1840Indian rebirth

Everyone discussed for a while.

At this moment, Wrinkle's expression suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He put his hand in front of his mouth, looking patient, until his face turned red.

He finally couldn't hold it in anymore and coughed loudly: "Cough cough - cough cough cough!"

As soon as he coughed, everyone fell silent and looked at him.

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

Yutian said: "You may also be infected, so you should isolate yourself at home. We all should also pay attention. This may be the only way we can do it."

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

There was a moment of silence on the rainy day: "Indeed, he is the teacher of all of us. But there are always times when the chief is not around, and we cannot rely entirely on his strength. We should also learn to face some problems alone."

"Okay, let's adjourn the meeting. Everything will proceed as discussed just now. I hope we can get through this."

In the following days, under the will of Rainy Day and others, Mianxiong City began martial law and isolation, isolating all those who were sick or suspected of being sick to curb the spread of the plague.

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

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

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

At the same time, the army was fully operational, taking on all the mandatory aspects of martial law and isolation, and supervising the tribesmen and prisoners undergoing labor reform.

During this plague, Sleeping Bear City showed strong mobilization and organizational capabilities, not only compared with other Indians, but also compared with white people of the same era.

After all, this is the extent of plague prevention and control in this era. There is no other way except isolation. Being able to do a good job in isolation is a perfect score.

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

Although Bear City's response was timely and in place, depression, panic and chaos inevitably spread.

Indians may be the most afraid of plagues. The terrible experiences of their ancestors have long been distorted into legends about hell and demons in their memories.

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

More and more rumors are spreading in the city.

Some dormant careerists also secretly started taking action.

A few days later.

Snow has fallen in the sky, adding a bit of white terror to this nightmare winter.

Just as the snowflakes were falling, news of the first death came out in the quarantine area. Someone died of illness.

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

Grinding his bones and puffing on his cigarette, he said with a fairy-like expression: "I have expected it. Horse whistles and rainy days that blaspheme tradition will get retribution sooner or later."

Lushou said: "For Ma Shao, this is punishment, but for us, it is a gift. The Great Spirit obviously hopes that we will bring Apache back on track!"

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

Lu Shou: "We must first let the real shamans dance and grind their bones again. You and your friends must bring back the tradition of dance and let the tribesmen use the power of dance to fight the plague. Just like our ancestors did."

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

"Make Shaman great again!" several old shamans said one after another.

"We not only need to summon shamans, but also some soldiers." Shikate continued.

"Soldier..." Mo Gu muttered.

A shaman said: "Now that the horse sentry is no longer in the tribe, the plague is spreading again, and as far as I know, some soldiers are not as determined as before."

Lushou nodded: "Yes, I should be able to find some soldiers this time, including even a commander, who have fought alongside me."

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

"Yes, I cut my scalp on a rainy day!" the people in the room agreed.

In the following days, the number of patients who died gradually increased, one person, three people, ten people, twenty people... More and more bad news came from the isolation area.

However, the outbreak did not occur.

Especially after the death toll reached twenty, the number of new patients and new deaths began to slowly decline.

The "appropriate time" that Lushou and others were looking forward to did not come. Instead, the horse whistle came back.

When the horse sentry returned to Sleeping Bear City, he first saw at least two hundred warriors, including soldiers and militiamen, scattered outside the city.

"What happened?" Looking at these guards who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, Alone couldn't help but ask.

"Have the Americans arrived?" Ma Shao thought.

Soon they learned 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 Shao looked at the soldiers who were in a somewhat abnormal mental state and asked quickly: "What happened?"

"Plague!" the guard explained, "A plague has broken out in the city, and hundreds of people have become sick! Chief, please drive away the god of plague quickly!"

When he heard that there was actually a plague, the expression on the horse whistle also changed.

He hurried into the city and found Rainy Day to ask.

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

"How is the epidemic going? How many people have been infected? How many people have died?" Ma Shao asked one after another.

"Including prisoners, we have currently quarantined a total of 730 people, including those confirmed to be sick and those suspected to be sick." Yutian said, "The death toll is 28 people, and 11 people are seriously ill and comatose."

Ma Shao was stunned for a while.

"What's wrong?" Rainy Day asked.

Ma Shao: "Nothing, you did a good job, better than I expected."

This is indeed the case. If it were other Indian tribes, most of them would be dancing together, and the white people would not be much better.

Didn’t you see that even in the 21st century, some people got together and shouted Hallelujah after being infected with the plague?

Mianxiong City took isolation measures immediately, and also distinguished between confirmed cases and suspected cases. This performance was almost perfect.

Even Ma Shao himself can only do a little better.

The so-called slightly better refers to the same tool - a mask.