This winter in Huguan is obviously not easy, but the one that is even worse is Lejin's troops outside the city.

Huguan was attacked, and Huguan City was naturally closed. All production and life were suppressed to the lowest limit. The atmosphere of the entire city was drowsy and depressing.

Although the Cao army camp outside the Huguan Pass seems to be very imposing, it actually gradually reveals fatigue as time goes by.

After the Huguan defenders supported Le Jin's three axes, Cao's army gradually became quiet. The Cao army generals led by Le Jin only routinely call under the city every day, and then conduct painless attacks. Both sides moved their muscles and bones and then retreated directly.

But everyone knows that this does not mean the end of the war, but rather, it means both sides are waiting for the final blow to come.

The cold winter in winter slows down the corruption of corpses, but even in the coldest climate, as long as a person dies, the internal organs will begin to corrupt within a few hours, especially the intestines...

Cao Jun simply dealt with the corpses close to his camp, but most of the corpses were piled under the city walls of Huguan Pass. Although tincture oil had been burned several times, those corpses that were not completely burned or half burned were corpses oil and stench of corpses complement each other.

This almost mixed together, like a solid decay, lingers on the bricks and stones of Huguan Pass, and then penetrates into it, like the greasy tabletops and chairs of street snack bars, which cannot be wiped clean even if wiped.

"Everyone wears a mask!" The team above Huguan inspected back and forth, "The doctor told me not to forget! Don't forget to get a bowl of filthy water to drink! If anyone has vomiting or diarrhea, report it truthfully! If the treatment is delayed, it will harm others and yourself! If you know or not, you will scream...

"I know everything!"

"clear!"

"squeak……"

In dealing with the plague, Hundred Medical Clinics have formed a complete set of relatively safe methods.

Of course, this is in winter, and there are fewer insects and other things, so simple governance is not a big problem. Once spring begins, these corpses will become paradises for insects, which will be even more troublesome. Now only primary means of defense against plague are needed.

The development of Chinese traditional medicine is actually very high. As for simple hemorrhoids, Zhang Zhongjing of the Han Dynasty had a prescription for treating hemorrhoids, and it was further improved in the Tang Dynasty. In the West, until Louis XV, it was still using red-burned iron rods to treat...

Inheritance is the core focus.

In the history of Chinese civilization, whether it is literature or medicine, whether it is agriculture or industry, there are contexts to follow, and corresponding evidence can be found, including records, cultural relics, and evidence in different directions. It can clearly see how the steps of Chinese civilization are moving forward step by step...

Fei Qian's wall hanging is naturally not among the five elements, but if there are too many other civilizations, it is hard to say.

After all, things that are individual, accidental, or cannot be verified, are difficult to support the entire huge civilization system.

Just like Fei Qian's development of gunpowder, he cannot rely on himself. He also needs to go from beneficiation to mining, to refinement and synthesis. If a little deviation is made, there will be problems.

Obviously, Shandong has not yet realized this, it is like it is also making gunpowder, but how did gunpowder come about?

There is no preliminary experiment, no basic knowledge, no corresponding discipline branches, no corresponding skilled production workshop...

So Cao's army couldn't hold on.

It is hard to support one's own way, even if Zhao Yan's troops are too strong, he will still be unable to conquer the Huguan Pass.

Le Jin also knew that he and Zhao Yan were waiting for new opportunities and new support points, and what Le Jin could not imagine was that the support he expected was already somewhat unable to support.

The stalemate in Huguan gradually showed some signs of loosening, and at the beginning, this trace was only a change of more than twenty people...

On the Taihang Mountain Road, Yan Rou and his team were more than twenty people, traveling from north to south.

The advantage of having few people in the mountains is that it is convenient to hide its whereabouts, but the trouble lies in the supply. A few people were damaged on the way, all of which were not treated because of their injuries, and the dry food had already been eaten.

The cold weather and lack of supplies made Yan Rou and others difficult to walk.

"Where are we going now?" someone asked.

"Go to Shangdang Huguan..." Yan Rou replied, then fiddling with the bow in his hand.

The bowstring is damp, so I can only remove it first and find a chance to dry it, otherwise it will be useless.

『But we are blocked now...』 Yan Rou wrapped her bow arm and 『I want to find an intersection to go over...』

Someone asked again, "What are Cao's army doing in this place?"

Yan Rou shook her head, "I don't know...but it won't be a good thing anyway..."

