No Worries about Food and Medicine

The rebels across the land did not pass the shui water, and a great victory came from the north. The so-called 200,000 army of Heluana was really a bluff, but it was also a small Beiqi Ruo able to open a 200,000 army Come, even if it is the servant who is burning in the house and the baby who is still feeding in the tent. Despite being exhausted in raising soldiers in recent years, Da Xia was not caught by a Northern Army.

He Luoa was beaten with a helmet and abandoned armor. He was so masculine and angry when he came, how disgraced he was when he went, and exited the North Yanguan, leaving a few hundreds of old and sick people, all the way along the foothills of Yanshan He fled northwest to the ruins of the Beicheng Imperial City, standing on the bones of his father's family, Jiao Hei, under the siege of the Daxia army, hesitated for dozens of steps, and thanked himself.

It was here that year, General Li Guogong's general burned the Imperial City of Beidi with a fire and avenged his maid who died early.

It was also here. He Luoa was holding a long-slashed long knife before death. He looked like crazy, pointing at the world and pointing at himself. He laughed three times and scolded himself: "For many years, for others I made a wedding dress! My father gave him a seat as a guest, and I listened to his words again, and believed that he would give me reinforcements! What a fool! "He pointed at the general Xia Xia, the silver helmet of the orangutan, crying and laughing. The complaint, "Your Daxia, rotten to the ground! Go back and tell the old man whose name is Ji is not dead, he will take revenge and find the wrong person! Hahahahaha—"

He Luoa died, leaving an old servant who was too panicked and did not have the time to do justice, and was taken back to the barracks.

The old servant was a member of the old palace. He served several generations of the beijing royal family. He saw the **** winds and secret trades inside and outside the palace. He became old and could not stand torture or beaten. The confession was passed back to Beijing. Horrified. In those years, Bei Di had a food shortage, and it was really impossible. He had to frequently disturb the grabbing of grain and grass at the Daxia border, but he was beaten and defeated by the Ji family army. In the golden autumn of that year, Bei Di came to an extraordinary young man, claiming that there was a good way to save Bei Di's danger.

He did have a way to make the Ji Jiajun who had won the battle a hundred victories and defeated him. He could also put Bei Di spies into the gate, disguise as a businessman, swagger into Gyeonggi, and take away the children of the generals of that season.

The young man, who claimed to be the royal family of Da Xia, sent countless gold and silver, and herds of cattle and sheep, and the Tao deliberately befriended Bei Di for a hundred years.

But who can imagine that his knot has killed the life of the entire Beiji clan!

The Ji family died of the only son-in-law, and Li Guo was seriously injured. Even if he killed three hundred people of the Beiji royal family, he still broke down overnight. He carried the head of the Beiji royal family and hung up. Yanguan City Gate, this battle, Da Xia raised his eyebrows for thirteen years!

But how can I go back to Beijing, into the house, full of plain silk.

Li Guogong vomited blood on the coffin, and the white-haired person gave the black-haired person-the meaning is hard to be flat!

In the end, Bei Di was nothing more than the knife that killed him with a knife.

The emperor was furious, and the portrait of the three generations of emperors was pulled from the ancestral temple. He went to the prison and ordered Beiji's old servant to identify him. The old servant was bloody, shaking his hand, holding wax, and skipped dozens of old relatives of the old Yan family with a pair of yellow eyes, he was shaking and trembling, and pulled out one of them. A long-yellow portrait of a teenager, decisively: "... It's him, yes."

He could not admit his mistakes.

It is Dingbeihou who guards Beiyanyanguan, and he can't get rid of his relationship if he releases the Beidi spies into Beijing. Looking down, the four houses in Yanbei have rotted from the roots, and they smell bad from top to bottom. They are exploited layer by layer, and a little nameless Dingbei Hou has been there for half a year. They are all in bitter places where they eat frost and drink snow, and the days are even more nourishing than the princes in the capital.

