In the battle of Hengshui, the number of mobilized people on both sides of Yanbei Taosheng was close to 30,000, but it died down within two hours. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

People only felt that the two sides had not yet engaged in battle, only to see the black mountain soldiers climbing up the river bank to chase after the subordinates of Lu Yi to fight, and then in a blink of an eye, the waves of the upper reaches of the Hengshui rolled the wooden pillars and charged down, and the battle came to an end...... Tao Pinghan's ship was capsized, and more than 5,000 Montenegrin sergeants were swept away by the flood.

The expected victory, the Yan Zhao warriors raised their shields and pressed towards the shore, the lucky surviving Montenegrin army did not have any fighting spirit at all, some knelt on the ground to forgive, and some wanted to resist stubbornly but to no avail, and in the end they could only be pushed and trampled on each other by spears and halberds, and were forced to jump into the raging Ganges River and drown.

In the end, only a few of the Black Mountain soldiers under the command of the Pinghan general Tao Sheng escaped from the encirclement of Yanbei and fled to Changshan in the west and Julu County in the south.

There were countless casualties in this battle, and Yanbei beheaded more than 4,000 people and captured 1,600 people at the cost of 1,200 people.

It took ten days just to clean the battlefield, and there were nearly 10,000 corpses fished out from the lower reaches of Hengshui, more than 700 ring swords and Han swords, more than 7,000 spears and halberds, bows and arrows, 1,000 pieces of leather armor, and countless scattered baggage.

Until two or three years after the end of this war, the people fishing on both sides of the lower reaches of the Hengshui River were still able to fish out broken bones and stumps and spearheads with knife handles in the river.

The heavy rain, which turned into torrential rain on the night of the end of the battle, rained for six days.

The people on both sides of the Hengshui River were recruited by Yanbei, and after the corpses were stripped of their armor and weapons in the rain, they were dragged by carts and transported to the valley that had been selected in advance, and thousands of corpses were allowed to rot in the valley, emitting a stench and miasma...... It can't be dispersed for a long time.

Yan Bei didn't have time to care about those things, and he had countless things to do right now.

The rainstorm came too quickly and too much, far exceeding Yanbei's expectations...... This is something that cannot be controlled by man, but it is not only the soldiers of Tao Pinghan in Montenegro who drown too much rain, but also the few grains in the ground!

The whole of Zhongshan is counting on these new grains to save lives, and if the grain is drowned, I don't know how many people will starve to death.

The Yanzhao warriors, the Liyi Lieutenant Division, the Zhangjaw Division, the Wuhuan Riders, the new soldiers recruited in the northern part of Zhongshan, the hungry people and the dead soldiers outside Wangdu, and a total of more than 10,000 soldiers and people were mobilized to brave the heavy rain to harvest the wheat, corn, and wild rice that had not yet grown in the fields.

Even Yan Bei rolled up his sleeves and carried a sickle to the ground, Zhongshan really couldn't wait.

With such heavy rain, the crops planted in the field will be drowned in a few days, and if the rain stops, they will all rot in the ground.

In the first few days of the rainstorm, there were county magistrates who braved the rain to show the disaster situation, and the heavy rain washed away the houses, especially in the hills around Changshan Pass, and the townships suffered one disaster after another...... But bullshit, where is there still so many people in Yanbei's hands to dispatch, tens of thousands of soldiers are enough to fight, but in a few days, thousands of fields in Zhongshan Country are harvested, and they lack skills.

The bad news came one after another, and on the seventh day after the war, there was a plague in Anxi County, southeast of Lunu City!

The initial cause of the disease was that the floods in several townships of Anxi County destroyed the houses and fields, and hundreds of civilians were displaced, so they could only take refuge in the nearest county seat. I don't know who started, the high fever did not go away, vomiting and diarrhea, and then the symptoms spread among the victims, no one took it seriously, and in the next few days, the epidemic became faster and faster, hundreds of people became ill, and even the people in the city began to spread.

Only then did people know that there was an epidemic!

There are corpses in every house, and every household hears the sound of crying.

The tragic situation of the affected people Yanbei could not bear to look at the letters from Anxi County alone, and the location of the entire northern counties of Jizhou was as clear as a map in his mind...... Ah, in him!

The location of Anxi County is in the position of Hengshui all the way south to the east, the flood flooded Tao Sheng and then all the way south, along the river bank to the east diversion but can not carry such a large flow of water, so it pours south to the fields and floods the houses.

When Yanbei was a child, he heard the old man say that people who die of illness and birds and animals will give birth to evil poison. The evil poison burrowed into the bodies of the displaced people and was taken to Anxi County.

He was helpless against the plague in Anxi County, but he thought of the people who asked the people in the townships on both sides of the middle section of Hengshui to carry the corpses of the Montenegrin army for him some time ago, so he hurriedly ordered someone to send a horse to inquire, and then ordered his soldiers who wore the clothes and armor off the Black Mountain Army to take off their armor and lock them in the camp outside Wangdu City, and did not teach anyone to enter in a thousand steps.

