Chapter 529: Today is still a day of working hard for war (please subscribe)
[Humpback Whale] took her passengers, rode the wind and waves on the sea, and went through a circle like the boss. In addition to showing her combat power, she also showed some other abilities:
"A large marine creature is approaching quickly! Three o'clock direction, within 5 kilometers of..."
In the captain's cabin, a long, thin copper pipe with trumpet-shaped ends leads directly to the bottom of the third deck. At the front of the deck, a magician sits attentively, staring at the five-foot-wide and three-foot-high light in front of him.
screen, constantly reporting:
"At five o'clock, there are marine creatures approaching quickly! They are medium-sized and number more than 20. The energy level... is initially estimated to be level 4, and the leader is level 5! Contact is expected in 30 minutes!"
"12 o'clock direction..."
The magician's voice reached the captain's room through the copper pipes, and the instructions from the captain's room were also transmitted to various cabins through other copper pipes. The sailing crew, the gunnery commander, and the fighting captain each performed their duties. Half an hour later, they accurately greeted
Got caught by invading sea creatures.
On board the Humpback Whale, 108 cannons opened fire, dyeing the sea water bright red.
"...So we have to fight all the way back?"
After two consecutive battles, the dwarf elder couldn't help but raise questions. The barbarian elder Brock nodded aside:
As a race that also comes from the Black Gate giants and shares common ancestors and legends, they have the same attitude towards fighting. They are not afraid of fighting, but they absolutely hate unnecessary indiscriminate killing.
The reason is simple. In a barren land like the Great Wilderness, if you ask too much from nature in the first year, you will definitely go hungry in the second year!
"Ah, please don't worry." Knight Delock smiled and made a gesture. Around the third gun deck, portholes opened one after another, and the sailors were placing some alchemy equipment along the deck:
"As you can see, the alchemical potion [Fabouti's Curse] can lure marine creatures to attack and contaminate the warship, greatly weakening its combat effectiveness. The disadvantage is that this alchemical potion does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. But now, we already have a quick
Way to eliminate this potion!"
The distinguished guests quieted down. The attack on the Glorious Holy See fleet was discussed before. A very important part was to use [Fabouti's Curse] to contaminate the enemy ships and weaken their combat effectiveness. It must be weakened to a certain extent before a general attack can be launched.
However, this thing does not distinguish between friend and foe! By then, every ship will be contaminated, will everyone be able to go back?
What I want to demonstrate to you now is the process of quickly eliminating the agent. The battleship continued to sail away, and sure enough, from morning to noon, and from noon to evening, fewer and fewer sea beasts gathered.
In full view of everyone, in less than two days and two nights, the contaminating effect of [Fabouti's Curse] had completely disappeared.
"Looks pretty good..."
"The effect is great!"
"In this case, the feasibility will be improved again..."
After verifying the effectiveness of the parliamentary method, the bosses went back to the VIP cabin and immersed themselves in discussions.
The guests, who were of lower rank and were not qualified to hear about the battle plan, were rushing around the boat, carrying fishing rods, shaping fishing reels, spreading fishing nets, and trying various ways to play.
As for Gretel...
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious! Line up and come one by one! Name, age, combat level, occupation"
A row of test tube racks was lined up in front of him. [Mage's Trick] Shaping, 5*4 racks, four of them were lined up at once. Obviously, 80 people's samples were to be taken today.
There is a glass box on the left hand side, with sterilized needles sealed one by one; on the right hand side there is a sharps box, where used needles are stored. Serira is sitting on his left hand, writing quickly, writing a label, and affixing a test tube, all at once.
Hand it to Grete
The whole process is the same as the blood collection office of the physical examination center.
In fact, it was also blood collection. The sailors who were not on duty lined up in a long line, with their sleeves rolled up to their upper arms, exposing their elbows. They crowded around and whispered to each other:
"Really useful?"
"It's really useful! Didn't you see it that day? Knight Entre was so seriously injured that he recovered after being transfused with several bottles of blood!"
"Yes! If we are injured and the bishop cannot cure it, we have to rely on ourselves! If we know the blood type, we may have an extra life!"
"Then...will we be forced to give blood to the Lord Knight?"
"Hey! Each of the sailors who donated blood that day got a gold coin, a gold coin! A gold coin can be exchanged for a needle of blood, wouldn't you agree?"
"But what if I can't get the money?"
"You're stupid! What's more important, life or money? It's not like anyone's blood can be transfused. Which officer has the same blood type as you? Even if he helps you with blood transfusion, he still won't help you when he's in danger?"
"Besides, Sir Knight recovers quickly, and if someone can stand up to the battle, we can survive a few more times. Transfusing each other's blood is good for everyone!"
Gretel allowed these comments to pass by his ears, working with single-minded concentration. He took a labeled label, raised his head to ask for the name, and checked. Then he picked up a needle, connected it to the vine, and let the other end of the vine extend into the test tube.
Pass it to the right:
On the right, Bishop Ampton took it over cautiously and began to operate it.
Tie a tourniquet and ask the person whose blood is being drawn to make a fist. Wipe the skin clean with an alcohol cotton ball, press it with your fingertips, look for blood vessels, and insert a needle.
"Ouch, it hurts! Be gentle! Look, there's no blood coming out of the tube! You stabbed it crookedly again!"
"Sorry, I'll do it again..."
Bishop Ampton smiled sheepishly, threw a small wound on the stabbed area, and continued working. Grete stood by and watched, only occasionally giving a few words:
"Pay attention to the angle of the needle! It is 30 degrees to the skin!"
"After inserting, lay the needle flat, move it forward at a 5° angle, and enter the vein!"
"After confirming that the blood vessel has been punctured, push it a little along the direction of the vein! It's less than half a knuckle long!"
"Hey, it's punctured! Withdraw the needle! Change the position and try again!"
If Grete had done it himself, the three of them would have finished the extraction. But there was no way he could stay on the ship forever. If he needed blood transfusions in the future, people on the ship would still have to do it.
Let’s teach the bishop a lesson first, and then let him slowly teach his assistants...
5 ml of blood flowed into the test tube, pulled out the needle, and pressed it with a cotton ball. Gretel took the test tube, threw an anticoagulant spell into it, inserted it into the test tube rack, next!
Take 80 samples every day, do 80 blood type tests, and get 80 results. Write it on a piece of cloth and give it to each sailor to keep it safe. Keep a record and file it and give it to Bishop Ampton, who is responsible for the blood transfusion.
When the time comes, you can order people according to the booklet...
Well, after the war, the battleship is more certain to quickly recover its combat effectiveness. I feel very good!
Of course, a blood test or something would not require 5 ml of blood. For the rest, Gretel confidently settled down and experimented with the [Identify Bloodline] spell on his own, drew pictures, and let the little snake taste it...
Today is still a day for accumulating samples.
It's still a day of no progress with the blood test magic.
It’s still a day to keep working hard!
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