Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty to engage in infrastructure construction

Chapter 172 In the way of him, he is also in the body

The catastrophic disease during the Chongzhen period not only affected the territory of the Ming Dynasty, but also spread across Mongolia and the territory of the Jin Kingdom.

It's just that the population outside the customs is relatively small, and the Jurchens took more decisive measures.

Even if there is no food, kill as soon as you say, to prevent rebellion.

Those infected with the disease were basically killed to prevent infection.

Even so, many princes and princes Baylor in the early Qing Dynasty died of the epidemic.

For example, Yue Tuo, who supported Huang Taiji many times at critical moments, would die of smallpox in a few years according to the historical trajectory.

After his death, Huang Taiji was grateful for his great achievements, and named him the first king of Keqin County, who deserved to enjoy the Taimiao.

Those who have watched "Kangxi the Great" should be deeply impressed by one of the plots. Kangxi had smallpox when he was young, and Xiaozhuang was so frightened that he almost lost his life.

The fear of pimple disease is absolutely no less than that of smallpox.

"Are you sure?" Huang Taiji's voice was a little hoarse, staring at Tong Yangxing closely.

"Indeed... sure! The doctor said, nine out of ten, it's pimple disease. Moreover, it has spread in the military camp. It's just that I don't know how many people have been infected. Master, find a way! If this continues, it won't work." Ah!" Tong Yangxing's voice was crying.

Once the pimple disease is contagious, it doesn't care about the identity of the person!
Regardless of whether you are an ordinary soldier, a general, or even a prince or noble, as long as you are infected, you will die.

Bang!
Huang Taiji's legs were weak, and he sat heavily on the bed.

"master!"

The guard next to him was taken aback.

Huang Taiji slammed the guards away and stood up again.

"Who else knows this news?" Huang Taiji stared at Tong Yangxing, his gaze was like a beast, which made people feel frightened.

"No...not anymore." Tong Yangxing shook his head, "After I received the news, I had someone lock up the doctor, and I came to report to you immediately, master, and I didn't tell anyone else."

"Okay!" Huang Taiji nodded and praised, "You've done a great job! Those doctors must be guarded by special personnel, and they must not be allowed to talk nonsense. If the news is leaked, anyone who hears it will be killed without mercy. !"

Huang Taiji's tone was gloomy.

Tong Yangxing shivered.

"Yes, master."

He also knew the importance of the matter.

Fighting for days, the Eight Banners army suffered a lot, the loss was huge, and the morale was already very low.

If the epidemic breaks out again, I am afraid that the camp will be bombed in an instant, and Huang Taiji will not be able to suppress it.

"Master, those who have pimple disease..."

Tong Yangxing asked tentatively.

He didn't want to touch Huang Taiji's bad luck at this time.

However, he had to say this.

The pimple disease cannot be delayed at all. If it is ignored, it will soon spread on a large scale, and even Tong Yangxing will be close to death.

And the death will be very miserable.

A haze flashed in Huang Taiji's eyes, and he said coldly:
"Send them as forwards, let them go to the battle. Let them eat enough, and promise them that as long as they go to the battle for two days, no matter whether they succeed or fail, they will raise the flag for their families, promote them to a higher level, and reward them with [-] good farmland. Mu, one ox, one horse, three forgings, one hundred taels of silver!"

Tong Yangxing was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

This reward is indeed very generous.

It is so rich that even if you know it is death, you dare to go all out.

In this troubled world, human life is not that valuable.

However, Huang Taiji's reward after giving such a wind is actually just an empty promise.

Those soldiers had pimple disease and were already weak. If they went to charge, how could they survive?

Huang Taiji's intention was obviously not just to let them die on the battlefield.

The Ming army in Guihua City would clean up the battlefield after every battle.

The other party didn't even know that these corpses were carrying the plague of pimple disease, and then they would be infected.

Once the pimple disease spread among the Ming army...

hiss!
The Ming army naturally collapsed without a fight.

But this trick is really too vicious!
Ordinary people would avoid the plague when they encountered it, but Huang Taiji actually wanted to use the plague to kill people.

If it accidentally spreads, can this master really control it?

Tong Yangxing shuddered, a little afraid to imagine.

……

"Oh--"

"Profuse sweat!"

"Profuse sweat!"

When Huang Taiji's order passed, there was a burst of cheers among the Han army flags.

The rewards have become even richer.

The most important thing is that they see hope.

