Around April, an influenza outbreak began to spread silently.

The reason why I say probably, is because in the beginning, this mass cold did not attract any attention, and it was not until the first death in April that this seemingly ordinary cold gradually attracted attention.

The reason why it is "gradually" is because the number of deaths is increasing so much that it triggers a social panic.

This cold, known as Spanish influenza, was named "Spain" because Spain had the largest proportion of infected people, including the King of Spain.

And in Spain, the disaster is known as the "French influenza".

Uh-huh, it's all standard regional black.

The cold, which seemed uneventful in April, ended up killing about 40 million people worldwide, out of a total population of 1.7 billion in 1918.

Given the imperfection of the political institutions in some of the most populous countries and the inability to provide precise figures, some estimate that the catastrophe could have killed 100 million people.

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

Sounds a bit like a 1918 version of Resident Evil.

In June, Qin Zhiyuan accidentally learned through Misha that there were more and more cold patients in Corsica, and only then did he realize that this cold was the "Spanish flu".

Before that, Qin Zhiyuan even forgot about it.

Then, even in the war zone, one after another administrative orders were sent to Corsica and Lanfang, covering everything from personal hygiene to public place regulations.

If you want to talk about it carefully, the degree of attention is probably similar to the "SARS period" that Qin Zhiyuan experienced.

The reason for such fanfare is that, on the one hand, it is to prevent the large-scale spread of the virus, and on the other hand, Qin Zhiyuan wants to let all Chinese develop a good habit of hygiene through this incident.

When it comes to hygiene, the Chinese are not on the same level as Westerners in this regard, not lagging behind, but leading.

Many Europeans believe that Europe's greatest invention to date was 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 didn't have flush toilets, not even toilets, so if you wanted convenience, then go to the wilderness.

So what about people living in cities?

The answer is jaw-dropping, people in the city bring their own small buckets at home, and splash them directly on the street when they are done.

Splash directly!

How heroic!

In 17th-century London, if you hear someone shouting "water is coming" on the street, then you have to be careful, because someone must have been throwing sewage down from the residential buildings on both sides of the road, and if misfortune happens to be on your head, then congratulations......

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

Around the 13th century, the walls of Paris were littered with excrement, almost as high as the walls, and if an enemy attacked Paris, they could rush to the top of the city without building a ladder.

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

Belch......

Don't say it, it's disgusting......

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

With penicillin, it is not too easy to deal with viral influenza, and the virus of this era has no antibodies at all.

But there are always places that can't be taken care of, such as prisons.

Corsica, of course, also has prisons, in which there are no other than troublemakers, but also unknown and unidentified people.

Most of these unknown people are spies from all sides, although they are all crying out for injustice, in fact, few are really wronged.

Living in a prison is certainly 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 also provide assistance, and because this is Corsica, the origin of penicillin, so doctors and nurses are not stingy.

The cells on Corsica were about five or six bungalows in each room, and six people lived in them, which was about the same size as the cabin that Qin Zhiyuan and the others lived in when they went to France.

McTavish was imprisoned in Corsica.

McTavish really wanted to assassinate Qin Zhiyuan, but he didn't show it, strictly speaking, he was just suspicious, so he was not held in solitary confinement, and he was still locked up with ordinary prisoners.

The prisoners here have half an hour of wind time every day, so that they can take a walk, breathe in the fresh air, and communicate with others, so as not to be disconnected from society.

McTavish cherished this half-hour and would show up on time on the prison playground every day.

It was a hot June day, and McTavish was in the shadows under the fence by the playground, which was his habit.

"Hey, Old Mai, Anthony and Bill are on their way to the infirmary." McTavish's "roommate" Joe Johnson leaned over and whispered with a mysterious expression.

"So what?" McTavish lazily coped with it, his eyes constantly watching the guards on the fence.

From the first day he entered here, McTavish had been thinking about how to escape, and it was definitely important to observe the patrol routes of the guards, and once it was completely certain, McTavish would find an opportunity.

"Anthony has been grinding things these days, and while we're asleep, Bill is covering for him." Qiao didn't raise his head, as if he was squatting there to tidy up his trouser legs, and his eyes were actually watching to see if anyone was approaching around him.

"Grinding what?" McTavish came with some interest.

