Starting around April, an influenza began to spread silently.
The reason why I say probably is that at first, this large-scale cold did not attract any attention. It was not until the first death case appeared in April that this seemingly ordinary cold gradually attracted people's attention.
The reason why it is gradual is because the number of deaths is increasing, which has triggered social panic.
This cold was called Spanish influenza. It was named Spanish because Spain had the largest proportion of infected people, including the King of Spain.
In Spain, the scourge was known as the French influenza.
Hmm, they are all standard regional black.
This seemingly minor cold in April eventually killed about 40 million people around the world. In 1918, the total population of the world was only 1.7 billion.
In view of the imperfect political systems of some populous countries and the inability to provide precise figures, some estimate that this disaster may cause 100 million deaths.
Regardless of the specific death toll, the total number of infected people is almost 1 billion, which means that more than the entire world's population is infected.
It sounds a bit like the 1918 version of Resident Evil.
In June, Qin Zhiyuan accidentally learned through Misha that there were more and more cold patients in Corsica, and then he realized that this cold was the Spanish flu.
Before that, Qin Zhiyuan had even forgotten about it.
Then, even in the battlefield, administrative orders were constantly sent to Corsica and Lanfang, covering everything from personal daily hygiene to public place management regulations.
If we talk about it carefully, the level of emphasis is probably similar to the period Qin Zhiyuan experienced.
The reason for such a big fanfare is, on the one hand, to prevent the large-scale spread of the virus, and on the other hand, Qin Zhiyuan wants to use this incident to help all Chinese develop good hygiene habits.
When it comes to hygiene, the Chinese are not on the same level as Westerners in this regard. They are not lagging behind, but leading.
Many Europeans believe that the greatest invention in Europe so far is not the steam engine, but the flush toilet invented in the 18th century.
So the question is, since the flush toilet was invented in the 18th century, what were people using before?
The answer is nothing.
At that time, people did not have flush toilets or even toilets. If they wanted convenience, they would go to the wilderness.
So what do people who live in cities do?
The answer is jaw-dropping. City people bring their own small buckets at home and then pour them directly into the streets.
splash directly
So heroic
In London in the 17th century, if you heard someone on the street shouting that water is coming, you must be careful, because someone must be pouring sewage down from the residential buildings on both sides of the road. If misfortune happened to happen to you,
So congratulations
This is not an exaggeration at all, there are even more exaggerated things.
Around the 13th century, there were poop everywhere outside the city walls of Paris. The pile was almost as high as the city wall. If an enemy attacked Paris, they would not need to build a ladder, but could just step on the poop and rush to the top of Paris.
The great citizens of Paris were determined to change the status quo, and they raised the city wall.
Well
Stop talking, it’s too disgusting
Qin Zhiyuan's orders were mainly aimed at personal hygiene and public morality, and were also supplemented with penicillin.
With penicillin, it will not be too easy to treat viral colds. The viruses of this era have no antibodies at all.
But there are always some places that cannot be taken care of, such as prisons.
Of course, Corsica also has prisons, which contain not only troublemakers but also unidentified unknown persons.
Most of these unknown people are spies from all sides. Although they all cry out for injustice, in fact, few of them are truly wronged.
Living in prison, the conditions are definitely not as good as outside, and it is normal to contract certain diseases.
Qin Zhiyuan is not a tyrant. If a prisoner in the prison catches a cold, Qin Zhiyuan will still provide help. And because this is Corsica, the origin of penicillin, doctors and nurses are not stingy.
The prison cells on Corsica each have about five or six bungalows, and six people live in them. To be careful, they are about the same size as the cabin where Qin Zhiyuan and the others stayed when they went to France.
MacTavish was imprisoned in Corsica.
McTavish did want to assassinate Qin Zhiyuan, but he did not show it. Strictly speaking, he was just suspected, so he was not detained in isolation, but was still locked with ordinary prisoners.
The prisoners here have half an hour of free time every day, which allows them to take a walk, breathe fresh air, and communicate with others to avoid being disconnected from society.
McTavish cherishes this half hour and appears on time in the prison playground every day.
The weather in June was scorching hot, and McTavish hid in the shadows under the fence beside the playground, as was his habit.
Hey, Mike, Anthony and Bill are going to the medical room. MacTavish's roommate, Joe Johnson, leaned over and whispered with a mysterious expression.
So what? MacTavish dealt with it lazily, keeping his eyes on the guards on the wall.
From the first day he entered here, MacTavish had been planning how to escape. It was definitely important to observe the patrol route of the guards. Once he could be completely sure, MacTavish would find an opportunity.
Anthony has been grinding for the past few days, and while we were asleep, Bill was covering for him. Joe didn't even raise his head, as if he was squatting there adjusting his trousers, and his eyes were actually always watching to see if anyone was approaching.
McTavish became a little interested in grinding.
These prisoners are not just idle in prison, they have to work, otherwise they will have no food. MacTavish's job is to cut the threads of clothes, and Anthony's job is to put on the soles of shoes.
I don’t know, I guess it was a length of nail. It seems that a week ago, Anthony applied to change his tools, and I saw that the awl was missing a length. Joe’s job is the same as Anthony’s, so he has the opportunity to understand this.
