The World of Yellow Sky

There is no one who is not afraid of the plague, and there is no one who is not afraid of the plague. In the face of the plague, countless medical workers are helpless, and countless famous doctors can only sigh. They have no way to heal or stop it.

When a great epidemic occurs, it means that hundreds of thousands of people will die, thousands of miles of people will be uninhabited, and ten rooms will be empty...

Whether it is a high official or a farmer in the countryside, everyone is equal under the plague, and the plague will not spare them just because of their noble status. As long as they are infected with the plague, they will almost die.

Zhao Ji's hands and feet were cold, but what was more cold was his heart.

He knew very well that he might have contracted the plague, and all the symptoms and signs were telling him the result.

Strength was passing away bit by bit from Zhao Ji's body, and Zhao Ji's heart was slowly falling like this.

Fear almost swallowed Zhao Ji's whole body. Now Zhao Ji is like a drowning person, submerged by the river, unable to even breathe. Fear filled Zhao Ji's chest.

The only people who can fear life and death are those who are extremely devout yellow angels, but it is definitely not Zhao Ji.

He, Zhao Ji, is far from putting life and death aside. He has a wife, children, parents, family, and people he cares about.

Why...why is it at this time...

Walking out of the uninhabited deep mountains and old forests, he followed Xu An from the Lutai Mountain to conquer the north and south.

Survived from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, after so long a life of licking blood with knives, he tried his best to get scars all over his body in exchange for meritorious deeds all over his body.

It was not easy to get the appreciation of the Shangguan, and finally became a hundred households of Yinglangwei. For his family, his wife and children, he sacrificed his life for a family business and a future.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban Army is in full swing, seeing the bright future, the army of the imperial court can't do anything to them, Qi Ali is getting better day by day.

This sudden plague wanted to deprive him of everything he had bought with his life now.

Zhao Ji tightly held the torch in his hand, and tightly held the handle of the Yanling Saber. He really couldn't accept this result.

Fear lingered in Zhao Ji's heart, unwillingness filled Zhao Ji's chest, he felt angry, and he wanted to vent his emotions loudly.

But he can't, the night is quiet now, most people in the camp have fallen asleep, he can't wake them up,

What he said to Lin Zhong before was actually more for himself, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on.

There is great terror between life and death, tens of thousands of people are bustling, coming and going, millions of yellow turbans rise up, cut trees into soldiers, and revolt against the behemoth Han Empire, all they want is a way out.

But right now, Zhao Ji's life has been cut off.

Zhao Ji grinned, and laughed slowly, silently, and desperately. Tears flowed down his face slowly, and the tears blurred Zhao Ji's vision.

He was laughing at this ridiculous fate, his sad life.

The north wind blew past, and the harsh north wind penetrated into Zhao Ji's white wolf suit through the gap, making Zhao Ji who was already feeling very cold even colder, and shivered involuntarily.

The cold calmed him down again.

Under the night, in the flickering firelight, the camp not far away in Zhao Ji's eyes suddenly seemed to turn into a sleeping prehistoric beast. As long as Zhao Ji dared to approach, the tent that was sleeping The sleeping beast in it would suddenly wake up and devour him in one gulp without leaving any bones.

Zhao Ji shook his head vigorously, his eyes were a little dazed, but after he shook his head, all the terrifying scenes in front of him disappeared in an instant.

The groggy feeling in his head became more and more obvious, and Zhao Ji's thoughts were already a little confused.

The tents around were quiet, not even the sound of insects chirping. If it wasn't for the burning lights not far away, and the soldiers on duty on the watchtower, Zhao Ji might have thought that he had suddenly broken into a strange place.

The north wind was blowing, and Zhao Ji finally regained consciousness at this time.

He thought of Xu An who was standing on the high platform on Lutai Mountain, speaking impassionedly to them, and Liu Pi who personally wore the silver health medal on his chest.

Zhao Ji raised his hand and stretched it into his bosom. In his pocket, he felt a hard object. It was the medal awarded to him by the Eagle Wolf Guard. The name of the medal was "Wei Dao".

"On behalf of Taipingdao, on behalf of the great virtuous and good teacher, I award you the 'Silver Guardian Medal' in recognition of your discovery of the Han army's conspiracy in Jiangyi City, reducing the losses of our army, and making outstanding contributions to Taipingdao."

Every word of Liu Pi's words was firmly remembered by Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji took out the silver Guardian Medal from his pocket. The medal was shining brightly under the firelight, as if telling his past stories.

