Sixty-Nine and Others

"We have two infantry regiments that are advancing to the location of the magic concentrate. Depending on the time, they may have occupied there." Looking at the magic concentrate marked on the map, Des felt his heart beating faster.

As long as they have that concentrate, their country can mass-produce the knowledge magic ball! With the knowledge magic ball, they can use the "God Word" of Chris' brain to cultivate more and more talents.

After publicity, the current Chris has stepped onto the altar in Ireland Hill. He is described as a god who saves mortals from the sea of ​​misery, a god of knowledge with supreme wisdom, and a god of craftsmen who creates industrial civilization.

And the whispers of the gods from Chris are the greatest wealth of the entire Alan Hill Empire. Everyone wants to pray Alan Hill Chris every day, and the new prayer ritual is accepted by everyone without even promoting it.

The people who can feed the people, make money, and win wars—such gods do not need publicity at all, they will inherit the infinite power of belief and become the object of worship.

Businessmen who have made a lot of money, even if they only need to look at the "vouchers" representing wealth in their hands, they will support Chris unconditionally. Because their net worth and life are within the industrial civilization created by Chris, if they want to continue to make a fortune or keep their savings, they must stand on Chris's side.

The workers supported Chris even more. It was Chris who provided them with jobs, and it was Chris who enacted the Worker Protection Law, which protected the legitimate rights and interests of workers to a certain extent. He was the working-class morning star and their idol.

Farmers are also on Chris' side, because with Chris' help, their grain production has increased by 25 percent, and for the first time, they have seen grain prices soar with increased production. If this does not support their monarch, they feel that they are no different from the devil.

Merchants, workers and peasants are all on Chris’ side, and Chris’s rule has become unprecedentedly stable. If you count the influence of textile handicrafts and light industry on women, Ailan Hill can be said to be the most dominant. Strong country.

Because of this, with the popularization of printing, the streets and alleys are covered with slogans of long live Chris and simple portraits of His Majesty the Archduke. And on these slogans, Chris was called "His Majesty the King", "His Majesty the Emperor" and even "God of Mortals".

Because of the cheapness of the cloth, the king flag of Ireland Hill is everywhere, the door of the hotel, the roof of the hotel, and the flagpole of the castle. Everywhere is flying the black golden eagle flag, making the whole city permeated with a kind of similar Festive joy.

This propaganda offensive was created by Deans, who, after gradually handing over production management to Mr. Gourlow, focused his work on internal affairs. Then, he showed his remarkable talent for domestic affairs.

Chris just casually told him stories about publicity and management. Now this Deans can be said to be like a fish in water, bringing out the brilliance of Chris's chief butler to the fullest.

"How about the weapons? We must send the produced weapons and ammunition to the front line as soon as possible! That is the key to our victory!" Chris said to Des, looking at the number of weapons produced in the report.

"All the carriages have been collected, and the merchants even lent us their own carriages. In addition, we also received 700 pack horses and 1,500 sheep for food rations from the grassland empire..." Desai Er is very sensitive to numbers, he said.

"The transportation speed is the fastest now. The grassland empire is different from the previous invasions to the south. This time they prepared the food by themselves, so they squeezed our road transportation..." When he talked about transportation,

With a very dissatisfied tone.

In fact, road transportation is very crowded and busy on weekdays: the level of industrial production and material mobilization in Ireland Hill is dozens or hundreds of times that of a year ago, and these pressures have been transferred to the backward road traffic.

The caravans and convoys that had already overloaded the roads were already enough, and now there were more troops heading south and supply convoys that transported these troops—plus the 100,000 horses and 50,000 of the Prairie Empire. People's food and drink...

These things brought the already fragile transportation system to the verge of collapse, and the road caused more trouble to Alan Hill than the soldiers of the Arlantean Empire on the front line. Concrete roads are now on the agenda of all territories, and people have never paid more attention to road construction.

"The backward transportation level is really an annoying thing." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed, and commented a little unwillingly: "If our railway starts to operate, the situation will be much better."

