"If we had known this would be the result, why would we have caused trouble for Elanthir?" Looking at the ruins in front of him, a magician complained to his companions in frustration.
They were ordered to inventory the damage, and what they found was that the damage was indeed greater than they imagined.
The mine that was hit by the nuclear bomb is still in a mess. A month has passed, but the reconstruction work here has still not been fully started.
Puppet soldiers can indeed help with labor, but in today's puppet empire, even puppet soldiers are already a scarce commodity.
No one, or rather all the high-ranking magicians of the Puppet Empire, have never considered such an outcome: the puppets they are proud of, and have never been exhausted, have begun to be in short supply.
The puppets on the front line need to be replenished, and the wear and tear of puppets in the production department also needs to be replenished. Now, the puppets in these mines, the puppets that repair the mines, and the puppets that defend the mines are all new demand gaps.
There is no way, because we cannot continue to produce puppets on a large scale, and we have to constantly replenish the puppet soldiers lost on the front line. There are very few puppets that can be allocated to the rear.
As a last resort, the puppet empire has appropriated some of the puppet workers in the factory who are responsible for producing puppets. Going to the mines to help is equivalent to cutting down part of the production capacity, which will definitely have an impact in the future.
However, the senior officials of the puppet empire, who were in a hurry and sought medical treatment, could no longer care about the subsequent problems. What they need to solve now are these damn problems in front of them.
Anyway, production capacity cannot be guaranteed due to insufficient resource supply, so they simply started to appropriate the idle puppet workers in the puppet factories.
It's just that this kind of misappropriation can at best alleviate some local tensions with the puppet army.
For example, the mine in front of you had more than 50,000 puppet miners at its peak, as well as more than 4,000 magicians responsible for maintaining the puppets and puppets used by high-level commanders.
Now, there are only more than 900 puppets here who are rebuilding the mine. This is after counting the 200 new puppets that were just assigned a few days ago. The level of the magicians who were deployed later is not as good as the magicians who were stationed here before.
I can only barely repair some simple puppet faults.
Therefore, the work efficiency here is extremely low. In one month, the mine reconstruction work has only begun. The follow-up work is still complicated. It is estimated that it will take another three months to resume production. If the original production capacity is restored, it will take one year.
None may be enough.
"This is a waste of time! When the rebuilding here is almost complete, the army of Ailan Hill will come to take over." The leading magician threw away the sheepskin scroll in his hand and said to his colleagues with a wry smile.
The front line is in urgent need of replenishment, but production here has not been able to resume for a year and a half. The relationship between supply and demand has become so tense that the war machine of the puppet empire has obviously stopped running completely.
"Grand Magister Travish's previous decisions have been questioned, and now he still insists on fighting against Ailan Hill. This is not in the fundamental interest of the puppet empire." Another magician followed: "We have lost.
If we continue fighting like this, the only outcome will be complete destruction."
His words made some of the magicians around him feel the same. They had seen the power of nuclear bombs with their own eyes. Now the place is devastated, and everyone is still afraid of the super powerful attack coming from thousands of miles away.
So, a magician nodded and agreed: "Yes! No matter who is the final winner between the devil and Ailan Hill, we can't see it! Ailan Hill will be killed before he wins.
Even if we, the devil, win, we will have to wait a year, and by then we will have been completely wiped out."
Another magician who knew people who came back from the front line continued: "When Magister Doss came back from the front line, he told me that he saw the battle on the Gushan front line with his own eyes... Ailan Hill's floating battleship
I killed Magister Rudolf easily..."
Everyone was talking to each other, and their faces were getting uglier and uglier. They couldn't see any future. This made the magicians who once thought they controlled the future a little bit unbearable.
Further away on the road where they were standing, those diligent and tireless puppet soldiers were still carrying stones and slag on the road. They did not raise their heads and were not interested in anything around them.
However, these puppets all have more beautiful patterns on their bodies, and these ring patterns represent an identity. They were originally production puppets in the factory, and at this moment they were temporarily drawn out to perform such coolie tasks.
The palms of the puppets that have been strengthened and carved, and the fingers on them that have been specially strengthened and refined to produce puppet soldiers, are now wasted on menial tasks such as carrying stones and building roads.
