Chapter 1119 News of Victory (seeking a monthly ticket)
"We won~!"
Following the Grand Duke's loud announcement, the entire peacekeeping force in Haligad City burst into joy.
Whether it was the guards on duty, the guards patrolling around, the guards guarding prisoners, or the soldiers still mopping up the remaining enemies in the city, they all raised their weapons and shouted excitedly.
"Victory~!"
"Long live~!"
At this moment, the city was filled with only these two cheering sounds.
The cheers rumbled across the sky and earth like spring thunder, and then spread quickly.
Hearing the thundering cheers, the soldiers who stayed behind in the base camp were confused for a moment. They stood on tiptoes and looked in the direction of the city in confusion.
One of the soldiers who was on the night shift even yawned. He was wearing a sheet, with hair as messy as a chicken coop, and with sleepy eyes open as he walked out of the camp. Many people, including him, were there in the decisive battle just now.
They are all very tired.
He wanted to see what was going on. But immediately, before he could react, the same warm cheers came from the base camp.
Immediately afterwards, the soldier who had just woken up found himself in the midst of a huge wave of shouts, surrounded by his companions who were shouting at the top of their lungs. The loud shouts were so loud that it was difficult for him to even hear his own voice.
He hesitated for a moment, then pulled one person over, shouted into the other person's ear, and inquired about the other person: "Hey, man, what happened?"
The man looked at him with contempt and thought to himself: At this time, he is still sleeping. This guy is definitely an idiot. He must have missed the last opportunity to grab something good.
Then he raised his fists and shouted twice as the crowd shouted loudly before yelling back loudly, shouting: "Hadu is dead~!"
But his voice was suddenly drowned in the tide of cheers and shouts from the crowd.
Although the soldier who woke up saw the other man's mouth moving, he couldn't hear what he was saying because of the loud noise around him, so he had to shout desperately: "What did you say..."
The man grinned. Then he put his hands next to the other person's ears and shouted loudly: "Hadu is dead~! We won~! We can go home~!"
The soldier who had just woken up had a sore eardrum, and his whole body was shocked. Then he raised his fist high and shouted with all his strength: "We are victorious, we are victorious~!"
All the soldiers gathered together, jumping, shouting loudly, and cheering for victory. Many people even generously took out their private collection of bad wine to celebrate with everyone.
For soldiers, there is nothing more gratifying than victory.
Victory means that he can go home.
Victory means that there will be no more wars. He will not die in a foreign land, or become permanently disabled in the battle.
Victory. Finally victory~!
Hadou, once known as the invincible, also fell into their hands.
At this time, in the base camp, there was still a group of people who ignored the celebration and were still working hard.
Those were the Eagle telegraph operators.
At this time, they were sitting in the telegraph machine room of the base camp, desperately pressing the buttons in their hands. In the series of "didi, beep, beep, beep" sounds, through the intermittent current at that time, they transmitted the news to
Sent as quickly as possible.
Although it was cold and windy outside, these telegraph operators all took off their coats and wore thin shirts.
Sweat was still dripping from their foreheads, but they didn't care about the situation, vibrating their fingers desperately, and worked with the greatest enthusiasm.
The Grand Duke solemnly issued a declaration of victory in the city of Haligad, which marked that the peacekeeping force had perfectly and successfully completed the set strategic mission.
Preserve the Almohad Empire headed by Queen Isabella, regain the Almohad South, defeat the military factions in the separatist areas, reunify the entire Almohad, and add more strength to the upcoming war that will test all mankind.
A major pillar of strength.
More importantly, the peacekeeping force headed by the Ruman Empire eliminated its number one enemy, the world-famous general and military strongman General Hadou.
The dark clouds that had been weighing on the Ruman people for twenty years suddenly dissipated.
From now on, Ruman people can be proud to say that we, Ruman, are still invincible in the world. Anyone who offends Ruman's divine power will be punished no matter how far away he is.
Its significance is just like the American devils killing Brother Deng. It is a major event that shocked the world.
As soon as the word spreads, it can increase the support rate by hundreds of percent. People hang the national flag in front of their homes, show their loyalty to the national flag, and sing songs about the stars and the red and white stripes.
This kind of "famous" news instantly boosts "admiration", so it must be released as soon as possible.
According to official customary rules, since this matter is extremely important, and as news of victory, there is no need to hide it from the common people. It is more serious to talk about it in a big way (of course, if it is bad news, in order to maintain stability, let the officials
If your son runs away first, you have to hide it.).
Therefore, this message was sent directly in a clear telegram, and it was also marked on the header of the telegram, copied to local officials, and released publicly.
After receiving the news, relay telegraph stations in various places did not dare to neglect when they were excited, and relayed the news again as quickly as possible.
With the beeping sound of the telegraph machine, the news seemed to have grown wings, following the erected wires, passing through the cold and windy countryside, crossing the rushing rivers, climbing over the withered hills, and crossing the
The city in ruins... spread to all directions.
On the west gate road of Abdelwad City, the capital of Almohad, if you stand on top of the city and look up, you can clearly see the electric poles extending in all directions along different roads.
