Lu Ming

After a few beds, Gu Ming and Dr. Ma came to the last bed.

Lying on the bed was a pale young man about sixteen or seventeen years old.The young man gritted his teeth, was sweating profusely, hugged the quilt tightly, and was shaking non-stop.

Seeing this, Gu Ming stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold the young man's shoulder, and softly called out, "Second boy!"

The boy named Er Yazi trembled all over and didn't answer.

"Doctor Ma, this...?"

Stepping forward to open the boy's eyelids, Dr. Ma looked helplessly: "He has a relatively serious malaria reaction, which may be complicated by some kind of organ allergy, which is very serious."

Gu Ming couldn't understand the technical terms, so he just asked, "Will it kill you?"

"Hi..." Dr. Ma, who was used to seeing life and death, drooped his eyes, and looked at Er Yazi with that kind of eyes that looked at the dead: "Ninety-nine percent of this is hopeless. You can contact the health team tomorrow, I guess tomorrow Almost the day after tomorrow."

"Is there really no medicine?"

"Tch..." Dr. Ma turned his head and walked towards the desk, and then floated over with a casual sentence: "Is there anything you don't know?"

Gu Ming stood there in a daze, with a complicated expression on his face.

It stands to reason that there will be no malaria patients in Lizhuobao, which has strict health regulations.The transmigration group, which has always regarded malaria as the number one enemy of expansion, has always attached great importance to this aspect.

When building the infrastructure of Fort Licone, even if precious explosives were spent, the reservoir and drainage ditches had to be excavated as soon as possible.The priority of these two works, even before the dormitory.

However, no one expected that the battle with the natives would be so tragic.

The pioneering team, which was attacked by countless natives, had to defend from the very beginning.In every battle, countless corpses would fall under the fort wall.

The gurgling blood donation flowed around and gathered into a pool.The overwhelming tropical rain mosquitoes came one after another, greedily sucking the lunch contributed by human beings.Next, the rain mosquitoes flew in all directions, looking for the dinner of the day nearby.

Thus, large-scale malaria symptoms appeared.As of now, almost everyone in Fort Licone has had malaria once or twice.

And because of the cut off of supplies, all malaria drugs were used up half a month ago.A critically ill patient like Er Yazi can only wait to die now.

Gu Ming stood by the bed, dazed for a long time.

He was recalling the scene when Er Yazi joined the group.

The second child is the only son of the seventh aunt.When Gu Ming almost starved to death as a child, Aunt Seven saved his life with a few yams.Then one day, Aunt Seven, who was about to die of illness, took Gu Ming's hand and handed the second child to him: "There is a severe drought in the mountains, and the family can't support themselves. Let's follow you to earn your life..."

"Huh..." Thinking of this, even the hard-hearted Master Gu, who had been trained by the troubled times, finally couldn't help but sigh: "Go and ask, let's take care of today first."

The next moment, he reached into his arms and took out a small brown glass bottle.After shaking it, he found that there was only one-third of the pills left in it. Gu Ming turned around and walked over, and poured the pills in front of Dr. Ma: "Are these enough to save Er Yazi's life?"

"Hey, there are still stocks!" Dr. Ma looked at Gu Dangjia in surprise: "With these quinines, there should be no problem. He is allergic to this, and as long as the malaria subsides, the allergic symptoms will disappear."

Clutching an empty bottle in his hand, Mr. Gu walked out of the medical station with a blank expression on his face.

Spreading his palms, Master Gu stared at the small medicine bottle through gritted teeth, muttering to himself, and suddenly turned his back to the sky, as if he was cursing something.

For a moment, he raised his arm, as if to throw it... But the next moment, he stopped his movement and put the vial back in his pocket: "You need to fill it with Crane Crown Red and return it to relieve your hatred!"

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After inspecting the front door and the clinic, Gu Ming went to his own place.

