It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 886 Plague and taxation, let them fight it!
The Streptomycin production work of the Magic Council was still vigorous after all, advancing with astonishing momentum.

Bacteria!Bacteria!Gather all the natural priests of Nevis and work hard to spawn the relevant bacteria!
Extract the bacteria liquid!reaction!Purify!What about the transformation mage?Don't be idle, don't be in a daze!

Even the factory has cranked up the horsepower.Those small boxes containing injections, small glass bottles, and those syringes and needles for injections are not produced by factories, do they rely on Gretel's mage tower!

Of course, Gretel himself ran away in shame, instead of squatting in the bacteria room and talking to the bacteria every day.

No way, when it was time to be recruited, he wiped his face and pretended that he was a mage...

In any case, after the production machines started rumbling, a large amount of medicine was sent to the front line of the Netherlands.

In the barracks, the Duke of the Netherlands, nobles and nobles, as well as the dying soldiers tortured by typhoid fever, were filled with tears:

Saved!
It's saved!

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

"And Tang En! Tang En can't make it through!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, there are all!" The magician who delivered 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 2000 potions... How many patients do you have here? 500? Enough, enough, enough for 4 doses! Check the number with me, I have to go to the next camp!"

He opened the iron box, and a cold mist rose, revealing 2000 crystal clear glass vials.The crowd surrounded him with a bang, and the magician waved vigorously:
"Scatter it! Let the person who receives the goods come! I have to teach you how to use this thing first!"

How to draw injection, how to make powder into injection, how to choose point, how to inject...

The magician who delivered the goods was frothy, he said it three times, and took a picture of the operation instructions before letting those clever boys follow the instructions.However, at a glance, he immediately exploded:
"You! Wash your hands! Who told you to touch the syringe without washing your hands?!"

Alas, I am so tired.

Although there were various problems in the operation, the arrival of a large number of medicines still nourished the thirsty barracks like rain.

Within a few days, there was frequent news of good news from the Duke of the Netherlands:
"Half the patients in the wounded barracks have gone fever-free!"

"There are only about 20 left and the fever has not subsided!"

"At Earl William's place, half of the soldiers have recovered!"

"Count Flanders asked if he could allocate some more potions for the relatives of the soldiers—"

The Duke of Netherlands let out a long breath.No wonder the medicine sent by the council was far more than the amount needed to heal the soldiers. It turned out that they had already planned for today:

The plague spreads regardless of gender, age or age, commoners or nobles.If soldiers rely on their strong physiques, they can still carry them, but civilians will fall like cutting wheat.

When there is no magic, potions, even magicians' potions, will become their last hope.

These medicaments, mixed medicament potions, glass bottles, needles, all cost money to buy, and the price of each is not cheap.

However, compared with the value of a public, a skilled craftsman, it is much cheaper!

"I can allocate 500 copies. If Earl Flanders still needs it, he can pre-order it." The Duke said solemnly:

"Cash, using goods to offset the account, or signing a contract, whichever is fine. Anyway, he does business with there, not once or twice..."

Only with the soldiers can we have the strength to support it, and with the people, there can be a steady stream of soldiers and supplies, and there is hope for recovery after the war!
Buy, buy, buy, grit your teeth to squeeze the blood from the bone marrow, and hold your nose to buy.The healing power of the poor resistance army is not much:
Dozens of sorcerers, raised by the families of the great nobles, or sent by the children of the great nobles to be trained by the Holy See, had to stand on the side of their own families;
There have been a lot of healers who have turned their backs on the Holy See and declared that "my magic comes directly from God", but the number is still not enough and most of them are only willing to wander among the people;

The healing potions saved before the incident, and the healing potions bought from the Kingdom of Kent, are almost used up again!
With this amount of healing power, it is usually difficult to treat wounded soldiers. When the great plague comes, it is simply a drop in the bucket, and the spray will be gone!

"Hey, fortunately there is a new medicine supported by the council, otherwise I really can't survive... The healing power on the other side is so many times stronger than ours..."

On the opposite side, Wang Guojun is also in a state of desperation.The commander of the Royal Army, the Duke of Flamingo, runs to the camp of the referee once a day:
"Cardinal Gravella, Chief Judge Gravella, please, please send some more bishops! Even if you send some priests! My soldiers, those pious boys, they are almost dying Already!"

"Your Excellency, the Duke, we have done our best." The chief referee of Gravela, with a face that is not angry, but even more majestic when angry, made a prayer gesture:

"There are only so many bishops who can completely cure the plague. A small half of the priests and deacons are bedridden one after another. ——Or can you provide some supplies, and we will have a large prayer?"

