War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Chapter 692 Harry Charn’s Journey

As time goes by, people begin to fall, and then everyone will swarm up and steal all the money, food, clothes, and meat of the deceased.

Soon some people in the team began to vomit, and then began to convulse and have chills, but no one cared. As soon as he stopped struggling, a group of people would swarm him.

At this time, more people began to vomit, convulse, and have chills.

Later, Harry Zahn learned from a dying missionary that it was cholera, a terrible epidemic.

There are more and more corpses on both sides of the road, and some villages along the way don't even have a single living person. The night was full of terrible noises, the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, the constant sounds of rats and beasts gnawing on corpses.

Even villages with living people did not welcome them. Villagers would throw stones at them. Some landowners even asked their servants to stand on both sides of the road with muskets to prevent them from slipping into the bare fields.

Harry Zahn wanted to give up several times, but he didn't know why his feet kept walking, walking through hills, fields, and rivers.

Suddenly, a group of gentlemen on horses wearing beak masks came on the road. They drew their sabers and killed everyone they saw.

Someone knelt down and prayed, but his head was crushed by the horse's hoof. The red, white and mud stuck to the horse's hoof and continued running.

Those who ran along the road were eventually overtaken, killed, dragged together, and then set on fire high into the sky.

Harry Charn hid in the grass and watched all this quietly. The flowing blood, burning fire, and howling wind soon turned this "funeral" into a fire.

Those gentlemen who were ready to continue searching for fish that had slipped through the net could only give up, mount their horses in a hurry, and leave in a hurry.

Harry Charn and many other fish that slipped through the net also took the opportunity to escape.

Historically, the governor of Russian Poland, Paskiewicz, issued a kill order for refugees crossing the border. However, due to the intense war in the South Caucasus, he was urgently transferred to the post of governor of the Caucasus.

After the governor left, naturally no one was willing to continue Paskevich's order. After all, even if you wear a beak mask and come into contact with cholera patients, you may be infected.

At that time, the medical level in Russia was very poor, and even the British did not understand cholera as well as the British. Many people even thought it was the Black Death.

Coupled with church propaganda and government misinformation, even rumors spread that Jewish witches cooked plague in cauldrons in caravans.

So the gentlemen on horseback were avoiding the refugees, so how could they take the initiative to attack?

Harry Charn came to the border. He didn't know whether it was heaven or hell on the other side, but he followed the corpses and the crowd here.

When Harry Charn saw everyone lining up, he instinctively started lining up. The long queue moved slowly, so there were always people trying to pass through empty areas.

The priests on both sides of the team shouted something, seeming to call them back, but those people remained indifferent.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Those few people near the border were all knocked down. A group of soldiers stepped forward and shot the remaining people with another shot, dragging the corpses and burning them all at once.

In fact, this was the order given by Count Stadion himself, because he really couldn't be deterred.

At this time, a priest came over and said in Russian: "Please line up, keep order, keep quiet, be patient, everything will be fine."

Finally it was Harry Charn's turn. After a brief examination, he was taken to a house surrounded by white cloth.

"Take off your clothes!" Someone repeated it twice in other languages.

An officer said coldly, and several refugees looked at each other and had to carefully take off their clothes.

"Close your eyes and mouth!" Someone repeated it twice in other languages.

As soon as Harry Charn closed his eyes, a basin of liquid with a strong smell of alcohol was poured on him.

"Wash you clean!"

Some refugees wanted to drink the alcohol-flavored liquid, but were stopped immediately.

"No drinking! Hurry up and wash up!"

About two minutes later, several clergymen walked in with basins of water and began to pour water on the refugees. Then everyone was given a new set of clothes and pulled into a cabin for observation.

If symptoms of fever, chills, or vomiting occur, the entire group will be quarantined.

Fortunately this didn't happen to Harry Charn's group, who got some brown bread and soup.

After all this, they were assigned to rest in a temporary camp.

If nothing happens in the next three days, they will be sent to build embankments or clear weeds, and some of the smartest people will be able to stay and help build the camp.

In fact, there are some people who are beyond the reach of Harry Zahn. Those people generally possess extraordinary skills, or are scholars who can prove themselves. They will be sent to Vienna for special treatment.

Harry Charn and a new Jewish serf, Delikaf, were working hard to clear the stones. Although they were tired, they had enough to eat, so they were still very motivated.

But they soon encountered a problem. A huge stone weighed more than ten tons, which they couldn't solve with picks and shovels.

Even if they could lift it, the carriage couldn't pull it. These refugees who had finally regained their lives did not want to lose their hard-won jobs, so a large group of people gathered together and began to think of a solution.

"Why don't we use wood to tilt it up! The distance is not far anyway. Let's tilt this stone into the river."

"No, no, that's a waste of time! The supervisor said that if we work more, we will eat more, if we work less, we will eat less. If we do well, we will be given money. And where can we find so many good ones? wood?"

Delicafu: "We can use a pickaxe to break the stone into small pieces, and then transport it in batches. This can be faster than using wood to warp."

What Delicafu said was the most routine operation at the time, and the refugees all recognized it, so there was a clanging sound around the giant, but soon the problem came again.

Harry Charn: "No! This rock is too hard! If you keep doing this, the pickaxe will break! If you break farm tools, you will be whipped!"

Most of these people were born as serfs and had a deep-rooted fear of whips.

"What should we do?"

Harry Charn: "There are so many trees and weeds here, we could light a fire!"

"ignition?"

"Yes! Light a fire! Light a big fire!"

Delicafe thought Harry Charn was crazy.

"I actually want to burn the stone!"

The surrounding refugees also laughed after hearing this. Although they had little education and were even illiterate, they all knew that stones could not be burned.

"You listen to me! If it doesn't work, I will be responsible for pushing this stone to the shore!"

So the refugees began to pile branches and weeds around the boulder. After the fire burned for several hours, the boulder remained motionless.

Then, under the leadership of Harry Zahn, the refugees began to pour water on the boulder, and a sheet of white steam immediately rose from the surface of the boulder that had just been roasted by the high temperature.

But when the smoke dissipated, the boulder was still standing. Amidst everyone's boos, Harry Charn struck with a pickaxe, and the boulder suddenly shattered.

When supervisors and demolition experts arrived three days later, they found that the previous boulder had disappeared.

"That's granite!" the supervisor sighed with some confusion.

In fact, in this era, usually explosives are used directly to deal with boulders.