In the second year of Chuping, the war between spring and summer was unpredictable and dazzling.

Who would have thought that Dong Zhuo's army, which was once noisy, was almost driven out of Luoyang City by Sun Jian, who was defeated first and then won by himself.

The scholars and people in Hedong County also felt the same. They originally thought that the Baibo bandits who invaded the south in spring would cross the Fen River, conquered cities and plunder, but unexpectedly, the large number of Baibo bandits were defeated by Yan Xing, the recently famous storm captain, with a disadvantage.

As a result, many Hedong scholars and people who left their hometowns and fled south to celebrate, thinking that the bandits would be pacified soon and they would be able to return to their hometown homes soon. However, the intense war ended quietly and suddenly. Both sides chose to truce and raise their troops, and the defeated White Bo bandits still occupied most of the cities in the northeast of Hebei.

After this series of wars, Sun Jian, who recovered Luoyang, finally chose to return to the army to compete with Zhou Ang under Yuan Shao for Yuzhou, and Yan Xing had already stopped and led his troops to Linfen City.

In a remote military camp outside Linfen City

Under the moonlight, the fields were silent. Yan Xing was wrapped in black veil and walked between the camp tents filled with herbs. He was followed by Ma Lin and Da Niu, who were also wrapped in black veil. The three of them had serious faces and hurried steps. Under the guidance of the soldiers leading the way, they soon arrived outside a military tent.

Outside the military tent, the torches were either light or dark. At this moment, an old doctor with gray hair was standing outside the tent. He drooped his thin hands in his sleeves and his eyelids were also drooping, as if he was in a state of false sleep. When he heard the rapid footsteps of Yan Xing and others sounded in the vicinity, he barely raised his head. When he saw clearly that the lieutenant of the bandit was coming, he opened his mouth in surprise.

"Captain, this place is really dangerous, Wei Jun is waiting for him-"

"I see!"

Before the old doctor could finish his words, Yan Xing had already interrupted him, and quickly passed by him, opened the door of the tent, and walked straight into the tent.

Ma Lin and Da Niu followed closely behind. The old doctor looked at the three of them with solemn expressions, with their shriveled mouths slightly opened and closed, and in the end he didn't say anything. He had been in the medical field for many years, and he had seen a lot of this situation. At this time, no matter what he said to the patient or the relatives and friends of the patient, it would be useless.

In the military tent

At this time, Yan Xing, who was quickly entering, stopped heavily. He saw the familiar back wrapped in a quilt on the bed in the tent. The patient on the bed was facing the wall of the tent. Yan Xing could not see his face, but when he smelled the strong smell of herbal medicine in the tent, for some reason, Yan Xing suddenly felt heartbroken and his voice became a little choked.

"Atun, we're here to see you."

After receiving the news that Wei Tong was critically ill at night, Yan Xing galloped over night. He suppressed his sob voice, pulled down the black veil on his face, and slowly came to Wei Tong's bedside with Ma Lin and Da Niu.

At this time, Wei Tong on the bed finally reacted. He turned around with difficulty. After seeing Yan Xing's face, a trace of light flashed strangely through his dim eyes. His two pale lips moved, and the prominent Adam's apple rolled a few times, and finally made a low sound.

"Young, you guys are here."

"Yes, we're here."

Seeing Wei Tong, who was skinny and thin on the bed, thinking of the good man who was able to rush on horseback and go to fight to kill the enemy in the past, was tortured by the epidemic today, Yan Xing choked up again. He suppressed his grief and could no longer speak.

The past scenes appeared in his mind.

The gentleman who followed him out of the fortress to trade with the Qiang people, the knight who joined the army in the east, the cavalry and barracks who had been sharpened from many bloody battles, the white dogs gathered together to fight, the death-running run by the water, the prisoner camp happily reunited, and the spirit of rushing to support Hedong, the eagle of eagle...

Now, it all came to an end.

Although Yan Xing knew that seven or eight out of ten people would find it difficult to survive in the end, although he knew that the farewell to Wei Tong would come sooner or later, it was still difficult for him to accept that this day came so quickly!

The knights who followed him out of Yunwu fought hard in the battle formations in the troubled times, and were withered. There are only a handful of people who can survive now, but now even Wei Tong is leaving.

Seeing Yan Xinghu's eyes filled with tears, and his voice was choked and unable to speak. Wei Tong, who was terminally ill, had some strength in his rebirth. He struggled to squeeze out a smile on his pale face and said angrily:

"Shaojun, Tong—you have to take a step first, and I have not seen Yunwu’s friend who has not seen for a long time, has a robbery in the army, hateful—cannot follow Shaojun—to fight to kill the enemy—to ride horses and hunt, hateful, Tong can no longer return to Jincheng, can no longer see the jackal on the block, can no longer drink the fine wine from Hexi—"

After saying these words, Wei Tong almost exhausted his only strength. He soon fell into a confused consciousness again. His thin arms trembled slightly, and he moaned and shouted vague words.

"Go out of the east gate, ignore your return, come in, feel sad and sad-"

Yan Xing and others listened for a long time before they heard Wei Tong's moaning. The popular song "The East Gate" depicts a miserable and magnificent picture: the protagonist walked out of the house and did not want to go home, but his wife and children were unable to give up. As soon as they entered the house, they saw that the family was left with no hope of life. He drew his sword and went out. His wife was afraid of something wrong, so she cried and dissuaded, but the protagonist still felt that there was no way out and finally left with her clothes.

