Early the next morning, Qiao Bo and Qiao San rode to Beiding City to mobilize troops.

Qiao Zhongguo had already given an order last night, asking Qiao Bo to take his men to the upper reaches of the Wuding River to break the source of the epidemic, and then station there!

Mo Yongsheng was captured, and Mo Qiandai must have also received the news by now.

It was the end of the year and there was continuous heavy snow, so the conditions were bad and a big battle was definitely not going to happen. If Mo Qiandai sent people to investigate upstream, perhaps there would be a small battle to be fought.

Qiao Zhongguo trusts Qiao Bo's abilities the most, so there will be no problem handing this matter over to him.

Qiao Zhongguo brought Qiao Diyi, Xiao Qianyue and many doctors to the city of Wuding.

Doctor Zou was standing next to Qiao Zhongguo, and behind him were eighty doctors, most of whom had volunteered to join the team along the way.

On the city wall, General Ren learned the news and walked in front of everyone despite his sick body.

"General Ren! It's me, Old Qiao!" Qiao Zhongguo shouted loudly.

"General Qiao, you...why did you come here? It's useless!"

General Ren leaned his upper body out of the city wall, screaming, his face looking frighteningly pale.

The moment he saw Qiao Zhongguo, General Ren was so ashamed that he had no face to show.

As the commander of Wuding Pass, he allowed the epidemic to wreak havoc here. If he could not abandon the people of Wuding and his 200,000 troops, he would have committed suicide to thank the world long ago!

Unfortunately, he is the emperor's uncle. He has failed in his duty to such an extent, and he deserves death!

How could Qiao Zhongguo not understand General Ren's feelings? As a fellow military general, he could empathize with him!

"General Ren, the source of the epidemic has been found. This is the conspiracy of the northern thief Mo Qiandai. It is a man-made disaster! I have captured Mo Qiandai's son Mo Yongsheng, and now I am rushing here with doctors to eliminate the epidemic and save the people!"

"General Ren is not to blame for this disaster! His Majesty also knows that you have been loyal and dedicated, and have never failed! Now just open the city gates, you and I will join hands, and with united will, we will surely defeat this epidemic!"

When Doctor Zou heard this, he looked at Qiao Zhongguo and took a step forward.

After all, he was old, and his voice could not be heard far away. But at this moment, he clenched his fists and raised his head, shouting with all his might:

"General Ren! All doctors, when summoned, will go regardless of their status or distance!"

"Now that Wuding is facing this difficult time, we have come here from all over the world, putting our lives aside, to save the people, to show our benevolence, and to fulfill our lifelong wish!"

"General Ren, please open the city gates. We doctors are kindhearted. Even if we are buried here, we will never regret it!"

Behind Doctor Zou, the doctors' blood boiled when they heard this, and they all raised their fists, "Yes! We will never regret our decision even if we die!"

General Ren stood at the foot of the city wall and couldn't help crying when he heard the doctors' shouts in unison.

For more than two months, he, the people in the city and the soldiers have been suffering. The dead are in misery, and the survivors are in unbearable pain!

Day after day, watching parents, relatives, children and close friends die in my arms is truly heartbreaking and I wish I could take their place!

In the north of the city, the fire of cremating corpses never stopped day and night. The smell was nauseating. He would never forget it in his life, nor dared to forget it.

Now...now I finally have hope and salvation...

"General Ren!"

Qiao Zhongguo raised his voice again, and this time there was a hint of moisture in his voice.

General Ren's throat was sore. He turned his head and nodded to the soldiers behind him, saying in a hoarse voice: "Open the city gate!"

The voice came down layer by layer: "Open the city gate——"

The city gate of Wuding was finally opened. At this moment, there was despair inside the gate and hope outside the gate.

Qiao Zhongguo led everyone forward, and the doctors behind him covered their faces with scarves. Only by trying their best to protect themselves could they better rescue others.

Soon, as the door opened, the scene inside came into view. Everyone paused and their eyes instantly became red.

It snowed heavily last night, and the main road in the city was covered in white.

But even so, it could not hide the white banners and paper money all over the ground. Wherever you look, the whole city is in white, as quiet as a dead city.

"General Joe!"

The cheeks of the soldiers guarding the city were all red, and it was obvious that they had also been infected with the disease. At this time, they all covered their mouths and stepped back.

Qiao Zhongguo was deeply saddened upon seeing this. He quickly walked forward and hugged the nearest young man.

