"More than 20 isolation areas have been established in the southern epidemic area, and 12,000 patients have been collected.
Anti-epidemic manuals and protection manuals have been distributed.
However, there are too few nurses and the survival rate in the quarantine area is very low."
Nightingale looked at the man sitting in the chair in front of her and reported her measures in the past few months.
But when it came to survival rates, Nightingale's throat moved.
"Probably not too high."
In other words, this kind of isolation area is no different from being sent to the morgue in advance.
Arthur closed his eyes, "I know, you have tried your best, and this is also to let as few people die as possible."
Arthur slowly opened his eyes, frowned and said, "According to common sense, the Spanish Empire should also be a victim of this plague. Why can their army still maintain combat effectiveness?"
"I have also noticed this." Nightingale said, "I visited those prisoners of the Spanish Empire, and I found that even though they were very close to the epidemic area and the sanitary conditions were not good, they were still not infected with the plague. signs.
At most, it is some other diseases. "
"Why?"
"This is unreasonable." Nightingale looked at Arthur, "And I have only seen this kind of unreasonableness in you."
Arthur's eyes flashed with a little light, "Is this so?"
He looked at Nightingale. As a field nurse, she was also wearing a military green uniform at the moment.
In order to allow her to command a certain number of people, Arthur even gave her a certain military rank. Her long fiery red hair was tied into a braid and placed behind her head. A small bag was slung around her waist, which contained basically everything. First aid supplies.
"Are you planning to go to the quarantine area next?" he asked.
"This is also the purpose of my coming here." Nightingale said seriously, "There is no place where you need me more than that."
Arthur continued to stare at her. He and Nightingale had spent not half a year but three or four months together on the battlefield.
He clearly knew the character of his friend.
Beneath the seemingly weak appearance, there is strength and bravery that ordinary people don't have.
Not long ago, when they attacked Paris, the enemy's resistance was particularly fierce, and the battlefield was the bloodiest.
But even so, she still went to the front line and pulled the seriously injured soldiers off the battlefield one after another.
Arthur stared at Nightingale, and after a moment, he said. "I can't change your will, but I hope you can survive. The people of Britannia still need you."
He didn't do much to stay.
The nobility of a strong-willed person must be respected.
Nightingale was not surprised by Arthur's answer.
In this world, if there is anyone who understands himself best, it is the person in front of him.
He has many similarities with himself.
For example, the will and belief that cannot be easily changed.
In a sense, what that person said was not wrong at all.
He is indeed destiny, and only he can bring this decaying country back to life.
He bowed to Arthur, then turned around and left, opened the curtain of the tent and walked out.
Her pace was leisurely, as usual.
If anyone saw this scene, no one would have imagined what kind of purgatory she would go to next.
She doesn't know magic, and she doesn't have a physique that's invulnerable to all poisons like Arthur.
She is just an ordinary person who knows some medicine.
But we have to face something that has taken the lives of many ordinary people...
Arthur remembered what his teacher said about Napoleon many years ago.
Human beings are very fragile beings, and there are many things in this world that can kill them.
But humans are also resilient beings, which is why they finally defeated these things and stood at the top of the food chain.
They will feel fear, but they will turn the fear into their own possession, do it even though they know that it cannot be done, and constantly challenge the things that cannot be defeated.
At the end, a miracle will happen.
While Arthur was thinking a lot, a soldier suddenly ran in outside the tent.
"Marshal, we found a group of Spanish Empire soldiers entering Marina Village in the east."
"What?" Arthur stood up suddenly, "When did you find out?"
"just."
"Go and notify the others, I'll rush over first." Arthur walked out of the tent directly, woke up Sonny who was lying at the door, turned over and jumped on top of him.
Then he rushed towards the village.
The wandering army is an army that has been broken up. Because these armies are not familiar with the terrain of Britannia, it is difficult to find large units to join together, and they will form rogue bandits that enter various places to plunder villages.
Among the armies in the world, there are only a few armies with strict military disciplines like theirs. These soldiers of the Spanish Empire will not leave mercy to their enemies.
Many villages have been burned, killed, and looted by these wandering troops. The scenes are difficult to describe in words.
During the battlefield in West France, Arthur often acted alone, because for his combat effectiveness, the people following him would only be a burden.
As long as the number of enemies is not particularly large, he can deal with it alone. If the number is really huge, he can also escape.
Whenever he went to the battlefield, he also took the lead.
However, because of this, his behavior was criticized by many close generals, including Wolff.
It is said that wherever the emperor fights with the soldiers on the front line, even the generals below will not do this.
But Arthur's answer to them at that time was:
“The soldiers are here to protect Britannia and protect this foreign land that their families and friends have set foot on, and not for anything else.
