Chapter 341
My Empire Chapter 341
2020-11-03
Chapter 341 342 New informationBurgst is a newcomer, how new is he? months.
He is a young magician who defected from the Alanhill Empire, always has a faint smile on his face, and gets along very well with his neighbors.
Every day he has to report to the magic tower, and then learn all kinds of magic from the high level magicians of the puppet empire. courses that he can take.
Actually, his diligent performance made all the magicians very satisfied, and even some magicians favored him and wanted to take him as their direct disciple.
But Burgster is very humble and thinks that he is still too young and should work hard to lay a solid foundation so that he can go further at the right time.
At this moment, Burgster was holding his book, hunched his back slightly, and went downstairs along the stone steps of the magic tower.
A man and a woman magician passed by him, and he politely gave way and bowed. Although these are only his classmates, he has always done so.
"Hello, Burgst." The male classmate nodded slightly to Burgst and greeted him.
"Nice to meet you, Hist." Burgst also replied with a smile, his tone full of humility and joy.
There are dozens of people who fled to the puppet empire with Frenzberg. Can they all enter the capital of the puppet empire, the great centipede city of Burkeland.
Most people were scattered and sent to some small and medium-sized cities, receiving a high magician treatment, but engaged in magic learning.
They have no access to any secrets, which is also a way for the puppet empire to guard against them. On the other hand, in this country where the magician's personal ability is the most important, the level of the magician who defected from Alanhill is really not on the table.
These magicians generally have a relatively low cultivation base, they can only learn basic magic a little bit, and then tell the relevant departments what they know as much as possible, and let them study Alanhill's science and technology.
Of course, most of the magicians who defected have already told everything they know to the puppet empire, so after a few months of being unable to ask anything, the upper echelons of the puppet empire don't care much about these people. Alanhill traitors scattered throughout the puppet empire.
And these Alanhill traitors scattered all over the puppet empire are really just like that.
Passing by his classmates, Burgster continued to go downstairs with his books in his arms, until he returned the books he borrowed and walked out of the magic tower, he almost had an expression on his face.
Whoever sees him is very easy-going, and whoever chats with him will stay there until the other party notices the time and leaves.
Because he defected, Burgst was treated quite well, and in the puppet empire, he was definitely considered a middle-class wealthy family.
He's just a man, so he's even more lavish. In the vegetable market that he passed by, he bought some local vegetables and some meat, and carried it all the way home.
This is his daily life, this is his everyday all repeating life. Today, he heard some classmates discussing the troops passing through the border, and he followed suit, watching countless troops meandering forward, which was a very enjoyable thing in itself.
At the same time, he also saw some demon fighters, the kind of shock fighters that replaced the piston engines with magic engines. Flying piece by piece in the sky, there is a feeling of covering the heavens, shielding the sun.
He had seen a similar scene before, in Velonsa, Alanhill. At that time he saw the B-17 bomber swarm covering the heavens, shielding the sun flying over his head like locusts passing through.
At that time, he thought about how far human power can go. It can really be said to be a force comparable to nature, and it feels as suffocating as the top of Mount Tai.
When he returned home, he put down the vegetables and meat in his hands, and in the fairly spacious room he rented, he casually took off his magic robe and threw it aside.
Then he lay lazily on the bed, and his breathing began to gradually become even--when he woke up, the sky outside was completely dark.
After eating a little home-cooked meal that was not very tasty, Burgst opened the suitcase he brought from Alanhill. The wooden box was angular and looked a little outdated.
The suitcase was very heavy, and even had a built-in keyhole. He opened the suitcase, took out the rest of the clothes and items such as gold coins, and then opened the suitcase. inner dark layer.
There, there is a set of unrecognizable parts, placed in a groove exactly cut by one by one, and cushioned with cotton, making no sound at all, no matter what Shake the box and it won't move.
The parts were quickly joined together in Burgst's hands, and the device was an Alanhill ultra-compact Telegraph.
