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Chapter 413 Gan Mingfu's Self-Salvation
That night.

Just as Zhao Muyun closed his eyes, the bearded guard woke him up.

"Your Majesty, another 127 soldiers have suffered from the flare-up of the Gu poison!"

"What? So many people? Give that Gu King an ultimatum: if he doesn't remove the Gu from my soldiers, he'll be torn to pieces!"

The bearded guard knew that the emperor was truly enraged this time.

Didn't they really get angry?

The camp was in complete chaos.

Of the 127 people, 31 had limbs that were completely out of control of their brains, accompanied by intermittent convulsions, and emitted a laugh that was completely different from their usual tone.

It was as piercing as a demon's.

The three who laughed the hardest died laughing.

The others who hadn't died suddenly went from great joy to great sorrow after only half a cup of tea's time.

Everyone has their share of sorrows.
There was a centurion whose brothers had all died in battle at the border, leaving no children behind.

He is the only son of his generation in his family.

But his wife gave birth to three daughters in a row, which damaged her health.

Their family line is on the verge of ending.

This man had always longed to take a concubine and have an heir.

However, the Yue family's power was too strong, and his brother-in-law's military achievements far surpassed his own by several ranks. He is now the leader of the Imperial Guard in the palace.

He was in his mid-thirties, but he was a complete coward.

I feel that if I die on the battlefield one day, I will have no face to see my parents in the afterlife.

The emotion of being childless and without descendants was amplified to an extreme, and tears and snot flowed out like wild horses.

She cried so hard her heart was breaking.

Some soldiers came from families where three brothers went to the battlefield together. They all came out healthy, but now only one of them is left.

If I go back home alone, how will I face my parents?
The pain of losing a blood relative is the greatest sorrow in the world.

Once controlled by a single emotion, tears flow like a tap that's been turned on, until they run dry.
There were more than twenty people, crying and laughing, laughing and crying.

Round after round.

After several rounds, more than a dozen more fell down.

What devastated the generals most was another type of person who had been poisoned by Gu.

It's the same kind of poisoning.

These people exhibit the following symptoms: fear of water, fear of light, and strong aggression.

Near Eagle's Beak Cliff, there is a waterfall. The sound of the waterfall seems even more deafening than thunder to the ears of patients afflicted by this type of Gu poison.

They curl up in a ball, and may even become incontinent.

Even a tiny candlelight can drive them mad.

When it goes berserk, it will bite any living thing it catches.

People are good too.

Horses are fine too.

Teeth are sharp weapons.

They began indiscriminate attacks.

The first to suffer were the military doctors who cared for them.

A fifty-year-old military doctor had his thumb bitten off by a patient suffering from Gu poison, whom he was caring for.

The old doctor fainted from the pain.

The soldiers' utterly irrational and frenzied state drove Emperor Qianwu, Zhao Muyun, to the brink of madness.

"The antidote! Give me the antidote!"

The Gu King, who had been hung up and left to bleed profusely, gave him only a meaningful smile before taking his own life.

soon.

They knew the meaning behind the Gu King's smile.

That night, the bodies of the twenty-odd soldiers who had died were not yet buried.

But their bodies decomposed at an unexpected rate.

The smell of the corpse awakened the poisonous insects that were hibernating in the mountains and forests.

They rushed over and surrounded the corpses in layers.

The doctors, soldiers, and horses that were bitten were also infected with epilepsy, becoming even more erratic than the initial group afflicted by the curse.
Three days, just three days. The poison and venomous insects had spread to thousands of people, and almost the entire army was wiped out, except for the military doctors who served Emperor Qianwu.

During the rescue, Gan Mingfu was accidentally scratched on the back of his left hand by a military doctor.

When he woke up, the linear wound was faintly turning black, and he felt that his left palm was somewhat numb.

The facts told him that he had fallen victim to the virus!

Thinking back to the past few days, some people had their hands cut off after being infected, while others had their flesh and bones cut off, and ultimately all of them died within three days.

His heart sank to the bottom.

Looking for my father-in-law?
Useless!

We've tried all the wound medicines and antidotes, but none of them have worked.

How to do?
What should he do?
Who else has the medical skills to cure Gu poison?
Military doctor?

No!

The most skilled doctor in the world has to be the imperial physician.

When he thought of imperial physicians, the first person that came to mind was the old imperial physician Huang from Ganluchuan.

Old Huang sent people to take more than twenty of his old friends to the Ganluchuan Garrison Medical Center.

Among them, there appears to be a witch doctor.

Thanks to these doctors, the mortality rate in Ganluchuan and even the entire Kansai region has repeatedly decreased.

What if we had these top national players?
wrong!

Given his sister's temperament, she might be able to lead a few people into battle.

Gan Mingfu's thoughts began to wander when he thought that the vanguard battalion his sister led might not be too far from southeastern Guizhou.

He had only been appointed as the Imperial Son-in-Law Commandant for a little over a month.

It was during the height of his newlywed bliss with the eldest princess, when their affection for each other was deep.

Why would you just sit and wait to die?

But if he dies because of this damned epilepsy, his father-in-law will definitely make his daughter remarry in two years.

And then.

Then other men slept with his wife and beat his children.

Yes.

Before the expedition, the imperial physicians in the palace had already diagnosed that his wife, the eldest princess Zhao Ran, was one month pregnant.

He hasn't even heard his child call him "Dad" once yet, how can he just sit here and wait to die?

Thinking of this, his gaze fell on a corner of the tent, on the cage where Xiao Jin was imprisoned.

Watching the golden eagle leaping up and down in its cage, Gan Mingfu murmured, "Little Golden, Little Golden, can I trust you? Can you find your master?"

I cannot be sure.

After all, Little Gold was just a giant eagle that was a little smarter than its kind.

It can retrieve Ganluchuan from the border town, and it can also return from the capital city.

However, upon finding its owner, who was on his way to southeastern Guizhou, Gan Mingfu's worries outweighed his confidence.

There's no use worrying.

This was his last hope.

In order to make Xiao Jin understand the instructions, he put in a lot of effort, spending an hour writing and splashing ink on the table.

An hour later.

Little Gold received its most difficult mission since becoming a messenger.

The familiar two-legged creature released it from its cage and pointed to the pictures, saying to it:
"Xiao Jin, look, this is the banner of the Vanguard Battalion. Your picture is on the banner, drawn by my brother-in-law. You can recognize your own portrait, right?"

If you see a flag bearing your image in the sky, stop and look for it.

Wild Horse King, you fight with it all the time, so you can find this old buddy with precision, right?
Your master is running at the very front of this pack of two-legged creatures. This time, he's not going back to his hometown; your mission is to find your master.

Xiao Jin tilted his head, his big, beady eyes following the picture in Gan Mingfu's hand.

When it saw the vanguard battalion's banner with its own portrait on it, it immediately puffed out its little chest.

Its imposing manner was quite arrogant.

It made a very delicate sound, "Chirp chirp."

Gan Mingfu: "."

I ask the heavens: Is it reliable to entrust my life to this guy?

I need help urgently!
(End of this chapter)