Chapter 404 Don’t know yourself or the enemy
“…I haven’t been a big brother for many years, I just want to have a good love…”
Feng Yong was lying on the rickety carriage, singing a song that no one could understand word by word, ignoring the strange looks from the people around him who didn't know the truth.
Along the way, everyone now knows that this is a quirk of Feng Langjun's, rather than a relapse of hysteria caused by the harsh sun. As Feng Yong's fame grew, he once went crazy. Things became known to the world along with his fame.
However, in the eyes of these people in the militia, as long as the other men in this group are still there, and as long as the promise of seventy men and one labor is still valid, even if he is really crazy again, they must find a way to **** him To Wei County.
Besides, there are still people from the Governor's Office leading the army anyway.
As the nominal leader of the team going to Wei County this time, and also suffering from hysteria, Feng Yong was able to enjoy some privileges. No one thought there was anything wrong, but took it for granted.
Although the carriage was very simple, it didn't even have a carriage. It only had three baffles around it and a canopy on top to block the sun.
The only extravagance is the woolen cloth hung on one side to block the slanting sunlight.
In the past two years since he came to the Three Kingdoms, he ran from Jincheng to Hanzhong, then Hanzhong back to Jincheng, and then ran from Jincheng to Nanzhong. Feng Yong has become accustomed to this era without shock absorbers, at least he will not be like the first one. Once when I went to Hanzhong, I vomited all over the place.
He was even in the mood to sing "Big Brother" - rushing on the road in ancient times was extremely boring.
I don’t have a mobile phone, I don’t have an MP3 player, I don’t even have a Walkman tape player, and I’m still on the road in this stuffy and hot weather. I just sing a few lines to entertain myself. Isn’t this okay?
But now Feng Tubie found that he seemed to have discovered an entertainment project, which was to train Laifu, the elegant dog that could sing along with poems.
After singing a few lines, he picked up the dog-beating stick beside him and knocked on the car.
The black dog running under the car with its tongue outstretched heard the sound of the car knocking, subconsciously tucked its tail and barked twice "bark".
Feng Yong then sang with satisfaction, "Don't force me to miss you, don't force me to cry..."
Then he knocked on the car again.
“Woof woof…”
"Brother," Zhao Guang said as he rode a pony from the front of the team, "the sun has reached the zenith, which is when the heat is at its strongest. The front has stopped to rest, so let's stop too."
“Don’t force me to fall out…”
“Woof woof…”
Feng Yong glanced at him, stood up and called two people, pointing to the wine jars in the car, "Move them out of the car, be careful."
Zhao Guang said quickly, "Brother, just let me do this..."
“Get away from me! I won’t let you touch me!”
Feng Yong hummed twice and sang another line, "Don't force me to fall out..."
A few days ago, he learned that Feng Yong had brought three jars of fine wine to Nanzhong, and also found out from Li Yi and others that this was a peerless fine wine brewed by his brother using his master's secret method. Zhao Guang had been teasing Feng Yong to let him Drink a sip.
Feng Yong had no choice but to pour a little carefully and let him have a taste.
Unexpectedly, after he drank, he reached out to grab the wine jar.
Fortunately, Feng Yong had been training Laifu at that time, and the dog-beating stick never left his side. Seeing him like this, he whipped him on the spot until his hands swelled up. Fortunately, the alcohol had a high alcohol content. Even if Zhao Guang was addicted to alcohol, he would There is no way to keep drinking it.
Finally, after taking a big sip, he was forced to put down the wine jar.
From then on, Feng Yong was determined not to let him get close to where he could reach out to the wine jar.
Zhao Guang watched the three wine jars being moved under the shade of the tree. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Brother, why do you have to do this? If the brother doesn't let you drink, the younger brother won't drink."
Feng Yong looked at him sideways and smiled.
He walked to the shade of the tree, picked up the wine jar, opened the seal, handed it to him, and said, "Here, let's take a sip?"
Zhao Guang sniffed and sniffed the smell of alcohol wafting out of the jar. He had a heartbroken look on his face, but he didn't dare to take it.
If in normal times, he would take another slap from his brother and take a bite of it.
But these days, he saw his brother constantly collecting wild flowers and grasses along the way, and then chopped them into pieces and put them in the wine jar. How could he dare to touch the wine jar at this time?
Because the weeds his brother picked had an unpleasant smell, he suspected that they were some kind of poisonous weeds.
Brother is most likely making poisonous wine.
It seems that it makes sense for others to call their elder brother Little Poisoner.
Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong sitting under the shade of a tree with his eyes closed and meditating. He quietly moved over and asked softly, "Brother, why are you doing this poison? Could it be that there is really an enemy of yours in Nanzhong? Or is it the master's sect?" Enemy?"
