The late autumn of 1918 was definitely not a good season, and as the haze of war over Europe gradually dissipated, a great plague struck quickly.

Lorraine Metz, in the temporary garrison of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. The soldiers gathered quietly in groups to bask in the sun and chat quietly, each wearing a mask, and their eyes were full of worry. Every time a military police and medical team with red cross armbands ran by, it caused a commotion in them. The air was filled with the aroma of the medicine after boiling, and the Chinese medicine practitioners who came from China in advance used the medicinal materials they brought to direct the soldiers to boil and dispel the wind. Western doctors also prepared masks, alcohol and other items in advance, and asked soldiers to disinfect the entire camp with quicklime water every three days. But even so, it is inevitable that some people will be infected with the wind plague (the 469th chapter of the flu is a rich domestic name), and once symptoms such as cough and fever are detected, these soldiers will be forcibly isolated by the medical team and sent to special barracks for treatment, which adds to the tension.

"Hello sir."

"Hello Commander!"

Yue Peng and the officers inspected all the way, and the soldiers saluted him one after another, still with a loud voice and discipline, but it could not alleviate the solemnity on his face. Like everyone else, he also wears a mask, which each person has three to replace in turn, and after replacing it, it also needs to be handed over to the medical team for special disinfection, and must be worn at all times except for eating and drinking. The picture in front of him made him very worried, although he received a telegram from Yang Qiu asking for the prevention of the post-war plague in advance, and at the beginning of the year, a special medical team of more than 400 people brought a large number of "medicine" products to support, but when this wind plague that no one knew where to spread. Everyone suddenly found out that the situation was much more serious than expected!

Zhang Xiaozhun chased after him from behind, and he, who was also wearing a mask, handed him the briefing: "The situation is not good. Newspapers say there are already signs of mass death in the United States, with at least 10,000 or so deaths reported every day. Nearly 20,000 deaths per day are reported on the French side! The mortality rate in these countries is also very high in the 469th chapter. ”

"What about the country and us?" Not to mention Yue Peng, the officers who accompanied the inspection around were all frightened by this string of numbers and asked one after another.

"Yesterday, the contact with the country replied that Taiwan, Guangdong, and Fujian have all found the spread of wind plague, of which the number of people in Taiwan who have reported registration has exceeded 500,000. There are about 300,000 in Guangdong! The rest of the area is unknown for the time being, but the commander-in-chief and the Ministry of Health are closely monitoring, and it is heard that he is already preparing to personally visit Taiwan. It's also more troublesome on our side. Fortunately, the army said that the presence of medical teams and advance preparations for infection and mortality were not high. However, the Chinese workers in Britain and France were more serious, and more than 20,000 people had contracted the wind plague. The two ambassadors, Wang Zhengting and Shi Zhaoji, have gathered the Chinese workers together and unified their jurisdiction, and not only sent a telegram asking for help from China, but also asked us to find a way to get some doctors and medicines. ”

"Doctor Yang, look." Hearing that there was a large-scale infection of Chinese workers, Yue Peng was also very anxious. These are all industrial workers who are urgently needed in China, and they are about to return to China to serve the country for three years, but they are out of this file, so they hurriedly looked at a middle-aged doctor next to them. This Doctor Yang is a disciple of Wu Qingyuan, the holy hand of Xinglin in the late Qing Dynasty, and he is very good at treating wind plague, so the Ministry of Health specially invited him to serve as the leader of the medical team of the expeditionary force.

This Dr. Yang not only followed Wu Qingyuan to learn Chinese medicine, but also studied some Western medicine in the past two years. Therefore, it has made a great contribution to this epidemic prevention. He twisted his beard and said: "Commander Hui, now I see that our dispelling wind powder still has some epidemic prevention effects, and one cup a day can greatly reduce the incidence of disease." However, the medicine brought this time is only enough to maintain the needs of the soldiers for half a year, and if 780,000 workers are added, I am afraid that it will affect the army. ”

"I'm not afraid of drugs." Zhang Xiaozhun said: "After the commander-in-chief learned of the situation, he has sent a fleet to deliver medicine, and he can arrive at the port of Marseille in ten days at the latest. ”

"It's easy to do it if you have medicine." Doctor Yang heard that the medicinal herbs were enough. Hurriedly took out the formula of the weekday boiling medicine, and wrote down the essentials such as the heat time and handed it to Zhang Xiaozhun: "Dispelling wind and powder is not complicated, and it can be combined with Western medicine to alleviate the onset of the disease." This is a recently recorded method and prescription for boiling medicine, as long as you follow the prescription every day, I dare not say that it is foolproof, and it can save many lives. ”

Zhang Xiaozhun did not dare to slack off, and immediately handed the prescription to Bai Chongxi, and instructed him to select soldiers with flexible hands and feet to set off for the Chinese labor gathering area. He also asked people to contact Wang Zhengting and Shi Zhaoji to find a way to organize Chinese workers who understand medical skills to help themselves. When everything was arranged, there was a report outside the door.

"Report, Long Yun, a non-commissioned officer studying in Germany, came to meet with all the students studying in Germany."