His hand was still stretched south, and Zhuangzi quickly drew to Gyeonggi. The racetrack was 300 acres larger than the royal one. Mo said it was a horse race.

Manchu dynasty and martial arts, the original form revealed, ugly appearance.

The matter spread to the south, to Ji Hong ’s ears, Yu Jinnian almost jumped up from the small couch and drove out the talking Duan Ming, he was almost crazy last time for Ji Yan with a broken knife, this time I do n’t know how to toss ! Duan Mingming was quick and talked like a cross talk. He finished the ups and downs in three words. Yu Jinnian felt that his **** was hot, but he had to sit down and watch Ji Hong's expression carefully.

Ji Hong looked up and down for this matter, and found traces of clues long ago, and understood in his heart, but he could not let go of it, but he really listened to others and said that the ins and outs were like an outsider. speak.

Yu Jinnian panicked: "A Hong?"

The outside was suddenly noisy, and it sounded joyous. This battle came piecemeal from Chunan. At first, there were platoon formations, marching in secret, and few people were able to fight quickly and painfully. Listening to the excitement outside, it was such a hilarious time for the first time since the war.

Yu Jinnian lifted the tent and went out, listening to outsiders shouting: "Fuzhou Grand Victory! Fuzhou Grand Victory!"

A group of people cheered and welcomed General Min who was wearing their silver armor. His nails shouldn't be considered silver anymore. There was blood in the cracks, and his face was all smudged. He had a long, long gun in his hand, and he talked with his generals with a smile, and he was radiant. The horseshoe came back to the camp on the blood of the enemy, and on the ground was covered with blood-red mud pits, but everyone's face was full of cheerful smiles.

This is what it looks like to win the battle. The son-in-law of the Min family, who looked like a literati, but also had blood and iron bones, could hold the pen and play the gun! In such a graceful manner, no one can find a second person under the sky!

Yu Jinnian was also happy: "A Hong, do you hear that Fuzhou has won!"

Ji Hong moved, and whispered: "Will win, and continue to win. Before winning, I want to ask him, what is wrong with him."

He looked up at Yu Jinnian and his heart calmed down again. He took the hairpins on his head and **** the hair behind his shoulders for the teenager, and put them on his head neatly: "Go, the foreign general will win the camp, It's our internal generals' shot. "

Yu Jinnian's good medical skills, golden wounds, pus and ulcers, and the diseases often found in the barracks, there is nothing he can't cure. He took a group of young medical doctors to travel between the tents, looking at the most frail and the most unusable But it is the most hopeful person in the entire military camp. Min Ji can win the unwinnable battle, he can fight, Min Ji can not save the suffering, he can save. The wounded barracks privately called him General Nei. Although it was a joke, the living grace was real.

Yu Jinnian touched the hairpins on her hair, nodded, called Su Ting, and nodded the medical doctor who was still asleep in the tent, and went straight to the wounded barracks, which was also dry, and that was his battlefield.

Ji Hong watched him hide in the middle of the soldiers, reached out and gave Duan Ming a jade order, turned his head, and saw Min Ji.

"General Min, congratulations."

Min Xuefei waved his hand, and the heavy armor gleamed in the sun. He opened his lips and said: "Ji Jun Shi, the same joy!" He spread Duan Ming, who was far away, and added a bit of cunning in his smile, "Ji Jun Shi again Any good ideas? "

Ji Hong is very calm: "It's none of your business. Kill people."

One wounded soldier after another was brought in, and flesh and blood lay in the tent in a vague manner, and Yu Jinnian was too late to distinguish who was who. I used to fight too lightly. This time it was real swords and guns and Yan Chang ’s well-equipped flanker met. Yu Jinnian saw the brutality of the war for the first time. When the two armies met, no one saw the enemy as a human being, and the sword and axe were chopped on the body like a butcher chopping meat.

A pot of hot water and spirits poured into the tent, and howled in pain. When the wine was not enough, boiled the onion and boiled the whole tent, but it was like the pain that was poured on the wound. The soldiers couldn't help but the heroic vigor of the victory.

