Griffith was quickly attracted by the article on the front page and read it carefully.
“...Prevention work is also very important. Eradication of snails, management of manure accumulation and elimination of eggs, protection of water safety and personal prevention of infection must be comprehensively planned, comprehensive measures must be taken, and carried out in a planned and step-by-step manner.
"In the past few years, Qiming County has launched a vigorous campaign to fill old ditches, open new ditches, eliminate snails, and treat patients. 517 old ditches have been filled in for the purpose of killing snails, with a total length of more than 310,000 meters.
More than 2 million cubic meters of soil were collected, 119 new ditches were dug with a total length of 156,000 meters, and more than 1 million cubic meters of soil were excavated.
"The whole county used various methods such as shoveling grass and fertilizer to eliminate snails in house foundations, wall bases, tree stems, and stone bridge gaps. After two years of hard work, the people of Qiming Town took the lead in eliminating snails, the cause of schistosomiasis. Soon after,
The whole county achieved decisive victory in the battle against snails.
"This is a real war that combines public health campaigns with mass movements. While preventing and controlling blood-sucking worms, new water conservancy projects were built, killing two birds with one stone.
“We can also see from this the power of the masses. If we mobilize the masses, we will be invincible!
"Mr. Carter suffered from schistosomiasis and his belly was as big as a drum. His family prepared a thin coffin for him, but he was saved and became the town secretary and model worker.
"Beilun Village was originally a large village with more than 50 households and more than 500 people. However, due to schistosomiasis, only 4 children and 48 widows were left. It was called a 'widow village'. Ms. Emma was one of the widows.
.Of the four remaining children in the village, two are her children, but she herself is in the late stage of schistosomiasis. Now, not only has she cured the disease, but she has also watched her children get married and start a business, and the family has regenerated into one.
A big family of 12 people.
"Build water conservancy projects, fill up ravines, and eradicate the breeding grounds of schistosomiasis. Doctors sent by the People's Committee to diagnose illnesses for citizens, and Knight Roland personally came here to direct the battle. Oncomelania were eliminated, and a criss-crossing water conservancy and irrigation system was established to expand
The area of cultivated land is 1,500 acres, and the irrigation area has been improved to more than 3,000 acres; thousands of sick people have been treated and restored to health. Those who used to "just want to rest when they pick up a hoe" have now become "work all day long.
The more you work, the more energetic you become.'
"Under the guidance of Knight Roland and the People's Committee, Qiming County has become a large granary of fertile fields. Food-deficient areas have become food-surplus areas, and poor households have become wealthy households..."
Griffith tapped the newspaper. This situation felt somewhat familiar.
During the battle in Raven, he once thought of mobilizing grassroots militiamen, landlords, innkeepers, businessmen, housewives and children to conduct investigations and uncover cultists who might be hiding in the neighborhoods.
This job was far beyond his capabilities, and eventually evolved into intimidating citizens through rumors and gathering them to stop the spread of infection. Let the illiterate, poor and timid civilians work towards a common goal
As for action, just thinking about such a thing makes Griffith dizzy.
Judging from the results, the infection in Raven's lower city was indeed under control. This was the basis for Griffith to rely on the materials and manpower there to attack the cult group's lair. Although deception was used, the situation was changed.
If Lourdes or Erza were there, they would probably not be as good as Griffith.
He is actually very proud of this result. Until now...
Roland's work in Qiming Town was carried out openly. He mobilized the residents in the territory and used the simplest landfill and water conservancy projects to accomplish things that batches of extraordinary people had not been able to accomplish. Those Beyelan wizards who knew the inside story
They must not be able to accept this reality in their hearts, so even though schistosomiasis has been eradicated in Qiming County, they are not willing to say a few good words in newspapers and periodicals.
Illiterate poor people accomplished things that even powerful men with extraordinary power could not do.
Griffith had an inexplicable impulse. The cause of this desolate border touched his heartstrings, causing indescribable passion and heroism to surge out.
He vaguely felt that he was also a participant and witness in this war to eliminate vampires, and that he was a member of a brave and unstoppable group.
He even had a strange hallucination from his heart, a door that had been sealed for a long time was cracking open.
