Chapter 408 Thunder
At this moment, a thunder and lightning suddenly struck in the sky behind Zhao Guang. Looking from the direction of the barbarian soldiers, they felt that this ghost general was really a ghost and **** coming to the world:
Wearing a sky full of dark clouds, summoning huge thunder and lightning, and leading invulnerable ghost soldiers, mortals have no way to harm them. Wherever they go, blood flowers float all over the sky...
“Ghost...the ghost king is coming...”
“The Ghost King is coming!”
The barbarian soldiers couldn't help but fight with each other, shouted involuntarily, then turned around and ran away, only regretting that their parents had lost two legs.
“Boom!”
God seemed to like hearing about such strange things, and struck another thunder.
When the barbarian soldiers heard this, they just thought it was the Ghost King who was coming behind him riding on thunder and lightning. They cried for their fathers and mothers, crawled on the ground and swarmed back, not even daring to look back.
Meng Huo was stunned from the high platform of the central camp. After a good encirclement and annihilation, after a group of troops appeared, the outer perimeter was immediately defeated. Before he could react, the defeat was about to spread to the core of the encirclement.
Did this guy see a ghost?
“Hurry up and find out what’s going on?”
Meng Huo shouted sharply.
Without his instructions, some of his followers had already gone to investigate the situation, and soon came back with a pale face, "Go back to your Majesty, it's the Ghost King. The Ghost King has sent his ghost generals..."
“Ghost your mother!”
Meng Huo kicked his confidant over and cursed angrily, "If you dare to disturb the morale of the army again, I will kill them all...!"
Before he finished speaking, there was only a "bang" sound, and a huge lightning struck directly on the flagpole erected high on the high platform.
It almost blew up Meng Huo’s ears and made him deaf.
Hair, all the fine hairs on the body, all stood up.
While his ears were ringing, his legs softened and he knelt down on the high platform with a "plop".
At that moment, his heart seemed to be tightly bound by something, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
The blood in the whole body was immediately frozen by coagulation.
He only felt that there was a huge **** staring at him majestically from above, and if he showed the slightest disrespect, he would be chopped to pieces on the spot.
Meng Huo subconsciously held his head in his hands and knelt on the ground, closing his eyes and not daring to raise his head.
After waiting for a long time, thunder sounded in the distance, but no lightning struck the high platform.
Meng Huo then tried to take a look at the sky. The dark clouds were so dark that they seemed to be about to fall to the earth.
He felt that his legs were not working properly, and he almost fell when he wanted to stand up.
"Retreat...retreat the troops...retreat the troops quickly!"
When Meng Huo regained his consciousness, his first reaction was to retreat.
Whether it was the thunder and lightning summoned by the Ghost King or the wrath of the gods, Meng Huo felt that he could no longer fight. The lightning above his head just now was a warning to him.
Unexpectedly, the confidant beside him was still trembling and lying there without daring to raise his head. The upper and lower teeth in his mouth were fighting against each other, "Master Ghost King... Master Ghost King... I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."
At this time, his eyes and heart were filled with the huge lightning. He even felt that his hair had stood up and his soul almost lifted into the sky. How could he hear what Meng Huo was saying?
Meng Huo ignored him and climbed down from the high platform on his hands and feet, trembling a little.
When he got down from the high platform and couldn't see the sky, he felt that he had escaped the gaze of the gods, and he shouted heartbreakingly, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
It’s terrible, it’s really terrible!
During the fight with E Shun, Zhang Bao was distracted and was taken advantage of by E Shun. At the same time, he was hit by Fang Tianji on the chest and abdomen. He has been feeling a dull pain and his strength is gradually running out. Now he can only bite. The teeth are struggling to hold on.
At the same time, I lamented unwillingly in my heart, is it possible that I, Zhang Bao, am really going to die here?
Unexpectedly, a dull voice suddenly came out, "Brother Zhang family, don't panic, wait for Guang to help you!"
A silver spear stabbed from the side and directly helped him block E Shun's Square Heavenly Halberd. Then a flash of sword light flashed by. It turned out that Wang Xun took advantage of the Square Heavenly Halberd in E Shun's hand to be held up. He glanced at a gap and felt depressed. It struck directly with a loud sound.
Eshun retreated hurriedly to avoid this fatal blow.
“Who are you?”
E Shun asked hesitantly when he saw Zhao Guang's weird ghost mask.
“Under the throne of ghosts, there will be ghosts!”
Zhao Guang was originally laughing under the mask, but after being filtered by the mask, it turned into a weird smile when it reached Eshun's ears, which looked extremely sinister.
Eshun was furious after hearing this, "How dare you bully me?!"
As he spoke, he was about to raise his halberd, ready for a one-on-one fight.
At this moment, a golden sound suddenly came from the commander's tent at the rear.
“Why would the king retreat at this time?”
Before Eshun could figure it out, he saw the soldiers in front immediately retreating like a tide, as if they were being amnesty. Many of them even dropped their weapons, just to run faster.
Military orders must be obeyed, so Eshun could only look at the three people opposite him with vigilance while slowly retreating.
