Wu County, the name of the county. In the fourth year of Yongjian in the Eastern Han Dynasty (129), Wu County was established to the west of Zhejiang (Qiantang River) of the former Kuaiji County, and its capital was located in Wu County (now Gusu District, Suzhou), the former Kuaiji County, and its capital was only retained in the east of Zhejiang, and moved to Shanyin (now Yuecheng District, Shaoxing). The counties under Wu County are: Wu County (now Gusu District, Suzhou City), Lou County (now northeast of Kunshan), from Quan (now south of Jiaxing), Haiyan (the Eastern Han Dynasty is southeast of Pinghu), Yuhang, Qiantang (now Hangzhou), Fuchun (now Fuyang), Wucheng (now Huzhou), Yangxian (now Yixing), Wuxi, Piling (now Changzhou), Qua (now Danyang), and Dantu (now Zhenjiang).

Such a big county was actually defiled by the Yellow Turban thief. Xue Tian had ten thousand words in his heart. If White Snake saw such a bad scene, would he come again to flood Jinshan? Xue Tian sat in the carriage and looked at the neat rows of heads hanging on the city wall in the distance, and nodded, he would definitely do it.

Outside the tall city wall was a large army of imperial court led by Xue Tian. Xue Tian set up camp five miles away. Sun Shao strictly followed the military book and was quite solid.

The city walls were full of Yellow Turban thieves. They were wearing yellow military uniforms, yellow Turbans, bows and arrows in their hands, rolling stones, woods, and so-called "gold juice" that emitted a foul smell. Xue Tian clearly felt that there were still 30,000 Yellow Turban elites in this city, and countless elderly, weak, sick and disabled, with as many as 70,000 to 80,000.

"The rabbit is anxious and bites people. It seems that don't rush to attack the city. Let's curse it first." Xue Tian was not interested in siegeing the city. "Jiang Jin!" "The last general is here!" A middle-aged man in aphrodisiacs in the crowd rode a horse and a long sword out of the battle. "I ordered you to lead five thousand troops here to curse the formation and lure the Yellow Turban thieves out of the city! If the thieves leave the city, you should not fight and lead them into the woods three miles away." "Abide by the order!" "I will send someone to share the meal at noon, so don't go back first. If the Yellow Turban thieves have not left the city in the evening, you can bring people to retreat first and continue tomorrow." "No!"

"Jiang Tao!" "The last one will be here!" "You will lead ten thousand people in the woods, remember to arrange more traps and prepare more flammable materials such as turtle oil so that those turtle grandsons will never come back!" "The last one will obey the order!"

"Han Dang!" "The last general is here!" "You lead 10,000 troops in the dark. Once the Yellow Turban bandits are defeated and return to the city, you will take the opportunity to fight out, merge with Jiang Jin and others, and attack into the city together, and kill all these bastards!" "No!"

Of course, Xue Tian would not return to the camp so simply. The person under command was just his clone, and his body had already sneaked into the city. Unfortunately, he didn't see those coach Qu, but only saw Zhang Jiao's apprentice, Man Cheng. He was saving people in the medical center in the city.

He was wearing a standard Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his left hand and a weak but indeed spiritual talisman paper in his right hand. In front of him was a young man with a big sore on his arm, moaning constantly. It was not difficult to see from his dress that he was also a member of the Yellow Turban.

Mancheng was muttering words in his mouth, and his hands were constantly moving. A faint spiritual power followed the strokes of the talisman paper. After a while, he stopped. The talisman paper was burning spontaneously without wind. He put the talisman paper into the bowl, which contained a bowl of water. "Drink it, you can heal after drinking it."

"This is much simpler than a potion. The treatment methods between the East and the West are indeed different." Xue Tian looked at the patient who had finished drinking the talisman water in one go and disappeared, and was secretly amazed in his heart. He was even more curious about the three volumes of heavenly books and the so-called Taiping Art.

How could these people voluntarily leave the city? Xue Tian didn't think too much about it, but he thought of the plague. He is an evil black magician.

