense of identity with a single ethnicity. After all, his grandmother is from the Tujia family.

Besides, since when did the Greater China use bloodlines to define noble and humble?Except at the market where animals are selected.

Therefore, Song Beiyun's rescue method for grassland people is actually no different from that for local Han people.Chang'an does not lack this kind of money, and Great China does not lack this kind of tolerance.

"Master Song."

"Come on?" Xiao Song blew the letter he had just written in his hand, and handed it to the envoy in the grassland: "Look at this plan, it is used to compensate the laborers who died of illness during this epidemic, if the envoy thinks Yes, I will hand it over to the Great Khan."

The messenger took the letter and read it. When he saw that each family member of the deceased could receive 180 or equivalent supplies, he just sighed silently.

"Master Song is righteous, but I am absolutely unwilling to receive the money."

Xiao Song sighed helplessly: "This standard is the same as the pension standard in Chang'an. Everyone knows that the money can't buy a life, but the thing has happened after all, and it's better than nothing. Big Khan The head also hopes that the envoy can say a few words, oh... that's right."

As Xiao Song said, he took out a stack of banknotes from the rucksack next to him, which looked like four or five thousand guan, and he handed the money to the envoy: "The envoys have worked hard along the way, and the money will be used as money. Chang’an’s condolences to the envoys, I will never give up.”

"Master Song, where is this?" The messenger quickly stood up and walked forward: "This is what I should do."

"This envoy's Chinese language is really good. I think he has been in Han for many years?" Xiao Song smiled and pressed the banknotes in his hands: "In the future, we need to communicate more. I don't like fighting and killing people the most." gone."

The envoy sneered in his heart when he heard the words, Song Beiyun doesn't like to fight and kill?Conquering the grasslands, chasing the Jin Kingdom, and conquering Xixia, which one is not fighting and killing?

But at this time, it is obviously something to refute others. After all, the real money is handed over to the hand. Although it is only a few pieces of paper, it is heavy to hold in the hand.

Or say that people from any country are scrambling to deal with Song Beiyun. In the diplomatic circle, this person is famous for his generous spending, so generous that it makes people want to cry.

I haven't done anything yet, but when we meet, thousands of banknotes are stacked up, saying that he is the best Bodhisattva in the world, who agrees?Who is against?

"Master Song has good eyesight. My father was originally Han, but he was taken captive to the hinterland of the grassland because of the war. Later, because my father could write, calculate, and was proficient in the Huns language, he stayed in Khan's account as a value, and then married me. Mother."

Xiao Song nodded: "So that's it. It seems that it was a blessing in disguise for your father to have such an excellent heir like the messenger."

"Master Song has won the prize."

Everyone likes to listen to good words. In the past, he mainly dealt with those Liao people. Those Liao people were big and three thick, and they opened their mouths and shut their mouths.

But Song Beiyun didn't show even the slightest bit of dislike from the beginning to the end. This small detail alone directly brought the messenger's favorability to the top.

"By the way, I heard that the little princess on the grassland is missing? Does the messenger know about this?"

The messenger was taken aback: "The princess is lost?"

Oh... It seems that he doesn't know anymore, Xiao Song waved his hand and said: "I also heard from a passing businessman a few days ago that Wang Ting was crazy."

"That's not enough." The envoy waved his hand and said, "It's just a daughter."

Just a daughter?What cultural custom is this?Xiao Song couldn't react for a while, he looked at the messenger in astonishment, his eyes were full of doubts.

"It's like this, Master Song. The climate in the grassland is harsh, and there is a lack of food and clothing. Usually, many offspring will be born. If one survives, it will be one. It doesn't matter if it doesn't survive. This is especially true for women, who can't hold hands on one shoulder. An irresistible princess is worthless on the grassland."