"Father Khan, I'm leaving..."

The little princess felt that her body was slowly getting colder, but more and more people were being carried to this place around her. Those who had lost their breath were being carried out and allowed to be impacted by the rain, just to make room for the newcomers.

She felt that someone would leave every moment here, but she had changed from her initial fear to calmness, because when she saw the sky outside gradually fading, she knew in her heart that she would definitely not be able to last tonight.

"It's a pity that I haven't given him the boots yet." The little princess's consciousness was blurred at this moment. She had entered the stage of being so angry, but it didn't matter anymore.

In the hazy way, she seemed to hear the earth-shaking cheers outside. She didn't know why someone would cheer at this time, but so what?

Her consciousness gradually faded, and in the end, even if she opened her eyes, she could not see what was in front of her. She tried hard to breathe, but she felt weaker and weaker. Her heart was beating violently, and waves of powerlessness came from her whole body. Even every breath seemed to have to use all her strength.

And just as she gave up everything and was about to embrace death, suddenly many people rushed into it.

She could no longer see, but she could still feel someone lifting her body up and pouring a strange liquid mixed with bitter, sweet and salty into her mouth. The liquid entered her mouth and instantly activated her physical instinct. No matter what this was, her only action was to swallow it.

When these things got down, she felt a little warm all over her body. The pain seemed to be relieved. I don’t know how long it took, but her eyes began to brighten up. She turned her head and looked to the side with her eyes open, but found that hundreds of people covered in yellow mud like mud figurines were feeding the patients like her one by one a strange color of potion.

The steps outside were running, accompanied by shouting and reprimanding. This long-lost noise suddenly calmed down her heart. She had already given up, but was still afraid of death. She wanted to shout for help but found that she couldn't shout out no matter what.

Soon, the second group of people walked in and began to clean up the dirty place. All the patients were divided into men and women and carried them into a tent covered with lime and hay. It was dry and refreshing and without the stench, only some strange smell and a hint of medicinal fragrance.

The raindrops fell on the tent and made a crackling sound, and as if they were heard, they seemed to be a different world.

At this moment, Song Beiyun, who was climbing and crawling, also arrived. He was incredible in a mess, but he had no time to worry about his image. All the camps were under the control of the imperial guards.

He squatted on the ground and rested for a while, but it was already very difficult to stand up again, so he could only sit on the ground and start giving orders: "Prefer to women and children first. Those who are physically exhausted will rest first. After resting, the female barracks will change into clean clothes for women and children, burn all the clothes they changed, and leave no one left. Medical College, don't rest, you guys are all carved, work quickly!"

"I'm working now..." A medical student and his companion carried a patient into a tent and said, "Mr. Song is really anxious."

"Human life is at stake, how can we not be anxious? It's all because of the Hua Academy. If they weren't, they wouldn't make such a big fuss."

"I think you need to deal with it." The other person said, "You can say this? All the scientific regulations are in vain? Did they do it on purpose?"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, work."

Otherwise, the Northern Navy was elite. After a brief rest, they immediately began the second round of organizational dispatch, which was the treatment that should be treated, the isolation that should be isolated, the boiling water that should be boiled, and the cooking that should be cooked were all in order, which was in sharp contrast to the dead dog-like imperial guards.

Now everyone is prohibited from drinking raw water, and all advances and retreats must be carried out according to wartime standards, isolation, resting when it should be resting, and treatment when it should be treated.

The experience accumulated before is now really used, and the entire chaotic scene was quickly controlled.

But this is just the first step, because the plague is still spreading, and what we need to do now is to solve all the problems here.

Song Beiyun was soaked. When the cold wind blew at night, he shivered. Yang Wenguang handed him a bowl of ginger soup made of brown sugar. This thing is a good thing for those who are exhausted, and for people like Song Beiyun who are frozen.

"The legs are not in control." Xiao Song smiled bitterly: "I can't stand up, I'm trembling..."

"Mr. Marquis, you're still less practicing."

"Well... I've neglected to practice in the past two years." Xiao Song pinched his numb calves: "Oh... it's useless."

In the second half of the night, the basic work of the medical school was basically completed, and all those who could be saved were saved, but even so, more than a hundred people died.

When Song Beiyun saw the person who was hit in a body bag on the ground, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Sorry." Xiao Song said to the grassland messenger who came, "It was because I was not considering it carefully, but because I was negligent."

