Chapter 1180: Yishang's Serious Illness

This cold wave came very suddenly and fiercely; no one had expected it. Changle was on the road, thinking everything was as usual, and was continuing the search.

As a result, in the middle of the night, he was awakened by the shouting of the Soldiers outside.

However, he was much better off than Yishang; just as he stepped out of the Tent, a large fur robe was draped over him.

"Prince! A great wind has risen, and it is still snowing! There are too many trees here; the trees might snap, which is a bit dangerous. We have already found a more open spot ahead, and we are taking you there now to set up camp!"

Changle squinted his eyes, trying his best to see clearly, but the strong wind carried snow and leaves, lashing against his face, which was exceptionally painful.

It was pitch black, and he could barely see anything. The surrounding trees were still howling, rustling as they were blown, making one feel fear from the bottom of their heart.

"Alright, hurry and take us over there. Can everyone move over?"

"Prince! Everyone can move over. Some people have already stayed there to clear the area and are still preparing firewood!"

The wind was extremely strong, and the sound was blown away as soon as it came out, so they had to roar to speak.

Changle, who had been fast asleep, had completely lost all sleepiness after being awakened in the middle of the night like this, because compared to sleeping, his own life and the lives of the Soldiers were the most important.

"Go find another robe for Ayuduo, it is too cold!"

"Very well, Prince, it has already been prepared!"

In the middle of the pitch-black night, apart from the bonfire being torn into a fire-flag by the wind and the Glass lanterns held by the Soldiers, which could bring a little light, everything else was dark. Looking up, one could not see a single glimmer of light, just as if they had fallen into a mountain cave.

Ayuduo slowly crawled out from the bedding, and Changle hurriedly draped the robe over her, then the Soldiers naturally took care of packing up the Tent for them.

Braving the wind and snow, they walked for quite a while before arriving at that relatively open place, which was also sheltered from the wind, making it warmer and more comfortable.

The Soldiers hurriedly set up the Tent for Changle, and at the same time dug a pit in the ground, then used stones to build up the surroundings, so that the bonfire could be protected and kept from being blown out by the wind.

Changle was still dazed, but fortunately, the other Soldiers still understood what they should do, hurriedly getting everything done in the dark night and protecting the Prince well.

One thing that was easier for them was that they did not bring cattle, so they did not need to worry about the problem of cattle; they only needed to protect themselves.

Firewood and such were all prepared, and then the fire was stoked; Changle did not need to arrange anything, as they already knew what to do themselves.

Changle returned to the Tent to sleep, listening to the howling cold wind outside, feeling a little panicked in his heart. The Tent was also pulled very tight, but fortunately, their Tent was sturdy enough, so there was no need to worry about that.

After sleeping again for a long time, Changle suddenly woke up in a fright: What about Yishang!

By the afternoon, Yishang had shown slight improvement and was not as uncomfortable, and could even eat a little food, but the temperature was still very low, the snow was still falling, and the wind was still blowing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Yishang come out.

"General Yishang, do you feel better now?"

Yishang felt that he did not have much strength to speak, but he was not as uncomfortable as before, so he opened his mouth to comfort everyone: "I have no problem now. Bring me some food; I will eat a little more and be fine. Once I am full, I will have strength."

"Very well, General!"

Everyone felt that Yishang's voice was very weak, but as long as the General could eat, then there was no problem.

Yishang roasted by the fire, but still felt his body was very cold, cold enough to make him shiver. Holding the bowl in his hands, he felt it was warm, but this temperature could not reach the inside of his body and could only stay on his hands.

Roasting by the fire could only make his face feel a little warmer; his body was freezing.

After drinking the porridge, Yishang insisted on arranging tasks with everyone again, and at the same time reassured them: "Everyone, just stay here for these few days. Whether we go to the gathering or not, it is impossible to determine now; we still have to wait and see.

If this snow can stop immediately, and if the weather can get a little warmer, then we will go to the gathering.

If the snow does not stop, and the temperature does not go up, we might not be able to go to the gathering. Let's try to hurry home."

Everyone nodded, then hurriedly sent Yishang into the Tent. However, after Yishang entered the Tent, although he had already slept for a very, very long time, as soon as he lay down, he still wanted to sleep very much, and then immediately fell asleep again.

By the evening, Yishang felt his symptoms had worsened a bit; the improvement at noon was just an illusion, and he was so uncomfortable that he could no longer even leave the Tent.

His whole body ached, he had no strength at all, and he felt dizzy. Only then did Yishang truly feel that his illness might be a bit serious, but he thought that the doctor had no good way to cure it, and there was no medicine.

He had no appetite now and was freezing to death, so he decided not to leave the Tent, and thus he wrapped himself in the fur quilt and continued to lie down.

In the evening, the Soldiers noticed that Yishang had not come out, but thinking that Yishang had come out to eat at noon and was in good spirits, there should be no problem, so they did not go to call him.

When Changle woke up the next morning and looked, the outside was already a vast expanse of white, but the snow was still falling. This was a leeward slope; although he could hear the sound of the wind howling, fortunately, he could not feel much wind here, making it slightly more comfortable.

He got up quite early, and the Soldiers had already set up the triangular Tent that blocked the wind and snow, but it was very small. After all, they were out temporarily, did not have such sufficient preparations, and had not planned to stay outside for too long.

Snow was already being boiled in the pot; the snow was very white, and as soon as it melted, it was clean water. When the water was warm, they hurriedly brought it over and served Changle and Ayuduo as they washed up.

Only after the two of them finished washing could the other Soldiers continue, and then go to boil breakfast.

Changle knew what the situation was now, because only these few of them knew what the world they lived in was like. Those children could not accept such theories for the time being, so he would not tell them.

These older people could basically be equated to illiterates, or rather, they were illiterates; they only recognized one, two, or three, because that was counted out.

The cold Menggu—Siberian High, the time it launches every year is not fixed, and its power is not fixed, just like the Subtropical High from the Taipingyang, which is not that emotionally stable every year.

Anyway, it is like the period of Earth; generally speaking, it is punctual, but occasionally it will be early, and occasionally it will be delayed for a few days.

Most of the time, the volume is normal, but sometimes, the volume is on the low side, or even a hemorrhage.

If the volume is low and the power is small, the influence of the Subtropical High is that coastal areas have no big problems, but the inland is bound to be drought-stricken; the ocean atmosphere that brings summer precipitation has already dried up completely after traveling only a little distance.

If the period hemorrhages, then it is even worse; from coastal to inland cities, there is a massive flood, with one place flooding after another. That is to say, in later generations, disaster relief and flood discharge capabilities were greatly improved; otherwise, wherever there was a flood, there would be corpses everywhere.

Just think, in the past twenty years, how many cities have had floods, big and small, it is hard to count.