It makes people feel distressed just looking at it, but this distress is helpless. In the past month, the Puppet Empire has produced only more than 90,000 new puppets, which is not enough to replenish the need for new soldiers on the front line.
As a result, after the division, 60,000 puppet soldiers were taken away from the front line, and the remaining 30,000 were distributed to factories, cities, mines and other places, and more than 3,000 were used to put out forest fires.
The result is that an average of more than 200 puppets are distributed in a mine, which can be described as a drop in the bucket.
"About 300 puppets will be allocated next month, and the situation will improve..." The young and immature face of the magician in charge of this mine was full of exhaustion.
He was just transferred here and was only 25 years old. Magicians with more qualifications than him have already been transferred to the front line. Now most of the work in the rear is handled by such young low-level magicians.
These magicians have no experience, so they waste more time. They make the basic operations of the puppet empire more sluggish, but apart from them, the puppet empire has no other better choice.
In fact, it is almost the same as drinking poison to quench thirst. The level of magicians temporarily added to the front line is still barely enough, but then there will be a gap in talent, and the development of the country will be seriously affected.
"Next month...I guess in about ten days, Eiland Hill will cross the Malen River." The magician who came to check the mine's recovery progress sneered and interrupted the young magician: "Even if
If you restore production here within five days, we will have no time to restore production capacity to the level before the bombing."
Many people are very aware that the operations of the puppet empire have actually been completely destroyed by unprecedented large-scale bombing.
Not only was production supplies cut off, the bombing also destroyed the supply nodes that the puppet empire relied on for its survival. These supply stations provided the energy needed for the puppet empire's Centipede City to keep moving, and also provided the production of puppets in these mobile cities.
material.
Now, with the spread of wildfires and the bombing of Ireland Hill, more than half of the supply depots along the way have been destroyed. Except for Bulklan, which has always had sufficient reserves of supplies, it is difficult for other cities to even move, let alone produce.
Already.
The cities of the puppet empire that lost the ability to move immediately became the targets of Airan Hill. Even ordinary bombings would cause heavy losses to these fragile cities.
Coupled with the destruction of roads and timber resources by forest fires, the entire northeastern part of the puppet empire has fallen into desperate chaos. Let alone resuming production, even barely surviving is a problem.
Under such circumstances, it is only a matter of time before Elancire crosses the Malen River and enters the hinterland of the puppet empire. Maybe the entire northeastern region of the puppet empire will change its flag within ten days and become Elanciil.
your occupied territory.
Once the natural moat of the Malun River is lost and this vital line of defense is lost, no one knows how long the puppet empire can sustain.
By that time, the puppet empire had been completely defeated. No matter how much the production capacity of the mines in the southwest was restored, it could no longer influence the direction of the war.
"Then... why are we so anxious? Are all our efforts in vain?" the young magician, the 25-year-old mine manager, asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Child, there is nothing wrong with trying hard..." The magician who came to inspect stretched out his hand, patted the young man's shoulder twice, and looked into the distance: "What we are doing now, even if it can win for the civilians of a puppet empire,
Any hope of survival is not in vain!"
"It's not good!" After he finished speaking, a magician ran in in a panic. As soon as he ran into the makeshift tent, he kept breathing heavily.
Obviously, he was running all the way here and didn't bother to rest at all. A piece of news can make the magician lose his composure. It seems that the matter is definitely not a small matter.
The leader of the magician who came to inspect the mine's production recovery work had a solemn expression. His first reaction was that there might be something wrong with the Mullen River defense line.
When he thought about this, his face turned pale involuntarily. Although he had already thought about this situation, when he faced this situation, his whole body still trembled. He thought about Mullen.
The river defense line would be breached, but I never thought it would happen so quickly.
Even though he felt that the puppet empire was going to be hopeless, when the moment came when his motherland was really going to perish, he still felt the unwillingness and pain from the bottom of his heart.
However, the words spoken by the intruding magician made the grief, anger and pain in his heart suppressed again.
I only heard the magician shouting breathlessly: "No! Something bad is going to happen! Twelve large mobile cities have united to declare their independence from the rule of the puppet empire, and are preparing to fight unilaterally with Alan Hill and Grecken."
