Turbulent Times Chapter 299: Nightmare

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Sitting weakly on the soft couch, Xue Qiluo shook his head, his face full of solemnity: "This matter is strange, could it be that the stomach is not eaten, but the plague!"

"Little chief, it's going to be dark soon, and it's time for you to eat." A soldier reminded cautiously.

"What did you do just now, why didn't you see you?" Xue Qiluo frowned and asked.

The soldier was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and said, "Forgive me, little chief, I just felt sick to my stomach, go..."

"Okay, needless to say, I get it. Hmm! Why are there so few guards outside my tent? Is it also because of stomach discomfort?" Before the guard could finish speaking, Xue Qiluo smiled wryly to interrupt it.

"Little chief Mingjian, many brothers seem to have eaten their stomachs badly, and they have constant diarrhea, and some serious ones have started to have a fever, and they have no strength at all, as if they have taken time out!" Submit.

"Well, what did the military shaman say?" Xue Qiluo asked with a gloomy face.

"The shaman himself also had diarrhea, and because of his weak body, it was especially serious. He started to have a fever and lay in the tent, unable to even get up from the bed." The soldiers could feel the anger in Xue Qiluo's heart, Dare to look more, lowered his head and said.

"Go down and rest!" Xue Qiluo waved his hand, and sent the soldiers away, but in his heart, he felt more and more panic.

As a wise man, he has already relied on his intuition to feel that some kind of danger is approaching him quickly. But what exactly is this danger? Where do you come from? He could not make a clear judgment based on his intuition alone.

With an uneasy mood, I dealt with military affairs, enjoyed delicious food, and patrolled the camp. Before it was over, I felt uncomfortable in my stomach again. Only then fell asleep exhausted. However, it didn't seem long before he closed his eyes, when he saw Wang Junlin holding a horse spear and stabbing himself in the head and face!

The soldiers close to them fell to the ground one after another, and the loyal and brave centurion and thousand commanders were also separated and surrounded by the enemy, unable to turn around to protect each other.

"Come on, come on!" Unarmed, he was forced to the edge of the cliff by Wang Junlin, and he had to raise his voice and call out to his subordinates for help. But he saw a strange blood-red horse suddenly open its mouth, which instantly became huge and swallowed his head in one gulp.

"Ah—" Xue Qiluo screamed and sat up, cold sweat rolled from his forehead and temples.

"Catch the assassin!" The guards on duty were startled, and quickly drew out their scimitars and rushed in from the outside. The two personal soldiers who were on hand also rushed forward with their knives in hand, guarding the bed tightly.

However, when they saw Xue Qiluo's pale face and lifeless eyes, everyone knew that their little chief was having a nightmare. Assassins don't exist at all, and devils only hide in people's hearts.

"Ah, the head is so heavy!" Xue Qiluo grabbed the cloth towel next to the pillow, and he quickly wiped the sweat from his head. Then he held his drowsy forehead with his fingers, and asked loudly, "How many days has it been outside, is there any unusual movement?"

"Little chief, it's been two quarters, and nothing happened all night!" The leader of the guards bowed and reported in a low voice.

"Ah, I've been asleep for so long! Why didn't you wake me up earlier!" Xue Qiluo was taken aback, turned his leg and got out of bed with his clothes on. There was a feeling of soreness and weakness, which quickly spread throughout the body. He froze for a moment, and firmly held the edge of the bed with his other hand. "The order will go down, and at the hour of the hour, all the generals and the heads of the ministries will go to the central army to discuss matters."

"Obey!" The leader of the guards did not doubt that he was there, bowed to salute, then went to the bedside to get a command arrow, and left quickly.

"You all go down too, and get a basin of hot water so that I can clean my face and change my clothes." Xue Qiluo took off the hand on his forehead again, waved it calmly, and sent the guards away .

You must persevere, the general is the courage of the three armies. If he shows the slightest discomfort at this juncture, it will not only lead to chaos in the army, but also make those leaders feel unruly. In that case, not to mention capturing Shifengzhai, killing Wang Junlin, and trying to lead everyone out of the Sui Dynasty safely, it would be impossible to reach the sky.

Fortunately, he usually does what he says and has a lot of prestige, so the soldiers didn't think about other things. They also agreed loudly, turning around and retreating one after another. Xue Qiluo gritted his teeth and persisted, gritted his teeth and persisted until all the soldiers in the house withdrew. Immediately, his arm trembled suddenly, and with a "boom!", he fell heavily into the woolen bed.

"Longevity God!" Xue Qiluo wailed in his heart as he repeatedly rubbed his heavy forehead with his hands. No diarrhea in the morning, no fever in the evening, but on the first night of attacking Shifengzhai, he had diarrhea and fever again. He had already suffered a disastrous defeat by Wang Junlin once, and if he failed again after his father sent 20,000 reinforcements, his position as the little chieftain (equivalent to the first heir to the great chieftain) might not be guaranteed after he returned.

"No, I can't retreat. We must find a way to persevere to the end, insist on leveling Shifengzhai. Even if I go out in a few layers of sheepskin, I can't make Wang Junlin feel better!" He sat up again and dressed himself.

The two confidant soldiers who usually waited on his food and daily life came back with hot water. Hearing the movement, they trotted in to wait on him, but he waved him away and didn't allow him to approach him. This is not out of precaution, but he firmly believes that when a person is just sick, it is best to move his hands and feet more. Otherwise, the more you rest, the more your limbs will become weak, and you will be completely bedridden in the end.

It's a pity that his idea is very correct, and the self-rescue method he adopted seems to be in line with some medical principles. However, the clothes that can usually be hooked up with just one finger are now as heavy as if they were cast from molten lead , each of which weighs more than a thousand jun. After changing into the underwear and sheepskin pants, Xue Qiluo was so tired that his eyes turned black and he was sweating profusely. The muscles on his thighs, calves and arms seemed to have been poisoned by an unknown poison, and they were trembling all the time.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..." There was clearly a brazier in the room, and the fire was glowing red, but Xue Qiluo started his swing, knocking his upper and lower teeth non-stop. The two confidant soldiers were frightened to death, and rushed forward to help them. This time, Xue Qiluo didn't dare to struggle alone, and let the two support his body, lying on the bed while murmuring He murmured: "Don't, don't tell anyone. Otherwise, I will kill you."

At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound of "Boom!", and a man rushed into the big tent, rushed to Xue Qiluo's bed in three steps and two steps, and reported loudly without even looking carefully: " Little chief, it’s not good, the leaders of the Huangyang and Fengluo tribes have all fallen down. In the whole camp, at least one-third of the brothers have started to have diarrhea. Some of the people who started the diarrhea have already started to have a fever and even lie in bed. Sorry, the shaman suspects that the epidemic has broken out, please deal with it quickly, the little chief!"