Chapter 1476
The Final Battle: The Plague Kills Both Enemy and Foe [3]
Chapter 1476 The Final Battle: The Plague Kills Both Enemy and Foe [3]
"Please have some, Madam Kang. This is a nourishing soup specially prepared for all the ladies," said Qin Xiaogu, as the female assassin served the soup to Madam Kang.
Madam Kang didn't stand on ceremony and finished the drink.
She definitely needs to replenish her energy; taking care of the women is too tiring.
She then instructed her daughter Kangyu: "You are a bit older, so you must take good care of the younger sisters in each family. If anything happens, don't panic. Talk to Madam Sun and Princess Ye first. Remember not to make decisions on your own. You have little experience and limited knowledge, so it's not the time for you to make decisions."
"Yes, daughter understands." Kang Yu is very clever; she understands everything her mother says. She won't do anything on her own; if anything happens, she'll go to Madam Sun and let her handle it: "Mother, please take good care of yourself."
"Oh, don't worry." Madam Kang didn't stay any longer and hurriedly took her leave.
"Madam Kang, let me see you off!" Granny Qin, unable to stay still, hurried over to see Madam Kang off.
Madam Kang quickened her pace by two times.
"Hey Madam Kang, wait for me!" Granny Qin shouted, quickening her pace to chase after them, but she couldn't catch up and was pulled back by her two daughters-in-law.
Mrs. Kang was finally rescued and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mrs. Kang's work was relatively easy, but the work of Mrs. Fei, Mrs. Zeng, Mrs. Xue, and Mrs. Li was truly tedious and difficult.
Day after day, there are endless disputes; pregnant women, new mothers, and infants all need their help with eating, drinking, and toileting.
Madam Zeng was already short-tempered, and after being annoyed like this, she smashed the side room where she lived until only the wooden furniture remained.
This isn't the former residence of Prefect Zeng, so it's not convenient to ask Wu Yuan to fix things that are broken. She has no choice but to stay here. When Zhan Sheng moves out, she'll have to ask Wu Yuan to fix the broken things. Just thinking about it makes her even more irritable.
So every day, Granny Qin would run to the sentry post on Weilou Road and ask the guards about gossip about Wuyuan and Qianyuan.
That was gossip, updated every half hour. The old woman listened with pleasure, as if she were living in a peaceful era without war or plague.
……
When the good news arrived at Mushan, the weapon manufacturers there also cheered.
After the initial joy, we got back to work.
The sounds of clanging, banging, and booming filled the air as various casting tools were tested and fired.
Besides helping the craftsmen improve their long cannons, Jiang Dalang would make several trips a day to the depths of Mushan Mountain to deliver pine oil, medicinal herbs, and other items to Qin Xiaomi, ensuring that the three insect-repelling fires in the depths of Mushan Mountain never went out.
But he was still worried, and every time he would remind her: "Xiaomi, move two sentry posts to the entrance of Mushan. It will be safer there. Your current residence is too close to the west city wall, and you may be affected by the plague."
Whenever this happened, Qin Xiaomi would just stare at him intently, and only when he couldn't bear it anymore and lowered his head would she say, "Stop talking nonsense, nonsense is useless against the plague."
Without new drugs made from actinomycetes or streptococci, the plague is a death sentence no matter how much effort is put into it.
"Report! The legendary physician Xun has entered the East City ward!" Xu Sanjun rode up behind him, bringing the latest news.
Jiang Dalang was startled and hurriedly looked at Qin Xiaomi, fearing that she would not be able to withstand the shock of the bad news... He knew that one of the fundamental reasons why Su Su bought Old Man Xun back then was that the old man, like Yunfu Kundao, was a cultivator.
Su Su poured her regrets about Yunfu onto Old Master Xun... She cared for him until his death, allowing her 'mentor' to live a carefree and happy old age.
But now, the old man has gone into the ward by himself, and Su Su...
"When did you enter the ward? Send someone to bring Old Master Xun out immediately. He was only in there for a short time, so he might not be infected." Jiang Dalang ordered, instinctively wanting to help Qin Xiaomi fulfill a regret from another lifetime.
"It's pointless." Qin Xiaomi said these three words, then asked Xu Sanjun, who had already stopped his horse, "Did the old man leave any message or letter for me?"