The soldier trembled violently and was about to kneel down in fear, but Qiao Zhongguo held him up.

"Don't be afraid, we are late..."

Qiao Zhongguo choked up and was heartbroken.

As soon as these words were spoken, the doors that were originally closed on both sides of the road were gently pushed open.

Someone timidly stuck his head out, his face covered with acne and coughing incessantly.

Suddenly, an old man pushed the door open and walked out. He staggered and fell in the snow, but used his hands and feet to crawl towards Qiao Zhongguo.

He raised his head and cried out in panic: "General Qiao! It's really General Qiao!"

In Wuding City, almost all the older people know Qiao Zhongguo.

When Wuding City was breached and the people were about to be massacred, it was Qiao Zhongguo who led his troops to attack and saved everyone's lives.

Therefore, all the eyewitnesses of the Wuding massacre remember this god-like face.

Seeing this, Qiao Zhongguo hurried forward, bent down and helped the old man up.

The old man burst into tears, tightly grasped Qiao Zhongguo's hand, and cried out: "General Qiao! Why didn't I die?"

"My son, my daughter-in-law, my dear grandson, General Qiao, my dear grandson who just learned to call me daddy! They are all gone! They are all gone!"

The old man was trembling all over. Suddenly he raised his hand and beat his chest, each time heavier than the last.

"General Qiao, I don't understand. We are honest and simple, and we don't fight back. How could we have provoked such a punishment from heaven? We are going to suffer a hundred kinds of pain and be in agony!"

"Did I...did I commit some unforgivable sin that killed my darling grandson?"

The old man suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself in the face. Qiao Zhongguo grabbed his wrist, tears already rolling down his face.

When you lose all your loved ones, living feels more like a punishment.

When the people around saw this, they felt the same way and burst into tears, calling out the names of their loved ones.

General Ren staggered down from the city wall. Seeing everyone crying, he seemed to have all the strength drained from his body and stood there unable to move.

At this time, more and more people gathered on the main path. They were hunched over by the disease and pain, and were waiting for "liberation" with numb expressions.

When Xiao Qianyue saw this, she raised her hand and covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Qiao Zhongguo helped the old man in front of him up, looked around, and his eyes were already red.

He knew that everyone needed a reason to live.

He held back his tears and turned to look at Qiao Diyi.

Qiao Diyi was already in tears. When he met his father's eyes, he pushed the dazed Mo Yongsheng out with hatred in his heart.

Qiao Zhongguo walked to Mo Yongsheng's side, took a breath and raised his voice in front of everyone:

"It's not a punishment from heaven! It's a man-made disaster!"

"The people of Wuding and the soldiers have defended the northern border with such loyalty and righteousness. How can the heaven punish us?"

"An epidemic broke out suddenly. I have already found out that this was a trick of the northern bandit Mo Qiandai. He poisoned the Wuding River and did this unscrupulous thing in order to invade our territory and disturb our people's hearts!"

"This hatred is irreconcilable. I, Qiao Zhongguo, swear here that I will take Mo Qiandai's head and offer a blood sacrifice to the people and soldiers who died in Wuding!"

"This person is Mo Qiandai's son, Mo Yongsheng!"

"I will bring a doctor to Wuding today, and use this boy's blood to warm your cold hearts!"

"I dare not forget the hatred for my country and my family. I ask you to try your best to survive and see me, Qiao Zhongguo, fulfill my promise and take Mo Qiandai's life!"

Having said this, Qiao Zhongguo drew out the long sword from his waist and swung it swiftly!

The hot blood spurted out and landed on the snow, bright and eye-catching.

Mo Yongsheng's head rolled to the old man's feet.

The old man looked at the head in front of him that had not yet closed its eyes, and his whole body trembled and his face flushed.

He was not afraid, but was overwhelmed with excitement. At this moment, his heart, which was numb enough to want to die day and night, finally started beating!

It’s not a punishment from heaven, it’s a man-made disaster!

He can't die!

He wants to avenge his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren, and demand his life from the northern bandits!

The next moment, people from the street rushed in, shouting "Northern bandits", and the dead silent Wuding City finally came alive!

Seeing this, Qiao Zhongguo turned his head and looked at General Ren not far away.

General Ren slowly shed tears and nodded gratefully to Qiao Zhongguo.

Wuding’s dilemma—finally saw a turning point!