And so am I. "
It is undeniable that because of his taking the lead, the morale of the army reached an unprecedented peak.
They had never seen such an emperor.
In their understanding, not to mention the emperor, even the nobles would not send their heirs or even their closest servants to the battlefield.
They would just hide in the back and enjoy the results of their victory as a matter of course.
But at this moment, an emperor, the most noble being in the empire, was not standing behind them, but in front of them, leading them to fight together.
How can this not make people crazy, how can it not make people yearn for and worship.
Sonny is much stronger than before. During this time, he ate a lot in the army, but he also exercised a lot. His body is basically full of muscles and he runs very fast.
Soon, it took Arthur to the vicinity of the village.
But they were already late, the firelight reflected the sky red.
The fire burned the surrounding houses, and the hot air wave mixed with the other smells rushed to the face, like a cursed breath.
Arthur walked into the street against the heat wave. Bodies were everywhere on both sides of the dry dirt road. Some of these people were disemboweled, while others had lost their limbs.
In the heat wave, the strong smell of blood hit their nostrils. The two people ran out of the sea of fire. Every inch of their skin was on fire. Their eyes were full of fear of being burned, and their bodies were convulsing on the ground due to pain and fear. .
Arthur raised his hand to summon water to extinguish the fire for them, but when he cast his magic, they fell into the rubble, completely losing their life, and their bodies gradually became distorted as the flames burned.
A disgusting smell hit my face.
Arthur became gloomy, lowered his raised hand, and clenched his fist tightly.
On the battlefield on the Eastern Front, they quickly changed from defensive operations to counterattacks, and entered the territory of Western France.
Because of their strict military discipline, they did not plunder the lands of the West French Empire.
Although the West French Empire's army plundered some villages, after all, they were their own country and their own compatriots, and they would not massacre their own compatriots.
It wasn't until he came to this battlefield that Arthur saw with his own eyes the bottom line of human beings and how evil human nature can be.
This was not the first time he had seen this scene, which was why he was so anxious when he heard that there were stray troops entering the village.
If it was just looting supplies, massacre would be completely unnecessary.
But they just did it, just to satisfy their own desire to kill.
Arthur took a few deep breaths to calm down.
Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something and stepped forward quickly.
A seven or eight-year-old girl was lying on the ground, dying, with a large knife wound on her chest.
He stepped forward and put his arms around the girl's neck, "Wake up, kid, don't sleep."
He directly stretched out his hand to draw an Ogham character in the air. With the input of magic power, the girl's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Arthur. She seemed to have seen something terrible, with an indescribable horror in her eyes.
"Witch. Witch!"
Arthur's eyes froze slightly, and he recalled the strange behavior of the Spanish Empire's army in his mind.
Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and turned his head to look at the street. A woman shrouded in black robes and wearing a hood was slowly approaching.
The hood was large, covering most of her face.
Arthur put the girl on the ground, stood up slowly, his eyes reflected the burning fire around him, looked at the woman at the end, silently raised his hand, and pulled out the Sword in the Stone from his waist.
"Did you kill all these people?"
The corners of the mouth that were not covered by the hood slightly raised and he spoke.
“I don’t think these are people.
No matter how many of these lowly things die, it's all the same, isn't it? "
There were sparks in Arthur's eyes, veins appeared on his forehead, and his hand holding the sword became much tighter.
The woman raised her hand, and dozens of people wearing Spanish Empire uniforms suddenly poured out of the surrounding alleyways, raising their firearms to shoot at Arthur.
But it was obviously in vain, the flintlock could not cause any harm to Arthur.
Arthur raised his sword to deflect all the bullets, and then rushed directly towards the soldiers like missiles.
In the eyes of these soldiers, Arthur was almost an afterimage. One person fell down almost in the blink of an eye, and a dozen of them had their throats sealed by Arthur's precise sword in just one minute.
Then, Arthur saw the woman reciting a strange spell. There was no surge of magic power, but there are many magical spells in this world that have no surge of magic power.
The best way to deal with such a wizard
A sharp light flashed in Arthur's eyes for a moment, and his whole body struck like a sword from a string.
"Puch~"
Without any resistance, his sword blade penetrated her chest without any hindrance, blood spurted out, and the hood also fell back at this moment.
The face under the hood was a very ordinary face, with dull eyes. But as the hood fell off, her eyes gradually returned to clarity.
The next moment, her pupils shrank slightly and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Arthur pulled out the Sword in the Stone, and the woman fell to the ground helplessly, with blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.
Because her throat was blocked by blood, she could not speak, and her eyes were full of fear and hollowness.
At this time, the little girl who was treated by Arthur gradually woke up. She saw the "witch" lying on the ground at a glance, and she let out a shrill cry.
