Chapter 939 The Dawn of the Willantians (1/2)

Although he is usually nothing serious and always comes up with some bad ideas, this time Ye Shina's idea really produced a miraculous effect.

With the cooperation of the southern border guards of the Wilante Alliance, they quickly completed the screening of the first batch of 43,000 Wilante people entering the province of Wilante, and confirmed that 152 of them were carrying "death agents" "Virus patients.

What is shocking is that two-thirds of these patients are elderly and children.

Their immunity is relatively weak to begin with, and they were tortured by the sea water and cold wind before going ashore. Many of them had not survived the incubation period of the "killing agent", but suffered from severe colds first. .

The 30,000th team responsible for setting up the isolation area transferred these patients to separate camps and tents, and informed the patients of the test results after completing the transfer.

After learning that he actually carried the "killing agent" virus, Old Bazel's face suddenly showed an expression of astonishment.

"Death potion?! How, how is it possible... I am in good health, and those who sneeze are not sick, why me?!"

As he spoke, the stunned expression gradually turned into fear.

He was not entirely worried about his own safety, but he was thinking about his wife who was setting off in the same group as him.

The soldier in orange chemical protective clothing sat opposite him and nodded seriously.

"According to the research data provided by the alliance, the onset time of the fatal agent is usually two weeks later. You have no symptoms yet, which means that the infection should not be long ago. We hope you can tell us the areas you passed along the way, and the escort...or rather The number of the unit escorting you, and any other clues you think are valuable."

When he said this, he paused for a moment and added in a serious tone.

"We will do our best to save you, so please be sure to tell us the clues you know... this is very important!"

Sensing the seriousness in that tone, Old Bazel calmed down the complicated expression on his face.

After calming down and thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke.

"My home is in the city of Yavente...Rue des Invalides, which is considered the core city area for the time being."

"Road des Invalides?"

An unexpected expression was written on the soldier's face, and the hand holding the pen wrote hurriedly in the notebook without stopping.

Old Bazel glanced at him in surprise as well.

"Do you know a place?"

The soldier in charge of recording nodded.

"Of course I know... I should say you don't need to know, the people living on Rongjun Road are all military families."

Old Bazel said with a complicated expression.

"And they are the families of fallen soldiers."

This is one of the traditions inherited by the major legions from the City of Triumph, and it is also a social welfare that began in the era of Marshal Julius.

Military dependents living on Invalid Army Road will receive a monthly pension, and regular health examinations will be arranged. At the same time, medical treatment does not cost any money.

After all, only by solving the soldiers' worries can they move forward regardless of their own safety.

Even until a week ago, he enjoyed treatment that was not inferior to that of an active centurion.

The soldier then asked.

"Then do you remember which army took you away?"

Old Bazel nodded and continued.

"The people who mobilized us to leave were the personal guards of the commander of the Tire Army. I don't know the number of tens of thousands of people. Their attitude was still very polite... If nothing else, we should be the first few people to arrive at the dock. But it doesn’t seem to be the first batch. When we arrived, the ferry was gone and there were only about a dozen small boats left.”

After jotting down this sentence in his notebook, the soldier asked again.

"Then are they wearing chemical protective suits?"

Old Bazel's eyes fell into confusion, he recalled it carefully for a long time, and finally shook his head and said.

"It seems...no, but I did see gas masks. It was around that time that I heard about the plague, but no one paid much attention to it, and I didn't pay much attention either."

The soldier in charge of recording exchanged glances with the soldier standing at the door.

The latter's expression was a little subtle, and he muttered in a low voice.

"I heard from people in the alliance...the prevalence of awakened people doesn't seem to be high."

"I see……"

The soldier in charge of recording murmured with a complicated expression and wrote this guess aside as a note.

Regardless of whether the virus was released by the personal guards of the commander of the Tire Army, this matter must have something to do with them.

After this farce is over, they will naturally investigate according to Tusuoji's instructions.

After completing the recording, the soldier closed the notebook in his hand and looked at the old man in front of him seriously.

"Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any additional clues, please feel free to contact us. In addition, since you carry the 'death agent' virus, we hope that you can stay in the isolation area as much as possible and avoid contact with other people."

"We will bear the expenses of all your daily necessities during the quarantine period. If you need anything, we will try our best to help you. The only thing is, please don't leave here."

