Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

Gong Yonggu then sat upright and then smoothed his clothes:

“What Brother Zheng said is that I have already sent people back to Handu.

However, I don’t know if this snow-capped mountain has gone back..."

Zheng Hongkui immediately said:

"Then take the sea route!"

Gong Yonggu smiled bitterly:

“Brother Zheng doesn’t know that when I came here, because time was too tight, all I built were one-time ships.

Today, I only have civilian ships left in my hands, and no large ships that can go far across the ocean.

Besides, it's winter now and it's hard for the trees to dry out.

Even if I want to build a ship, God won't cooperate! "

"I have a boat!"

Zheng Hongkui immediately said:

"When you leave, I will give you two ships, and you will send someone to return with me. After arriving in North Korea, I will go to Ezo, and you will go to Handu..."

……

Because of Zhu Youjian's arrival, the Laojingou Gold Mine appeared in history 200 years in advance.

Zheng Hongkui asked his men to speed up the unloading.

Two days later, the fleet left Nurgan.

Also stepping onto the bow of the ship was Gong Yonggu, the lone hero.

……

Shenyang.

This Shenyang Zhongwei, which was renamed "Shengjing" by Nurhachi, has become a dead city today.

Under the heavy snow, bones were everywhere.

Liu Wenbing and Gong Yonggu jointly returned the "generous gift", allowing the Tatars to finally taste the retribution of heaven.

The plague brought by the Hezhe people turned the Tatar capital into a ghost.

When the plague began to spread on a large scale and people died every moment, the Tatars who stayed in Shengjing panicked.

I don't know who was the leader, and those who could still move fled the city one after another.

This move further caused the plague to spread to the entire Liaodong.

The infected people who could not move fell inside the city they had robbed.

……

"Cough...cough!"

A man dressed in common people's clothes was sitting in a house with a fire burning in front of him. However, he was shaking all over.

"I'm dying!"

The man coughed for a while, stretched out his hand to wipe the smelly black blood from the corner of his mouth, and said sad words. However, there was no sadness in his eyebrows.

Behind him, a dozen men in the same clothes fell to the ground crookedly. The ground in front of him was covered with blood.

There were several men who seemed to have received medical treatment before their death and had their shirts undone.

I saw that the armpits of those corpses were full of pustules.

"Cough cough!"

The man coughed for a while and reluctantly threw a few logs into the fire, making the fire even bigger.

"The Marquis and the Prince Consort succeeded!"

"The Hezhe people brought the plague here..."

The man laughed loudly, but his chest moved and he coughed rapidly again.

Black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Deserved!

Who told you to let go of your good life and then betray us and go to our territory to burn, kill and loot?

My Ming Dynasty has kindly taken you in, but you don’t want to repay your kindness, and you actually retort...

This is what you deserve! "

The man glanced around the room.

Under the dim light, it was vaguely visible that there were several corpses lying crookedly on the ground in the inner room.

Those corpses had obvious "giant views".

It was obvious that the body had been dead for some time and had begun to decay.

"We made it!"

The man murmured softly.

He forced himself to sit up, took off his shoes, and took out a letter from the lining.

The man didn't even look at it and threw it into the fire.

The hot white charcoal is so terrifyingly hot.

As soon as the letter was thrown in, a puff of smoke came out and it was instantly burned to ashes.

"Prince-in-law, I can't deliver your letter!"

The man struggled to get up, kowtowed to the north.

"Prince-in-law, if there is another life, I will follow you to send plague to the stupid people!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The man coughed again, and the blood spitting out of his mouth formed a line.

This simple action made the man collapse helplessly on the blood.

He gasped.

In fact, even breathing seemed to have no strength.

Chest heaving.

A wheezing sound came from the man's throat, like a bellows blowing.

The man frowned, but slowly closed his eyes.

"Master Marquis, I can't complete your mission..."

The lips were slightly opened and closed, and the voice was weak and inaudible.

The beeping sound of the bonfire was so terrifying in the deserted city.

The movement gradually died down.

……

I don’t know how long it took, but the man who fell on the ground like a dead body moved his fingers.

After a while, the man slowly opened his eyes.

"I, I'm not dead yet..."

Looking at the fire beside him with only embers remaining, the man was stunned.

"Hoohoo~!"

A gust of cold wind with a whistling sound came, and the man couldn't help shivering.

"Snapped!"

The man slapped his palm on the charcoal fire where only sparks remained.

"Ouch!

Hot, hot, hot! "

The man raised his palm with a grin, and looked at it carefully. There was already a blister on his palm.

"I'm not dead yet!"

"Hahaha!

I'm not dead! "

The man pushed himself up and sat on the ground.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the man shivered again.

"I actually survived the mutated pimple sores?"

The man's eyes widened and he reached out and touched his armpit in disbelief.

I found that the pustule that was originally hot was no longer so hot.

"Hahaha!

I've got it! "

The man put his hands on the ground and laughed while crawling.

He was completely weak, but he showed a sincere smile.

He moved almost inch by inch, brought firewood, and then crawled to a dead body:

"Li Goudan, we are all brothers, I am still alive, I got through it!"

He struggled to take off the clothes of the corpse:

“I will raise the fire again and lend you some clothes.

Don’t worry, when I get better, I’ll let you rest in peace..."

The man took off the clothes from the corpse with difficulty and tore them into strips of cloth.

Carefully place it on Mars and blow it hard to burn.

He added clothes little by little, and when the fire became stronger, he added more firewood.

The bonfire was lit again.

The man took out a piece of dry biscuit from the bag beside him, put it in front of the fire, and heated it at high temperature.

"In the epidemic prevention manual handed over to us by His Majesty, it is said that the plague is caused by infection by tiny organisms that are invisible to human eyes.

In epidemic areas, you must eat cooked food and drink boiled water..."

The man murmured while searching for firewood as best he could.

It’s freezing outside and you have to survive first.

Only by taking good care of your body can you complete the tasks assigned by your consort.

It was getting dark gradually.

The man carefully controlled the fire.

Don't fill it too much, lest flames ignite the house.

Don't fill it too little, because when the temperature drops sharply at night, it is easy for the fire to go out.