In the crisp sound of the report, Long Yun and thousands of students studying in Germany, non-commissioned officers and overseas Chinese appeared in front of everyone. After an outbreak of the wind plague, they were ordered to meet from Switzerland. These people are the treasures of the country, they were under house arrest in Switzerland by Germany before, and at this moment, Germany has relaxed its supervision of them because it has no time to take care of itself, so Yang Qiu wants to take them to France, after all, the medical conditions in the expeditionary force are much better, and they can be treated in time if something happens.

Zhang Xiaozhun knew a lot of people inside, especially Long Yun and a few of them had received his training before going to Germany, but when he swept his eyes, he found that Bingwen and Liu Mingzhao and a few others were not there, and he thought something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "How many of them are Bingwen?" ”

"Report to the Chief of Staff. Bingwen and Mingzhao have both gone to Germany on a mission. ”

"Germany, on a mission?" Zhang Xiaozhun and Yue Peng glanced at each other, what other tasks are there in Germany at this moment?

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Yang Qiu, who stayed in Shanghai, knew better than ordinary people the devastating and serious nature of the Spanish flu. But he is not a doctor, and the recipe for the VX nerve agent and the drawings for the warhead are readily available in the data machine, but the treatment of influenza is obviously not classified as a military one. Even if it is included, there will be no strain samples of this flu in later generations, so they can only rely on the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and send medicine to people to let everyone figure out their own way. On the contrary, he was worried about the speed of the spread of the flu in China, and there was almost no literature on the spread and outbreak of the flu in the country, so he knew very little. Many people say that this wave of influenza has not done much harm to the yellow race, but from now on, he believes that it is a misunderstanding due to the lack of information. It is impossible for such a large country, with such a dense population and poor medical conditions to be less than any other country in Europe.

The flu was not something he could control, and he didn't have any specific medicine, and he felt powerless. Fortunately, this wave of flu will gradually subside next year, and no matter how great the damage is, it will only take two years to persist, but on the contrary, the detailed plan for deploying military reform must begin immediately, and as a soldier, he knows very well how profound the impact of the First World War on the world military was. Aircraft and tanks dominate the battlefield, and almost all tactical theories are closely related to the integration of air and ground, large corps, armored penetration, blitzkrieg, etc. The problem lies in the transformation of theory into actual combat effectiveness, and it takes enough time for grassroots officers with a lower level of education than Europe and the United States to master the new theory before they decide to start early.

Instead, he is worried about R&D and manufacturing. Although there is a century-old military quintessence of the data machine, the problem is that the transition from drawings to real objects is seriously limited by two major constraints: materials and industrial capacity. The former needs time to accumulate slowly, and the latter needs to have a design, R&D and scientific and technological team that materializes the drawings in addition to a well-structured national industry and skilled workers.

Why has it been eight years since we came back but has not yet established a complete national experimental center, and why has there been no institution like NASA in the United States? It's not that he doesn't know the importance of these institutions, but that the Republic of China really lacked scientific and technological talents at that time. This problem has only been slightly alleviated until recently, and the students who have returned from studying in Europe and the United States one after another, thousands of outstanding people selected from overseas Chinese and Nanyang Chinese from all over the world through various channels, talents who have been painstakingly cultivated in China over the past few years, and technicians who have been poached from all over the world through the war, and finally some Russian elites including Sikorsky, Tsiolkov, Federov, etc.! It already has the capacity to build a national comprehensive research institution.

Of course, this piece of the puzzle was still the last piece Yang Qiu picked up the Rhineland plan that had been shelved for several years and turned his head. In his eyes, Lu Bicheng was bending down to pack up the things he went to Taiwan for him to inspect, and in this posture, his buttocks were tightly and rounded by the culottes, and even he was a little reverie when he saw it. Fortunately, the important plan in his hand reminded him and asked, "Lan Qing, have you prepared all the money you prepared last time?" ”

"What money?" Lu Bicheng straightened up blankly. Casual home, wrapped in a broken huā blue cloth headscarf, she looks like an ordinary housewife at the moment, which makes Yang Qiu, who is used to seeing bright clothes, also brighten her eyes, and said with a smile: "It's the money you sent to Bingwen." ”

Lu Bicheng remembered that he had confessed last year that he would try his best to pool his liquidity and transfer it to a bank in Switzerland, and said with a smile: "Does Vice President Yang, who regards money as dung, also care about how much money he has?" She huddled around like a child, held her chin and winked: "You haven't told me what to do with all this money?" ”

"Hmm." Yang Qiu patted the woman's forehead angrily, and a few sticks of lingering sea flew up: "Bingwen is coming back soon, I'm going to ask him to help our Miss Lu San buy some fashion and come back." ”

"Really?" knew that he was joking, but Lu Bicheng still kissed his cheek. Yang Qiu was also infected by this kind of little joke between the couple, put down the document and hugged her in his arms and kissed her deeply, before asking, "Can you say it now?" ”

Lu Bicheng hooked his neck, pressed his plump buttocks to his thighs, and said while feeling his changes: "Oil patents, South American instant coffee, and some other income, a total of 65 million US dollars, have all been transferred." ”

"How much?!"

Yang Qiu had never cared about how much money he had, so even he was shocked by this number, when did he become so rich?。!!!