Wei Tong was born and raised in Jincheng. His family was poor since childhood and he joined the border. Han, Qiang and Hu fought endlessly. His parents died in military disasters. His brothers and sisters were either kidnapped or separated on the battlefield. He had no wife or children, and was alone. He followed Gan Ling to join Yan Xing, and then followed Yan Xing to fight all directions. In his prime, he had to end his life early. On his death, his soul seemed to return to the original starting point and returned to the family's home with a bare wall.

Wei Tong's Adam's apple on the sickbed was still rolling, but he could no longer sing. Yan Xing gritted his teeth and raised his head to put the hot tears back into his eyes. When he lowered his head, his face was already flushed.

"There is no bucket of rice storage in the ounce, and there is no hanging clothes on the rack.

Go to the east gate to draw the sword, and the mother in the house held her clothes and cried: "

Yan Xing took the tune of Wei Tong's pause and continued to sing "The East Gate Travel". His voice was originally loud and majestic, but now his mind was singing, and the "The East Gate Travel" he sang was even more desolate, singing a hero's sadness and anger to the fullest. Ma Lin and Da Niu also had a sing of their faces, and they sang along with the beat.

In a vague way, he heard the familiar song. Although Wei Tong couldn't speak, tears in his eyes couldn't help but flow out. He moaned and wanted to raise his weak arms and beat the beat. Unfortunately, he could only shake slightly in the end and could not move.

"His family hopes to be rich and honorable, and the humble concubines will feed you together.

Because I use Canglangtian above, I should use this yellow mouth below. Now I am not!”

When he sang this, Wei Tong, who was on the sickbed, made a last sound, just like the shaking string suddenly broke. His slightly shaking arms froze, and his whole body fell back to the bed, without moving at all, without making any sound.

Seeing this scene, the muscles on his face suddenly spasmed. He lowered his voice and said:

"Shaojun, Wei Jun is waiting for him-"

Yan Xing also saw this scene. His face turned miserable, but he did not speak, but insisted on singing the last line of "East Gate Travel".

"Duh! Okay! I'm going to go! It's hard to live long after gray hair."

After singing, Yan Xing stood firm and shaking his body. He took a breath, stabilized his body, shook his hand, and said:

"Let the doctor come in!"

Daniu, who received the order, quickly brought in the old doctor who was standing on standby not far outside the tent. After the old doctor entered the tent, he came to the sickbed. After checking it carefully, he turned around and reported to Yan Xing:

"Captain Captain, Wei Junhou, he has gone!"

Hearing the expected but difficult to accept, Yan Xing could only endure the pain and closed his eyes without saying anything for a while.

"Captain Captain, the body of Wei Junhou?"

The old doctor looked at Yan Xing without saying a word for a while. He thought Yan Xing was still hesitating about Wei Tong's funeral.

According to the new laws in the epidemic camp, the bodies of these soldiers who died of illness must be transported to the remote wilderness overnight by corpse trucks. As for the refugees and prisoners who died of illness, the handling is even more stringent. People are sent to gather their bodies in one place every day, burn them to bury them, and relatives are strictly prohibited from burying them privately to prevent the new round of spread of the epidemic.

At that time, people die as if they are alive. Not only are they popular to have a grand funeral and sacrifice, but they also attach importance to the integrity of the body. Various methods of burying the body that cost a lot of money were often used among the nobles. For example, in the epidemic camp, the method of choosing to bury wasteland and burning and burying the body would not be so strict and ungrateful if it were not related to life and death.

Yan Xing heard the old doctor's inquiry and knew what he was worried about. He quickly opened his eyes and looked at the gray-haired old doctor and said:

"Everything will be done according to the laws of the camp!"

"promise!"

After hearing Yan Xing's answer, the old doctor quickly agreed, and then quickly retreated to arrange for the burial of the body to be transported deep.

After Ma Lin waited until the old doctor left, he looked at Wei Tong's stiff body on the bed. He touched the corner of his mouth, walked up to Yan Xing, and began to persuade:

"Captain, this person has passed away, so you must not stay here for a long time, and the army cannot be without a boss for a day. Let's leave quickly."

The big bull nodded and persuaded:

"I also asked the captain to be a vain. Although the Wei army's Hou left, Song had already found orphans for the Wei army's Hou as his descendants according to the instructions of the captain. He should not let the Wei army's Hou cut off blood and food. The military affairs are the most important. Please ask the captain to return to the camp!"

Looking at Ma Lin and Daniu looked earnest, Yan Xing also knew that it was meaningless to stay here again, but it would only shake the morale of the army that had just stabilized. He nodded, and finally looked at Wei Tong, who had been closed by the doctor, then turned around and strode out of the tent.

Outside the epidemic camp, the horses neighed, and then the sound of horse hooves treading on the ground came. A gust of night wind blew, and the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.

Yan Xing looked around the field and saw the moonlight dark and silent everywhere. The sound of night owls came from the dense forest. The seizure accompanied by the howling of jackals for food. There were even a few ghost fires in the wilderness in the distance, which were floating around. Even if the knights who had been through many battles were rushing in the dark, they could not help but feel sad when they saw such a ghost-like scene.

Yan Xing silently withdrew his eyes and focused his eyes on the road in front of the horse. He grabbed the hilt of the sword around his waist and silently recited in his heart:
Chapter completed!