Chapter 577

When Wei CI opened his eyes, his lips were slightly raised, and his dark eyes were a little happy. He passed the letter to the nearest Fengzhen.

Feng Zhen leaned on his shoulder as if he had no bones, and wanted to press the strength of his whole body on each other.

Wei CI poked him with a bamboo slip, and everyone's eyes moved to Fengzhen. The latter secretly scolded Wei CI for being insidious.

Take it over and have a look. Feng Zhen's eyebrows are light.

Although he did not have the ability to predict, from the attitude of Jiang Pengji 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 letter, he vaguely felt the truth.

Yang Si said, "what -- something happened to Beijiang horse farm?"

After that, his suspicious eyes fell on Wei Ci and suddenly remembered the pass that this guy had sold.

Everyone was deeply worried about the death of Princess Aina. They were afraid that the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang would use this excuse to attack the stormy Dongqing. Only Wei CI vowed, did not worry at all, and even held the attitude of watching a good play... Did he know it long ago?

Yang Si took the letter in Feng Zhen's hand and read it at a glance.

The more you look at it, the more puzzled Yang Siyue is.

"It only says that the northern Xinjiang horse farm is heavily guarded. There is no other news. Why do you conclude that something has happened to the horse farm? It may be that the northern Xinjiang plans to fight and increases the guard of the horse farm in order to prevent spies from the enemy. It should be noted that the horse farm is the lifeblood of Northern Xinjiang. Are you black hearted people who deliberately go to northern Xinjiang to add something to the feed of other people's war horses?"

Northern Xinjiang is too dependent on cavalry. The ratio of infantry to cavalry has reached 1:2 or even higher. I wish the whole army were cavalry.

Can cavalry be regarded as cavalry without powerful horses?

Northern Xinjiang horse farm is an important strategic material for the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang. Once there is a problem here, the combat effectiveness of the cavalry is almost abolished.

It's not that the cavalry have no ability to fight off the horse, but the cavalry in Northern Xinjiang prefer to fight on the horse. Without the war horse, the confrontation between the northern Xinjiang army and the Dongqing army will hardly have an advantage, and even put them at a disadvantage because of the Dongqing city.

It's not that Yang Si can't see the fishiness. He just can't believe such a coincidence in the world.

Not long ago, Northern Xinjiang wanted to sharpen its knife and kill Dongqing. Then there was an accident in the horse farm and there was a problem with the war horse. Isn't that funny?

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "Jingrong is joking. The northern Xinjiang horse farm is heavily guarded. If I have the ability to feed war horses, why don't I directly send someone to assassinate the northern Xinjiang king? This is just my guess. Whether it's true or false, just wait."

Yang Si frowned and remembered Wei Ci's previous attitude. He felt that it was not so simple.

Grasping the heart and scratching the lungs, Jiang Pengji and Wei CI are both of the same temperament. Their habit of selling off makes people want to beat her violently.

Yang SIPI smiled at the meat but didn't laugh. "Liu county magistrate is so confident that he wants to come to the North Xinjiang horse farm. Something really happened."

This letter has been circulated among the people.

They are more inclined to Yang Si's view. Northern Xinjiang's increased supervision of the horse farm may be to prevent spies from other countries.

As for the horse farm accident... How big is the possible performance?

I always thought it wouldn't be such a coincidence - the cavalry was abandoned when Beijiang was about to send troops south.

But there is no shortage of coincidence in the world.

The king of Northern Xinjiang angrily refused Wu Liba's proposal to kill the mare, and instead took a fluke that the veterinarian could curb the disease.

The results were good. Every day, the war horses died, and pregnant horses died one after another. The atmosphere of the imperial court in Northern Xinjiang was dignified day by day. It was previously said that the incubation period of this horse plague was related to the physical quality of the host, and pregnant horses and foals were the most susceptible to infection.

Naturally, pregnant horses and foals were the first to break out of horse plague in the horse farm.

Rao is rich and powerful in Northern Xinjiang these years. They were also frightened by this large-scale horse plague.

The horse farm is not only related to the lifeline of the army in Northern Xinjiang, but also related to their economic lifeline.

Every time a pregnant horse or foal is lost, their loss adds a heavy sum.

However, in half a month, the dead mare has reached a terrible 2500, and the foal has suffered heavy casualties.

At this time, the king of Northern Xinjiang could not hold on and chose to use the suggestion of "wise man" Wu Liba to slaughter the horses that had come into contact with the sick horses.

It's just, it's too late.

In addition to problems with horses in the horse farm, ordinary horses in herdsmen's homes also showed signs of disease.

After receiving this news, Rao is the king of Northern Xinjiang. He is used to seeing the wind and rain. At this time, he can't help being stunned in situ.

"Report -"

The house leak happened to rain at night, and the ship was late and caught the first wind.

There is no worst, only worse.

"King, I found a sick horse in the war horse stable!"

"What, what -"

The king of Northern Xinjiang looked shocked, clapped his hand on the table and got up. Unexpectedly, the action was too rapid, and the scene in front of him was unknown.

The ministers looked frightened and came forward one after another to borrow the king's decadent strong body.

If the horse plague only spreads in the horse farm, Northern Xinjiang can still cover up the news. It is the insects, mosquitoes and flies that carry the source of the disease. The people have not noticed that these small things are portable with the source of horse plague that makes people talk about changing color. Where can we prevent it?

When ordinary farm horses also found the same condition, the news could not be hidden.

Chongzhou borders on the northern border of Xinjiang. Liu she was the first to receive the news here.

"War horses... Mass death?"

Liu she was too frightened to speak.

The spy said, "yes, this news can't be concealed. The number of war horses that die every day is increasing. It is said that the sick war horses often die a narrow life. Sir, there are many war horses in Chongzhou. Should we take precautions?"

If the horse plague spread to Chongzhou, they could not even cry.

Northern Xinjiang occupies the horse farm of machaofengwo, raising countless war horses, but Dongqing's war horses come from Cangzhou.

Cangzhou is under Meng's control. I don't know what Meng's smoke is. In recent years, Cangzhou has frequently asked Liu she for trouble and competed with him.

In Dongqing, if you want a war horse, you can't offend Meng.

Therefore, Liu she who offended Meng couldn't get Cangzhou war horses. The war horses in Chongzhou came from northern Xinjiang.

If these precious war horses die, they will have to rely on two legs to fight in the future.

Liu she thought carefully, "naturally, you must not let the sick horse enter the country. This matter... Send a secret letter to Lanting."

A large number of war horses in Northern Xinjiang died of illness, which is a good thing for Dongqing.

Liu she is a pastor of Chongzhou. If Northern Xinjiang attacked Dongqing, Chongzhou would be the first to clean up. We can imagine how much pressure he has.

Now, with the blessing of her ancestors, blood mold fell in Northern Xinjiang. Liu she felt that she could not help laughing when she was under the quilt in the middle of the night.

Of course, the bad luck in Northern Xinjiang is over?

No - not yet!