Zhao Guang did not pursue him either. He kept Feng Yong's words in mind, only to save people, not to fight.
So he and Wang Xun protected Zhang Bao and retreated at the same time.
The rebels were only defeated on the periphery, and the central camp was still there. Compared to the rebels, his number was still too small. Being able to rescue Zhang Bao so easily was beyond his expectation.
This is because of my brother’s reputation in Nanzhong...
But if you are too greedy, you will be in danger of being surrounded again.
Moreover, the opponent's barbarian general can force the Zhang family brother to this point, and his martial arts must be better than his own. If he goes up on his own, I'm afraid he won't get any benefits.
My own martial arts skills are not comparable to those of my brother from the Zhang family.
But he didn't know that if he could figure out a way to bypass Eshun at this time and rush straight to the enemy's commander's camp, he might be able to frighten Meng Huo into abandoning the camp and flee, thus destroying the enemy's camp and marching to the south. The greatest achievement since the war.
It is a pity that Meng Huo was struck by thunder and lost his courage. Now only Meng Huo and his cronies know about it, but others have no way of knowing.
After the two sides broke away from contact, they turned around and returned.
“Don’t panic! Retreat slowly!”
E Shun secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the opponent did not take the opportunity to pursue him. He shouted loudly and tried to reorganize the defeated troops.
It's just that the defeated soldiers were frightened by the rumors of their own ghost king, and they were all running around like headless flies. How could they listen to him?
At that moment, he was so angry that he killed several defeated soldiers who shouted the loudest, which made the chaotic defeated soldiers calm down a little.
Wang Ping stood on the city wall, feeling a little confused as he watched the barbarian soldiers below suddenly attack the city like crazy, then suddenly retreat like crazy, even abandoning the ladders they had set up.
If he hadn't known that Meng Huo was now the last rebel army, he would have thought that Meng Huo was also one of his own - he took the initiative to expose the ambush, and pushed out all the ladders and threw them away. There is nothing more obvious than this. ?
But no matter what, it is a good thing that the enemy has retreated.
Not only did they retreat, but Zhang Bao outside the city was also rescued.
He took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "The enemy is defeated!"
“The enemy is defeated!”
“The enemy is defeated!”
There was cheering at the top of the city.
At the top of the city, Feng Yong happily greeted Zhao Guang and others who had returned from victory. Before he could approach and speak, a young man in the crowd opposite saw Feng Yong and his expression changed.
He suddenly stepped out of the crowd, grabbed his arm, and asked hastily, "Why are you here?"
Feng Yong was stunned and hesitated, "Are you... Zhang Junhou?"
Just now Zhao Guang and Wang Xun pushed this person into the middle. Apart from Zhang Bao, there should be no one else.
“Yes, I am Zhang Bao.”
"No!" Feng Yong asked Zhang Bao inexplicably, "I went to Pingyi a long time ago, and now I am coming from Pingyi."
“You...why don’t you stay in Jincheng?”
After Zhang Bao heard this, a look of anger immediately appeared on his face, "With you running around like this, wouldn't Anguo have to go to Jincheng in vain again? It's a small thing to suffer more. It's really going to delay you... you..."
He said "you" several times, but couldn't say any more.
Anguo is suffering from miasma, and he doesn't know about it yet. If you really want to talk about it, it's no wonder that he is not waiting for others in Jincheng.
After Feng Yong heard this, he still thought, it's my business where I go. Even if you are little Lolita's brother, you can't control my legs, right?
Unexpectedly, when I heard the word Anguo, I thought about it for a moment, and then I remembered that it was the word Guanxing, and I immediately felt guilty.
“Brother-in-law...cough, does Guan Junhou have something to do with Yong?”
"Yes, and it's a big deal." The anxiety on Zhang Bao's face became more intense, and he let go of Feng Yong, feeling anxious.
"He contracted the miasma a few days ago. Before he returned, he told me that you might have a way to cure him, so he wanted to go back to Jincheng to find you. Now you are here, and he can't find you when he goes back, so what will happen? good?"
Hearing this, Feng Yong's heart sank, and he asked with a sense of luck, "What are the symptoms of the miasma that Guan Junhou has?"
"First there is fatigue, then chills, then a high fever that persists, and after sweating profusely, the person becomes normal again."
“How often is it sent? Is it in the middle of the day?”
After hearing this, Feng Yong felt even heavier and asked.
There are many kinds of miasma in Nanzhong, but falciparum malaria and daytime malaria are the most common.
From Zhang Bao’s description, it is unmistakable. It is obviously daytime malaria.
“You really know!”
Zhang Bao was overjoyed and asked, "Do you have a cure?"
I have a **** cure!
Feng Yong's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water.
The joy of the barbarian soldiers' retreat was completely wiped out in an instant.
For the treatment of malaria, artemisinin is the first choice, followed by cinchona.
Don't even think about the latter, because that thing is native to South America, unless Feng Yong can really row a boat without an oar, relying entirely on waves, directly across the Pacific Ocean...
