Chapter 56: Turn Britain into India (Part II)

The fire, which burned London, burned for three days and three nights before it was extinguished, and burned the ancient capital to a blank slate.

By the time the last wisps of choking smoke cleared from the banks of the River Thames, the kingdom of England had disappeared from heaven to earth, leaving only the Tower of London on the north bank of the Thames, towering majestically above the vast scorched earth, overlooking the ashes of the ruins all around.

-- The gloomy and cold atmosphere of the Tower of London, which is unique to history, blends with the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere around it.

The last remaining 2,000 citizens of the royal capital of London took refuge in the only remaining tower of London, numb and desperate as their homes were burned to the ground—and in the face of the danger of destruction, the newly enthroned Queen Joan generously opened her palace to contain her remaining subjects.

But the Tower of London was not a good place to be in the present gloomy days of death—the original ladies and attendants had either died of the plague or had fled, and Queen Joan herself lacked servants to serve her, and there were not enough knights and guards to carry out patrols.

For the safety of the nobles, the citizens who had fled into the Tower of London were forbidden to enter the palace, and were confined to the courtyard surrounded by high walls, munching feebly on a piece of hard black bread that had been found out of nowhere, or sharing a few deflated apples and onions...... Little did they know that many lice, bed bugs, and fleas were making their nests on them, jumping from one person's head to another......

Due to the overconfidence of the traversers in the "magic spell", they forgot to do a good job of cleaning and purifying the citizens personally, so even though the entire city of London was burned with the sacrifice of a strong man's broken wrist, the deadly plague still did not stay away from these poor medieval Englishmen.

-- In the ashes that fell like a light snow in early winter, a staggering figure slowly walked out of the doorway, judging by the way he was dressed, he should be a middle-aged man of the lower class. I saw him holding his hands against the wall, his steps were difficult and slow, his breathing was heavy and messy, and a long and hooded cloak with dirt was sticking to it, covering the man's face indiscriminately, making it impossible to see his face.

But if you look closely, you can still see that the surface of his bare arm stretched out of his shirt is impressively black and scab, and the scab is surrounded by blisters and ulcers like burns, and an unpleasant fishy smell emanates from all over his body.

“…… Oh, it's Conrad, where have you been these two days? There's smoke and fire all over the city, and everyone is worried about you...... Even if you forget anything valuable at home, you will consider yourself unlucky, and there are already people who are gone because of such things......"

An old man who was squatting at the base of the wall and nibbling on black bread finally saw the man's dress, and now he seemed to be an old acquaintance, so he greeted him very familiarly, but he was surprised to see that the other party did not react, just trembling in place, as if he had fallen into some magic

“…… You don't seem to feel well? You okay? Now Conrad's situation seemed to be a little wrong, and the old man stood up, patted the other man lightly on the back, and then heard the other man burst into a cough and hoarse gasp, and fell limply. The old man quickly reached out and grabbed his back, and at the same time lifted his hood with his other hand and wiped his head open...... The next moment a terrible face appeared in front of the old man—broken blisters mixed with charred sores and macules, and his neck swollen like a ball, with erosive flesh at the corners of his mouth

“…… God, this guy has another plague - he was cured by an angel just five days ago."

After being stunned for a few seconds, the old man suddenly screamed like a pig, and he didn't know where he got the strength to push the other party away.

“…… Heh-heh-help, Uncle John, help me ......"

Conrad, who was seriously ill and dying, collapsed to the ground and stretched out his hand to his former acquaintance, but the voice in his throat was hoarse like a beast, making people feel numb and frightened the old man and the others in the vicinity to retreat...... So, with a few hysterical screams of panic, the entire crowded courtyard suddenly exploded, as if it had been hit by an invisible boulder, spreading out a circle of riotous fluctuations.

More and more people came to watch, but they were careful to keep a distance away, for fear that one would accidentally catch the epidemic.

