Chapter 1510
The Final Battle, the Evolution of the Plague, and the Death of Xun Lao [3]
Chapter 1510 The Final Battle, the Evolution of the Plague, and the Death of Xun Lao [3]
The deafening noise showed the deep resentment of the enemy troops causing the disturbance.
The shouts were accompanied by maniacal laughter, showing that the enemy troops in the infected camp were desperate and didn't care about life or death, only about having fun!
Enemy Rong keenly observed this opportunity, and with a thud, he knelt down before the troublemaking enemy soldiers, kowtowing repeatedly, and shouted: "Rong begs the heroes to use their last strength to break through the capital city of Dongmo!"
"If we're not having an easy time, then the lowly Liangwei bastards shouldn't be either. Heroes, before you die, you must slaughter the Liangwei!"
The rioting enemy soldiers became even more excited, howling: "Attack the city! Slaughter the grain lords of the capital city! We're going to die soon anyway, we can't let those bastard grain lords live any longer! We can't let them continue to enjoy themselves in the city!"
"Slaughter the grain-producing Wei, and before you die, be sure to breach the capital city, sleep with the handsome men and beautiful women of the grain-producing Wei, then dismantle their houses, build a road of bones, and give us a proper burial!"
The rioting enemy soldiers shouted excitedly, like a bunch of out-of-control madmen. Even the enemy soldiers felt a chill... They were just a bunch of living monsters.
But at this moment, he needs these most ferocious and desperate beasts to help him break through the capital city and fulfill his ambition to destroy Wei!
"Envoy of the Melting God, we grant your request, but you must write down your promise to us, affix your fingerprint, and then, in our presence, send someone to deliver the letter of promise to the First Prince of Divine Power!" Beida Erna shouted, "Otherwise, how will we know if you are deceiving us?!"
Di Junrong looked at Beida Erna and kowtowed to him again: "Your Excellency, you are very clever. If I had discovered you earlier, I would have helped you get promoted and would not have let you be buried for so long!"
The enemy commander truly admired Beida Erna. He was very clever and knew how to leave him with a handle, drag him into the game, and make him enemies with the divinely bestowed healer. For the rest of his life, he would have to do everything he could to destroy the divinely bestowed healer in order to help them, the infected, take revenge.
“Done!” Di Junrong quickly wrote a letter of commitment, including what he promised, his scathing remarks about the divinely bestowed physician, the prince, and even the air god.
After he finished writing, he used a special potion to make a rubbing of the contents of the parchment, and then shot the rubbing into the camp with a longbow so that Beida Erna could see it.
These enemy soldiers can read.
After reading it, he was very satisfied: "The Envoy of Melting God is a true hero. He didn't write anything to deceive us. Alright, after you put your fingerprint on it, send the letter of commitment away."
The enemy soldiers nodded and did as instructed, quickly sending this scroll of promise, which was considered 'treasonous' in the Eastern Desert, to the charlatan prince.
Beida Erna was satisfied and shouted, "Melt God Envoy, send us supplies! It's the Eastern Desert's custom to have some fun before the final battle!"
If the enemy is not satisfied with the melting, then wouldn't the earliest we can attack the city be the day after tomorrow? By the day after tomorrow, you'll probably be too badly to get up due to the plague, so how can you attack the city then?
But if an army of 200,000 were to cause trouble, it would be beyond their capacity to handle. The enemy commander could only agree: "Your Majesty, please wait. The first batch of pleasure supplies will be delivered within an hour!"
"Heroes, enjoy yourselves! Thank you for your loyalty to the Eastern Desert!" After saying this, Enemy Rong gave a salute to the troublemaking enemy soldiers before getting up and walking down from the watchtower.
"Envoy of the Melting God, you dared to risk your life to enter the plague-stricken camp. I, Beida Erna, respect you as a great hero, so please take care of yourself!"
Upon hearing this, the enemy commander breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Beida Erna did not continue shouting, otherwise he would have been killed by the combined forces of many princes.
The enemy soldier turned back, glanced at North Dalai Lama, and replied, "I will live to ensure that I fulfill my promise to you heroes!"
"The Mine God is mighty!" Tens of thousands of enemy soldiers shouted. At this moment, the enemy Mine God felt as if he should be the Emperor of the Eastern Desert.
