Chapter 880: Plague and taxation will make it impossible for them to fight!
The Streptomycin production work of the Magic Council is still vigorous and advancing with astonishing momentum.
Grow bacteria! Grow bacteria! Gather all the natural priests in Nevis to work hard to breed related bacteria!
Extract the bacterial fluid! React! Purify! Where is the transformation mage? Don’t be idle, don’t be in a daze!
Even the factory has increased its power. Those small boxes containing injections, small glass bottles, and those syringes and needles for injection are not produced by factories, but do they have to rely on Gretel's Mage Tower!
Of course, Grete himself still cheated and ran away instead of squatting in the bacteria room talking to bacteria every day.
There was no way, when it came time to be drafted, he just wiped his face and pretended that he was a mage...
In any case, after the production machines started rumbling, large quantities of pharmaceuticals were sent to the front line of the Netherlands.
In the military camp, the Duke of the Netherlands and the nobles, as well as the soldiers who were dying of typhoid fever, had tears in their eyes:
There is help!
There is help!
"The medicine is finally here! Quick, give Jimmy an injection!"
"And Taon! Taon can't survive it either!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, we have them all!" The magician who delivered the medicine unloaded two large boxes and found another iron box with strong packaging and complicated magic spells engraved on the surface:
"This time we brought 2,000 medicines... How many patients do you have here? 500? Enough, enough, enough for 4 times! Check the number with me quickly, I have to run to the next camp!"
He opened the iron box, and a cold mist rose, revealing 2,000 crystal clear glass vials. The crowd gathered around with a roar, and the magician waved vigorously:
"Spread out, spread out! Let the person who receives the goods come! I have to teach you how to use this thing first!"
How to absorb injection liquid, how to prepare powder into injection, how to select the point, how to inject...
The magician who delivered the goods was frothing at the mouth. He explained the instructions three times and took a picture of the operation instructions before letting the smart young men follow them. However, after one glance, he immediately exploded:
"You! Wash your hands! Who told you to touch the syringe without washing your hands?!"
Oh, I'm just so tired.
Although various problems arose during the operation, the arrival of a large number of pharmaceuticals was like rain, nourishing the thirsty military camp.
Within a few days, good news was frequently reported to the Duke of the Netherlands:
"Half of the patients in the wounded barracks have gone away from their fever!"
"There are only about 20 left and the fever has not gone away!"
"At Count William's side, the soldiers are more than half better!"
"The Count of Flanders asked if he could allocate some more medicine for the relatives of the soldiers."
The Duke of the Netherlands let out a long breath. No wonder the potions sent by the parliament were far more than the amount needed to treat the soldiers. It turned out that they had already planned for today:
The plague spreads among men and women, old and young, common people and nobles. If the warriors can still carry it with their strong physique, the common people will fall like wheat.
When there is no magic, potions, even magician's potions, will become their last hope.
These medicines, the potions for mixing medicines, glass bottles, and syringes all cost money to buy, and the price of each of them is not cheap.
However, compared to the value of a common person, a skilled craftsman is much cheaper!
"I can allocate 500 copies. If Count Flanders still needs it, he can order it in advance." The Duke said solemnly:
"Cash, using goods to offset the account, or signing a contract, any of them are fine. Anyway, he doesn't do business with that place twice..."
Only with the military can we have the strength to sustain it; only with the people can we have a steady supply of troops and supplies, and only with the hope of recovery after the war is over!
Buying, buying, buying, gritting one’s teeth to squeeze out the blood from the bone marrow, pinching one’s nose to buy. The poor resistance army’s healing power is not much in the first place:
Dozens of magicians, either raised by noble families or sent to the Holy See for training by their children, had no choice but to side with their families;
There have been a number of healers who have betrayed the Holy See and declared that "my magic comes directly from God", but the number is still not enough for most of them and they are only willing to wander among the people;
The healing potions I saved before the incident and the healing potions I bought from the Kingdom of Kent are almost used up again!
This small amount of healing power is usually insufficient to treat wounded soldiers. When the great plague comes, it is simply a drop in the bucket, and every drop of water is gone!
"Well, luckily there are new medicines supported by the council, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to survive... The healing power on the other side is so many times stronger than ours..."
On the opposite side, the Royal Army was also in dire straits. The commander of the Royal Army, the Duke of Flamengo, ran to the Inquisition’s camp once a day:
"Cardinal Gravela, Grand Magistrate Gravela, please, please send a few more bishops there! Even some priests! My soldiers, those pious young men, they are all dying.
Got it!"
"Your Majesty the Duke, we have tried our best." Grand Referee Gravela made a praying gesture with a face that was not angry but became even more majestic when angry:
"There are only so many bishops who can completely cure the plague. Among the priests and deacons, half of them are sick in bed. Or can you provide some supplies and we can have a big prayer?"
What a joke! The current healing power of the Inquisition is only enough to maintain the Black Cavalry itself and some of the higher-ups of the Royal Army. Want to cover the lower-level soldiers?
When did magical healing cover low-level soldiers?
