Chapter 342： New information

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

He is a young magician who defected from the Ailan Hill Empire. He always has a faint smile on his face, and he gets along very well with his neighbors.

Every day he reports to the Magic Tower, and then learns various magic from the advanced 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 course he can attend.

In fact, his diligent performance made all magicians very satisfied, and even some magicians favored him and wanted to accept him as his own disciple.

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

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

A pair of male and female wizards passed by him, and he politely gave way. Although these are just his classmates, he has been doing this all the time.

"Hello, Burgst." The male student nodded slightly to Burgst, and greeted him.

"It's nice to meet you, Hirst." Burgst replied with a smile, his tone full of humility and joy.

There were dozens of people who followed Frentzberg to escape to the Puppet Empire. Can they not all enter Burkland, the capital of the Puppet Empire, the big centipede city.

Most of the people were scattered and sent to some small and medium-sized cities to receive a very high treatment as a magician, but they were engaged in magic learning.

They have no access to any secrets, which is also a means for the Puppet Empire to guard against them. On the other hand, in this country where the personal abilities of magicians are the most important thing, the level of magicians who defected from Ailan Hill is indeed not on the stage.

These magicians generally have a relatively low level of cultivation, and 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 Ailan Hill.

Of course, most magicians who defected have already told everything they knew to the Puppet Empire, so after months of being unable to ask anything, the upper level of the Puppet Empire didn’t care much about these scattered all over the Puppet Empire. Allan Hill is a traitor.

And these Ailan Hill traitors scattered all over the Puppet Empire really lost sight of everyone in this way.

Passing by his classmates, Burgst continued downstairs with his books in his arms. He was almost an expression when he returned the borrowed books and walked out of the magic tower.

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

Because he defected, Burgst was treated fairly well, and in the Puppet Empire, he was definitely regarded as a middle-rich family.

He is just a person, so he is even more generous. At the vegetable market where he passed by, he bought some local vegetables and some meat, and carried them all the way home.

This is his daily life, and this is the life he repeats every day. Today he heard some classmates discussing those troops who were crossing the border, and he followed up with a few words, watching countless troops snaking forward is a very enjoyable thing in itself.

At the same time, he also saw some demon fighters, the kind of seismoelectric fighters that replaced piston engines with magic engines. Flying one by one 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 Veronsa in Ellen Hill. At that time, he saw the b-17 bomber group flying over his head, like a locust crossing the border.

At that time, he thought about where the human power can go. It can really be said to be comparable to the force of nature, and it feels as suffocating as the top of Mount Tai.

When he returned home, he put down the vegetables and meat in his hand, took off his magic robe and threw it aside in this fairly spacious room he rented.

Then he lay languidly on the bed, breathing gradually became evenly proportioned. When he woke up, the sky outside was completely dark.

After eating a little bit of home-cooked meals that he did not so delicious, Burgst opened the suitcase he had brought from Ailan Hill. The wooden box was sharp and angular and looked a little outdated.

The box was 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 inside the box.

There is a set of parts that cannot be seen at all. They are placed in the grooves that are just cut out, and they are cushioned with cotton. There is no sound at all. No matter what the box is shaken, it will not move. .

These parts were quickly connected together in Burgst's hands, and this device was an ultra-small telegraph of Allan Hill.

The telegraph is powered by magic energy spar, 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 a book "Detailed Explanation of Fireball Technique" on the bookshelf in my home. This is a very basic magic practice textbook, which can be found everywhere in the world.

While checking the words above, Burgst wrote down the corresponding numbers on the paper: which page, row, and word.

These numbers are arranged, and it seems that there is no law at all. Only by checking the book with the detailed explanation of fireball can you know the content of the telegram.

His fingers tapped gently on the telegraph, and a series of regular long and short tones were played, one after another, like a continuous river, flowing into the dark night where the sky is indistinguishable from the distance.

"Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi. Didi, Dick, Dick." He pressed one hand on the extremely simple firing pin of the telegraph, and the other hand followed the numbers on the paper. Moving back one by one.

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

He rang his boss's office and called the boss who was sleeping in the office: "I confirmed it. It's a telegram with a paperclip..."

"Is there a security code?" the officer on duty asked with sleepy eyes.

"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 looked at the message in his hand with emotion.

He handed the message back to the non-commissioned officer on duty, and ordered: "Change to a high-power radio station and send it to Seris as it is!"

"Yes!" The non-commissioned officer on duty immediately stood up and saluted, took the message again, turned and walked out.

In the city of Serris, the headquarters of the intelligence department, in a busy office, a group of people are gathering all the information.

"This is the news sent by the magic fish. The puppet empire is trying to expand the production capacity of the puppet. They are trying to increase the front line." An intelligence officer looked at the summary report in front of him and said.

A group of analysts in the intelligence department have no habit of sleeping at all. They always gather together, staring at a large amount of intelligence from all over the world.

They should try their best to link the intelligence of the whole world, summarize what can be basically confirmed as facts, and then mark the controversial parts as well, and then eliminate those reports that look like spam.

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 engineering is quite huge. Alan Hill’s intelligence department started late, so the workload was even greater and the coverage was limited.

"The information just received by the paperclip was sent only a few minutes ago. An army of the puppet empire passed through the city where he was located and went northward. I heard that the number is 400,000.

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

A puppet force covered by the air force is moving north, and the puppet empire seems to be adding troops to the northern line of defense.

Various signs indicate that the puppet empire is also strengthening its northern defense line as much as possible, trying to prevent Ailan Hill from attacking south.

An intelligence analysis officer frowned, looked at the intelligence summary in front of him, and said: "Their intelligence network is stronger than ours, especially in the area occupied by the holy demons, 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 penetrated into the battlefield and can't be mobilized, so they can only redeploy their troops to reinforce the front line." Another officer touched his chin and nodded in agreement.

The movement of the puppet empire is actually very obvious. They are strengthening the front line, and the intelligence shows that the opponent's reinforcements have not yet reached the front line.

This can be said to be very conducive to the situation of Ailan Hill. If you launch an attack now, you will definitely be caught off guard by the puppet empire.

What's more, Ailan Hill has been on the front line for two months, and has also won the neutral position by relying on the defense of the Norma Empire. This is a perfect opportunity.

However, the specific response depends on the decisions made by the General Staff and the Army Command, which has nothing to do with the intelligence department.

"Send the intelligence to the General Staff Headquarters... The countermeasures are not something we need to consider." The head of the Intelligence Bureau commanded: "Tell the General Staff Headquarters 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 analysis official report reported.