Chapter 109: [Mask]

Everyone discussed it for a while.

At this moment, Wrinkles' expression suddenly looked a little uncomfortable. He put his hands in front of his mouth, looking patient, until his face turned red.

He finally couldn't hold it back any longer and started to cough: "Cough cough - cough cough cough!"

When he coughed, everyone fell silent and looked at him.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Wrinkles explained quickly, and then couldn't help coughing again, "Cough cough cough, cough cough cough——"

Rainy Day said: "You may also be infected, so isolate yourself at home. We all need to pay attention. This may be the only way we can do."

"Oh, it would be great if the teacher were here." People sighed.

Rainy Day was silent for a moment: "Indeed, he is a teacher to all of us. But the Great Chief is not here sometimes, and we cannot completely rely on his strength. We should also learn to face some problems alone."

"Alright, adjourn the meeting. Let's proceed as we just discussed... I hope we can get through this."

Under the will of Rainy Day and others, Mianxiong City began martial law and quarantine, isolating all those who were already sick or suspected of being sick in order to curb the spread of the plague.

As martial law and quarantine progressed, news about the plague spread rapidly.

Seeing one person after another fall ill and be quarantined, people soon realized that the plague had indeed arrived. Fear and panic spread throughout the city.

Rainy Day also announced the news directly, confirming that the plague had begun to spread, and at the same time called on the tribesmen to reduce going out and stay at home as much as possible.

The army also became fully operational, taking on all compulsory aspects of the martial law and isolation process, supervising the tribesmen and, of course, the prisoners undergoing labor reform.

Such swift and powerful actions were in no way inferior to those of other Indians, not to mention those of white people of the same period.

After all, this is how plague prevention works in this era. There is no other way except isolation, and being able to do a good job of isolation is a perfect score.

Even in later generations, isolation remains the main prevention and control measure.

However, although the response of Sleeping Bear City was quite timely and adequate, depression, panic and chaos inevitably spread.

Indians may be the people who fear the plague the most. In their memories, the terrible experiences of their ancestors have long been distorted into various legends about hell and demons.

Cold martial law and isolation are effective in controlling the plague, but they are difficult to calm people's emotions.

More and more rumors spread in the city.

Some dormant ambitious people also began to act secretly.

A few days later.

Snow started falling from the sky, adding a bit of white horror to this nightmarish winter.

Almost at the same time, news of the first death came from the quarantine area; someone died of illness.

"Vulture's dream has come true. Haha, this is indeed the punishment from the Great Spirit!" Deer Hand was very excited when he heard the news, and the other people in the room also smiled.

Mo Gu sucked on a cigarette with an expression like an immortal: "I expected it a long time ago. The horse whistle and the rainy day blasphemy against tradition will sooner or later get retribution."

Deer Hand said: "For Horse Whistle, this is a punishment, but for us, it is a gift and revelation - the Great Spirit obviously wants us to bring the Apache back on track!"

"What are you going to do?" asked Mo Gu.

Deer Hand: "We must first let the real shamans dance again. Grindbone, you and your friends must bring back the tradition of dance, and let the people use the power of dance to fight the plague, just like our ancestors did."

Mo Gu nodded and said, "Indeed, dance is the real medical skill. My father survived the plague because he insisted on dancing. It can be said that without dance, there would be no me. I will definitely restore the glory of this tradition."

"Let shamans be great again!" said several old shamans.

"We need to summon not only the shamans, but also some soldiers." Deer Hand continued.

"Soldier..." Mo Gu murmured.

A shaman said: "Now that Ma Shao is no longer in the tribe and the plague is spreading, from what I have heard, some soldiers are not as determined as before."

Deer Hand nodded: "Yes, this time I should be able to find some soldiers, even a squad leader, who have fought alongside me before."

"With the shamans and soldiers, at the right time, we can directly control the chief's hall and scalp Rainy Day!" he said viciously.

"Yes, cut off the scalp for rainy days!" people in the room responded.

The number of patients dying is gradually increasing.

One person, three people, ten people...more and more bad news came out from the quarantine area.

However, the outbreak did not occur.

After the death toll reached ten, the number of new patients and new deaths began to decline slowly.

The "right opportunity" that Lu Shou and others had been expecting did not come, but instead they waited for Ma Shao to come back.

When Ma Shao returned to Mianxiong City, the first thing he saw was at least two hundred warriors, including soldiers and militiamen, scattered outside the city.

"What's going on?" Du Tiao couldn't help but say as he looked at the guards who were facing a serious enemy.

"Have the Americans been here?" Ma Shao thought.

Soon they learned the truth.

"Great Chief, you're finally back!" After seeing Ma Shao, the guards' reaction could almost be described as crying with joy.

Ma Shao looked at the soldiers whose mental states were a little abnormal and asked quickly: "What happened?"

"Plague!" the guard explained. "There's a plague in the city, and hundreds of people have been infected with the cough! Chief, please drive the plague away!"

Upon hearing that a plague had occurred, Ma Shao's expression changed.

He hurried into the city and asked Rainy Day for advice.

"Thank God, you're finally back!" This was the first sentence I said when I saw Ma Shao on a rainy day. He looked a little haggard, and obviously he had been under a lot of pressure recently.

"What's the situation with the epidemic? How many people are infected? How many people have died?" Ma Shao asked successively.

"Including the prisoners, we have a total of 530 people in quarantine, including those confirmed to be sick and those suspected to be sick." Rainy Day reported in detail, "The death toll is 28, and 41 are seriously ill."

Ma Shao was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Rainy Day asked.

Ma Shao shook his head: "Nothing, you did a great job, better than I thought."

That's true. If it were any other Indian tribe, they would probably be performing a collective shaman dance, and the white people would not be much better.

Even in the 21st century, some people who were infected with the plague gathered together and shouted Hallelujah.

Mianxiong City took isolation measures at the first opportunity and also distinguished between confirmed and suspected cases, which was an almost perfect performance.

Ma Shao asked himself that even if he were to handle the plague himself, he could only do a slightly better job.

The so-called slightly better, of course, refers to the most common tool in epidemic prevention and control in later generations - masks.

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