Chapter 2316
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"Is there something wrong with the general's head?" Zhao Manyan asked in confusion.
Those who were temporarily withdrawn were either injured or soldiers who had depleted their energy.
The soldiers had already sacrificed so much. They were already lucky to be alive. Why would the general ask them to go back to the battlefield when they were already exhausted?
"If he did that, the main battlefield is most likely dead," Mofan said.
"It can't be, it's gone so quickly? Aren't there so many people? "
"I smelled a strange stench coming from the battlefield … I think the Brown Rebels are using their strongest moves again," Mu Bai said.
A flurry of footsteps came from outside the camp as soon as Mubai finished his sentence.
A strong smell of blood and a foul stench came from the camp before the people arrived. They saw a huge group of people carrying a bunch of injured people into the camp.
"Those who are still in good condition, hurry over and help the injured!" a medical officer yelled.
The Savage Bull Riders were kind and helpful. They immediately ran over and carried the injured people to the mattresses on the ground.
There were around a thousand injured people in the camp. Those who were missing an arm or a leg were not taken care of, let alone those who only had a few wounds. They had to bandage their wounds themselves.
Another batch of injured people was carried into the camp. It was crowded all of a sudden. There were not enough mattresses, so they had no choice but to place them on the walkway.
"Can't you see it's already full? Why are you still carrying them here?" a Logistics Battalion Commander yelled.
"The other camps are even more full," the medical officer said.
Mofan and the others were in the camp too. They could clearly see the strange symptoms of the injured that were being carried into the camp.
They did not look like they were injured by magic. Instead, it looked like they had been stung by a hornet's nest. Their bodies were covered in purple pustules and green swelling.
Even the color of the blood that was flowing out had changed. It looked like paint that had been knocked over.
"Sir, you can't carry them in here," Mubai suddenly went up and said sternly.
"What the hell are you talking about!?" The medical officer lost his temper. He spat at Mubai, "They are risking their lives to fight the enemy on the main battlefield. Do you really expect them to die on the battlefield to be considered as fulfilling their duty!? They are wounded now, and they need to be saved! "
"That's not what I meant, you have to check their bodies first, make sure they …" Mubai continued.
"The way they were injured for the Federation disgusts you, doesn't it? Look at how clean you are. You probably haven't even been to the battlefield. What right do you have to criticize us? Scram! "The medical officer pushed Mubai away.
Only a green tea personality like Mubai could tolerate it. If it was Mofan, he would have slapped that medical officer's face.
What the hell!
"Look at your hand, then look at my skin," Mubai said to the medical officer patiently.
The medical officer had pushed Mubai's chest, and his dirty handprint had also pressed on Mubai's chest. Mubai was not wearing any clothes, and the skin on his chest looked as if he had an allergic reaction, and a red rash quickly crawled out.
The officer saw the rash and looked at his hand at once.
His hand was already swollen like a pig's trotter without him noticing. It looked terrifying.
"This …" The medical officer finally realized the severity of the situation. He stared at Mubai in shock.
"As a medical officer, you didn't even know that the voodoo poison was contagious, yet you sent these poisoned soldiers here. Isn't that the same as killing everyone in the camp?" Mubai raised his voice.
The medical officer was stunned. He looked around and realized that everyone was staring at him.
The medical officer did not think of it that far. He looked at the swelling on his hand, and the condition of his assistants. They were all wearing gloves, yet the poison still managed to penetrate their skin.
"Then … what should we do?" The medical officer was struggling to make up his mind.
These people needed treatment. They could not just leave them outside, could they?
Outside, the wind was strong and the rain was cold. If they allowed the dirty rain to wash their bodies, they would soon die.
"Circle an area and separate them from the soldiers who aren't poisoned. Disinfect them as soon as possible," Mubai said.
The medical officer knew he had made a huge mistake. He did not dare to waste any more time. He quickly asked his men to set up a temporary quarantine circle.
"What happened on the main battlefield?" Mubai asked.
"Our Crusaders initially had the upper hand and were driving the enemy back, but a bunch of Summoned Beasts suddenly showed up among the Brown Rebels. They rushed into our camp, and almost everyone who came into contact with their poison and tentacles ended up like this," the medical officer said.
"Summoned Beasts?"
"No, that's not a summoned beast!" At this moment, one of the injured people lying on the stretcher spoke up.
The man was not seriously poisoned, but he was covered in rashes. It looked like thousands of ants were crawling on his skin. It was a terrifying sight.
"What are they?" Mubai asked.
"Venomous Insect Shamans, it's the Venomous Insect Shamans that can transform into insects. We saw a Rebel Mage tearing his skin apart and growing carapace-like flesh from his bloody flesh!" the poisoned Mage exclaimed.
"Yes, yes, I saw it too. It was so scary, it was like a living person was surrounded by insects and turned into a demon insect!" another wounded soldier said.
Mubai turned to Zhao Manyan after hearing the story.
"Seriously? It sounds like the Venomous Insect Shamans we encountered at the Aorus Sacred Institute," Zhao Manyan said.
"It seems like they really are the Venomous Insect Shamans," Mubai nodded.
If the Venomous Insect Shamans were working for the Black Vatican, it was not surprising that they would show up among the Brown Rebels.
The Venomous Insect Shamans must have played a key role in the Brown Rebels' defeat.
No wonder more and more wounded soldiers were being sent to the Brown Rebels. No wonder the general with the wrinkles was sending the wounded to the battlefield like a mad man.
The Venomous Insect Shamans had turned the tide of the battle against the Brown Rebels.
"How are the poisoned soldiers doing?" Mofan asked.
"Not good, and …" Mubai shook his head. He looked at the poisoned soldiers being carried to the quarantine zone and said softly, "These Venomous Insect Shamans are extremely vicious."
Mubai pulled Mofan a few steps back.
Mofan saw Mubai's stern expression. It seemed like he had something to say that he could not say in front of the soldiers.
"The poisoned soldiers won't live for more than four hours even if their skin is scratched."
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