At dusk, the village of Otumba is dark, the sun is like blood, and the wilderness, rivers and cottages are all dyed a bright red.

A brutal and bloody battle has just come to an end in the wilderness outside the village.

The two camps vying for hegemony in Central America finally decided the victory or defeat of Zuihou after a day of fierce fighting.

-- The 40,000 Western Army collapsed on all fronts, and the 20,000 Eastern Army won a complete victory.

After Cortés, the commander of the Spanish expedition, was knocked unconscious by a ten-wheeled truck and carried out of the battlefield by his cronies, the Zuihou counterattack of the Western army was also crushed - the two hundred Spanish cavalry of the Biedong team were either crushed into meatloaf by the ten-wheeled truck or fled, and the three thousand Spanish infantry on the main battlefield also surrendered to the commander of Navaes, who was also a Spaniard, when they saw that the defeat was assured.

Cortés' two main allies, Marcisikato, the Grand Chief of the Tlaxcala tribe, were slashed on the spot in the melee, and the six thousand Tlaxcala warriors he brought with him to participate in the battle immediately dispersed; The leader of the Aztec rebels, the puppet emperor Essiteri Shozito, relied on his strong forces to hold out until Zuihou, but with the collapse and collapse of friendly forces, he could not recover the defeat either, and had to retreat to the village of Otumba to continue to resist.

After a brief respite, the two sides engaged in street fighting around the village of Otumba for more than half a day, and after repeated attacks, the Eastern army once again resorted to arson tactics, throwing thousands of Molotov cocktails into the village, and soon the village was set on fire, which was mainly composed of wooden houses and thatched huts.

The puppet emperor Essiteri Shozito himself barely managed to break out of the siege under the desperate resistance of the guards, and then fled in a canoe to the imperial capital of Tenochtitlan. But of the 20,000 Aztec rebels he brought into battle, less than 2,000 survived.

At this point, the Battle of Otumba came to a complete end, and the Western Army, which seemed to have a large number of generals, suffered a devastating blow. Of the 40,000 Western troops before the war, only about 10,000 fled in all directions, and thousands became prisoners of war. Although Cortés and the puppet emperor Essiteri Shozito both escaped from the battlefield, after losing the vast majority of their lives, they could only survive and have no power to turn the tables around.

The price paid by the Eastern Army was only more than 700 casualties, and the losses were very slight -- on the battlefield of the Cold Weapon Age, when the two sides were evenly matched, there were generally not many deaths at all, and even if there were wounded, most of them were only flesh wounds. Large-scale killings usually begin only after the winner has been decided, the loser has turned around and fled, leaving the unsuspecting back to the enemy.

Such an epic record, no matter how you evaluate it, can be called brilliant.

However, the traversers who actually controlled the Eastern Army had no intention of celebrating their glorious victory.

Because an unprecedented catastrophe that they inflicted on themselves has quietly befallen this land of many calamities.

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In the barracks outside Otumba Village, in a spacious tent, except for Maimaiti, who had already passed through the wormhole and left, the remaining five traversers were sitting cross-legged together, and everyone's face was extremely gray.

On the ground between them lay scattered brinkets, all trophies scavenged from the enemy, but they looked familiar—small bottles of perfume, pouches of preserves, small pieces of porcelain wrapped in cotton wool and oiled paper, beautiful jewelry inlaid with plastic gems, and a stack of fine silk overprinted with peonies, roses, peacocks, golden dragons, phoenixes, and other luxurious ornaments, which shone beautifully in the setting sun. …,

Although it is inevitable that there will be some blood stains and dirt, it cannot hide the beauty and splendor of these colorful satins.

However, none of the five people present dared to touch the seizures, as if they were carrying some deadly evil curse.

Of course, in a sense, the silks and spices were indeed cursed, and the sorcerer who cast the spell sat among them.

With their backs to the setting sun, the five figures poked here like wood carvings, maintaining a completely still posture, as if frozen frame on film film. Only the heavy breathing of each other, and the cold sweat oozing from each other, can prove that they are living people and not zombies.

The scene lasted for several minutes, as if time had stopped, and the air around it had literally frozen.

“…… The house is safe, auspicious and free...... Read it again, the house is safe, and the auspicious royal ......"

While reciting the above-mentioned "incantation" in his heart, Wang Qiu quietly opened a slit in his eyes, and then was extremely disappointed to find that those cursed "black magic items" were still in front of him, and it seemed that he could still see the miasma representing the plague, slowly pouring out of it......

“…… Can you really confirm that it was the batch of spice gifts for the King of Spain? Could it be a similar item that we sold before? ”

Holding a hint of fantasy, Wang Qiu took the lead in breaking the dull air and asked Director Ma a question.

“…… Alas, it is true that the style, color and trademark are all right. Moreover, even Navaez himself confessed to us with a shy face just now—because there were so many witnesses that the details of the matter could not be concealed after the gang had been exposed......"

Director Ma's hoarse voice finally shattered a trace of fantasy in the hearts of others, "...... I really can't imagine that this seemingly honest and honest guy can be so bold and reckless, in addition to his own gifts, he also quietly cut off more than half of the gifts that we gave to the King of Spain and the Governor of Cuba on behalf of the 'Emperor of China' -- these are all time bombs stained with all kinds of modern germs! ”

He reached out and grabbed a silk scarf with a few strands of mildew on the edges, and sighed helplessly, "...... Then, as Cortés fought back, the port of Veracruz changed hands, and these added gadgets fell into the hands of Cortés' men, and they were unpacked and divided separately. The trophies were then carried by Cortés' team across most of the valley of Mexico – and by the way, the germs were spread! ”

After saying this, Comrade Director collapsed as if he had lost his strength, and by the way, he threw away the silk scarf as if it were dirty, "...... Pandora's box, which was intended to plague the European colonizers, has now been knocked under our own feet - what is this?! ”

There was silence, silence. The whole tent was once again in a dead atmosphere.