The northern detachment from Taihang was assigned a barracks in the southwest corner of the base.The people who originally occupied several Datong shops are now stored in only two.

There were about twenty people, some lying down, some lying down, setting up a Longmen array on the bunks.Seeing the big boss coming in, everyone greeted him one after another.Seeing the brothers, Gu Ming finally had a normal smile on his face.Even the newly added scar on the left cheek stretched out.

Talk to the brothers one by one, pat this and point to that.In the end, he simply went to bed, took out a cigarette to diffuse the light, and smoked together.

Good times are always short.

"Dinner is ready..." With a loud shout, a middle-aged cook in a white apron and an apprentice pushed open the door and brought in two buckets of lunch.

Lunch quality is pretty good.To the naked eye, the snow-white Siamese rice has distinct grains, and you can smell the unique aroma of tropical carbon water across a section.

In the other bucket, there should be tomato and minced meat chowder.Beautiful chunks of red tomato, white fish fillets, and a few other ingredients come together for a flavorful topping.

"Oh, I'm so hungry, serve it to me!"

Seeing the food coming in, Mr. Gu clapped his hands, took the lead, served a bowl of rice, then poured a full iron spoon of toppings on it, and started digging.

The heroes behind also served their meals one after another, and began to eat more or less quickly.

For a moment, there was only the sound of chewing in the room.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man who was squatting at the base of the wall burst into tears for no reason.While crying, he howled to Gu Ming who was sitting on the bunk: "Boss, I can't eat it~"

"The grandson of Rimeng!" A wrinkled and bald old man next to him stretched out his hand and slapped back the crying and crying of a half-child: "Every year we suffer from disasters and flee from famine every year, and we survived. Yes, who doesn’t eat two meals of human flesh? You are hypocritical!”

After scolding, the old man was still angry, pointing at the young man and said to Gu Ming: "I'm begging for a bag, but I'm making a fool of myself after eating good meat!"

Gu Ming put down the bowl, looked at this scene, and sighed: Yes, I was too full, so there was something wrong...

Half a year ago, when the heroes of the Taihang were escorted to Tianjin Haozi Camp by the cavalry regiment descended from the sky, everyone was in despair.They don't know whether what awaits them is endless hard labor, or the bustling Caishikou drama.

Who ever thought that the heroes who had been hungry for a few days were first escorted into the Daxiaochang by the soldiers with live ammunition.Afterwards, the officer in riding boots pulled shopkeeper Gu out alone, and then held up a horn and told them: Everyone is considered to be Marshal Cao.Starting today, the brothers will follow your shopkeeper Gu and join Mr. Cao's group.

Following the words, what was kicked down by the officer were silver round boxes that rolled down in all directions.Along with the rolling silver coins, there are buckets of white rice and braised pork.

The heroes who have been hungry for a few days can no longer care about anything at this moment.Everyone's eyes turned green, and they all shouted: "Join the gang, join the gang."

In this way, three meals a day with good wine and meat were served for a few days, and after a brief lecture on some Nanyang knowledge, hundreds of northern men were stuffed into the cabin.

The big ship with black smoke was steady and fast.When the heroes left the cabin again, they had already arrived at Shanghai Beach.

In Shanghai, there are still three meals with good wine and meat.While fattening, the heroes were also organized to visit Shanghai No. [-] Cotton Spinning Factory, Shanghai Shipyard, and Shanghai No. [-] Steel Factory, which had just started to tap steel.

After a few days of repairing on the beach and being stuffed into the cabin again, everyone’s resistance has been much less... The spectacular scene of thousands of machine spinning, and the terrible scene of the giant press at work, smashed into pieces. All distracting thoughts, all emotions, all dissatisfaction.

Next, it is Guangzhou.

It's still a lot of fish and meat.But at this time, the appetite of many people has become normal, and the scenes of eating large pieces of meat are rare.

The eccentric Guangzhou, which clearly bears the banner of Ming Dynasty, looks like an enemy country.

