The Han Dynasty was Taixing for four years.

September.

Osmanthus fragrance.

The tiny petals and the dreamy breath drifted slowly and slowly for miles away.

Because the surrounding area is really smelly.

So this little bit of fragrance is very precious.

Since Sun Quan and others returned with a group of elites from Jiangdong, and Xu Sheng also hurriedly fled under the pressure of the plague, there are no high-level generals and command systems in Jiangling, Nanjun, Jingzhou. The only thing that can still allow these

What Jiang Dongbing insists on is the desire for life and the reverence for death.

Yes, they long to use their own death to bring life to their families.

Wu Long is from Yangzhou.

In the yard of Wu Long's home, there is an osmanthus tree.

Among this group of Jiangzhou soldiers, he has the highest official rank.

He was a subordinate of Kuaiji before, but now he is a fake military prince.

Although the time has entered late autumn, I don't know whether the temperature in the air has not dropped, or whether Wu Long and others' own body temperature is too high. After walking for a while, they always sweat. After passing Jiangling City and heading north,

On the road, there were almost no people in the mountains and fields. Occasionally, there was a smell of burning smell in the wind. Wu Long knew that it was the smell of burned corpses.

In such an air filled with burnt odor, the scent of osmanthus is even more precious, it seems to remind people of something...

Wu Long did not send any scouts, and there were no scouts to send.

He has been here before and walked this road. Since Jiang Dongbing captured Jiangling, this area has been cleared away in waves. At that time, the roads were congested and the torches stretched out, almost lighting up the entire area.

In the night sky, the sounds of crying and screaming still seem to be echoing in my ears.

Now……

Is it our turn? Wu Long smiled bitterly and propped the handle of his spear on the ground.

Going further, you can occasionally see some charred corpses. I don’t know when the traces were left. The chest and abdomen of the charred corpses seemed to have been pulled apart, and some colorful parts were exposed, which seemed to be wild dogs.

, or a painting of a jackal.

Further ahead, there is a small bridge. On the right side of the bridge, Wu Long remembers that there is a village.

On the small bridge, several wooden piles that originally hung the corpses have collapsed, and the corpses on the remaining wooden piles have been completely rotted and covered with carnival flies. Even Wu Long and others

Two of them flew by as they passed by. It seemed that they were just saying it, and they didn't seem to care about these larger guys at all...

Is it because we will eventually become dishes for these flies?

Wu Long kicked a maggot-covered head away from the ground, and then moved forward.

Burnt and unburnt corpses appeared shockingly before our eyes. This was a mountain village that had been massacred and then burned for most of the night.

No one alive.

The person was captured by Jiangdong soldiers, and the body was left behind by Jiangdong soldiers. Wu Long thought they would never come back to this place again, but now they are back.

Some houses ahead have collapsed.

The road through the village was also blocked. Wu Long led people around the collapsed houses. No one in the entire Jiangdong soldiers' queue spoke, only heavy breathing was left.

As a soldier, your hands are more or less stained with blood.

Even massacre.

But at that time, it was someone else who died, but now...

"Today...just take a rest here...tomorrow will be...Jingbei..."

Wu Long pointed to the few remaining houses in the village.

Fatigue was like an endless wave, washing over wave after wave until it was about to submerge Wu Long. But originally, these journeys were nothing to Wu Long.

When the sun rose again the next day, Wu Long was rewarded, and three more people were unable to walk.

"Give...ahem, leave them a knife..."

Wu Long did not go to see those people, because he seemed to know in his heart that he might meet these people again soon. What was the point of going to see them now?

Yes, what is the point of coming to Jingzhou? What is it for? What is it for now?

Wu Long's head hurt. It started to hurt a few days ago. Now it is getting more and more painful. It hurts so much that Wu Long wants to cut the back of his head with a knife to see if there are maggots inside.

, was gnawing at his brain, so he couldn't think too much and only had one thought left.

Died in Jingbei.

In this way, he can be regarded as killed in battle.

Because those who die from illness have no money.

When the sun rose above the treetops, Wu Long and others heard voices.

For a time, Wu Long thought it was an hallucination caused by his headache, but after he asked a few people around him, he realized that these tiny sounds were really human voices.

"Arrived...Jingbei..."

"We're here..."

"We...are at the end of the field..."

Wu Long looked around slightly and smiled, "This place... is pretty good..."

There are mountains, water and fields.

It would be better if there was another sweet-scented osmanthus tree...

"Come on..."

"Huchi...huchi..."

Wu Long led his men forward.

In Wu Long's imagination, they were marching forward with indomitable momentum, holding their swords and guns high, carrying billowing smoke and dust, and charging forward with ferocity...

But in reality, people like Wu Long were dragging their feet, swaying, and stumbling forward...

There were exclamations.

"Ghosts... there are ghosts..."

Are you scared? Wu Long wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh out loud, but he no longer had the strength to laugh, only the sound of heavy breathing was left, and then the "rapid sprint" also exhausted his little energy.

Due to his lack of strength, whether it was because his legs were weak or he tripped over rocks and dirt, Wu Long threw himself forward with a groan and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The figure shook, as if someone was surrounding him.

"Mom, look, that man has so many bugs on his head..." Someone seemed to be pointing at Wu Long and shouting.

"That's not a worm, that's a maggot!"

You have worms, you have maggots!

Wu Long howled, jumped up, brandished his sword and gun, shook out the gun flowers one by one, and rushed into the crowd, and then his opponents fell down one by one...

In fact, Wu Long, who was still lying on the ground, just made a huffing and puffing sound, stretching and retracting his spear to assassinate the opponent in his imagination.

"They are Koto thieves! Koto dogs!" Someone finally recognized them and said, "Beat them to death!"

The figures became noisy and swayed, and then countless stones, wooden sticks, wooden rakes, etc. fell down and hit Wu Long's head and body...

Wu Long didn't seem to feel any pain on his body at all. He just felt that the surrounding world was slowly dimming, as if night had fallen. Is this death? Did I finally die in Jingbei? I don't know if I can get it at home...

…

The stone hit Wu Long's head with a scream, and a bang interrupted Wu Long's thoughts. At the last moment of his life, what appeared in front of Wu Long was the osmanthus tree at home.

A small smiling face under the tree, accompanied by a delicate fragrance of flying petals.

"Little girl, daddy can't accompany you to see the sweet-scented osmanthus..."

…………

In such an autumn, Wei Yan and others went southeast along the river, passing through mountains and ridges, heading straight for Yi Dao. The closer they got to Yi Dao, the more they saw many corpses lying dead along the way.

There was even a faint sound of crying in the air.

Even the river beside it seemed to be sobbing.

Just as the sun was about to set, Wei Yan and his party had already arrived at Yidao. At this time, the city gate of Yidao was half open, and scattered people were going in and out.

The news of the plague also spread to Yi Dao at this time, and what followed was the flight of powerful nobles. All the rich and powerful people ran away, leaving only the common people who could not go anywhere and were in chaos in the city.

The invasion of Jiangdong soldiers caused a huge wave in the entire Nanjun of Jingzhou. The plague was like a second huge wave, completely submerging ordinary people. After there was no public order, no matter it was all kinds of

Rumors, or rumors of thieves who stole the body, further worsened the situation. And because the refugees continued to move to Sichuan and Sichuan, many things in the city fell into chaos.

Refugees poured into the city. At first, these refugees just wanted food, but then...

Some people saw the empty houses left behind after part of the city fled, so they broke the door locks and went in to search and occupy them. Then more people joined the ranks and even started knocking on the doors of other people who still stayed in the city.
To be continued...