Startled Meng

"Looking at it all the way, the disaster situation in the villages in the south of the city is not as serious as in the city."

"Master Yan said that the villages in the south of the city were built on higher ground. When the flood happened, there were no major casualties. Although the roads were impassable and they were trapped at home, the villagers could still survive by relying on stored grain. Go there." Yue Junshan followed Yan Cijing, and said again,

"All the brothers brought here have already entered the village to help, at least clear out a path that can be walked."

"it is good."

Yan Cijing stepped on the soft mud again, and Yue Junshan helped him not to fall. He stabilized his figure, scanned the yellow mud in front of him and behind him, and ordered:

"When the flood came, several villagers were washed away. When the flood receded, there was a lot of mud. Remember to bring someone to clean it up."

"Yes." Yue Junshan pointed to the front, "Sir, Ax Village is ahead, and the situation is basically the same, so don't look any further?"

Yan Cijing glanced at it from a distance, the entrance of the village was quiet, no one was seen, and seeing that the Ax Village was built on a higher ground, the situation must not be that bad, so he nodded and followed Yue Junshan back.

The southern land is wet, and the sand washed by the flood will not dry quickly. In addition, the silt is very thick, and every foot that steps on it is very clear. Yan Cijing looked down and found a series of footprints.

Following Yan Cijing's eyes, Yue Junshan saw that it was just a series of ordinary people's footprints, and there was nothing wrong with it: "My lord, what's wrong?"

Yan Cijing: "There are only footprints from Ax Village, and they haven't returned..." He thought of the children he saw in Qiliu yesterday.

Yue Junshan carefully identified: "There are some who go back, but very few." He straightened his waist and explained,

"My lords don't know that Axe Village is not a village in the true sense. At the beginning, a few homeless people gathered together to live in a few thatched houses. Later, more and more refugees lived here, and gradually It has the title of Ax Village."

"People in Ax Village are poor, so it's normal to run out when you're hungry."

Yan Cijing pondered for a moment, and decided to take a look.

Yue Junshan held back Yan Cijing: "My lord, to tell you the truth, the people living in Futou Village are all rogues and bandits. They stink to the sky and are very dirty. No one usually cares about them. Let's go back."

Hearing what he said, Yan Cijing wanted to take a look. Yue Junshan had no choice but to follow.

At this time, the officers and soldiers from other villages who had cleared up the village had already followed, and a group of people walked towards Axe Village in a mighty manner.

Ax Village is called a village, but it is just a general name for a group of people who have accumulated in a certain place for a long time. Not only the people outside call it this way, but the people inside have gradually become territorial. A fence was formed around the ground, and a piece of white cloth with an ax painted on it was tied at the door, and a village was built in a decent manner.

Walking in, you can see that on both sides of the road, there are dilapidated houses built randomly with rotten wood and thatch. There are rags and broken bowls piled up next to the houses. place.

Before entering the village, Yue Junshan still held back Yan Cijing: "Sir, why don't you go in? Once the flood occurs, everyone who can walk and move must go out. It's almost enough to let the brothers go in and make a round. .”

After Yue Junshan said so, Yan Cijing had no choice but to agree and wait near the fence.

The wind in the outskirts of the village is not buffered by the houses, and it blows from all directions. Among them, the smell of soil is the strongest, and there is also a pungent smell of damp.

Moisture?

Yan Cijing lowered his head and looked at the pine mud under his feet that had been stepped out of water.When the flood comes, although it will not immediately flood the Ax Village, which occupies the high ground, it will soon surround the Ax Village.

However, Ax Village is not a village in the true sense. Yan Cijing scanned around and found no man-dug wells. Then, where did the people trapped in the village get clean water because of the flood?

Seeing Yan Cijing walking towards the village, Yue Junshan yelled and followed.

Refugees gather here not only because of the terrain, but also because there is a river nearby. Yan Cijing saw the trees washed down by the flood behind the house, and went around to the left behind the house.

"Sure enough, there is a river here."

Yan Cijing frowned and looked at the river yellowed by the flood. It was much lower than the terrain, and there was a bucket hanging from a rope beside it.

Yue Junshan suddenly realized: "Master Yan is looking for water? This water flow should be cut off from the main river by the villagers of Futou Village, and the upstream should be in the villages in front."

Yan Cijing pointed to the big tree that blocked the river: "Order someone to move this tree away, the water has already overflowed the river and formed a big pool."

Yue Junshan said yes, and put down the bucket to try the depth.

Yan Cijing continued to walk back, and when he heard Yue Junshan yell "Master Yan" in horror, he followed the sound and turned his head.

"My lord... look quickly..."