The arrogant young officer stepped on the cannon, pointed his thumb up at the giant ship like a mountain behind him, and said contemptuously to the bumpkins in the north: "It's not too late to get on the ship of the commander. Spiritual, wait until the day when the grandpas go to the Northern Expedition, together with Chongzhen’s children... gather together and pack... kill them with one shot!...Dead! They all have to die!"

"Take it."

When departing from Guangzhou, most of the people were convinced: it is common sense for those who come out to hang out with the red top and white.Now the leader of Cao League is very powerful, and it is not shabby to do business together... Isn't it just to chop off a few savages who disobey the leader?Brothers are good at this job.

In Siam, they ate and drank a lot, and after gaining a lot of fat in the end, the two hundred heroes who took the lead, under the leadership of Mr. Gu, boarded the boat.

Facts have proved that Uncle Cao's white rice is not so delicious.

On the day when the two hundred heroes disembarked, they broke three stops within ten stops.

After that, there is endless fighting.Then, there was a big storm at sea, and then there were diseases and food shortages... The fat that the brothers raised at the beginning was not less than an ounce, and Uncle Cao returned it, not to mention, and cost a hundred lives.

"I don't want that rich man's life..." The experience of the past few months flashed through Gu Ming's mind like fast-forwarding.

With a bit of pity, he looked at the half-sized boy in the corner who couldn't swallow the meat.Gu Dangjia finally let out a long sigh, got up and went over, pulled all the white fish fillets from his bowl to the boy, and then picked up all the meat pieces from the boy's bowl.

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After the meal, Gu Ming, who was full of worries, hesitantly opened the door of the headquarters.

The so-called headquarters is the only suite in the castle that is completely made of brick and concrete materials.Needless to say, the one who sits in the headquarters is the loyal dog of the empire. I have a hundred suites on the Bund, Mr. Wu Meng and Mr. Wu.

There were people coming and going in the headquarters, and staff officers and secretary officers were busy.

And Wu Sanye, who was waiting for the telegram in the telegraph room, heard Mr. Gu coming, and greeted him with a big laugh: "Brother, I was calling you to drink, but you just came."

The third master was in high spirits today, he grabbed Gu Ming and pulled him to the marching table in the corner, took out a green military jug from his private stash, poured two glasses of Gu Yue Long Shan, and was about to invite Gu Ming to drink.

In all honesty, Mr. Wu did not treat the brothers from the north at all, and treated them equally.

Ever since the Taihang gang came ashore, the third master Wu has publicly stated his position, acknowledging Mr. Gu as another big hilltop of Lizhuobao.

The jargon is "partnership in business".

In addition, the supply of materials, including a batch of military supplies, food and fodder, Wu Sanye is also a bowl of water, which is no less than a mouthful of Taihang Gang.

It is also because of this that the Taihang Gang can go all out in the next battle and maintain the situation.

Picking up the enamel tea mug and touching it hard, the third master put down the mug, wiped his mouth, then lowered his voice, and secretly said to Gu Ming, "It's stable this time, the large fleet of [-] ships has already left Saigon today."

Such great good news, but Gu Ming smiled lightly: "Let's talk about it when we get there."

In the past few months, due to continuous storms, the transport fleet departing from Saigon was either damaged or returned halfway, which directly led to the negative result that the reserve of materials and personnel in Fort Licone had completely bottomed out.

Shopkeeper Gu was skeptical, but the third master had no doubts about the technology of the empire: "I heard that it was built to observe the ocean view, and this time it will be worry-free."

"really?"

Gu Ming also regained his spirit: as long as the large fleet of [-] ships can arrive at the port, all the problems at the moment can be solved easily, and if Lizhuobao speaks, he can push the front line back to the savage territory.

"The thing about the fleet is absolutely true...just."

"Ok?"

Wu Sanye, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly became worried: "Brother, you came late, and there are some things you don't know."

