The World of Yellow Sky

Lin Zhong also noticed Zhao Ji's weirdness, so he went to Zhao Ji and shouted.

"do not come!"

Zhao Ji suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Zhong, raised his hand to stop Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong's attempt to get closer, and ordered in a cold voice.

Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong were a little stunned, but although they had some doubts about Zhao Ji's order, they still stopped at the same time. The military regulations of the Yellow Turban Army are strict, and the orders of the superiors cannot be violated.

Zhao Ji's abnormal behavior also made Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong feel like they were facing a big enemy. They had followed Zhao Ji's subordinates for a long time, but they had never seen Zhao Ji like this.

"My mother is here."

The child had already run to a larger tent and waved to Zhao Ji.

"We'll be right there...you go in first."

Zhao Ji raised his voice and replied.

The child hesitated for a moment, then looked at Zhao Ji who was standing motionless, and finally chose to believe Zhao Ji's words, and slipped into the tent.

Along the way, if it weren't for the help of those people wearing yellow scarves, he and his mother probably wouldn't be able to get here at all, and his father was also a member of the Yellow Turban Army.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the cool wind from the bank of Zhangshui was blowing on Zhao Ji's body. Zhao Ji only felt his body getting colder and colder, and the warmth from drinking the ginger soup before had already dissipated.

"Baihu, what happened?"

Zhang Ji's face was solemn, and he lowered his hand holding the torch slightly. Instead of going forward, he stood where he was and asked Zhao Ji. Now Zhang Ji was full of doubts and didn't know what happened.

Lin Zhong didn't ask any questions, but Zhang Ji had already asked the doubts in his heart, and he stood there quietly, silent.

Zhang Ji is just a young man. Lin Zhong is already in his thirties this year. He has experienced more incidents and knows more things. Compared with Zhang Ji, he has seen more and learned a lot. He found some clues, but he didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

Zhao Ji glanced at Zhang Ji bitterly, he opened his mouth, but didn't speak.

"20 years ago..."

Zhao Ji spoke slowly.

"It's the same, it's the same situation... First, someone started coughing. Everyone thought they had caught a cold accidentally, and they didn't take it to heart. They thought it would be better in a few days..."

Lin Zhong was a little scared, and he also remembered some things that happened before. He took a step back involuntarily, and unconsciously pressed his hand on the Yanling Saber at his waist, and put it on the handle of the Yanling Saber .

Holding the knife in his hand, feeling the touch from the handle, Lin Zhong felt a little at ease. The cold Yanling knife brought him a sense of security that he is extremely scarce now, but Lin Zhong naturally knew that, in fact, all this was not It's of no use.

"But there are more and more people coughing in the back. Those people first feel cold all over, walk unsteadily, and then they have no strength in their whole body..."

"Even if I went to the medical staff to grab some soup and medicine, there was no sign of improvement at all..."

"What happened later..."

Zhang Ji swallowed a mouthful of saliva. During the Battle of Shijian Mountain, in order to cover the people who were too late to enter the pass, Xu An led the soldiers from Jingjing Pass out of the pass to face the pursuing Han army.

Not long after they walked out of Jingjing Pass, it rained heavily, and Xu An led them to attack in the rain. Under the cover of the rainstorm, they defeated the Han army stationed at Shijian Mountain in one fell swoop.

The Han army discarded their helmets and armor, leaving behind a large amount of baggage, and even precious war horses.

However, the victory of the Yellow Turban Army did not come without any price.

Although the Yellow Turban Army raided the Han Army camp at that time, the Han Army was caught off guard, and the Yellow Turban Army suffered few casualties.

However, after returning to Jingjing Pass, due to the heavy rain, everyone was almost soaked by the rain. Even after returning to Jingjing Pass, they immediately dried themselves, put on clean clothes, and drank water. I ordered hot ginger soup, but many people still caught cold and contracted diseases.

The Yellow Turban Army was fully prepared at that time, and Xu An had anticipated the heavy rain at that time, so he had already arranged for the aftermath.

However, with Fu Zhu and enough decoctions, some people still died of illness after all.

As for the people stranded outside the pass, although they temporarily built straw huts and some tents, it was difficult to cover the heavy rain, and many people were also infected with diseases.

Zhang Ji still remembers to this day that Fu Zhu, who was in charge of medical workers in the Yellow Turban Army, reported to Xu An that hundreds of people died because of it.

But if it was just an ordinary illness, Zhao Ji would definitely not be like this. Zhang Ji thought of a more terrifying thing, the plague!

