Three Hundred and Forty-Two New Information

Burgst is a rookie, how new is he, he has just arrived in Famil City for a few months.

He is a young magician who defected from the Alan Hill Empire. He 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 various magics from the senior magicians of the puppet empire. What he is most interested in is the in-depth study of fire magic, and he has never missed any of the courses he can take.

In fact, his diligent performance satisfied all the magicians, and even some magicians favored him and wanted to take him as their own disciple.

But Burgst is very humble and thinks that he is still too young, and he should practice hard and lay a solid foundation, so that he can go further at the right time.

At this moment, Burgst was holding his book, hunched his back slightly, and went downstairs along the stone steps of the Magic Tower.

A pair of male and female magicians 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, and they all entered the capital of the puppet empire, the great centipede city of Burkeland.

Most of them were scattered and sent to some small and medium-sized cities, receiving a high salary as a magician, but they were engaged in magic learning.

They have no access to any secrets, and this is also a means for the puppet empire to guard against them. On the other hand, in a country where magicians' personal abilities are the most important, the level of magicians who defected from Alan Hill is indeed not up to par.

These magicians generally have relatively low cultivation bases. 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 the science and technology of Alan Hill.

Of course, most of the defected magicians 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 the fact that they are scattered all over the puppet empire. The Alan Hill Traitor.

And these Alan Hill traitors scattered all over the puppet empire are really just like that.

Passing by with his classmates, Burgster continued to go downstairs with his books in his arms,

Until he returned the borrowed books and walked out of the magic tower, he almost had an expression on his face.

Anyone who sees him is very easy-going, and whoever talks to him will stay there until the other party notices the time and leaves.

Because he defected, Burgst enjoyed fairly good treatment, and in the puppet empire, he was definitely considered a middle-class wealthy family.

He is only one person, so he is 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 the life he repeats every day. 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 fighter jets, the kind of shock fighter jets that replaced piston engines with magic engines. Flying piece by piece in the sky, there is a feeling of covering the sky and the sun.

Before, when he saw a similar scene, he was still in Velonsa in Alan Hill. At that time, he saw the B-17 bomber swarm flying over his head like a locust.

At that time, he thought about how far human power can go. It can really be said to be comparable to the power of nature, and it is 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 had brought from Ireland Hill.

The box was very heavy, and even had a built-in keyhole. He opened the suitcase, took out the remaining clothes and gold coins and other items, and then opened the dark layer in the box.

There, there is a set of parts that can't be seen at all. They are placed in the grooves that are just cut out, and they are also cushioned with cotton. They don't make any sound at all. .

These parts were quickly connected together in Burgst's hands, and the device was a super-miniature telegraph from Ireland Hill.

The telegraph was powered by a spar of magical energy, 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 the book "Detailed Explanation of Fireball Technique" on the bookshelf in my home. This is a very basic magic training textbook that can be found all over the world.

While checking the words above, Burgst wrote the corresponding numbers on the paper: the number of pages, the number of lines, the number of words.

When these numbers are arranged, there seems to be 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 the telegraph machine, making a row of regular long and short sounds, one after another, like a long river flowing into the dark night where the sky could not be seen in the distance.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick." With one hand on the telegraph's extremely simple striker, he followed the numbers on the paper with the other. Move back one by one.

...

"Cha..." In a secret telegraph station specially set up in the Holy Demon Empire of Ailan Hill, a non-commissioned officer on duty tore a piece of paper from the paper, frowned and walked out of his duty room.

He knocked on his boss's office and called the boss who was sleeping in the office: "I've confirmed, it's a telegram from a paperclip..."

"Is there a security code?" The officer on duty asked sleepily.

"Yes!" The non-commissioned officer on duty nodded.

"Finally received... It's really not easy." The officer who was no longer sleepy stood up and sighed while looking at the telegram in his hand.

He handed the telegram in his hand back to the non-commissioned officer on duty, and ordered, "Change the high-power radio and send it to Seris 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 Seris City, the headquarters of the intelligence department, in the busy office, a group of people are gathering all the information.

"This is the news from the demon fish. The puppet empire is trying to expand the production capacity of the puppets. They are trying to increase their troops on the front line." An intelligence officer looked at the summary report in front of him and said.

A group of intelligence analysts had no habit of sleeping at all. They always gather together, staring blankly at the piles of intelligence 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 remove those reports that are spam at first glance.

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. Ireland Hill's intelligence department started late, so the workload is more extensive and the coverage is limited.

"The information that the paper clip just got was sent just a few minutes ago. A puppet empire's army passed through his city and headed north. I heard that there were 400,000."

"Moreover, he also saw something very noisy flying in the sky. I think it should be the demon version of the shock fighter."

A puppet force with air cover was heading north, and the puppet empire seemed to be adding troops to the northern defenses.

There are various signs that the puppet empire is also strengthening its northern defense line as much as possible, trying to prevent Alan Hill'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 Demon, so they must have noticed our increase in troops and started I'm worried about my front line of defense."

"Yes, it's a pity that their troops going north and east have already broken into the battlefield, and they can't be sent back, so they can only send troops to reinforce the front line." Another officer nodded in agreement with his chin.

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 Ailan Hill. If he launches an attack now, he will definitely be caught off guard by the puppet empire.

What's more, Ailan Hill has been preparing for the front line for two months, and has also won the neutral position with the defense of the Norma Empire. 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 the intelligence department.

"Send the information to the General Staff... Countermeasures are not something we need to consider." The head of the Intelligence Bureau ordered: "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.