Chapter 1131 The Curse of Immortality

When Fei Qian led his men and horses to Yinshan Mountain, the Xianbei people who were the first to set out had already reached Yinshan Mountain and died in Yinshan Mountain. Their bodies were like a connecting line, from the entrance of Yinshan Mountain to Manyi Mountain Road, all the way to the Yinshan Camp. place.

The Yinshan camp, after experiencing the last battle of Tuoba Xianbei, was renovated and the second circle of expansion was started, that is, the small camp originally attached to the wall of Yinshan was renovated. The center expanded outward to the entire Yinshan Mountain Manyi Valley Road, completely sealing the entire mountain road with a wall, leaving only a doorway in the middle for passage.

It's just that the amount of work this time is still relatively large, so the outer trench has not been completely sorted out yet. It has only been dug shallowly, probably less than one foot deep, and is still slightly behind the standard depth of two feet.

At this time, there were already many corpses of Xianbei troops lying in the ditch...

Fei Qian sneezed violently. He held the heavy iron helmet on his head, then pulled up the mask in front of his mouth and nose, and then muttered in a low voice: "...Who the hell is this? Are you thinking about me? Isn’t it because I didn’t appear in Chapter 4 or 5..."

War...

Fei Qian muttered.

What does the war mean to most keyboard warriors of later generations?

Stimulate?

Hot-blooded?

Oh oh oh, flesh and blood flying everywhere, oh oh oh, corpses everywhere, oooh oh...

Not irritating and uncomfortable.

But war is very ugly, so ugly that even Fei Qian still felt a little sick at the moment. Although it was not like vomiting on the spot like the first murder, it was still uncomfortable.

Looking inside the trench, people's hands and feet were twisted in an extremely unnatural posture, people fell to the sky with arrows in their necks or chests, people climbed up the wall of the trench and had their heads or hands and feet cut off, all of them were different. There are all kinds of corpses, and they come in all shapes. They are completely different from the so-called corpses in most movies and TV shows of later generations, where they lie neatly and their hair is not even messed up.

Fei Qian glanced left and right, pointed at the mask on his face, and said to the snickering soldiers on the side: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny, don't underestimate this mask, it can save you at a critical moment. Life! Go take a look around and check if there are any soldiers who are not wearing them... Damn... these uneducated guys... I am lucky enough to have worked so hard to bring these masks from Pingyang. Is it easy..."

Having been in the army for a long time, Fei Qian unknowingly started talking about me and shut up about his mother.

Xu Huang tugged at the mask that was stuck between his nose and mouth because of the moisture in his breath, and said: "Junhou, this...if you wear it on weekdays, it's okay, but if it's a wartime, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient..."

"Wear it even if it's inconvenient!" Fei Qian said firmly, and then watched the door of the village wall open and a dozen Xianbei laborers pushing a flatbed truck out...

On the wall of the village, more than twenty bows were half-opened, and the gleaming arrows were already on the bowstrings, ready to be shot at any time.

Some Xianbei laborers were sent to clean up the corpses in the trenches, and then sent to the Xianbei camp opposite. As for whether these Xianbei laborers and flatbed cars could come back after arriving at the Xianbei camp, and whether they were willing to turn around, Fei Qian thought it was not important at all.

Those who must have had the experience of picking up corpses outside bars in later generations know that when the human body is completely relaxed, it is basically like a dead pig. It is as dead and heavy as if it were heavier than when it was alive. Times, it is not an easy job to drag such a piece of dead pork onto a flatbed truck. However, these Xianbei laborers may be under the threat of bows and arrows above their heads, or they may know that as long as they carry away the corpse in the trench, they will He was able to escape the fate of being enslaved, and he seemed to be working extremely hard. A few people were at the bottom, and a few people were at the top. It didn’t take long to pull out dozens of corpses from the trench, and then pile them on a flatbed truck...

Several flatbed trucks were piled up like a hill, and the limbs of some corpses were stretched out from all angles on the flatbed trucks, standing blankly in the air. At first glance, they looked like monsters.

When the two Xianbei laborers saw that a flatbed truck was already piled high, they looked up tremblingly. After receiving permission, they pushed and pulled the truck one by one, amidst the overwhelming squeaking sound of the flatbed truck. , and walked to the Xianbei camp in the north.