At this time, Roland knocked on the door and walked into the conference room. He saw Griffiths who was thoughtful, and then glanced at the title of "Sending the God of Plague" on the newspaper in his hand.
Griffith raised his head, and at that moment, the two people's eyes met, and he seemed to see some familiar and exciting scene.
This brief illusion passed in a flash, and a man in a gray uniform came in closely behind the knight. He raised his right hand, made a strange salute to Roland in his ear, and reported loudly: "Comrade Chairman of the People's Committee, combat troops
The assembly has been completed, please give instructions."
"Move to the predetermined position and expand," Roland stood up and said to Griffith, "Come on."
"What?" Griffith stood up hastily.
"Pack your weapons, hurry up, if you hurry up, we can still catch up with the opening of the Wall of Sighs."
Wall of Sighs? What is this? Griffith was attracted by this powerful name that exuded sadness and loneliness. He felt like it was a manifestation of some kind of divine power in the world. There was something happening next to this Wall of Sighs.
Could it be related to some powerful mysterious force?
Fight, there must be a dangerous battle threatening here!
The general course on occult science has said that in the remote forests of the border areas, there are a large number of strange creatures living. They may have been peaceful for thousands of years, but suddenly one day a mysterious existence will pollute the water sources and grassland, and will
The creatures that inhabit the land lead to madness and mutation.
…
Griffith followed Knight Roland as he left the administrative center and headed northeast, arriving at an empty valley.
The location here is easy to identify. As long as you cross this valley, you will be on the south bank of the vast Tulan Marsh. Hidden in the dark shrubs and forests are ancient ruins and many relics. After repeated searches by the elf sentries and rangers, they have been
Most of the threats have been driven away, leaving behind a large number of ruins, buildings and texts that need to be explored further. It is an ideal place for occult research.
After arriving here, Griffith was basically able to confirm that Knight Roland was indeed helping him. If he had not been expelled from the elven colony, he would be here with his companions in the next few days.
At the ferry crossing, we met with the guides and hired workers and headed to the Bellomont ruins to start an investigation.
Here stands a wall, which is as gray as the town. Huge rocks are stacked together and tightly glued with gray material, three meters high, one meter wide, and more than one kilometer long.
The city wall extends all the way to the eastern hillside, guarding farmland, mines and towns behind it. However, there is still an obvious gap near the swamp that has not yet been completed.
"We once built a complete wall, well, for a while," Knight Roland said with some regret. "Unfortunately, the foundation near the swamp was not stable, and the western end of the Wall of Sighs collapsed."
With such a powerful name as the Wall of Sighs, it still collapsed... Griffith cursed in his heart.
However, his mutterings were quickly driven away by the sight in front of him.
A group of armed people without military uniforms came from a distance and gradually appeared in front of the two people. These people who looked like soldiers lined up in neat lines, just like a well-trained army. No one in the team had any
Helmets, half wore breastplates and carried three-meter long spears on their shoulders, while the other half carried pitch-black pipes.
Judging from their expressions and queues, these black pipes should be some kind of iron weapons, at least judging from the iron content, they shouldn't be weaker than spears.
There were more than 800 people in this team, and the big man in the lead, holding the flag with his fist pointed at the stars, turned out to be a subordinate of the Knight Roland next to him.
Griffith was a little surprised that a border knight could afford such a large force near such a barren swamp.
These militiamen were divided into four columns and advanced along their respective roads. In the gaps between the columns, there were several small teams pushing an unseen two-wheeled carriage. There was a dark and deep iron pipe between the huge wheels of the carriage, which was carried on the shoulders of the militiamen.
The iron rod is somewhat similar, but the size is enlarged more than ten times.
Although their pace was not fast, they moved very smoothly. They traveled smoothly through the rugged hills and ravines without any obstruction between them. The seemingly heavy carriage flowed smoothly through the flow of people, and encountered depressions and water.
Someone immediately laid out planks of wood and poured sand and gravel into the pond, and they actually followed the walking queue.
As the team approached, Griffith could already see the details. The army rolled in from the direction of the fields. They were dressed simply, but very neatly starched. Although most of the marching militiamen looked nervous, none of them looked nervous.
The noise is as quiet and coordinated as a precise clock.