"The air, water source, and the spreading speed are very fast. It should be a piece of cake to create a non-fatal but terrible plague." Xue Tian flew into the air invisibly, recalling the curse about the plague in his heart. After a while, he began to portray the magic circle out of thin air, and released countless plagues. This plague can make people weak and hard to swallow even when they eat. The scale is huge, with a total of more than 300,000 people in the city. In less than three days, seven or eight out of ten people will be infected. If they want to survive, they will definitely have to leave the city.

After doing all this, Xue Tiancai flew back to the camp and removed the clone effect.

Under the city, Jiang Jin was making the soldiers scold him, but the group turned a deaf ear and did not come out. At noon, Xue Tian sent someone to deliver food, and thoughtfully gave each person a pear to quench their thirst. He also sent people to deliver food and pears to the other troops. After all, he was a modern man and had to serve three meals a day. Although there were only three pieces of meat in the dish, it was already very good for the army of this era. After all, most local troops still had two meals a day. And they didn't eat meat a few times a month. After ate this lunch, the 50,000 troops had secretly vowed to serve this good lord to die.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, fame was still very important. The filial and honest official career was all about fame, that is, fame. Xue Tian didn't know how much reputation he had accumulated for him at home and abroad. After all, in troubled times, human life was not as good as a dog's life. It was just that these Yellow Turban thieves did not let him go.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, in Wujun City, Man Cheng's face was solemn, because a large-scale plague occurred in the city for no reason, and the spread was so fast that it was staggering. Initial calculations, more than 40,000 people could not get up, and the feeling of weak limbs made people desperate. Although he tried it, the talisman paper could save his life, but in this city, only three people could make talismans, and it would be exhausted if they would not exceed thirty pieces a day. Faced with such a large-scale plague, it was a drop in the bucket.

"Doctor, how? Can this plague be cured?"

This doctor named Wu is a famous local doctor, and countless living people are alive. But he is also worried: "It's difficult. I have been practicing medicine for many years and have never seen such a strange disease. The most urgent thing is to isolate these patients. The spread of the plague is too fast. If this continues, we don't need the army outside to attack in, and our people will fall down by themselves."

"Sir Qu! Why don't we just abandon the city? This plague is so terrible. The brothers have already fallen down more than 7,000 people! If the army outside the court finds out, why don't we take the opportunity to kill in?" said a small leader.

"This..." Mancheng also found it very difficult. He had never encountered such a strange thing since he started a military campaign. "You can report the situation here to Chen Baiqiu and let him make a decision." "No!" A scout took the order and left.

It soon became dark. Jiang Jin and others retreated first. However, the plague did not rest because of darkness. In just one night, more than 30,000 people were infected. The people in the city were panicked and all hid at home and dared not go out. The scouts also came back.

"What does Qu Shuai say?" "Qu Shuai asked us to cut off the camera. If the plague cannot be stopped, retreat to Qiantang. There is no plague there now, and it is very safe." "Okay, let's leave now while the enemy has not discovered us!" Mancheng was furious.

"What should those brothers who have suffered from the plague do?" someone spoke.

"The plague cannot be controlled now. Although I am also sad, it is better than waiting for death together." Mancheng is about to give up these people.

"Oh..." Everyone was afraid of death and could only speak silently.

At midnight, the city gate was quietly opened. Mancheng, with the 40,000 troops who could still move, and more than 70,000 people with the elderly and children who accompanied him, abandoned the city and left the people in the city to fend for themselves. This was something that Xue Tian, ​​a modern person, did not expect, and it was inconsistent with his expectations.

The next morning, Xue Tian ordered his troops again to attack the city. He thought that the defenders would be much weaker and would be more convenient for him to attack the city. Unexpectedly, the gates in the city opened and all the defenders on the city wall disappeared, and even the Yellow Turban flag was removed.

"Jiang Jin, bring a thousand men in and take a look." "No!" Jiang Jin patted the horse under his crotch, "Hold!" A bunch of infantry behind him also ran into the city.

Before long, Jiang Jin ran out with a happy look on his face. "Lord, the Yellow Turban Thief has abandoned the city!"
Chapter completed!