The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

The fire clouds that filled the sky were heavy.

The blazing torch in Kuzu's hand contrasted with it, like a bloody mouth, trying to swallow up the world.

And their faces were so cold, bitingly cold, like the iron-blue horizon.

The raging wind made the soldiers' uniforms rustle.

No one knew that they were also trembling under the armor. Looking at the coming night, they gritted their teeth and tightened the torches in their hands.

"Huang Zhao, you are absolutely crazy. Do you really think that by burning these Tangzhou refugees to death, the plague will end?"

Weng Ling stood in front of the Ku soldiers. Facing the legion that formed a river of fire in front of him, the less than a hundred soldiers behind him were really vulnerable, but they all held steel knives in their hands and had no intention of flinching.

"Lord Weng."

The bull's eyes, which were like copper bells, reflected the blood-red sky.

Huang Zhao was dressed in silver armor, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and stepped towards Wengling step by step with the river of fire.

"When I asked you to bring the Tangzhou people into the city, I believed that you could control the plague. You have seen the results, which are terrible. Since we can't rely on you, we Xuzhou people can only save ourselves and burn the source of the plague. , is the only way.”

"Ha ha!"

Weng Ling smiled coldly, his eyes as bright as a torch.

"Do you think these Tangzhou refugees are the source of the plague? They have been quarantined since they entered the city. How can there be any theory of infection? Shen Qin once said that the plague was spread by rats. Before Tangzhou Rang entered the city, the plague rats We’ve already entered the city.”

"Humph!"

Huang Zhao snorted contemptuously.

"You still have the nerve to mention Shen Qin to me. He must have fled in fear of crime long ago."

"Huang Zhao!"

Weng Ling shouted his name loudly, his eyes filled with anger.

"You spread rumors and led the people of Xuzhou to take the lead in opposing the anti-epidemic policy. What are your intentions?"

"It's obvious that you are not worthy of the trust of the people of Xuzhou!"

Huang Zhao turned his head and looked at the soldiers behind him. At some point, some Xuzhou people who came to watch the excitement came into the team.

Pulling out his sword, he waved his arm and shouted arrogantly.

"This general eliminates harm for the people, which is what the people want!"

"Support General Huang, it was the people from Tangzhou who spread the plague to Xuzhou, burn them to death!"

The scholar who had previously opposed the burning of corpses was the first to speak out.

"Yes! They are the source of this plague. Unless they die, the plague will be hard to eradicate!"

another woman shouted.

More common people and soldiers waved torches and shouted as well.

"Burn them!"

"Burn them!"

"Burn them!"

The waves of sound were louder than the waves, overwhelming the mountains and the sea, shaking the heaven and the earth.

The eyes of these people reflected the ruthless flames. Anger, resentment, and cruelty were all jumping and burning in this flame.

This flame emboldened the Kuzu and burned away the last bit of conscience and intolerance in their hearts.

They seemed to suddenly gain confidence and became righteous. They held the sword tighter and raised the torch higher.

Under the leadership of Huang Zhao, they marched towards Wengling with a determination to win.

Boom boom boom boom.

Their expressions were cold and their steps were vigorous and powerful. After a massacre, they actually showed off the aura of going into battle to kill the enemy.

Even the soldiers around Weng Ling were shocked by this momentum and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"You are simply stubborn and extremely ignorant!"

Weng Ling pointed at them, his whole body shaking with anger and his face flushed.

"Sir Weng, you have a high position of authority, please stay out of the way to avoid accidental injury!"

Although Huang Zhao's tone was polite, his eyes were menacing. At this time, he was less than ten steps away from Weng Ling.

"Master Weng, there is a huge difference in strength. I really don't want to die in vain. Do you think?"

It was Zhao Yabing whose finger was cut off by Shen Qin who came to persuade him.

"He dares!"

Weng Ling shouted loudly, snatched the steel knife from Zhao Yabing's hand, and held it across his chest with a firm and fearless gaze.

"All soldiers obey orders, protect the innocent people of Tangzhou, and never take a step back!"

"It seems that Mr. Weng is going to fight me to the end!"

Huang Zhao had a cruel sneer on his face, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He ordered, raising his arms high.

"Soldiers, control Mr. Weng and rush over. If anyone dares to take action, he will be treated as a rioter! This general will take full responsibility for you!"

After hearing the last words, the soldiers became more confident and shouted, preparing to charge.

"Look, the troublesome gang in Tangzhou has come out!"

At this moment, a sharp-eyed scholar pointed into the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a group of Tangzhou refugees standing behind Wengling's team, about twenty or thirty feet away, holding kitchen knives, axes, wooden sticks and other objects.

There were probably several hundred of them, both men and women.

Perhaps because of their status, they did not approach Weng Ling's team and started shouting when they were far away.

"Master Weng, you have helped us enough. Our lives are protected by ourselves. Let's go!"

"Yeah, go ahead and leave us alone!"

Weng Ling was unmoved, because he knew that these Tangzhou refugees, most of whom were old, weak, sick and disabled, had no training at all, and they were simply fighting against the regular army.

"Run quickly, the plague is coming!"

The people watching the theater in Xuzhou seemed to have seen a savage beast, and they squeezed past the cruel soldiers and disappeared in an instant.

Huang Zhao seemed to have found a reason.

"Did you see it? This general has already said that they are just a bunch of chaos. Soldiers, please cover your mouth and nose. Don't be infected by this plague."

Upon hearing this, the cool soldiers quickly tied up the white scarves covering their mouths and noses.

Huang Zhao drew out his sharp sword, raised it and shouted.

"Crush through the front line, kill all these Tangzhou plagues, and burn down the houses. No one, no matter how old or young, is alive!"