Drive on until you reach the end of your sight.
And under the city, at the intersection of wires that looked like spider webs, there was a courtyard with three entrances from the front and back, guarded by heavy troops. At the front of the courtyard was a huge hall.
From time to time, there will be children wearing red vests carrying bright mail bags of the same color, passing through the huge and extremely luxurious glass doors, rushing out from inside, or rushing in with sweating profusely.
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The hall was very lively with people coming and going, and the whole hall was packed to the brim.
Although it was winter and the cold wind was howling outside Abdelwad City, the heat wave rushing out from the door of the hall was enough to knock someone over.
Those inside had to frequently take out their handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat off their faces.
A gentleman in gorgeous clothes, a man in servant clothes, a smelly dock worker covered in sweat, or a lady with elegant posture...
These people of different classes and statuses who should not have appeared on the same occasion all gathered in the hall, and they were all in peace with each other, and some even talked and laughed loudly together.
Those who can read are either filling in the form, or considering the words. Or they are counting the coins in their hands, and then sadly crossing out a few words on the telegram manuscript in their hands, thinking for a moment, then filling in, and then crossing out again.
Fall off, over and over again...
And more people gathered around the telegram writers, shouting and asking them to help them write the first draft.
The writer had to talk to them in a louder voice to determine what they were going to write.
The whole hall was noisy. It was extremely noisy, like five thousand ducks quacking at the same time.
This is the business hall of the Flying Eagle Telegraph Company in Abdwad.
With Lord Luo's temper, since he spent a huge amount of money to build the telegraph system, he naturally had to find a way to get it back.
Telegraph wires drawn purely by hand are not ordinary expensive. Only the wealthy Flying Eagle Company can afford the construction fee in millions. This amount of money makes Lord Lorraine feel pain for a long time just thinking about it.
Therefore, he opened the civil telegraph system as soon as possible.
Others do not agree with opening up for civilian use. Even if one telegram earns one gold coin, it will take millions of telegrams to recover the cost. The return will not be known until the next century.
But Mr. Lorraine knows very well that the communications industry is not making money, it is simply robbing money.
Moreover, in view of the unscientific nature of telegrams in later generations, Lord Luo made great improvements. His telegrams were not charged by words, but by letters.
And in order to make maximum profits, the charges for his system are not too expensive. They are not like China Unicom in previous generations, where usage fees, roaming fees, and two-way fees are all charged together.
Lord Lorraine's charges are very accurately based on the local price level. Each letter only costs one silver coin, which is equivalent to the price of a meal for ordinary people.
But Sir Alex was surprised to find that he felt so evil-hearted that even he was a little embarrassed. If anyone wanted Sir Lorraine to charge a mobile phone fee of five yuan per minute, er, to be precise, it was five yuan per second, Sir Lorraine
I have to use bricks to knock his face off.
But as soon as it opened, it was praised by many people.
Many people even boasted that Lord Luo was so cheap and could be called a great benefactor. He was not worthy of his honorable title as Pluto's neighbor. All he had to do was not give him a golden body as an offering.
Everyone was lamenting that Lord Lorraine might have thought that he had offended the Almohads too much, and suddenly his conscience struck him.
Later, Sir Alex finally figured out that anyone who could afford to spend money to shoot a telegram didn't care about the money. Just like someone who could afford to drive a Lamborghini didn't care about the parking fee.
And more importantly, those ordinary people did not understand the new thing of telegraph. They all thought that the telegraph room was not controlled by technological means, but by great magicians, or even great wizards, who used magic to transmit messages.
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Because those responsible for the management and daily maintenance of each telegraph station are indeed mages.
Everyone knows that mages are not only ruthless, but also extremely valuable.
Even if you have money, you may not be able to get them to help. People's work depends on their mood.
Now Sir Luo actually invited them, and it only cost them one silver coin and one letter.
This is simply the number one person in the world who has been taken advantage of. If you don't fool him quickly, let him continue to give everyone money, and wait until he understands later, but there will be no such advantage to take advantage of. Naturally, he will praise him enthusiastically.
Since there was a huge gap in the number of telegraph operators required, Lord Luo adopted a purely streamlined operation in the telecommunications company in order to save time and get employees on duty as soon as possible. He distributed a large number of manuals to the employees below.
After people wrote the telegrams and paid the money, the telegram manuscripts were collected and handed over to the translator behind.
They sat in front of the table and converted the telegrams into code symbols. Then they sorted them into categories and handed them to the reporting room at the back. Because they were not very skilled, many people even had to look through the code dictionaries in their hands during the translation process.
In the telegraph room at the back, all the telegraph operators were sitting in front of the machines, staring at the telegrams and pressing the telegraph buttons in their hands.
Many of them only knew how to press the telegram keys and did not understand the contents of the telegram. They just sent out the documents mechanically.
On the other side, the receivers just looked at the machine in front of them. Then they marked symbols on the notebook according to the signals sent from the other side.
When it was over, he tore up the piece of paper and threw it into the small basket next to him. Those old guys who can easily translate it after reading it are all in the military system.
