"Report, sir, for some reason all our horses have fallen to the ground and are foaming at the mouth!"

"What?"

Hearing this, the thoughts just now disappeared without a trace.

Prince Fusu put away the sachet in his hand and hurried out.

Bring the witch doctor who accompanied the army to the stable.

All the war horses were staggering and foaming at the mouth, as if they were poisoned.

The witch doctor swung the bell unsteadily, then made a few strange movements before moving closer to examine the fallen horse.

“Huha…”

"Witch doctor, what happened to the warhorse?"

The witch doctor's eyeballs rolled upwards and moved rapidly a few times, his lips slightly opened and he murmured.

...

...

"Huhaha... This warhorse is foaming at the mouth, and is in a state of panic and mental weakness... This is a sign that an evil spirit has entered its body. We don't know where the evil spirit came from."

Prince Fu Su thought of the Huns' actions on the battlefield, where they would attack horses, and made a bold guess, "Could it be the Huns who did it?"

The witch doctor shook the bell in his hand and said with certainty, "This sudden outbreak of evil is most likely caused by poison."

"Does the witch doctor have any way to cure it?"

"There is a way to deal with this evil... it's just that the supply of herbs in this border area..."

The witch doctor rolled his eyes a few times and said, "Sir, there are still injured soldiers who need to be tortured. I will take my leave first."

Yes, in addition to the poisoned horses, there are also many injured soldiers at the border who are in urgent need of herbs.

It is almost winter now, the grass and trees are withering, where can we find herbs to pick?

However, the originally stored herbs were far from enough.

Maybe the hemp rope breaks only at the thinnest part, and maybe fate only chooses the unfortunate people.

Just as he was worrying about the problem with the herbs, many soldiers in the barracks began to fall to the ground.

Some people who were curious thought of the accident with the horse and shouted in panic: "It's an epidemic!"

Upon hearing this, the injured soldiers began to panic.

"What? There's a plague!"

"What should I do? I...I don't want to die."

"I have elderly parents and young children at home. What will I do if I can't go back home?"

"I just felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. I wonder if the witch doctor can cure me."

"That's the plague, what are you thinking! And you... don't get too close to me!"

Since ancient times, no one is not afraid of plague!

Seeing that the soldiers' emotions were being provoked, Zhang Han quickly stepped forward and took down the few people who were shouting.

"Shut up! The witch doctor didn't even make a diagnosis. How can you make such nonsense?"

"According to Qin law, spreading rumors without reason and disturbing the morale of the army is a serious crime. This time, I will pretend that I didn't hear anything. You all can go back to your work."

Qin law was strict. Seeing that several people had been arrested, the rest did not dare to step forward and bring bad luck upon themselves.

At this moment, the soldier beside Meng Tian hurried over and whispered in his ear, "Sir, General Meng is ill!"

"What?"

Considering the news that Meng Tian said today that there was no need to discuss military strategies, he did not move and went there quietly.

When Prince Fusu arrived, Meng Tian was lying on the bed with a pale face and his eyes closed.

"Witch doctor, what happened to General Meng?"

The wizard took out a tortoise shell from his arms, and scratched the tortoise shell with his long nails, finally stopping at a certain place.

"General, the evil wind has invaded your body, so you are dizzy, vomiting, and having a fever."

Meng Tian, ​​who was sleeping, suddenly clenched his teeth and wanted to open his mouth but he didn't have the strength.

Then he shuddered violently in his ** and began to twitch.

Zhang Han, who was watching this scene, suddenly widened his eyes with horror, "This is... Seven Day Wind!"

"What! It's actually the Seven Days Wind!"

Prince Fusu had also heard of seven-day wind, a disease with the highest mortality rate on the battlefield. Basically, no one would survive if they contracted seven-day wind.

Soldiers who are infected will experience an extremely painful death.

Although he knew this, Prince Fusu still asked, "Witch doctor, is there any way to treat it?"

The wizard shook his head and took out a bag of black powder from his arms. "The evil wind has already entered the body. The wizard can only suppress it with herbs. It is difficult to cure it completely."

"Sir, the witch just checked and found that many of the soldiers have been infected with the evil wind. I'm afraid we should make plans early."

"Does the witch doctor know the cause of the disease?"

The witch doctor took out another piece of tortoise shell and examined it. "The Xiongnu people often used mud, horse manure and cow stomachs to preserve arrows. The arrowheads were contaminated by mud, and the evil wind attached to them."

Prince Fusu never expected this to happen.

"But General Meng did not leave the city to meet the enemy..."

As soon as he asked his doubts, Zhang Han said with tears in his eyes: "On the day when the prince sent food and grass, General Meng was attacked by someone. He was afraid of disturbing the morale of the army, so he didn't show it these days..."

Prince Fusu couldn't help but think of General Meng's pale face in the past few days.

For a moment, a solemn atmosphere enveloped everyone.

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"Sir, I have counted and found that there are probably tens of thousands of soldiers who have experienced the Seven Day Wind phenomenon..."

“Tens of thousands of people!”

Prince Fusu clenched his fists and felt powerless again.

If there was really no way to save them, wouldn't he just have to watch these people die...

In the military camp, many soldiers began to feel dizzy and vomit.

The serious ones have started to convulse all over.

Zhang Han clasped his fists and saluted, and suggested, "Sir, why don't we pray to the immortals and ask them to give us medicine."

Looking at the wounded soldiers and the fallen horses around him, he said, "It has to be this way..."

Unlike the usual daily offerings, Prince Fusu this time had a tall altar built in a hurry.

At the top stands a precious mirror, in front of the mirror is a huge offering table, in front of the offering table is an altar with incense.

There are two altars on both sides of the altar, which are now full of things.

The capable Qin soldiers would place some tributes on the altar, while the incapable workers and ordinary people would line up and burn incense to the immortal.

Prince Fusu stood above wearing royal attire, and next to him stood Meng Tian, ​​who had climbed out of the bed and was trying hard to hold on.

"Immortal, I am Fusu, the son of the First Emperor of Qin. Today I am offering sacrifices to you on behalf of my father, the First Emperor."

"Thank you, Immortal, for blessing the Qin soldiers with food!"

Everyone present also shouted from the bottom of their hearts: "Thank you for the blessing of the immortal!"

The heartfelt voices of gratitude from three hundred thousand people rose in unison to the sky.

When they stopped, Prince Fusu continued, "War with the Xiongnu is to protect the people of Great Qin and the land of Great Qin. However, heaven and earth treat all things as straw dogs. The evil spirits of Great Qin are causing chaos and we are short of food and clothing."

"Please give me the elixir to save the people of Qin!"

So people prayed devoutly, "Please give me the elixir to save my people!"

"bye!"

After Prince Fusu finished speaking, he inserted the incense stick in his hand into the incense burner, took a few steps back, and performed the ritual of kowtow three times and bow nine times.