When Feng Yong proposed the strategy of moving the people from the south to consolidate Hanzhong, Zhuge Liang also asked him if he had any enmity with the barbarians in the south, but he denied it at the time.
However, in the various versions of the Han Dynasty Prime Minister's interrogation of Feng Langjun that circulated in Jincheng last year, many said that Feng Langjun had a grudge against the barbarian official, and that was why he devised such a vicious plan against the Prime Minister.
Zhao Guang didn't believe those rumors, but now he saw his brother making three jars of poisonous wine all the way, constantly filtering out the dregs and adding freshly chopped poisonous weeds, obviously to increase the toxicity.
Seeing that the originally coveted wine gradually turned into green venom, his brother had no intention of stopping. Zhao Guang couldn't help but feel a little drumming in his heart. He didn't know how much hatred his brother had for that enemy.
“I said I was making medicinal wine to save people, do you believe it?”
Feng Yong opened his eyes and asked.
Zhao Guang shook his head repeatedly, even if he was beaten to death, he would not believe it.
Feng Yong curled his lips, "If you don't believe me, why are you asking?"
After saying that, leave him alone.
The world only knows that there are many miasmas in Nanzhong, but they don’t know that there are actually many kinds of miasmas, including hot miasma, cold miasma, dumb miasma, etc.
Even in the later generations with developed Internet, before Tu Youyou won the Nobel Prize for artemisinin, most people in China didn’t even know what malaria looked like.
Because in Feng Yong’s generation, malaria was almost extinct in China.
So when many people were watching "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and saw Zhuge Lao Yao leading his troops to Nanzhong and drinking from the mute spring, they thought it was made up.
Little did he know that there was really a mute person in Nanzhong.
The reason why Tu Youyou is widely known to the Chinese people is because she won the Nobel Prize in Medicine and made the Chinese people proud, not because of how many people artemisinin has saved in China.
What’s funny is that there are a lot of cynics who jump out anxiously and make irresponsible remarks, saying that this is Western medicine and has nothing to do with Chinese medicine. A certain famous academic anti-counterfeiting fighter dances the most happily.
At that time, it also triggered a big controversy on the Internet.
Feng Yong, who was young and enthusiastic at that time, also jumped into this big wave and debated fiercely with others on the Internet.
Even for the sake of argument, I don’t know how much information I have read, including the industrial extraction process of artemisinin.
Not to mention the pathogenic principle of malaria.
A few years later, after experiencing a lot, I finally understood—what’s the use of arguing?
Still, Yuan Daluyi made some people full of support!
What's more, the so-called anti-counterfeiting fighter even questioned Yuan Druid's character...
This made Feng Yong extremely disdainful of him.
Those so-called scholars, do they understand what the ultimate goal of medicine is?
Whether Chinese medicine or Western medicine, in the final analysis, they are all used to save people.
Rather than using it to prove how advanced your master is, and infer how ignorant the Chinese people are.
As long as it can save people, does it matter whether we use Chinese medicine or Western medicine? What’s the difference between Chinese and Western combinations and mutual promotion?
What’s more, what is Chinese medicine? What is Western medicine?
Now that Western medicine has developed, Muyang Quan secretly changed the concept and compared the traditional Chinese medicine from thousands of years ago with modern Western medicine...
It is said that you cannot develop Chinese medicine. Once it gets involved with modern technology, it is because you are backward and ignorant, so you have to rely on modern science to survive.
What kind of divine logic is this?
More importantly, the fundamental purpose of those Muyang dogs is not to argue about Chinese and Western medicine, but to undermine China's rising national self-confidence and try to make the generation that has never experienced fractures bend down again, just like those bricks back then. The family calls the beast.
Feng Yong also accidentally turned over a lot of information during that big Internet debate, and then he realized how much effort New China had made to eliminate malaria.
Because they did not live under the shadow of malaria, most people in later generations of China did not know how terrible malaria was.
That’s why Feng Yong finally thought that people who deliberately use artemisinin to provoke conflicts between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are scum!
It was at that time that he realized that the miasma in Lingnan could not be summarized by malaria alone.
Some miasmas are actually not too serious and can be cured by drinking a sip of wine in advance.
So Zhao Guang grabbed the wine and took a big sip, which was a heinous crime.
Perhaps just one sip of wine can give you an extra life.
"Brother, I heard from the people in the militia that if we go forward for two days, we will reach Wei County."
Li Yi came over, sat next to Feng Yong, and said something.
His eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, his face was haggard, and his demeanor as a son of aristocratic family was gone.
On the way south, he met a messenger from Wei County to Pingyi for help. The news that Li Hui was besieged Dianchi Lake was still blocked within the confines of himself.
Even though Feng Yong was lying on the carriage and singing happily, in fact, he was just doing it for others to see.
It’s all about convincing those around you that everything is under control.
Feng Yong turned to look at Zhao Guang and asked, "What do you think we should do now?"