"Mother!"
Following this cry, Arthur's pupils shrank slightly.
The girl staggered up from the ground and knelt beside the woman, but the woman had completely lost her life.
Looking at the girl who kept crying, Arthur's expression gradually became a little ugly.
Everything that happened before and after he entered the village flashed through his mind, as well as the woman's expression and eyes before she died.
He felt as if he had been calculated...
As for the purpose...
The girl wiped her tears and soon saw the Sword in the Stone still dripping with blood in Arthur's hand.
She seemed to have thought of something and shouted miserably.
"Did you kill my mother!?"
Arthur found it difficult to face her eyes for a while.
But suddenly, the girl's eyes suddenly changed, and she rushed towards Arthur, with a knife in her hand at some point.
"Puch~"
Arthur was unable to react for a moment, and the knife stabbed into his abdomen.
The members of the Royal Celtic Knights who came from behind saw this scene, and Wolfe was a little stunned.
"My emperor!"
He galloped over directly on his war horse, pulled out his saber and wanted to behead the girl, but was blocked by Arthur.
"My Emperor?" Wolfe didn't quite understand.
"I'm fine." Arthur said in a low voice. He knocked the girl unconscious and then pulled out the knife inserted in her lower abdomen.
His powerful muscle control allowed him to quickly stop the bleeding.
"Do you still remember that in some of the witch case files we have seen, there are records of some women admitting to being witches in front of a large audience?"
Wolfe nodded.
"There were many witnesses at the time, and there were almost no doubts." Arthur's voice was low, "But now, we should have the answer..."
"It's hypnotism," he said.
"Hypnosis?" Wolfe frowned. This skill also existed in folk legends, but no one had ever seen it.
"For those of you who are determined, it's useless, but it's easy to control women and children.
There is no magic fluctuation in this technique, so I didn't notice it.
This is a group of enemies we have never seen before. "
Arthur said hoarsely.
He half-knelt silently in front of the girl's mother's body and pulled down her eyelids.
He was silent and stared at the corpse.
Wolfe and the knights behind him were also silent and did not disturb Arthur at this moment.
I do not know how long it has been.
Some water droplets fell on Arthur's face, and then more and more water droplets gradually formed a rain curtain. A heavy rain poured on the land wantonly, extinguishing the surrounding flames and making a sizzling sound.
"This is an ordinary mother."
Arthur took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and said to the soldiers coming from the military camp.
"Like a mother to many of you."
Arthur's throat moved, "But, I killed her."
"My emperor." Wolfe hesitated to speak.
"She died of my pride," said Arthur.
“Obviously, there are many doubts about all this.
For example, there is no magic fluctuation on her body, and for another example, we have actually cleaned up the stray troops nearby.
Also, I should have knocked her unconscious and interrogated her...
But the anger made me lose my mind. "
"I swore an oath when I drew my sword!"
Arthur glanced at everyone present.
"I want to bring hope to every Brittanian and save this country from decay.
However, I killed an innocent woman with my own hands.
I... broke my oath! "
He raised his hand and held the Sword in the Stone across his chest. Heavy rain slapped on the sword, splashing water.
“This sword is the holy sword chosen by the king, and only a noble person can use it.
But now, I am no longer qualified to use it. "
"Your Majesty!" Wolf couldn't help shouting.
But his shouting obviously couldn't stop Arthur's will.
He flicked the long sword in his hand, and the sword in the stone slid through an arc in the air and was inserted into the cliff wall on one side, sinking deeply into it.
There was silence all around, and no one spoke except for the pouring rain and the sizzling sound of coal extinguished by the rain.
Everyone was looking at Arthur in the heavy rain.
Watching the emperor who threw away the god-given holy sword as self-punishment for wrongfully killing an innocent woman.
The emotions of these soldiers were stirring and it was difficult to stop.
At the same time, they gritted their teeth silently.
When the master humiliates his ministers and dies, the monarch is humiliated and his ministers feel the same shame.
But they couldn't stop it, or even warn them.
Because this is a noble act performed by a noble king.
Wolfe raised the sword in his hand, and the knights behind him raised their hands in unison. All of them used their swords to draw deep blood marks on their palms.
Protecting the monarch they were loyal to was also an oath they swore, but they also failed to fulfill this oath.
"Take this child away and find a good infertile family to adopt it." Arthur said, looking at the fainting girl in his arms.
Wolfe couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sword in the stone embedded in the cliff.
"Your Majesty, do we need to station people here?"
"rest assured."
Arthur jumped on Sonny's back without looking back and said calmly.
“They can’t pull it out.
This is their purpose.
Then I will..."
His eyes flashed with light and he whispered softly.
"Let them have their wish..."
(End of chapter)
