Become a feudal king from today

Jincheng. read

Ironwood Tower sits twenty meters away from Mulehun Zhen.

Although when searching for smallpox patients, he never came within thirty meters.

But for safety reasons, he still has to keep a distance from his father Khan.

Lest the great Khan be infected with the terrible smallpox.

After all, as far as he knew, an emperor of the Central Plains Dynasty also died of contracting smallpox.

It can be seen that even the imperial doctors are helpless against this terrible plague.

"Father, my son has driven a thousand slaves into the camp, and soon they will be infected with smallpox." Temuta said.

Mulehon nodded.

He finally waited for this moment, except this time he found a man infected with smallpox on the grassland.

He also dispatched people from all over Beidi who had been infected with smallpox and survived.

Because Ivan promised him that those who had smallpox would not get smallpox again.

These people had access to people who had smallpox.

"It will take ten days for them to get sick. At that time, Khan can ask them to collect things that the infected people have come into contact with and find a way to throw these things to Yanguan." Ivan said.

That's his whole plan.

Mulehongzhen nodded with satisfaction and said to Ulanba: "Have you selected the person who will go to Yanguan?"

"Father Khan has been chosen. They used to be archers in the Xiliang army." Ulanba looked to the south and smiled cruelly.

This time, he wanted to see how King Yan responded.

As they were talking, suddenly the Beidi soldiers around them raised their heads and looked to the sky.

A look of horror.

I saw many pieces of paper falling like snowflakes.

Above them, a dark spot was moving slowly.

"Hot air balloon." Ivan was shocked.

Seeing it with his own eyes, he finally believed that what Mulehon really said was true.

The King Yan they say really knows how to build a hot air balloon.

"Father Khan, be careful, hide quickly." Ulanba shouted.

The soldiers immediately surrounded Mulehonzhen and ran towards the house.

The whole grassland now knows that Enke was killed by this thing.

They will never let this happen again.

So when they see something like this, they hide.

"Damn it." Hiding under the eaves and looking at the hot air balloon, Mullerhon almost gritted his silver teeth.

These days, such pieces of paper floating from the sky have appeared in coastal counties.

The journey basically started from Yanguan to the north, and now it was finally Jincheng’s turn.

"Jincheng is too close to the seaside." Ulanba frowned.

It is no more than thirty miles from the coast to Jincheng.

At that time, when King Yan sent troops to attack Ningjin Dusi, he made trouble near Jincheng several times.

Unexpectedly, King Yan's hot air balloon also flew over Jincheng.

"What does it say on the paper? Is it the same as in other counties?" Muller Hongzhen asked.

Ulanba nodded and held the palm-sized piece of paper in front of him.

"Father Ning Jin, the separation of more than ten years has been too long, and this hatred is lingering. Now King Yan has great ambitions, and wants to regain his homeland and return you to a peaceful and prosperous era. I don't want to lose my ambition. I would rather die than surrender, break free from the prison, and regain my hometown... "Ulanba read it in a low voice.

There are some pictures on the reverse side of the paper.

It depicts Yanzhou soldiers and Beidi people embracing each other.

"Like those sent from other counties, this King Yan is really wishful thinking. This time I just hope that he will catch smallpox and die." Ulanba cursed viciously.

Mulehon really thought so in his heart, but didn't say it out loud.

"Does he think that with these few pieces of paper, he can stir up the great people of Ningjin Dusi to rebel against us in Beidi? It's really a joke. I'm afraid he doesn't know that we killed them with swords back then." Mueller Hong Zhen looked to the south, "If we let him be proud for a few more days, he will cry soon."

at the same time.

The flying pieces of paper were also scattered to the camp outside Jincheng.

In the camp, more than a thousand Dasong slaves looked confusedly at the pieces of paper falling from the sky.

A young slave over thirty years old picked up a piece of paper, just looked at it, and burst into tears.

He used to be a scholar. When Ningjin Dusi was defeated, he did not escape after all and was captured by Beidi soldiers.

Since then, he has been driven by the Beidi people to cut down trees and dig mines all year round, and he has managed to survive until now.

But damn Beidi didn't let him go after all.

After being driven into the camp, specialized Beidi soldiers escorted them into a tent.

When he entered, the first thing he saw was that the man lying on the ground had smallpox.

Forced to kiss the person's feet, they were driven out again and replaced with another group.

Now, they are just waiting to die in this camp.

He knew very well that only one person out of ten would get smallpox.

"Is King Yan coming? It's a pity that I can't wait for this day." Zhuang Ai wiped his tears.

The white palms of his hands, which he used to read and hold pens, had turned black and full of cracks, and several of his nails had fallen off.

This wipe left a stain on his face.

"Coming down, coming down..." When he was feeling sad, suddenly the slaves pointed to the sky.

I saw the black spots in the sky getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, he saw clearly that it was something like a balloon.

After staring for a while in surprise like the other slaves, Zhuang Ai suddenly realized something.

Beidi drove them into this camp to get infected with smallpox.

If you want people like yourself to die, there is no need to use such troublesome methods.

Moreover, the outside of this camp is very tightly guarded. It seems more like Beidi is planning something, which is definitely not a good thing.

Seeing that the hot air balloon was getting closer and closer, and there seemed to be people on it, he felt it was necessary to spread the news.

After all, the piece of paper was thrown down by this thing, it must belong to King Yan.

Thinking of this, he immediately whispered a few words to the people around him.

The people around him were all the slaves who usually lived with him, and they were very familiar with each other.

He also told them about smallpox.

At this moment, these people are as desperate as they are.

This despair turned into overwhelming hatred for Beidi.

Death is everywhere, and now they have nothing to fear.

After some exchanges.

He led the familiar slaves to stand up and drove the surrounding slaves away, leaving only themselves.

Zhuang Ai immediately asked them to stand according to his command.

The Beidi soldiers guarding them looked at them and felt strange, but they didn't notice anything unusual and ignored them.

Just looking at the sky like the rest of his slaves.

now.

On a hot air balloon flying in the sky, three soldiers were observing the camp.

Today, they took off from a warship on the sea east of Jincheng and flew specifically to drop leaflets over Jincheng.

This is the order given to them by the Propaganda Department.

At the same time, they also received an order to take a closer look at the camp outside Jincheng.

This order was given to him by the Control Yuan and the Fourth Yuan.

At this moment, the movement below caught their attention.

The shape of some slaves standing in the clearing seems to be two words.