Chapter 1281 Red Channel (seeking a monthly ticket)
Augustine stood on the hill, looking up at the sky. The sky was gloomy, and gray clouds shrouded the earth.
A cool breeze blew by, blowing the long and beautiful hair unique to the Augustinian elf, floating as gently as silk.
Augustine immediately felt several pairs of scorching eyes staring at him closely. He couldn't help arranging his hair in annoyance, pretending not to see the passionate nympho girls not far away, nor to hear their loud screams and screams.
A faint sigh.
At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to cut off his long hair that was getting in the way after he went back.
In the past few days, he has been harassed by those bold and unrestrained girls.
As an elf, he is not considered a handsome and scumbag character in the elf kingdom. He never had this problem before. But...but now he is on the human continent.
His handsome appearance, blue eyes, slightly pale face, and tall body... make him extremely popular among women in the human continent.
Everywhere he went, there were many nymphomaniac girls, young women, and even fat aunts rushing over to watch him inhumanely.
The passionate and burning gazes of the girls reminded him involuntarily of an elegant beast in the forest - the snow wolf. And he was the prey.
If he is not careful, they will rush up and tear him into pieces, swallowing all the skin and bones in their stomachs and digesting them cleanly.
What frightened him even more was that on the mainland, many men with shaved heads and white robes, as well as many nobles, also looked at him with evil intentions and looked at him with lewd eyes.
Fortunately, he didn't meet those men in this place. There were only a few girls who were full of youthful atmosphere.
They were still at the age of Nutmeg, and were still a little shy. They only dared to be bold enough to stare at him from a distance, and then screamed and played loudly to attract his attention.
Without the harassment from those women, these past few days have been the most comfortable and happiest days that Augustine has lived since arriving on the human continent.
But at this moment, Augustine was not in a good mood.
His sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He squinted his eyes slightly, carefully searching every black spot in the sky, and whispered to himself in a low voice: "It's late. Could something have happened?"
When he thought that hundreds of miles ahead was the battlefield where more than 200,000 people were fighting fiercely, Augustine became even more confused: anything could happen on the battlefield~!
"My dearest Lei, please don't let anything happen to you." Augustine clasped his hands on his chest and prayed devoutly to the Mother Earth.
Under the gloomy sky, a sharp eagle cry suddenly sounded.
The transparent sound penetrated the clouds and spread throughout the entire earth.
Augustine's face was filled with joy. He clenched his fists and waved to the sky happily. He laughed and said, "It's back. My thunder is back."
He put his fingers in his mouth and blew a loud whistle.
A black spot appeared on the distant sky.
Immediately, as fast as a flying arrow, the black dot pierced through the clouds and flew towards this side.
In just a few breaths, the black spot had grown larger, revealing its true appearance.
That’s a blue flying eagle~!
It came above Augustine's head. It spread its wide wings and hovered in the sky.
Then there was a scream, followed by a flap of wings, and he swooped down towards Augustine.
Augustine hurriedly put on thick cowhide arm guards on his arms and stretched out his arms.
The cyan flying eagle arched its wings, threw the rabbit hooked on its talons to the ground, then flapped it vigorously in front of Augustine, and firmly grasped Augustine's arm with its sharp claws.
A strong wind blown by the wings blew by, and Augustine's hair suddenly flew.
Augustine didn't care, he raised the eagle on his arm high and laughed.
But when his eyes fell on the eagle, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "You are injured~!"
I saw a burn mark on the eagle's back.
Augustine stroked the eagle's feathers distressedly, breathing heavily from his nostrils, and said angrily: "Who hurt you? Lei, tell me. I will avenge you."
The green eagle gave a low cry and touched his head on Augustine's arm.
"Is he a human? Okay, no matter who this guy is, you will take me to identify him after the battle." Augustine's domineering master said: "If he dares to mess with us, I will give him a lesson he will never forget."
As he spoke, he stretched out his fist and waved it in the air angrily.
Then when he saw the rabbit on the ground, he couldn't help but be startled and said: "Oh, by the way, there is more business."
Augustine bent down and picked up the limp rabbit carcass. With the eagle on his arm, he quickly ran down the hill and rushed into a yard not far away.
Next to the yard, there is a wooden pole three meters high. There are several wires hanging on the wooden pole.
Those slender wires extend eastward through wooden poles, all the way to the end of the horizon.
This is the Eagle Group telegraph station closest to Leiria, but this so-called close is still five hundred miles away.
It is also the only telegraph station of Feiying Group Tietong Communications Company in this area.
Although this place is a bit remote, it happens to be the junction of several surrounding principalities and kingdoms. Through here, you can completely cover those countries.
Therefore, all the information from the nearby principalities and the kingdom to the center of the continent is sent from here, and it is also the location of the southeastern headquarters of the venture capital company.
The news coming back from the Leiria front line is all forwarded here to Maple Leaf Danlin, and then to various countries. This also includes Nadel City, which is thousands of miles away.
