บท 38: Chapter 38: Killing Prisoners
The wound was slightly red and swollen, with pus forming.
Ma Shao endured the high fever, staggered to his feet, found a wine bag in the corner of the tent, and poured the liquor on the wound.
"Crash——"
Perhaps because he had a severe fever and was a little unconscious, he did not feel any pain when the strong liquor was poured on his wound.
In a moment, the bag of liquor was completely poured out.
Then Ma Shao sat back on the bed, calmed himself down, felt the extreme dryness in his mouth and tongue, and found a bag of water to drink.
"Cough-cough cough!" Unexpectedly, he choked as soon as he took a sip, and his face, which was already suffering from a high fever, became even redder.
Damn, it was wine!
It turned out that I just poured water on the wound, no wonder I didn't feel any pain!
Ma Shao coughed while holding the leather bag and pouring water on the wound. The piercing pain reminded him that this time it was real wine: "Hehehehe, ahhhh!"
Hearing his voice, nearby tribesmen came rushing in. The thunderstorm was still falling outside, and people were all soaked when they ran into his tent.
"What's wrong with you?" Shi Ya asked hurriedly when he saw his weak appearance.
"Water." Ma Shao didn't say much. He just wanted to drink water. "I want to drink water."
"Houjian, go get a bag of water." Shi Ya realized that Ma Shao had a fever, and said so while taking out the herbs he carried with him.
"Eat this first." He handed the herb to Ma Shao's mouth.
Ma Shao was silent for two seconds: "No, just give me some dried meat and berries."
Given the Indians' medical conditions, his wisest choice was to do logistical work for his immune system, replenish protein and vitamins in a timely manner, that is, eat well, and then leave it to fate.
Fortunately, he believes his immune system is strong enough, just like his muscles.
"Alas, I know you don't believe in my medical skills." Stone Crow sighed, "Actually, I don't really believe it either."
Ma Shao: "…"
After a while, he had eaten and drunk his fill, and had carefully rebandaged his wound, which made him feel a little relieved.
However, things did not develop as expected.
His fever symptoms became more and more severe, with weakness and burning sensation all over his body. Even lying still on the bed he could feel a strong dizziness.
Ma Shao's 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. Once the fever reaches this level, it is likely to damage the brain. In more serious cases, it may even cause disability and death.
"Crash…"
"Boom..." There were still bursts of thunder outside. The huge noise reached Ma Shao's ears, making him feel as if his head was being torn apart.
No way, God... It's only been a short time since I was reborn, and you're going to take me away?
Ma Shao's mind was in a mess, and sweat was pouring down his forehead. When the sweat flowed past his ears, it seemed to blend in with the sound of the pouring rain outside.
He lay on the bed, feeling as if he was stuck in a quagmire, a hot quagmire at that. The boiling mud almost suffocated his sweaty skin.
While in a trance, some dreams, or perhaps hallucinations, emerged in Ma Shao's mind.
In his dream, he saw his immune system army fighting fiercely with germs all over the mountains. Dark clouds covered the city, artillery fire rang out, and the scene was extremely tragic.
The commander of the immune system is a white blood cell who wears an Eighth Route Army cap and looks very similar to Li Yunlong.
The leader of the bacteria on the other side is a Staphylococcus aureus with messy blond hair, playing the accordion to cheer for billions of bacteria...
…
While Ma Shao was fighting the disease, another fight was quietly beginning in a large Apache tent.
"We shouldn't kill prisoners." The speaker was Rainy Day, the high priest of the Plains Tribe.
"Why?" someone demanded, "The Arapaho killed so many of us last year!"
Rainy Day took a deep breath and said, "We have won a great victory. We should take this opportunity to reconcile with the Arapaho people and unite more Native tribes."
"We still need to reconcile after winning?"
"What else? Will we have to reconcile only after we fail? That's even more impossible!"
"No, what we mean is, why should we reconcile?" The speaker was the war chief of the Mescalero tribe. "The Arapaho are badly wounded. We should wipe them out once and for all, whether it's the captives here or their base in the north! Revenge for our people!"
"The white people are the real enemies. The indigenous people cannot continue to kill each other like this. We are almost extinct!" Rainy Day's tone was very anxious, and his shaking hands were clenched in front of him.
"I think this is a bit alarmist." Chief Oak said, "Although the threat from the white people is indeed great, it is impossible for them to exterminate us."
"Compared with three hundred years ago, only one in ten of the indigenous people are left..." Rainy Day continued, glancing towards the door from time to time, his anxiety growing more and more intense.
Just then, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old came in from outside.
Rainy Day said quickly: "Mouse Hunter, you are finally here, where is Ma Shao?"
"The teacher is sick." said the hunter mouse.
"Are you sick?" Xia Yutian was stunned when he heard this, and the other people in the tent looked at each other in confusion.
"Yes, and it's quite serious. I've been lying in bed all the time," added the Rat Hunter.
"Why...Ah!" He sighed and held his forehead on a rainy day.
In his opinion, the only person who could stop people from killing prisoners was Ma Shao, whose prestige soared during the war, but Ma Shao happened to be sick at this time.
This is trouble.
The Arapaho had been the Apache's archenemy for many years, and most of the tribe wanted to execute the prisoners in the camp or even march north to attack the Arapaho.
He was the only one in the tent who firmly advocated reconciliation, and there was no hope of convincing others.
The tent keeper touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "How about this, we will execute some of the most heinous Arapaho first, such as Crow. We will deal with the rest after the weather clears up."
"That's right, the crow must die!"
"Cut the crow into pieces!"
"I'm going to scalp him alive and make him eat it!" people echoed.
To the Arapaho, the Crow is a respectable hero, but to the Apache, he is a demon.
It was a rainy day and I was in a state of confusion. When I heard "Let's talk about it when the weather clears up", I didn't think much about it and just said, "Okay."
Then he stood up and followed the mouse hunter out of the tent: "I'm going to go check on Ma Shao. Isn't this guy stronger than a bison? How could he suddenly get sick?"
After a while, Rainy Day and Mouse Hunter came to Ma Shao's tent. As soon as they came in, they heard bursts of nonsense.
"Aba Aba Aba..." Ma Shao muttered while lying on the bed.
What he actually said was Chinese talking in his sleep, but to those waiting on a rainy day, it sounded just like "Aba Aba", a sign that he was completely sick and stupid.
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