Chapter 153: The Sioux Crisis

In the winter, a disease of the Su, an Indian tribe near the Akaraki Mountains, broke out like no other than before.

The disease spread faster and more widely than they realized.

Anyone who is infected with this disease will be covered in nausea acne in a short period of time, and the rupture of Suizhou acne will cause the patient to die in agony after the break.

The Sioux wizards have exhausted all means, but they must not be able to control the situation.

Half a month after the onset of winter, when the first patient appeared, a third of the entire tribe was now infected with the disease.

And among these patients, almost five hundred have lost their lives and returned to the nature of the spirit of all things.

And the people who are still alive are suffering from illness every day, so that those who have not yet been infected with this bizarre disease are under a lot of psychological pressure.

Inside the tent, the old sorcerer chanted an obscure incantation in the ancient Indian way, chanting a mantra to ward off the sickness. In his hand he held a plant that could only be used when casting spells, and when it was lit, it emitted puffs of green smoke.

It is a plant that grows endemic to North America, and has the ability to make people fall into a state of drowsiness, which is used by most Indian tribes to reduce the pain and suffering of the sick in the tribe.

The smoke produced by the burning of this plant will not only make people drowsy, but also cause people to hallucinate in a state of confusion and dullness when inhaled.

Inside the tent, the patient's friends and relatives sat in a circle, their bodies swaying from side to side in the wizard's high and low tones, and occasionally making a low voice.

However, the patient lying on the wooden shelves in the tent continued to moan in pain. Several strong Sioux warriors, they held the patient's hands and feet hard to prevent him from moving.

Because if you don't hold his hands and feet, then in addition to him will move around, he will also use his hands to constantly scratch the acne on his body.

Unfortunately, the spells of the sorcerers to ward off the sickness are of little use in curing the sick and the sick. The patient was only slowly calmed down by the smoke.

However, the other Indians didn't think much of it, they only thought that the old wizard was very powerful.

At the same time, the people sitting around there also inhaled the gas and began to have strange visions.

The disease came very suddenly, without warning.

All of a sudden, the Sioux were thrown into a panic.

They had never seen such a disease, and such a painful way to die.

For the unknown, the most human beings are afraid of the unknown, in addition to curiosity.

And today's Sioux tribe, when all of them face this epidemic disease, the most common reaction is fear.

Outside the Sioux camp, many people are being cremated.

Every day, more than a dozen people die.

Those who are alive have to endure the pain of the death of their loved ones, and also face the fear and torment of unknown diseases.

The bodies of deceased relatives were placed on the fire and lit.

After weeping bitterly for a while, the relatives sang an old Indian ballad around the fire.

When everything is done, they go home to take care of other sick loved ones.

Neither the Sioux nor other Indian tribes were accustomed to living separately from sick people, which provided a more favorable route for the spread of the epidemic.

If Zhao Hongyu was here, they would definitely separate the sick and uninfected people of the Su tribe, and they would definitely not let them continue to live like this.

It's a pity that Zhao Hongyu is not in the Sioux ethnic group.

And the Sioux people don't know about this aspect.

In the hearts of all Indians, family affection is very important.

When their relatives are sick, it is the time when they need them, so they must not abandon their relatives.

Therefore, often at this time, the Indians would eat and live with the sick. In addition to taking care of the patient at this time, it can also give the patient peace of mind and let him know that his relatives are by his side.

There is nothing wrong with this, after all, family affection is what the Indians value most.

However, in doing so, it gave the opportunity for the spread of the epidemic disease, which the Indians were completely ignorant of.

Historically, the Spaniards passed smallpox to the Incas, and it was because of this that the Incas died in droves.

The lack of knowledge about disease prevention and hygiene led to the fact that the Indians did not pay attention to these things at all. Moreover, at this time, the Indians were still in a very primitive and ignorant state and society.

They also practiced witchcraft and used it to heal diseases.

Only a few shamans who understand herbs will use simple methods to treat minor ailments.

As soon as they encounter a larger illness, these wizards are doomed.

