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Chapter five hundred and fifteen.

This victory was the most tragic victory in Dongjiang. If you win, you were in a panic, and from Wula City in Jilin to the frontier Liaodong wall to the newly captured Kaiyuan Tieling, all the Dongjiang fortresses along the way were martial law. No one was allowed to go out easily, and he was nervous and had to defend on the spot if he had lost the battle.

Moreover, for the first time, the strictest major personal hygiene reform in Dongjiang was implemented.

On the banks of the Songhua River, there are several huge houses built with wood and cement. Two huge chimneys are built with smoke and dust. If you look at it from a distance, you will think it is an ironworks and steelworks. In fact, this thing is a huge bathhouse that can provide bathing for 200,000 troops in the Dongjiang River, two civil and military squads of the Li Dynasty troops, and Japanese warriors Daming.

The north is not as frequent as the south. It is normal to take a bath every seven days or half a month. Especially when you are a soldier, it is not uncommon not to take a bath for one or two months after fighting. But suddenly, Mao Zheng Ye was like a cleansing obsession. The entire army required that no one had to take a bath at least once every three days.

It’s actually nothing to take a bath. The hot water makes the skin red, and it’s comfortable to go out in a circle. Some soldiers even became addicted to washing. After many years, the war ended, and the city of Wula in Jilin was also developed. Many veterans came back here and opened a large bathing city to recall the feelings of the war back then.

But the problem is that you have to wash your clothes after taking a shower. Just look at the huge water room full of men rubbing their military uniforms with washboards. The clothes were endless. In some military words, I was almost washed into a sissy.

That's fine, what these soldiers couldn't bear the most was that they had to shave their heads!

The concept that the body and hair cannot be damaged by parents is deeply rooted in people's hearts. In ancient criminal law, there was also the punishment of hair, which was to shave people's hair. Even Cao Cao had cut his hair back then. In history, the Qing dynasty's shaving and changing clothes made a fuss in Jiangnan, the importance of hair can be seen.

However, the biggest source of infection of the Black Death is the blood-sucking insects such as lice fleas. These things are sucking blood from mice and then running to humans. They are most likely to cross-infection. The long hair it has accumulated is the best breeding ground for these things. Now, unlike later generations, the little girl has dyed her head and permed it for nothing. Even if there are lice, she will die of medicine. Even the parasites on the head in the 1970s have not been completely destroyed.

I remember when I was a child, the elders often muttered that they had to use extremely dense combs to comb their hair after washing their hair so that they could drive out these disgusting little bugs.

Mao Jue was authorized to Sun Chuanting to fight the plague. After all, Lao Sun was a former bureaucrat. He had a one-size-fits-all approach to everything he did. He directly ordered the entire army to shave his hair, which caused a considerable rebound.

Even in front of Mao Jue's headquarters, there were soldiers lined up to protest.

Of course, these guys did not dare to make a mutiny. The protests were all kneeling in a row. There were even senior officers "participated" in it. Shen Rong, Wen Meng, and Liu Chong, several generals who started their careers were also kneeling there with stiff faces. They were almost crazy by protests from their subordinates these days.

"We want to see Mr. General!"

"Master Jiang, I am innocent, why do you want to shave your hair?"

Just as the noise was about to come out, Mao Jue finally came out, just like Farewell My Concubine. His head was covered with hair and a commanding knife was even placed on his neck.

Is this a performance over? Liu Chong and Wen Meng were so shocked. They rolled and crawled over and kept kowtowing.

"Master Jiang, what are you doing!"

"Master General, the body of a thousand gold, put down the knife!"

"ah!!!"

Of course, Mao Jue would not be unable to think about it and stabbed himself in the neck. He grabbed his messy hair and learned from Cao Cao's hair cutting to take over his head. He shaved Moganxi for himself. Seeing Mao Jue's hand, the sergeants protesting below were stunned.

In fact, Mao Jue had long disliked this hair growth. Later generations had a habit of leaving a small flat head, and only then did he realize that it was not easy for those girls with long hair. They were so hot that they bite to death in summer. They were still heavy and not airtight. They felt uncomfortable when they didn't have a show for two days. They might even get stuck if they had nothing to do. But of course Mao Jue could not show it. In the daze of the soldiers, he sang a long song with "a painful face".

"Brothers, my body and hair are my parents! I will also know that you are suffering, but I will be even more painful, because I will want to go back to see my father alive, and I will also want to bring you back to see your wife, children, and children. I will not want to bring back with you with cold urns!!!"

"Those damn Jiannu used witchcraft to poison us, and recruited plagues to poison us. Tens of thousands of people have died in the past few days! Hair is an extension of the soul of man. I really had no choice but to come up with this way to cut hair and break the plague!"

"Cut off your hair, you go back alive, get infected with the plague, you are coldly carried back! Let your relatives cry, who is unfilial?"

Mao Jue didn't talk nonsense. Tens of thousands of people have died in the past few days, but most of them are vassal state troops, especially those who have cleaned up the bodies. Six or seven out of ten have had the Black Death. It can be seen that the plague is really lurking around. Listening to Mao Jue's roaring with emotion, hundreds of soldiers who came to protest couldn't help but lower their heads.

