The wound was somewhat red and swollen, faintly pus.

Bearing a high fever, the horse staggered to his feet, found a wine bag in the corner of the tent, and poured the liquor into the wound.

"Whoa—"

Maybe it was because the burn was so bad, some delirium, and the liquor was poured on the wound, and he didn't feel any pain.

After a while, a bag of spirits was poured clean.

Then Ma Whistle sat back on the bed, calmed down, felt the extreme dryness of his tongue, and found another bag of water to drink.

"Ahem-ahem!!" Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a sip, he choked violently, and his face, which was already feverish, turned even redder.

Damn, it's wine!

It turned out that I had just poured water on the wound, no wonder I didn't feel pain!

Ma Whistle coughed and poured a leather bag into the wound, and the pain in his heart reminded him that this time it was real wine: "Hum aa ”

Hearing his voice, the nearby clansmen rushed to him. Outside, the thunderstorm was still falling, and people ran into his tent covered in water.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his weak appearance, the stone crow hurriedly asked.

"Water." Ma Sentry didn't say much, he just wanted to drink water now, "I want water." ”

"Thick shoulders, go get a bag of water." Realizing that Ma Whistle had a fever, the crow said as he took out the herbs he had brought with him.

"Eat this first." He handed the herb to the horse's mouth.

Ma Whistle was silent for two seconds: "No need, let's get me some jerky and berries." ”

With the medical conditions of the Indians, the wisest choice for him was to do the logistics for his immune system, replenish protein and vitamins in time, that is, eat well, and then resign himself to fate.

Fortunately, he believes that his immune system is strong enough, just like his muscles.

"Well, I know you don't trust me in my healing skills." The crow sighed, "Actually, I don't believe it either. ”

Horse whistle: "......"

After a while, he had eaten and drunk enough, and re-dressed his wound in earnest, which gave him some peace of mind.

However, things did not turn out as expected.

His fever was getting worse and worse, weakness and burning all over his body, and he could feel a strong whirlwind as he lay on the bed mat and did not move.

His intuition told him that his body temperature might have reached 40 degrees Celsius.

This is a dangerous number.

The upper limit of brain cell tolerance is 41 degrees Celsius, and once the fever reaches this level, it is likely to injure the brain, and even more severe can even cause disability and death.

"Whoa......

There was still thunder outside the "Boom ......", and this huge movement reached Ma Whistle's ears, making him feel as if he was about to tear his own skull.

Isn't it, God...... How long will it take to be born again to take me?

Ma Whistle's mind was a mess, and the sweat on his forehead was like rain, and when the sweat flowed through his ears, it seemed to merge with the sound of pouring rain outside.

He lay on the bed, but he felt as if he was stuck in the mud, and it was still a hot mud, and the boiling mud almost suffocated his sweat-soaked skin.

When he was in a trance, some dreams came to his mind, which could also be hallucinations.

In the dream, he saw that his immune system army was fighting against the germs all over the mountains, and the scene was extremely tragic with black clouds and artillery fire.

The commander of the immune system is a white blood cell wearing an Eighth Route Army hat and looking like Li Yunlong.

On the opposite side is a Staphylococcus aureus with unkempt blond hair playing the accordion to cheer on billions of germs......

……

While the horses were battling the disease, another struggle began quietly in one of the Apaches' tents.

"We shouldn't kill prisoners." It was the high priest of the plains tribe who spoke on a rainy day.

"Why?" Someone asked, "How many of us were killed by the Arapahoe last year!" ”

Rainy Sky takes a deep breath: "We have won a great victory, and we should take this opportunity to reconcile with the Arapaho people and unite more indigenous tribes." ”

"Reconciliation after victory?"

"Otherwise, if you fail to reconcile, then it is even more impossible to do it!"

"No, we mean, why reconcile?" It was the war chieftain of the Mescalero tribe who spoke, "The Arapahos are in a state of discouragement, and we should wipe them out in one fell swoop, whether it's the captives here or their northern stronghold!" Avenge our people! ”

"White people are the real enemy, the aborigines can no longer vendetta against each other like this, we are already on the verge of extinction!" The tone of the rainy day was very anxious, and the shaking hands were clenched in front of him.

"I think that's a bit alarmist." "Although the threat of white people is indeed great, it is impossible for us to exterminate us. ”

"Compared to 300 years ago, the aborigines are not a single ......," Rainy Sky continued, and his eyes looked at the door from time to time, and his anxiety grew.

Just then, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy came in from outside.

Rainy day hurriedly said: "Hunting rats, you are finally here, where is the horse whistle?" ”

"Teacher, he's sick." Rat Hunter said.

"Sick?" Hearing the words on a rainy day, the others in the tent also looked at each other.

"Yes, it's quite serious, and I've been lying in bed." Rat Hunter added.

"How...... Alas! "On a rainy day, he lifted his forehead and sighed.

In his opinion, the only thing that could stop people from killing prisoners was the horse whistle, whose prestige had skyrocketed in the war, but the horse whistle fell ill at this time.

Now it's in trouble.

The Arapahoe have been the old enemies of the Apache for many years, and most of the tribes want to execute the prisoners in the camp and even counterattack the Arapaho in the Northern Expedition.

He was the only one in the tent who was a firm advocate of reconciliation, and there was no hope of convincing the crowd.

The tent touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Well, let's put to death some of the most heinous Alapaho people, such as the crows." We'll talk about the rest when the weather clears. ”

"That's right, the crow must die!"

"Cut the crow with a thousand cuts!"

"I'm going to scalp him alive and let him eat it!" People chimed in.

His hero, my enemy. The Raven is a respectable hero in the eyes of the Arapaho people, and naturally a demon in the eyes of the Apaches.

On a rainy day, I was in a state of confusion, and when I heard "I'll talk about it when the weather is clear", I didn't think much about it, and said, "Okay." ”

Then he got up and followed the hunting rat out of the tent: "I'll go and see the horse whistle, isn't this guy stronger than a bison, why did he suddenly get sick." ”

After a while, the rain and the mouse-hunting came to the tent of the horse whistle, and as soon as they entered, they heard a burst of gibberish.

"Abba Baba Abba ......," the horse whistle whispered as he lay on the bed.

What he said was actually a Chinese dream talk, but when it rained and others heard it, this was Abba Aba, a sign of complete illness and stupidity.