Mofan was astounded.
Were they purposely sparing the lives of the soldiers so that the injured could infect the Federation's camps?
Weren't the Venomous Insect Shamans of the Brown Rebels a little too vicious?
"Is there any way to save them?" Mofan asked.
"It's going to be difficult. There are a few hundred species of insects in the Andes Mountains that are highly poisonous. Even if we were to diagnose them based on their symptoms, it would take us a few days to come up with a diagnosis, "Mubai shook his head.
As a matter of fact, the moment the idiotic medic brought the poisoned patients into the camp, many of the injured were already infected.
"The venom is a few times smaller than ordinary mosquitoes and flies. Even when they are gathered together, they look no different than dust."
"Normal people won't be affected by it, but the injured are basically giving the infected a way to invade their bodies."
"They will fly out from the wounds of the poisoned soldiers and look for fresh and uninfected wounds. As long as the wounds are bleeding, they can easily burrow into the wounds …"
Mubai kept looking around as he spoke.
There were more than a thousand injured in Camp No. 3. If the wounds had already scabbed over, they might be able to resist the venom, but those who were still bleeding or had exposed muscles were basically infected.
Mubai estimated that in less than an hour, everyone in the camp would show symptoms similar to being poisoned by the venom. They would be covered in rashes, like ants crawling all over their bodies.
"Even you can't save them?" Mofan asked.
"Unless there's a Parthenon Maid around, it's almost impossible for the poisoned soldiers to survive," Mubai said.
"There are at least five or six thousand people in Camp No. 1 to Camp No. 6, right?" Mofan said.
"Mm, the Venomous Insect Shamans have kept these people alive to infect the injured soldiers at the rear, so they won't be able to participate in the war," Mubai said in a deep voice.
On the battlefield, anyone would do anything to eliminate the enemy.
Initially, the Magic Association had placed a lot of restrictions on the Undead Element, Poison Element, and Curse Element, and strictly supervised the Mages of these Elements.
However, they were currently in the midst of a World War, and there were no laws or magic conventions. Therefore, those black magic that was prohibited by the laws and regulations appeared one after another.
"If the wounded are all dead, I'm afraid that not many people in the Federation will have the courage to go back to the battlefield, right?" Mofan said.
Five to six thousand injured people obviously couldn't affect the overall situation.
However, due to the mass poisoning of the injured and dying in their own camp, the panic caused by this was enough to crush the fighting spirit of an entire army.
"I've fought against a few Venomous Insect Shamans on the hill. They are indeed terrifying if they show up on the battlefield," Mubai said.
…
Mubai had asked the medical officer to set up an isolation circle to slow down the spread of the poison. However, what had happened had happened.
After more than an hour, many soldiers in the concentration camp had rashes on their bodies.
These rashes were neither painful nor itchy. Many soldiers who were resting did not even notice these symptoms on their skin.
But the red rashes that looked like ants kept expanding and spreading.
When the rashes were concentrated on a certain area of the skin, they would turn into a purple-colored pus. It started off as a silver coin, but soon grew to the size of a palm.
It was then when the pain started. The itching and stinging kept increasing. The soldiers kept wanting to scratch with something, or even cut their flesh off with a knife!
The poison spread first in the other concentration camps for the injured. Concentration camp No. 3 was a little slower, but it did not stop the poison from spreading among the injured.
Cries of agony filled the place.
It was only a concentration camp for the injured at first, but it had turned into a shelter for the sick after an hour or two. The stench was so pungent that it was difficult to breathe.
Not to mention the thousands of people who had witnessed the horrible symptoms on their skin!
…
An emergency meeting was held.
Mofan, Zhao Manyan, and Mubai followed Lt. Colonel Mason and Brigadier General Blair into the green tent.
The general with a face full of wrinkles stood inside the green tent. His face was ashen.
The other Commanders sat on both sides of the tent. There were more than ten of them. They lowered their heads and remained silent. The defeat on the main battlefield had caused them to lose confidence.
Besides, something so terrifying had happened in the concentration camp.
"It's not entirely our fault, Lieutenant General. We only had a day to prepare for the battle. We are already short on medical personnel, let alone an advanced Herbalist who can cure the poison, "Brigadier General Blair said.
"Are you trying to shirk the responsibility now?" the Lieutenant General snapped.
"We never thought the Brown Rebels would convince the Venomous Insect Shamans to work for them."
"A few thousand people have died in the concentration camp. We can't even keep the news under wraps. Not many people are willing to fight the Venomous Insect Shamans again."
The Venomous Insect Shamans had shrouded the entire Federation Army in a poisonous mist.
Everyone knew that anyone who came into contact with the poison of the Venomous Insect Shamans would die on the battlefield.
Who would dare to fight against the Venomous Insect Shamans?
"Let's find a place to bury them, so the morale of the soldiers won't be shaken," a vicious Commander said.
"The morale of the soldiers is already shaken. If we do something like this again, the morale of the soldiers will collapse!" Brigadier General Blair said.
Mofan and the others were just subordinates, so they had no right to speak.
However, Mofan was a little disappointed when he saw the leaders of the Federation Army failing to come up with a proper plan after such a long discussion.
Even though the main force of the Federation Army was stationed in the east, the soldiers they had gathered to fight back against the Federation Army were too weak.
"We have to take out the Venomous Insect Shamans. We have to send out a strong army to eliminate them. Otherwise, the soldiers won't be willing to come any further," Brigadier General Blair said.
"Do we even need you to tell us that? If we had someone who could take out the Venomous Insect Shamans, we wouldn't have been forced to retreat!" the Commander who wanted to bury the dead said.
The Commanders were very loud. It felt like a bunch of people were cursing at one another in the blue tent.
At the same time, a group of people walked in from outside the green tent. They were wearing clothes that were different from their military uniforms, which made them look gorgeous and bright.
Mofan looked at them and was surprised to see they were wearing the uniform of the Aorus Sacred Institute.
"Oh, you are finally here. We are in trouble, and we need your help," the wrinkled Vice Commander said with a smile.
"We are an institution, after all. We don't have any political conflicts." The one who stepped into the green tent was a woman. Judging from her attire, she should be a magic professor.
Mofan had never seen the female professor before. He was unfamiliar with the students she was with, too.
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