The dock fort is in dilapidation.

Cui Dalang lay among the broken bricks and tiles on the ground, and he didn't want to move. I only felt that every bone in my body was about to become shattered, and I couldn't lift up the slightest strength. The big black dog lay beside him, its long crimson tongue sticking out, and from time to time he would come over and lick his face, as if to confirm that his master was still angry. After licking it, he lay down quietly.

In the dock fort, there are still many people lying like Cui Dalang.

But more people have left Cui Dalang forever.

I don't know how long it took, Cui Dalang finally stood up, staggered around the dock fort, and every time he saw a companion lying on the ground, he would kick and ask, "Is there still gas?" ”

"Da Lang is making trouble, I still want to lie down for a while!"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Whenever he heard such a call, the smile on Cui Dalang's face appeared a little more. If you can still call, then you are still alive.

It's good to be alive!

They've been on guard for a month.

I have also been fighting with the sin slaves of the Liao people for a month.

From the first one hundred and fifty brothers, to now, there are still fifty-three people standing by his side, if Yang San has been discounted on both legs.

How many people have died in sin slaves?

Cui Dalang didn't know, because the corpses outside were stacked on top of each other, and the height was almost one-third of the dock fort. And that's not even counting the ones that were burned during the fighting. In every battle, there are always some corpses that are burned in the fire.

By now, the original purpose of both sides has been almost forgotten. The rest is just a numb offense, a numb defense, and each other trying to kill each other.

As for why you want to kill each other?

Does it still matter?

Even if they are the criminal slaves of the Liao people, they are all living people, they also have relatives and friends, and they also have old days, and these people, I don't know how many, are buried in this dock fort in front of them.

A strange smell filled the air.

The weather was so hot, and the dead people were so rotting that they could even see countless maggots crawling in and out of these corpses.

Black, yellow, red and other strange colors of water flowed out from under these corpses, spreading around, swarms of green-headed flies buzzing around, sometimes you glance at it, think it is a dead person wearing a black coat, but when you throw a stone over, the black coat will buzz into the air, revealing the unbearable rotten flesh inside, internal organs.

But the people in the fort were already unimpressed.

I have been in the house of Zhilan for a long time without smelling its fragrance, and I often feel that the abalone is unbridled without noticing its smell, and anyone who smells this smell for so long will not feel that there is anything special about it.

At first, they would deliberately burn the corpses, but after that, they lost interest and lost any motivation.

Because they don't think they have much to live.

Whenever the sin slaves attacked, they would mechanically meet the battle, mechanically kill the enemy, and this kind of battle became an instinct in their bones.

What's more, Cui Dalang found that these rotting corpses may be able to help them. Because as time went by, he found that among the sin slaves who came to attack, there were many people, and it was obviously a little abnormal.

Sick, to be exact.

Pestilence!

When this word flashed through Cui Dalang's head, he was very frightened.

But in the blink of an eye, he reacted again. There are only a few dozen of them left and right, what is there to be afraid of, if you want to be afraid, it should be those Liao people who are afraid.

But it seems that those criminal slaves, and even those Liao officials who supervised the war, have not yet noticed this problem. Maybe it's because the living conditions of the slaves are never taken seriously, maybe these people suddenly fall ill and die, which is a norm in the eyes of those people, and they don't pay any attention to this matter.

But Cui Dalang is different, he received formal training in the Tang Army, and as a former junior officer, he has some knowledge in this area.

Preventing the plague from spreading in the barracks was a must-have knowledge for these junior officers.

The army has always been densely populated, and if a plague breaks out and the source is not quickly eliminated, it will inevitably become a disaster.

Cui Dalang acted quickly.

There are all kinds of herbs in the fort, among which the herbs for epidemic prevention are one of them, and a pot of soup is boiled every day, and the people living in the fort must drink a bowl. As for how much of a role it can play in such an atmosphere, Cui Dalang doesn't know, so he can only resign himself to fate.

But judging from the results, it is still very good. Because until now, there have only been those who have died in battle, and no one has died of disease.

The attack of the slaves has dropped from once a day in the past to once every two days, and during this period of time, it has even fallen to three or four days before launching an attack.

Seeing those criminal slaves sleeping in the open air like this on the dock fort, Cui Dalang was silently counting their numbers.