While speaking, someone suddenly called someone's name in a low voice. Yan Rou immediately paused and stood up to look over there. After a while, someone whispered: "Old stone is dead."

Stones, woods, dog eggs, and dogs are all cheap names.

The more humble the name, the more basic the wishes it contains...

Alive.

But even so, it is still rare.

Everyone around was silent.

Yan Rou was silent for a moment, then said: "Save the knife for him, take the others away..."

As a warrior, he lives, holds a knife, dies, and burys a knife.

"...Do you want to bury him?" Someone asked in a low voice.

Yan Rou was silent for a moment, shook her head, paused, and said, "Let me pile him a stone... The old stone, alive, like a stone, dead... still like a stone..."

Everyone did as they did.

They found some stones for the old stone, piled them next to the old stone, and then took away the old stone's bows and arrows and armor.

After a while, everyone continued to move forward.

In the same area, on the other end of the mountain road, more than a dozen Cao army scouts were also coming over the ridge.

Due to the cover of mountains, forests and rocks, both sides had not seen each other yet, but not long after, the forwards of both sides suddenly collided. They had no time to warn the people behind them, and they were already fighting in one place!

At this moment, Yan Rou was stunned for a moment, but for a moment, he suddenly threw away the debris in his hand, then took out the battle knife and rushed forward!

Yan Rou yelled as she jumped and ran in the fast mountain path, chanting: "How many people--"

Someone responded in front of him, "Yi Shi--"

"Be careful!!" Someone shouted again, and then an arrow shot from the ridge on one side.

Yan Rou rushed straight, her feet quickly jumping left and right on the rocks, like an antelope jumping in the mountains.

A Cao army scout was fighting with Yan Rou's men. He suddenly turned black in his gritted teeth. When he looked up, he saw Yan Rou had already pounced directly on the rock, and the sword shone like lightning!

"Kill!" The head was stormy with blood, spinning, and jumping high. Before he could fall, Yan Rou rushed out again, and blood flashed as the sword waving!

Yan Rou was like a tiger and leopard. After suddenly pounced into the flock of sheep, a bloody storm was raised!

Almost in a moment, after nearly half of the loss of Cao's scouts, the Cao's army scouts who were behind him turned around and fled without saying a word.

Yan Rou's men chased after him and tried to shoot with bows and arrows, but under the cover of the rocks and shrubs of the mountain road, the shooting vision was not very good, "Escaped three..."

Yan Rou wiped the blood from the sword on the scout Cao Jun, and then started to touch the body, "Look for everything, take away all the food and use! Is anyone injured?"

"The second son is injured!" Someone shouted.

Yan Rou ran over and looked at the injured.

『He...he...』The person pressing the injured person's abdomen was choked, 『The intestines were broken...』

『…』 Yan Rou was silent, like a stone.

The injured man raised his head, stared at Yan Rou, and said with difficulty: "Give me... Give me some pleasure..."

Yan Rou knelt down with her knees beside the injured person and hugged the injured person's head in her arms.

"Ah, my god of immortality... the warrior's soul... can rest in peace..."

Yan Rou sang a simple song and stabbed the sword into the injured person's chest. Then, after the injured person swallowed his last breath, he gently placed the injured person on the ground.

"Ah, my god of immortality... the warrior's soul... can rest in peace..."

The rest of the people surrounded the injured and sang in a low voice.

"Chief..." After a while, a man whispered, "We...what are we fighting? Why are we fighting for?"

The words war seem to make some people inexplicably excited when they speak, and they will clamor to make people's heads roll and blood flow into a river. But for those who are really on the battlefield, what does this war mean?

glory?

justice?

wealth?

Yan Rou was silent.

He suddenly remembered that he first joined the war just to repay his kindness.

Repay Liu Yu's kindness.

But now...

Is he still repaying Liu Yu's kindness?

Suddenly, Yan Rou felt an inexplicable feeling of fatigue and climbed into his heart.

『After fighting this time...』 Yan Rou raised her head and looked at her comrades around her, "Let's go back to the grassland and desert, ask for a grassland and sheep, and find some wives for everyone, so that the rest of her life can be peacefully... and take the heroes who died in battle all the way back to the desert together... OK?"

"good!"

"I don't want to fight anymore..."

"Go back to the desert, and after fighting this time, go back to the desert!"

Everyone seemed to be a little excited, while Yan Rou looked down at her hands.

There is the blood of the enemy and the blood of the comrades in his hands.
To be continued...