Invincible urban management

120 [-]. Doomsday catastrophe

In a certain time and space in May 1520, from the rippling Gulf of Mexico to the snow-capped Sierra Madre, the 5 million native Indians in Central America were shrouded in a terrifying haze that symbolized death. .

Cholera, smallpox, diphtheria, measles, dysentery, malaria, yellow fever, black death... These virulent infectious germs, which American Indians have never been exposed to, spread all over the country at once due to the mistake of a certain famous auspicious Mr. A piece of land, and unscrupulously showing their majesty.

For the ignorant American Indians, the tangible enemy can still be resisted with a knife, but the invisible disease is hard to parry.

According to their historical experience and religious beliefs, the only conceivable countermeasure against the plague is to let the priests massacre and sacrifice to the gods, open up hundreds of young and healthy living sacrifices, and use their blood And the heart is dedicated to the gods... As a result, this unscientific anti-plague strategy not only failed to pray for the salvation of the Indians from the gods, but also piled up too many dead bodies in the temples located in the center of the city.Then, these corpses rotted rapidly in the scorching sun, breeding a large number of infectious germs—on the contrary, the plague spread even more violently!

All of a sudden, the whole of Central America was full of mourners, corpses piled up like mountains, towns and villages were empty, and unfortunately millions of people died of illness.

When such a desolate and hopeless doomsday atmosphere descended, the Hongxiutizgan Kingdom Expeditionary Force, who had been distributing highly effective antibiotic pills to everyone in Otunba Village and doing their best to save the dying, became one of the dark ages. The only bright light.

And those merciful "distant gods and men" became the last omnipotent saviors in the minds of all the aborigines in Central America.

——No one can know that it is these seemingly kind-hearted "distant gods and men" who personally built the Pandora's box for spreading the plague, but because of a series of erroneous mistakes and plans that could not keep up with changes, they mistakenly let the plague broke out in this sad land...

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Opening the curtain of the tent, Wang Qiu raised his head, and saw the clear night sky with no clouds, the moon was big and round, and the stars were twinkling everywhere.But looking down, in the vast wilderness around the camp of the Expeditionary Army in Otunba Village, countless camps and shacks were also densely packed, and thousands of bonfires were lit.Even though the night is deep, it still looks like a noisy crowd.

——In the past month, due to the fear of the deadly plague, in order to get the "miracle medicine" and treatment nearby, the survivors of the entire Mexico Valley have been moving towards the Kingdom of Hunxiutizgan at an alarming speed. The village of Otunba, where the expeditionary forces were stationed, gathered around and built countless messy tents and shacks for temporary residence, thus forming a huge refugee camp with a total population of hundreds of thousands.

Many of them recovered from their illnesses long after they were treated with antibiotics.However, their families and tribes were basically extinct in the plague at this time. Even if they returned to their hometown alone, they would not be able to maintain their livelihoods, which was tantamount to becoming lonely ghosts.

Apart from here, they found that they had nowhere to go. Amidst the panic, they simply begged Hongxiutizgan to take them in, hoping to become subjects under the rule of the "man of God".Wen Desi discussed with Director Ma, and considering that there is no shortage of food now, and the development and construction in the future will inevitably require a lot of labor, so he half-heartedly agreed.

As a result, with the spread of the plague, more and more aborigines came to pray for the protection of the "god man". The village of Otunba, which originally had a population of only a few thousand, quickly expanded into a huge slum with tens of thousands of people.During the day, tens of thousands of refugees line up to receive medicine and relief food, shoulder to shoulder and bustling with each other.At night, the raging bonfires all over the mountains and plains form a sea of ​​brilliant lights on the ground, which contrasts with the sea of ​​stars in the sky.

If you look far away, behind the distant mountains at the end of your field of vision, you can vaguely see many faintly dazzling flames, reflecting the sky on the horizon red - that is the small team sent out by the traversers, setting fire to the surrounding animals. A dead city with rotting corpses left.

Facing this doomsday scene where flames were everywhere, Wang Qiu couldn't help but sighed faintly.

At least 10 people survived because of their efforts, but at the same time, at least millions of people got sick and died because of their mistakes.

The merits and demerits of it are really hard to say.

Looking back into the tent, under the dim and flickering kerosene lamp, Wen Desi was holding a notebook with very scribbled handwriting, introducing to Ma Tong and Cai Rong who had just returned from modern time and space, what happened in recent days things.His voice seemed to be mixed with coldness, fatigue, numbness and confusion at the same time, and there was even a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth, which seemed subtle, awkward, and weird.