The eyebrows and corners of each traverser's mouth twitched slightly, and they all understood what this so-called "Pandora's box" really meant! Several of them thought their hearts had stopped beating, and their limbs were completely unresponsive, so they could only sit upright and stunned.

-- Previously, in Puerto Veracruz, in order to weaken the survival of the Spanish colonists to the greatest extent and physically destroy their ability to invade the Americas, Director Ma planned a despicable and shameless "germ war against Europe" that was anti-human and anti-civilization to the extreme--entrusted a forged "Imperial Decree of the Chinese Emperor" and a batch of "gifts from the Chinese Emperor", mainly silk, spices, and other oriental specialties, to Commander Navaez, who was kept in the dark, and asked him to transport them back to the rear by galleon. Dedicated to the Viceroy of Velázquez on the island of Cuba and King Carlos of Spain. …,

In fact, these so-called "gifts from the Chinese emperor" were actually "special bacteriological warfare weapons for Europe" that Director Ma had brought from the modern infectious disease hospital -- silk and porcelain were coated with a variety of pathogenic sources of influenza, tea and candied fruit were mixed with highly contagious tuberculosis bacilli, and the cotton used to wrap each piece of porcelain was repeatedly impregnated with the bacterial culture of various virulent infectious diseases such as typhoid, cholera, and plague.

In particular, the pseudo "Decree of Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty", which was heavily sealed in a brass box, hid a real virus weapon -- according to Director Ma's vague description afterwards, it seemed to be anthrax powder that had caused panic in the United States, and some other equally powerful "biological additives......

According to Director Ma's prediction, these seemingly gorgeous gifts, after they arrive in Europe across the ocean, will spread countless highly drug-resistant infectious diseases that have not been available in this era, and bring endless disasters to the human beings who have obtained them - just like the legendary Pandora's box!

But the problem is that Navaes, as a postman, was greedy and embezzled some of the spiced gifts, so that these dangerous "time bombs" could not be completely delivered. Cortés then snatched the treasure-like scourge away from Navaez and gave it to his allies and men...... As a result, the source of infection of these deadly plagues was sprinkled all over most of Mexico at once!

In true history, smallpox and hemorrhagic fever alone have dramatically reduced the number of Mesoamerican Indians from 15 million to 3 million. And in this time and space, their weak immune system will also face typhoid, cholera, and tuberculosis at the same time...... and the infamous Black Death!

“…… In other words, the land under our feet is about to erupt into a 16th-century Resident Evil?!! ”

After half a ring, Comrade Wen Desi, the first traverser who was a half-landlord, finally recovered a little bit of vitality from his sluggishness, and then glared at Director Ma with fire in his eyes, and almost gritted his teeth and said word by word, "...... At least millions of Indians will die of disease, cities in ruins, fields in the wilderness, roads littered with corpses, and we are the umbrella company that induced this Resident Evil?! ”

“…… Almost! But it's not about to break out, it's about to break out Resident Evil - the plague has already spread before we know it, and it's too late to do early isolation! And in the current state of war, it is difficult to come up with any effective means of epidemic prevention. ”

As if he didn't notice the anger in Wenders' chest, Director Ma just waved his hand very tiredly and said in a low voice, "...... From Puerto Veracruz, Tlaxcala, and Cholula, to Tenochtitlan, the capital of the Aztec Empire, Cortés' expeditions and his allies have traveled with our bacteriological weapons to most of Mexico's civilization, bringing plagues and sick to so many places.

Moreover, some of the infected have already passed the incubation period and are beginning to develop the disease - according to the interrogation of the Spanish captives, some of them have fallen ill in recent days, and some of them have developed high fevers and their eyes are red and swollen like charcoal. Some of the patients are barely marching on crutches while pulling their feces into their trousers, which is equivalent to spreading all kinds of germs along the way......"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but pat his chest with palpitations, "...... Hey, fortunately, the brass box with the false decree was finally sent to Spain, otherwise...... Even in our space-time, there is no specific vaccine for anthrax......"

There was another frustrating and hopeless silence - after understanding the current desperate situation, Wen Deji no longer had the strength to be angry.

This situation lasted for a full three minutes, and Wang Qiu took the lead again.

“…… Now that the epidemic has spread, the ability of Native Americans to resist the disease is probably far less than that of Europeans...... So what do we do? ”

“…… What are we going to do? Now we just have to race against time as fast as possible to get antibiotics and vaccines from modern Shijie as fast as possible. Otherwise, we will end up with an empty and deserted America. As for the rest......"

A wry smile bloomed at the corner of Director Ma's mouth, "...... It seems that all that remains is to pray for God's blessing! ”

Hearing such irresponsible words, the green tendons on everyone's foreheads suddenly jumped wildly, and it was as if tens of thousands of alpacas were running majestically in their hearts...... But in view of the former prestige of this Prince Ma, the thousand words in their hearts finally converged into one sentence: auspicious and auspicious!!