Chapter 526 Our War (VIII)
The Nosk coalition forces, fighting desperately, are getting closer and closer to the resurrection point of the Undead Army.
Four kilometers, three kilometers, two kilometers...
At six o'clock in the afternoon, after fighting for several hours, the coalition vanguard finally advanced into the undead resurrection area and destroyed the undead teleportation array located to the west under the shocked gaze of countless little skeletons.
With the resurrection circle destroyed, the morale of the coalition forces was boosted, and they killed the undead more fiercely, trying to eliminate all these annoying guys so that they could take a good breath.
Kill a group of undead... another group came, kill another group, another group came...
Even though the resurrection array has been destroyed, the undead still appear in an endless stream.
Colonel Felimon, who had just cheered for victory, finally realized that something was wrong. He raised his telescope and took a closer look at the direction where the undead came from. He found that about two kilometers to the southwest, there was an area where white light was frequently flashing.
Colonel Philemon, who was extremely shocked and angry, had to muster up his strength again and command the army to turn around and charge towards the southwest .
After struggling with the Undead army for more than half an hour, the Nosk coalition forces, squeezing out their last bit of strength, once again resisted the pressure and destroyed the resurrection array.
The result... the number of undead harassing the army frantically continued to increase, and there was still an endless stream of undead coming from the other direction...
Colonel Felimon raised his binoculars tremblingly and looked towards the direction where the undead army was coming from.
About three kilometers away, there was another area flashing white light wildly.
Players who suffer excessive damage will be teleported to the nearest teleportation point to "revive", and the vast expanse of white teleportation light will almost compete with the setting sun for brilliance.
Colonel Felimon finally understood why there was no one guarding the resurrection area, and the nightmare butcher who was supposed to appear was nowhere to be found...
"--Damn Nightmare Butcher, how many resurrection areas did he prepare for the undead?!" The desperate Colonel Felimon roared helplessly.
The Nosk coalition forces, which had tried their best to destroy two undead resurrection arrays in succession, were once again trapped in a dilemma.
This siege was obviously more tragic than the last one. The physical strength, energy and even morale of the coalition forces had fallen to the lowest point. Even the storm priests who had made the least efforts could not find the energy to release blessings...
Yang Qiu, who was watching the battlefield situation from the player's perspective, had already come to the conclusion at this point: "The overall situation has been decided."
The tactics of the coalition commander could not be said to be wrong. The combat effectiveness of the Undead Army itself was not much higher than that of an ordinary militia. They relied only on their immortality. As long as they could destroy the magic circle that could repeatedly summon the undead with a single strike, the Undead Army would be like water without a source, and it would only be a matter of time before they were completely wiped out.
The most fatal problem is... there is not just one resurrection point for the undead.
In order to prevent the unmanned teleportation array from being destroyed in one fell swoop, Tattle arranged the teleportation array in a very scattered manner. After all, the undead ran fast , and a distance of more than ten kilometers would only take them a few minutes longer to run.
The possibility that the bloated army, acting in a group, could clear out all the teleportation arrays one by one before dark while facing the entanglement of the undead army did not exist from the beginning...
If the coalition forces had given up large-scale combat from the beginning and used small groups of elite troops to attack separately and quickly sweep the undead resurrection points while they were still strong and in high spirits, they might have had some chance of winning; but obviously, the coalition commander could not adopt such a strategy - the coalition forces did not know that the undead resurrection points were unguarded, nor did they know that the Rhine side was so outrageous as to set up multiple undead resurrection arrays at once.
This is the reason why Yang Qiu can stay in Moses Port with peace of mind to guard against the enemy's "airdrop" of high-level spellcasters to destroy the town without having to come to the front line to take charge - there is no suspense in this battle at all, and the undead army will never be defeated in the home turf of the undead regime.
Even when fighting away from home, as long as enough and concealed resurrection points are arranged in advance, the army of the undead is still invincible... The Church of the Fiery Sun, which actively sought peace, has proved this.
The following battle was quite lackluster. The coalition vanguard, which didn't even have the strength to flee, was completely powerless in the face of the angry army of players.
After the siege lasted for more than an hour, the Undead Army even fought in front of the enemy for the eight Norsk spellcasters and two storm priests who had the golden rare BOSS tips above their heads...
At nine o'clock in the evening, the Rhine People's Army, which had occupied the enemy's base camp, did not wait for the Allied forces to collapse, but received the order to receive prisoners.