"Yes." Xu Sanjun handed a letter to Qin Xiaomi: "Old Xun is very clever. He put this letter in five envelopes, so the master can see Old Xun's handwritten letter without having to look at the copy."
Xu Sanjun felt that since Qin Xiaomi gave him the dividends from the Xu family, he should call her "boss".
Qin Xiaomi took it, opened it and read: "Hey boss, congratulations to the old man! He's finally got the great opportunity bestowed by the ancestral master..."
The letter was short; besides congratulating her on his life, it was also meant to tell her to let go and not think about using him to her advantage. His life was the opposite of hers; she had to live: "Master, you can only get everything you want if you live, including the truth."
Qin Xiaomi: "Even when death is imminent, they still spout such bizarre and superstitious nonsense!" She wanted to tear the letter up.
Especially the last sentence of the letter: "Hey, I didn't expect this to be the first half of the letter. There's a second half too. Once the old man's business is done, someone will naturally deliver it to the master."
Don't guess who has the letter.
Even if you guess correctly, you mustn't try to steal it, otherwise the old man will die with his eyes wide open in disbelief!
Qin Xiaomi: "..." She had no expression other than blankness.
"Tell Xiao Mutong and the others to protect themselves and not to act rashly or take risks. They are the old man's successors; don't let the old man's legacy be cut off." Qin Xiaomi only said this one sentence before putting aside the matter of Old Man Xun entering the ward.
What can you do if you don't let go?
Crying? Feeling sad? It's all useless.
"Jiang Dalang, let's make a powerful weapon together..." Qin Xiaomi looked up and around at the capital city, and said, "Even if this capital city is blown to ruins, the enemy will not be able to touch it."
These words sent a chill down Xu Sanjun's spine... The eldest daughter of the Qin family had the same fiery temper as always.
She would rather destroy her things than give them to the enemy.
“Okay, I will do my best!” Jiang Dalang/Sheng Ting solemnly promised her.
But they could only talk about it, because the raw materials didn't allow it.
There simply weren't enough raw materials for nitrates in the capital city.
However, if all the raw materials are fully converted, the resulting gunpowder could destroy an entire city, enough to terrify the enemy bastards outside the city.
……
Outside the city, the enemy soldiers were already half-dead with fear.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump!
"Retreat! The main force shall continue to retreat five li!"
The messengers from various enemy tribes rode their horses and shouted, terrified.
"I didn't expect the Fire Flame Poison to be so potent. We've already retreated ten miles as ordered by the Divine Physician, but we're still being ravaged by the Fire Flame Poison."
"Wasn't it said that the flames were poisonous but wouldn't harm the heroes of the Eastern Desert? What's going on now?"
"Who knows, perhaps this is a test from God for us."
What a load of rubbish!
The enemy soldiers, who were gossiping privately, almost cursed, but they held back their words, not daring to utter such a fatal statement.
Thump thump thump!
"Shut up! Anyone who dares to discuss the poison of the divine flame, the powerful Crown Prince, or the divinely bestowed healer will be thrown into the poisoning field as a source of poison!" This was the divine envoy supervision team led by the Molten Royal Clan.
The royal family member, dressed in red and gold armor, stood on a chariot, his gaze shooting out from two holes in his mask as he looked down at the passing enemy troops.
The enemy soldiers who met his gaze all felt a chill run down their spines... This aura of the Molten Royal Family was even more terrifying than that of the Divine Power First Prince and the deceased Divine Protection Fourth Prince.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump!
"The War God Envoy, a member of the Rong Royal Family, has personally arrived to oversee the heroes of the Eastern Desert escorting the chosen heroes to meet the gods!"
In short, with all the talk of gods, if it weren't for superstition, the Eastern Desert would probably have to break up.
Moreover, they were very good at making up stories. They clearly messed things up and caused the Eastern Desert soldiers to contract the plague, but they claimed that they were chosen by God and had to go to see God ahead of time.
Tsk tsk, anyone who believes this must be mentally challenged.
The enemy soldiers aren't idiots, but they have no choice but to listen to this nonsense.
You won't listen?
Rows of archers, crossbowmen, catapults, and pine oil canisters were already in position, facing them.
They were doomed to die. Should they resist before they died, causing their families in the heart of the Eastern Desert to die as well, or should they continue to play along, hoping to gain some value after death?