As for the former, they are as deeply patriotic as Tung tung trees - in the world, only Artemisia annua grown in southwest China has artemisinin content that is valuable for extraction.
Feng Yong went through a lot of information when he was debating with others on the Internet. He knew everything about artemisinin.
This thing is not soluble in water at all, and will decompose when exposed to heat.
So if you want to use cold water to make the concoction, or if you want to use the traditional method to make the concoction, forget it.
To get it, you still have to use organic solvents.
Organic solvents are not a problem. After all, ethanol is also an organic solvent. So before going south, Feng Yong specially made high-strength wine and soaked Artemisia annua along the way. The concentration of artemisinin in it should be sufficient.
But this thing has to be physically extracted in the end!
If in later generations, even at home, as long as he is willing to spend time and money, he will be able to make artemisinin crystals himself.
But this is ancient times!
Well, in fact, if physical extraction had to be done in ancient times, it could actually be done, and it would take some manpower and material resources at most.
It doesn’t matter if the purity is not enough. If the quality is not enough, you can make up the quantity with quantity. It’s not a big deal.
But the injection is the biggest problem!
Because if you drink the artemisinin soaked in wine directly like Feng Yong did, the effect will be much weaker than that of direct injection, and the concentration in the human body may not reach the standard for killing malaria parasites.
The oral artemisinin in later generations is actually a derivative of naturally extracted artemisinin.
So although Feng Yong made preparations early and used wine to produce artemisinin, it was just a test product!
After all, malaria in Nanzhong is so famous. To colonize Nanzhong, you will have to deal with malaria. So he planned to use some prisoners of war for human experiments, but he never thought that he would use his uncle to practice his skills...
Because this is too much of a gamble on character.
Moreover, you bet on character while losing more and winning less.
Happling the wine brewed with artemisinin, he felt somewhat comforted, but if he really took it to bet on the erratic probability, Feng Yong would be quite disgusted.
Seeing Feng Yong's gloomy face that was almost dripping with water, Zhang Bao's excitement was like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head.
“You...can’t you do it?”
Who the **** can’t do it?
When your sister grows up, let her come to me to look at the goldfish and see if I can do it!
Feng Yong was so irritable that he let out a "tsk" sound and said angrily, "Before going south, didn't I ask Sanniang to tell him how to prevent miasma? How could he still be infected with such a nasty disease?"
Yo ho!
Do you know who you are talking to?
Dare you use such a tone?
Zhang Bao then said in a panicked tone, "Listen, I just accidentally got bitten by the mosquito..."
That looks a bit like a child who has done something wrong.
“Anguo later regretted it and said he should have paid more attention.”
Everyone was quietly watching Feng Langjun teach Zhang Junhou...
Malaria is like a ghost demanding life. Ordinary people would not dare to listen to such things.
Now that they heard Zhang Bao say that Feng Yong might have a cure, they all listened with bated breath, fearing that they would miss a word if they coughed.
Even Wang Ping, who had come down the city wall and wanted to meet Feng Yong and his party, quietly stood aside and became a quiet bystander.
On the other hand, a tall Yi general behind him looked at everything in front of him with a look of horror on his face, wondering... Could it be possible that... is the theory about the reincarnation of the Ghost King true?
Otherwise, how could he possibly subdue the ghost that was seeking his life?
Feng Yong raised his head and sighed, the sky rumbled again, and big raindrops finally fell.
A few drops happened to fall into the mouth of Feng Tubao, who opened his mouth to the sky, causing him to spit out the rainwater in his mouth. Then he said quietly, "It's thundering and raining. Let's go back first." Take shelter from the rain.”
Everyone was waiting for him to say something about whether he could be cured. Unexpectedly, after he had been posing for a long time, he actually said such a sentence. At that moment, everyone almost ducked.
Zhang Bao has been a grandson for a long time, and he only received such a sentence. He was not willing to give up easily. He immediately grabbed his hand anxiously and angrily, "You haven't said whether you can cure Anguo!"
Feng Yong sighed again, "I can only say that I try my best to treat such a serious disease. Whether it can be cured or not depends on God's will."
At the same time, I finally understood. No wonder the history books said that Guan Xing died in these two or three years. It turned out that he contracted malaria during the Southern Expedition.
Malaria can not only torture people to the point where life is worse than death, but it was also a terminal disease in ancient times.
Thinking of this, he remembered again, this bract... seems to have died in the past few years?
With this thought in his mind, he frowned again and looked at Zhang Bao a few times with strange eyes.
“You...why do you think I’m doing this?”
Remembering the vicious and clever rumors about the guy in front of him, and then seeing him looking at him like this, Zhang Bao suddenly felt a little nervous.
I don’t know if Zhang Fei and Xiahou used the wrong posture when giving birth to their child.
The daughters of the Zhang family, both have delicate hearts.
Zhang Xingcai has a plan.
Zhang Xingyi had black water in his abdomen.
As for Zhang Bao, his talent in martial arts was increased to a certain extent. No one among his peers could match him, but he was a person with a clear mind.
As for Zhang Shao, he was even more crooked. He only studied and did not practice martial arts...
(End of this chapter)