Burgost is a new guy. How new is he? He has only arrived in Farmier City for a few months.
He is a young magician who defected from the Elanthir Empire. He always has a light smile on his face and gets along very well with his neighbors.
Every day he had to report to the Magic Tower, and then learn various magics from the senior magicians of the Puppet Empire. What he was most interested in was the in-depth study of fire magic, and he never missed any class he could attend.
In fact, his diligent performance satisfied all the magicians, and some magicians even favored him and wanted to accept him as their personal disciple.
But Burgost is very humble and thinks that he is still too young and should practice hard and lay a solid foundation so that he can take further steps at the right time.
At this moment, Bugst was holding his book under his arm, hunched slightly, and went downstairs along the stone steps of the Magic Tower.
When a pair of male and female magicians passed by him, he politely gave way and bowed. Although these were just his classmates, he did this all the time.
"Hello, Bugst." The male classmate nodded slightly to Bugst and said hello.
"Nice to meet you, Hist." Bugst replied with a smile, his tone full of humility and joy.
There were dozens of people who followed Frunzberg and fled to the Puppet Empire. Not all of them could enter Bulkland, the capital of the Puppet Empire.
Most people were scattered and sent to some small and medium-sized cities, receiving a very high salary as magicians, but they were engaged in magic learning.
They do not have access to any secrets, which is also a way for the puppet empire to protect them. On the other hand, in this country where the personal ability of magicians is the most important thing, the level of magicians who defected from Elland Hill is also low.
It really doesn't make sense.
These magicians generally have relatively low cultivation levels. They can only learn a little bit of basic magic, and then tell the relevant departments as much as possible about what they know, so that they can study the science and technology of Alan Hill.
Of course, most of the defected magicians have told the Puppet Empire everything they know, so after being unable to ask for anything for several months, the top leaders of the Puppet Empire don't care much about these people scattered throughout the Puppet Empire.
Elland Hill is a traitor.
And these traitors of Ailan Hill who were scattered throughout the puppet empire were really lost to everyone.
Passing by his classmates, Bugst carried his books and continued downstairs. Until he returned the borrowed books and walked out of the magic tower, he almost had the same expression.
He is very easy-going to anyone who sees him, and he will stay with anyone who talks to him until the other person realizes it's time to leave.
Because he defected, Bugst enjoyed quite good treatment. In the puppet empire, he was definitely considered a moderately wealthy family.
He was only one person, so he was even more wealthy. At the vegetable market he passed by on his way home, he bought some local vegetables, selected 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 armies passing through the border, and he also chatted a few words. Watching countless armies meandering forward, it was a scene in itself.
A very enjoyable thing.
At the same time, he also saw some demon fighter jets, the kind of shock-electric fighter jets that used magic engines instead of piston engines. They were flying in the sky, and it felt like they were blocking out the sky and the sun.
He had seen a similar scene before, still in Veronsa in Ellandhill. At that time, he saw a group of B-17 bombers flying over his head, blocking the sky and the sun, like locusts passing by.
At that time, he had thought about how far human power could go. It could really be said to be a power comparable to nature, and it was as suffocating as the weight of a mountain.
After returning home, he put down the vegetables and meat in his hands, casually took off his magic robe and threw it aside in the fairly spacious room he rented.
Then he lay lazily on the bed, and his breathing gradually began to become evener. When he woke up, the sky outside had completely darkened.
After casually eating some home-cooked food that was not very delicious, Burgost opened the suitcase he had brought from Ireland. The wooden suitcase had sharp edges and corners and looked a bit outdated.
The suitcase was very heavy and even had a built-in keyhole. He opened the suitcase, took out the remaining clothes, gold coins and other items, and then opened the hidden layer inside the suitcase.
There, there is a set of parts that cannot be seen at all. They are placed in the grooves that are cut out exactly one by one. They are also padded with cotton. They will not make any sound at all. No matter how you shake the box, it will not move at all.