Oh, so what. MacTavish wasn't impressed.
Almost everyone here has a secret, so some quirks are understandable.
Hey, you shouldn't have this attitude. You forgot about the nurse. The nurse is like an angel. She is on duty today. Qiao looked disgusted.
So what? MacTavish looked helpless when he thought of the nurse.
A few days ago, McTavish fell ill, and it was the nurse who treated McTavish at that time.
Of course MacTavish remembered the nurse named Su Mo. How could he forget?
In fact, everyone here likes Su Mo and no one hates him.
MacTavish liked it too, but at the same time MacTavish also knew that there was probably no intersection between him and the nurse, especially after he escaped from here, they probably would never have the chance to see each other again in this life.
Thinking of Anthony, McTavish stood up and walked towards the infirmary.
The name Anthony sounds like he is Italian. He is a stowaway from Sardinia. According to him, he stowaway came to Corsica. But McTavish felt that was not the case, because from Anthony
On his body, MacTavish could smell danger.
For some reason, McTavish suddenly felt a little palpitated, which was a dangerous sign.
McTavish's sixth sense has always been very effective.
At this moment, Su Mo's scream suddenly came from the direction of the infirmary, followed by a sharp siren that resounded throughout the prison, and bursts of noisy footsteps. Almost instantly, a platoon suddenly appeared on the surrounding wall.
of soldiers, half of whom were armed with Lewis machine guns, much to McTavish's despair.
Fortunately, MacTavish did not act rashly, otherwise if MacTavish wanted to escape from prison, the consequences could be imagined.
Everyone listened and immediately returned to their rooms. They were not allowed to talk or run around. Violators were shot on the spot.
Repeated warning sounds came from the loudspeakers on the wall, and the prisoners ran back to their cells without any hesitation.
Just last week, for some unknown reason, two people got into a fight while out for some reason. Many people were around at that time. There was the same calm warning, but no one paid attention at the time. Some people even gestured at the guards with their middle fingers.
It's yelling loudly.
The guard did not hesitate and fired directly at the sentry post.
The distance was about fifty meters, and there were many people at the scene. The guard shot the unlucky guy with the middle finger through the head. From then on, no one doubted the low-deterrence effect of this warning sound.
The people in the medical room were kicked away from the inside, and then Anthony, with a fierce look on his face, walked out of the medical room holding a revolver to Su Mo's head.
Let me go. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I know who Su Mo is. Her mother is Sandy and her father is Michelle. She has a sister named Misha. She has an unusual relationship with Qin, so I don’t want to hurt her. I just want to leave.
Here. Anthony shouted loudly.
Yes, let us go. Bill is a thin guy. He is holding a piece of nail, which looks like what Anthony has been sharpening these days.
Calm down and let go of the hostages, otherwise I guarantee you will not see the sun tomorrow. A young captain's face was ashen.
Ordinary people wouldn't know Su Mo's identity, and even if they knew, they wouldn't be able to contact him. Since Anthony knows, he must have been prepared.
I didn't want to see the sun tomorrow, but if I die, I guarantee that Miss Su Mo will die in front of me. Anthony tried his best to shrink his body and hide himself behind Su Mo.
Su Mo had difficulty breathing, her face turned red, and she wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Hey, hey, count me in. McTavish shouted and rushed towards Anthony.
Stand still, Captain and Anthony shouted almost at the same time.
The captain could only stop him verbally. He didn't dare to shoot now, for fear of irritating Anthony's emotions and causing consequences that no one could bear. Anthony didn't even dare to shoot. He had just checked the gun that Su Mo carried with him.
There are no bullets in the pistol at all.
Listen to me, everyone, calm down. No one should be harmed. This matter will be resolved peacefully. Compared with Miss Su Mo, we bad guys are not worth mentioning, so let us go. This will not make any difference.
If there is any influence, we will leave Corsica immediately and never come back again. MacTavish turned his back to Su Mo and stood between Su Mo and the captain, which was equivalent to adding another layer of shield to Anthony.
I can't trust you now. Of course the captain could see MacTavish's expression. After a slight pause, there was a look of struggle on his face.
The problem is, you can only choose to trust us now, you have no choice. MacTavish still holds his hands high.
It seemed like ten minutes had passed, and it seemed like it was only ten seconds. The captain finally gritted his teeth and said: Okay.
MacTavish could almost hear Anthony's hanging heart falling into his stomach.
Good boy, Anthony didn't dare to relax because he really had you, and kept moving forward with his gun pressed against Su Mo's head.
The expression on McTavish's face suddenly became weird. Just when he was about to pass by, McTavish punched Anthony hard on the armpit and at the same time kicked Bill two or three meters away.
Far.
Just when MacTavish took action, cold sweat suddenly covered the captain's forehead.
Captain Bu's voice was heartbreaking.
MacTavish stepped forward and instead of pulling up Su Mo who fell to the side, he kicked Anthony out and knocked him unconscious.
The gun's safety was not turned on, fearing that McTavish would be relieved.
Well, there are no bullets anyway, so it doesn't matter if the safety is turned on or not.
