"It should be time to calculate the day."

Song Beiyun looked up at the rainfall falling from the courtyard in the yamen yard. He had never hated rainy days as much as he is now.

Whether it is the progress of grassland immigrants or the prevention and control of cholera, this rain can be called a disaster.

disaster!

This is not an exaggeration. Xiao Song personally walked through the rivers and mountains. He knew that even the official roads were just dirt roads. It was absolutely impossible for big cities like Chang'an and Jinling to have bluestone roads on them. So once they encountered rain and snow, traffic might be completely paralyzed.

It may be a matter of eternity that is two hundred kilometers apart in this era. Even though Song Beiyun captured traffic from the beginning, this thing could not withstand the torture, except for the road from Liaoxin to Chang'an, which was like the road from Liaoxin to Chang'an, and would be improved with new methods and new content, otherwise it would not withstand the tossing.

The prevention and control of plague is even worse. Chang'an is still good because the urgent public toilets have begun to be used, but the surrounding towns are still the same. Rain water flows everywhere with feces. If these feces contain bacteria and enter the river water and well water, a new round of plague will spread soon.

In addition, traffic is blocked, which is like entering hell for the fight against the plague and epidemic, which requires a fight against time.

"Official, drink tea."

Biluo put the teacup in front of Song Beiyun, and Xiao Song looked up at her: "Where have the grassland immigrants?"

"It's less than two hundred miles, but seeing the rain, it may have to be delayed for a few days."

Xiao Song stood up and looked at the map behind him, frowning.

"Official, what's wrong?"

"They are here now, right?" Xiao Song picked up a wooden pole and pointed a position on the map: "It should be resting on the spot."

"Well, it must be here."

"Oops."

Xiao Song threw the pole to the ground and said hurriedly: "Go and call the medical school people, speed! Fast!"

Biluo left in a hurry, and within a short while, the leaders of the three major medical colleges arrived at Song Beiyun.

When they came in, Song Beiyun was looking at the map with his waist on his waist. He heard something happening behind him and said, "Are there any patients involved in Xiaoqi Town, Songtao Town, and the line of Chuizihe?"

"There are a few people left. We have surrounded several surrounding villages, but this rain..." The leader of Chang'an Medical College was silent for a while: "Not optimistic."

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Xiao Song turned around and slapped the table hard: "More than 20,000 people on the grassland are stationed around there! Less than twenty miles apart."

As soon as this said, everyone was shocked. If it was good weather, twenty miles would be a safe range. However, this kind of ghost weather, and the garrison is in the downstream area, it would be hard to say whether it is safe.

Moreover, those grassland people do not have the habit of drinking cooked water. If one person is infected with the plague, then most of the more than 20,000 people will probably be unavoidable, especially women and children.

"Get off!" Xiao Song took off his cloak from the clothes rack next to him: "Bring people and medicine, and set off now."

As Song Beiyun was worried, after the grassland team arrived here to rest the day before yesterday, people began to fall ill, with diarrhea and vomiting symptoms very obvious. At first, I thought it was because I was not adapting to the local environment, but after the doctors accompanying the caravan made a diagnosis, it was not because I was not adapting to the local environment, and the symptoms were very similar to the plague.

The word plague is synonymous with death everywhere in this era. When the immigrants on the grassland heard the news, the riots began this morning.

As long as they are individuals, they will have a desire to survive. They will not be able to stay here and wait for death obediently, so they began to attack the caravan's guards.

The caravans were helpless and had to communicate with the people led by the grassland people. However, they were more afraid of the plague, but now they didn't know what to do. They could only continue to wait here and then inform the situation here to the other end of Chang'an.

The little princess on the grassland was also sick. She lay in a temporary shed, her face was pale and weak, and she could no longer get up. She didn't expect that she might die here. When she lay there, she would ask the people around her how far away it is in Chang'an.

But the people around me were speechless at some point. They chatted together last night, talking about how to spend money when they went to Chang'an, but they lost their breath in one night.

After the little princess who faced death for the first time in her life realized that the people around her were dead, she suddenly felt extremely fear. She finally realized what this temporary shed is for. This is the shed that isolates patients and healthy people, and it is also a shed that isolates life and death.

The people they lie here... have been given up.

At this moment, she suddenly regretted coming from the grassland. She didn't want to die just like this, and she knew that she couldn't do anything now, and she didn't even have the strength to get up.