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These parts were quickly connected together in Burgost's hands, and the device turned out to be an Eiland Hill ultra-small telegraph machine.
The telegraph machine is powered by magic energy crystals, which can be found everywhere in the Puppet Empire. The magic lamps in some rooms are powered by magic crystals, which can be easily purchased in the market.
I opened a copy of "Fireball Technique Detailed Explanation" on the bookshelf at home. This is a very basic magic training textbook that can be found everywhere in the world.
While checking the words above, Bugst wrote the corresponding numbers on the paper: which page, which line, and which word.
When these numbers are arranged, there doesn't seem to be any pattern at all. Only by checking with this book on Fireball Technique can we know the content of the telegram.
His fingers tapped lightly on the telegraph machine, producing a regular row of 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.
"Tick-tick, tick-tock. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Tick-tock, tick-tock." He pressed one hand on the extremely simple firing pin of the telegraph machine, and the other hand followed the numbers on the paper.
Moving back one by one.
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"Crack..." In a specially set up secret telegraph station within the territory of the Holy Demon Empire of Elanthir, a non-commissioned officer on duty tore off a piece of paper and walked out of his duty room with a frown.
He knocked on the door of his boss's office and woke up his sleeping boss: "I've confirmed it, it's a paperclip telegram..."
"Is there a security code?" the officer on duty asked sleepily.
"Yes!" The sergeant on duty nodded.
"I finally received it...it's not easy." The officer, who had lost his sleep, stood up and looked at the message in his hand with emotion.
He handed the telegram in his hand back to the noncommissioned officer on duty and ordered: "Change the radio to a high-power radio and send it to Seris intact!"
"Yes!" The noncommissioned officer on duty immediately stood at attention and saluted, took the message, turned around and walked out.
In Seris City, the headquarters of the intelligence department, in a busy office, a group of people are summarizing all the intelligence.
"This is the news sent back by the demon fish. The puppet empire is trying to expand the production capacity of puppets. They are trying to increase the number of troops on the front line." An intelligence officer said while looking at the summary report in front of him.
A group of analysts from the intelligence department have no habit of sleeping at all. They always gather together and stare at a pile of intelligence from all over the world.
They should try their best to connect intelligence from all over the world, summarize what can be basically confirmed as facts, and then mark the controversial parts, and then eliminate those reports that look like junk news at first glance.
These intelligence documents need to be compared and approved, and those that conflict with each other need to be compared and sorted. The workload is quite huge. The intelligence department of Alan Hill started late, so the workload is even greater and the coverage is very limited.
"The information that Paperclip just received was sent a few minutes ago. An army of the puppet empire passed through his city and headed north. I heard that the number was 400,000."
"Moreover, he also saw something very noisy flying past in the sky. I think it was a demonic version of a shock electric fighter."
A puppet force with air force cover is heading north, and the puppet empire seems to be adding troops to the northern defense line.
There are various signs that the puppet empire is also strengthening its northern defense line as much as possible in an attempt to prevent Eiland 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 areas occupied by the Holy Demon, so they must have noticed our move to increase troops and started to
I’m worried about my frontal defense line.”
"Yes, it's a pity that their troops marching north and east have already rushed into the battlefield and cannot be mobilized back, so they can only mobilize more troops to reinforce the front line." Another officer touched his chin and nodded in agreement.
The movements of the puppet empire are actually very obvious. They are reinforcing the front line, and intelligence shows that the opponent's reinforcements have not yet arrived at the front line.
This can be said to be a situation that is very beneficial to Eiland Hill. If we launch an attack now, the puppet empire will definitely be caught off guard.
What's more, Eiland Hill has been preparing on the front line for two months, and has also relied on the defense of the Norma Empire to gain an opening. This is an excellent opportunity.
However, the specific response depends on the decision-making of the General Staff and the Army Headquarters, which has nothing to do with the intelligence department.
"Send the intelligence to the General Staff... Countermeasures are not an issue we need to consider anymore." 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 headquarters." An analyst reported.