Chapter 1487: The Book of Plague, Shulot and His Disciples
"Teacher Prophet, what is 'smallpox'?..."
"Quitrawak, where did you see this word?"
"Ah! It's that book you've been writing whenever you have time. That picture book with little human animals, internal organs, bones, and strange cells... the word 'smallpox' keeps appearing at the beginning, and it was drawn by you A red circle was drawn, and a mysterious spotted figure was drawn next to it..."
"Oh, it turns out to be the Book of Plagues. Quatlawak, did you peek at my scroll again?"
"Uh! You just spread it out on the desk, and you didn't say not to look at it! ... I just glanced at it a few times, and I didn't recognize many of the words. But the little people in the pictures were very strange, and many of them were bleeding. Teacher, Brother...is this a mysterious witchcraft book? ...Or don't teach them, just teach me one? ..."
"Kuitlawak, we must learn together! We are all disciples of the prophet and of the blood of the royal family. Why should you learn it alone?"
"Tetle Pangechar, why? Just because I am the strongest! None of you can beat me, one by one!"
"That's because you are the oldest! You are nineteen years old, and we are only fifteen or sixteen!"
"Even when I was fifteen, you couldn't beat me!..."
"Shhh! The teacher is holding the stick, please stop making any noise! If you make any more noise, you will be beaten..."
“!!…”
There is no cold wind in October in the Mexican plateau, but instead there is spring-like warm sunshine and brightly blooming tropical flowers. The alliance's legion camp stretches among the rolling hills and valleys, and the siege of Yunshan City has lasted for more than two years. The royal tent and flags on the hill, and the increasingly fortified main camp of the royal tent like a fortress, all show the will of the God King who will never give up until Yunshan City is captured.
As the siege camp continued to be built, a new "prophet cabin" was built next to the king's tent in Xiulote, which was used to tell the "divinely inspired knowledge" and "prophet inheritance" to the noble children who were studying.
There is a large desk in the wooden house, a wooden board for teaching, a large chair with a backrest, and a row of small stools without backrests. But now, Shulot was wearing a feather crown, lifting a thick and long teaching stick weighing two kilograms, and looking at the disciples "amiably". This teaching stick is made in the shape of a bladeless Makwat war stick and is covered with a thick layer of rubber. It is very suitable for close contact with students and teaching spirit and discipline. There is no way, facing this group of Mexica aristocratic young men with good family backgrounds, martial arts and unruly temperament, sometimes the teaching of physics is indeed more effective.
"Stand straight! Put your hands on your knees and don't shake your head! One, two, three!..."
Facing the "prophet's stick", the dozen or so noble youths from the alliance finally calmed down and sat obediently on the small stools. Even if we don't count the rumors of Shulot's divinity, in terms of bravery alone, teenagers like them can't compare to Shulot who has been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years. In fact, among the generals of the royal family, the only one who could compete with Xiulote in bravery was Moctezuma II, Quatlawac's brother, who was currently on the Western Route Army.
"Very good, very energetic!"
Shulot held his stick and walked around in front of the noble boys. He stopped first at the side of the son of the Prince of Tlacopan, named Tetlepan Quetzal, "the precious feather that shines on the stone," that is, the "Stone Noble Feather." Then, he smiled, rubbed Shi Guiyu's hair, and whispered a sentence.
"The eloquent Jaeyu..."
Then, Shulot walked to the eleventh son of the late lord Asal, "on top of the algae in the water and the purified sludge", in front of Kuitlawak, and gave the teaching stick a heavy blow. Quatlawak shivered in fright, but did not receive a blow on his head. He only heard a mysterious "curse".
"The bloody Zi Lu..."
After saying these two "spells", Shulot raised the corners of his mouth for some unknown reason and smiled happily. After a while, his eyes became deep, and he looked at Quatlawac who asked about smallpox. This eleventh generation monarch of the alliance who died of smallpox in history, he really felt the sound of a heavy destiny.