Those soldiers with symptoms of pimple disease were gathered together.

Of course, this number seems a bit huge.

Not all those who were sent to the battle had pimple disease, and some who had contact with pimple disease patients were also gathered together.

They only need to persist for two days, regardless of success or failure, they can get rich rewards.

"Damn! Fight with these Ming troops! As long as you persist for two days, you will be able to raise the flag, be promoted to a higher level, and have fifty acres of fertile land, one cow, one horse, three forged horses, and one hundred taels of silver... I will be able to bring my daughter-in-law and children here, and live a good life! Cough cough!"

Zhang Ershan was originally a Liaodong Ming army, and was captured during the battle against the Tartars.

He had better luck.

He was assigned to a Ba Yala, who had a kind personality and treated him very kindly.

Zhang Ershan is also diligent and strong in his work.

In the Ming army, he was once a chief banner officer.

After that Ba Yala learned about Zhang Ershan's experience, he deliberately promoted Zhang Ershan and recommended him to the Han Army Banner.

Zhang Ershan was extremely grateful to that Ba Yala.

He started from being ordinary in the Han Army Banner, fought bravely, and had a strong sense of life.

Especially seeing the Jianzhou army winning consecutive battles, Zhang Ershan was happier than the Tartars.

He only hoped that one day the Tartars would be able to break through the Great Wall and enter the territory of Ming Dynasty.

This way he would have the opportunity to meet his family.

His family is still in Daming territory!
Unexpectedly, when everything was going smoothly, they encountered such a weird Ming army here, causing the Eight Banners army to suffer setbacks one after another.

Zhang Ershan watched the comrades around him die one by one, feeling more and more depressed, and almost lost confidence.

At this time, Da Khan suddenly announced that they were asked to go to the battle, and as long as they could persist for two days and survived, they would be rewarded heavily.

"Two days! The firearms of the Ming army are so powerful, how could we last for two days?" a fellow robe whispered.

This colleague had a fever last night, and he was exhausted, and his mood became very depressed.

"What are you afraid of! People are dead and birds are up to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years! In this world, life is better than death! Let's fight hard, if we can really persist for two days, we will be rewarded profusely, and we will become bannermen and do good things." Rich man! Cough cough!"

Zhang Ershan had some expectations in his eyes.

While speaking, he couldn't help coughing twice again, his mouth was slightly sweet, and he covered his mouth with his hand, only to find that there were a few streaks of blood.

He didn't care too much either.

Maybe it's because I've been working too hard these days.

They attacked the positions of the Ming army for several days without any rest.

The artillery of the Ming army was so fierce that several times there were explosive shells exploding around them.

Maybe it was an earthquake, plus dust, lack of water and so on.

A colleague coughed up blood, but everyone didn't take it seriously, just thought it was an injury.

Han Junqi had a full meal for the first time in a few days, and his morale immediately rose.

Tong Yangxing struck while the iron was hot, and immediately gave the order to attack.

Zhang Ershan did not rush to the forefront. He had fought several battles with this Ming army and had experience.

Knowing that those who rush ahead will definitely die.

Let the person in front be a human shield, he might still have a chance.

As soon as it rushed to the ground, the shells roared and smashed over.

Soon there will be dense bullets...

These sick soldiers are obviously not as strong as ordinary people, and their attack speed is slower.

They were hit head-on, and their physical strength gradually drained away. They were exhausted and short of breath. The comrades around them fell down one by one, screaming continuously, and their high enthusiasm quickly faded.

"I'm going to die!"

Someone broke down, yelled and ran away.

With a whoosh, the entire attacking team was routed.

Zhang Ershan was dizzy from the beginning to the end.

At the beginning, it was because the blood was surging and the emotions were agitated.

Then, he rushed forward with everyone, and before he could figure out what was going on, he was already defeated and began to retreat.

However, when this team launched an attack, Huang Taiji mobilized an elite team to supervise the battle from behind.

Seeing the troops in front retreating, they immediately covered them with bows and arrows.

As soon as Zhang Ershan turned around, he saw that a colleague next to him was shot in the face by a heavy arrow, his head was shot through, and he died suddenly on the spot.

"Made! These Tartars want us to die!"

"That's right! They gave such a high reward just to fool us! We won't get a penny if we die!"

"Fight with the Tartars!"

"..."

The team of the Han Army Banner was also annoyed.

They rushed forward, and the Ming army's firecrackers were so powerful that they were almost dying.