Starting at ten o'clock in the evening, the twenty-six thousand coalition vanguard troops, from the front-line commanders to the grassroots soldiers, were sent one after another by the undead into the camp they had built themselves, and locked up in the barracks and warehouses built by the militia they organized themselves.
The first batch of 30,000 vanguard troops of the Nosk Federation that invaded the Rhine mainland were completely wiped out before they even saw the edge of the city or had time to rob a village.
August 6, 1033, at 8:00 in the morning, in the capital of the Rhine.
Prince Hood, who continued to suffer from insomnia due to excessive pressure, hurried to the Privy Council of the Royal Palace early in the morning and asked the noble officer on duty: "Has the reply telegram from the east arrived?"
The Privy Council was the eldest prince's territory, and the officers were all his men. Because Prince Hood had made great efforts to ask "friendly nations" to help "quell the rebellion", Prince Hood's words were now quite important in the Privy Council. The officer on duty did not dare to neglect him and replied respectfully: "I have not received a report yet, Your Highness."
"Not received? How could you not have received it? How long has it been?" Prince Hood's tone suddenly became nervous.
The officer on duty looked at the prince who had suddenly become anxious in confusion. It had not even been twenty-four hours since he received the last telegram from the federal admiral, and there was nothing important in that telegram. Was there any need to overreact like this?
Of course, such words could not be said openly, so the officer on duty could only tactfully advise: "It's still early, maybe there will be a reply in a few hours."
"Be sure to notify me immediately if you get a reply." Prince Hood sternly instructed the officer on duty and left with a gloomy look.
After coming out of the Privy Council, Prince Hood felt uneasy, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. After hesitating for a while, he decided to go see "His Majesty the King" who was under house arrest in the palace.
After the Federation agreed to send troops to "help quell the rebellion", little Andre and his restless mother Harriet were placed under house arrest in a side hall of the palace, with all channels of communication with the outside world cut off; but it was obvious that the mother and son were not willing to sit and wait for death. Last month, Princess Harriet found a way to ask someone to send a telegram to Innadri.
After discovering this, Prince Hood was so frightened that he didn't dare to go home, for fear that the Nightmare Butcher would come to his palace and kill him at any time... He hid from place to place for more than ten days, until he heard that the Nightmare Butcher showed up in the Territory of Odysseus and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, he felt a little relieved.
But this incident obviously made Prince Hood and His Royal Highness the First Prince extremely angry... Not only did they replace all the servants, female officials and guards in the side hall of the palace, His Royal Highness the First Prince also sent his confidants to guard the side hall strictly, so that not even a mosquito could fly out of the side hall.
Prince Hood asked the eldest prince's confidants whether there was any movement in the side hall, and then glanced at the imprisoned mother and son from across the courtyard, and his heart settled down a little.
"I must be too nervous. Even if this mother and son still have a way to continue to pass messages to Nightmare Butcher, it will not affect the overall situation. Once the federal army arrives, Nightmare Butcher will have to get past the coalition no matter how powerful he is."
"With all the elite troops of the Federation deployed and the Storm Church joining the battle, we will definitely not lose!"
"Once the Nightmare Butcher is gone, the Rhine Kingdom will still be the kingdom of the Rhine royal family."
Prince Hood let out a long sigh, and went home directly without going to see the eldest prince.
His Royal Highness the Great Prince controls all the armies in the capital, and Prince Hood knows that he cannot compete with his nephew.
But Prince Hood was obviously not willing to give up the throne like this...
On the way back to the Prince's Palace, Prince Hood, sitting in the car, silently calculated how to use the financial power in his hands to make his good nephew give up more power after everything was settled and the mother and son who had stolen the high position in the palace were gone. Even if he could not sit on the throne, Prince Hood had to ensure that his position would not be threatened in any way.
Thinking all the way back to the Prince's Palace, the butler came up diligently to take off Prince Hood's coat and asked the maid to put the sumptuous breakfast on the table, which His Royal Highness had not had time to eat.
Prince Hood waved his hands and let the maid tie his napkin for him as he prepared to eat. The butler, who was familiar with the prince's habits, also turned on the radio at the right time.
Prince Hood, who had just taken a sip of warm milk, sprayed the milk out of his mouth when he heard the first news bulletin on the radio...
