Chapter 200： Acknowledge and face up to the greatness of Mr. Archid

Joyce was taken aback when he heard the sound, he subconsciously followed the sound, only to see a worker turned on the Internet virtual screen excitedly and exclaimed.

At the same time, fierce gunfire and gunfire came from the virtual screen.

If he hadn't been familiar with the Internet a long time ago, at this moment Joyce might have thought that the war had come to his city.

"Zoom in quickly and show me!"

"What's up?"

The workers boiled up, someone turned on the Internet, and someone hurriedly squeezed past.

"Our military boat -01 formation has taken the Alston line, rescued the captured soldiers, and is attacking the territory of the Farai dynasty!"

A worker read out the sudden hot news.

At the same time, the soldier who first discovered the news also quickly zoomed in on the virtual screen.

Countless workers looked up and looked over.

This is a video.

In the video, you can see countless airships painted with hideous paint, rushing out of the thick clouds, and dropping countless weird steam locomotives onto the trench-filled ground.

Accompanied by the camera switch, everyone can clearly see the steam tank, smashing onto the ground like a magic soldier, and then roaring out.

rammed all the way, or smashed through the sandbags, or ran over the trenches, the rapid-fire gun barrels spouted endlessly with tongues of fire. During the camera switching, the firepower of the Farai soldiers was blown into powder.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Amidst the fierce explosion, an impassioned voice-over came from the video.

"At 3 o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, under the command of Mr. Archid, our boat -01 formation, airdropped a new type of tank unit, directly inserted into the hinterland of the Alston line, not only recovered the Alston line, but also rescued thousands of victims. The captured soldiers even attacked the Falai dynasty!"

In the impassioned commentary, at the end of this short video, a group of British soldiers in the uniforms of the former imperial soldiers sat on the tank and marched towards the territory of Falai!

The video playback is over.

There is dead silence in front of the factory!

Countless workers opened their mouths and stared blankly at the war scenes with great visual impact.

For a long while, cheers and whistles resounding through the sky sounded in front of the factory.

"we won!"

"Hahaha, long live Infil!"

Countless workers yelled, blurting out all kinds of swearing, roaring, and venting sex.

I don’t know who it is, and yelled the three words "Akid". Suddenly someone in the crowd responded, and then more and more people responded, and finally it stretched into a film!

"Archid! Archid! Archid!"

The shouts spread all over the factory, and even moreover, Yingfeier.

Excited cheers even spread into the horse farm that temporarily served as a guard center.

"What sound is this?"

"what's happening?"

In a stink-filled stable, a few royal remnants stood up with a face of suspicion, pierced their ears, and listened to the faint cheers outside.

"Huh, do you still have to think about it? It must be that **** Archid who is bewitching the people with the Internet! I want to see what expressions they will look like when the Falais hit them?"

The Marquis of Maledez, who only appeared on the hot news in the morning, was lying on the haystack with a weak and tired face, but he still couldn't help cursing and mocking.

Since his arrest last night, he hasn't slept almost all night.

was subjected to the cruelest interrogation by Infil, not only was his blood drained, but in order to prevent him from escaping, he was also injected with special drugs, which made him feel so limp, almost like a useless person.

"That's right! The **** Internet tells you good news but not bad news! Alston's defense line has been lost, and there is no news. It's a victory all day, that's great. It's ridiculous!"

There was a young nobleman with long sleeves and a awkward body that couldn't hide his handsome face. He sneered.

Hearing this, the Marquis de Maledez took the opportunity to boost morale.

"Everyone, remember, the **** of the Internet is an alien evil god, and now Infil has been bewitched by him. When the great army of the four original gods enters the royal capital and hangs these blasphemers, we will surely be able to get back what we belong to Our glory! We must not betray the empire or the great Four Primordial Gods because of temporary pain!"

"Understand!"

The nobles in the stables whispered like chicken blood,

Faced with the overturned British Empire, the remnants of the empire are naturally unwilling to give up huge interests.

But the resistance over the past few days has had little effect.

Even every time they resist, they will lose their troops.

It happened that the Falais secretly contacted them, and a plan to collude with foreign enemies and strike down against political opponents was a matter of course.

Although they have been arrested now, they still have thoughts in their hearts.

—That is, the Falais have already broken through the Alston line, and they will break into the capital in two days.