So many comrades died in battle, but when they retreated, they were shot to death by the masters of the Eight Banners.

The anger of these days was instantly ignited.

Zhang Ershan also felt anger rushing to the top of his head.

"Fight! Fight with Tartar!"

His voice was hoarse, and his anger was at its peak.

They are also Daikin's army now!Also working hard for Daikin!
The Jurchens actually want to kill them?
It's a pity that their combat effectiveness is still too weak, and their numbers are not too large, so they were quickly killed by the Eight Banners Army who supervised the battle.

Zhang Ershan was shot in the chest by an arrow, fell to the ground, and fell into darkness.

Huang Taiji watched from a distance with a cold expression.

"The order has been passed down, the Han army flag is not effective in fighting, and they have all been killed before the battle. If there are any escapers, they will be killed without mercy!"

……

The battle is over here.

On the Qiangdi Army's side, someone immediately came out to clean up the battlefield.

Gu Er became the team leader of their combat team because of his bravery in combat.

The strong land army implements a three-three system when fighting.In addition to the small flag as a unit, every three people form a combat team.

Now Gu Er and two comrades in arms are supervising the cleaning of the battlefield by twenty prisoners of the Han Army Banner.

"My lord is so benevolent! To distribute such good masks, gloves, and protective clothing to these prisoners of war... and said that they are disposable, and they will be replaced after cleaning the battlefield. Such a good thing, really What a pity." Gu Er gasped in admiration.

"Who says it's not! What kind of protective clothing is this? Although the style is a bit weird, the material is very good! If we put it on before, we wouldn't even be able to wear such clothes. Now we will burn if we wear it. It is said that there will be some kind of virus. ..."

The other soldier also had a pained expression on his face.

They are used to hard times, so they don't want to see this kind of waste.

Although they admire Master Zhao very much, they now subconsciously feel that what Master Zhao did was really too wasteful!

They feel that it is a pity that they wear protective clothing and throw it away after wearing it once, let alone these prisoners of war?

Fortunately, Zhao Cheng's prestige was extremely high, even though they complained, they dared not be disobedient.

The corpses were gathered together and burned with a fire.

In addition, there were some wounded prisoners of war. They were all gathered together, and the military doctors examined them, and arranged for them to be treated if they could be treated.

After these prisoners of war are cured, they will be free labor in the future.

"grown ups."

The military doctor came to report to Zhao Cheng with a solemn expression.

"Among these prisoners of war, some were infected with the plague, and the condition was very serious."

"plague?"

Zhao Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

"So, the plague has already broken out in the founding slave army? No! Their combat effectiveness has not been affected. If the plague broke out in the whole army, the effect would definitely not be like this."

Zhao Cheng pondered for a while, and immediately understood.

When fighting during the day, he kept holding the binoculars and watching the battle process.

When the Han army flag was charging, its combat effectiveness was much weaker than usual.

Zhao Cheng was still a little strange at the time, guessing the reason.

Now, interrogating the prisoners of war, it is learned that they were specially selected, and many of them were selected after they had a fever...

Zhao Cheng immediately understood what was going on.

"It seems that some people in the founding slave army were just infected with the plague at the beginning. Then, Huang Taiji gathered these people who were infected with the plague and let them go to the battle. Is this poisoning?"

Zhao Cheng's face became gloomy.

Huang Taiji is too ruthless!
However, it is normal to think about it.

How can people who grew up in this environment take human life seriously when they fought with their father?
According to the historical trajectory, after that, Huang Taiji led troops into the territory of Daming several times, killing everyone he saw along the way, and looting all the money and food...

In order to weaken Daming's potential, it can be said that there is no humanity at all.

It's no surprise that he can do something like poisoning.

"Okay! Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

Zhao Cheng gave these people some antibiotics.

It has to be said that people in this era have never used antibiotics, and the effect is surprisingly good when they are used for the first time.

Zhao Cheng's purpose is not to cure them, but to stabilize their injuries and illnesses and allow them to recover a certain amount of physical strength.

Then, from all directions, let them out.

Let them return to the Jian slave camp.

This hot potato has to be handed over to Huang Taiji.

Zhao Cheng wanted to see how Huang Taiji would deal with these prisoners of war.

Moreover, Zhao Cheng didn't let them leave from one direction, but from all directions.

Even if Huang Taiji was decisive enough, by the time his order was communicated, the plague would have already spread among Jin's troops.

(End of this chapter)