"We have two infantry regiments advancing towards the location of the magic concentrate. Look at the time, they may have occupied it." Looking at the magic concentrate marked on the map, Des felt his heart beat 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 "divine words" in Chris' brain to cultivate more talents.
After publicity, Chris has now reached the altar in Elland Hill. He is described as a god who saves mortals from suffering, a god of knowledge with supreme wisdom, and a god of craftsmen who created industrial civilization.
And those whispers of God from Chris are the greatest wealth of the entire Alandhill Empire. Everyone prays to Alandhill Chris every day, and the new prayer ritual is accepted by everyone without even promoting it.
Come down.
A god who can feed the people, make money, and win wars does not need publicity at all. He will inherit the infinite power of faith and become the object of people's worship.
Businessmen who have made a lot of money will support Chris unconditionally even if they only need to look at the "vouchers" representing wealth in their hands. Because their wealth 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 side with Chris.
The workers support Chris even more. It was Chris who provided them with jobs, and it was Chris who promulgated the Worker Protection Law, which protected the legitimate rights and interests of workers to a certain extent. He is the star of the working class and their idol.
The farmers are also on Chris's side, because with Chris' help, their grain production increased by 25%, and for the first time they saw the price of grain soar despite the increase in production. If all this
If they do not support their monarch, they feel that they are no different from the devil.
Merchants, workers, and farmers all sided with Chris, and Chris's rule became more stable than ever. If you take into account the impact of the textile industry, handicrafts, and light industry on women, Ilan Hill can be said to be the most powerful ruler.
country.
Because of this, with the popularization of printing, the streets and alleys were plastered with slogans saying "Long Live Chris" and simple portraits of His Majesty the Grand Duke. And these slogans already explicitly called Chris "His Majesty the King"
, "His Majesty the Emperor" or even "Mortal God".
Because of the cheapness of the cloth, the royal flag of Ireland was everywhere. At the entrance of the hotel, on the roof of the hotel, and on the flagpole of the castle, the black golden eagle flag was flying everywhere, making the whole city filled with a similar feeling.
Festive joyful atmosphere.
This propaganda offensive was initiated by Deans. After gradually handing over production management to Mr. Gurlo, he focused his work on internal affairs. Then he showed his outstanding talent for internal affairs.
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Chris just casually told him stories about publicity and management, and he learned and applied them flexibly, directly putting Chris on the altar. Now, this Deans can be said to be like a fish in water, and he takes Chris as a housekeeper.
The brilliance is fully displayed.
"What's going on with 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 looked at the number of weapons produced in the report and said to Des.
"All the carriages have been collected, and the merchants have even lent us their own carriages. In addition, we have also received 700 pack horses and 1,500 sheep for rations from the Grassland Empire..." Desai
I am very sensitive to numbers, so I introduced it.
"The current transportation speed is the fastest. The Grassland Empire is different from the previous invasions south. They prepared their own food this time, so they occupied 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 is dozens or hundreds of times higher than a year ago, and these pressures have been transferred to backward road transportation.
There were already enough caravans and transport teams that overloaded the roads. Now there were more troops going south and supply convoys transporting these troops. In addition, the 100,000 horses and 50,000 soldiers of the Prairie Empire were added.
Eat and drink...
These things have brought the already fragile transportation system to the brink of collapse, and the roads have caused far more troubles for Eiland Hill than the soldiers of the Allant Empire on the front line. Concrete roads have now been put on the agenda of all territories.
, people have never paid so much attention to road construction.
"The backward transportation level is really an annoying thing." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed it, and commented with some reluctance: "If our railway starts to operate, the situation will be much better."
"The situation is still the same. It is impossible for us to lay railways to dangerous front lines, and the rails are too expensive." Des complained about the railway fraud: "Ten of the latest 20 anti-aircraft guns manufactured have been sent
After going to Naru, 4 more guns were strengthened in the factory area, and the other 6 guns were equipped for the newly formed regiment..."
"I'm still a little worried! We really have too few means to deal with the Magic Empire." Chris said to Des worriedly.
"In fact, even based on the best-case scenario, we will lose about three regiments of soldiers..." Des looked at Chris and said with a heavy voice: "When facing the Holy Demon Empire...
…It is normal to have more losses.”
"More than 10,000 people...are we just going to leave them on the battlefield and let them die?" It was Chris's first time to fight in such a war that could lead to heavy losses, so it was inevitable that he would have some tangles in his heart.
Des seemed to have heard something funny. He shouted and looked at Chris: "Your Majesty! The war between mortals and magicians... has never been victorious in thousands of years. You can defeat the Holy Demon Empire."
An attack, then you have created a history."
"But what I want is not to create history!" Chris stood up stubbornly, pressed the pistol on his waist, and said to Des: "What I want is a victory! I can't just watch my soldiers.
Go die! I have to do something!"
Hearing what Chris said, Des was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to realize something and nodded: "If your words could be heard by everyone, there would probably be millions of people 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, Siris
I’ll leave it to you!”
"Your Majesty, please be careful on the road! I wish you a safe journey and immediate success." Des bowed slightly and blessed Chris.
He did not stop Chris from going to the front line because he had been convinced just now. He felt that a qualified leader should indeed appear where he should appear. Des was convinced by Chris' 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 he could work with him.
Standing together with such men is definitely the most fortunate thing in his life.
"Gather together! Gather together!" In the barracks outside Seris City, Captain Walter, who had been impatient for a long time, rode on his horse and quickly ran past the rows of barracks. The whistle began to sound, and all the soldiers were there.
Quickly pack your luggage.
In less than ten minutes, the Airan Hill soldiers carrying weapons and equipment and wearing M42 helmets lined up in a neat formation. Then, with an order, these soldiers began to walk towards the exit of the military camp.
The originally overcrowded barracks became empty a few months ago. Now, half of the remaining two regiments of soldiers have left the huge barracks. Only the soldiers of the teaching regiment are looking at the soldiers who are leaving.
, eyes full of envy and desire.
"We have to rush to the front line as soon as possible! The number of anti-aircraft guns over there is limited, and we can bring them at least 8 additional anti-aircraft guns..." Chris was riding a horse and said to Walter beside him.
The 1st Regiment is the main regiment among the main regiments. Its weapons and equipment are second only to the teaching regiment. It has always been responsible for protecting Chris' safety, so it is also called the Guards Regiment. The equipment of this regiment is fully equipped and equipped with 8 anti-aircraft guns.
Moreover, this regiment also drew a large number of artillery shells from the ammunition reserve to supplement frontline consumption.
"If we go up, then Wilkes's troops, who are the reserve force, can move their positions. They can move laterally towards Wolavo. In this way, our defense line can be more stable." Commander Walter said.
Said to Chris.
Chris nodded. What he wanted now was nothing more than the important magic concentrate. If he could grab some of the magic concentrate ore, then going south this time would be a sure profit.
At this time, a fast horse rushed over in the distance and stopped next to Chris. An officer held up a telegram and reported to Chris: "Just now, the radio signals in Serris and Ferry City
At the same time, there was a huge disturbance."
"What's going on?" Chris frowned and took the message from the officer's hand, and saw a long radio signal. This was obviously not within the radio communication code of Eiland Hill, and was a strange signal from the outside.
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After looking at the signal for a while, Chris suddenly laughed, and the expression on his face was so vivid and wonderful: "Maybe, besides us, there are people in this world who are also using radios!"