"Weidao..."

Zhao Ji clenched his fist, and the medal was held in his fist.

A storyteller who was as thin as a bamboo pole appeared in front of Zhao Ji. The storyteller was standing under the shed surrounded by people in short brown clothes. A farmer who had just returned home from the field was holding a hatchet , A woodcutter with firewood under his feet.

"The story I will tell next is called "Yan Ling Dao". It tells the story that happened in our Jiangyi. The protagonist of the story is none other than Jiangyi's eagle wolf guard Baihu——Zhao Ji!"

The storyteller smiled slightly, slapped the desk, and read aloud.

"General Nanzheng is courageous, with the Qiushui Yanling knife across his waist."

"The wind blows the drums, the mountains and rivers move, and the lightning flashes the flags and the sun and the moon are high."

The night wind continued, and Zhao Ji's mind became clearer. His eyes were no longer blurred by tears, and he could clearly see the words engraved on the medal in his hand.

"Monitor the world, inspect China..."

"My subordinate, Zhao Ji, is willing to clear the thorns and break through the mud for my path of peace, until I die!"

Zhao Ji took out a yellow scarf, tied it on his face, covered his nose and mouth, and then walked forward, without hesitation, towards the camp not far away. Fear still filled his heart, but now, he Need to fulfill the oath he made in front of the eagle wolf statue in the past.

"Clear the thorns for the Taiping Road, step through the mud, until you die..."

Protecting the way forward, guarding the left and right sides of the Taiping Road, clearing the thorns for the Taiping Road, stepping through the mud, until the moment of death...

Zhao Ji opened the tent and walked into it. Under the light of the fire, the child named him was sitting by the door of the tent, beside a woman who was also thin.

When the child saw Zhao Ji coming in, he was startled at first, then his face became agitated, and he stood up quickly, but although he was very young, he knew how to measure and didn't yell. After all, many people in the camp at this time were Already asleep.

Zhao Ji stuck the torch on the ground and walked to the side of the child's mother.

The woman closed her eyes tightly, her face looked extremely painful, and her whole body was almost curled up into a ball, trembling all over.

Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and touched the woman's forehead, as expected, the woman's forehead was terribly hot.

"What's your name?"

"My parents call me Asu, and they say it's called this name. From now on, I can eat corn and rice for every meal, so I don't need to eat those wild vegetables and chaff."

The flame danced and shone on Ah Su's face, making his eyes sparkle.

"Asu..."

Zhao Ji half-kneeled on the ground and chanted the child's name.

"Cough...cough..."

"Cough cough..."

While Zhao Ji was talking with the children, the sound of coughing could be heard from time to time in the tent. Zhao Ji took a rough look and found that there were about 50 people in this tent. Now there are more than ten people coughing. I'm afraid there will only be more.

"When your aunt first coughed, how many days have passed since today, do you remember?"

Zhao Ji's eyes became darker, and he turned to look at the child and asked.

The child lowered his head, thought about it seriously, and raised his head after a while.

"I can't remember too clearly, but I remember when Auntie said it was cold."

Zhao Ji stared at the child, lowered his voice and asked, "How long has it been since now?"

The child opened his eyes, rolled his eyes, and said softly, "It's been five days."

"Five days..."

Zhao Ji remained silent and glanced at the people in the camp.

In the camp, there were 50 or [-] people lying in a haphazard manner, and the straw mats were almost full of people sleeping, and even a few people fell asleep in the aisle without straw mats.

Someone was muttering in sleep, not knowing where the dialect was, and Zhao Ji didn't understand most of the words.

"Do you feel cold all over your body? Do you have a cough?"

Zhao Ji withdrew his gaze, looked at the child, and asked in a low voice after pondering for a moment.

"No."

The kid shook his head.

Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and put it on the child's forehead. The child's forehead was warm. Although his face was dirty, it didn't look like he was sick. Moreover, Zhao Ji hadn't heard the child cough for a long time.

This child should be like his uncle, perhaps the kind of person who is difficult to be infected by the plague.

Just as Zhao Ji was thinking, a low cry suddenly came from outside the tent.

"A hundred households."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Ji looked outside the tent, and he raised the curtain of the tent. Outside the tent, dozens of torches illuminated the surroundings like daylight.

Lin Zhong was standing at the front of the crowd, wearing a wolf suit and a goose feather sword on his waist. Behind him were seventeen wolf guards wearing black wolf suits. All of them covered their mouths with yellow scarves. Nose, it seems that Lin Zhong has already told them all about the current situation.