There seem to be fewer and fewer people who can get up.

For two days, every day he could see dead people being dragged away from the places where the slaves of sin gathered.

Outside the fort walls, Cui Dalang deliberately indulged, but inside the dock fort, he tried to maintain hygiene. Every day, people will boil several pots of boiling water, and they will be drenched everywhere.

He collected the bodies of the dead brothers into the house, and then sealed the house completely with well water and mud. Up to now, there are four sealed houses in the dock fort.

Today, the slaves attacked again, only with more powerlessness. It's easier to kill them.

"The rice is cooked, let's carry it for two people!" Looking down, Yang San, the logistics officer with broken legs, is now in charge of cooking for everyone, and hearing the sound of him knocking on the iron pot below, Cui Dalang's mood is inexplicably better.

Every time at this time, he felt that he was living in the human world, and he was not in the ghost realm.

Eating steamed buns and gnawing on meat and bones, everyone turned a blind eye to the disgusting scenes outside.

Da Hei has grown more fierce these days, and it is also, in the days when he followed Cui Dalang to guard the fort, its food was exceptionally good, and he ate meat every day, and he didn't have such a good treatment in the past.

After happily gnawing on the flesh of the bone, he played happily with the bone-stick, which was no longer his favorite.

Suddenly, it dropped its bones, its two front paws were on the edge of the fort, looking outside, a whimper sounded in its throat, Cui Dalang stood up and followed its gaze, I don't know when, there were a few more wild dogs outside, tearing and gnawing on the corpses of those dead people.

Maybe it's been too long since he's seen the same kind, Da Hei looked very excited and eager to try, but turned his head to look at Cui Dalang.

Hearing the big black barking from the top of the fort, several wild dogs below also raised their heads, and their red eyes made Cui Dalang's heart tremble.

Gently patting Da Hei's head, Cui Dalang said: "Heizi, these guys have eaten human flesh, and they are no longer your good partners, let's ignore him." ”

After saying that, he carried the big black scalp and dragged it back.

Cui Dalang guessed correctly, there was indeed an outbreak of plague among the criminal slaves, and several Liao officials who supervised the war finally discovered the problem, and overnight, more than a dozen criminal slaves were violently killed.

Their reaction was: Run!

The slaves of sin who had woken up from their sleep found that their overseer was gone. All the Liao officials, overnight, ran away without a trace.

Having lost their leader, they became headless flies, and their instinct to hunt for food led them to attack Dockfort once again.

Cui Dalang used the last ten remaining fierce fire bombs to once again crush the attack of these people.

Now, although Cui Dalang will not run out of food, he is about to run out.

The fire bomb is gone.

The feathered arrows are gone.

The crossbow has long since broken down.

If the Slaves attack again, the only thing they have left is knives, guns, stones, and, of course, the crumbling Dock Bunker.

Fortunately, this also seemed to be the last knee-jerk attack of the slaves of sin, and since then, they have begun to wander aimlessly in the wilderness, some have left, some have fallen while walking, and of course, many others have fallen there and never got up.

This land, immersed in blood and fire, suddenly fell silent.

Cui Dalang still hasn't stepped out of the dock fort, for them, the inside of the dock fort, compared to the outside, is still a lot safer.

"What do you say? Pestilence? Looking at the official in front of him, Deng Chun's eyes widened. The slave of sin was infected with the plague on a large scale? ”

Several Liao officials who had just run back nodded their heads busily and described the situation in detail, and Deng Chun only felt that his scalp was tingling for a while.

In these years, the plague was a natural disaster that they could not deal with. Moreover, the news has just come that the army of the King of Liao will arrive here in ten days, and if the plague reaches here, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"I see, you guys go down!" With a wave of his hand, he repelled the officials.

Seeing them disappear from his field of vision, Deng Chun summoned an officer: "These people who come back, kill them immediately!" ”

He made a cold gesture, "Then you take a team of men, set up a sentry post within a radius of fifty miles of that area, send out a patrol, and if you find anything coming out of it, whether it is a person or something, kill me." ”

"Understood, county honor." The officer nodded: "But there is still a dock fort of the Tang Army that is resisting?" ”

"Under the plague, are they alive? And the source of this plague is with them, and we don't need to clean them up, the plague god will take them for us. Deng Chun said.