Chapter 952: Cao Chong calls the elephant, Gretel calls the bison
Gretel sat on the flying carpet and flew forward.
Gretel sat on a fluttering flying carpet tied to the horns of a bull and flew forward.
Grete sat between two wild buffaloes, each side tied to a horn, flying forward on an almost straight flying carpet.
When the two demonic cows were crying before, Gretel's blood surged in his chest, and he immediately agreed to go and have a look. He only regretted it after agreeing:
Why am I so impulsive?
I had not thought about going before!
"Gretel...you should really keep that hairnet on your face..."
Behind him, Cerela sighed quietly.
Well, it turns out that when these two demonic cows bowed their heads and shed tears, they had silently activated their spiritual skills...
I just don’t know if it was activated deliberately, or if it was their natural skill that was activated when they were emotionally excited to a certain extent? Or was it just a subconscious transmission of emotions?
No matter what, once the words were spoken, Gretel had to keep his promise. So, Grete got on the flying carpet and galloped away. There was a streamlined force field barrier buckled around him, a floating saucer under his butt, and a hand in his hand.
Holding a floating saucer.
On the floating dish in his hand, twenty or thirty petri dishes are scattered here and there, each with a windproof, coldproof, and heat-insulating force field barrier buckled upside down:
Some have added darkness to block light, while others have not. Black and white are interlaced, making it look like a backgammon scene...
The reason why it is so complicated is that Gretel not only needs someone (a bison) to lead the way to the Buffalo King, but he also needs to seize the time to conduct experiments on the road and build a stable experimental platform.
As for growing bacteria, what culture medium should be used, the pH and alkalinity, what temperature and humidity, and does it require light?
Sorry, Grete doesn't know anything. He used to be in the clinical field, not in the scientific research field. He has never grown bacteria and has no experience.
Even if you have raised them before, you still have to slowly explore them when faced with completely unfamiliar bacteria.
Well, all kinds of culture media are put away, the strains are marked, the temperature is tentatively adjusted, and the lid is closed. Then, the miracle begins:
The art of birth and growth!
"how is it going?"
Cerira looked over his shoulder. Gretel closed his eyes, tried to sense it, and pointed to the petri dish on the right:
"It doesn't look good here..."
This round is to test which antibiotics the pathogenic bacteria are sensitive to. Gretel only had two antibiotics in his hand, and he threw them all in at once: penicillin on the left, and streptomycin on the right.
In the culture medium on the left front, a trace amount of penicillin solution is added; on the culture medium on the rear left, pathogenic bacteria and Penicillium are jointly grown; on the culture medium on the right front, streptomycin is added; on the rear right, pathogenic bacteria and Streptomyces are planted
Combined planting.
Maybe someone who specializes in cultivating bacteria can do better. However, Gretel has tried his best...
"What's the difference?"
Cerera pulled a bunch of petri dishes and opened them one by one to look at them. At present, it seems that the pathogenic bacteria added with penicillin grow vigorously, while the pathogenic bacteria added with streptomycin grow weakly, which is obvious at a glance;
As for those that directly added Penicillium and Streptomyces, we can only say that both grew vigorously under the premise that the growth magic worked wonders.
Very good, very energetic!
Gretel: "...You see, Penicillium and pathogenic bacteria are crowded together to grow. You squeeze me, I squeeze you, which means they are all competing for territory; but here, Streptomyces, there is clearly a vacancy on the edge.
An open space, right? No pathogenic bacteria will grow there..."
"Ah! So, this pathogenic bacteria is afraid of streptomycin, but not penicillin!" Cerela's eyes sparkled:
"At that time, we only need to give each cow a shot of streptomycin and we will be able to save them!"
"It's not that simple..."
Gretel smiled bitterly. He came to the New World and brought 5,000 streptomycins. The so-called 5,000 streptomycins are based on the amount of medicine used by humans. However, considering the weight difference, if these 5,000 were used on bison, they could treat up to 500 cows, right?
Of course, he also brought a streptomycin production line. But let alone the production capacity of the streptomycin production line, even if he had to get so many syringes to inject those bison one by one...
Gretel felt dizzy just thinking about it.
The flying carpet whirled, and the cow's hooves rumbled. Gretel conducted five rounds of experiments in a row, and finally lay down on the flying carpet, let out a long sigh, and raised his voice:
"Hey, those two Golden Eagle warriors!"
"coming!"
The golden wings flapped, and a pair of brilliant wings converged. The golden eagle warrior on the left flew closer carefully, standing on tiptoes in the corner of the flying carpet. This time when he went to the bison, Gretel brought two golden eagle warriors with him.
It's a grand occasion, and it can also send messages.
As for the Nilka female snake, she can no longer use her power anyway. Just tell Chief Kestrel to keep an eye on her...
In the previous conflict, Cerela showed off her skills and acted like an eagle catching a chicken or an elf catching an eagle. The two golden eagle warriors were not convinced and obeyed, but at least they looked good.
At this moment, Gretel called for someone. He only shouted once, and immediately a person flew down, waiting for his orders.
"Sit, sit." Gretel stretched out his hand and made a gesture of concession. The Golden Eagle warrior did not dare to sit down. After Gretel gave way for the third time, he sat cross-legged on the floating saucer he pushed over and bowed:
"Lord Son of God, what are your orders?"