What can the messenger say? They have already completed their righteousness and heard that they have arrived here for 150 miles, relying on their legs. People who grew up on the grassland know what this means, and this basically means no matter how much it costs.

But even so, the fate of these tribe members is explained here, and there is no way to explain it here.

"I will give Dahan a reasonable explanation for this matter." The envoy of the Song Dynasty nodded: "Sorry, I feel sorry."

The messenger shook his head slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Limped back to the tent, Xiao Song never got up after sitting down. He planned to write a job arrangement, but after sitting down, he fell asleep and didn't even have time to change his clothes.

At noon the next day, the support from Chang'an City finally arrived. The convoy arrived here with urgently needed supplies. The engineering team used nailing pile method and oil canvas wooden boards to create a house on the spot. Although it was a temporary residence, it was much better than a simple tent.

Then the supply team that was used during the war also arrived, and medicine, food and fuel were brought over.

This place was still full of misery yesterday, but today it has become a temporary camp. The oil canvas, steel bars and wires of strategic materials can provide enough shelter from the wind and rain, and can also provide a relatively comfortable place to live.

As for other content, there are, for example, the specially excavated stool and drowning collection pit, which is covered with lime, which directly burns the stool and drowning. There are also simple lime kilns, after all, lime is the easiest but most effective way to fight plague.

The rest is basically the medical school that is in charge, and Song Beiyun’s function here is to calm down. As long as countless people see Song Beiyun here, they will feel very peaceful, even if they are messengers of the grassland.

Even the envoys on the grassland admired Song Beiyun. Even though he knew that his reputation was not very good, his ability was indeed obvious to all, and the entire treatment process was really touching. Because even if he didn't care about anything, the 20,000 people died, it was because of the plague, and the area itself was infected with the plague, and the grassland had nothing to say.

But even so, they saw the embarrassment when Song Beiyun came yesterday, and this embarrassment was not funny at all. The hope of life that appeared with this embarrassment.

After Song Beiyun woke up today, his legs were swollen and he couldn't get down. There were many people who were in similar situations to him. After all, yesterday he really used people to run horses.

In addition to lamenting this unpredictable disaster, the messenger of the grassland was more surprised by the supply efficiency of Song State. He once thought that only the cavalry on the grassland could be considered as fast as the wind, but what he saw from yesterday to today was enough to subvert his worldview.

In just one day, a camp that is enough to accommodate nearly 100,000 people was built, and supplies can be distributed to everyone in such a short time.

How terrible it would be if this were placed in the war? He dared not think about it, but he knew one thing was that if the cavalry encountered such a team, they would probably be defeated. Only then did he understand why the steadily advancing tactics of Song State can win repeatedly. To put it bluntly... this is burning money.

Just after noon, the little princess opened her eyes again, and was woken up by the female soldier who was fed the medicine.

She drank the medicine very obediently and obediently, then looked at the female soldier who was feeding medicine to the grassland woman next to her and said, "Have I survived?"

"Here you come alive." The female soldier laughed at her: "Let's wait for dinner."

Although it was still very weak, the little princess breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought I was going to die."

"If you have the strength to speak, you won't die." The female soldier said: "The master of the medical school said that you are all mild symptoms, but you are just exhausted. You will be cured after taking medicine for two days."

"Um..." The little princess lay there and felt relieved: "I want to eat candy."

"There is sugar." The female soldier took out a piece of brown sugar from the basket she carried and stuffed it into her mouth: "For you."

The sweet smell calmed her down, but the next moment she was shocked and began to grop around with her soft hands.

"What are you looking for?"

"Where are my boots? Where are the boots I made for my prince?"

"It's all burned." The female soldier shook her head and said, "What you have got is a plague, and all your belongings are burned."

The little princess felt very uncomfortable, and she would cry as soon as she squinted her mouth. The older sister next to her didn't have time to comfort someone who was crying because of a pair of boots. She still had many people to help.

"The boots are gone..." The little princess's tears flowed down, and she even felt sadder than when she was dying yesterday.

And just so happened that at this time, Song Beiyun walked past with a crutch on the grassland messenger. The messenger lifted up the curtain of the little princess' tent and looked at it, then turned around and said to Song Beiyun: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Song didn't say anything, but just sighed softly and continued walking forward.

"My boots are gone..."
Chapter completed!