Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 709 God help me too? (Second more)
On the sixth day of June in the fifth year of Chongzhen, the Yellow River broke through Mengmen.

The water overflowed, and even the city wall of Mengmenguan was washed away.

Mrs. Guo stood on the door of Meng and looked into the distance, and the barracks of the officers and soldiers suddenly became dilapidated.

Some people were desperately grabbing shields, boards, sticks, etc., but the current was so fast that even those who knew how to swim couldn't withstand the impact.

In the past, Paoze rose and fell with the waves like a duck, and with the erosion of the river, many people disappeared on the muddy river.

Before someone could yell for help, he gulped water from his mouth, choking so hard that he couldn't speak.

Before you can spit out the water in your mouth, the river will roll you directly into the river without your head showing.

When you think you are going to die, you suddenly throw you out of the river.

When you cough a few times, take a big breath, and get sucked in again, all of these, you no longer have the strength to struggle.

How can manpower be able to counter the power of the Yellow River?
Looking at the miserable scene at the foot of the mountain, Mrs. Guo didn't know what to say for a while, even though her whole body was drenched by rain, she still couldn't feel the cold.

He Jinzhao stood on the wall of Linxian City, watching the river flowing beyond his ankles outside the city.

Many people are raising the ditches and diverting the water into the Qiushui by the way.

The surrounding area has been in continuous drought for several years, causing the soil on both sides of the Yellow River to become extremely dry and cracked. Once the heavy rain hits, it will not be able to withstand it.

There are many breaches on both sides of the Yellow River, and the largest breach is at Mengmendu.

The more than 2 officers and soldiers didn't need He Jinchao to do anything at all, they all became bastards in the Yellow River. I don't know how many people can escape?

As for the key ferry for the officers and soldiers, with Hejin as the rear, it must not be much better there.

The Yellow River burst.

Neither He Jinzhao nor Hong Chengchou thought that such an unexpected thing would happen when they were in the temple.

After several years of drought, a sudden heavy rain caused the Yellow River to burst.

"My lord, the latest urgent report." Ji Gui led the guards of Mengmen Pass up.

"Commander, Mengmen Pass was washed away, our army lost seven brothers, retreated in no hurry, they were swept away by the flood.

The tens of thousands of officers and troops on the opposite side were unprepared for the breach of the Yellow River, causing countless casualties. "

He Jinzhao nodded. Hong Chengchou's two hands stretched into Shanxi, one of his arms had been cut off, leaving only Cao Wenzhao inland, perhaps unaffected.

"Take him down to drink ginger soup to keep warm, find some clean clothes to rest and provide meals."

"Thank you sir."

The people who reported the news rushed to the horse, and their whole bodies were soaked.
"My lord, this heavy rain has helped us."

Ji Gui felt that with a heavy rain, [-] officers and soldiers were buried in the belly of the fish, and it was like God was on the side of his lord.

Compared to Ji Gui's joy, He Jinzhao felt that no one had won in this heavy rain.

The Yellow River breach is no small matter.

He Jinzhao stretched out his hand, followed by a drizzle: "After the flood, there will be a great epidemic. You are too happy."

"Amount." Ji Gui nodded in agreement:
"My lord, Li Shuchu has also taught some children to learn his family's medical skills, but it's only just started, and I'm afraid they won't be able to use it this time."

"Well, when the flood subsides, we must control the people to prevent the epidemic, otherwise the good situation will fall short."

Compared to the salaries and supply of weapons and equipment of the officers and soldiers, He Jinzhao was not afraid of them.

On the contrary, all kinds of catastrophes and epidemics are really not something he can easily deal with.

Like the plague and smallpox, he has nothing to do.

"There are more cows now." He Jinzhao asked sideways, "What progress has Li Qingli made in his research on vaccinia?"

"My lord, most people suffer from smallpox in the grasslands. Do you want to test them first?"

"Smallpox and plague are not something that can be prevented by the Great Wall." He Jinzhao knew that this was due to the lack of human trials:

"Aren't the unreleased prisoners locked up in the coal mine?

Whoever signs up to participate in the experiment will be allowed to join the camp if they survive. At that time, everyone will have to be vaccinated against smallpox. When you are infected with smallpox, it will be useless. "

"Yes, I will arrange it."

He Jinzhao is quite irritable. As for the plague, he can only talk about hygiene. He hopes that the people will keep more cats. After all, there is more food now, so we have to prevent rats.

He has nothing else to do.

Compared to He Jinzhao's restlessness, after dredging the ditches, the people around Linxian were talking and laughing as they sat in the empty house to keep warm and drink ginger syrup.

Something like this was never even thought of before.

They only know that half of the grain harvested this summer can be put into their own rice jars.

Even if there is no granary at home, it can be stored in the granary of the old landlord’s home in the name of the peasant association, and it will be guarded by farmers and soldiers.

Such a good day, really never had in this life.

"Master, is he back?"

"I think he is standing on the city wall looking at the Yellow River."

"Hey, the handsome man can't be frozen by the rain."

"Hey, Wang Dazhugan, do you think the commander-in-chief has the same bones as you?"

"Hahaha."

The surrounding villagers joked with each other that all the food had been harvested and had not been watered by the heavy rain. Next, they were waiting to be dried by fire before hoarding.

After the rain, the summer planting began without any delay.

Such a small day, but it was much better under the rule of Ming Dynasty.

Otherwise, in the past, not only would the landlords be given [-], [-] cents, but also taxes should be paid to the government from these rations.

Now the commander-in-chief has exempted all exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. As long as the land is planted for a few years, there is no need to worry about starving.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

The mayor ran in and shouted: "I heard from my old brother that the more than 2 dog officers and soldiers in the lower reaches of Mengmen Pass were all sucked into the Yellow River and fed to bastards."

"what."

In the vast room for them to rest, there was a burst of cheers, shouting words like the sky has eyes.

"Tonight, while the commander-in-chief is in charge of the meal, each person can drink a bowl of dirty wine, hahaha."

The mayor patted his chest and said, "I pay for the wine."

Then more shouts erupted throughout the room.

The breach of the Yellow River affects both sides of Shanshan and Shaanxi.

"This heavy rain really caught people off guard." Hong Chengchou sipped his hot tea.

Fan Yiheng looked at the situation on the chessboard, and made a move: "The governor's plan to join forces to encircle and suppress the hammer bandits has to be postponed again."

Deng Deng.

A soldier was completely soaked, stepped on the rainwater in the yard and ran into the eaves, shook off the rainwater on his body, and then stood outside the door and said loudly:
"Lord Hong, there is an urgent military situation."

Hong Chengchou put down the small celadon tea cup in his hand, and signaled Fan Yiheng to put down the chess pieces in his hand.

He stood up, with his hands behind his back, and walked out pacingly.

"Where's the military situation?"

"It was the urgent military situation of Gansu General Yang Jiamo. The hammer bandit He Jinzhao sent people to dig open the Mengmendu Ferry and flood our army with floods.

Now twenty-three thousand and seventeen, seven or eight out of ten have already gone.

Numerous losses of grain, grass, armaments, and war horses were lost, and the specific troops and horses were still being sorted out. "

"what?"

Hong Chengchou stood where he was, never expecting that He Jinzhao would take advantage of the heavy rain to dig open the Yellow River.

It's really a ruthless method!
(End of this chapter)