Old Bazel smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, what trouble are you talking about... I've caused you trouble, and I have to ask you to take care of me."

He is a traditional Weiland man who obeys and is loyal to the collective and does not want to cause trouble to the collective.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that the young men from Triumph City in front of him were a little different from the young men from Triumph City in his impression.

They also obey the collective, but they have a different understanding of the collective.

He couldn't tell what the difference was, but the two were indeed different.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man smiled and said.

"You are being polite. We are compatriots. How can we leave you alone? If there is anything, you must tell us. Don't feel embarrassed or troubled."

After that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, the old man sitting opposite him suddenly seemed to remember something and reached out to grab his arm.

Seeing the soldier with an unexpected expression, Old Bazel said seriously.

"By the way, I heard... this death agent is the genetic weapon in the Great Desert?"

The soldier whose arm was grabbed hesitated and said in an uncertain tone.

"The identity of the attacker is currently uncertain... but the existing intelligence can confirm that the death agent is indeed artificially designed."

This is the news released by the Guards.

He was not sure whether it was appropriate to tell the patient, but the commander did not forbid them to do so.

Old Bazel nodded, let go of his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

"I suddenly remembered... Two days before departure, I seemed to have had an examination at the hospital on Guangrong Road, and I also had blood drawn for testing. The process that should have been completed in half an hour took three hours. I thought it was strange at the time, but I didn't take it to heart."

"Hospital on Guangrong Road? Which hospital? Do you remember?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the notebook that had just been closed and added this clue.

"There is only one hospital there, and the citizens of our entire street go there for treatment."

Looking at the soldier who was taking notes in a hurry, the old man continued in a very light voice.

"Listen, if you have to, don't be merciful... I am willing to take the virus to the grave."

The soldier who was taking notes in a hurry stopped his hand and looked up at the old man in surprise.

Old Bazel grinned and gave the young man an encouraging look.

"I am satisfied that I can live to 79 years old in the wasteland... Want to make me into a bullet to shoot at the Weyland people? I will tell that idiot, there is no way!"

He understood everything.

The culprit is Tyr, there is no second suspect or murderer at all.

The whole thing is that guy's own conspiracy from beginning to end.

No matter what, he would never do such a stupid thing? Such a stupid guy can't be the leader of the legion? Ha, only children who haven't grown their hair yet would think so.

He knows better than anyone that Tyr is a guy who can do big things.

But he really didn't expect that the guy didn't plan to do big things in Yavent City, so he got rid of these people who were in the way in advance. Instead, from the moment the guy got them away, he was already playing a big game.

But he won't let the guy succeed.

Even if he is just an old man, he will fight in his own way.

The soldier stared at the old man in a daze, his expression awe-inspiring.

"... I understand your feelings, but we will never do this."

Old Bazel grinned.

"Won't do this? But Tyr won't be soft-hearted. I'm worried about you doing this. Can you win? Don't play too hard."

The soldier smiled and comforted.

"Don't worry, our Consul said that the bottom line is not the same as weakness, it is our shield."

Old Bazel: "Consul?"

"Yes, Mr. Pangolin who set foot on the Glory House with the hope of all of us."

When the soldier said this, his tone was full of pride from the heart.

"Our Consul also said that we will not defeat the beasts with the methods of beasts, jump into the mud and roll with them, and make everyone stink. We will use the weapons and methods of civilized people. We will not only tell them not to even think about it, but also completely destroy their spirit, and prove to our compatriots who kneel down and flatter the authority that wild dogs will always be wild dogs and will never defeat two-legged people!"

Old Bazel stared at the young man in a daze, and saw a familiar shadow in a trance.

That was his grandfather...

Or rather, the warriors who once united with Marshal Julius.

They are strong, brave, loyal, and invincible...The whole Triumphant City is full of their statues and their shadows.

That was an era that had long gone, just like the prosperous era of the Weilant people.

He had envied that era very much, and had lamented more than once that he was born at the wrong time.

Unexpectedly, at the end of his life, that glorious shadow appeared again.

"...It seems that your archon is indeed an extraordinary person."

Looking at the old man with a sincere expression, the young man said with a hearty smile.

"That's natural... Speaking of his experience, it would take two days and two nights to finish."

Listening to the young man's words, old Bazel laughed out loud.