She suddenly felt that she was so stupid... and she also said she wanted to hand over the boots she made with her own hands to the person in Chang'an, but now she knew that she might be dying here.

She no longer had the strength to shout, and all she could do was shed tears while feeling weaker and weaker.

"I want to eat candy..." She lay there looking at the dripping straw shed, murmured in a low voice, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes.

At the same time, more than 300 doctors from the Medical College were trying their best to come to this place.

At this time, horses are actually useless. The best way for them to travel is to rely on two feet. Many people in medical schools cannot support their long-distance raids, so they can only rely on their backs and lift them. Anyway, they can't stop in the middle even if they are exhausted.

"quick."

Song Beiyun ran to the front of the team, and the people running around were from the Beihai Army, who were responsible for dispatching the entire team.

"I'm really stupid." Xiao Song said dejectedly: "I should have thought that something must have happened if they were delayed for so long. If something really happened, we would be sinners."

"Mr. Song, don't be anxious." Yang Wenguang let out a long sigh and ran next to Song Beiyun. He wiped the water from his face: "It's not too late to find out now."

Song Beiyun shook his head and sneered: "These grassland immigrants are related to how big the Central Plains map will be in the future. If! I said if, more than a thousand people died, I tell you, the trouble is so big! I can only ask myself to demote myself to the imperial tomb to guard the tomb for the rest of my life! Then the remaining debts will be paid back."

After saying that, he put his hands on his knees and rested for a moment, while Yang Wenguang followed him: "Why?"

"Do you really think these people are simple laborers? These people are bridges between the Central Plains dynasty and the grassland! When the bridge collapses, you have to make great sacrifices when you want to cross the river. War is never the best way to solve problems, do you understand? And with the potential of the grassland, if one day they really rise or the Central Plains dynasty declines, do you really think that cannons can suppress people's hearts?" Xiao Song also wiped the water on his face: "Human hearts are obtained by relying on sugar, rice, and living and working in peace and contentment."

The team around him quickly passed through Song Beiyun. After a little dispatch, he got up and ran up again, shouting, "The commander sent the order! All the staff obeyed the orders, they must arrive before the evening! Otherwise, they will be dealt with by military law!"

Fifty thousand people were considered a mighty man, and they rushed all the way with the pouring autumn rain.

And just about fifty miles away from the grassland camp, Song Beiyun, who was exhausted, met the person who came from the caravan for help.

After listening to the news briefly, he secretly lamented that he had not been confused about this matter after all. If he delayed another day or two, the pit left behind by this matter might be really impossible for him to fill it.

With a goal, Song Beiyun relied on his perseverance to cheer up the team, and the subsequent teams were almost at the end of their strength. After all, they were not the Northern Navy, and their training intensity and physical fitness were far from enough to support them in a 75-kilometer marching.

The marching of five hours was a deadly marche.

But now that things have come to this point, Song Beiyun has no choice but to have a life of life, and to reward and punish.

In the last fifty miles, many people were already exhausted. They supported each other and continued running. Song Beiyun could not say anything serious. The only thing he could do was to be busy in the team and let the fallen soldiers move forward with the other soldiers.

When Xiao Song was reading history books, volunteer soldiers of the 113th Division traveled 72.5 kilometers of mountain road in fourteen hours while on the Korean battlefield. At that time, Song Beiyun thought, "What's so awesome about this?"

And now it seems that it is no longer awesome, it is a god...

The mountain road with equipment and supplies is 14 hours and 72 kilometers, which is almost impossible to complete, and it is the Korean battlefield at the end of November. At the end of October, the light-hailing team on the flat road is already exhausting their combat lives if they want to complete ten hours and 75 kilometers.

It is conceivable how powerful the Volunteer Army was at that time.

At this moment, on the other end of the camp, the number of patients has reached 1,500. Due to the clustering, these people have a very concentrated and violent disease. Each of them is a super source of infection and is weak due to fatigue along the way. In addition to the current situation.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Song Beiyun didn't suddenly think of this in the morning, even if it was delayed until tomorrow, more than half of the 20,000 people would have an illness, and the number of deaths might have set a record.

Maybe it was really God bless China. Song Beiyun sat in the office watching the rain. As he looked at it, he felt something was wrong. It would be unreasonable if God suddenly shuddered him, and even he himself could not believe it.
Chapter completed!