Chapter 223: (Self Edited) Battle of the Crusaders* (1)
On June 19th, in the fallen city of Mital, Angelica Sacrament rode her horse frantically.
9 days had passed since the Battle of Hot Bridge, and sporadic cases of smallpox had begun to emerge among the entire army and their numbers were rapidly increasing. Thus, Angelica had been ordered by the Grand Marshal Epitaph to deal with the situation.
‘Smallpox spreads through contact.’
It was common knowledge, so conveniently, they were isolated in a region of the fallen Mital.
Angie’s orders were not to treat them, of course. It was to manage the spread of infection. So, Angie, accompanied by several aides, roamed the entire army as a special envoy.
“Hey, are you Kutchin?” (Angelica)
Angelica finally found the man at a camp of the Flusha Kingdom after searching all day. It was almost dusk.
“Yes? That’s me.” (Kutchin)
At that moment, Kutchin was amputating the arm of someone whose wound had become gangrenous. It was a common sight on the battlefield. The limbs were bound to stop the bleeding, stitched up, and even after bleeding, the color still did not return, and they were rotting. Therefore, the only option was to amputate them. Otherwise, the rotting blood would take their life. However, his suturing technique was sloppy, and she didn’t think he was a skilled doctor.