"...Ten days ago, our ally, General Sikotcatto, had not waited for the yellow fever on his body to fully recover, and he sat half-dead in a sedan chair with the remaining Tlaxcala warriors and the supplies we provided. Antibiotic pills, in a hurry to fight back home.

Then, without encountering any resistance, his troops easily entered the Zutala Valley and regained the power of the Tlaxcala Tribal Alliance in one fell swoop—because the plague had already broken out in the Tlaxcala Alliance for more than 30 days, the guards Almost all the troops at Taniguchi Pass died of illness!And the population of the entire Tlaxcala Alliance has plummeted from more than 50 to less than 10 during this severe plague!

Before he returned home this time, Koshikotkato originally wanted to carry out a big cleansing, and cut off all the nobles who had killed his father before.Unexpectedly, when he visited his hometown of Zutara Valley this time, he realized that he didn't need to do it himself. His political opponents had already died of the plague because they had too much contact with the Spaniards who carried the disease!What's more, the whole family is dead, no one is left, and even the weeds and roots can be avoided...

The only trouble is to dig a pit for so many dead people to bury the corpses...Since there are too many pits to be dug, and there are too few healthy people who still have the strength to dig the pits, Xiaoxi Kotkato has been digging for five days in a row I haven't even finished digging..."

"...Next is the news from the coastal areas of the Gulf of Mexico. According to the information obtained by our army's search team, several days before the start of the Battle of Otunba, the Port of Veracruz had already fallen into a major plague. More than six Hundreds of Spaniards died rapidly within ten days.

In a panic, Commander Garcia hastily ordered the Spanish fleet to set sail and escape, and left more than 100 seriously ill ships, leaving them to fend for themselves on the beach... In the end, only one tenacious Spaniard survived He is seriously ill, and he has been brought back by our search team.When the search team left the port of Veracruz, they set fire to it and burned the port cursed by the plague god..."

Wen Desi's voice paused here for a while, and then continued, "...In addition, the plague that first broke out among the Spaniards also inevitably spread to the surrounding Native American villages. In the local Totonac Human tribes, the outbreak of the epidemic is more serious than that of the Mexican plateau-their side is a tropical rainforest, the climate is hot and humid, and there are many mosquitoes and flies. ... Once the epidemic breaks out, it will be more violent than a volcanic eruption.

According to the situation detected by our spies, in the area inhabited by the Totonak people, the entire village has been reduced to death everywhere.Except in the village of Sumpoyal where our army was once stationed and recuperated, a dozen or so families barely survived because of some drugs we distributed at the beginning, the search team did not see any living people along the entire Gulf of Mexico coast.As for the silver mine we dug in the north, the search team didn’t have time to scout because it was too far away, but the situation is probably not good, so we should prepare for the worst..."

"...So, the whole of Mexico is already a hell on earth? Can you estimate how many people died?"

Sister Ma Tong's words were very cold, but they also hit the nail on the head, pointing to the heart.

But Wen Desi's answer was even colder.

"...no, no, no, your question is wrong from the perspective of asking. According to the current situation, you should not ask how many people died here, but how many people are still in this place survived!"

He then sighed and counted with his fingers one by one, "...in the Zutara Valley, there are less than 50 Tlaxcalans who originally had a population of more than 10. , the Totonac people, who had a population of more than 100 million before, were lucky to be able to survive 3 to 800 people without any medical treatment or medicine! As for the Valley of Mexico, which has a population of 100 million, due to We have been throwing a lot of antibiotics, and maybe 200 million to [-] million people will be able to successfully get rid of the disease and survive in the end!

Next, we have to count the Chichimeks in the northern desert, and the Mayans on the Yucatan Peninsula in the southeast..."

Having said that, Wen Desi finally couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, and slammed his fist on the table, making a loud "bang".

"...One month! In just one month, at least 1000 million lives have disappeared! What evil have we all done!"

While beating the table emotionally, he choked up and roared in a low voice, tears seemed to glisten from the corners of his eyes.

——Although Comrade Wen Desi, who was fairly pure in nature, already had some psychological burden when he assisted Director Ma in carrying out the "war against European bacteria".But in his imagination, those cruel scenes like nightmarish corpses strewn across the field and filled with death should only happen on the far side of the Atlantic Ocean, and probably have nothing to do with the land under his feet, so he gradually calmed down down.

However, because the "Pandora's Box" was accidentally opened, millions of deaths happened to him at once... As an accomplice to this tragedy, Wen Desi couldn't help but suffer for a while. The torture of his inner conscience - in the final analysis, he is still not cold enough and "mature" enough to treat these living, flesh-and-blood indigenous residents of different time and space as NPCs in the game.

From another point of view, this also means that he has gradually integrated into the world, and no longer regards himself as a passing passerby.