Chapter 521 Our War (Part 3)
Nosk, this phrase was once used in ancient coastal cultures to describe an extremely powerful monster that could survive on land, in the sky, and in the sea.
The Nosk Federation, interpreted according to the traditional culture of the Eastern Kingdoms, means "a very powerful monster federation."
This kind of unsubtle meaning is really very much in the style of the Church of Storms...
The Nosk Federation, composed of an alliance of more than 20 countries and regions, did not live up to the meaning of "as powerful as a monster"; although rebellions and riots within the Federation had never ceased over the years, it was indeed because of the existence of the Nosk Federation and the Church of Storms that the Kenya Empire, which once coveted the warm land in the east, gave up the idea and turned its target of conquest to Middle-earth.
To some extent, the huge "giant" Nosk Federation can be regarded as the strongest coastal defense line in the Eastern Royal Capital area.
It's just this line of defense. It doesn't always do just the job of a line of defense - the long eastern coastline of the Napalm continent and the offshore shipping have been monopolized by the Nosk Federation for thousands of years.
Whether it is Kenyan goods from the north, Sokri spices from the south, or various mineral resources produced in the Middle-earth before the war, as long as they pass through the eastern coastline or want to be sold to the east, they will be slaughtered by the Norsk Federation...not to mention the inland countries of the Eastern Kingdom.
Why are the land caravans so prosperous on the mainland? Why do the Sokri merchants prefer to risk crossing the Sorensen Mountains to deliver spices to the eastern interior for sale, rather than taking the relatively convenient and lower-cost offshore shipping?
The Nosk Federation has made an indelible contribution.
The Odysseus family, which has accumulated experience for generations, worked diligently to lay the foundation for industry and run the shipbuilding industry, has always been able to do only a "small business" on the inland canal and has been unable to go further, "thanks" to the exploitation of the Norsk Federation... The Odysseus family's fleet has no chance of passing through the lower reaches of the Barcelo River controlled by the Norsk Federation and entering the sea, let alone conducting independent foreign trade.
A domineering and powerful neighbor who will even cut the leeks in your vegetable garden if they grow well is the most common feeling that the eastern countries have towards the Nosk Federation.
The Nosk Federation obviously benefits from its dominant position in the East.
The commander of the coalition forces, Federal General Clarence James Lucien, had already regarded the property of the Undead regime as his own before even engaging the enemy.
"I have a vague impression of the place called Inadli. If I remember correctly, that place was occupied by Sorenson bandits a hundred years ago. It is said that a Kashmiri noble once went there to run a farm?"
"Yes, Admiral." The coalition officer wearing the badge of Kashmir nobility echoed respectfully, "You know, the cost of land development in the Federation is too high, and there will always be people who are short-sighted enough to be greedy for the cheap land prices in a small country like this."
After a pause, the old but still greasy noble officer said self-deprecatingly: "Of course, these cheap guys usually don't have a good ending. Those ignorant country folks can't understand what people say, let alone work diligently. The end result is that they lose all their money and go home in disgrace."
Admiral Lucien laughed out loud, as if amused by the other party's self-mockery, but then his expression changed again, and he said as if talking to himself: "If so, how did the Nightmare Butcher turn Innadri into a huge granary with an endless supply of food?"
The Undead Regime was too impatient to pay tribute to the Nosk Federation, and the supplementary foods it produced were not sold to the federal area. However, it was common for passing merchants and travelers to bring plastic-sealed or canned foods with skull patterns printed on them back to Nosk.
The Kashmiri noble officer guessed the other party's attitude in an instant, and said indifferently: "Who knows, maybe those Tarantan undead who are good at fighting also know how to farm? Spellcasters always have new tricks. Maybe the Nightmare Butcher really has a way to use the tireless undead as farmers and workers."
Admiral Lucien fell silent, his face showing uncontrollable greed and a hint of fear.
"What a pity, this black magician is too difficult to control..." Admiral Lucien slowly shook his head with regret.
The federal admiral looked down on the Rhine royal family, but he did not look down on the Nightmare Butcher as well.
After all, this black magician was a well-known figure on the continent. Not only did he become a legend despite being hunted down by the Church of the Fiery Sun, he also forced the Church of the Fiery Sun to negotiate peace with him. Admiral Lucien would not think that such a guy would be an ordinary person.
The Kashmiri noble officer knew that the federal admiral opposite him was greedy. He kept talking about Inadli and his words were directed at Tarantan. It was obvious that he was planning to take advantage of the vanguard's advance and grab the fattest piece of meat.
But he didn't care... Among the federal countries participating in the war, Kashmir made a lot of contributions, and there was no way they would be left out when the dividends were divided.
The source of those mysterious Tarantan goods had nothing to do with the Federation's participation in the war, so why should he worry about it?
What the noble officers really regretted was that the Federation was too slow in assembling its forces and the Odysseus family had already moved away those coveted shipbuilding factories - if the war had been launched two months earlier, Kashmir would have received even greater war dividends.
With a turn of his eyes, the noble officer also began to make his own calculations. He pointed to the marching route map provided by the Rhine royal family and said, "Admiral, should we invite the staff to refer to the map provided by Prince Hood to determine the marching route?"
