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Chapter 834 Couldn't be an epidemic?

As soon as these words came out, most of the spectators ran away, and went to line up for exercises as usual.

Only more than 20 Xianbei people stayed, still shouting loudly, shouting:
"It must be these Han people who killed him, killing him for his life, let them pay for his life!"

Xie Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked at the most yelling Xianbei man, and asked:
"Which gang are you from? Are you from this gang?"

"No! But we are in the same military town as Sha Wei, and now that he is dead, we must seek justice for him, it is absolutely impossible to just let it go!"

Xie Yuan frowned, and said coldly:
"If there is any injustice, I will uphold justice for him. If necessary, I will send someone to notify you to come and question. Now, let me say again, except for those who were with the deceased and those who lived in the same tent, you can stay. Come on, the rest leave quickly!"

Xie Yuan's scolding voice was obviously angry, and as soon as the words came out, he ran away again.

But when the leader saw this, he was obviously not reconciled, and shouted at those hesitant people with an incitement:

"Can't leave, can't leave, they are all Han Chinese, if they leave, I'm afraid the evidence will be destroyed, and people will die in vain! We must watch, we must watch!"

Xie Yuan sneered when he heard that, and decisively ordered to the soldiers behind him:

"Come here, this person doesn't obey the general's orders, picks quarrels and stirs up trouble, drags him down and beats him with a military stick twenty times!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, two soldiers responded, got off their horses, walked over, stopped the man's resistance two or three times, pushed him to the ground, and dragged him away for execution.

Seeing this, the rest of the people didn't dare to delay any longer, and ran away immediately.

There were only a dozen or so Han Chinese who were in the same group as the deceased, standing aside in fear, seemingly at a loss, without making a sound.

Xie Yuan glanced at them, turned over and got off the horse, walked up to them, glanced into the gap of the tent, and saw a person lying upright inside, on the innermost bunk, it was nothing like sleeping different.

"What's going on?" Xie Yuan glanced at them sharply and asked.

The gang leader stood up and said:

"Commander...we really don't know what's going on. It's about to go out early in the morning. When we saw that he didn't move, we realized that he was dead. It really has nothing to do with us."

The rest of the people also yelled out, full of grievances, and said:

"Yes."

"Yeah, it was fine yesterday, there was nothing wrong with it, now we can't tell what to say, those barbarians must think that this person was killed by us."

Xie Yuan's fierce eyes swept over their faces one by one, and then said to Zhao Nianyou:

"Go and call the general doctor for an autopsy."

"Yes."

Zhao Nianyou arranged for someone to go, Xie Yuan went straight into the tent and looked around.

It's just a very common camp tent for one guy, fifteen people live together, all kinds of utensils are placed in place according to the rules, the bunks are flat, and the quilts of other people have already been folded, obviously after everyone is up and ready , ready to line up, had no choice but to call that Xianbei man.

Xie Yuan frowned, and there was some resentment in his heart. In this situation, if you say that there is no isolation, it must be impossible.

She lifted her robe, squatted down, first reached out to touch the man's breath, and then checked the pulse on his neck, and found that the man was already cold, and finally confirmed that he was indeed dead.

She stood up, feeling a little heavy.

There were fifteen people in a group, only one Xianbei, and now he died suddenly. If it is not handled properly, it will be very easy for people to make a fuss and incite hatred.

At this time, the military doctor trotted into the tent with the medicine box in hand, bent his body and called out with a hippie smile:
"Commander."

Military doctors are the only unit in this barracks that doesn't need to be assessed, and what they want is someone who is old and has experience in wound treatment.

Xie Yuan was really not in the mood, he took a step back with a cold face, and said:

"Try it."

The barracks answered yes, and put the medicine box on the ground, went to the side of the corpse, lifted the quilt, and checked it carefully.

Xie Yuan stood behind him and watched, and saw that he took off the clothes of the corpse, inspected from the scalp to the feet, looked and touched back and forth, inspected many sides, and saw the expression on his face getting worse and worse. The more confused, Xie Yuan's mood became heavier.

Sure enough, until the horn sounded outside again, half an hour of morning exercises had passed before the military doctor stood up, and said to Xie Yuan with some embarrassment:

"Well, Commander, it seems... It wasn't poisoned or injured, it might just be a sudden death from illness."

"Like?" Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked.

The military doctor hurriedly bowed his body and added cautiously: "...he just died of a sudden illness."

"What disease?" Xie Yuan asked again.

"Uh...he didn't seek medical treatment from me before he was alive, and now everyone is dead, no one knows. Anyway, he didn't show any signs of poisoning, and he didn't have any injuries on his body. He didn't die of illness, how else could he die? of?" the military doctor said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"It's not a disease, is it?"

"I can't, I can't, how can the epidemic be so sudden, and everyone with him is fine."

When Xie Yuan heard this, his brows relaxed, and he felt a little relieved.Immediately, he ordered people to collect the corpse and transfer it to another tent alone, and wait for the results of the autopsy to be announced in the whole camp before burial.

When he walked out of the tent, Xie Yuan looked at the dozen or so people standing in line at the door, and saw them all standing with their eyes downcast and their hands down, without the initial panic on their faces, as if they felt that the matter was over.

Xie Yuan's anger rose again, and he stopped in front of them, cursing coldly:

"You live in the same tent with him, and you don't know until he dies, is this normal?!"

Everyone's expressions were loose, and their expressions were different, but they still didn't say a word.

Xie Yuan put one hand on the saber at his waist, walked slowly back and forth in front of them, and said:
"How many times have I said it, almost to the point that I told you to regard him as your comrade-in-arms, take care of each other, and only when you go to the battlefield can you save each other's lives? You all take my words as deaf ears?!"

Xie Yuan's voice was not loud, but his tone was like a knife's edge. Several people trembled in fright, and the team leader said:
"Commander, it's not us, it's not that we deliberately ignored him, it's that he doesn't talk to us, so can we catch up?"

Unexpectedly, Xie Yuan immediately said:

"You have to catch up! You are the gang leader, and the gang leader is the officer who leads a group of people. It is your responsibility to resolve conflicts and unite with the gang. Otherwise, what would you do?!"

Everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to say anything anymore.

Xie Yuan thought helplessly: Now that everyone is dead, what's the use of talking about it.So he restrained his anger and scolded:
"Go to training!" He left with a cold face.

(End of this chapter)