"Haha! Then I can't pretend I haven't heard of it... Wait until everything is over, I'll buy you a drink and we'll talk slowly."

He suddenly became a little curious.

The legend about the archon...

...

The shadow of the "death potion" loomed over the Weilant Province, but fear did not overwhelm the people living on this land.

All the refugees stayed quietly in the quarantine area, receiving rationed supplies in an orderly manner and undergoing health inspections under the management of the Vaillante Alliance border guards.

With the assistance of the alliance and college researchers, the newly born Vaillante Alliance successfully withstood the waves of waves of refugees from the Southern Legion, and built and consolidated twenty quarantine zones under this continuous impact.

The whole process is not easy.

After all, it was not only refugees but also the bodies of dead people who were washed ashore by the waves.

The survivors living in the quarantine area have to endure not only the scarcity and shortage of supplies, but also other epidemics other than "death agents" and plagues caused by insufficient sanitary conditions.

Not only that, the Valantian Alliance also had to face the agents of the Southern Legion.

Not only will they spread panic and incite survivors to attack the checkpoints, they will also try to break through the isolation zone through physical means.

Fortunately, this is in the wasteland. There is still a large expanse of wasteland between the quarantine area and Triumph City, and the population flow between the small settlements scattered in the wasteland is not very close.

Although several accidents occurred during the period, due to timely remediation, the border guards of the Vaillant Alliance finally successfully controlled the virus and did not let the "death agent" spread to Triumph City.

The Weirant people staying in the quarantine area are also quite cooperative.

The unity they showed in the face of difficulties even infected the aliens who fled from the province of Batoya.

In this way, all of them jointly created a miracle that was almost impossible to succeed——

That is, with almost no preparation, relying on iron will and the belief of never abandoning or giving up, he withstood the "cross-sea assault" launched by the Southern Army with the flesh and blood of civilians, averaging 50,000 people a day. ".

At this moment, the Southern Army was like a crazy beast, having entered the final stage of hysterical madness.

At the same time, as Triumph City gained a firm foothold in the first round of the "Death Agent" impact, the situation in this crisis gradually began to develop in a direction favorable to the Valante Alliance.

Under the mediation of the Battlefield Atmosphere Group himself, the civil service group, and the Imperial Guard, the United States, the Eastern Empire, and the Northern Empire in the New World also gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.

The warships of the New Federation are advancing towards the Whirlpool Sea.

On the other side, the Eastern Empire and the Northern Empire sent the food, medicine, clothes and tents that the Weiland Alliance urgently needed through the north-south railway.

Although the seemingly incomprehensible legion was disbanded, the Wilantes did not forget their hometown.

They are still as united as before, even more united than before.

In this way, half a month passed, and it was early October in the blink of an eye.

In the past half month, the Southern Army has launched nearly 800,000 old, weak, women and children northward, and a total of 12,707 patients have been diagnosed with the "death agent". None of them successfully crossed the border!

The antidote for the lethal agent is still under development. Although a reliable vaccine has not yet been obtained, inhibitors that can alleviate symptoms have been successfully developed.

According to the opinion of the Alliance Biological Research Institute, the one who untie the bell is still the one who tied the bell. If you want to get a vaccine as soon as possible, the best way is to get the virus research and development data in the hands of the Southern Army.

A military operation against the city of Avent has been discussed at the Alliance Army Staff.

But at this moment, Ye Shi, who is in the quarantine area, doesn't know what's going on outside, and if he knows, he probably doesn't care.

Due to the previous "little tricks" and Jiang Xuezhou's "nonsense talk" that exaggerated his achievements, he has now been regarded as a virology boss by the border guards of the Weiland Alliance.

A group of big-nosed officers hung around behind him all day long, asking him for advice on epidemic prevention work.

Enjoying the feeling of being treated as a boss very much, Ye Shi also raised his nose to the sky, having a hard time like the stars and the moon.

Looking at the densely packed "valuable experiences" written all over the notebook, the official from the Logistics Department turned into a bitter melon and complained incessantly.

"According to the standards you mentioned... our expenses would probably be astronomical."

When Ye Shi heard this, he spread his hands and said happily.

"I just give you ideas. You can ask the consul for the money."

It's impossible to ask him to pay. It's also unthinkable to ask him to ask for money from the alliance. It would be good if he doesn't charge them.

