The first thousand three hundred and fourteenth chapters race against time
The huge steam train made a rumbling roar, spitting out thick black and white smoke, dragging its long body, and kept moving through the green fields.
The roaring monster caused people doing farm work on both sides of the road to stop and watch involuntarily.
"This thing is so damn good~!" Moore sat in the middle of the carriage, his legs hanging outside the carriage, staring at the scenery outside the window that kept receding.
Although the scenery outside the window looks a bit monotonous, it is always green fields, and from time to time there is a simple small village.
But this scenery fascinated him so much that he couldn't get enough of it.
When they passed a small town, Moore glanced at the name of the town intentionally or unintentionally, and then he was surprised to find that the train had traveled twenty or thirty miles in only a few dozen minutes.
This train, this is really a magical thing.
In the past, any magical things could only be enjoyed by high-ranking officials. They were completely insulated from poor soldiers like him.
For example, gorgeous carriages, precious jewelry, mellow wine, high-end cigars, beautiful women, magical war fortresses...and so on.
Those are exclusive to the rich and powerful.
He never thought that one day he would be able to ride on such a magical thing.
I'm afraid that the aristocratic masters in his hometown would not be treated like this.
This train is not only fast, but also extremely smooth. There is not even the slightest bump. You can sleep comfortably in the carriage.
The unique monotonous and rhythmic sound of the train running over the rails: 'click-click, click-click...' The sound seems to never tire.
Moore couldn't help but secretly sigh: No matter what kind of carriage it is, compared with this thing, it is just like shit.
The buffalo next to it kept looking out the window, then pulled Moore and said: "This thing is really strong. Grandma, it can pull all the cars away at once. I think it can bear it."
One hundred cows. Maybe two hundred cows.
If you can bring this home, how many acres of land can be cultivated in one day~!"
Looking at the longing look on the buffalo's face, Moore couldn't help but curl his lips: This guy was also born as a poor boy herding cattle in the countryside. Out of professional instinct, no matter what he did, he would first convert it into cattle and then compare.
In the countryside, cows are worth more than men.
The bison looked out the window and sighed. Then he continued: "This is really a good thing. Grandma, I see there is someone on the front of this car."
Do you think this train is so powerful? Does it mean that it needs to be herded like an ox? In that case, in the future, when I retire from the army and don’t go home to farm, it would be a good idea to herd the train. It doesn’t take much, just one.
That's enough."
Moore laughed and said: "Bison. Do you think this train is just like your cow, with a nose ring pierced and you can lead it?"
When we came over, we looked at them all. The front of this train is as high as two or three stories, and I didn't see anything like its nose."
Everyone in the carriage burst into laughter.
The bison hesitated, then touched his head and smiled. Then he said stubbornly: "I don't believe it. Such a big guy must eat a lot of food. Since he wants to eat, he must be served by someone.
Wait. Otherwise, you won’t be able to work.
Isn’t it okay if I don’t do anything else in the future but wait on it? That’s what we do at home. We have experience.”
The young officer next to him also laughed. He knew a little about trains. The newspaper had once published news about the Flying Eagle Railway. When the share price of the Flying Eagle stock soared, he was fascinated for a while.
Therefore, looking at the honest look on the bison's face, he immediately said: "Bison, this train is a kind of magic alchemy, and you don't need to eat."
After hearing this, the bison couldn't help but look disappointed, and murmured: "So it's not necessary..."
The people around him were gloating about his misfortune and burst into laughter.
But then, the young officer continued: "However, although it doesn't eat, it still has to burn coal or wood. It's a laborious job. Seeing as you are big and round, if you sign up in the future, they will definitely accept it.
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Wild Newton suddenly became energetic and laughed loudly. He was gearing up and was very proud of himself. It was as if he had really fucked the train driver.
Several people next to him couldn't help but look at him with envy, and then someone came over, smiled at the young officer, and said: "Sir, I wonder if they will accept me like this?"
To these simple soldiers who didn't know a word of Chinese characters, the young officer was a knowledgeable saint with a knowledge of 500 years and 500 years of knowledge. No matter what the problem was, they would habitually ask him for advice.
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The young officer also bared his teeth and smiled, but before he could speak, a stench suddenly hit his nostrils.
Everyone immediately turned around and saw a soldier lying on the floor with an earthy face and vomiting.
Everyone felt sick for a while, and all said "Oh", and then immediately hugged their belongings and stayed away from him.
Someone shouted: "Pastor, where's the pastor? Come find the pastor quickly, someone is sick here."
However, the young officer observed for a moment, then stopped the man and said, "It's okay, it's okay. It's probably motion sickness. Drag him to the door. Just give him a good breather."
At that moment, someone walked over and pulled the soldier to the door, with his head facing the outside of the car. In this way, even though he suffered from motion sickness, he would not vomit in the car.