He took Su Ting and sewed it to people while listening to the flesh-and-blood soldier telling how freely he was on the battlefield, hitting the dog thieves with blood.

There is no way, the whole arm is connected with only a little skin, and there are several holes in the body. The white-flower-flower bones are poked out of the body, and the blood has run out. Yu Jinnian ca n’t hold it here. There, the blood collapsed, and even Su Ting could see that he could not.

Before dying, I wanted to drink warmth, and the sterilized spirit was poured into my mouth, and choked out of my nostrils, and I couldn't swallow it.

The joy of Fuzhou Dajie was only a short moment, but Yu Jinnian faced a long and helpless pain, a near-touchable death. The war provoked by Yan Chang will destroy tens of thousands of families, countless children will lose their fathers, and thousands of wives will lose their husbands.

The more the front advances, the more intense the battle. The dead are just the most common scenes.

The weather has fallen into autumn, and it has already passed the moon and the sun and the Chongyang Festival. It is about that the middle of Beijing should fall leaves, but the south is still a lush mass. Min Xuefei returned to Lingchang City, with plenty of water and flowers in the city, clusters of hibiscus hugged by the water, falling towards the evening, lilac pink and white, and now they are all red, like **** scars.

Lingchang is an elegant city. How many Hanlin Bachelor and Mo Ke Sao have been produced since ancient times, and there are still many poems on the walls of the wine shops in the city's Difang Square. The hibiscus flower stream was crushed into red by riding on a clank of iron, and the sky's evil spirit was coiled on top of the person's head, squeezing the half-burning evening glow.

Lingchang's gentry and gentry were shocked and dared to gather fortune and gather money, hiding behind their doors at home. Yan Chang's Yuezi flag fell to the side of the road in dismay, and was burned to only half of it. In addition to the soldiers who cleaned the mess and the horseshoes patrolling the city, there was only a group of doctors wearing clear blue medical gowns to collect the wounded soldiers in the streets.

A wounded soldier whose half of his cheek was blown was holding Yu Jinnian with a **** hand, struggling to put the nameplate on his waist, and he spit out blood while screaming: "Remarry ... Let her remarry ..."

Yu Jinnian only held the nameplate, and he couldn't save it, so he opened his eyes, half-pulled his palm in front of Yu Jinnian's lapel, mud mixed with meat, dragged down a long blood mark, and looked dead.

This is still true after winning battles, but what about those who have lost battles?

...... If there is one more time, Yu Jinnian will die and will not go to the battlefield.

Yan Chang swallowed hundreds of thousands of troops, and the troops of the 13 southern counties were swallowed by him. The front was pulled from the east coast to Muyang in the Central Plains. His ambition was too great, but he was not aware of the lack of human support.

The westbound frontline was slashed by Min Ji, clicked in Lingchang, and was intercepted. The 50,000 soldiers of the west wing were trapped in Muyang, and became Min Xuefei's captive.

Yan Chang had to lead his soldiers to the east and walk to Zhongling. Zhongling is one of the largest cities in the south. The city is high and deep, and the city has prosperous scenery and comparable to Xia Jing. To the north of Zhongling, it is the river. After crossing the river, it directly hit the hinterland of the Xiajiang North Plain, pointing directly to the Xiajing Acropolis.

No matter how bad it is, returning to Zhongling City can also rule the river with the Northern Emperor.

Zhou Feng entered the big tent, kicked Yu Xu out with one foot, and then grabbed the cold wine in the master ’s hand, then sat cross-legged, took out a large box of moxa, and stuffed it densely and densely into the thick bamboo tube. . Yan Chang looked up and looked at the "Quick" sword hanging on the opposite side. Zhou Feng lowered his head to smoke his shoulders and knew his way.