"Kuitravac, the "Book of Plagues" is not a book of witchcraft, but a medical book. It is a... um... real "Book of Destiny"! It is related to the fate of the entire alliance, and even the entire world! …”
"I have been writing this medical book for a long time. During the two years of siege, I would write a section when I had time, and I have written several versions. As for the version with pictures, it is relatively easy to understand and is for The newly promoted medical priests, I can explain the teaching materials I have prepared to you! After all, the time is coming..."
As he said that, Shulot turned around and wrote the word "smallpox" in big letters on the wooden board, and then drew an abstract little man, especially with many spots, like human-shaped lotus pods.
"Smallpox is an invisible 'epidemic' that is brought about by the invasion of evil spirits and can be spread through breathing. It is one of the most terrifying evil plagues! The characteristic of this plague is dense and terrifying spots of herpes, which can cause Let people die from ulcers, acne and pus..."
"With the alliance's current medical level, once this kind of plague is spread, there is almost no way to treat it. We can only rely on the patient's own three life forces, the spirit 'Tonali', the blood 'Tayolia', and the Yang Qi 'Ihotel', come to resist together. The most important role is the 'Tayolia' inherited in the blood... If it is 'Tayolia'. Leah can produce the 'antibodies' to deal with it before the body bleeds and completely suppurates, and has enough nutritional supplements to produce antibodies. Otherwise, once hemorrhage or malignant suppuration occurs, he will definitely die, no matter how strong he is. The samurai will be reduced to a mass of rotten flesh with pus and blood in just half a month, becoming a hotbed for the spread of epidemics..."
Speaking of this, Shulot sighed quietly and looked at the greenery outside the window and the flowers blooming in the distance. This tropical plateau, which is like spring all year round, is really the most comfortable soil for plague. What's worse than the tropical plateau is the tropical jungle along the coast where it feels like summer all year round...
"Witness the Lord God! As the heirs of the royal families and glorious nobles of the alliance, and as the future rulers of the city-states of the alliance... you need to keep this in mind! The way this 'epidemic' spreads is through the air you breathe, through the close proximity Distance from skin contact, through contaminated water and feces so! Once traces of this epidemic are discovered in the future, what must be done is to block roads, strictly isolate the movement of patients, blockade villages where plague occurs, and even more strictly handle the bodies, clothes, and houses where patients have lived. Everything must be burned and never used again..."
"As for those who handle it, they must wear cotton masks and gloves prayed by medical priests, and after handling, their clothes must be burned and isolated separately... because the epidemic is still possible to spread through these contacts..."
Speaking of "dealing with", Shulot lowered his eyes and felt a little heavy in his heart. In this era, the main way to deal with "smallpox" and "plague" in Europe was the simple and crude, but practical and effective "burning", that is, "the judgment of God's fire." This purification of trials was often radical and complete, including the erasure of entire villages. As for the current medical level of the Alliance, once smallpox is introduced to the Mexican plateau, I am afraid that we can only carry out the most stringent "village burning" like other European countries.
In fact, in this era, "burning villages" is already the most effective "prevention and treatment" measure. The only possible and real response to the threat of smallpox was the "variolation method" that appeared in the Central Plains of the Yuan Dynasty. But this kind of "variolus vaccine" that has been weakened through patients and screened from generation to generation, although it sounds simple, but how to extract it, how to operate it, how much time it will take... Xuelot is not clear about it. All he knew was a rough and definite direction.
"Witness the Lord God! White-skinned demons have appeared in the East China Sea. The many plagues they bring will inevitably come to many islands in the East China Sea within a few years... and smallpox will be the easiest and most likely to be brought. One of the first ones to come along!”
"Compared to the limited force of the evil demons, these terrible plagues are the real threat that can destroy the country and destroy the entire world! Next, I will send you the illustrated "Book of Plagues" in turn. You. Everyone takes it back, makes a copy for himself, and returns it to me... The course next month will be based on this book, and there will also be medical priests coming to listen..."
Xiulote held the teaching stick and glanced sternly at the dozen or so disciples who were sitting upright and trying to be obedient. Each of these aristocratic young men came from a distinguished background, and they were nominally students studying here at the "divinely inspired prophet". But to a certain extent, they were the hostages that God-King Avit demanded from the great nobles of the alliance in the name of "prophet teaching" during his long southern march away from the royal capital.