Witchcraft is a very, but the Indians believe it.

However, even in the 21st century, in the era of information explosion, some people believe it, right?

Could it be that the gods are punishing us? Just because we were at war with whites?

Many Sioux people are praying in whispers in their tents, and some are repenting of their sins.

Most of them believed that the epidemic that had broken out since the beginning of winter was the punishment of the gods for the war they waged in the summer.

Because in the eyes of the Indians, the white-skinned Europeans were actually celestial messengers sent by the gods.

For a long time, this idea was recognized by many Indians in Central America and North America.

It was only after the insatiable greed of the Europeans and the wanton encroachment on the land of the Indians that the Indians lost their homes, that the Indians were forced to rebel.

After such a resistance, the Indians realized that the white-skinned people who were originally regarded as celestial gods by them were just like them. A sword slash on the body will bleed, and they will also suffer and die.

Everything, nothing different.

While the Sioux were in an atmosphere of sorrow, trepidation, and uneasiness, and fear, a sleigh pulled by four elk came in this direction from the thick snow.

The Sioux people recognized this sleigh as only available in the city of Manhattan.

Because in late autumn, the Mohicans living in Manhattan were instructed by their queen Emma to hunt a lot of migratory elk.

After the elk were caught, the Mohicans put a sleeve on them and created a very strange cart that glided quickly on the snow for the elk to pull.

In the winter, some of the warriors of the Mossi tribe who were zìyóu merchants often drove the elk-drawn carts to trade with them.

The Mohicans would trade Manhattan merchandise for their furs and other things, and then return to Manhattan to sell.

Because the roads were closed by heavy snow after winter, the Sioux people were also happy that someone was willing to come all the way to trade with them in such bad weather.

After all, in such harsh conditions, it would be difficult to get them to the city of Manhattan.

But the Mohicans, with their elk and sleigh carts, can travel between the two places very easily.

In the snow, the elk ran fast.

And the sleigh is even more convenient.

As a small merchant of mohican in dúlì, Paparo (Indian for fir bark) loved this life.

Since joining the city of Mosican and becoming a member of the Song Empire, his original life has changed drastically.

In the original Moxie dry tribe, he was not a very good fighter.

Whether it's archery or setting traps, he doesn't do it very well. So in the previous rìzi, he always caught the least prey.

So, his wife was always hungry.

And he himself, too, was often ridiculed by other fighters.

He thought that he would be like this for the rest of his life. But no one could have imagined that someone like him would also work from time to time.

With the acquiescence of Black Bear and Zhao Hongyu, the Mohican warriors retained their names as warriors, and they didn't have to go every day to order Mao and suddenly became zìyóu.

However, they are no longer receiving their monthly salary.

This is an understandable thing, how can you get paid if you don't do things.

All the Mohicans, think it's nothing.

Only he Paparo felt that the others were fools.

You don't have to fight wild beasts, you don't have to worry about food every day. As long as you defend the city faithfully, you can get twelve silver coins a month, and these twelve silver coins can make a family of five live a carefree life.

He really couldn't figure out why those people had to live a comfortable life.

But whether he wants it or not, His Majesty and the Queen have already given orders.

He, as a small horn, can only accept his fate, isn't he?

However, he Paparo was very clever and immediately thought of a way to make money.

The other Mohicans, as well as other Indian tribes, had made the trek from their tribes to Manhattan to sell their goods.

And why can't he go to other tribes and buy those goods from those who are interested in selling them?

You know, many people may not be able to come to Manhattan because of one kind or another.

In this way, wouldn't it be easy for you to buy the goods in their hands?

Besides, they don't have to travel to Manhattan, so they have to give themselves a discount on the price.

I have to say that Paparo really has a little bit of business talent.

He actually saw such a business opportunity.

And the appearance of the elk sleigh in Manhattan City solved a problem for Paparo.

Originally, this sleigh was a tool for the Mohicans who went out to hunt in winter, and it was not sold to the public.

But Paparo took advantage of it and set foot on his starting point as a wealthy Indian. (To be continued.)