Yan Chang looked straight, as if to look through the sword from the go, to grasp the collar of the soul of the first emperor and ask him why he was given the sword, but he passed the throne to others. Why did he charge in a battle, set the country's security, and made great contributions, but in the end, it was his mediocre seven brothers. And he was kicked to the ground, and the three thousand miles of the imperial city went back, which was equivalent to allocating.

Is his destiny really determined by heaven, even if he tried hard, he could not get it?

A few more shoulder injuries were added. In autumn, the more painful the arm could not lift, the winter in Zhongling would be very humid and cold, and it would be warm and warm all year round. The doctor said that he had been ill for too long and could not go to the roots, but had to rely on raising.

But there was once a teenager who said: You are easy to cure.

Zhou Fengxun took Yan Chang's shoulders and squeezed under his hands, all of which could not be kneaded, like the lumps of the water and the wrong, he also felt distressed: "Otherwise we will go back to the south, the south is warm, and Langzhongdu across the land Know the roots and roots. Zhong Ling is in chaos, there is nothing wrong with Ai Rong. "

"Without Ai Rong, Ben Wang can't survive anymore ?!" Yan Chang glared, "Without this hand, Ben Wang can't beat this river?"

Zhou Feng: "..."

The plan to plot for ten years will soon become a reality. He has already hit Zhongling, and there are 4,500 miles of Wanliheshan under his command. Letting him go back at this time is tantamount to making a cut in his heart! That is to say, even if he retires, he can let him go?

Today, when I looked at mediocrity, the group of people under my hands was incompetent. Every day I was up and down, and I looked at it softly and squeezed, but I really started fighting, one by one, like a jackal and a leopard, and there was no mercy in killing. The Beidi people were killed again, and Dingbeihou fled from Yancheng to go to Beijing to call a grievance. He didn't walk halfway. He was in a different place. He pulled back to Xiajing a coffin, and there were a lot of chickens and dogs in it. What kind of bones and flesh-actually, I don't know when to ask the dog to nibble.

He gnawed it, and in any case, his bones were still there, and somehow, Gyeonggi's bureaucratic inexplicably lost the fire and burned it completely.

There are dozens of Ji concubines in Dingbei Houfu, far away in Yancheng, crying and dying for several past.

I checked it up pretendingly. Dingbei Hou ’s sons were three or two. They entered the capital and did n’t even dare to pick up the ashes of the old man. They only went to the house and asked for tears. They said nothing, and could keep hundreds of people in the family. Life is done. At this time, a group of people began to be mediocre and incompetent. The ball played for several days, and no one answered.

Zhou Feng collected Ai Rong and said, "Dingbeihou is dead."

Yan Chang pressed his shoulders: "If you die, you will die. He is so unclean in his work, and he can't blame others."

Zhou Feng paused: "Shoot the person with a knife and beheaded, the body was not eaten by the dog, and there was a fire, and the bones were raised." His grievances came, and he could not survive, but he died in such a way, he died arrogantly.

Some people want to let Dingbeihou die, is a decent way of death.

Zhou Fengdao: "I heard that Ji Hong was sitting in the big account behind the rebellious army."

When it comes to this, it will be bitter to continue.

Yan Chang was full of anger, and he didn't want to say more than half a word. He only yelled and asked Yu Xu to roll in.

Zhou Feng knew that he had difficulty sleeping because of his recent sleep. It was not only a pain in his shoulder, but also he was entangled in military affairs both at home and abroad. He could barely rest for a quarter and a half only when accompanied by cold wine intrusion and Yu Xu's hypocrisy.

After all, fake is fake, and it won't be true.

Nowadays, Xia Jing's most elite generals and military divisions are gathered in the big account of the rebellious army, with a group of Da Xia's most dazzling people. Fighting upward, the battle is fierce, and you are alive and dead. The generals of the civil service are pointing at their noses and scolding each other. The spit stars are flying, but they can work together down. Perhaps the seemingly "mediocre" emperor actually had a good means of not showing the mountains and revealing water, holding the life gate of Manchu Dynasty's civil and military power quietly.

Can Emperor Xian really see the wrong person?