Just like the eighteen-year-old Cuitrawak, who was already a warrior battalion commander in the Western Expeditionary Army and followed his brother Moctezuma II in the expedition, but he was still ordered by Avitt to come and study at Shulot. There is obviously a political consideration in this that the God-King checks and balances. God King Avit is like the towering smoke-peaked sacred mountain, not only pressing on Shulot, but also on many royal families and nobles, driving the entire alliance to invest in the southern expedition...
"Witness the Lord God! Do you have any questions?"
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"Brother...cough...teacher! I have a question!..."
Shulot looked at him with sharp eyes, and Quatlawak immediately changed his title. For this "divinely inspired prophet", he both wanted to get close to him and was in awe of him. In terms of blood relationship, Shulot is not only his cousin on his father's side, but also his distant cousin on the royal family branch, and he is also the brother-in-law who jointly married the three Silver Crow sisters. Now, she has become his teacher again...
It can only be said that the marriages of the great nobles of Mexico are complicated and do not have any generational etiquette. Instead, they are more like nomadic grassland tribes.
"Quitlawak, what do you want to ask?"
"Witness the Lord God! Teacher, are the plagues brought by evil spirits, especially this 'smallpox', really an irresistible threat that can wipe out the entire nation? Look, I am so young, so strong, and my whole body is full of 'Tayoli' Damn my blood! If I get smallpox, won't I be able to recover on my own? And those strong jaguar warriors, many of whom are stronger than me, won't be able to resist it..."
"Quitlahuac, I know what you want to ask. You are a strong warrior. If you get smallpox now, you have a good chance of being able to resist it with your body... But I want to tell you. Your current strength is related to your age of 20 and adequate nutrition. If you get smallpox again in another 20 years, when you are 40 years old, you will definitely not be able to resist it and will definitely die!"
At this moment, Xiuluot looked at Quitlahuac with deep eyes, as if he saw another river of fate. And seeing the prophetic eyes, Quitlahuac trembled slightly, and inexplicably felt a mysterious fear. Then, he saw the "prophet teacher" looking around at everyone, and solemnly taught in a serious tone that he had never had before.
"God bless you! The reason why the plagues brought by these evil spirits threaten the destruction of the country and the genocide is that they will never appear only once, and will not only spread among strong warriors and the army!..."
"For warriors with adequate nutrition and strong bodies, as long as there is enough cleaning, treatment and nutritional supplements, even if four or five, six or seven out of ten die, there will always be some people who survive! But the most terrifying thing about these plagues is that once the elderly and young children get them, they are almost certain to die!..."
"Take 'smallpox' as an example! If the smallpox mortality rate of adult men is three to six out of ten, then the mortality rate of young children, who lack sufficient resistance, is almost nine out of ten. Even 100%! This is a complete erasure of the next generation of the tribe, and a genocide on a time scale! …”
“Without newborn children, there is no future for our tribe! The terrible thing about the evil plague is that each of them can kill countless children, and only one in ten survives. Therefore, the strictest blockade is carried out to prevent the spread of the plague, and even the infected villages are burned down... It is to give young children a chance to grow up and become strong! Otherwise, once a plague comes every few years or more than ten years, making it impossible for children to grow up... The future of the entire alliance world is the darkness of withering and death! …”
At this moment, Xiu Luote's stern voice, like the most intense war drum, beats in the hearts of all disciples. And when the fierce drum beats are over, it becomes a soothing bamboo flute, a piece of music that depicts hope...
"Of course, you don't need to be afraid or despair! The Lord God has given clear divine revelations, pointing out the way to completely prevent the plague... Just like smallpox, no matter how many sacrifices are made, the medical priests will definitely complete the magic of "vaccination"! And as long as young children get a mild case of smallpox after vaccination... they will no longer need to be afraid of smallpox, and can grow up safely and become the next generation of priests, warriors and farmers!..."
"And the hope that is more likely to accelerate research will also come with continuous investment!... Whether this hope is in the east or the west, no matter how much manpower, material resources and wealth are spent..."