These prisoners are not left in prison to do nothing, they have to work, otherwise there is no food. McTavish's job is to cut threads on clothes, and Anthony's job is to put on the soles.

"I don't know, I guess it's a nail, it seems like a week ago, Anthony applied to replace his tools, I saw it at the time, the awl was missing." Joe's job is the same as Anthony's, so there's an opportunity to learn about those.

"Oh, so what?" McTavish was unimpressed.

People here, almost everyone has secrets, so some quirks are understandable.

"Hey, you shouldn't have this attitude, you forgot that Miss Nurse? Miss Nurse, who is the same as Angel, is on duty today. Joe looked disgusted.

"So what......" McTavish thought of the nurse with a helpless expression.

The other day, McTavish had an illness, and it was the nurse who treated McTavish.

Of course, McTavish remembered the nurse named "Su Mo", how could he forget?

In fact, everyone here loves Su Mo, and no one will hate him.

McTavish liked it too, but at the same time, McTavish also knew that there was probably no intersection between him and the nurse, especially since he fled here, and it was estimated that they would never see each other again in their lives.

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

The name Anthony sounds like an Italian, a stowaway from Sardinia who, according to himself, yearns for Corsica. But McTavish didn't, because from Anthony, McTavish could smell danger.

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

McTavish's sixth sense has always worked.

At this moment, Su Mo's exclamation suddenly came from the direction of the infirmary, then the shrill sirens that resounded through the prison, and the sound of noisy footsteps, and almost instantly, a platoon of soldiers suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls, half of them using Lewis machine guns, which made McTavish feel desperate.

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

"Everyone listened, immediately went back to their rooms, did not speak, did not run, violators were shot on the spot."

Repeated warnings rang out over the loudspeakers on the walls, and the prisoners rushed back to their cells without hesitation.

Just last week, two people somehow got into a fight while the wind was blowing, and there were a lot of people around at that time. It was the same calm warning sound, but no one cared at the time, and some even gestured their middle fingers at the guards, or even shouted at them.

The guards did not hesitate and fired directly at the sentry.

At a distance of about fifty meters, there were many people on the scene, and the guard directly shot the unlucky guy with the middle finger in the head, and no one doubted that the warning voice was low deterrent.

"Boom!" The infirmaries were vigorously kicked from the inside, and then Anthony, who had a fierce face, walked out of the infirmary with a revolver on Su Mo's head.

"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 an older sister named Misha, and the relationship with Qin is not ordinary, so I don't want to hurt her, I just want to get out of here. Anthony exclaimed.

"Yes, let us go!" Bill was a skinny guy with a nail that looked like Anthony had been grinding for the past few days.

"Calm down and let the hostages go, or I promise you won't see the sun tomorrow!" A young captain turned pale.

Ordinary people won't know Su Mo's identity, and even if they do, they can't be contacted, and since Anthony knows, he must have been prepared.

"I didn't want to see the sun tomorrow, but if I die, I guarantee that this 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 turned red, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it.

"Hey, hey, count me in." McTavish yelled and rushed at Anthony.

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

The captain could only stop it verbally, and he did not dare to shoot now, for fear of stimulating Anthony's emotions and causing consequences that no one could afford. Anthony didn't dare to shoot, he had already checked it just now, and there were no bullets in the pistol that Su Mo was carrying.

"Listen to me, everyone calm down, no one should be harmed, this matter will be resolved peacefully, compared to Miss Su Mo, we rotten people are not worth mentioning, so let us go, this will not have any effect, 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 tantamount to adding another layer of shield to Anthony.

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

"The problem is, you have no choice but to trust us now, you don't have a choice." McTavish still held his hands high.

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

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

"Good boy, you're there!" Anthony didn't dare to relax, and still walked forward with a gun against Su Mo's head.

The expression on McTavish's face suddenly became strange, and just as he was about to pass by, McTavish smashed a heavy punch into Anthony's armpit, and at the same time kicked Bill two or three meters away.

Just as McTavish was making his move, the cold sweat on the captain's head filled his head for a moment.

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

McTavish stepped forward and did not pull up Su Mo, who had fallen to the side, but flew up and kicked Anthony straight into the tun.

"The safety of this gun has not been opened, what are you afraid of?" McTavish relaxed.

Well, there are no bullets anyway, so it doesn't matter if you open the safety or not.

(To be continued.) )