This was the first weekend after the war between Ypres and Helworth. Carlos was sitting on a bench on the street, watching the newsboys spreading the news of Ipres' defeat everywhere, feeling unprecedented despair.

This is not because Carlos loves Yipur. After all, he has just crossed over and has no feelings for this country. It's just that the place where he just crossed over is fighting and losing. He just feels desperate about this fact and the result.

That's all.

And now Ypres is invaded by the Black Death. They may have just been exposed to this virus and don't know how terrible it is, but Carlos knows that it was a terrifying virus that killed most of the people in Europe in the last century, although because of Helworth's

Timely publicity has isolated the outside world from Yipur, but if this continues, Yipur may destroy the country.

To be honest, Carlos thought at first that the so-called Black Death and the Black Death in his world just happened to have the same name and the specific symptoms were different. But when he saw those corpses, Carlos understood that this

It’s the plague, the Black Death, the god of death that took away countless lives. Whether it’s lumps the size of eggs or even apples on the body or dense black spots on the body, these symptoms are all the same as what I know about the Black Death.

Exactly the same.

After thinking for a long time, Carlos stood up and walked towards the royal capital.

Compared with my own world, the sunshine here, or in Ipur, is much dimmer than that of my own world. The streets are very quiet, and no cries can be heard. The doors and windows of the houses on both sides are closed, like a dead city.

After experiencing the initial shock, people began to adapt to this frequent death. They learned to hold funerals silently, with tears falling on the bodies of children or other relatives without making a sound. Some people who lived alone died quietly by themselves.

At home, the corpses gave off a putrid smell, and unknown liquid seeped through the floor and flowed into other people's homes, but no one dared to touch those corpses. The god of death resided on the corpses, waiting for the life that came close to the corpses to use their own

The sickle ruthlessly harvested that person's life.

Carlos continued walking. The Royal Capital was not far from him. After turning a corner, he found the main road of the Royal Capital. The weeds on both sides of the road were growing crazily, even cracking the floor tiles, and their vines were densely entangled.

on human corpses.

The temperature got higher as he got closer to the royal capital. Carlos felt a layer of sweat oozing out from his body. The air was hot and humid, and corpses could be seen everywhere on the roadside. Carlos felt like he was covered in a layer of corpse oil.

The cracked tiles were covered with some bacterial colonies or blood left by the carriages that transported the corpses. Stepping on them made people feel sticky and nauseating.

As they were about to arrive at the Royal Capital, Carlos saw a rather luxurious carriage bumping by. The corpses on it were all dressed in gorgeous clothes. They were probably members of the Royal Capital. In the current situation, no one with any identity could resist this virus.

When the carriage passed by, the eyeballs of the corpse probably slipped off, and the wheels of the carriage crushed it directly, crushing a few fat maggots along the way.

"Who."

Arriving at the gate of the royal capital, a guard raised his shield and asked feebly.

"I am soldier Carlos Simpson. I have something to see the king." Carlos said.

The soldier seemed to be completely desperate about the current situation and opened the door without asking any further questions.

The royal capital was in a mess, with various books and papers scattered on the ground, chairs and tables overturned, and the entire royal capital was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Carlos paused and continued walking inside.

Walking to the parliament room, Carlos saw King Edgar Jameson sitting on the floor, with many bottles of wine lying around him.

"You are... a soldier, right?" the king said after seeing Carlos.

"Yes, my name is Carlos Simpson."

"It doesn't matter what your name is, young man." Edgar stood up holding his knees, "You just saw a carriage pulling a body out, right?"

"I saw it."

"That was the last member of our parliament." Edgar said with a smile for some reason, "The last member has died. The Black Death is still raging in the country, and other countries have cut off contact with our country.

Helworth even signed those treaties with us, leaving us no chance to turn around."

"It seems that Yipur is bound to die this time."

"No, it's not." Carlos said, "I have a way to make Yipur rise."

"Haha, don't be kidding..."

"Aren't you willing to give it a try? Don't you even dare to try the way to save the country? Then how dare you stamp your seal on the motion to invade Helworth?" Carlos snorted coldly.

I heard it myself in the military camp.

"...Tell me about the so-called plan that can save Yipur." Edgar said after a moment of silence.

"First of all, the problem of the Black Death must be solved." Carlos stepped forward and said, "I saw it. You just threw the corpses outside the city. That won't work. You must burn them, so that you can effectively kill the black plague on the corpses.

Death disease virus.”

"Then there's the protection work." As he spoke, Carlos picked up a piece of paper and a pen from the ground and started drawing on it. "People who transport and handle corpses must wear absolutely dense clothes, and they must also

Wear a mask.”

"What is a mask? A mask?"

"Don't you have a mask? Well, I'll tell you how to make this thing." Carlos paused and started to draw on it. "Use two layers of gauze with a layer of absorbent cotton sandwiched in the middle. The absorbent cotton can filter out the flies containing Yersinia pestis.

Foam can effectively block the invasion of viruses."

"are you sure.........."

"Listen to me!" Carlos yelled loudly. Edgar was startled, but he didn't say anything.

"People who are found to have symptoms of the Black Death must be isolated immediately. If they cannot be treated, they will be burned to death. Don't say anything else. Soldiers wearing protective clothing and masks must be arranged to search from house to house every day. Whenever a corpse is found, it will be burned. Every day

Everyone must be examined, including children." Carlos continued, "Then there is the eradication of rats. The Black Death is also called the plague. As the name suggests, it is a bacteria on rats, although the Black Death of Ypres should have come from the battlefield.

It was brought here, but it is not ruled out that the rats in the city may also carry the virus, so the rats must be exterminated. The corpses of rats and human corpses must be burned. You understand what I said.

?”

"Almost, but how do you know this? Are you sure this can end the Black Death?"
Chapter completed!