The rest of the people surrounded the soldier, laughing and laughing.
For these young people, this is not actually malicious, but another way of caring.
The train traveled for several hours, until late at night, when it stopped at a small station to rest.
The soldiers immediately jumped off the train in twos and threes, ate, rested, walked around the train, took a walk, and stretched their limbs.
Then I got on the train again and continued heading west.
As the train continued westward, Moore found that the young officer in his car gradually became restless and kept looking out the window.
Looking at the other party's face, it was obvious that that guy was also worried that his troops were going to Ruman City to stage a military coup.
Otherwise, why keep going west? The mission of their Eastern Legion is to fight eastward.
A vaguely ominous atmosphere also arose in the carriage. Many people lost the desire to speak. They just sat there blankly, saying nothing.
Although Emperor Rudelun did not do very well, was stingy, and was very annoying, he was still the Grand Duke's brother after all. And he was still facing a formidable enemy. It was really unethical for the Grand Duke to engage in internal strife and coup at this time.
In addition, it is illegal to conduct a military coup. Although you will gain a lot when it succeeds, you will also be beheaded when it fails.
What's more, this kind of thing is very inconsistent with everyone's general values, but everyone is just a small soldier. As the saying goes, soldiers will change at will, and everyone can only do what the superiors order. At this time, although I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, but
It really doesn't play any role.
Therefore, each person's heart is sinking, holding their own weapons, sitting there in a daze.
At midnight, the train slowly stopped.
Then, the sharp whistle sounded again.
The officers shouted loudly and punched and kicked the soldiers.
With their help, the soldiers jumped off the train one after another with their sleepy eyes open, and then set up tents on both sides of the road and went in to rest.
The railway ahead has not yet been laid, and this is their terminal station.
Immediately, with a huge roar, the train turned around. Then it spewed billowing black smoke and rushed back towards the way it came - it had to rush back to pick up the second batch of troops.
In the early morning of the next day, the soldiers had breakfast, gathered again, then took off and continued to move toward the west.
Only then did Moore discover that next to their camping site was a huge migrant worker camp, with tens of thousands of people seemingly living there.
This time, they kept walking for three days.
Although in the middle, everyone robbed... well, many landlords' carriages were recruited on the spot, but compared to the large army, this kind of thing is a drop in the bucket and far inferior to the train.
And even those little brats who got on the carriage were all extremely unhappy.
These bitches spoiled their butts after riding on the train. No matter how luxurious the carriage was, they all felt contempt after getting on it and kept finding faults.
The space was not big enough, the horses ate too much, and the running was too bumpy... Even the seats were not comfortable enough.
In all conscience, the previous reasons are excusable, but many carriage seats are made of leather with springs, and those bastards actually think that the leather seats are not as comfortable as the wooden boards of the train carriage. They are really assholes.
However, due to the long-distance march, the fatigue of the troops continued to increase, and the marching speed became slower and slower.
Colonel Hinck saw this and was extremely anxious.
Different from the random speculations of the soldiers, the top-secret order he received was extremely clear: He was required to lead his troops to Weiji City as soon as possible within half a month, and defend there to prevent the demons from rushing out of the country.
Snow Mountain, go south and attack the Ruman mainland.
Judging from the current situation, it will take a full seventeen days just to get there, even if you save some distance by taking a train in the middle. It is impossible to arrive on time.
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Goblin Silver Light opened the room, raised his fingers to Flint, who was sitting on the left and was doing nothing, and said, "Come here."
Flint immediately jumped up from his chair and walked into Goblin Silverlight's room.
The goblin's beautiful female secretary raised her head and looked at her colleagues who were working together in the big office, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Ever since Goblin and Flint went out mysteriously, Flint seemed to be a different person. He was no longer arrogant and domineering as before, and was very respectful to Goblin.
If Flint's face was not still gloomy and his eyes were as annoying as poisonous snakes, the secretary would have thought that this Flint was a fake.
After all, the difference between before and after is really too big.
"Could it be that the goblin found some way to regain this annoying man?" The secretary used her innate gossip talent as a clerical staff and secretly weaved various storylines in her heart: from pure crystal love to back-to-back love.
, and then to all kinds of heavy-tasting sadomasochism...
It's extremely rich in imagination. Even if Lord Luo, the greatest contemporary literary giant, comes, he has to be willing to be defeated.
She had already planned to complete the story in her mind and wait until the lunch break to chat with the ladies in the secretarial department.
Flint walked into the large and luxurious office of the goblin. He sniffed hard, and there was a special fragrance in the goblin's office.
It is said that this is a spice extracted from special wood and is twice as expensive as gold.
"Humans really know how to enjoy it~!" Flint secretly said with envy in his heart.
Only since arriving in Ruman City, the center of imperial power, did Flint know what enjoyment is.
