Three Kingdoms: Domination of the World

More than a month.

Like a surging tide, the seven armies advanced with thunderous force upon the seven provinces. The mighty procession, with its fluttering flags and gleaming armor, resembled a torrent of steel.

These seven armies totaled 1.4 million men, raising clouds of dust wherever they went. Their imposing presence was terrifying and chilling. When the news reached the capital, Emperor Chongzhen was terrified and had nightmares.

Late at night, Zhu Youjian was lying in bed when he suddenly started shaking all over and sweating profusely. He had been having trouble sleeping these days.

"No, I don't want to be hanged!" Emperor Chongzhen suddenly woke up, his eyes wide open, filled with fear and despair. He clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, his body trembling constantly, and he screamed hysterically.

"Your Majesty! I am right beside you." Empress Zhou heard Zhu Youjian's cry and hurriedly got up and came to the dragon bed. She gently held Zhu Youjian's hand, trying to give him some comfort.

Zhu Youjian turned his head and took a closer look at Empress Zhou. Some rationality gradually returned to his eyes.

"Wang Chengen! Are all the ministers here?" he asked anxiously. An hour ago, he issued an imperial decree for an emergency court meeting.

"Your Majesty, all the ministers have arrived." Wang Chengen hurried forward, bowed slightly, and replied.

During this period, Li Cunxiao's army snowballed to 200,000 men, a force to be reckoned with. His army swept through the Qin and Jin regions with unstoppable force.

Countless people in Qin and Jin suffered from starvation. Hearing that they could have enough food if they joined the rebel army, they eagerly waited, their eyes filled with longing and anticipation. They awaited the arrival of the rebels daily, as if it were their only hope for survival. Many villagers traveled hundreds of miles to join the rebels in advance.

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The atmosphere in the court was solemn. Hong Chengchou frowned, his expression worried. He took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said anxiously:

"Your Majesty, now that 600,000 rebels are besieging Northern Zhili, the situation is critical. We must make plans early."

Zhu Youjian sat on the dragon throne, his face gloomy, his eyes revealing anxiety and uneasiness. He tilted his head slightly, looked at Hong Chengchou, and asked:

"I wonder what good plan Lord Hong has?"

Hong Chengchou straightened up, thought for a moment and said:

"Let's negotiate to stabilize the rebels first, and then wait for the troops to come to support the king." There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if this was the only feasible solution at the moment.

At this time, Wen Tiren stood up, his expression anxious, and he said with a cupped hand:

"Your Majesty, peace talks are not feasible. We should move to Zhongdu Fengyang as soon as possible. It is the birthplace of Taizu." His tone was firm, and he seemed to be full of confidence in moving the capital.

With the army approaching, Emperor Chongzhen was caught in a dilemma. He lowered his head slightly, tightly gripping the armrests of the dragon throne with both hands, a conflicted look on his face.

Seeing this, Sun Chuanting strode forward, his eyes determined, and his tone excitedly said:

"Your Majesty, we absolutely cannot move the capital. Our army still has the strength to fight, and General Gan's army will arrive soon."

Sun Chuanting had 25 elite troops under his command, and soldiers had come to the capital to support the king. Soon, Gan Liangchen's elite troops would also return to the capital to provide support, bringing the total to , enough to fight.

Emperor Chongzhen sent an envoy to negotiate peace, led by Hong Chengchou. In the peace letter, Zhu Youjian acknowledged Suo Chao's status as King of Wu and hoped that the two armies could cease fighting and make peace.

After a great disaster, there will always be a great epidemic. At this time, the North has been invaded by the plague, and the people are in panic. In the rebel camp, the atmosphere is solemn.

Liu Zongmin came hurriedly, looking anxious. He quickly walked up to Suo Chao, knelt on one knee, and said with a bow:

"Greetings, King Wu! Many soldiers in the military camp have fallen ill recently. I hope Your Majesty can make a decision as soon as possible." His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

Song Xiance, who was standing by, also stepped forward quickly, bowed slightly, and said solemnly:

"Yes, Your Majesty. Many people in the city have also fallen ill." His eyes revealed his concern for the people.

Suo Chao's heart tightened after hearing their words. He then decided to personally diagnose the illness. Many generals tried to stop the King of Wu's risky move, but were ultimately impressed by his miraculous medical skills.

Suo Chao approached the sick soldiers and civilians, carefully observing their symptoms and inquiring about their condition. After a thorough diagnosis, he confirmed that it was plague, an infectious disease that plagued the early days of the People's Republic of China.

Suo Chao's expression was focused and solemn as he busily moved through the pharmacy, carefully selecting various herbs. All of them had been nourished by the spiritual energy of World A and exuded a unique luster.

Suo Chao would occasionally pick up a herb and sniff it, or gently stroke the leaves with his fingers to judge its quality. Then, he would expertly combine and weigh the herbs, placing them in a medicine pot and meticulously preparing a decoction to treat the plague.

"The patient must be properly placed!" Suo Chao's expression was firm as he directed everyone to lift the patient onto the stretcher with careful movements, as if he was carrying an invaluable treasure in his hands.

"Little girl, don't be afraid. As long as you cooperate, you will recover soon." A doctor in charge of isolation had a kind face. He gently patted the little girl's shoulder to comfort her.

"Really? Big brother." The little girl stared at the young doctor with twinkling eyes and said in a low voice.

"Of course, the big brother who made the miracle medicine is a miracle doctor." said another doctor.

The little girl looked at Suo Chao with admiration, and Suo Chao smiled in response. In various towns, plague prevention efforts were being carried out in an orderly manner.

"Everyone, work hard to clean up our homes and prevent the plague from taking advantage." An elderly man stood in the crowd. His face was covered with wrinkles, but at this moment, he exuded a determined light.

"You must wash your hands frequently and keep your body clean to avoid getting sick." A mother held her child's hand, squatted down, and looked into the child's eyes tenderly. The child nodded seriously, a hint of understanding in his eyes.

Northland.

A vigorous campaign to eradicate rats and fleas was underway. Armed with various tools—brooms, shovels, mousetraps—people meticulously searched houses and streets for any trace of rats and fleas. Their actions were swift and decisive, leaving no corner untouched.

Soon, the terrible epidemic was brought under control, and people's faces gradually showed smiles of relief after surviving the disaster. Suo Chao stood up, breathed a sigh of relief, and his face also showed a look of relief.

"Fortunately, it's still only the early stages of the plague. If it continues for another two years, the consequences will be disastrous." His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fear.