"This..." Duke Flamengo hesitated. To provide supplies for large-scale prayers, this provision is not bread, milk, coffee, sugar cubes, etc., but magical supplies.
Sacred artifacts, sacred objects. At the very least, they must be large pieces of silver, not silver coins, but refined pure silver. Like charcoal, they are burned in large-scale magical arts...
Want to offer less?
Can!
In that case, what will be burned is the vitality and spiritual power of the person, and even the soul of the devout believer.
So why on the battlefield, that kind of large-scale magic is particularly effective and consumes much less than usual. On the one hand, it is because the spiritual will is unprecedentedly condensed in the war, and on the other hand, it is also because there are a large number of believers' souls that can be burned...
"I, I will urge the rear to provide a batch of supplies as soon as possible..."
He retreated sadly. He wrote letters to the king and to the nobles in the rear. He lost his face, made a fuss, and threatened and induced me. No matter what, he had to send me something!
The boys are almost dying of illness. If we continue like this, this battle will be impossible to fight!
The war horses galloped, delivering the Duke's letter to the king and to the nobles in the middle of the Brolin Kingdom behind the battle lines.
The Duke of Ardennes, the nobleman closest to the battle line, received the letter and threw it down angrily without even reading it:
"Here comes to ask for money again! Comes to ask for things again! Comes to ask for people again! Tell that guy, no! My own castle is sick!"
Theoretically, the king is responsible for sending troops to the Netherlands, and no local nobles need to contribute. However, in reality, you have to help transport food, right?
You need help purchasing supplies, right?
When the Holy See mobilizes healers, it is done through their internal system. You can’t say anything if they recruit people from your territory nearby. Don’t you want all the bishops and archbishops in your territory to be pulled away?
Come on, give me money.
Moreover, a large part of the military expenditures paid by the king are also taxes collected from them...
"No money! The vineyards had no harvest last year, and I couldn't make a bottle of wine! I had no place to sell the wine, and I couldn't get any money from it!"
The Duke of Ardennes is walking around in his office, his beard standing out like an angry lion. The main pillar industry in his territory is specialty wine.
A wine with an elegant and delicate style, delicate and dense, and rich in bubbles. In order to sell this wine better, the Duke even applied for a royal decree to name this wine after the place of origin under his jurisdiction:
Wine from other regions can only be called sparkling wine, not the same name as products from their territory!
There was a big disaster last year, and the grape production was in shambles. Even if it barely bears fruit, the quality is not enough to make wine. Besides, even if it is made, who will he sell it to?
The king? The king never pays;
The Holy City of Glory? Not only does the Holy City not pay, but it also requires a tribute fee before you are allowed to pay tribute to the Lord of Glory;
Those rich merchants in the Netherlands? Those rich people are at war, and the poor are almost dying of poverty;
Kingdom of Kent? Are you kidding me? Now the war is spreading, and the inspections on the sea are becoming more and more strict, and the goods cannot be transported at all!
The Duke of Arden became angrier as he thought about it. He walked around the office several times and simply ordered:
"Strictly check! Strictly check! Strictly check all personnel and materials! Now that the plague is prevalent, we must resolutely prevent the plague from spreading to the front lines. No sick people or sick goods are allowed to pass!"
At the same time, the Grand Duchess of Alva was also furious in the castle. Compared with the Duke of Ardennes whose wallet was damaged, the Grand Duchess of Alva's anger was even more intense:
"Where's Anna? Where's Lysa? Where's Julie? In such a big castle, even little Henry's wet nurse can't be found? There are also maids, are all the maids dead? No one even washes the sheets and diapers?!
"
"Dear Master..." The head maid came up and replied tremblingly:
"Since the plague spread nearby, you have issued an order. All servants, if anyone in the family has a headache, fever, chills, vomiting or diarrhea, is not allowed to approach the young master or touch the young master's belongings! Recently, recently..."
"So they all have someone in their family who is sick?" the Grand Duchess laughed angrily:
"So where is the priest? Where is the bishop? Why don't you go and fetch him quickly? Do you want me to breastfeed little Henry myself and wash his diapers myself?!"
The head maid became even more frightened, bowed her head and backed away, not daring to say a word. The housekeeper had no choice but to step forward and report:
"Half of the nearby healers have been deployed over there... As you know, the remaining half has been affected by the recent plague, and there are a lot of people asking for them... It's okay to ask them to treat the nobles, but to treat the servants, this...
"
"We can't finish this broken battle!" the Grand Duchess of Alva became more and more angry. She turned her head and looked to the north, towards the direction where the Royal Army and the Dutch were stalemate, her eyes were like spitting fire:
"Order! In order to prevent the epidemic from spreading and infecting my little Henry, the entire territory will be strictly inspected for entry and exit! All people entering the territory, except for knights and clergy, must be quarantined on the spot for seven days, and they will be released after being sure that they are not infected!"
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Today I found another testing point with no one around, so I went to do the testing at the speed of light, hey
Then I saw two spots with long queues of more than 50 people within ten minutes of walking near the testing point.