"Dear listeners, now I have an urgent news flash: our reporter has received reliable information that the Norsk Federation has no martial ethics, is despicable and shameless, and has fought without declaration. A 30,000-strong elite federal invasion force has invaded our Rhine Kingdom territory this month and stationed a large camp on the eastern border of Odis territory. They may invade the southern part of Odis territory at any time and endanger the lives and property of the people of Odis territory."
Prince Hood coughed loudly and turned his head in surprise to look at the radio on the dining table.
The butler realized that something was wrong and went forward with a cold sweat to change the channel, but Prince Hood raised his hand to stop him.
"...Please ask the people in the towns and villages in the southern part of Odysseus to stop traveling long distances for the time being and stay at home. The Innadri, Adler, and Taqiya territories will not sit idly by and watch the invasion of foreign enemies. They will organize a large army to fight back against the invaders as soon as possible and drive the villains who invaded our homes out of Odysseus."
"Innadri Radio Station hereby appeals to all Rhine people. The despicable invasion of the Norsk Federation without declaring war has forced our country into a state of war. Please stop long-distance travel to the Norsk Federation or through the Norsk Federation in the near future to avoid being implicated in the war."
"Our reporter will immediately set off to the front line and send you the latest battle report in a timely manner..."
Prince Hood's expression was so ferocious that his facial features began to distort.
The Undead Regime, which occupied half of the Rhineland, only realized at this time that the Federation was coming in full force, and was preparing to fight back like a hot potato. This made Prince Hood, who was almost forced to pay for his life by the Undead Regime, feel quite happy...
But the undead regime unilaterally declared that the "friendly countries" that were "keen to help neighbors quell the rebellion" were despicable and shameless invaders who launched war without declaration - this is simply outrageous!
Who is the invader? Don't you know who is the invader?
In less than three years, you have seized half of the Rhine Kingdom. Who gives you the nerve to call others invaders? !
"What nonsense! Nonsense!" Prince Hood, who had recovered from his shock, slammed the table in anger, his beard and eyebrows trembling with anger. "Call all the newspaper people in the capital, and call the people from the radio station too! Let the people of the whole country know who the despicable and shameless person is!"
Prince Hood was extremely furious, and the eldest prince in the palace was in almost the same situation.
Since the two most powerful men in the capital had lost their temper, the people below them had to move at full speed... Soon, people from all the newspapers and radio stations in the capital were summoned to the palace and the prince's mansion.
Before noon, the fastest-acting Royal Capital Radio Station had compiled an impassioned and powerful "anti-enemy manifesto" and was ready to announce it to all channels and engage in a public opinion war with the Innadeli Radio Station.
And then...the broadcast couldn't be sent out.
The eldest prince and his highness the prince, who were waiting to listen in the royal palace and the prince's mansion, could not hear any reports from the royal capital radio station at all.
"What the hell is going on?!" X2.
The two big shots were furious again, and their anger soon spread to the royal capital radio station.
The people at the radio station felt very aggrieved. They were clearly working hard and had sent out broadcasts, but the signal just couldn't get out. Even places just one street away from the radio station couldn't receive the signal. They were also very puzzled!
Next to the Royal Capital Broadcasting Building, in the basement of an inconspicuous apartment building, a diesel generator is roaring, and a mysterious and strange machine that can never be found in this alien world is also in operation.
The young boy, Brook, held a radio tuned to the King's Capital Radio Station and muttered to himself, "Such a machine that can run with electricity can actually interfere with the radio signal. The things produced by Tarantan are really amazing."
"Hey, Brooke." Another young man came down from the first floor and stood at the basement entrance and asked, "The machine at the Rhine Radio Station on West Street has been powered on. Is it running now?"
"Turn it on, turn it on. Tell them all that the machines should be turned on immediately if they can be turned on. We don't need this little electricity bill." Brooke waved his hand.
"Okay, I'll go inform them."
The young man went out of the basement to pass on the message, and returned about twenty minutes later: "West Street and Maple Street have ready-made power lines that can be used. They have been turned on. Other places have to generate their own power, so it may take a while."
"It's okay, as long as we can catch up." Brooke said.
" Our mission is just to stop the radio station in the capital from broadcasting, right?" The young man seemed a little worried and frowned, "Those newspapers can still be printed randomly. If the newspapers are spread out, won't we be in vain?"
"Hey, what are you worrying about?" The young man Brooke smiled nonchalantly. "When the newspapers in the capital spread to other territories, the news of the federal army's defeat will be released. Do you think the royal family will still be in the mood to shout at that time?"
