Expedition to Europe

Starting from April, an influenza began to spread silently.

The reason why I say "probably" is that at the beginning, this large-scale influenza did not attract any attention. It was not until the first death case appeared in April that this seemingly ordinary influenza gradually attracted people's attention.

The reason why it is "gradually" is that the number of deaths is increasing, which has caused social panic.

This influenza is called Spanish influenza. The reason why it is named "Spanish" is because the proportion of infected people in Spain is the largest, including the King of Spain.

In Spain, this disaster is called "French influenza".

Yes, it is a standard regional black.

This influenza, which seemed not serious in April, eventually caused about 40 million deaths worldwide, while the total population of the world in 1918 was only 1.7 billion.

In view of the imperfect political system of some populous countries, it is impossible to provide accurate figures. Some people estimate that this disaster may cause 100 million deaths.

Regardless of the specific number of deaths, the total number of infected people is about 1 billion, that is, more than the general population of the world is infected.

It sounds a bit like the 1918 version of Resident Evil.

In June, Qin Zhiyuan accidentally learned from 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 even forgot about it.

Then, even though he was in the battlefield, administrative orders were constantly sent to Corsica and Lanfang, covering everything from personal daily hygiene to public place management regulations.

If you want to talk about it in detail, the degree of attention is probably about the same as the "SARS period" that 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 make all Chinese people develop good habits of hygiene.

Speaking of hygiene, Chinese people are not at the same level as Westerners in this regard. They are not backward, 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 did people use before?

The answer is nothing.

At that time, people didn't have flush toilets, or even toilets. If they wanted to relieve themselves, they had to go to the wilderness.

So what did people living in the city do?

The answer was jaw-dropping. City people prepared small buckets at home and poured water directly on the street after they were done.

Directly poured!

So heroic!

In 17th century London, if you heard someone shouting "water is coming" on the street, you must be careful, because someone must be pouring sewage from the residential buildings on both sides of the road. If it happened to be on your head, then congratulations...

This is not an exaggeration at all, there are more exaggerated things.

Around the 13th century, there was feces everywhere outside the walls of Paris, and the accumulation was almost as high as the walls. If an enemy attacked Paris, they didn't need to build a ladder, they could rush to the top of Paris by stepping on feces.

The great citizens of Paris were determined to change the status quo, and they raised the walls a bit.

Uh...

I won't say it anymore, it's too disgusting...

Qin Zhiyuan's orders were mainly aimed at personal hygiene and public morality, and were supplemented with penicillin.

With penicillin, it is not too easy to catch a viral cold. There is no antibody to the virus in this era.

But there are always some places that cannot be taken care of, such as prisons.

Of course, there are prisons in Corsica. In addition to troublemakers, there are unknown people with unknown identities.

Most of these unknown people are spies from various parties. Although they all cry out for injustice, in fact, few are really wronged.

Living in prison, the conditions are definitely not as good as those outside, and it is normal to be infected with certain diseases.

Qin Zhiyuan is not a tyrant. If the prisoners in the prison catch a cold, Qin Zhiyuan will provide assistance, and because this is Corsica, the origin of penicillin, the doctors and nurses are not stingy.

The cells on Corsica Island have about five or six bungalows in each room, with six people living in it. To be precise, it is about the same size as the cabin where Qin Zhiyuan and others lived when they went to France.

McTavish was imprisoned in a prison on Corsica Island.

McTavish did want to assassinate Qin Zhiyuan, but he did not show it. Strictly speaking, he was just a suspect, so he was not held in solitary confinement, but was kept with ordinary prisoners.

The prisoners here have half an hour of exercise time every day, which allows them to take a walk, breathe fresh air, and communicate with others to avoid being out of touch with society.

McTavish cherishes this half hour and appears on time in the prison playground every day.

The weather in June is scorching, and McTavish hides in the shadow under the wall beside the playground. This is his habit.

"Hey, old Mac, Anthony and Bill went to the medical room." McTavish's "roommate" Joe Johnson came over and whispered with a mysterious expression.

"So what?" McTavish responded lazily, his eyes always observing the guards on the wall.

From the first day he entered here, McTavish was thinking about how to escape. It must be important to observe the patrol routes of the guards. Once he can be completely sure, McTavish will find an opportunity.

"Anthony has been grinding things these days. Bill is covering for him while we are asleep." Joe did not raise his head, as if he was squatting there to adjust his trouser legs, but his eyes were actually always observing whether anyone was approaching.

"What are you grinding?" McTavish became interested.

These prisoners are not idle in prison. They have to work, otherwise they will not have food. McTavish'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's a piece of nail. It seems that a week ago, Anthony applied to replace his tools. I saw that the awl was missing a piece." Joe's job is the same as Anthony, so he has the opportunity to learn about these.