"The situation is still the same, we can't lay the railroad to the dangerous front line, and the railroad track is too expensive." Des complained about the railroad's fraud: "Of the 20 newly manufactured anti-aircraft guns, 10 have been sent. Going to Naru, 4 more doors were reinforced to the factory area, and the other 6 doors were equipped for the newly formed regiment..."

"I'm still a little worried! We have too few means to deal with the Magic Empire." Chris said to Des worriedly.

"In fact, according to the best situation, we will also lose about 3 regiments of soldiers..." Des looked at Chris and said with a heavy voice: "When facing the Holy Demon Empire... … It’s normal to lose a little more.”

"More than 10,000 people... We just left them on the battlefield and let them die?" Chris is the first time to fight this kind of war that may cost a lot of money, so it is inevitable that there will be some entanglements in his heart.

Des seemed to have heard something funny, and looked at Chris with a sigh: "Your Majesty! The war between mortals and magicians... There has never been a victory for thousands of years, and you can defeat the Holy Demon Empire. one offense, then you've made a history."

"But I don't want to make history!" Chris stood up stubbornly, pressed the pistol on his waist, and said to Des: "What I want is a victory! I can't watch my soldiers helplessly. To die! I have to do something!"

Hearing Chris say this, Des was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to have realized something and nodded: "If your words can be heard by everyone, it is estimated that millions of people will be willing to die for you. …”

"No! I don't need them to die for me! I want them to live for me! Fight for me to the end!" Chris walked to the door, turned around and said to Des behind him: "After I leave, Ceris I'll leave it to you!"

"Please be careful on the road, Your Majesty! I wish you a smooth journey and success." Des bowed slightly and blessed Chris.

He didn't stop Chris from going to the front because he had already been persuaded. He felt that a qualified leader should indeed appear where he should appear, and Des was convinced by Chris's words just now.

Just by saying "I don't need them to die for me, I want them to live for me.", Kesel knew that Chris was a qualified leader. He felt that his investment was really wise and very, and being able to stand with such a man was definitely the most fortunate thing in his life.

"Gather a group! Assemble a group!" In the barracks outside the city of Serris, Captain Walter, who could not wait for a long time, rode on his horse and quickly ran through the barracks. The whistle began to sound, and all the soldiers were quickly packing their bags.

Without even ten minutes, the Alan Hill soldiers carrying weapons and equipment and wearing M42 steel helmets lined up in a neat formation. Then, following an order, the soldiers began to walk towards the exit of the barracks.

The originally crowded barracks became empty a few months ago. Now, only two regiments of soldiers are left, and half of them have left. In the huge barracks, only the soldiers of the teaching regiment watched those soldiers go away. The soldier's eyes were full of envy and longing.

"We have to get to the front line as soon as possible! The number of anti-aircraft guns there is limited, we can bring at least 8 additional anti-aircraft guns for them..." Chris rode on the horse and said to Walter beside him.

The 1st regiment is the main regiment in the main regiment. Its weapons and equipment are second only to the teaching regiment. It has always been responsible for protecting the safety of Chris, so it is also called the guard regiment. The regiment was fully armed with 8 anti-aircraft guns.

Moreover, the regiment also draws a large number of shells from the reserve ammunition, which can supplement the consumption of the front line.

"Let's go up, then Wilkes' troops as a reserve team can move their positions. They can move laterally in the direction of Wallawa, so that our defense line can be more stable." Captain Walter said. said to Chris.

Chris nodded. All he wants now is that important magic concentrate. If he can grab some magic concentrate ore, then this time going south will be a solid profit.

At this time, a fast horse in the distance rushed over and stopped beside Chris. An officer held a telegram and reported to Chris Hui: "Just now, there was a huge interference on the radios of Serris and Ferry City at the same time."

"What's the matter?" Chris frowned and took the message from the officer's hand, seeing a long radio signal. This is clearly not in the Airland Hill's radio communication code, it is a strange signal from the outside.

Looking at the signal for a while, Chris suddenly laughed, and the expression on his face was vivid and exciting: "Maybe, in this world, besides us, there are people who are using radios too!"