Seeing Storm City's cargo ship go away, Rand breathed a sigh of relief, if all his customers were as neat and crisp as Celine, then his business would be much better.

......

"My lord, Lord Payne asks to see you. Inside the castle, Rand was recovering the freebolt blueprint in his mind, when the servant knocked on the door and walked in: "Would you like to come in?"

Penn Rand frowned, if he remembered correctly, he should have devoted himself to his cavalry training by now, since the arrival of the horses, Payne had devoted all his energy to the construction of the cavalry regiment.

Commander of the cavalry regiment.

No one can resist the temptation of this title, and even Payne, who was born as a knight, yearns for it.

Payne has excellent experience in cavalry command, as well as strong command and combat effectiveness, and it is indeed a bit overkill to have been Rand's escort before, since he was assigned the task of training new cavalry, he seems to have found the meaning of his life, and he has taken out the energy and specifications of his previous training.

The soldiers who were selected for the cavalry regiment were excited at first, but as time went on and the training tasks increased, they were horrified to find that becoming a cavalryman required much more effort than infantry.

Not only do you have to keep yourself and your mount in harmony, but you also have to change the way you attack when you were an infantryman, which is obviously very difficult for soldiers who are halfway home.

Compared with infantry, cavalry pays more attention to coordination, and how to arrange a formation to maximize the impact force, accelerate within a certain node, and disperse within a certain node, which undoubtedly requires countless rehearsals.

It can be said that the training task of cavalry is the most rigorous and tiring of all arms on the continent at present.

"Call him in. Rand folded the drawings on his desk and rubbed his eyes, he also happened to want to know the progress of the cavalry regiment's training, presumably after all this time, Payne's methods must have made some achievements.

After receiving an affirmative reply, the servant bowed and withdrew.

It wasn't long before Rand heard the sound of heavy riding boots slamming against the floor in the hallway, a little messy, and before Rand could think about it, Payne pushed the door open.

His expression was serious and anxious, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Payne in this state startled Rand, and only after a moment did he speak, his voice like a voice squeezing out from between his teeth: "Lord Lord, it's not good!"

"Our horse farm seems to have a plague!"

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"What's going on?" Rand was on the way to the horse farm, his face was gloomy, the word plague really hit him hard, as a modern person, he knew very well how much this indiscriminate plague had caused to human beings, and it spread extremely fast, and there was no cure at all with medical methods like the current one, so the sick could only choose to isolate or banish to a barren land, leaving them to fend for themselves.

"At first, it was just a few horses that were anorexic and had convulsions, but I thought it was because of the climate, and the temperature has been a bit high recently. "But soon, the situation began to spread, and since yesterday, more than thirty horses have developed similar symptoms!"

"What about the people, did the soldiers get sick?" Rand was most worried that the soldiers were also infected with this disease, and if any soldier contracted the plague and chose to hide it for fear of being expelled, the consequences would be extremely serious.

"Not yet!"

"Not yet?" Rand asked.

"That's right, I have isolated the cavalry attached to the horses and sealed off the entire horse farm. Payne took a deep breath, "Let's hope it's just a seasonal illness!"

Rand saw the outline of the horse farm from afar, and the horses that had been galloping were now tied to their stakes, looking listless, and their hooves scraping the dirt under their feet weakly.

Closer, Rand saw that to the northeast of the racecourse, a group of horses had been separated and fenced off with a wooden fence with sharp spikes to prevent the horses from escaping.

Rand sighed, in fact, there was no need for these protective measures, anyone could see that those war horses had already lost the strength to run and jump.

His eyes were cloudy and deactivated, his nostrils were spitting weakly, and several of the horses saw Rand approaching and struggled to get up, but never succeeded.

Seeing this scene, Rand's heart suddenly felt like a pinprick in his heart, these war horses were all obtained by him from the Peruvian family with great effort, they should have galloped to their heart's content, but now they were tortured by illness like this.

What is more sad than Lante is the cavalry of these war horses, in this short training of dozens of days, the two sides have already tempered a deep relationship, these war horses have a more important meaning for them, equivalent to partners fighting side by side.

The despair of their partner falling and being unable to do anything about it naturally grieved.

"I've called for someone to tell Pasa to come over. Rand saw some black spots on the skin of the sick horses, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

The condition looked somewhat similar to the Black Death, but Rand was not sure for it, as he saw that some of the horses' skin had ulcerated, a discovery that undoubtedly made Rant's heart a little heavier again.

If it was really the Black Death, then not only the horse farm in front of me, but also the entire empty crossing territory would not be able to escape the fate of being infected and destroyed.

Rand swallowed, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

With Pasa's current ability, it is not a problem to treat ordinary internal and external injuries, but it is probably not enough to suppress the growth and spread of bacteria.

"Let the soldiers stagger the squad and check each other!" Rand gritted his teeth, "Once a similar situation is discovered, it will be reported and quarantined immediately!"

Rand still haunts the horror of the Black Death, which once killed tens of millions of people in Europe because of this rat-borne disease, with a rapid onset and extremely high mortality rate.

Once discovered, there is no time to heal.

"Mr. Passa is here!" a soldier shouted.

There was no time to say hello, and after Payne briefly briefed Pasa on the situation, Pasa was immediately ready to investigate.

"Passa," Rand said to Penn and the others to protect his mouth and nose with a damp piece of cloth, "be careful not to let blood get on your skin, and cover your mouth and nose like I did." ”

Pasa nodded, "You can rest assured, my own immunity to diseases is stronger than curing patients!"

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Passa stepped into the horse farm.