"Nothing, just chat." Grete looked up and smiled:
"The buffalo... I'm not talking about the buffalo tribe, I'm talking about the buffalo king's tribe. How many buffalo are there? How many buffalo are there from the Kestrel tribe to the front of the territory occupied by the Plague Girl? How many days will it take us to travel there?"
"This..." The Golden Eagle warrior hesitated for a moment. Below Gretel, two demonic bulls running desperately pulling the flying carpet let out a long "moo".
Grete: Don't scream, it's useless if you scream! I can't understand you even if you scream!
Your scream is obviously beyond the translation range of [Proficient Language]!
"If we fly with all our strength, we can fly across it in about a day." The Golden Eagle Warrior replied while thinking hard:
"As for these two magic cows, they fly much slower than us. It will take at least two days, right? To say how many bison there are...well..."
Having said this, his brows knotted again. The demonic cow below suddenly made another "moo" sound, and the golden eagle warrior's eyes lit up and he pointed into the distance:
"Look! There is a large herd of buffalo over there! The buffalo king's group is probably a hundred times as big as this one, right?"
Gretel looked in the direction of his finger. First he sat and looked, then he stood and looked. Finally, he pushed the floating saucer in his arms to Serira and flew up to look:
Good guy, there is a herd of bison down there. It is clearly a shining black river. It rises and falls, divides and joins, slowly flowing forward. That huge head, those shoulders as high as a hump, that fluffy and shining river.
long hair...
Grete counted quickly... one, two, three, four, no, counting like this is too inefficient. Plus, with the cows running around, I'm afraid I won't be able to count them all in a day.
He waved his hand, and the lines of [Silent Phantom] were drawn out, dividing the buffalo group below into a nine-square grid, then into a 10×10 square, and then into a 20×20...
Calculus counting method Han Xin points troops!
superior!
A quick calculation showed that this herd of bison alone must have numbered at least a thousand. If the group ruled by the bison king was a hundred times larger, there would have to be 100,000; plus those who accept its protection but are not under his rule
ethnic group...
Gretel felt that there were only 5,000 streptomycin in his space equipment, and he was deeply worried about his reserves.
The two golden eagle warriors estimated that they were wrong. The two days they mentioned meant running during the day and resting at night. However, the two demonic cows were worried about their tribe, so they actually traveled day and night and ran as hard as they could.
Not eating grass, occasionally drinking water, not sleeping, it only took a day and a night to arrive at the location of the Demonic Bull King. From far away, far away, Gretel was attracted to:
What a big mountain!
A black, shiny hill. Compared with the ordinary bison seen along the way, it is at least twice as high at the shoulders and at least twice as long. Standing among the bison, it is taller than the surrounding bison.
There could also be one third.
A pair of white curved horns above his head reflected the sunlight, causing Gretel to squint his eyes.
"Moo"
"Moo"
Far and away, the two demonic cows dragging the flying carpet began to shout loudly, as if they were reporting to the tribe. The long and short subwoofers made Gretel's ears buzz, and his heart beat wildly.
.
He blocked his ears, but it didn't work. He set up a force field wall around him, but it didn't work. Finally, he simply used a force, and the sound wave barrier surrounded the flying carpet, wrapping it tightly around the top, bottom, left, and right, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief:
"Huh... feel good..."
"But if you act like this, you won't be able to hear what they are saying!"
Cerela poked him with a smile. Grete spread his hands:
"Why should I hear it? When it comes time to communicate, it will come to me, right?"
The person to communicate with has indeed arrived. On the gentle slope ahead, the demonic cows moved left and right, opening an avenue, and the Demonic Bull King "White Horn" walked down slowly.
The first step, the earth shook, the second step, the ice and snow cracked, the third step, the weeds flourished and grew rapidly...
This black, hill-like monster came to Gretel and the others, lowered his head and lowered his horns. Even with such a low posture, his eyes were still level with Gretel sitting on the flying carpet. He took a breath and rested for a long time.
It sprayed out like a cloud:
"Dear Son of Thunder God, Lord of Plague, thank you for coming to our tribe. My children are facing the attack of the Plague Maiden. Can you seize her power and drive her back to her original territory?"
Gretel: "..." This is not how I work! There is a misunderstanding here! No, you listen to me!
He hesitated for a moment between "jumping off the flying carpet and standing on the ground to communicate with the other party, which seemed more serious" and "just sitting on the flying carpet and talking". In the end, he chose the practical effect and raised a test tube:
"Dear King White Horn, I have brought a medicine that may help your people... Can you take me to see your sick compatriots?"
"Of course." The White-Horned King gave a high "moo". The two ropes holding the flying carpet immediately broke. Two bison came down beside him, shook their horns, and wrapped a rope around each:
"plz follow me!"
The bison ran wildly and the flying carpet floated forward. In less than 10 minutes, Grete saw large piles of bison, lying on the ground exhausted and half dead. He hesitantly touched the test tube:
Logically speaking, the injection dose of this thing should be converted into mg/kg of body weight. So now, who can tell me how much these bison can weigh?
Cao Chong called the elephant, should I call the bison today?
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