"Oh, so what?" McTavish didn't care.

Almost everyone here has secrets, so some quirks are understandable.

"Hey, you shouldn't have this attitude. Have you forgotten that nurse? The angel-like nurse is on duty today." Joe looked disgusted.

"So what..." McTavish thought of the nurse, looking helpless.

A few days ago, McTavish got sick, and it was the nurse who treated him at that time.

Of course, McTavish remembered the nurse named "Su Mo". How could he forget her?

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In fact, everyone here likes Su Mo very much, and no one hates him.

McTavish likes him too, but at the same time, McTavish knows that there is probably no intersection between him and the nurse, especially after he escapes from here, they probably won't have the chance to see each other again in this life.

Thinking of Anthony, McTavish stood up and walked towards the medical room.

The name Anthony sounds like an Italian, a stowaway from Sardinia. According to him, he stowed away because he yearned for Corsica. But McTavish felt that it was not the case, because he could smell danger from Anthony.

For some reason, McTavish suddenly felt a little palpitation, which was a sign of danger.

McTavish's sixth sense was always very effective.

At this moment, Su Mo's scream suddenly came from the direction of the infirmary, followed by a sharp alarm that rang through the prison, and a series of noisy footsteps. Almost in an instant, a platoon of soldiers suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls, half of whom were using Lewis machine guns, which made McTavish desperate.

Fortunately, McTavish did not act rashly, otherwise if McTavish wanted to escape from prison, the consequences could be imagined.

"Everyone listen, go back to your room immediately, don't talk, don't run around, and those who violate the rules will be shot on the spot."

Repeated warnings came from the loudspeaker on the wall, and the prisoners ran back to their cells without hesitation.

Just last week, two people fought for some reason during the exercise, and there were many people around. It was also a calm warning, but no one paid attention to it at the time. Some people even gave the guards the middle finger or even shouted at them.

The guard did not hesitate and fired directly at the sentry post.

The distance was about 50 meters, and there were many people at the scene. The guard shot the unlucky guy who gave the middle finger directly through the head. From then on, no one doubted the low deterrent effect of this warning sound.

"Bang!" The door of the medical room was kicked open from inside, and then Anthony, with a fierce face, held a revolver against Su Mo's head and walked out of the medical room.

"Let me go! I don't want to hurt anyone. I know who Su Mo is. Her mother is Sandy, her father is Michelle, and she has a sister named Misha. She has a special 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 was a thin guy holding a piece of nails, which looked like what Anthony had been grinding these days.

"Calm down, let the hostage go, or I guarantee you won't see tomorrow's sunrise!" A young captain's face was livid.

Ordinary people wouldn't know Su Mo's identity, and even if they knew, they couldn't connect it. Since Anthony knew, he must have been prepared.

"I don't want to see tomorrow's sunrise, but if I die, I guarantee that Miss Su Mo will die before me." Anthony tried his best to shrink his body and hide himself behind Su Mo.

Su Mo had some difficulty breathing, her face flushed, and she wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"Hey, hey, hey, count me in." McTavish shouted and rushed towards Anthony.

"Stand there and don't move!" The captain and Anthony shouted almost at the same time.

The captain could only stop verbally. He didn't dare to shoot now, for fear of stimulating Anthony's emotions and leading to consequences that no one could afford. Anthony didn't dare to shoot even more. He had just checked that there was no bullet in the pistol that Su Mo carried with him.

"Listen to me, calm down, no one should be hurt, this matter will be resolved peacefully, compared with Miss Su Mo, we are just a bunch of bastards, so let us go, it won't have any impact, we will leave Corsica immediately and never come back." McTavish stood between Su Mo and the captain with his back to Su Mo, which was like adding another layer of shield to Anthony.

"I can't trust you now." The captain could of course see McTavish's expression, and after a slight pause, his face showed a struggle.

"The problem is, you can only choose to trust us now, you have no choice." McTavish still raised his hands high.

It seemed like ten minutes had passed, and it seemed like only ten seconds, the captain finally gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

McTavish could almost hear the sound of Anthony's hanging heart falling into his stomach.

"Good boy, you are really good!" Anthony didn't dare to relax, and still walked forward with the gun against Su Mo's forehead.

The expression on McTavish's face suddenly became strange. Just as they were about to pass each other, McTavish punched Anthony's armpit with a heavy punch, and kicked Bill two or three meters away.

Just as McTavish took action, the captain's forehead was covered with cold sweat in an instant.

"No!" The captain's voice was heartbreaking.

McTavish stepped forward, but did not pull up Su Mo who fell to the side, but kicked Anthony directly.

"The safety of this gun is not turned on, what are you afraid of?" McTavish said with ease.

Well, anyway, there is no bullet, it doesn't matter whether the safety is turned on or not.