At that time, in order to better rule Infil, the Falais will inevitably use their power.

By then, they will naturally be able to survive.

It is a big deal to cut off a part of the territory and give it to the Falais, or become a Falais subject.

Regardless of the ending, they are still nobles, who forbear to dormant for a few years, it is impossible to get the territory back.

"嘚嘚嘚......"

I don't know how long it took, and there was a sound of footsteps.

The Marquis of Maledez and others trembled and couldn't help but glance at each other.

They realized that some of them must be caught and interrogated again.

Thinking of the interrogation methods of those demons, these pampered nobles, they trembled all over.

"Pattern!"

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the stable door.

The nobles looked up, and they were stunned.

Lai Ren is an old man wearing a black tuxedo, a gentleman hat and holding a gold cane.

Such a costume is almost impossible to appear among the rebels who advocate the workers to be the masters of the house.

Actually, what shocked everyone was not the dress of the old man, but the identity of the old man.

——He is the Prince Lindbergh!

"His Royal Highness Lindbergh? You, you..." Marquis Maletez stood up tremblingly, with astonishment on his face.

He was surprised how Prince Lindbergh appeared here?

was even more surprised that he was unscathed and even well-dressed.

"The Marquis de Maledez gives up and let all your people come out and surrender. I have already negotiated with Mr. Benkmin. They will keep your title of nobility and recognize all your private property except the factory."

Prince Lindbergh took off the gentleman's hat, revealing all white hair, and said bitterly.

"Wh, what? Your Royal Highness, you..."

The Marquis of Maledez was stunned, with an unbelievable look on his face.

You know, Prince Lindbergh is a standard member of the British Royal Family, with royal blood.

He is the one who is the most incompatible with the newly established British Philanthropy.

Among the resistance forces, he is also the biggest.

Now he suddenly stood up and said, "How can this make him believe?"

He even wondered if the person in front of him was a special flesh-and-blood magic substitute!

"You are not Prince Lindbergh at all, and Prince Lindbergh cannot betray the royal family!"

The Marquis de Maledez hadn't spoken yet, and the young nobleman next to him suddenly roared!

"Yarlin, did the single-barreled shotgun I gave you when you were a bar mitzvah? You are an excellent shooter, and you shouldn't die in the Infernal fight. You still have great prospects."

When Prince Lindbergh spoke, the young nobleman was completely dumbfounded.

Prince Lindbergh sighed, and a virtual screen appeared quietly in front of him: "Don't count on the Falais, their main force has been blocked by the shore of Clifford Lake, and it will be a matter of time before they perish."

"Infail... Gongheguo has also regained the Alston defense line. Now the army has penetrated into the hinterland of Falai, and even the city of Sali, the fall of the Falai dynasty will happen sooner or later, the British empire. ...I didn't lose injustice."

"What did you say?" The young nobleman Yarlin looked incredulous.

The Marquis of Marettiz looked at Prince Lindbergh with an expression of looking at Alzheimer's.

"I'm not confused This is the frontline battle report, you can see it by looking at it."

Prince Lindbergh turned the virtual screen in front of him, and turned to face the Marquis of Maleditz and others.

At this time, on the virtual screen, what was played was the scene of the tank unit Tan-04 fighting against the main force of Farai, as well as the air-dropped tanks of the boat-01 formation, killing the Orston line.

The video is very long!

A great shot compared to the editing of the news version.

This video is much longer and more intuitive and realistic.

At the time the video was played, the Marquis of Maledez fell to the ground with a thud, like a walking dead, completely lost his energy and spirit.

"This is impossible, this is impossible... The steam **** pattern has failed, and it is impossible for them to drive a steam car."

The young nobleman Yarlin still did not want to accept the reality, muttering to himself.

"Nothing is impossible! The steam **** pattern has expired, but has the factory in the royal capital stopped operating? Have their weapons failed?"

"Accept the reality, my child, we must acknowledge the strength of Mr. Archid, face his greatness, and accept this destiny. You are still young, and you have a bright future! Don't make unnecessary resistance, we are the British after all. Phil’s people, aren’t they?"

Prince Lindbergh's words completely defeated Allin's defense.

He finally knows what the faint cheers outside are!

For a time, these three words, Archid, are like a huge wave covering the sky and the sun, completely overwhelming his courage and determination!