"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Eugen yelled angrily at the sky, his tone as unwilling.

"Damn, damn it, damn it! I should have thought of it, migratory birds, these damn migratory birds! ”

Eugen finally understood why they couldn't stop the Black Death, and the flaws were not on the ground, but from the sky.

As the weather warms up, all the migratory birds that originally flew to the north have flown back, and these migratory birds have lived in the hard-hit areas in the south for a long time, so there must be a high probability of being contaminated with diseases.

Moreover, there are no effective means on the Po River defense line to stop these migratory birds returning to the north, and even if the soldiers are allowed to use bows and arrows to clean up, it is far from being able to clean them up.

The air was the biggest hole in their defense line, and the disease flew from the top of their heads, flying towards the rear.

And it is to be expected that the Po line is not the end of the line, and these migratory birds will continue to fly further north, and the interception on the ground is completely meaningless and will not play a big role at all.

Knowing this, Eugen only felt that there was darkness in front of him, and there was no way out.

He is just an ordinary person, even with modern knowledge, he still seems so weak and powerless in the face of terrible diseases, no matter how much he pays, he is just a bamboo basket to draw water.

At this time, Eugen was already a little disheartened, and he even wanted to flee the European continent and take his relatives and friends to live in a distant place.

Anyway, no matter how powerful the Black Death was, it couldn't spread to the whole world, and they could bring enough gold with them so that they could live a pretty good life wherever they went.

But at the moment when this thought appeared, a face suddenly appeared in front of Eugen's eyes, it was none other than his earliest retainer---- Rambo.

He and Rambo had not seen each other for nearly half a year, and Rambo was ordered by him to go to Sicily to control the epidemic, and then the epidemic broke out completely, and there was no news of him.

At this moment, faced with the same situation, Eugen couldn't help but think of the last letter Rambo sent him.

To this day, he can clearly remember the words of the letter, Rambo said that he would stay in Sicily, help the people of the country fight the Black Death, and even if the disease spread, he would minimize the damage as much as possible.

Rambo's loyalty was unquestionable, and until the end, he insisted on following Eugen's orders to carry out the task of fighting the Black Death to the end.

Although Eugen is Rambo's lord, he feels a little ashamed at the moment, Rambo bravely stayed in the disaster area, but he wants to be a deserter.

Thinking like this, Eugen's gaze gradually became firm, and he stood up straight and stared straight at the street in front of him, his steps becoming powerful again.

After a few moments, he turned and walked into a manor: "Simon! Gather the soldiers, we are going to set off and rush to the city of Heidelberg! ”

At the sound of the order, the manor was immediately busy, Simon shouted the order, and the soldiers took their horses out and began to prepare for the long journey.

Simon doesn't even ask why, as long as Eugen gives the order, he will immediately carry it out, which is a great merit of him.

"Heidelberg, here we are, hope not to disappoint me." Eugen looked ahead, Heidelberg, and it was already their last hope.

......

The medical competition has actually deteriorated a little now, and many people are no longer chasing the original purpose, but have begun to focus on some small profits.

At first, when the doctors arrived at Heidelberg, everyone was ambitious, eager to find a solution to the Black Death and take away the highest laurel and the grand prize of 100,000 kilds.

However, as time passed, they gradually discovered that this was simply impossible, that the Black Death was like an unsolvable mystery, and that with the existing conditions, they could not find a solution to it.

They couldn't even learn about the Black Death, there were no patients for them to observe, no samples for them to study, all their actions were just conjectures, they were like blind people walking through a maze, and every decision they made had no basis and was all based on their own imagination.

Everyone can only come up with a few ideas, and then pass them on to the Po River Line through the staff of the medical competition, and then judge whether these ideas are valuable after being tested by the Po River Line.

Finally, the results of the test are fed back to the hands of these doctors, and all the situation can only be conveyed through words, so that there will naturally be some deviations from reality, and it is these deviations that make them more and more distant from the truth, and all the efforts do not have any substantive effect at all.

Normally, even if these doctors were together for a hundred years, they would not have been able to find any way to curb the Black Death, but sometimes fate is just that.

In another unexpected moment, a darling of God's favor suddenly burst into inspiration and reached something that no one had ever been to before.

Then add some talent and perseverance to the end, and finally find a new way to achieve results beyond imagination.

Among the countless research groups in Heidelberg at the moment, there is such a research group, which is called the 'Nobel Research Group'.

The name is so given to the fact that there was only one doctor from Sweden in the entire research team, and the research team was named after them.

In the mouths of those who know, the Nobel research group has become a topic of ridicule, and when the atmosphere of a small conversation becomes a little stiff, the mention of the Nobel research group immediately triggers a tacit laughter.

After the laughter, these people will once again gush about Dr. Nobel's funny deeds, as if Dr. Nobel himself is the embodiment of jokes, and whatever he does is funny in the eyes of others.

The reason why this is so is because that Nobel doctor is himself an out-and-out 'freak'!

Dr. Nobel had no friends, he was always a loner, he rushed from Sweden to Heidelberg alone, participated in medical competitions alone, established research groups alone, and conducted research alone.

If that's all there is to it, and what's worse is that until his current position, he hasn't submitted any valuable advice at the medical tournament or accepted any assignments from the Po River Line.

In other words, Dr. Nobel never made any contribution to the fight against the Black Death, but he remained in Heidelberg, enjoying the allowance given to every doctor by the medical competition, day after day.