The Telegraph is powered by magic energy spar, which can be found everywhere in the puppet empire. The magic lights in some rooms are powered by magic spar, which can be easily bought in the market.
I opened a book of "Fireball Technique Detailed Explanation" on my bookshelf at home. This is a very basic magic cultivator textbook, which can be found all over the world.
While checking the words above, Burgst wrote the corresponding numbers on the paper: page number, line number, word number.
These numbers are arranged, and it seems that there is no regularity at all. Only by checking this book with Fireball Technique in detail, can you know the content of the telegram.
His fingers tapped lightly on this Telegraph, making a row of regular long and short tones, one after another, like a long river flowing into the dark night where the sky could not be seen in the distance.
"Dick, tick. di di di, tick. tick, tick." With one hand on Telegraph's extremely simple striker, the other Move backwards along the number one by one on the paper.
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"Crack..." In a specially set up secret telegraph station in the territory of Alanhill Saint Demon Emperor, a non-commissioned officer on duty tore a piece of paper, frowned walked out of his duty room.
He rang his boss's office and called the boss who was sleeping in the office: "I've confirmed, it's a paper clip telegram..."
"It's safe. Password?" The officer on duty asked with sleepy eyes.
"Yes!" the sergeant on duty nodded.
"Finally received it... It's really not easy." The officer who had lost sleepiness stood up and sighed while looking at the telegram in his hand.
He handed the telegram back to the non-commissioned officer on duty, and ordered: "Change the high-power radio and send it to Serris as it is!"
"Yes! The non-commissioned officer on duty immediately stood at attention and saluted, took the telegram again, turned around and walked out.
In Serris City, the headquarters of Intelligence Section, in the busy office, a group of people are gathering all the information.
"This is the news from the devil fish. The puppet empire is trying to expand the production capacity of the puppets. They are trying to increase the frontline." An intelligence officer looked at the summary report in front of him and said.
A group of Intelligence Section analysts have no habit of sleeping at all. They always gather together, staring blankly at a lot of information from all over the world.
They should try their best to connect the information from all over the world, summarize the facts that can basically be confirmed as facts, then mark the controversial parts, and then eliminate those reports that are spam at first glance. go out.
These intelligence documents have to be compared and approved, and those that conflict with each other have to be compared and arranged. The amount of work is quite huge. Alanhill's Intelligence Section started late, so the workload is larger and the coverage is limited.
"The information that the paperclip has just received was sent just a few minutes ago. A puppet empire's army passed through his city and headed north. It is said that the number is 400,000."
"Also, he also saw in the sky, something with a lot of noise flying by. I think it should be a demon version of the Seismic fighter."
A puppet force with air force cover is heading north , the puppet empire seems to be adding troops to the northern defense line.
There are indications that the puppet empire is also strengthening its northern defenses as much as possible, trying to prevent Alanhill's southward attack.
An intelligence analysis officer frowned, looked at the intelligence summary in front of him, and said, "Their intelligence network is better than ours, especially in the area occupied by the holy demons, so they must have noticed our increase I'm starting to worry about my front line of defense."
"Yes, unfortunately, their troops from the north and east have already broken into the battlefield, and they can't be recruited back, so they can only be transferred again. Reinforce the front line." Another officer touched the chin in agreement.
The movements of the puppet empire are already obvious. They are reinforcing the front line, and the intelligence shows that the reinforcements of the other party have not yet arrived at the front line.
This can be said to be a very favorable situation for Alanhill. If an attack is launched now, the puppet empire will be completely unprepared.
even more how, Alanhill has been preparing for the front line for two months, and also relying on the defense of the Norma Empire to win the neutral position, this is a perfect opportunity.
However, how to deal with it depends on the decisions of the General Staff and the Army Headquarters, which has nothing to do with Intelligence Section.
"Send the information to the General Staff... Countermeasures are not something we need to consider." The head of the Intelligence Bureau instructed: "Tell the General Staff that the enemy already knows our movements. ."
"No problem! Half an hour ago, we arranged for someone to send the intelligence summary to the staff." An analyst reported.
(end of this chapter)