Although this guy is unreliable in various ways on weekdays, he is still relatively reliable when it comes to marching and fighting.
I heard that when he followed Ma Zhongping and Zongke County, he was a pioneer and made the first contribution.
Otherwise Ma Zhong would not have sent him over to assist Li Hui.
Feng Yong cherishes his life very much. He will not joke with his own life just to save some face.
There is nothing to be ashamed of in asking for an expert’s opinion.
Zhao Guang's face finally became serious when the war came up. He asked Xiang Li Yi, "When was the last time you contacted Wei County?"
"Yesterday evening, the news came from there that everything was as usual. The only difference was that someone had seen a small group of barbarians outside the city. I don't know if they were scattered rebels or rebels from Tanglang County in the north. Came here to get some news."
These words were answered by Feng Yong. He was the person with the highest official position in name. Although he did not know how to march and fight, he still had to grasp the situation in time in peacetime.
It is precisely because he needs to grasp the situation that he is troubled by the speed of communication in this era.
One report per day is already considered a very high communication frequency.
Only when the situation is urgent, the front and rear will report sooner or later.
If it weren't for the batch of Yunnan horses provided by Feng Yong, and we really had to rely on the 11th Road and report one day at a time in this climate, we would have been waiting to kill someone.
“Small group of barbarians? Haven’t you investigated clearly?”
Zhao Guang looked serious when he heard this.
"No. I only saw it once. Later, General Wang sent people out to investigate, but he never found it again."
When Feng Yong saw Zhao Guang's expression, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was careless?
Zhao Wen and Wang Xun had experience in leading troops, so they always led people at the front.
Li Yi is the son of the Dudu Mansion. It is easier to deal with people from the militia, so he restrains the militia from behind.
It’s not easy at either end.
As for Feng Yong himself, he just sat in the middle and acted as a mascot.
And there is also a Yang Wanwan guarding him.
Plus he has experience in big data analysis, so all the news is brought to him for summary.
Between the team and Wei County, there are messengers reporting safety and exchanging news every day.
In Feng Yong's opinion, Wei County was a newly leveled land, and it was normal for a small group of barbarians to appear. What's more, Wang Ping also sent people out of the city to investigate and found nothing unusual.
But looking at Zhao Guang’s expression, it was obvious that he didn’t think so.
“There is no news about Governor Li from the Dianchi Lake?”
Zhao Guang asked again.
“Captain Li is trapped in the city, so it is difficult to spread the news. If there is news, I will tell you of course.”
Feng Yong continued to shake his head.
“Brother, please show the map to me.”
Feng Yongren brought his package, took out the map from it, and spread it out.
Several people came over.
Zhao Guang tapped it with his finger and said, "This is Wei County, and to the northwest is Tanglang County. Meng Huo and Yong Kai are also in that direction with their people. Now we don't know what is going on over there in Yueqi." .”
"So we can only plan for the worst-case scenario. Assuming that the prime minister is currently in a stalemate with Gaoding, and Meng Huo and Yong Kai learn that their escape route is cut off and bring their people back directly, the first goal must be to retake Wei County .”
"Because Wei County was lost and Governor Li was trapped in Dian Lake and unable to get out, the middle road can be said to have been destroyed."
Li Yi's face turned pale immediately after hearing this.
“What do you think is the possibility that Meng Huo will lead the troops back?”
Feng Yong asked.
Zhao Guang measured it on the map with his hand, shook his head and said, "I don't dare to say. If we count it from the first day when Wei County was lost, the barbarians would have sent people to deliver the message, and then Meng Huo would have turned around, and five days ago he had You should have led your troops to Wei County City."
"But according to yesterday's messenger, General Wang sent people out of the city and couldn't even find the small group of barbarians he saw earlier, let alone a large army. This makes me very strange."
Zhao Guang frowned as he spoke, "Where is Meng Huo now?"
After Feng Yong heard this, he missed the mobile phones of later generations.
If I get a call at this time and ask directly what Zhuge Lao Yao is doing over there, why would he make such random guesses?
At least we can know whether Meng Huo assisted Haute Couture.
No wonder the art of war emphasizes knowing oneself and the enemy!
Damn it, I don’t even know what my own situation is now, let alone the enemy.
“No matter what, we have to prepare for the worst-case scenario.”
Feng Yong said, "We will treat this small group of barbarians as if they are here to inquire about information. We would rather believe that there is a large army led by Meng Huo behind them."
Although Zhao Guang didn't say it explicitly, it was obvious that he felt that the appearance of this small group of barbarians was abnormal.
When you don’t know the friendly forces, you should treat the enemy as a god-like opponent.
Feng Yong only remembers one thing, that is, the Southern Expedition was successful.
As long as you keep this in mind, there is no reason for Zhuge Lao Yao to be a pig teammate.
(End of this chapter)