The crowd discussed it for a while.

At this moment, the wrinkled expression suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he put his hand in front of his mouth, looking patient, until his face was red.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore and coughed in a choked voice: "Ahem-cough-cough!" ”

When he coughed, everyone fell silent and looked at him in unison.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Wrinkle quickly explained, and then couldn't help coughing again, "Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

On a rainy day, he said, "You may also be infected, so isolate yourself at home, and we should all be careful." That's probably the only way we can do it. ”

"Alas, it would be nice if the teacher was here." People sighed.

There was a moment of silence on a rainy day: "Indeed, he is a teacher to all of us. But there will always be times when the Great Chief is away, and we can't rely on his strength completely, and we should learn to face some problems alone. ”

"Alright, let's adjourn the meeting, and everything will proceed as discussed...... Hopefully we can get through this. ”

Under the will of Rainy Days and others, Sleeping Bear City began martial law and quarantine, isolating all those who were already sick or suspected of being sick in order to curb the spread of the plague.

And as martial law and quarantine progressed, news of the plague spread rapidly.

Watching one person after another fall ill and be quarantined, people quickly realized that the plague had indeed arrived. Fear and panic pervaded the city.

The rainy day also directly announced the news, confirming the beginning of the epidemic of the plague, 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 coercive aspects of martial law and segregation, supervising the tribesmen and those convicts who had been reformed through labor.

In the midst of this plague, Sleeping Bear City showed great mobilization and organizational skills, not only compared with other Indians, but also compared with the whites of its time, and in no way inferior to the whites of the same era.

After all, this is the case for plague prevention and control in this era, there is no other way than isolation, and it is a perfect score to be able to do a good job of isolation.

Even in later generations, quarantine will remain the primary prevention and control measure.

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

The Indians were probably the most feared of the plague, and their memories of the terrible experiences of their ancestors have long been twisted into legends of hell and demons.

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

More and more rumors spread throughout the city.

Some dormant careerists also secretly began to act.

A few days later.

Snow began to fall in the sky, adding a bit of white terror to this nightmarish winter.

Just as the snowflakes were falling, the first death news came from the quarantine area, someone was sick and died.

"The vulture's dream has come true, haha, this is really the punishment of the Great Spirit!" The deerhand was thrilled to hear the news, and several other people in the room were smiling.

Grinding his bones and smoking, with an immortal-like expression: "I expected it a long time ago." Horse whistles and rainy days desecrate traditions, and sooner or later they will be punished. ”

"For the horse whistle, this is punishment, but for us it is a gift and a revelation—the Great Spirit clearly wants us to get the Apache back on track!" ”

"What are you going to do?" Grinding bones asked.

Deerhand: "We must first get the real shaman to dance and grind the bones again, and you and your friends must bring back the tradition of dance so that the people can use the power of dance to fight the plague." Just like our ancestors. ”

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

"Make the Shaman Great Again!" Several old shamans said one after another.

"We need to gather not only the shamans, but also some soldiers." Deerhand continued.

"Soldier ......," groaned the bones.

One shaman said: "Now that the horse sentry is no longer in the tribe, the plague is spreading, and as far as I know, some of the soldiers are not as determined as they used to be. ”

Deerhand nodded, "That's right, I should be able to find some soldiers this time, including even a commander, who have fought alongside me before." ”

"With the shaman and the soldiers, at the right time, we can directly control the chieftain's hall and cut the scalp on a rainy day!" He said viciously.

"Yes, cut the scalp on a rainy day!" The people in the room responded to the truth.

The number of patients dying gradually increased, one, three, ten, twenty...... More and more bad news is coming out of quarantine.

However, the outbreak did not happen.

Especially after the death toll reached 20, the number of new patients and new deaths began to decline slowly.

The "right time" that the deer and others were looking forward to did not wait for a long time, but waited for the horse whistle to come back.

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

"What's going on?" Looking at these guards who were like a great enemy, he couldn't help but say.

"Did the Americans come?" Ma Whistle thought so.

Soon they learned the truth.

"Great Chief, you're finally back!" The reaction of the guards at the sight of the horse whistle can almost be described as tears of joy.

Ma Sentry looked at the soldiers who were in a somewhat abnormal mental state, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" ”

"Plague!" The guard explained, "There is a plague in the city, and hundreds of people are already sick!" Great Chief, drive the plague god away! ”

Hearing that there was actually a plague, Ma Whistle's expression also changed.

He hurriedly went into the city and asked about the rainy day.

"Thank goodness you're finally back!" This was the first thing he said when he saw Ma Whistle on a rainy day, he looked a little haggard, and obviously he had been under a lot of pressure lately.

"How's the epidemic going? How many people are infected? How many people died? Ma Whistle asked one after another.

"Counting the prisoners, we have quarantined a total of 730 people, including those who are confirmed to be sick and those who are suspected to be sick." "The death toll is twenty-eight, and eleven are seriously ill and unconscious. ”

The horse whistle was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Asked on a rainy day.

Ma Whistle shook his head: "It's nothing, you guys are doing a good job, better than I thought." ”

Indeed, if it were replaced by other Indian tribes, it would probably be a collective dance of gods, and the white people would not be much better.

You don't see, even in the 21st century, after some people are infected with the plague, they gather together and shout hallelujah or something.

Sleeping Bear City took quarantine measures as soon as possible, and also distinguished between confirmed and suspected, which was almost perfect.

Ma Whistle asked himself, even if he dealt with this plague himself, he could only do a little better.

The so-called slightly better, of course, refers to the most common tool in the prevention and control of the epidemic in later generations - masks.