Every once in a while, someone would take away the small baskets filled with pieces of paper and hand them over to the translators in another room. They had just re-translated the telegraph symbols into letters.
Finally, these documents will be delivered into the hands of the couriers in categories. They will carry the parcels on their backs and walk through the streets to deliver the telegrams one by one according to the address.
Completely modern and corporate management.
Eleven o'clock in the morning is their busiest time.
At this moment, the telegraph operators were surprised to find that the machine in front of them seemed to be congested, and the telegraph line could not send out at all.
On the other side, the receivers also looked at the machine in front of them in amazement. It kept ticking crazily, as if it was about to burn down.
"What happened?" The crowd couldn't help but commotion.
An inexplicable sense of fear quickly spread among the crowd, and many people even left their seats involuntarily.
Although the vast majority of people come here for high wages, facing this technology that they cannot understand at all, these people are more willing to believe that this is a kind of terrible magic or even a kind of ghost living there. So this
Information travels so quickly.
Therefore, I am instinctively afraid of it, let alone seeing it so abnormal.
Just then, the supervisor walked in.
He looked at everyone's appearance and couldn't help but said angrily: "What's going on? Everyone, please be quiet."
"Maybe... maybe this machine is going to explode?" someone in the crowd whispered.
The supervisor angrily yelled: "Fart. I have been trained at the headquarters and I have never seen anything. How come I have never seen an explosion?"
Everyone couldn't help but fell silent for a while.
The supervisor glanced at the row of machines and found very keenly that although the machine was not ringing normally, there seemed to be no problem. Then he said sharply: "Why are you panic? Sit down and follow these instructions."
The signal is recorded, I want to see what's going on?"
Several receivers looked at each other, sat down helplessly, then took out their pencils and quickly recorded the signals in their notebooks.
The supervisor looked at the several telegrams and couldn't help but frown: due to the different reception times, although the several telegrams were slightly misplaced, he still clearly found that the contents of the several telegrams were actually basically the same.
The supervisor couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart: This is definitely something big! Otherwise, these messages would never be so similar. Only in order to avoid interruption of major information transmission, would each node be used to transmit at the same time.
The rest of the people looked at his livid face and couldn't help but look at each other.
The supervisor changed hands and handed the message to the translator next to him, saying, "You guys, please translate together to see what happened."
Due to the uneasiness in his heart, his tone softened a lot at this time.
The translators took the telegram, sat down, and translated it carefully word for word.
After a while, one of the translators finished the translation first.
He stared at the series of letters in front of him and read them hastily, but under his nervousness, he seemed to have no way of forming a word from those letters.
At this moment, a translator next to him had suddenly stood up, read the message in his hand, and said: "The Grand Duke... three hours and forty minutes ago, at the Maple Grove Garden in Haligard City, under the command of Hadu
The ministry solemnly declares: Hadou is dead. The peacekeeping coalition has successfully completed its mission. We have won."
The whole room was quiet.
Someone whispered suspiciously: "Real, false, don't be wrong in translation..."
At this moment, another translator also stood up suddenly and read hurriedly: "The Grand Duke announced that Hadou died. The peacekeeping coalition successfully completed its mission. We won~!"
At this time, the third translator also stood up and said: "The Grand Duke announced that Hadou has died. Our army has won a complete victory."
Everyone looked at each other: This news is definitely true~!
The room suddenly burst into joy.
Many people opened their throats and cheered loudly at the top of their lungs.
"I won, I won~!"
"Long live the empire~!"
"Long live Her Majesty the Queen~!"
"Long live the new imperial army~!"
"Long live the coalition forces..."
"..."
When everyone in the hall heard the cheers coming from behind, they were all confused for a moment. And because no one came to collect the telegram for such a long time, many people who were eager to pay for the newspaper were a little angry, even angry.
But then I saw someone stumbling out from the back room, raising his arms and shouting to everyone present: "We won, we won..."
While shouting, he rushed onto the street outside.
When everyone saw it, they were even more surprised: What has won? That guy was yelling randomly, is he crazy? Even if he wants to run naked, he has to take off his clothes, right?
At this moment, I saw another group of people running out from behind to check in for a room.
They also cheered loudly while running: We won, we won...
Then they all ran out with a roar.
"Yeah, these guys are crazy~!" Just before everyone could sigh, they saw that the person running at the end had turned around.
He looked at everyone and shouted excitedly: "Why are you still standing there? Don't you know we won?"
Everyone couldn't help but shuddered and took a few steps back: Is this guy going to infect himself with madness?
At this time, the man had already shouted loudly: "Our army has occupied Haligad, Haddu is dead. We have won~!"
Everyone looked at each other and then cheered loudly. Even though they were not surprised by this incident, when they saw the city guard walking over not far away, they immediately cheered with great enthusiasm.
They swarmed out of the hall and ran toward the street.
Immediately, the cheers spread throughout the city of Abdwad like stones thrown into a pond.
In just a few breaths, the tide of cheers has resounded throughout Abdelwad. (To be continued)