But having said that, managers who have always been stingy are quite kind when it comes to matters involving human life.

The testing reagents that Jiang Xuezhou helped transport were all produced by the Biological Research Institute at a huge expense, but Triumph City didn't take a penny from them and didn't even mention the money.

After sending away the officials from the Logistics Department, not long after Ye Shi walked out of the tent, he saw Xuezhou, who had just returned from Dawn City.

When the reagents were used up, her scientific research ship flew to Dawn City again and airlifted a batch back.

I have to say that the anti-gravity aircraft is really a good thing. It is said that if there were not too much orbital garbage outside, it could even drive directly to the moon with a kick of the accelerator.

It's a pity to leave this treasure in the hands of the academy.

Just when Ye Shi was thinking about something rude, Jiang Xuezhou happened to see him and called out from afar.

"Hello."

Seeing this guy's unkind look, Ye Shi yawned and said somewhat helplessly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What, what's wrong! Do I have a lot to do?"

Dissatisfied with this guy's impatient tone, Jiang Xuezhou's eyebrows instantly rose.

But it was only a moment, and the two eyebrows softened again.

After a while of hesitating, she coughed in a reserved manner, and then changed her tone to a casual chat, saying something that was incoherent.

"That... why don't you explain it."

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, confused by this incoherent sentence.

"What explanation? Explain what?"

"It was last month... when I first came," Jiang Xuezhou looked aside shyly and muttered softly, "Why don't you explain to Yutong that we... weren't flirting."

... Ah?

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, like a groundhog in a daze on the grassland.

After a long time, he finally uttered a word from his open mouth.

"Are you a child? What is there to explain?"

And this happened half a month ago, right? !

Jiang Xuezhou seemed to realize that it was a bit incoherent to bring up this matter suddenly, and immediately buried his head with a red face.

"Yes, yes... What is there to explain? There is no need to explain at all, haha."

So embarrassing...

My face was so hot.

Looking at the dumbfounded Ye Shi, she felt that the sole of her shoe was almost scratched through by her big toe...

...

Triumph City.

The meeting room of the Glory Court.

After the mobilization meeting, the battlefield atmosphere group dismissed the officials at the conference table and said to the commander of the Lei Ze army sitting next to them.

"You said that you want to let the beast see my courage, so are you satisfied with my courage?"

The old man in golden armor smiled faintly, nodded pertinently and said.

"It's so-so, a little tender compared to Marshal Julius, but it's barely acceptable to me."

The battlefield guy made a helpless expression, but the corners of his mouth still curled up a bit of smug smile.

Being able to make a 172-year-old monster give a "barely" evaluation, it seems that he is at least qualified.

Looking at Mr. Archon, Lei Ze thought for a while and continued.

"In fact, what makes me happier than your courage is that you used the word "compatriots" when persuading me."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was stunned, and couldn't help showing a helpless expression on his face.

Is that it?

"Many of my friends are Weilant people. Even if I am not Weilant, it is difficult not to consider them."

"Even if it is betrayal of the alliance?" Lei Ze said this in a joking tone, looking at him with interest.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group shook his head slowly and said in a casual tone.

"I never think that I betrayed the alliance. In fact, I am sitting here because I fulfilled my promise."

Lei Ze looked at him intently.

"Promise?"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group nodded, his eyes lost in memories, thinking of a long, long time ago.

"When we left the shelter, we all swore an oath under the banner of the Human Union. We vowed to rebuild our homeland... and this is what we have been doing. When we go to a place, we don't destroy the local order, but work with them to find possibilities for the future."

"Haha!"

Leize laughed heartily, gently patted the armrest of the seat that he had crushed before, and said in a teasing tone.

"This sounds like a disaster relief agency."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group smiled faintly and said modestly.

"We are a disaster relief agency. Isn't that what Blue Gopher does?"

"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed even more heartily, and the smile between his eyebrows was much more relieved.

He was really relieved that he had finally waited for this day.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group couldn't read his emotions, but unexpectedly felt the same way as him.

If one day, I live in a new era, looking back on the ups and downs I have experienced along the way, I think I should laugh as happily as this old man.

Casting an approving look at the young consul, Lei Ze gave a heartfelt compliment.

"No matter what, you can treat the Weilant people as compatriots, not tools to complete the mission..."

"I feel relieved."