Daxia, these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, can they really beat them?

Even Zhou Feng did not know.

Yu Jinnian took the people and built no more than 20 medical sheds. He walked all the way and contained the wounded who were involved in the fighting. He lived till the night and ran around with the light. Ji Hong paid up Zhuangzi, who was the base camp, came up and went down the stairs, picking an octagonal lantern left by some unknown girl, who thought it was dark outside, but did not want to leave the house, and the street was brightly lit , A string of braziers lay over, so that it hurts.

Under the orange fire is a doctor in a clear blue gown with hands and feet. Most of the night, no one is sitting, all of them are boiling water to decoction the wound.

In the past, the doctor was the most slack in fighting, and sometimes it was not as effective as the local Langzhong called in. Now these people are so angry and forgetting to eat. People are impressed. This is all thanks to the leading young man, who tirelessly puts every patient in the heart of the heart to worry about, and scolding people at a young age is no less than the old men of the doctors.

He aroused the heart of the doctor's heart to save the dead and help the wounded, so that the doctor who mixed the food and waited for death in the doctor's department remembered that he had read the medical scriptures, not for the corpse meal, but to go to the next hospital and treat the world. First-class illness, do the world's first-class doctor.

That's it, the army can win the victory all the way. The soldiers know that even if they break their arms and legs, as long as they hold their breath back to the big camp, as long as there is Yu Xiaoshen doctor, they will not let them sacrifice in vain, and they don't have to After seeing his skin rotting, he was forgotten to die after being forgotten in the battlefield.

Yu Xiaoshen doctor's medical skill is their destiny.

Ji Hong asked all the way and asked Dongtou until he found him beside a cluster of hibiscus flowers. The hibiscus in the night glowed faintly, and he stared at the burnt remains of gray at his feet. Ji Hong slowly walked over, spreading the prepared large cloak between his arms, and gently draped it on his shoulder. The air was light and salty, and the smell of confetti in the ash pile.

"How did you come here, it's dark, there is no one."

Unconsciously, it was so cold, Yu Jinnian dragged the big cloak of his shoulders, and shrunk his neck in the stand collar, dumbly said: "A few days ago it was the cold clothes festival, I totally forgot."

Ji Hong looked at the ash pile at his feet: "It's not too late to burn now."

Yu Jinnian stretched out his hand from the cloak and was picked up naturally by Ji Hong. The two took a short cut back and crossed a slate bridge. He couldn't help but look back. Lingchang City at night looked like Xin'an County and raised eaves The gray hut, the oily blue stone slabs, and the narrow and narrow alley winding in front of it, knotted, and looked up, and the lantern was decorated with orange.

It's just that it's much larger than Xin'an County. People entered the alley and couldn't see it in the blink of an eye.

"I ... I saw a person." Yu Jinnian couldn't help it.

Ji Hong also turned back: "Who?"

There was no one around in silence.

Yu Jinnian was also unsure: "A white monk wrapped in red beads. People in the city said that when Yan Chang occupied the city, a white monk traveled here, applied porridge and clothed good, put animals to slaughter, and saved countless People. Later, Yan Chang left the city and left, and Master Min opened the city gate, and the monk also flew away ... The people all said that it was the Buddha's death. "

Ji Hong smiled: "Since it flew away, how do you see?"

The Buddha said that the Dharma is empty, that it will not be born, that it will not be destroyed, that it will not be scaled, and that it will not increase or decrease.

He also said that hypocrisy is not true, and it is useless to chase more.

The lights of the octagonal palace jumped into the Yingying lights, Yu Jinnian reached out and dialed, the glazed cover was shining brightly, and the light was colorful, as if hiding a shadow of a vacant white man, holding a red pearl, a handle bell, a soft eyebrow, He walked past him. He stooped and picked a hibiscus, don't put it on Ji Hongfa, suddenly relieved: "Yes, I have the wrong eye."

Why meet each other.

Ji Hong: "Go back and boil the hibiscus soup."