Fortunately, unlike the previous unlucky ones who were abandoned by their families and relatives because of the Black Death, and had to die of hunger and thirst in solitude, the citizens of England who were now able to hide in the Tower of London were protected by the "angels" - and a moment later, amid the panicked cries of several do-gooders, this middle-aged man infected with an unknown plague was lifted up by several strong nuns wearing masks, and dragged through a corridor filled with the smell of bleach powder and disinfectant, Ended up in a hall that had been set up as a makeshift medical area.

A group of volunteers sent by the Catholic Church in Avignon stripped Conrad of his clothes, washed the patient's charred skin with disinfectant water, and then hurriedly carried him to a stone platform - although these volunteers were wearing thick masks and wrapped tightly from head to toe in hooded robes, they could still see the frightened stare in their eyes, and even their legs and stomachs were trembling.

For medieval Europeans, whose medical conditions were extremely backward, the first thing that came to anyone's mind when they heard the word plague was almost to flee with fire - and if it weren't for the omnipotent "angels" behind the scenes, I am afraid that there would not be so many volunteers willing to help.

“…… Alas, this guy looks so miserable, his skin is almost like burnt, this is probably anthrax."

Wang Qiu, who was a cameo angel, leaned over to the stone platform with a bright golden ring, looked at the patient, and muttered - Rao had been fully experienced in the zombie apocalypse of Resident Evil before, and he was also deeply disgusted by the charred black festering skin in front of him, so with just a quick glance, Wang Qiu took out a booklet and recited the healing spell that meowed and meowed: "...... In the name of the sacred cat, Meow bathes in the breath of holiness, removes physical pain, blooms the vitality of life, and completely heals Meow (Japanese)"

Then, under the effect of the magic prop [Encyclopedia of Magic], a pure white pillar of holy light fell from the sky, and the jewel-like crystal multicolored brilliance flashed on the surface of his body, which soon greatly alleviated the symptoms on the surface of the patient's body, and the charred-like scabs and blisters disappeared quickly with visible degrees, and the festering wounds on the skin began to return to normal, which made the temporary medical staff watching around feel deeply excited...... The patient who was out of danger gradually came to his senses, felt the warm holy light, and burst into tears with excitement, "...... Thank you angel for saving me again......"

“…… Even anthrax was cured so quickly? Your 'complete healing technique' is really a cure for all diseases."

It wasn't until it was confirmed that the anthrax patient had been cured that the paladin Mr. Levi sighed softly and mustered up the courage to come forward - even for modern people in the twenty-first century, who have greatly improved medical conditions, "anthrax" is a rather terrifying term, even more terrible than AIDS: at least AIDS is not so easily contagious So, as soon as he heard that there were anthrax patients among the citizens of London, Levi Knight, who was originally with several British noblewomen, subconsciously felt numb all over his body. If it weren't for the fact that he was maintaining his "bright and fearless" image of a paladin, it is estimated that he would have retracted to his own small manor opposite the [random door] and went to live there.

“…… Don't worry, Brother Levi, Doraemon has injected us with the [Invincible Universal Vaccine] of the 22nd century before, and at least within three months, we can be immune to any infectious disease, so don't talk about anthrax, even if you throw the zombie virus in front of you, you don't have to be afraid at all. ”

Wang Qiu waved his hand very tiredly, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "...... It's a pity that this kind of [invincible universal vaccine] is too expensive, and it is not effective for life, we can use it ourselves, and it is absolutely impossible to popularize it to every medieval European - unless they can come up with tens of billions of yen in medical expenses......"

“…… Tens of billions of yen? How can it be? Levi rolled his eyes, "...... In the past, you pulled down your skin and asked the Venetians for 10 billion yen, and Venice is now the richest city in all of Europe. At this time, England is notoriously poor, and it is slightly more affluent than the home of the Vikings, so how much can you get? ”

-- Although Queen Joan, since her accession to the throne, had "done everything in London's resources to please the angels," and donated almost all the gold and silver utensils and coins she had collected from the Tower of London, as well as furniture made of precious wood, as well as the mobile chapel decorated with Byzantine gold coins in her dowry, the final pawn money was only 600 million yen.