This word he had only heard in rumors.

In the second year of Zhongping 185, the year of Yichou, the first month of spring, there was a great epidemic in Jizhou.

"Our Zhao family used to be considered a big family in the Taihang Mountains. After that plague, there were only two or three hundred people left in the whole family..."

Zhao Ji's face was livid, and he said in a deep voice that when this incident happened, he was only 15 years old, and he thought that he would never see such a scene again in his life.

Zhao Ji stretched out his hands, looked at the palm prints in his hands, and smiled bitterly.

"I'm afraid I've caught the plague..."

Although Lin Zhong and Zhang Ji had already guessed it, because Zhao Ji's situation today was very obvious, but when they heard Zhao Ji's words, their hearts still sank involuntarily.

"Don't come here, you should not be infected with the plague yet, stay away from me first."

Lin Zhong smiled wryly, with a hint of despair leaking from his face, and said sadly.

"I'm afraid the two of us have already contracted the plague, it's been so long..."

"Not necessarily. When my elder father was infected with the plague and it was revealed, my uncle was always taking care of him, but my uncle was not infected later."

"Keep your voice down!"

Zhao Ji raised his voice and interrupted Lin Zhong's words. He looked at Lin Zhong solemnly and said in a low voice.

"The situation is unknown now. There are a large number of people in the camp here. If you hear that there is a plague and cause commotion among the people, there is no way to calm it down. Cough cough...cough..."

Zhao Ji coughed a few more times, and his face was flushed abnormally, but even so, he did not forget his duty.

"Stand back a little further."

Zhao Ji glanced left and right, and said in a low voice to Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong.

"By the way, take out your yellow scarves and cover your mouth and nose."

Zhao Ji's eyes lighted up slightly, and the darkness in his heart cleared up a little. He remembered the regulations promulgated by Xu An, which seemed to say that if someone in the army caught a cold, how to deal with it after catching a cold or a cold, and some instructions about epidemic diseases. prevention, countermeasures.

When Fu Zhu in the army treated those patients, he wrapped his face with a silk cloth to cover his mouth and nose. After treating the patients, he had to wash his hands and clean his face with water.

Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong took out the yellow scarf from their arms without hesitation, put it on after a few strokes, and covered their nose and mouth.

"Hundred households..."

Zhang Ji's voice was a little trembling, it was really hard for him to hide his fear.

"Then what should we do now?"

This is the first time for Zhang Ji to encounter this kind of thing. Although his face looks calm, in fact, his heart has already caused great waves. He has followed Xu An's side as a flag officer to practice. For a long time, he cracked several cases as the banner officer of the Eagle Wolf Guard, but in essence he was just a teenager.

Zhang Ji would not feel too scared if he was facing a soldier of the Han army in sharp clothes, or an embroidered emissary hiding in the dark, but now he is really scared, what he wants now The enemies we are facing are those plagues that cannot be seen or touched, but can easily kill people.

"Don't panic, it's not out of control yet, let me think about it."

Although Zhao Ji felt a little groggy, his thoughts were still clear, not to the point of confusion.

Seeing that Zhang Ji was flustered, Zhao Ji immediately uttered a voice, waking Zhang Ji out of the panic in time.

"Now I'm not sure if it's really a plague. We need to make sure if there's really an epidemic."

The flame of the torch danced in Zhao Ji's eyes, Zhao Ji lowered his voice, and continued to whisper to Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong.

Zhao Ji's voice seemed to have some magical power, which could calm people's hearts. Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong were a little more stable, and Zhao Jiping's prestige during the day made them willing to obey Zhao Ji's arrangement.

"There are no abnormalities everywhere now. Even if there is an epidemic, the epidemic should not be serious, and it will definitely not spread too widely."

"It's getting late. The people who just crossed the river should be placed in the nearby camps on the bank and will not be dispersed. The epidemic should still be under control."

"The people who stay here are also distributed in independent camps everywhere, and cannot spread to other places. When the people move, they also travel according to one place and one township. There is less communication, and the epidemic will definitely not spread too much. wide."

Zhao Ji's tone was firm and convincing.

Zhang Ji and Lin Zhong also followed Zhao Ji's words and calmed down from the initial panic. After all, they have seen people who have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the battlefield. The panic is just because of the invisible, intangible, natural fear of the plague.

"Today's darkness just gave us this opportunity."

