Chapter 886: Plague and Taxation Make It Impossible for Them to Fight!

The Magic Council's streptomycin production work is still vigorous and advancing with amazing momentum.

Promote bacteria! Promote bacteria! Gather all the natural priests in Nevis and work hard to promote the relevant bacteria!

Extract the bacterial liquid! reaction! Purify! What about the transformation mage? Don't be idle, don't be in a daze!

Even the factory is cranking up the horsepower. Those small boxes containing injections, small glass bottles, and those injection syringes and needles 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 nothing he could do. 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, the nobles and nobles, as well as the soldiers who were dying of typhoid fever, had tears in their eyes:

There's help!

There is help!

"The medicine is finally here! Quick, give Jimmy a shot!"

"And Taon! Taon can't survive it either!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, we have them all!" The magician who transported the medicine unloaded two large boxes and 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 site, how to inject...

The magician who delivered the goods was frothing at the mouth. He explained it three times and took a photo of the operating instructions before letting the smart young men follow them. However, with one glance, he immediately exploded:

"You! Wash your hands! Who told you to touch the syringe without washing your hands?!"

Oh, I'm 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!"

"Count 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 council were far more than what was needed to treat the soldiers. It turned out that they had already planned for today:

The plague spreads among men and women, young and old, common people and nobles. If soldiers can still carry it with their strong physique, civilians 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 one is not cheap.

However, compared to the value of a common person, a skilled craftsman is much cheaper!

"I can allocate 500 copies. If Earl of 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!

Buy, buy, buy, grit your teeth to squeeze out the bone marrow and pinch your nose to buy. Poor resistance army's healing power is not much:

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 splash 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, Wang Guojun was also in dire straits. The commander-in-chief of the Royal Army, Duke Flamengo, runs to the Inquisition’s camp once a day:

"Cardinal Gravela, Grand Magistrate Gravela, please, please send a few more bishops! 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 prayer 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, a small number of them are bedridden one after another. - 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 top brass of the Royal Army. Want to cover lower level soldiers?

When did magical healing cover low-level soldiers?

"This..." Duke Flamengo hesitated. To provide materials for large-scale prayers, this does not provide bread, milk, coffee, candy, etc., but refers to magical materials——

Sacred vessel, sacred object. At the very least, it must be large pieces of silver, not silver coins, but refined pure silver. Like charcoal, it is burned in large 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 of the unprecedented concentration of spiritual will in the war, and on the other hand, it is also because there are a large number of believers' souls to burn...

"I, I will go to urge the rear to provide a batch of supplies as soon as possible..."

He retreated sadly. Write letters to the king, write letters to the nobles on the home front. Lose your face, behave wildly, threaten and induce. No matter what, you have to bring something to me!

The boys are dying of illness. If this continues, the battle will be unwinnable!

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:

"I'm here to ask for money again! I'm here to ask for things again! I'm here to ask for people again! Tell that guy, no! I'm already sick in my own castle!"

Theoretically, the king would be responsible for sending troops to the Netherlands, without the help of these local nobles. But in fact, you need help transporting food, right?

You need help purchasing supplies, right?

When the Holy See mobilizes healers, it is done within their internal system. You can't say anything about people who are nearby to adjust your territory. Don’t you want all the bishops and archbishops in your territory to be taken away?

Come on, give me the money.

Moreover, a large part of the king's military expenditures 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 it, and I couldn't get any money from it!"

The Duke of Ardennes walked around the office, his beard bristling like an angry lion. In his territory, the main pillar industry is specialty wine——

The style is elegant and delicate, delicate and dense, with rich bubbles. In order to sell this wine better, the Duke even applied for a royal decree to name this wine after the producing area under his jurisdiction:

Wine from other regions can only be called sparkling wine, not the same name as products from their territory!

Last year, due to the severe disaster, the grape yield was in shambles. Even if the grapes could barely bear fruit, the quality was not enough to make wine. Besides, even if it is brewed, who will he sell it to?

king? The king never pays;

Glory Holy City? 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 wealthy businessmen from the Netherlands? Those rich people are at war, and the poor are almost dying of poverty;

Kingdom of Kent? What a joke, now that the war is spreading and the inspections on the sea are becoming more and more strict, the goods cannot be transported at all!

The Duke of Ardennes became more and more angry. After walking around the office several times, he 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!"

Meanwhile, the Grand Duchess of Alva was also furious in the castle. Compared with the Duke of Ardennes whose wallet was damaged, the anger of the Grand Duchess of Alva burned through the sky even more:

"Where's Anna? Where's Lysa? Where's Julie? In such a big castle, even little Henry's wet nurse can't be found? And there are maids, are all the maids dead? No one even washes the sheets and diapers?! "

"Dear Master..." The head maid came up to speak 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 someone in their family is sick?" The Grand Duchess laughed angrily:

"So where is the priest? Where is the bishop? Why don't you go and invite him? Do you want me to breastfeed little Henry 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 mobilized 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... "

"There's no end to this bad war!" The Grand Duchess of Alva became even more angry. She turned her head and looked to the north, towards the direction where the battle line between 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! Everyone who enters the territory, except for knights and clergy, must be quarantined on the spot for seven days. They must be sure that they are not infected before they can be released!"

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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, hehe.

Then I saw two spots with long queues of more than 50 people within ten minutes of walking near the testing point.

I feel like I’ve earned it!