Turning down from the main road here, there is a settlement, and the original occupants have been evacuated to prevent infection. The settlement was set aside to house the refugees. So far, more than 5,000 people have been accommodated in the settlement, and a steady stream of refugees is pouring in.

Xiang Ningxuan got off here with the medical camp, and before the team was assembled, there was a commotion among the refugees over there. One refugee suddenly vomited, some fishy, yellow-green vomit all over the place. The refugees next to him quickly moved away as if they had seen a ghost, and the two soldiers who were maintaining order hurriedly stepped forward, dragged him aside roughly, and shot him directly, while the others ignored it.

The soldiers then instructed a few of the refugees to shovel some soil, cover it with the vomit, and sweep it to the side of the road to dig a pit and bury it.

"That person should be able to save it." "Moreover, even if you become an undead, you don't have to be a bad person!" It's like Murong chasing the wind. ”

Xiang Ningxuan shook his head, directly called a company commander who was responsible for maintaining order, and relayed Feng Qingru's question.

The company commander looked tired, saluted, and frowned: "Everyone has no opinion on this way of dealing with it!" People who start vomiting will soon become undead. As for whether it is a good undead or a bad undead, how can we have the time to carefully discern it? On this two-kilometer-long retreat route, only one company of mine maintained order. Can't get busy! ”

"Why are you so many?" Xiang Ningxuan asked.

"None of the others have been vaccinated, so how dare they come into contact with these refugees? We can't help it, the military order is like a mountain. I don't know if the vaccine is reliable or not, and I'd rather die on the battlefield than get infected with the plague and become that kind of ghost. ”

Because of the insufficient number of vaccines, only the main force under Xiang Ningxuan's command was vaccinated. Chu Jiangyue had only 2,000 men under his command, five companies were in Lucheng to pick up refugees, one company was on the road to maintain order, and one company was stationed in this settlement. Half of her troops were gone, and she couldn't spare any more manpower.

"Find a few people to have a blood test, and you will know whether the vaccine is reliable or not." Kang Yi Feidao. On this big night, Kang Yifei suddenly ran out of a ghost, which still made people startled.

Xiang Ningxuan hurriedly stepped forward, turned on the purification aura with all his might, and said loudly at the same time: "Don't panic, everyone, I am Xiang Ningxuan, deputy commander of the Jiangdong 1st Army, this is Kang Yifei, a plague expert, and the vaccine he is responsible for developing has been put into use. He and our entire medical camp will find a way to help you cure the plague on your body, please actively cooperate! Let's go to the settlement over there and settle down first. With that, he waved his hand and motioned for Qi Lokhin to follow with the medical camp and walk to the settlement where the refugees were settled.

When the refugees heard that this was still a big official, they regained a little bit of their spirits, and moreover, Xiang Ningxuan, who had turned on the purification aura, was shining with a faint golden light, which not only looked sacred and majestic, but also gave these refugees infected with the plague an indescribable sense of comfort.

At this time, Kang Yifei had already used a spell to test the blood of ten soldiers, bringing a not too good nor too bad news: one of the ten people already had some mild symptoms of plague infection. This shows that the vaccines are generally effective, and that these soldiers have been in contact with so many thousands of refugees infected with the plague, and most of them are not infected. But because of the rush of development, there is simply no time to carry out sufficient clinical validation, and there will definitely be some problems with the vaccine. If it is according to the proportion of one-tenth, tomorrow Xiang Ningxuan will have more than 10,000 people from seven regiments into battle, which will infect more than 1,000 people, which is a headache to think about. However, the data of this sampling test is too small, and the randomness is very large, and it is uncertain whether the final proportion is this.

Walking into the settlement for refugees, the atmosphere inside is very depressing. The refugees sat and stood listlessly, their faces ashen and bewildered, not knowing when the plague would strike in their bodies and then be either executed or turned into terrible undead. Even if they escaped the direct killing of the undead natural disaster, they didn't know if they could survive the plague, and their hearts were full of despair.

I was busy running away before, and I didn't have time to worry about my fate, but as soon as people are quiet, they can't help but think crankily, and the more they think about it, the more pessimistic and desperate they become. Pessimism and despair will accelerate the erosion of the plague on the body, so people constantly vomit and collapse, and then be executed by the soldiers on duty. Seeing such a situation creates more pessimism and despair among people, forming a vicious circle.

The vast majority of refugees are like walking corpses, and only when the soldiers in charge of management urge them to move. But in the settlement of more than 5,000 people, there was only one company of more than 100 soldiers. This company has to prevent the nocturnal monsters outside, prevent these refugees with the plague from escaping, and deal with the refugees with the occasional plague attack, so there are not many people to manage it.

Xiang Ningxuan's situation was only slightly better after he came over with the medical camp.

There are still many refugees coming back later, and Xiang Ningxuan also wants to organize these refugees who came first to boil water for cooking and tidy up their houses. But in the face of a group of people who have lost their souls and have no spirit, even if he shouts and cuts his throat, it will be half the effort.

The dreary and desperate atmosphere throughout the settlement also affected the morale of the entire medical camp. They used to live well, but they were suddenly sent to rescue the refugees infected by the plague, even if they had been vaccinated, but the first generation of vaccines was not perfect, there was still a 1 in 10 chance of being infected, and no one knew if they were the unlucky ones.

Although some people in the medical camp are virtuous, they can risk their own safety in order to save people. But most of them are still ordinary people, and it is impossible to put their lives on the line in order to save others. Now seeing those refugees infected with the plague like walking corpses, seeing the disgusting and terrifying appearance of those plague attacks, most of the medical staff are trembling and restraining their hands, for fear that they will become one of them.

Such a situation almost made Xiang Ningxuan so depressed that he almost vomited blood. Moreover, there was another maddening news from Qi Luoxin: "We have just tried, ordinary healing spells can only help the refugees hang their lives, but they cannot completely cure the plague. There are more than 500 people in our medical camp, which is only enough to hang the lives of 5,000 refugees here. However, there are still tens of thousands of refugees in Lucheng......"

Xiang Ningxuan just turned around the settlement with the purification aura, but the purification aura could only destroy the plague germs on the surface of the human body, making it infectious, but it could not cure the people who had already been infected.

He looked at Kang Yifei again, this guy is a technology nerd, he has long been immersed in the study of the plague, and he doesn't care about other things at all.

"We must first restore people's spirit, without spirit, we can do everything with half the effort." Zilokhin said.

"I want to! But it was useless for me to shout at my throat. What can you do? Xiang Ningxuan said.

Qi Luoxin shook his head again and again, indicating that he could not do anything.

The sky was overcast, and the stars and moon were dark. The windless summer night was dull and hot, and the smell of sweat, rancidity, and the fishy smell of vomit mixed together, making people want to vomit.

Seeing the refugees' godless eyes, dejected appearance and lifeless atmosphere, Xiang Ningxuan only felt panicked in his heart, and wanted to shout but couldn't.

The horror and viciousness of this natural plague is not only the destruction of the body, but also the torture of the human spirit.