Zhao Ji raised his right hand and rubbed his swollen head again. His head was still groggy and a little uncomfortable. He thought for a while, turned his head to look at Zhang Ji, and asked.

"Zhang Ji, are you bringing that book with you now? I remember that there are many ways to prevent diseases in the book, maybe it is just suitable for this situation now."

"Book?"

Zhang Ji was a little confused, but he immediately understood what Zhao Ji was talking about.

"Bring it."

Holding the torch in his left hand, Zhang Ji reached into his bosom with his right hand and groped for a while, then took out a thin paper book.

On the cover of the book, there are several sanitation regulations written in correct ink and pen.

What is recorded in the book are the various regulations promulgated by Xu An not long ago. In order to facilitate memory, Xu An ordered the papermaking workshops in Bingzhou to print many copies of the hygiene regulations.

The second-line troops, such as Tuntian and reserve forces, are issued less, and basically only the supervisors own them, but like the first-line combat troops, the troops directly under Xu An also have direct descendants like Yinglangwei, basically at the team level. All generals have a copy.

Zhao Ji took over the sanitation regulations from Zhang Ji. He flipped through several pages, and he found out how to deal with soldiers suffering from typhoid fever, and how to deal with the epidemic in the army.

Zhao Ji clenched his fists, almost weeping with joy, as long as there is a way, everything will be easy to handle.

"Zhang Ji, now I need you to contact the head of this camp, as well as Fu Zhu and the team leader in the camp, and let him go to the main account, just say that I have something to announce, remember not to cause panic."

"I see."

Zhang Ji nodded solemnly, agreed, and after handing the torch in his hand to Zhao Ji, he slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Zhao Ji watched Zhang Ji leave. He didn't look away until Zhang Ji's back completely merged with the night.

"Lin Zhong."

Zhao Ji withdrew his gaze, and then turned his head to look at the somewhat dark camp not far away under the firelight, where the little boy had signaled him to go in just now.

"Call all the Tiqi in the camp and let them gather here."

"Hundred households..."

Lin Zhong stepped forward, wanting to say something.

"Do as I say and remember to make them all wear yellow scarves over their mouths and noses."

Zhao Ji stopped Lin Zhong's actions, and said in a low voice. He looked at the camp not far away, with a determined look on his face.

"Lin Zhong."

Zhao Ji turned his head to look directly at Lin Zhong, staring into Lin Zhong's eyes, he noticed that Lin Zhong's eyes were a little dodgy,

"Do you still remember the oath you made when you joined the Eagle Wolf Guard?"

Zhao Ji looked solemn, and said to Lin Zhong solemnly.

Lin Zhong's complexion changed, and finally he nodded with difficulty.

"We are the eagle wolf guards, and our duty is to protect the orthodoxy of the Taiping Dao. We say that the sharpest knife and the strongest shield in the hands of the great virtuous teacher."

"There are our robes on both sides of the Zhangshui River. We have experienced countless bloody battles together."

Zhao Ji's tone was low, his voice was hoarse, and his face was extremely serious.

"On both sides of the Zhangshui River, there are millions of Taiping Taoist believers from the four prefectures of Qing, Yan, Xu, and Henan. They left their homeland and walked thousands of miles on their legs. They want to enter Bingzhou. They want to come to Bingzhou to find a way out."

Zhao Ji's throat was hoarse, his eyes were slightly red.

"Now tens of thousands of people have died on the road. They pin their hopes on the great virtuous teacher, on Taipingdao, and on us. We must not leave them alone at this time."

Under the firelight, Zhao Ji's eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

After a long silence, Lin Zhong squatted down slowly, half-kneeled on the ground, and bowed solemnly to Zhao Ji

"Lin Zhong, Eagle Wolf Guard Banner Officer, take orders."

Chapter 4 and Five

Lin Zhong's back gradually disappeared into the shadows.

Zhao Ji held the torch in one hand and pressed the Yanling Saber on his waist with the other, staring expressionlessly at the darkness not far away.

The fire light swayed slowly in the night wind, and the flame on the torch had slowly begun to dim. This was only a temporary torch for lighting, not a torch for long-term use, and it couldn't last long.

Zhao Ji looked up at the camp tent illuminated by the faint fire not far away, feeling a little cold in his heart.

He keenly felt that something was wrong with Lin Zhong. At that time, Lin Zhong thought of retreating, but fortunately, Lin Zhong still chose to obey his military order in the end.

Zhao Ji didn't blame Lin Zhong in his heart.

It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When talking about the plague, people will turn pale. This is the normal world.