The deliberate mention of Prince Hood and references are no longer hints; the intentions are clearly written on his face.
Admiral Lucien laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Go and discuss it. Report back when you have a conclusion."
"Yes, sir." The noble officer was overjoyed. He quickly stood up and saluted, picked up the route map, and strode out of the commander's tent.
Admiral Lucien, who represented the interests of the federal government and the Church of Storms, and the Kashmiri noble officer, who represented the interests of the federal government, naturally had a conversation that was not just about idle chatter, but about determining the boundaries of the dividends between the two sides before the war...
The federal government and the Church of the Storm will not allow anyone else to get involved in the mysterious source of Tarantan goods that are related to the core interests of the Undead regime - including the Tarantan Wasteland and Innadlib Territory, the two places where the Undead regime was born. Even their own people are not allowed to get involved.
The interests of other places, such as the Territory of Odysseus, the Territory of Adler, and the Territory of Tachia, can only be divided among the federal states participating in the war.
The Kashmiri noble officers expressed their intention to take away the wealth of Prince Hood, the richest man in the Rhine family as well, otherwise there would not be enough to go around.
The route map provided by the Rhine royal family would inevitably bypass Prince Hood's property. It seemed that they were counting on the Norsk coalition to go after the Undead regime and the traitors who defected to the Undead regime, but this was obviously too idealistic... If they let the robbers into their house, how could they expect them to burn, kill, and loot without causing any harm? It was more like a dream.
In short, through this dialogue, the coalition forces reached an agreement on the harmonious distribution of interests, and after the war broke out, both sides only needed to follow the rules.
Admiral Lucien ended the meeting and turned to meet the Storm Priest; the noble officer who left the commander's tent with the map also excitedly went to the tent where the noble representatives of the participating federal countries... no, the officers were waiting, to announce the dividend regulations.
As for the undead scourge that they are about to face...the top leaders of the coalition forces really don't take it seriously.
It is indeed terrifying to talk about 30,000 immortal undead souls using the "bone" sea tactics to overwhelm the garrison of a small noble leader; but in front of a powerful military force that is capable of destroying a country, they are just jumping clowns. There is no need to drag on and wait for the central army. 30,000 iron hooves are enough to crush them!
On that day, the front-line station of the Nosk Federation sent several telegrams to the rear.
In the rear port city of Moses, all the members of the logistics department responsible for eavesdropping on the enemy's telegrams were on high alert, thinking that the Nosk coalition forces, which were in frequent contact with the rear, were about to make some big move.
And then... when the decoded information came out, the logistics technicians who were struggling to use "one-finger Zen" to operate the computer to decode it were all confused.
"The battle hasn't even started yet... why are they already discussing how to divide the spoils?"
"Isn't Prince Hood their ally? Why are they discussing which company will take which power plant and oil field?"
"Huo, many federal nobles want to go to my hometown - why is the new town so popular?"
"Wow, no one wants it here in Tachia..."
The technicians from the Logistics Department seemed a little angry at first, but later they treated it as a joke; they laughed verbally, but were very efficient in action, and quickly summarized the contents of the decoded telegram and sent it to the front line for reference.
In the camp in the eastern wilderness and valley, Jerome, the commander-in-chief of the Rhine People's Army front, got up in the middle of the night to read the telegram. He read the telegram twice, with a look of both amusement and tears on his face.
"There's no need to send this kind of thing in the middle of the night! How can this thing have any reference value?"
The next day, Jerome, who was a little grumpy after waking up, checked the equipment and supplies shipped to the front line, and contacted his superiors through the matrix "inside" to express that he was ready for war.
"Got it. You guys stay hidden for now, and let the undead wear down the opponent's energy first." The familiar calm voice of the boss sounded directly in Jerome's mind through the matrix link.
"Understood. We will seize the right moment to take action," said Jerome.
After the conversation, Jerome immediately ordered the soldiers who had dispersed outside the valley for daily training to return to the valley to check and adjust their weapons and equipment and be ready to go at any time.
After arranging the soldiers, Jerome ordered someone to open a sealed iron box, and personally took the accompanying technicians to install the equipment and launch the drone...
In the other world, it is 11:00 a.m. on August 5, 1033 in the new calendar.
It was mid-October, early Saturday morning, Earth time.
Before the players who had been playing all night logged off, the system kept posting announcements, announcing that the long-awaited large-scale continuous battlefield event for the Undead Warriors would open in one hour (in the other world).
After playing all night and wasting a lot of time online, the players cursed the planner for launching a surprise attack, and hurriedly logged off, took the time to go to the toilet and eat breakfast, and called and sent text messages to inform relatives and friends who were not online...
At 12:00 AM in the other world time, which is 6:30 AM on Earth time, 30,000 veteran players gathered near the teleportation points in the main cities and towns, ready to go; more than 80% of the newbies from the fourth test who had already reached level one and whose combat power was shoddy but who were able to use the teleportation array were also in place .
As the twenty new temporary battlefield teleportation points in the teleportation options were lit up, the two hundred thousand scourges that had long been famous in the Bitter Territory appeared to be encircled and descended on the north, west, and south sides of the frontline station of the Nosk Alliance Vanguard Area...