Yan Cijing looked intently, and saw a stick rolled with yellow mud sticking out from the bucket that Yue Junshan put down. When Yue Junshan pulled the rope, the stick slid out of the wooden bucket lying on the water, and the stick was white and flamboyant. The column fell into the water, and the last ones to enter the water were five fingers with soaked hair!

It was a human arm!

Yan Cijing took two steps back, still panicked: "Quick, hurry up and call someone!"

Yan Cijing ran out with Yue Junshan, and he had a vague guess in his heart. Ax Village seemed empty, not only because there were few people...

There was a cry from the broken house covered with black cloth: "Mother..."

Yan Cijing opened the curtain, and at the moment when sunlight flooded the whole room, countless flies buzzed out of the room, Yan Cijing sideways avoided, and then looked into the room, the scene had already shocked him so much that he couldn't even speak not out.

The smell in the house was overwhelming, and the dirty child who asked for porridge at Qiliu yesterday was kneeling in front of a dead body, holding a cold arm and shaking it back and forth, with a half bowl of porridge beside him.

The child had obviously seen Yan Cijing, and asked with a dirty, weeping face, "Mother, why are you ignoring me?"

Yan Ci's camera skin was numb, and even the base of his tongue was stiff and difficult to move, but he couldn't just ignore it and run away.

Yue Junshan came running at this moment, also in a panic, he didn't care about his dignity, he forced Yan Cijing to pull out: "My lord, come here to see."

Yan Cijing took a hard breath: "What happened?"

The front of the hut was surrounded by officers and soldiers, all with disgusted faces, turning their heads and retching, not daring to look directly at the scene in the hut, and some young people squatted aside and vomited.

Yan Cijing had an ominous premonition, and his pace gradually slowed down, and the surrounding officers and soldiers gave way one after another, so that Yan Cijing caught off guard and saw the scene in the house clearly.

bloody...

Yan Cijing's stomach was full of acid, and his face was pale, Yue Junshan supported him: "Master Yan, are you alright?"

Yan Cijing's eyes were scarlet: "These three people, kill them with sticks on the spot!" After giving the order, he turned around and left, not wanting to take another look.

Suddenly sentenced to death, the three of them scrambled and grabbed Yan Cijing's clothes.

"My lord, spare me! We didn't mean it!"

Yan Cijing raised his foot and kicked one person, while the other two people with bloody hands grabbed Yan Cijing's left and right hands tightly.

"My lord, please listen to my explanation. There is nothing to eat in Axe Village, and people are not buried in the ground when they die. I just want to survive, just to survive!"

"My lord, we are just too hungry, so hungry! The flood trapped Ax Village, and many people died of starvation. I did this because I didn't want to die! Please forgive me!"

Yue Junshan threw one person away and cursed: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you drag him away!"

The dumbfounded soldiers ran up to pull people away,

No one wanted to die, Yan Cijing was the last straw for the three of them at this moment, how could they let go so easily after grabbing it, when Yan Cijing finally pulled back his hand, the sleeve had been torn, leaving several deep scars on his arms Scratches on the meat were visible.

The officers and soldiers pulled hard, and the clothes of the three men were torn, and they were ripped apart in two or three strokes, exposing their bare arms.

Yue Junshan asked: "Master Yan, are you alright?"

Yan Cijing shook his head, looked at the three ragged men without moving, and suddenly shouted: "Let go! Put them all down quickly! No one comes near them!"

Shouting at the top of their lungs, the officers and soldiers were taken aback, and when they regained their senses, they immediately withdrew their hands.

Yue Junshan reacted the fastest, pointing his sword at the three people: "Stand away from them, they have black spots on their bodies! I don't know what disease it is?"

sick?

Yan Cijing's whole body was stiff, and fear spread densely from his heels.

How did he forget?How could I forget?After a major disaster, there must be a major epidemic. He only remembered flood prevention, but forgot to prevent epidemics.

"Vice General Yue, quickly send someone to the government office to explain the situation, the rest of the people should not act rashly, and surround Ax Village, no one can enter or leave at will."

There was no vitality in Ax Village, and even the wind was getting colder and colder. Yan Cijing fought a cold war, and suddenly felt very tired.

Yue Junshan ordered to seal the entrance of Futou Village, and even sealed Yan Cijing inside: "My lord, you are injured, and I have to..."

Yan Cijing nodded wearily: "I understand."

In the distance, a fast horse galloped through the wind.

"drive--"

Everyone heard it, and Yan Cijing also squinted his eyes to look at it. He was an angry man in fresh clothes, with flying hair on his temples. He was such an imposing man.

It was obviously getting closer, but Yan Cijing felt that he was getting farther and farther away from him. Yu Fang knew whether he should come, Yan Cijing turned around slowly, but was shocked by the call with names and surnames .

"Strict speech mirror!"

The author says:

Good night