Seeing the two Xianbei laborers who set off first, it was really as mentioned before. They only needed to clean up the corpses in the trench, and then they could take the corpses of the Xianbei warriors who died in the battle back to the Xianbei camp, and the remaining ten or so The Xianbei laborers suddenly burst out with all their potential, moved a few minutes faster, and then pushed the flatbed truck loaded with Xianbei corpses towards the north...

"Ah la... support the plow alone..."

I don’t know whether it was because I was more excited to finally return to the Xianbei camp, or because I was feeling the death of these Xianbei warriors. Several of the Xianbei laborers sang while pushing the cart with all their strength. Perhaps in the hearts of these Xianbei laborers, they can return to freedom and return to the prairie that they dream of...

At a corner above the village wall, several representatives of the Xianbei laborers who were escorted up could not help but kneel down, and then raised their hands toward the sky. There was a look of grief and anger on their dry and thin faces, and tears fell from the corners of their eyes. He also hummed involuntarily, echoing the songs of the Xianbei laborers outside the city.

Zhao Yun glanced briefly and stood silently, his hand pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist.

Xu Huang frowned, looked at the Xianbei kneeling on the camp with a hint of disgust, then looked at Fei Qian, opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then seemed to swallow the words back. In the end, he remained silent.

From the Xianbei camp in the north, several Xianbei cavalry rushed out and stopped the Xianbei laborers pushing and pulling the cart.

Although two arrows away, I couldn't hear clearly what was said, but I could still see that a dispute broke out, and then the Xianbei cavalry raised their whips and whipped one of the Xianbei laborers several times. Suddenly the skin was torn, the clothes were torn and bleeding, and some people even raised their knives, yelled something loudly, and then pointed at the Yinshan Camp...

The Xianbei laborers clearly saw that hope was in front of them and the light was very close, but they were forced to return to the Yinshan camp. Under such ups and downs of mood, their reason finally collapsed. The more than ten Xianbei laborers did not know who was the first. The leader immediately shouted, abandoned the car, and ran towards the Xianbei camp in the north!

Fei Qian, who was standing on top of the Yinshan camp, could not hear clearly what these Xianbei laborers were shouting, but he could basically guess that it was nothing more than the word "go home", or words with roughly the same meaning. That’s all.

Immediately, a few arrows were fired from the Xianbei camp, and all the Xianbei laborers who were running towards the Xianbei camp, looking forward to returning home, were shot dead...

Several Xianbei laborers who were kneeling on the camp wall with their hands raised in the air opened their mouths unknowingly, looking straight at everything in front of them. They also lowered their hands, climbed two steps, and turned their heads into portraits. Like a turtle, it stretches forward as much as possible.

Shouldn't we hug each other and wash away the suffering we have endured with tears and hot soup?

Shouldn't we raise our hands and foreheads and welcome the return of the warriors with singing, dancing, wine and meat?

how so?

How could this be possible...

"Do you see clearly?" Fei Qian pointed to the north and said to the dumbfounded Xianbei laborers on the wall, "Your Changshengtian no longer wants you! If you go back, you will die. If you work hard here, you can still live." ! Come here, take him down!"

Looking at the several Xianbei laborers who were dragged down as if they had lost their souls, Xu Huang finally understood, but was a little confused. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "Junhou, why don't the Xianbei people Accept these people?”

Fei Qian said solemnly: "It is obvious to everyone that the matter of 'people of Qin, I am as good as a horse'..."

Xu Huang turned his head slightly and thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed!

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"The Great Shaman of Huyehan!" Zaruda said with three parts confusion, three parts anger, three parts regret and one part disbelief, "Why did you order the killing of these suffering sons? They all seem to be Okay! None of them have contracted the disease!"

"Why?" Huyehan glanced sideways at Zaluda, wondering how he could show so many emotions in such a short period of time, and then said, "...you hope that these suffering sons and daughters will live forever. Will the curse be brought back?"

Zaluda's eyes widened, and his expression suddenly changed: "What? The curse of Changshengtian?"

