Lan Ye deliberately chose a secret tent, settled Yuying, and then sent Huaying away.
Around midnight, Deputy Commander Zhao of the Supply Battalion came to report that someone in the army was sick, like hysteria, and more than 200 people had fallen down when they found out.
"What's going on?" Lan Ye was wearing a mask, covering his mouth and nose, and stepped forward to check.
Deputy Commander Zhao frowned, with an anxious expression on his face, "At the beginning, only one or two people were sick, with red rashes on their faces and some fevers, and the military doctor said it was fine. But the subordinates waited for about half an hour. At this time, the army exploded! Those red rashes seemed to be contagious, and more than 200 people collapsed at once! The subordinates are afraid that the disease will spread, so they dare not report it."
Lan Ye clenched his fists with a serious face, "Has the military doctor found out the reason?"
"Not yet." Deputy Commander Zhao shook his head, "But the military doctor said that it rained continuously for several nights, coupled with the fierce battle last night, there were many wounded, and mosquito infection is very common in the forest."
Lan Ye frowned.
"Master please come up with an idea quickly, if this goes on... the hysteria is spreading, and there is no way out for the 10,000 soldiers in our army!" Deputy Commander Zhao was very worried.
"Master..." Lan Sheng persuaded, "It's better to send these patients down the mountain and let Hou Ye find someone to treat them slowly."
"No!" Lan Ye's eyes turned cold, "The 30,000 soldiers and horses in my father's hands are the last layer of protection for the entire Lingxi! If these people are really infected with hysteria, they will be sent down the mountain to infect the 30,000 soldiers... Even if I drew my sword and killed myself, I would still be sorry to the ancestors of the Lan family!"
"But if we leave them on the mountain, our 10,000 soldiers may also be infected!" Lan Sheng was anxious.
Lan Ye lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and rubbed his brows, then suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes, "Kill!"
"What?!" Deputy Commander Zhao turned pale.
Lan Sheng also froze in place, without saying a word.
Lan Ye repeated, "Kill them all! Quarantine them, burn them to ashes!"
"Master, this..." Lan Sheng's lips were trembling! These more than 100 soldiers are all brothers who followed them through life and death, and many of them even made military exploits for the Lan family! Now that they are sick, it's okay to die, but... they still have to send them on the road!
"Master! Although these soldiers are infected with diseases, they are not very serious. They can eat and move, and carry guns and mount horses. It's not a problem... I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to kill them as soon as you give the order?!" Deputy Zhao The commander tried to dissuade him again and again.
Lan Ye glanced at him lightly, his eyes full of sarcasm, "They are fine now, but can you guarantee that after half an hour, an hour, or two hours... they won't fall down?! The condition has changed from One or two soldiers spread to two hundred soldiers, but it took only half an hour! There are still three hours before dawn, who knows what kind of accidents will happen, I can't take risks! Kill!"
"Master!" Lan Sheng's eyes turned red.
"I said kill! Did you hear me! Kill them all! Leave no one behind!" Lan Ye growled at the two of them.
Lan Sheng and Deputy Commander Zhao looked at him in pain, knowing that he was thinking about the overall situation, so they had to bow their heads and accept the order, "Your subordinates obey."
A stick of incense time.
The two hundred soldiers who contracted "hysteria" were massacred on the mountainside by their own people! Blood flowed like a river!