"Stay here and stay as far away from your mother as possible."

Zhao Ji stood up, looked down at the child and said in a low voice.

"Uncle."

The child turned pale with fright when he saw more than a dozen Tiqi of the Eagle Wolf Guard standing outside the tent.

But even though he was very scared, the child mustered up his courage and asked Zhao Ji his own questions.

"Is something wrong, Mommy..."

Looking at the worried child, Zhao Ji sighed slightly in his heart, his expression slowed down a bit, and he said in relief.

"A little problem, when Fu Zhu comes, give your mother some soup and medicine, and you will be fine. These people are my subordinates, and we have other things to do."

Zhao Ji bent down, touched the child's messy hair, and said in a low voice, "You stay here for a while, I have already called someone to help you treat your mother."

"Thank you uncle."

The child nodded. He chose to believe Zhao Ji's words. He knew that these people were the same as his father, and they were on their side.

Zhao Ji took a last look at the scene inside the tent, picked up the torch stuck on the ground, and walked out of the tent resolutely.

"See Baihu."

As soon as Zhao Ji walked out of the hundred households, 18 people including Lin Zhong saluted Zhao Ji solemnly.

"This is not a place to talk, you come with me."

Zhao Ji beckoned, then turned his head and walked out of the tent gathering point. The tents here are crowded together, so it is not appropriate to make too much noise. What he wants to say now is very important and needs to be in a more secluded place.

The group did not hesitate, and followed Zhao Ji forward.

Zhao Ji took them to the porridge shed and stopped. The porridge shed had a large number of people and it was relatively empty when giving out porridge. Now all the people eating have dispersed, and those who distribute porridge and rice have returned to their posts. As long as the conversation here is not too loud, it is difficult to hear it in other places.

"Basically it's settled."

Zhao Ji sat on a chair in the porridge shed, facing the crowd, and said calmly.

Lin Zhong's complexion changed slightly, and the Tiqi of the Eagle Wolf Guard were also a little uneasy because of Zhao Ji's words, but the commotion quickly subsided, after all, Lin Zhong had already reminded them before.

"The epidemic has not yet spread, and it is still within the controllable range."

Zhao Ji stared at the people in front of him, observing their eyes one by one, and said in a deep voice.

"The epidemic is invisible. Now that it appears in the camp, everyone may be infected. I believe that everyone should have heard of the epidemic."

"Escape now, if the epidemic suddenly breaks out, there is no amulet, no soup, only a certain death..."

Zhao Ji did not see the look of wanting to retreat from their eyes. The Tiqi of the Eagle Wolf Guards were basically selected believers with firm beliefs in the Taiping Road, especially the Wolf Guards. The selection conditions were more stringent. You must know At the very beginning, the wolf guards formed were basically the yellow angels in the original army.

But despite this, Zhao Ji still vaccinated them in advance. After all, if one of them disobeyed the command and ran out, the epidemic would no longer be under control.

Chapter 4 and Six: Typhoid Fever

"I remember that the camp said that there were three people who stayed in the watchtower on duty all the time, and did not go out to manage the people crossing the river."

Zhao Ji thought for a while and asked.

Lin Zhong took a step forward and replied: "The watchtower guards have not notified them yet."

Zhao Ji nodded, it was the right thing for Lin Zhong not to inform them.

Many pontoon bridges have been built at the Zhangshui Ferry. On the south bank of the Zhangshui River, there are more than [-] Yinglang Weiti riders in charge of crossing the river, that is, four hundred households.

It sounds like more than 400 people are a lot, but in fact, after the entire ferry is dispersed, the manpower is sometimes a bit stretched.

The camps on the south bank of the Zhangshui River are relatively large, each of which can accommodate about 5000 people, but this is also because the people are no better than the army, and they do not need to maintain their combat effectiveness, nor do they need to guard against attacks from foreign forces, so they can accommodate so many people.

But the 5000-person camp is not a whole, but is divided into five camps separated by simple fences, which is easier to manage, and the watchtower is the eagle wolf guard built in the center of each district A higher viewing platform was built.

The responsibility of the Watchtower is to communicate with each other. The Eagle Wolf Guard has its own set of semaphore, which happens to be used here.

If there is a commotion in a camp area, or if support is needed, the Tiqi of the watchtower in the camp will wave the flag and use the flag language to convey the message. After receiving the news, the Tiqi of the other watchtowers can contact the To the responsible personnel of the remaining camps to deal with emergencies in a timely manner.