That's right, that's right, you are worthy to be the Emperor of the Eastern Desert. Hurry up and take action to dismember the Eastern Desert, which will benefit our Great Wei.
The Second Prince, the Sixth Prince, and the Southern King quickly learned of what the enemy had done at the Fifteen Mile Camp.
The Second Prince and the Sixth Prince looked at him as if he were a monster: "You're a madman!"
The enemy commander didn't respond, only urging: "Quickly send the heroes some pleasure supplies. If this isn't done well, they might back out at any time."
"I, the Southern King, will go prepare supplies immediately." The Southern King said, looking at the enemy commander Rong: "Rong Divine Envoy, your letter of commitment has been sent to the Red Feather Royal Court camp. You need to think carefully about how to deal with this... The Divinely Bestowed Physician is always strict." (This is a euphemism; what I really mean is that the Divinely Bestowed Physician is always ruthless and intolerant. You should be prepared to be killed by him.)
Enemy Junrong simply smiled indifferently: "Thank you for the reminder, King of the South. I can handle it."
He can definitely handle it.
An hour later, when the first batch of pleasure supplies arrived at the Fifteen Mile Camp, the charlatan prince, the poisonous old man, and the royal general who was only loyal to the Eastern Desert Emperor all sent dead soldiers to capture him.
The enemy commander only asked them two questions: "Faced with an army of 200,000 men on the verge of mutiny, can you come up with a better plan to appease them than I can?"
The second sentence: "Kill me, and Dongmo will be denying my agreement with the 200,000-strong army of the infected camp. Can you bear the consequences of a counterattack by 200,000 troops?"
The three groups of dead soldiers were left speechless when questioned.
The enemy commander Rong said one last thing: "First, break through the grain supply of Wei's capital city. Once we take this tough nut, I'll let the divine physician deal with it as he sees fit!"
With just three sentences, he convinced the king of the south to pledge allegiance to him.
After a moment of silence, the captain of the assassins sent by the emperor's general said, "Withdraw."
After saying this, he turned and left with a group of imperial soldiers.
The generals of the Eastern Desert Emperor represent the Eastern Desert Emperor and sometimes hold a higher position than the eldest prince. Therefore, the eldest prince and the old poison master's troops had no choice but to leave and stop troubling the enemy army.
After the enemy troops saw them off, they said to the Southern King and his men, "Prepare siege equipment to help the heroes in their final battle!"
After saying this, he left the open space and went to a camp on the mountain to isolate himself from the plague.
On the 21st, the enemy troops indulged in pleasure day and night.
By nightfall, the number of infected soldiers in the Fifteen Mile Camp had doubled, and all the enemy troops were no longer willing to take chances and were determined to fight to the death.
Inside the capital city, sensing the enemy's unusual behavior, General Chu, King Ye, Qi the Envoy, Lord Yan, and Qin Jiang all guessed that the enemy was probably going to launch a full-scale attack on the capital city.
But having done everything they could during the siege, they were no longer particularly concerned about the enemy's planned full-scale attack.
There are still many things waiting for them to do in the city.
For example, infected individuals appeared in the area from the West City Tower to the West City Wall, a distance of three miles from the West City Wall.
Half of the infected patients in the four urban districts of the southeast, north, and central regions showed symptoms such as coughing up blood.
The following day, the 22nd, was the Great Cold, and the snowfall intensified.
"Report! Magistrate Zeng has passed away!"
At the morning meeting, Prince Ye and his entourage received news of the passing of Zeng Tongzhi.
After a moment of silence in the hall, the Prince of Ye said, "Rise and head towards the central city to pay your respects to Vice Magistrate Zeng and see him off."
Everyone stood up and solemnly bowed towards the central district... He died from the plague and could not be buried. His body would soon be cremated, and in this situation, they could not see him off. They could only send off Zeng Tongzhi in this simple way.
"How did you die? What were the symptoms? Was it sepsis caused by blood clotting?" Si Pei asked. He had stopped crying and was now taking notes with a pen and notebook.
Looking at the copied letter, Ling Baihu said, "Indeed, the patient experienced a condition where the blood throughout the body congealed and became stagnant. Before death, the condition worsened, with the patient coughing up blood violently..."