"General, there are indeed people in the left and right townships who are infected with wind and cold, which is a symptom of evil poison entering the body."

Sure enough!

Yan Bei glared, and hurriedly ordered a team of troops to ride fast horses into the townships, gather the sick people together, and prevent others from coming into contact with them.

As for hiring a doctor, Yanbei never thought about this kind of thing at all. There is a traumatic injury in the army, lightly smear some herbs, boil some medicinal stone soup, the soldier has a good physique, most of them can bear it, if it is broken bones and tendons, most of them will be like Zhang Leigong to connect the injured leg to the upper and lower half of his life and become a cripple...... What if it's a disease? If you can carry it with some decoction, you can carry it, and if you can't carry it, it's a fate.

The whole north has never heard of a healer who can cure the plague.

At the beginning of the rainstorm, the camp was full of moisture, and the sun was still a little unaccustomed to shining on my body when the sun came out.

At night, the huge Chinese army tent was empty, and there was no light when the lights were out, Yan Bei knelt in front of the desk and remembered the love of the people of Wuji City for him back then, and remembered that when he led the army into Puyin City, the old man in the countryside welcomed him into the city...... In a trance, his face was full of tears.

Last year, he went north on horseback, leaving Jizhou and no one to take care of him. The black mountain thief Kou Dong went out of Taihang and ran rampant. Youzhou alone has gathered more than 100,000 households in half a year, and he still doesn't know how many people have been displaced because of his own plans.

This time in Jizhou, he saw with his own eyes the tragic situation of the people, only one county in Zhongshan country, the hungry people were rampant on the road with dry bones, the intestines of the people hung on the trees, and their heads fell to the ground.

At that time, he would at least be ashamed and angry, and he felt that with more than 10,000 elites in his hands who had gone through hardships, nothing in the world could stop him.

The prestige and self-confidence brought to him by the soldiers and fame drove him to lead his troops westward, and he was bound to kill the rebellious army in Jizhou, not to report to the imperial court, but to subordinate the people of Anli.

But this time, because of the damming and barrage, he drowned nearly 10,000 soldiers of Tao Pinghan, but he also drowned hundreds of Qianshou, and even caused a plague to break out downstream, displacing thousands of families...... Is this how he will go to An Limin?

Yanbei didn't know.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes always pouring out of the darkness with salt water.

Can't stop.

He found his heart getting harder and harder, as if a large stone had been stuffed into his chest that had been beating hotly, and it would always rest on his ribs.

The slightest touch made him grit his teeth and cry in pain.

He was distressed!

In a few months, it will be his twenty-second birthday...... Since he first stepped into the territory of Wuhuan and returned from his horse, his life has become completely different. Whether it is killing or robbing, or even the later rebellion and leading the army, from the imperial court to gnaw several counties in the north of Jizhou, enter Xianbei and pass Xuansu, until the strategy of Liaodong County.

Everything was new and interesting to him. Even if it is born and dies, even if the sword is added.

He never felt hard, never tired, never even lonely.

There are only countless joys.

But on this night when no one was around, he felt tired like never before.

Guilt and sadness hit his soul and made it impossible for him to sleep. Those people he had never seen, whether pitiful or pathetic, gradually overlapped with the ordinary faces in the depths of his memory.

Whoever he wants to kill, he will die, because in his heart those must have a reason for death.

Whoever he wants to save, he has to live, because Yan Erlang is omnipotent, and he can always save others.

Now he knows that everything is just what he thinks.

The truth made Yanbei feel extremely sad.

He didn't think about harming people, he really didn't. Murder never borrows a knife, never disdains the hands of dummies, how can you think of harming people?

But there are still countless ordinary people who have died because of him, and he doesn't even know when he has eaten whose food, which may be the kindness of others to him, but he has no chance to repay it.

Yanbei felt very tired, he no longer thought about hoeing and begging thieves, and he no longer thought about pacifying Jizhou.

This, all of this, is too difficult.

Yan Erlang can save people, but Yan Erlang can't save people, what does it matter? In this world, there is no one who can save him.

He just wanted to go back to Liaodong and to the little stable where he was born and raised...... Yan Bei wiped his face, and no one in the dark military tent could find his red eyes.

Buckled up his shackles, staggered out of the camp, and greeted the soldiers who were on duty for him at night with a difficult smile. The muddy camp was so good that it was impossible to see that his steps were vain and absent-minded.

Finally, Yanbei passed through the chaotic camp tent and the bonfire, and got into the dark corner of the camp.

There was golden hay and the restless snort of the horses, and although there was a dampness and an unbearable smell, when Yan Bei plunged into the haystack, his heart suddenly enjoyed a moment of peace...... It was a sensation and taste that was incredibly familiar to him.

It's the taste of home.

Yan Bei buckled his pocket and fell asleep deeply.

This night, he dreamed of the lush fields and the deep forests of Liaodong after the light rain, the green grass with a vague face, his mother quietly playing a melodious tune, his father dragging a high-headed horse on the side, his brother showing his bare shoulders and showing his muscles and flesh cutting the wooden horse, and the short and childish Yan Dong sat on the ground and laughed stupidly.