What a joke!The current healing power of the referee is only enough to maintain the black knight himself and some high-level members of the Royal Army.Want to cover low-level soldiers?
When did divine healing reach low-level soldiers?
"This..." Duke Flamingo hesitated.Provide supplies for large-scale prayers. What you provide is not bread, milk, coffee, candy, etc., but magical supplies——

Hallows, holy things.At the very least, it must be large pieces of silver, not silver coins, but refined pure silver.Burned like charcoal in a large divine spell...

Want to offer a little less?
you can!

In that case, what is burned is the vitality and spiritual power of a person, and even the soul of a devout believer——

So why on the battlefield.That kind of large-scale magic is particularly effective, and the consumption is much smaller 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 whose souls can be burned...

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

He retreated dejectedly.Write letters to the king, write letters to the nobles in the rear.Pull down your face, slap and roll, threaten and lure.Either way, something has to be delivered to me!

The lads are dying of illness, if this continues, the battle will be lost!

The horse galloped forward, sending the Duke's letter to the king, and to the rear of the battle line, to the hands of the nobles in the middle of the Brolin Kingdom.

The Duke of Ardennes, the great aristocrat closest to the battle line, got the letter, but he didn't even read it, and threw down angrily:
"Again for money! Again for things! Again for people! Tell that fellow, no! I'm sick in my own castle!"

Theoretically, sending troops to the Netherlands is borne by the king, without the contribution of these local nobles.But in fact, you have to help transport the food, right?

Do you need help purchasing supplies?
When the Holy See mobilizes healers, it is in their internal system.You can't say anything even if someone transfers someone from your territory nearby.Don't want all the bishops and archbishops in your territory to be taken away?

Come, give me money.

Moreover, a large part of the king's military expenses is also tax collected from them...

"No money! The vineyards were all harvested last year, and a bottle of wine can't be produced! There is no place to sell the wine, and there is no money for selling it!"

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

Elegant and delicate style, fine and dense wine with rich bubbles.In order to sell this wine better, the duke even applied for a king's decree to name the wine after his producing area:
Wines from other regions are only allowed to be called sparkling wines, not the same names as products from their territories!
There was a catastrophe last year, and the grape production was in a mess. Even if the grapes barely bear fruit, the quality is not enough for wine making.Besides, even if it is brewed, who will he sell it to?

king?The king never pays;

Glorious Holy City?The holy city not only does not pay, but also pays a tribute fee before allowing you to pay tribute to the Lord of Radiance;

Those wealthy businessmen in the Netherlands?The rich are at war, and the poor are dying of poverty;

Kingdom of Kent?What a joke, now that the flames of war are spreading, the inspections on the sea are becoming more and more strict, and the goods cannot be transported at all!
The Duke of Arden became more and more angry.After making several circles in the office, he simply ordered:
"Strictly check! Strictly check! Strictly check all personnel and supplies! Now that the plague is prevalent, we must resolutely prevent the plague from reaching the front line, and no sick people or sick goods are allowed to pass!"

At the same time, the Grand Duchess of Alva is also violent in the castle.Compared with the Duke of Ardennes whose wallet was damaged, the anger of the Grand Duchess Alva burned even more:
"Where's Anna? Where's Lysa? Where's Julie? It's such a big castle that even little Henry's nurse can't be found? And the maids, are all the maids dead? No one even washes the sheets and diapers?! "

"Respected master..." The head maid came up tremblingly and replied:
"Since the plague spread nearby, you have issued an order. All servants, whoever has a headache, brain fever, fever, chills, vomiting and diarrhea, are not allowed to approach the young master or touch the young master's belongings! Recently, recently..."

"So they are all family members who are sick?" The Grand Duchess laughed angrily:

"So where's the priest? Where's the bishop? Why don't you hurry up? Do you want me to breastfeed little Henry and wash his diapers myself?!"

The head maid was even more frightened, she bowed her head and stepped back, not daring to say a word.The housekeeper had no choice but to bite the bullet and report:

"Half of the healers in the vicinity were transferred there... the remaining half, you know, the plague has been prevalent recently, and there are a lot of people who invite them... It's okay to ask them to heal the nobles, but to heal the servants, this... "

"This broken battle can't be over!" Grand Duchess Alva became more and more annoyed.She turned her head to look to the north, to the direction where the Royal Army and the Netherlanders were stalemate, her eyes were like fire:

"Order! In order to prevent the plague from infecting my little Henry, the entire territory will be strictly checked in and out! All people entering the territory, except knights and priests, will be quarantined for seven days, and they will be released only if they are not infected!"

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　Today, I found another inspection point where no one was there, and I did the inspection at the speed of light, hehe
　　Then, within 10 minutes of walking near the detection point, there were two points with long queues of more than 50 people.
　　I feel like I earned it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)