Compared with the luxurious and comfortable life of the Ruman dignitaries, the royal nobles of the Semitic imperial city of Arkadelin are like a group of country bumpkins who have never seen the world.
Ruman even prepares soft toilet paper in every bathroom~!
The goblin stood up from behind his desk, shaking the collar of his black suit. As if ordering his subordinates, he said carelessly: "Follow me, I need to see my mentor immediately."
Flint was happy and said with a smile: "Did you get something? Let me see."
The goblin gave him a stern look and scolded him with a straight face: "You forgot the rules again~!"
Flint pouted his lips, took a step back, lowered his head and muttered reluctantly: "Sir, please come with me."
Seeing Flint's humble look, Goblin Silver Light felt as comfortable as blowing a bottle of cold beer on a 40-degree day, and all the pores in his body felt comfortable.
Yin Guang looked at him with a condescending look, and thought to himself: My dear, you will have a bad day too. Let you be crazy in front of me~!
After admiring it enough, Goblin Silver Light hummed. He nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand boldly and said, "Lead the way."
"Yes~!" Flint bent down and whispered, looking at the ground, a look of resentment flashed through his eyes, he clenched his fists tightly, and said in his heart: "Despicable reptile, just wait for me.
With."
The goblin waved to the secretary at the door of the office and said, "You don't have to wait for us. You can leave work early."
Then he walked out of the office unhurriedly and staggeringly with the square steps typical of big shots.
As soon as the carriage door closed, Flint couldn't wait to ask: "What did you get? Show me~!"
Goblin Silver Light shook his head with a stern face and refused in a stiff tone, saying: "We will talk about it when we get to the instructor."
Then a sarcastic sneer appeared on the goblin's face.
Flint knew in his heart that if he wanted to take the lead, he had to let the Lich Herod know that he was leading the action of stealing important information, not the goblins.
If this was handed over from the goblin, it would have nothing to do with him. It showed that the goblin Silver Light was the protagonist and he was just a supporting role.
In the eyes of a lich, a dark mage is not much heavier than a goblin. It is probably the difference between a domestic dog and a stray dog.
But the goblin's silvery yellow little triangular eyes seemed to see through him, and he sneered and rejected him unceremoniously. Flint was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped up, and he glared at the goblin with his eyes, clenched tightly.
His fists and his whole body were shaking slightly.
Goblin Silver Light looked at him with a victor's eyes, with a smile on his face. That expression was sure to frighten Flint.
In fact, Silverlight knows Flint's thoughts very clearly. Rather than playing tricks on him, there is no race in the world that is more talented than the goblins.
The lich is begging Yin Guang now, not Yin Guang begging them. If Yin Guang doesn't take advantage of this time to pretend to be a master and tease them, I'm afraid he won't have a chance in the future.
He is not afraid that Flint dares to explode and cause trouble. This dark mage does not have the courage, at least not now, of course. In the future, when the goblin loses its use value, this bitch will definitely be the first to pounce on it and step on it hard.
Own.
In the end, Flint could only swallow this breath, snorted angrily, shrank back in his seat and sulked.
After the carriage made several circles, it left the inner city and arrived at the slums of the outer city. The goblin and Flint got off the car and walked familiarly into the courtyard where the lich Herod lurked.
Goblin Yinguang sighed in his heart and said to himself: "Unprofessional means unprofessional~!"
The hiding place has been exposed, and I don’t know how to change the place. I don’t even understand the principle of three burrows of a cunning rabbit. I am not as smart as a goblin child. Even they understand that they cannot hide stolen things in one place.
Goblin Silver Light walked into the narrow and dark alley, opened the narrow door, and saw the lich Herod sitting in the dark corner of the room like a sculpture.
"Mentor," Flint greeted respectfully and stood by the door with his hands lowered.
Lich Herod nodded slowly and said in a hoarse voice: "You are here, Silver Light."
His tone turned out to be quite kind.
Yin Guang nodded and said, "I have good news for you, mentor."
Lich Herod suddenly raised his head, looked at the goblin with a deathly gray face, moved the corners of his mouth stiffly, showed a smile, and said: "You have gained something so quickly?"
Yin Guang took out a large, thick envelope from his pocket, held it respectfully with both hands, placed it in front of the lich Herod, and said: "This is the map of Ruman's North that I got, but..."
Hearing the word "map", the Lich, Herod and Flint were shocked at the same time. They looked at the goblin in surprise. They couldn't believe that the goblin had obtained such important information so quickly.
With the detailed map as a guide, the Semitic army marching into the north of Ruman would be like entering uninhabited territory.
Lich Herod eagerly grabbed the envelope, pulled out the map inside, spread it out in front of him, browsed it up and down carefully, and kept saying: "Okay, okay, okay~!"
"But this map..." Goblin Silver Guang said: "There is something wrong with it."
"What's the problem?" Lich Herod asked without raising his head.