boyutpedia Chapter 447 Impulsive Wen Zi'an
Chapter 447 Impulsive Wen Zi'an
Chapter 447 Impulsive Wen Zi'an
The army was already filled with cries of agony, while Qin Yu clung to life, waiting for Qin Qiao to come and rescue him and take him back to the capital.
"Where is Prime Minister Qin? Wasn't he supposed to be in charge of escorting the medicinal herbs this time?" Qin Qiao said weakly.
He didn't want to stay in this horrible place anymore; he'd die!
He's taken so much medicine and it's still not getting better, does that mean he's doomed?! He wants to go back to Beijing! He wants to go back to Beijing to find the best doctor to treat him!
Wasn't this plague a conspiracy by the Northern Barbarians? When they can't hold on any longer, Chiduotu will surely launch a major attack, at which point they will be powerless to resist and can only be slaughtered.
In this way, his life is over!
The two lackeys, A and B, were in no better shape. Both had red rashes on their necks and faces, and their eyes were bloodshot from lack of rest, making them look extremely frightening.
Hearing his question, the two hesitated, but finally decided to tell Qin Qiao.
"When Lord Qin reached a hundred meters away, he didn't come any closer. They let the horses walk over on their own and just watched from a distance, without even asking for a carriage."
After saying that, Dog Leg A's heart sank. They were still waiting for Qin Qiao to take them out, at least there was still a glimmer of hope.
But he doesn't even take care of his own nephew, whom he loves like a son. How can he expect to take care of the servants?
Qin Yu stared blankly at the ceiling after hearing this, and after a while, he felt dizzy and fainted.
"General!" the henchman exclaimed, looking at his lifeless appearance as if he were dead.
The lackey B watched in horror. He reached out tremblingly to check Qin Yu's breath and found that he was still breathing and his chest was rising and falling slightly.
"Medical doctor! Medical doctor, come quickly and see my general!"
He ran out and shouted at the door. Soon the army doctor arrived, and upon closer inspection, he was in no better condition.
After taking Qin Yu's pulse and having medicine prepared and delivered, the military doctor was already panting heavily when he gave the instructions.
"Feed Vice General Qin some liquid food; he's severely depleted."
Several of the first batch of infected people have already died, and the rest are not much better off than Qin Yu.
The other half of the medicinal herbs are almost used up, and their efficacy is questionable; there's been no noticeable effect so far.
The dead horses and people were burned on the spot, and the camp was filled with gray smoke every day.
He wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but he was immediately called out again because several soldiers were already on the verge of death.
Not long after, black smoke rose again not far from the Great Jing Army's encampment. The Northern Barbarians saw it and immediately lit bonfires to celebrate.
Chidotu was so excited that his neck turned red, and he ordered an immediate attack, but Balu stopped him.
"Boli, I think the smoke today is even worse than yesterday. It seems more people died in this place than yesterday."
"Why don't we wait a couple more days? You can also recover your health before we start fighting."
Chidotu pondered for a moment and finally nodded. He had been seriously injured when the Hound Army went into battle, and before he had fully recovered, he had been engaged in several more small battles, which left him feeling quite tired.
"Have you investigated thoroughly? Are you sure that the masked man is Helian Yue, the invincible war god of the Great Jing?" He was a little apprehensive.
If that's true, then from the moment they suffered their first defeat, this man was the one devising the strategies.
He wondered how the people of Dajing had suddenly become so skilled in battle; it turned out they had someone backing them up.
Fortunately, this person became a wanted criminal in the Great Jing Kingdom, so they naturally had ways to deal with him.
Balu confidently replied that he had already sent men to infiltrate the capital of Dajing, and that the emperor of Dajing would likely find out about it within a couple of days.
When Helian Yue was captured, and the army of Dajing was also paralyzed by the epidemic, no matter how capable the young general was, there was nothing he could do.
The atmosphere between the two armies was in stark contrast, and Chidotu was unaware that their dreams were about to be shattered.
Wen Luozhi and Tieyi had already covered half the distance at breakneck speed, while Da Bai and Xiao Hei had amazing stamina and would only stop for half an incense stick's time when they were hungry.
"What the heck..." Tieyi patted Da Bai's back, and the horse, hearing him praise itself, swayed its tail proudly.
The shadowy figure discovered that the people Helian Yue had left outside had already gathered the medicinal herbs and were on their way.
Wen Zi'an received a letter from Jiang Shuqian, in which he mentioned that Wen Luozhi had secretly gone to the northern border, making him as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"No! I have to go find my little sister."
He picked up his double hammers, took the reins, and was about to go down the mountain when Feng Qian stopped him.
"Zi'an! You went without any preparation?!"
"This is no laughing matter! The army is suffering from a plague this time."
Wen Zian glanced at him, his eyes resolute.
So what if there's a plague? His two younger siblings are there; he can't just stand by and do nothing.
He mounted his horse and was about to run away when Mu Zhuangzi and Xia Tingfeng came over and stopped him.
When "Master" Wen Zi'an saw Xia Tingfeng, he lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.
Because Xia Tingfeng often taught him to stay calm and avoid impulsiveness in the face of problems, he was still afraid that his master would blame him.
Xia Tingfeng gestured for him to dismount, but Wen Zian was determined to disobey this time.
"Master, I must go!"
Xia Tingfeng glared at him and reached out to pull him off the horse.
"You brat, did I say you weren't allowed to go?" He pointed to two large flatbed trucks not far away: "I've already had someone find out that the army's most pressing need right now is medicinal herbs."
"You can't go empty-handed, and you especially can't go alone the first time you go out! Your teacher will accompany you."
After all, Wen Luozhi was the savior of his two daughters, and Jiang Wan had taken good care of him when they were in Shanquan Village.
If it weren't for that thousand-year-old ginseng, his wife might not have survived, let alone given birth to a healthy baby.
Wen Zian was stunned. Jiang Wan and the little girl had only just returned. How could Master go out on an adventure? Absolutely not.
Just as he was about to refuse, Xia Tingfeng had already walked away with his hands behind his back, saying as he went, "At most, we'll become famous for our old dream journey. You should use today to practice the new moves I'm teaching you."
Wen Zi'an stared blankly at his retreating figure. Feng Qian patted him hard on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We'll go with you, just as your master, the head of the manor, has said."
Mu Zhuangzi and Ling Chi each supported one of his arms as they led him to the training ground, trying to distract him.
……
Qin Qiao felt unwell all over on the way back to the capital. The accompanying doctor examined him repeatedly to soothe his anxious emotions.
"Prime Minister, please rest assured. This plague can only be passed on by being close to someone. We were so far apart that day, we wouldn't have caught it."
He would say this several times a day, and Qin Qiao would only believe it for a short time before he would start clamoring for the convoy to stop so that he could have a doctor examine him.
Traveling cautiously and stopping frequently, Qin Qiaoren finally relaxed and collapsed from exhaustion upon arriving in Beijing.
Isolated outside the city, Qin Wanyue dared not visit him, fearing he might have returned with the plague.
The people in the Prime Minister's residence also dared not go out, their worries naturally mirroring those of Qin Wanyue.
That's a plague! You could lose your life in no time. They'd better keep their heads down and behave themselves.