Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0069 There are still people
"We have two infantry regiments advancing towards the location of the magic mine. Judging from the time, they may have occupied it." Looking at the magic mine marked on the map, Des felt his heartbeat quickening.
As long as they have that concentrate, their country can mass-produce the Magic Ball of Knowledge! With the Magic Ball of Knowledge, they can use the "divine words" in Chris's brain to cultivate more and more talents.
After the publicity, Chris has now become a god in Ireland 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.
The whispers from Chris were the greatest wealth of the entire Ailan Hill Empire. Everyone had to pray to Ailan Hill Chris every day, and the new prayer ritual was accepted by everyone without even being promoted.
A god who can feed the people, help the people make money, and help the people win wars does not need any publicity at all. He will inherit infinite power of faith and become an object of worship.
Businessmen who have made a lot of money will support Chris unconditionally, even if they only need to look at the "vouchers" representing their wealth in their hands. Because their lives and property are in the industrial civilization created by Chris, if they want to continue to make money or keep their savings, they must stand on Chris' side.
The workers support Chris even more because it is Chris who provides them with jobs and Chris who promulgated the Workers Protection Law, which protects the legitimate rights and interests of the workers to a certain extent. He is the rising star of the working class and their idol.
The farmers also stood on Chris' side, because with Chris' help, their grain production increased by 25%, and for the first time, they saw a surge in grain prices when production increased. If they did not support their monarch, they felt that they were no different from the devil.
Merchants, workers and farmers all stood on Chris's side, and Chris's rule became unprecedentedly stable - if we also take into account the impact of the textile industry, handicrafts and light industry on women, Ireland Hill can be said to be the country with the most powerful rule.
Because of this, with the popularization of printing technology, the streets and alleys were filled with slogans of "Long Live Chris" and simple portraits of His Majesty the Archduke. These slogans were already very explicit in calling Chris "His Majesty the King", "His Majesty the Emperor" and even "Mortal God".
Because of the cheapness of cloth, the royal flag of Ireland Hill was everywhere. At the entrance , on the roof of the inn, and on the flagpole of the castle, each place was flying the black golden eagle flag, making the whole city filled with a festive atmosphere.
This propaganda offensive was created by Deans, who gradually handed over the production management to Mr. Gourlot and focused his work on domestic affairs. Then, he demonstrated his outstanding domestic talents.
Chris just told him some stories about publicity and management, and he applied them to his own story and put Chris on a pedestal. Now Deans is like a fish in water, bringing out the glory of Chris as the butler to the fullest.
"What's the situation 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 said to Des while looking at the weapons production quantity in the report.
"All the carriages have been requisitioned, and the merchants even lent us their own carriages. In addition, we also received 700 pack horses and 1,500 sheep for food from the grassland empire..." Desel was very sensitive to numbers and began to introduce.
"The current transportation speed is already the fastest. The Grassland Empire is different from previous invasions to the south. This time they prepared their own food, so they occupied our road transportation..." When he talked about transportation, he had a very dissatisfied tone.
In fact, road transportation is very crowded and busy on weekdays: Ireland Hill's industrial production and material mobilization levels are dozens or hundreds of times higher than a year ago, and all these pressures have been transferred to the backward road transportation.
The roads were already overloaded with caravans and transport teams, and now there were more troops heading south and supply teams transporting them—plus the 100,000 war horses of the Steppe Empire and the food and drink for 50,000 people…
These things brought the already fragile transportation system to the brink of collapse. The troubles caused by the roads to Ailan Hill were far more than those caused by the soldiers of the Alante Empire on the front line. Concrete roads were now on the agenda of all territories, and people had never paid so much attention to the construction of roads.
"The backward transportation level is really a troublesome thing." Chris pinched his nose and rubbed it, commenting somewhat unwillingly: "If our railway starts to operate, the situation will be much better."
"The situation remains the same. We can't lay railroads to the dangerous front lines. The rails are too expensive." Des complained about the railroad fraud. "Ten of the 20 newly manufactured anti-aircraft guns have been sent to Naru, four have been reinforced to the factory area, and the remaining six have been equipped to the newly formed regiment..."
"I'm still a little worried! We have too few means to deal with the Magic Empire." Chris said to Des worriedly.
"In fact, even if we judge according to the best situation, 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 lose more."
"More than 10,000 people...are we just going to leave them on the battlefield and let them die?" It was the first time for Chris to fight a war that could result in heavy losses, so he couldn't help feeling conflicted.
Des seemed to have heard something funny. He snorted and looked at Chris. "Your Majesty! The war between mortals and magicians... has never been won in thousands of years. If you can repel an attack from the Holy Demon Empire, then you have created history."
"But I don't want to make history!" Chris stood up stubbornly, holding the pistol on his waist, and said to Des: "I want a victory! I can't watch my soldiers die! I have to do something!"
Des was stunned for a moment when he heard Chris say that. Then he seemed to realize something and nodded. "If everyone could hear what you said, millions of people would be 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, Ceris will be handed over 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 because he had been convinced. He felt that a qualified leader should be where he should be. Chris' words convinced Des.
Just by saying "I don't need them to die for me, I want them to live for me", Ksell knew that Chris was a qualified leader. He felt that his investment was really wise, and being able to stand with such a man was definitely the most fortunate thing in his life.
"Assemble the regiment! Assemble the regiment!" In the barracks outside the city of Seris, the impatient Captain Walter rode on his warhorse and quickly ran through the rows of barracks. The sound of whistles began to sound, and all the soldiers quickly packed their bags.
In less than ten minutes, the Elanhill soldiers, carrying their weapons and equipment and wearing M42 helmets, formed a neat formation. Then, following an order, they began to walk towards the exit of the barracks.
The barracks, which were originally overcrowded, became empty a few months ago. Now, half of the soldiers from the only two remaining regiments have left. In the huge barracks, only the soldiers from the teaching regiment are looking at the soldiers who are leaving, their eyes full of envy and longing.
"We have to get to the front line as soon as possible! The number of anti-aircraft guns there is limited. We can bring at least 8 extra anti-aircraft guns for them..." Chris said to Walter beside him while riding on a horse.
The 1st Regiment is the main force among the main forces. Its weapons and equipment are second only to the teaching regiment. It has always been responsible for protecting Chris's safety, so it is also called the Guards Regiment. This regiment is fully equipped with 8 anti-aircraft guns.
Moreover, the regiment also drew a large number of artillery shells from the reserve ammunition to replenish the consumption on the front line.
"If we push forward, Wilkes's reserve troops can move. They can move sideways toward Wallavo. In this way, our defense line will be more stable." Captain Walter said to Chris.
Chris nodded. What he wanted now was nothing more than that important magic concentrate. If he could grab some of the ore of the magic concentrate, then this trip south would be a sure win.
At this time, a fast horse and stopped beside Chris. An officer held up a telegram and reported to Chris: "Just now, a huge interference appeared in the radio in Seris and Ferry City at the same time."
"What's going on?" Chris frowned as he took the message from the officer and saw a long radio signal. This was obviously not in the radio communication code of Ailan Hill, and it was a strange signal from outside.
After looking at the signal for a while, Chris suddenly laughed, and the expression on his face was so vivid and wonderful: "Maybe, in this world, besides us, there are other people who are also using radio!"