Augustine came to the room, first put his precious eagle on the shelf, and then carefully cut a few strips of fresh beef and fed it to the eagle. Then he held the rabbit and hurried to another room.
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There, a tall and powerful man with a cold expression and a sinister face, like a butcher, sat at the table without saying a word.
He is nearly two meters tall, has big shoulders and a round waist, and weighs more than 300 kilograms. When people look at him, they will all think that it would be a pity if such a person did not kill pigs.
But what was surprising was that he was wearing glasses and holding a thick book in his hands, flipping through it carefully.
After entering the room, Augustine instantly became cautious and did not even dare to raise his head. He seemed a little afraid of this person.
"There is something today. Chantrell." Augustine threw the rabbit on the table in front of Chantrell. He said hastily and glanced at the book in Chantrell's hand.
Sure enough, what I saw was a human stomach that had been cut open. The cut skin and intestines were clearly visible, even horrifying.
Augustine suddenly felt a little disgusted and muttered silently in his heart: "Great goddess of life, these people are all monsters. Some people actually like to dismember human bodies."
Chantrell's eyes lit up when he saw Augustine, as if he had seen the prey he had been waiting for for a long time. He closed the book and said with a gentle smile: "Xiao Ao, are you willing to come over and touch me today?"
It was okay that he didn't smile, but his smile scared Augustine's calves to the point of trembling.
In the eyes of the skinny Augustine, Chantrell, whose hobby is to dig out people's internal organs, is more terrifying than those lewd priests and nobles. Especially when he opens his mouth to smile, his teeth are exposed. He is like a demon.
Just as scary.
His biggest interest at the moment is to touch Augustine's bones to see what the differences are between elves and humans.
In Chantrell's words, this was for the sake of science. But Augustine's stomach cramped every time he thought about it, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.
"My thunder is injured, I have to go back and take care of it." Augustine dropped these words and rushed out of Chantrell's room as if running away.
Chantrell curled his lips helplessly, threw down the book with "Anatomy" written on it, and muttered: "This is for science. This kid has no spirit of dedicating himself to science at all."
Chantrell himself also liked to play tricks on Augustine the most, and he laughed heartily when he saw how pale he was with fright.
This big man who looks fierce and powerful is actually a gentle and humorous person at heart, but no one seems to appreciate his humor.
It became his pleasure to bully the new Augustine.
Augustine was hired by the Flying Eagle Group with a large sum of money. These elves have a specialty, training animals and communicating with animals.
In the Elf Kingdom, this may be a folk custom, but for the Flying Eagle Group, this skill is very useful. It is used to provide point-to-point information transmission for the frontline intelligence agents.
For venture capital companies, it is a very important means of information transmission.
Although venture capital companies have been cultivating their own animal messengers, the current progress is not optimistic at all.
The appearance of these elves successfully solved that problem.
Although these people were recruited for Lorraine by Lorraine's old friend Balentine, the most famous elven hero ranger, they were only responsible for delivering information. What exactly was written on it, they would never know. Nor did they want to know.
Chantrelle carefully moved out a box and carefully took out a lancet from inside.
Then he used a sharp knife to accurately cut open the rabbit's belly, and took out a copper pipe as thick as a finger. After washing away the blood, Chantrell's surprisingly stable hands slowly unscrewed the copper pipe, and then gently
Knock the copper pipe and pour out the paper strips inside little by little.
"Oh, there is no article about little Julie today, what a pity~!" Chantrelle murmured softly, slowly unfolding the note with both hands, as if the piece of paper in his hand was fragile and would be broken with a little effort.
Generally crushed.
There was a row of confusing letters and symbols written on the narrow piece of paper. Chantrell copied the symbols, stood up and took out a "Divine Dictionary" from the bookshelf behind him, and turned to one of the most classic articles, "On
How many angels can stand on the tip of a pin?
After translating the code skillfully, after writing the last sentence, the pen in Chantrell's hand was crushed by him with a click. Chantrell, who was as strong as an iron tower, looked pale, but his hand still held the pen.
His posture, his eyes were wide open as if they were about to burst open.
After staying for a few seconds, Chantrell slammed the table and jumped up. The heavy log desk was broken into two pieces under his palm.
The chair he was sitting on was kicked backwards and smashed into pieces after hitting the wall.
Chantrell didn't care about this. He squeezed the note in his big hand and rushed out of the room like a madman. He rushed to the telegraph station of the Flying Eagle Group as fast as he could.
Chantrell, with red eyes, rushed onto the street, waved his big hands and shouted anxiously: "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
Seeing Chantrelle who was like a mad cow, pedestrians on the road were frightened and hurriedly evaded. Those who couldn't dodge were knocked out by his strong body.
Chantrell ran as fast as he could across a distance of several hundred meters, and in front of him was the back door of the telegraph station. His speed did not slow down at all, and he hit the door with one shoulder, causing the front door to fly.
go out.