Roland reined in his horse and stopped to admire the army quietly, with admiration and contentment in his eyes. Then, he raised his whip and pointed at the gap in the gray wall in the distance, and asked Griffith:
"I heard that Sir Brandon retreated the rebels to the west and stopped the corpse tide from the east. What do you think when you look at our team in Qiming Town today?"
Griffith didn't know how to answer for a while. Although he had served in the Eastern Army, fought with the kingdom's border guards, noble private armies, and commanded city defense troops and militia, the team in front of him had unprecedented characteristics.
The temperament I have seen.
They seemed to have no fighting experience, most of them were not fierce, and they were not tall and strong. Among the hundreds of people, there was almost no psychic aura of extraordinary beings. Naturally, they could not be compared with the elite soldiers of humans, elves, and orcs.
However, it is obviously wrong to say that they are a mob. From the broken plains of the west to the mountain tops of the extreme east, no militia or city defense army can be as orderly and strict as the army in front of them. The silence seems to contain immeasurable power.
.
"Just watching their march, you can feel the difference." Griffith replied.
"Yes, very discerning." Roland laughed and cast his gaze towards the gap under the gray wall. A militia team of 800 people passed by the two of them and slowed down slowly in column.
At this time, smoke and dust were rising in the valley in the distance, and a real murderous intention and ferocity invaded the bones. Griffith was shocked and hurriedly looked up, only to see hundreds of people in the swamps and hills in the distance.
The huge figures gathered and roared, attacking towards the gray wall.
Beast tide?! How could there be a beast tide?
"I forgot to tell you, there have been unexplained anomalies in the swamp recently. Many mutant beasts have emerged from the forest and want to attack nearby towns," Roland said calmly, "We have to stop them under the Wall of Sighs.
"
At this time, the Qiming Town militia had just arrived but had not yet formed their formation. The attack of the Warcraft was unexpectedly stuck at such a critical point! Griffith looked at Knight Roland in surprise and found that he did not care at all.
However, in less than a quarter of an hour, the tide of beasts will run over the militiamen! These more than 800 people have not set up positions or dug the most basic trench walls, how can they withstand it!
"Your Excellency Roland, the beast tide is approaching fiercely. Please shrink your troops and form a formation behind the Wall of Sighs." Griffith hesitated for a moment, then seriously suggested.
"Oh, it doesn't matter." Roland shook his head indifferently, "If you can't handle this, it will be in vain."
What? What are you talking about? Griffith found that he could not understand the other person's thoughts once again. However, just when he gritted his teeth and prepared to step forward to stop the time, a shocking scene happened.
Different flags were suddenly erected among the four columns advancing to the gap, and bright drumbeats immediately sounded in the ranks. Then, the flags stopped like a bearing hub, and the militiamen following behind slowed down.
At the same time, the militiamen in the center and end of the column began to accelerate.
The fragmented column that was divided in the ravine rotated freely to the left and right in the blink of an eye, like a deep-sea octopus extending its tentacles in all directions.
The tense-looking militiamen followed the rhythm of the drums and smoothly transformed from columns to horizontal formations. Three rows of horizontal formations holding black iron rods spread out toward the front, while two rows of spearmen followed steadily behind them. They were formed in just five minutes.
Five neat rows of battle lines stood in the gap in the gray wall.
Ah, this! Griffith was shocked by the militia's quick maneuvers and smooth turns.
Is this a militia?
The six carriages in the team moved towards both sides of the battle line, and did not stop until they reached both ends of the queue. The carriage drivers and auxiliary soldiers took out cloth bags one by one, stuffed black particles into the black tubes with thick wooden sticks, and then filled them again.
Black balls.
Some people with unique emblems in the team raised their signal flags and turned to look in Roland's direction.
The rapid drum beat suddenly stopped, and the gray army was once again placed in silence and silence, but there seemed to be some kind of heart-stopping whirlpool surging in the silent air.
The beast tide was already covered in astonishing smoke and dust, howling and approaching a distance of four hundred meters. Griffith could even vaguely see their terrifying red eyes and the flickering light on their terrifying claws.
Roland rode forward, glanced at his subordinates, raised his whip and pointed it straight ahead, "Reliable comrades, please speak!"