Chapter 692: Harichan's Journey

The journey of Harry Chan

As time went by, people began to fall down, and then everyone would rush to rob the dead of all their money, food, clothes, and meat

Soon some people in the team began to vomit, and then began to twitch and shiver, but no one cared, as long as he stopped struggling, a group of people would swarm up

At this time, more people began to vomit, twitch, and shiver.

Later, Harry Chan learned from a dying missionary that this was cholera, a terrible plague.

There were more and more corpses on both sides of the road, and some villages along the way did not even have a living person. There were terrible noises everywhere at night, the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, and the sound of rats and wild animals gnawing on corpses.

Even villages with living people did not welcome them. The villagers would throw stones at them, and some landlords would even let their servants stand on both sides of the road with muskets to prevent them from sneaking into the bare fields.

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

Suddenly, a group of masters wearing bird-beak masks on horseback came on the road. They drew their sabers and killed anyone they saw.

Some people knelt down to pray, but their heads were crushed by the horses' hooves. The red, white and mud stuck to the horses' hooves and continued to run.

Those who ran along the road were eventually caught up and killed one by one, dragged together, and then sent to the sky by fire.

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

Those masters who were ready to continue searching for the fish that slipped through the net had to give up, hurriedly mounted their horses, and hurriedly left.

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

In history, the Governor-General of Russian Poland, Paskevich, issued a kill order for refugees passing through the border. However, at this time, due to the tense war in the South Caucasus, he was urgently transferred to the Governor-General 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, you may be infected if you come into contact with a cholera patient.

At that time, Russia's medical level was very poor, and the understanding of cholera was not as good as that of the British. Many people even thought it was the Black Death.

Coupled with the propaganda of the church and the misleading of the government, even the word that Jewish witches used a big pot to boil the plague in the caravan was spread.

So those horseback masters avoided the refugees, so how could they take the initiative to attack?

Harry Chan 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 to come here.

Harry Chan saw that everyone was queuing, so he instinctively started to queue up. The long team moved slowly, so some people wanted to pass through the empty place.

The priests on both sides of the team shouted something, as if they were going to call them back, but those people remained indifferent.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Just as those few people were knocked down near the border, a team of soldiers stepped forward and shot at those who were not dead, dragged the bodies, and burned them in one go.

In fact, this was an order given by Count Stadion himself, because it was really intimidating if it was not ruthless.

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 Chan's turn. After a simple inspection, 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 take off their clothes carefully.

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

As soon as Harry Chan 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 liquid with the smell of alcohol, but were immediately stopped by the drink.

"Don't drink! Wash quickly!"

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

If there are symptoms of fever, chills, and vomiting, the whole group will be isolated.

Fortunately, this did not happen to Harry Chan's group. They were given some black 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 dams 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 that Harry Chan cannot reach. Those people generally have extraordinary skills, or they are scholars who can prove themselves. They will be sent to Vienna for special treatment.

Harry Chan and a new Jewish serf Delicaf are working hard to clean up the stones. Although they are very tired, they have a full meal every day, so they are still very motivated.

But they soon encountered a problem. A huge stone weighed more than ten tons, which was not something they could handle with pickaxes and shovels.

Even if they could lift it, the carriage could not pull it. These refugees who had finally regained their lives did not want to lose this hard-earned job, so a large group of people gathered together and started to think of a solution.

"Why not use wood to lift it! Anyway, the distance is not far, let's lift 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, and if we work less, we will eat less. If we work well, we will be paid. And where can we find so many pieces of wood?"

Delicaf: "We can use a pickaxe to break the stone into small pieces, and then move them in batches. This will be faster than using wood."

Delicaf said the most common operation at the time, and the refugees agreed with it. So there was a clanging sound around the giant, but soon the problem came again.

Harry Chan: "No! This stone is too hard! If you keep going like this, the pickaxe will break! If you break the farm tools, you will be whipped!"

Most of these people were born as serfs and have a fear of whips engraved in their bones.

"What should we do?"

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

"Light a fire?"

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

Delicaf thought Harry Chan was crazy.

"You actually want to burn the stone!"

The refugees around laughed. Although they had little education and were illiterate, they all knew that stones could not be burned.

"Listen to me! If it doesn't work, I will push the 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 Chan, the refugees began to pour water on the boulder, and a white steam immediately rose from the surface of the boulder that had just been scorched by the high temperature.

But when the smoke dissipated, the boulder still stood tall. Amidst everyone's boos, Harry Chan swung his pickaxe and hit it, and the boulder shattered.

Three days later, when the supervisor and the blasting expert arrived, they found that the previous boulder had disappeared.

"That's granite!" The supervisor exclaimed in some confusion.

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