Chapter 582: 582: Horse Plague in Northern Xinjiang (9)

Chapter 582 Chapter 582: Horse Plague in the Northern Territory (9)
Wei Ci opened a look, his lips were slightly raised, and his dark eyes glowed with joy. He passed the tablet to the nearest Fengzhen.
Feng really leaned against his shoulders as if he had no bones, wishing to press the whole body's strength against the other.
Wei Ci poked him with a bamboo slip, and everyone's eyes moved to Feng Zhen, who then scolded Wei Ci for his insidiousness.
Take it over and have a look, Fengzhen frowned.
Although he did not have the ability of an unknown prophet, judging from the attitudes of Jiang Yanji and Wei Ci, he could probably guess something.
"What's wrong with the horse farm in northern Xinjiang?"
Feng Zhen didn't know about Ma Wen, but when he saw the contents of this tablet, he felt a little bit of truth.
Yang Sidao said, "what happened to the horse race in northern Xinjiang?"
After all, his suspicious gaze fell on Wei Ci, and he stunned to think of what the guy had sold.
Everyone was deeply anxious about the death of Princess An Ina, for fear that the three northern territories would use this excuse to attack the stormy Dongqing, but they only vowed to defend their kindness. They were not worried at all, and even held an attitude of being playful ... difficult Did he know that already?
Yang Si took over the tablet in Fengzhen's hands and read the contents at a glance and ten lines.
The more he looked, the more puzzled Yang Si was.
"It only said that the northern horse racecourse is heavily guarded, and there is no other news. Why did you conclude that the horse race happened? It may be that the northern province has planned a battle to prevent the enemy's country from probing, so it has increased the horse race's alert. It must be noted that the horse race is in the northern Xinjiang. Mingmingzi. Could it be possible, you blackhearted people, who deliberately ran to the North Xinjiang to add something to the fodder of war horses? "
Northern Xinjiang is too dependent on cavalry. The ratio of infantry to cavalry has reached 1: 2 or even higher.
A cavalry can be considered a cavalry without a powerful warhorse?
The North Xinjiang Racecourse is an important strategic material for the three ethnic groups in the North Xinjiang. Once something goes wrong here, the cavalry's combat effectiveness is almost destroyed.
It's not that the cavalry has no ability to fight under the horse, but that the cavalry in the northern Xinjiang is more inclined to fight immediately. Without the war horse, the northern army and the Dongqing army are confronted, and they have almost no advantage, even because of the Dongqing city. They are at a disadvantage.
It's not that Yang Si can't see the messiness in it, he just can't believe that there is such a coincidence in the world.
Not long ago, Beijiang also wanted to sharpen the sword, and then went to the horse race to get into trouble.
Jiang Yanji smiled and said, "Jing Rong joked. The northern Xinjiang racecourse is heavily guarded. If I have the ability to do something for the horse's fodder, why not send someone to assassinate the northern Xinjiang king directly? This matter is just my guess, whether true or false. Just wait. "
Yang Si frowned, remembering Wei Ci's previous attitude, and he felt that this matter was not so simple.
Grabbing the heart and lungs, Jiang Yanji and Wei Ci are both spleen, and the habit of selling people makes them want to beat her.
Yang Sipi smiled and said without a smile, "Liu Xianling is so well-informed that he really wanted to come to the North Xinjiang Racecourse."
The effort of speaking, this tablet has been circulated among the people.
They are more inclined to Yang Si's view. The increase in the care of the horse farms in northern Xinjiang may be to prevent spying from other countries.
As for the racecourse ... how big is this performance?
I always feel that things are not so coincidental-the northern Xinjiang is about to send troops south, and the cavalry is dead.
However, there is no shortage of coincidence in the world.
The king of northern Xinjiang furiously rejected the suggestion to forcefully kill the mare, and instead took the chance to think that the veterinarian could curb the horse blast.
The results are good. Every day there are war horses dying, pregnant horses die batch after batch. The atmosphere in the northern court of the North Xinjiang is dignified day after day. It was previously said that the latency period of this horse plague is related to the physical fitness of the host. Horses and colt are the most easily infected.
Naturally, pregnant horses and foals were the first horse races to erupt.
Rao is a rich man in North Xinjiang these years, and they were also scared by this large scale horse plague.
The horse farm is not only related to the lifeline of the northern army, but also to their economic lifeline.
Every loss of a pregnant horse or foal adds a heavy sum to their loss.
But in half a month, the dead mare has reached a terrible two thousand five hundred, and the foal is even more deadly.
At this time, the king of northern Xinjiang could not hold on, and chose to use the suggestion of the "wise man" to pull out the horses that had come into contact with the sick horse.
It's just too late.
In addition to problems with horses on the racecourse, ordinary horses in herders' homes also showed signs of illness.
After receiving this news, Rao was the king of northern Xinjiang, and he was used to the wind and rain.
"The newspaper--"
The house leak happened to be rainy at night, and the ship was late and again.
There is no worst, only worse.
"King, war horse stables find sick horses!"
"What, what—"
The northern king looked horrified, took a palm shot and got up on the table. I didn't know that the action was too fast, and the prospect of the eyes seemed to be unknown.
The ministers' eyes were terrified, and they all stepped forward to take advantage of the strong body that the king had fallen suddenly.
If horse fever spreads only on horse farms, the northern Xinjiang can still cover the news. The source of the disease is insects, mosquitoes, and the people have never noticed that these small things are portable with a discolored source of horse fever. Defendable?
When ordinary horse farmers discovered the same condition, the news could not be completely hidden.
Chongzhou borders the northern border. Liu Yan was the first to receive news here.
"Warhorse ... sick in large numbers?"
Liu Ye was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
The agent said, "Yes, this news can no longer be concealed. The number of war horses that die every day is increasing. It is said that war horses that are sick often have a life of nine deaths, which is extremely high. There are also many war horses in Chongzhou. Don't be prepared for one or two? "
If this horse plague spread to Chongzhou, they would not even cry.
The northern Xinjiang occupies a fertile horse farm, and there are countless warhorses raised, but the domestic warhorses in Dongqing originate from Cangzhou.
Cangzhou is under Meng's control, and he doesn't know what wind Meng has been pumping. In recent years, he has frequently troubled Liu Ye and opposed him.
In Dongqing, you can't offend Meng when you want a war horse.
Therefore, Liu Yan, who offended Meng, could not get the Cangzhou war horses. The war horses in Chongzhou came from northern Xinjiang.
If these precious warhorses also died of illness, they would have to rely on two legs to fight in the future.
Liu Min considered, "It is natural that sick horses must not be allowed to enter. This matter ... sent a confidential letter to Lanting."
Northern Xinjiang war horses died in large numbers, which was a good thing for Dongqing.
Liu Ye is a Chongzhou herd. If North Xinjiang attacked Dongqing, the first thing to clean up is Chongzhou. I can imagine how much pressure he has.
Now that his ancestors blessed him, northern Xinjiang had fallen over with blood mold. Liu Ye felt that he could not help laughing out of the bed in the middle of the night.
Of course, the bad luck in northern Xinjiang is over?
No-not yet!
Third, let ’s wash and sleep, and fight tomorrow or three.
(End of this chapter)