1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 110【Mask】Subscribe
Everyone discussed for a while.

At this moment, the wrinkled expression suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he put his hand in front of his mouth, with a look of patience until his face turned red.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer, and coughed loudly: "Cough cough—cough cough!"

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

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

Rainy day said: "You may also be infected, please isolate yourself at home, and everyone of us should also pay attention. This may be the only way we can do."

"Oh, it would be great if the teacher was here." People sighed one after another.

The rainy day was silent for a moment: "Indeed, he is the teacher of all of us. But when the great chief is not around, we can't completely rely on his strength, and we should learn to face some problems alone."

"Okay, the meeting is adjourned. Everything is going according to the discussion just now... I hope we can get through this."

Under the will of Rainy Sky and others, Sleeping Bear City began martial law and isolation, and all those who were already sick or suspected of being sick were quarantined to curb the spread of the plague.

And as martial law and isolation were carried out, news about the plague spread rapidly.

Watching one person after another fall ill and be quarantined, people quickly realized that the plague was indeed coming.Fear and panic permeated the city.

The rainy day also announced the news directly, confirming that the plague has begun to spread, and at the same time calling on the tribe to reduce going out and stay at home as much as possible.

The army is also fully operational, undertaking all the compulsory links in the process of martial law and isolation, supervising the clansmen, and of course the prisoners who are reformed through labor.

Such a quick and forceful action, not to mention other Indians, is not inferior to the whites of the same generation.

After all, this is the only way to prevent and control the plague in this era. There is no other way but to isolate, and being able to isolate well is full marks.

Even in later generations, isolation is still the most important prevention and control measure.

However, although Sleeping Bear City's response was quite timely and in place, depression, panic and confusion inevitably spread.

Indians may be the most afraid of the plague. In their memory, the terrible encounters of their ancestors have long been distorted into legends about hell and demons.

The cold martial law and isolation are very effective in controlling the plague, but it is difficult to appease people's emotions.

More and more rumors are spreading in the city.

Some dormant careerists also started to act secretly.

A few days later.

Snow began to fall in the sky, adding a bit of white terror to this nightmarish winter.

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

"The vulture's dream has come true, haha, this is indeed the punishment of the Great Spirit!" Lu Shou was very excited when he heard the news, and several other people in the room were also smiling.

Grinding his bones and smoking a cigarette, he had a fairy-like expression on his face: "I've expected it a long time ago. Horse whistles and rainy days desecrate traditions, and sooner or later they will get their retribution."

Deer Hand said: "To the Whistle, this is punishment, but to us, it's a gift and a revelation - the Great Spirit clearly wants us to get the Apache back on track!"

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

Lushou: "We must first let the real shamans dance again. Mogu, you and your friends must bring back the tradition of dancing, so that the clansmen can use the power of dance to fight against the plague, just like our ancestors did. "

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

"Make the shaman great again!" Several old shamans said one after another.

"We not only need to summon the shaman, but also some soldiers." Shikato continued.

"Soldier..." Mo Gu mused.

A shaman said: "Now the horse post is not in the tribe, and the plague is spreading again. As far as I know, some soldiers are not as determined as before."

Lu Shou nodded: "That's right, this time I should be able to find some soldiers, even a senior commander. They have all fought side by side with me before."

"With shamans and soldiers, when the time is right, we can directly control the Hall of Chiefs and scalp the rainy day!" he said viciously.

"Yes, I scalped the rainy day!" The people in the room echoed.

The number of patients who died gradually increased.

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

However, the outbreak did not happen.

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

The "right time" that Shikazu and the others were looking forward to did not come, and instead waited for the horse whistle to come back.

When Horse Whistle returned to Sleeping Bear City, he saw at least two hundred soldiers scattered outside the city, including soldiers and militiamen.

"What's going on here?" Looking at the guards who were facing a formidable enemy, Du Wang couldn't help asking.

"Could it be that the Americans have been here?" Ma Whistle thought.

Soon they learn the truth.

"Great chief, you are finally back!" After seeing the horse whistle, the reaction of the guards could almost be described as tears of joy.

Ma Shuo looked at the soldiers who were in a somewhat abnormal state of mind, and asked quickly, "What happened?"

"Plague!" The guard explained, "Plague has broken out in the city, and hundreds of people have been infected with cough! Chief, drive away the plague god!"

Hearing that there was actually a plague, Ma Shao's expression also changed.

He hurried into the city and asked for a rainy day.

"Thank goodness, you're finally back!" This was the first thing he said when he saw Horse Whistle on a rainy day. He looked a little haggard, obviously under a lot of pressure recently.

"How is the epidemic situation? How many people were infected? How many people died?" Ma Shao asked one after another.

"Counting the prisoners, we have quarantined a total of 530 people, including those who are confirmed to be sick and those who are suspected to be sick." The rainy day reported like a few treasures. "The death toll is 28, and 41 people are seriously ill."

Horse whistle was stunned for a while.

"What's wrong?" Rain asked.

Horse Whistle shook his head: "It's nothing, you guys did a great job, better than I imagined."

This is indeed the case. If it is replaced by other Indian tribes, most of them will dance to the gods collectively, and the whites will not be much better.

Even in the 21st century, some people get together and shout Hallelujah after being infected with the plague.

Sleeping Bear City immediately adopted isolation measures, and also distinguished between confirmed and suspected cases, which was almost perfect.

Ma Shao asked himself, even if he handled the plague by himself, he could only do a little better.

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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(End of this chapter)