Chu Jun raised his eyes and was not happy with Zhaoyang.

But Zhaoyang was the person promoted by the Zhao family, so naturally he couldn't give him any face.

"Sima Zhaoyang, I leave this battle to you."

"In the land of Jingmen, divide your troops to guard it. Don't let anyone enter Chu from Andi!"

After saying this, Zhaoyang asked: "Your Majesty, are you talking about anyone?"

Chu Jun nodded.

"Lest anyone be careful."

Zhaoyang was stunned.

…

After the king of Chu decided on the military strategy, the whole country of Chu was moved.

Even if they no longer want to join the war, losing and being ordered to be slaves is something no one wants.

Because I have to fight.

There was a sense of sadness in the hearts of the army that could not be dissipated.

This sadness turned into a chill and followed the fate of the country and dyed the world of Chu.

It was also at this time that an evil wind came from nowhere, mixed with coldness, and spread all over the Chu country.

The cold wind blows.

Chu State, it’s snowing...

No, it's raining and snowing, and it's constantly wet and cold.

"Ahem..."

"It's not good, Fengzi!"

Sand.

Feng Yun was still observing the medicine when he heard soldiers shouting outside the medicine camp.

Feng Yun hurriedly went out and came to the patient's tent.

"Uh..." Black blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth along with the rice porridge he had fed yesterday.

There was a constant stench all around.

The man whimpered...

Before Feng Yun could help him, the man died of anger.

"Ah..." people around exclaimed.

This is the sand, the first patient to die.

"Why did he die? There was obviously no sign of cold." The doctor in charge of the patient hurriedly stepped forward and informed Feng Yun of the situation.

The wind is full of hope.

The breath in the corpse slowly disappeared, but the sick air still lingered in the corpse.

"This cold wind is evil."

Feng Yun looked outside.

"Originally, the decoction was enough to serve as the basis of treatment, but now that the evil wind has blown, the plague has spread."

"Not enough, not repressive enough."

"Where is the evil wind blowing from?"

Feng Yun was shocked. He left the camp and stood under the rain and snow blown by the strong wind, looking up at the gray sky.

In the eyes, the art of looking at Qi——

"southwest!"
Chapter completed!