In a chaotic world of infrastructure development, a woman's path to survival after being reborn

There is currently no antidote available; we can only focus on prevention and treatment for now.

Mo Nan was also worried about this, so when he heard Su Li's words, he immediately agreed happily, his tone extremely excited.

Soldiers are all wearing armor, so it should be difficult for them to be scratched. The main danger areas are the arms and the backs of the hands, where they are easily scratched. Therefore, the protective gear to be made is mainly for the arms.

After thinking for a while, Su Li had a general idea. She sketched out the basic shape of a set of protective gear on the paper.

Looking at the protective gear in her hand, Su Li nodded in satisfaction, then called Mo Bei and asked him to send it to the craftsmen so that they could work through the night to make it.

Mo Bei took the design drawing, glanced at it carefully, and then put it into his pocket, nodding in agreement.

"The details of this protective gear are not perfect enough. Let the craftsmen do it according to their own ideas, and don't be too rigid," Su Li instructed.

Upon hearing this, Mo Bei nodded and then strode out.

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Five days later, Zhao Zexuan and his group arrived near Wucheng. They were hiding in the shadows under the cover of the bushes, quietly observing the movements outside the city.

Because the group already knew the consequences of being scratched by the poisoned person, they were very careful along the way. However, this had an obvious drawback: the journey was twice as slow.

Looking at the refugees lingering near Wucheng and the people patrolling the city walls, many generals looked grim. They were now certain that it was all the work of the people inside.

"General, they never intended for those civilians to live from the beginning. They treated them as experimental subjects," a soldier said indignantly, looking at the scene before him.

Zhao Zexuan looked towards the city not far away, where a "cat-walking" drama was unfolding. Many refugees were rolling on the ground in pain, while the people on the city wall watched all this with smiles.

"Want the antidote? If you do, kowtow to us a few times, and maybe we can give you some," the man on the city wall said casually.

Upon hearing this, the refugees, who were tormented by the poison and looked neither human nor ghost, immediately knelt down before them, pleading earnestly.

Seeing this, the generals and soldiers present were furious and wished they could immediately step forward and beat them up.

"General, should we attack the city now? We've rested enough," a general said impatiently.

Hearing this, Zhao Zexuan shook his head and said, "No rush. We don't know the situation inside yet. Let's find out the situation first before we take action."

Although anxious, the generals who heard this could only remain still, frowning as they looked at the tragic scene ahead.

At night, in the dead of night, when the soldiers were all resting with their eyes closed, a sound of footsteps came, and the footsteps grew closer and closer.

Some alert generals immediately awoke and quietly picked up their weapons, heading towards the source of the footsteps.

Zhao Zexuan was also awake at this moment. He watched the generals' actions with a furrowed brow and remained silent.

The footsteps grew closer, but stopped just before they appeared. Just as the generals thought the other side had noticed them, a familiar voice rang out.

"It's me, I've finally caught up with you all," Mo Nan said, panting.

Upon hearing this, many generals breathed a sigh of relief and put away their weapons, but they still did not put them down.

Mo Nan, sensing that the killing intent had subsided, immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly called for his men to follow, continuing their advance.

After a while, Mo Nan and his group appeared before the crowd. Seeing that they were all familiar faces, the generals present lowered their guard and put down their weapons.

Seeing that everyone present was one of their own, Mo Nan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Thank goodness, thank goodness, we finally arrived before you attacked the city. We haven't stopped working at all these days."

Upon hearing this, and seeing the carts piled up behind Mo Nan, many generals asked, "What's going on? What's on these carts?"

Hearing the generals' questions, Mo Nan raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "Of course it's good stuff, otherwise I wouldn't have brought it specially."

This piqued everyone's curiosity. Several generals stepped forward, removed the burlap covering the cart, and stared at the object before them with puzzled expressions, asking, "What is this?"

Zhao Zexuan felt relieved after hearing Mo Nan's voice and ignored him, but he couldn't help but step forward out of curiosity and ask, "What is this?"

Upon hearing the question, Mo Nan didn't dare to delay. He quickly took out a set of protective gear from the cart, put it on his hand as an example, and said, "This is protective gear that Madam specially had made to protect our arms and the backs of our hands from being scratched by those who are sick."

Upon hearing this, everyone present lit up and quickly took it in their hands to examine it.

After inspecting it thoroughly, the generals said with delight, "Is the material of this protective gear the same as the weapons we have? It's not bulky to wear and won't affect our movements."

Upon hearing this, Mo Nan immediately nodded and said, "It's the same. I tried it out as soon as it was made, and it won't affect my daily activities."

I was worried about getting scratched by those people when I came into contact with them. These days I've been feeling very restricted. But now, with this protective gear, I don't have to worry about anything anymore. This will be a great help for the operation ahead.

"General, with this protective gear, we no longer need to be timid in our actions," a general said excitedly to Zhao Zexuan.

Zhao Zexuan thought so too. He also felt that the protective gear was very useful, but he was worried about Lingcheng, so he asked, "Has the message been sent back? What is the current situation in the city?"

At this point, Mo Nan recounted the current situation in Lingcheng in detail, explaining that the news wasn't something he had brought back, but rather something that had actually happened.

Upon hearing this, the other generals hissed and then asked, "General, do you think the King of Wu deliberately let these poisoned people out, or has he already lost control of the situation?"

Zhao Zexuan was also pondering this point. No matter what the reason was for King Wu, the final result would not be good. He suspected that these poisoned people were not only in Lingcheng, but may have appeared in other places as well.

"We'll find out the specific reason soon enough. Before we find out the reason, everyone should refrain from taking any rash actions," Zhao Zexuan instructed.

The generals understood this, and they all nodded in agreement, promising not to act without authorization.

After a long period of observation, the generals discovered a pattern: those who were poisoned experienced more frequent symptoms during the day and fewer symptoms at night. Therefore, after unanimous discussion, they decided to wait until nightfall before taking action.