At this time, several heavyweight actors came on stage. Wen Meng was fake and could not be fake anymore. I don’t know where to pull out a big scissor from, and then shouted with tears.

"I've shaved my hair! Why are we subordinates pretending to be pretentious? Our Lao Wen also wants to go back to see our wife and children. Lao Wen has shaved it!"

With the sound of scissors, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop. Following Shen Rong, Liu Chong naturally did not fall behind. He depressed the scissors prepared by Wen Meng. They also cut off their hair with a saber.

Ancient sages also said that they should not worry about being weak but not being equal! Mao Jue and Wen Meng, the commanders of the commander of the army, took the lead in shaving their heads, and what else can be said for those who are in the army below?

"I didn't say anything! Mr. Jiang has done this for us! He will be heartbroken if he makes trouble again! Brothers, I, Xu Dazhuang, have shaved my head! Look!"

Click~

"And I, Liu Neng!"

Click~

As I spoke, my hair was covered with layers of messy hair and snowflakes drifted down like peeling the scalp.

This day was the day of shaving in Dongjiang. The news of Mao Jue's hair shaving spread throughout the army. The soldiers who cut corners a few days ago and refused to shave immediately followed the ups and downs. The shaved hair was held a grand ceremony and burned it in the middle of the camp. Even if they were washed so personally, there were still many lice and fleas that were not cleaned up. When they burned, they wanted to escape, and then they were squirted by the fire.

Seeing this, Sun Chuanting finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the old guy immediately untied his hairpin with a heart-wrenching heart. With a cruel heart, his gray hair was cut off and thrown into the fire.

Inadvertently, Mao Jue also gave birth to an emerging industry, the barber barber industry that should have only flourished in the Qing Dynasty! The cut with a knife is as uneven as weeds, and the ugliness of the soldiers are naturally unwilling to do so. Anyway, there are many iron tools in Dongjiang, so when they go back, they find comrades to repair each other and make a flat head. However, this short hair is also addictive, especially when it is hot in summer, which is too light! Over time, shaving a head has become a habit. Anyway, the general said that this is called "Go to the Plague God!"

The Dongjiang Legion accounts for one-tenth to fifteen percent of the total population. Such a huge audience has passed on the habit of shaving hair to the people. A series of emerging barber shops in Dongjiang Town have emerged like mushrooms after a rain.

However, Mao Jue did not expect this business opportunity. In his central army tent, a large mirror stood on the table. Adrena took a small scissor and cut it. A standard Zhang Dafo-skinned hair suddenly appeared. Looking at himself in the mirror, Mao Jue shook his head.

"It's still so comfortable!"

"Master, it's too hot! I want to..."

"no!"

The girl with long hair looks good, and Mao Jue's double standards are instantly revealed. Before Adrena finished speaking, his voice suddenly became more and more graceful, which made the foreign girl feel depressed.

He was so angry that he bit the little tiger's teeth. Suddenly, the girl's eyes rolled around like a vixen, and the scissors in her hand suddenly clicked again. In the entire tent, Mao Jiang's scream immediately sounded.

"My bangs!!!"

…………

In the care of the great official Mao, the Dongjiang army suffered a surprisingly few losses in a plague. The number of deaths caused by the Black Death was less than one percent of the entire army, and there were only four or five hundred unlucky ones. However, this was limited to the Dongjiang army bathing and drinking the bitter medicine every day, and the vassal troops that accompanied them were not so lucky.

The Japanese were better. The moon they kept was short and they did not have lice. More than 40,000 people had only five or six thousand people who were greedy for cheap to pick up the wealth of the dead. However, the Korean troops of the Li family were seriously injured. In more than two months, they died of more than 10,000 deaths, and only a few thousand were left in the 20,000 troops, which forced Li Shanhai and a group of Li Chao officers to even hide in Mao Jue's camp. It can be seen that the black death was tragic.

On the other side, even if Mao Jue did not deliberately spread it, in Shengjing, Qing Dynasty, the traveling mice and fleas also brought the plague, and the claws of the Black Death were also cruelly stretched out in the Shenyang and Liaoyang area.

However, compared to Mao Jue's warmth, Huang Taiji's method of returning to Shengjing was much crueler first. An area was directly vacant in the city. Once a person in the civilian army had an illness, he would be arrested and locked up inside and let him die. Isolation alleviated the epidemic to a certain extent.

However, the other side was not so lucky. Although I don’t know why the butchers in Dongjiang suddenly felt kind and let them go, they were just like running for life. The remaining tens of thousands of old and weak tribes still drove away their few sheep and fled to the south of the Mo. There, Zaisang from the Sunit tribe had been waiting there like a greedy hungry wolf. Women and children were wealth, and the sheep and horses were tangible food. All the strong men and nobles from other tribes died, which was convenient for him to accept. Without any hesitation, he took these tens of thousands of tribes under his command.

Nowadays, most of the Tumote, Korqin, Kalaqin and other parts have been severely damaged and even disappeared. On the grassland, it seemed that it was his turn to spring in the Sunit tribe. The 400,000 lords of the desert and the outstanding status of the ancestor Yesian Taishi seemed to be waved to him, but Zaisang, who was overjoyed, had no idea. Behind the hundreds of thousands of Mongolian tribes there, there was Song Xiance's cunning and cruel eyes.
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