Peng Shiluo Mansion, where the Myanmar army camp was located. In the past few days, the Myanmar army camp was very busy.
Burmese soldiers, who had their faces covered with cloth of various colors and styles, formed groups of two. They carried the corpses of their former comrades, who would never wake up again, out of the barracks and threw them into the large pit that they had dug earlier. Then, they put in some flammable objects, and when the pit was full, they set it on fire.
Originally, they planned to bury the corpses, but their commander, Prince Min Qide, said that they couldn't let the corpses of these loyal and brave soldiers stay on the dirty land where the slaves lived. They had to bring them back to their hometowns. How to bring them back to their hometowns was a very serious problem. Bring the corpses back? Obviously not, the corpses would rot.
The answer was obvious — burn them, turn them into ashes, and bring the ashes back.
The heavy rain lasted for three days and three nights before it stopped. The messenger that Min Qide sent to contact the odd-job team brought back news that they were blocked by the heavy rain and couldn't march at all. It was only two to three days' journey, but they were blocked by the heavy rain. After the heavy rain, the muddy ground and the rising water level made the Myanmar army miserable.
This made the main force of Myanmar soldiers in Peng Shiluo suffer. A large number of soldiers couldn't find a place to shelter from the rain. The few tents and houses were either occupied by the generals or were full. It was impossible to fit even one person in. The remaining tens of thousands of Myanmar soldiers couldn't find a place to shelter from the rain. They could only try to find something from the ruins of Peng Shiluo that hadn't been burned. No matter what it was, they had to build it to shelter from the rain.
However, it was only a shelter from the rain and didn't have any thermal insulation measures.
The heavy rain fell and the cold wind blew. The soldiers couldn't dry themselves, nor could they change into dry clothes. They could only wait helplessly in the heavy rain. One day, two days, three days … When the weather cleared up and the sun shone down again, many soldiers found their comrades lying on the ground with their bodies boiling hot.
The first death appeared at this time, then the second, and the third. In just six hours, from morning to afternoon, the entire Myanmar army camp in Peng Shiluo had news of more than a hundred soldiers dying of illness. Min Qide didn't think it was serious at first. Because the camp was too big, the spread of news and statistics were too slow. It wasn't until the 500th soldier died and more people were infected that he realized how serious the situation was.
This was a contagious plague!
However, things had already exceeded his expectations. When he found out that all the doctors were dead, the situation was far more serious than he had imagined.
He remembered that more than ten years ago, when he followed his grandfather Mang Yinglong to the last battle, a plague broke out in the camp. More than a thousand soldiers died, and more than two thousand were infected. Seeing that the camp was about to fall, Mang Yinglong was persuaded by a Barbodes rhododendri to make a painful decision. He placed the three thousand soldiers together and separated them. He killed them all with muskets, and then burned them all down to preserve the main force of the army. It was also after that time that Mang Yinglong fell sick and died not long after.
The Burmese people didn't have a sufficiently developed medical system. Basically, they were still in the era of witch doctors. When the Westerners came, they brought with them the bloodletting treatment. However, this was also the witch doctor method of the Westerners. When the Eastern witch doctors and the Western witch doctors came together, they often used dirty tricks. Not to mention treatment, there were many cases of their own deaths. Therefore, in the eyes of the Burmese people, the most effective way to deal with the plague was to discover it, isolate it, kill it, or burn it down.
After a one-stop service, any plague could be eliminated. Of course, it was eliminated and never cured. That was why the Burmese army had such a tradition. Once a patient similar to the plague appeared in the camp, if the military doctors couldn't cure it, they would be isolated and killed to prevent harm to the army.
This time, the situation was different. It was discovered later, and the military doctors were the first batch to be annihilated. When everyone found the corpses and went to look for the military doctors, they discovered that more than ten of them had died together. Only then did everyone start to panic and report it to Min Qide. Min Qide was in a rage over the fact that the odd-job soldiers could not make it in time to rescue them. He had killed three messengers in a row. When he suddenly heard the news of the plague, he almost fainted.
No, this is bad, this is bad!
He immediately ordered the soldiers to dig a pit outside the camp. He ordered the soldiers to throw the dead bodies into the pit. He wanted to bury them, but when he thought about what his grandfather did, he thought it was best to burn them. Therefore, he ordered that he couldn't tolerate the soldiers being buried on the enemy's land, so he had to burn them all.
Now there were only a few people who were aware of the plague. Most of the people who had experienced the bloody scene were now officers. Min Qide held a meeting of the officers and announced his decision.
When no one was paying attention, let these officers bring their own personal guards with guns and cooperate with the Franco's flintlock team to bring the sick and those with symptoms of infection to the camp in the quarantine area, and then lock them up. They must be careful not to cause the agitation of the sick. Back then, because of the agitation of the sick, a group of Mang Yinglong's personal guards who were supposed to be immortal also died.
Min Qide would not repeat the same mistake.
His plan went very smoothly. The officers who knew how cruel and the Westerners who had no psychological burden were the fastest to act. They searched for sick soldiers everywhere and carried them out, saying that they were being treated. No one suspected the healthy soldiers, and the sick soldiers who were conscious did not doubt them either. They followed them obediently and lay down in the quarantine camp. When they saw that there were also sick people around, and some of them were covered with cloth, they asked their names one by one. Only then did they feel at ease.
However, they didn't know that not far from them, the Burmese firearms team and the Westerners' firearms team were ready. The materials to burn the camp had been prepared, and they gradually filled the entire quarantine camp. A big fire was inevitable.
Min Qide was not cold-hearted. He didn't want these elite soldiers who were constantly being carried in to die like this. The training of every soldier and the process of becoming an elite was hard, and it also required a lot of investment from the government. Everyone was his flesh and blood, and they were important for him to wipe out Siam and kill the Ming Army. Now, before the big battle began, people would die first. The guns were not aimed at the enemy, but at their own people first. No matter how he thought about it, he felt suffocated.
"Is there really no way at all?"
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