"The anger of Changshengtian cannot be calmed by the lives of one or two people..." Huyehan lowered his head, all the wrinkles on his face were buried in the darkness, and said in a very low voice, "Changshengtian said, give Those who are healthy can be deprived of them; those who are healthy can be infected with disease; those who are created can be destroyed... The Eternal Sky is omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent..."

Zaruda couldn't help but look up at the sky, and then said: "So... what should we do next?"

Hu Yehan raised his head and looked towards the south, his sunken eyes dancing like will-o'-the-wisps, and said, "...haven't you noticed that our sons have become less infected in the past two days?"

Perhaps it is out of the range of polluted water sources, or perhaps people on the grassland have a certain degree of resistance and immunity to such germs. During this period, there are indeed fewer new cases of disease than before.

Zaruda nodded, his face became more joyful, and said: "Great Shaman, what do you mean..."

"That's right, the wrath of the Changshengtian that we have endured is almost over..." Hu Yehan said faintly through his teeth, "First, it is the turn of these damn Han people to bear the curse of the Changshengtian... Go ahead, Go! Let the body of Erlang, who carries the curse of Changshengtian, be sent back! Let the Han people who invaded our land and insulted our Erlang realize the horror of Changshengtian!"

"It's time for these Han people to pay the price! God may you live forever!"

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"Did you see it?" Fei Qian pointed to the corpse outside the village wall, which was returned by the Xianbei people at all costs, and said to Xu Huang and Zhao Yun, "Now do you know why they did this?"

"Damn Xianbei scum!" Xu Huang was very angry and shouted loudly. He didn't know whether it was because of his previous negligence or because of the despicability of the Xianbei people, "You actually used such vicious methods!"

Zhao Yun also frowned deeply and said nothing. He just had a thought lingering in his mind. Is there any connection between the epidemic among the Xianbei people and what he had done before? If so, then wouldn't it be...

Fei Qian is actually very nervous. In this era without specific medicines, any disease may be fatal.

This is a war that is completely different from the traditional war of swords and swords. This is a war within the scope of biochemistry. This is a war that is beyond the understanding of Xu Huang and Zhao Yun, and even beyond the worldview of most people.

It turns out that there is such a method?

Once upon a time, there were idle and bored people in later generations who discussed what consequences this would have had on ancient times if there were real people who could physically travel through time. As a result, they came up with an interesting conjecture, that is, as long as people who physically traveled through time arrived in ancient times, whether in the Tang, Song, or Ming dynasties, Qing, they are all existences like gods of plague. They will spread diseases wherever they go. It is no joke that there are no roosters crowing for thousands of miles...

Could ancient people withstand various modern virus variants?

Ancient people were able to withstand all kinds of silent, odorless and invisible things from the Super Saiyan Poisoner under the BUFF of various disinfectants, bactericides, preservatives, heavy metals, Sudan red sweeteners, meat tenderizers, aromatic hydrocarbons, salmonella, Staphylococcus aureus, etc. Big moves and dirty moves?

If Fei Qian hadn't come to Yinshan in person, it's really hard to say what would have happened.

The Xianbei people who came to Yinshan this time were completely different from the last time. They did not use swords and guns to invade and plunder, but instead used germs that no amount of swords and guns could resist.

"...Junhou, what should I do?" Even the calm Xu Huang was a little clueless and didn't know what to do when faced with all kinds of invisible and intangible germs. .

"Captain Ma and his horses are in the pasture to the south. They are relatively far away and cannot be contacted for the time being. Therefore, we can relax a little and only need to pay attention to the epidemic prevention of the personnel here..." Fei Qian said to Xu Huang and Zhao Yun said, "First, after nightfall, pour kerosene on the corpses in the trench and burn them all! Who will be responsible for this?"

"Come here!" Perhaps to prove himself, or perhaps to make up for something, Xu Huang responded loudly without hesitation at all.

"Shan, Gongming will handle this matter! The second matter needs to be handled by Zilong..." Fei Qian nodded, continued, and looked at Zhao Yun.

"Please give me your orders..." Zhao Yun said with cupped hands.

Fei Qian smiled and said: "The second thing is not difficult, which is to take a bath... I wonder when did Zilong last take a bath?"

"bath?!"

Even though one of them was the taciturn Zhao Yun, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, wondering in his mind, what does this General Zhengxi mean?