“…… So, if we can't control the epidemic even by burning London, then there really isn't much we can do. After enduring this round of catastrophe, the seven million subjects under the Plantagenet dynasty of England would have been extremely lucky if they could survive one million in the end. ”

Wang Qiu rubbed his temples with a little headache, "...... dysentery, influenza, cholera, typhoid, smallpox, yellow fever, anthrax, ...... Almost every plague imaginable has come out, and it's not surprising that the Ebola virus will appear one day, and I'm almost exhausted."

(The number of people in Britain during the Hundred Years' War has always been confusing, and it can be more than double in different historical records.) The main problem was that the Plantagenet dynasty of England at that time had a large number of densely populated and rich territories in France, such as Bordeaux, Normandy, etc., and even a few sporadic strongholds in the Netherlands and Ireland, which together had more population than the population of the British Isles. However, these territories cannot be regarded as the kind of colonies that will be in the future - not only did the British royal family originally originate in Normandy, France, but also a considerable number of British nobles were also born in Europe, and the Bordeaux region of France was ruled by the Plantagenet dynasty for hundreds of years, and the locals generally considered themselves subjects of the Plantagenet dynasty. England was only one part of the Plantagenet dynasty, not native, and even many of the kings of England spent more time in France than in London, speaking French more fluently than English. Therefore, it is difficult for later historians to judge whether the people in these places are British or not.

Roughly speaking, if the population of all the territories of the Plantagenet Dynasty is added, then Britain had a population of seven million at that time. If you count only the population of England, then there are less than three million. If you include Ireland and Wales, it's about four million. ）

-- Because Doraemon had taken too hasty revenge and put a concentration of various plague pathogens on Jerusalem -- these holy city gods not only held a synod to write a letter to attack Doraemon and these pseudo-angels, but also tried to confuse people into embarrassment with the traversers. However, Yan underestimated the transmissibility of the combined flow of plague weapons and a large number of people in the twenty-second century, leading to a new wave of compound plague throughout Europe.

The poor Europeans, who had not yet emerged from the devastation of the Black Death, were now suffering from the frenzy of a new and menacing compound plague. Even Marseille, Avignon, Rome, Florence, Venice and other places that the travelers had previously saved were once again plunged into a terrible haze of death...... Based on the minimum professional ethics and humanitarian spirit, the traversers had to act separately and fight fires from one city to another, but the result was that one plague had not been extinguished, and another plague had already exploded......

“…… According to the current situation, this compound plague may be like a game of whack-a-mole, and it will never be finished. If we don't want the Europeans of this world to die inexplicably, the only way we can think of is to open a magic school, teach healing techniques, and then leave the magic item of [Encyclopedia of Magic] as the treasure of the town, then maybe there is hope to defeat the plague. ”

Wang Qiu lowered his head and coughed a few times, and said to Li Wei, "...... You don't want to be with the few concubines who rolled over the sheets with you, and as soon as we left, we would die of the plague, how ugly and horrible that death was, you just saw it......"

“…… It sounds great, but that's for the future, and how can we solve the labor shortages that are now facing across Europe? The vast fields were deserted, the wheat rotted in the ground, and not to mention how to raise food for the winter, and there was no one to cultivate the fields for the next year. ”

Levi shrugged, "...... Can you use magic to conjure serfs to fill the estates of England and grow crops for the queen and her nobles? ”

“…… It's impossible, but we can import the population from elsewhere. Didn't the Venetians have been planning this a while ago? ”

A playful smile bloomed at the corner of Wang Qiu's mouth, "...... Anyway, there are as many floating corpses on the Thames as there are on the Ganges, so it would be interesting if we could vigorously bring in immigrants from the East through Guò and change the ethnic composition of Great Britain 700 years in advance......

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