The security guard guarding the back door stared at the big man who came in dumbfounded. Before he could react, Chantrell's figure had already flashed into the employee passage and rushed straight into the busy telegraph room.
Several telegraph operators were working nervously with their heads down. Buckets of ice cubes were placed beside the table to cool down, but the room was still as hot as a steamer.
Just when the telegraph operator looked at him in surprise, Chantrell held the note tightly in his palm, with a sullen face, and whispered: "Everyone, get out. Immediately~!"
The mage in charge of the telegraph station glanced at Chantrell in surprise, then nodded to everyone and said, "Stop working and go out for a drink."
The telegraph operator released the key in confusion and walked out.
Chantrell sat in front of the telegraph without saying a word, took a deep breath to calm himself down, pinched the keys with his fingers, and quickly sent out several signals of different lengths.
The mage who was observing Chantrell's technique whispered to himself: "Red channel. Highest priority. My God, what happened?"
This means that all telegraph stations that receive this signal stop all work and prepare to forward the next telegram content.
Chantrelle released the button. He rubbed his sweaty palms, took out a handful of ice cubes from the bucket at his feet and stuffed them into his mouth to calm himself down.
Then he pressed the power button again with his big hand, frowning and sending the telegram with concentration.
The keys sounded rhythmically, and the signal was transmitted along the wires to the next telegraph station in a beam of light.
Each telegraph station is a node in the network. They turn information into telegraph signals and spread them throughout the entire network of telegraph lines. From there, the telegraph station spreads them across the entire continent. Within two hours, all the telegraph stations in the country have telegraph signals.
All urban areas where the station is located will receive the news.
"Code name Thirteen. One hundred spades. This is not a drill. Repeat. Code name Thirteen. One hundred spades. This is not a drill."
The red channel telegram will be given to the Venture Capital Company's agents as soon as possible. The agents will understand the message, and Chantrell is sure they will act as the emergency manual teaches them.
After sending this short telegram, Chantrell waited with bated breath, staring at the signal indicator light of the telegraph machine without blinking.
One minute, two minutes...
Just when Chantrelle was sweating, the indicator light flashed.
Chantrell received a confirmation signal from the rear telegraph station that the telegram had been received and they had forwarded it.
The other party's signal was just as clean and steady, apparently as steady as Chantrell's hand.
Chantrell took a long breath and slumped down on the back of his chair with a tired look on his face. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to send this telegram.
Chantrell raised his head, glanced at the sweat-soaked note in his hand, suddenly smiled with satisfaction, and murmured to himself in a low voice, "Fortunately, I have done my duty."
At this time, the signal light of the telegraph machine flashed again, indicating that the other party was sending a message. Chantrell immediately tensed up and quickly took a note to write down the contents of the telegram.
The other party used a clear code, and there was only one sentence: doctor, take care, hippopotamus.
These three words made Chantrell smile knowingly and couldn't help but rub his nose. The intelligence station he led was code-named Doctor in the venture capital company, and Hippo was the code-name of the intelligence station that received the signal.
A wretched middle-aged uncle appeared in Chantrell's eyes, and he thought: He is obviously a thin man, but he calls himself a hippopotamus.
The mage glanced down at the note in Chantrell's hand curiously. The handwriting was blurred, but it was vaguely legible.
"Code name... Thirteen, one hundred spades, what does this mean?" the mage asked Chantrell with a puzzled look on his face.
Chantrell stood up with a solemn expression and said slowly: "That means the demon army has invaded."
The mage laughed, pointed at Chantrell and said, "Are you kidding me?"
Chantrell shook his head slowly, looked at him seriously and said: "Highest combat readiness, we will take over this place, prepare to destroy the equipment and transfer personnel immediately.
This is not a drill~!"
The mage still kept a smile on his lips, but his eyes showed a horrified look. After being stunned for a moment, he stammered: "The demons, the demons, are coming?"
Chantrell nodded, his voice as calm as ever, and said: "They landed from Leiria and owned a hundred war fortresses."
The mage's body trembled with fear. He suddenly jumped up as if he was electrocuted and shouted loudly: "Evacuate, evacuate, we are closed today."
At the same time, he quickly ran towards the door.
When he stepped on the threshold, the mage suddenly turned around, looked at Chantrell solemnly and said, "Where are you?"
Chantrell shrugged, smiled easily, and said, "We can't leave yet."
The mage licked his lips, finally nodded to Chantrell, and said sincerely: "Take care."
When the mage's figure disappeared behind the door, Chantrell turned and walked to the corner, took out several small tubes from a sealed metal box, and placed them one by one in front of the telegraph machine.
In an emergency, they can burn the telegraph machine to ashes with just a fire.
After doing all this, Chantrell sat back on his chair and stared at the telegraph machine in front of him. As long as the enemy troops did not attack the door, they would stay here and wait to deliver the message.
Even if the demons come in, they still have to hide and continue working.
Chantrell stared at the telegraph machine in rapt attention, and couldn't help but secretly thought: "How long can we buy this world?"
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