Picking up the jar, and having another sip with shopkeeper Gu, Mr. Wu still whispered, "In ten more days, the rainy season is coming."

"rainy season?"

Gu Ming, who was born in the northern mountains, did not have the concept of rainy season in his mind.However, Chinese is a binary language with a very large information load.Even unfamiliar words can be guessed at a rough rate.

"Rainy season...rainy season..."

After Gu Ming smacked the word a few times, his color suddenly changed.

Chapter 710 Receiving the Line ([-])

After six days of secret talks between the two leaders of Lizhuobao.

Behind the main entrance, on the tall bamboo podium, Mr. Wu and shopkeeper Gu stood side by side, holding binoculars to observe the enemy's surroundings.

Compared with a few days ago, there have been great changes in the castle.

Almost all the houses that were vacant had their roofs taken off.The dismantled building materials turned into a continuous canopy, which was built in all the places where firearms were needed.

Carefully moving the camera over the cannon emplacement behind the main entrance, Gu Ming asked in a deep voice, "Is the cannon ammunition enough?"

"Dozens of shots, too much is useless." Wu Sanye put down the binoculars, grinned, with a bad look on his face: "As long as it rains in this ghost place, it won't stop. As time goes on, the moisture will fade away." Come up, the gunpowder and gunpowder will stop firing."

The muscles on Gu Ming's face trembled.He really didn't want to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the natives: "Didn't it say that it will rain in June? There are still a few days left. Where is the fleet?"

"There is still [-]% of the sea route."

Gu Ming opened his eyes wide: "That's close, will we arrive within three days?"

Wu Sanye smiled wryly: "The road ahead is difficult."

Saigon, later known as Ho Chi Minh City, is about 1200 kilometers by sea from Fort Lidrick.

The current steam fleet of Dayan Kingdom is only the early single-cylinder power system, and the three-expansion machine technology is still climbing.

This level of steam sailing fleet can maintain a speed of six knots when the sea conditions are stable.Theoretically speaking, it only takes five days to travel from Saigon to Fort Licht.

But reality is far more difficult than theory.

The sea conditions in the South China Sea are complex.Around Zhenghe Island, there are thousands of large and small islands, bright reefs, hidden reefs, corals, dark beaches, etc.

In the first few days after the fleet departs, the average speed can be maintained.But as soon as it approaches [-] kilometers around Zhenghe Island, the density of obstacles will increase rapidly.

Although there are already charts, the positions of many small reefs and dark beaches are constantly changing. This requires the pilot ship to use imported sonar to detect the way, and the speed of the fleet immediately slowed down.

Coupled with the poor communication of information among large fleets, fleets even need to drop anchor at night in areas with dense reefs and beaches.

Mr. Wu, who was familiar with the situation, did not give much hope that the fleet would arrive at Fort Lipcone within four days.

Besides, goodness hadn't signed the good guys at Fort Licht to guarantee that the rainy season wouldn't come until after June.

"Don't think about good things."

Wu Sanye took a sharp bite: "Sharpen your knife sharply. This place is very evil. Maybe it's because there is no temple built. Bad things will come true."

The old driver's hunch was always accurate.

Three days later, when the fleet was less than [-] kilometers away, the rain fell from the sky.

The rainy season that came a few days earlier may be just a small accident for others, but it is terrible news for the pioneering team who are nesting in the fort and praying to gods and Buddhas.

Fortunately, the aborigines in the dense forest were kind-hearted, and they didn't make the pioneering team panic for too long.On the day of NO.30 in May, the aborigines relaunched the offensive that had been stagnant for more than half a month.

Fear comes from the unknown.If you really start fighting, you won't be afraid anymore.

With a "boom", accompanied by the roar of the six-inch gun, dozens of iron pellets knocked down the indigenous warriors crowded on the slope in an instant.

At the same time, the sound of less dense muskets also continued.Every time there is a sound, there is a high probability that an aborigine will fall down.