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After the swearing-in meeting, the Lingshan Republic Expeditionary Force, led by General Berendi, marched across the territory of Lingshan at an extremely fast speed.
Along the way, local legions continued to gather and join the expeditionary force.
The governors from various places in Lingshan gave their full assistance to this expedition.
Defeating the Leishan people is undoubtedly the dream of all Lingshan people and the aspiration of the people. The significance of this is the same as when the Ruman Empire heard that it was going to fight Hadu, the whole people went crazy as if they were given chicken blood.
Naturally, the governors would not miss such a prestige-building thing.
A few months of training courses for provincial and ministerial cadres in Akadelin were enough for them to understand the rules of the game of the republican government.
In this new game dressed in the guise of democracy, freedom, equality, etc., the point is not what you have done, the point is, you have to make those dead people believe what you have done and what you will do in the future.
And this is easily accomplished by manipulating the media and propaganda.
Therefore, the governors all actively sent the most elite legions in their respective provinces to participate in this action, and publicized it in newspapers to let people in the province know their decision.
And some well-fed nobles and commoners even enthusiastically signed up to join the army, strongly demanding to join this powerful... er, huge team.
Thanks to the newly developed newspaper media, in just a few days, everyone in Lingshan knew that this time he was going to Leishan to steal money, things, and women.
If it were the past, forget it. Because Lei Shan's gang of bastards fought very savagely. Everyone suffered a lot at the hands of Lei Shan. So when they saw them, they all instinctively had a kind of fear.
But now, with the cannons, artillery, machine guns and other new weapons provided by Lord Luo to help out, those weapons are very powerful. It is said that even the most powerful undead high priest under the starry sky, his old man... bah bah bah, that terrifying one
The great devil has also suffered its losses.
Therefore, the current Lingshan people's confidence has greatly increased, just like a child who has just received a new toy. He must shake his head in front of his friends and feel proud.
As the saying goes, I used to shake my pussy too much, which made me angry. Now that I finally have the opportunity to shake my pussy, I naturally want to shake my pussy well and take revenge.
When the expeditionary force reached the border between the two tribes and joined the last local army at the famous Stare Pass, the total strength reached 300,000, and the military was at its peak.
Then they crossed the border, passed through the open grassland, and approached Lei Shan's first city on the border.
When they set up cannons outside the city, arranged their attack formations, selected their troops to attack the city, and prepared for a hearty battle, they discovered that the city was already an empty city.
The Thunder Flash people had withdrawn three days ago.
General Berendi immediately accepted the offer with a wave of his pen: Thanks to the blessing of the Great Demon God, and under the wise leadership of the Great President, our soldiers won the first battle with unparalleled momentum, annihilating 30,000 enemies and conquering Blade City.
Now we are pursuing victory.
At the same time, after receiving General Berendi's gold coins, the reporters accompanying the army began to send back their first battlefield news to the newspaper.
From the beginning, President Bullard's staff planned to launch a vigorous propaganda war in Lingshan to make the republican government deeply rooted in the hearts of the people as soon as possible.
In the newspaper news reports, the reporters were full of emotions and spent a lot of pen and ink, describing this battle as a difficult battle. The expeditionary force defeated the cunning Lei Shan people with great courage and superb wisdom.
Then, after these reports were reviewed by the military press censor, they were sent to the rear as quickly as possible using the established Flying Eagle telegraph line.
The news of the victory in the first battle ignited the enthusiasm of the Lingshan people, and the citizens held a massive celebration parade in the city.
"Stories My Excellency and I Have to Tell - An Exclusive Interview with General Berendi" written by Miss Laura, the famous vase reporter of Lingsha Times...er, the famous military reporter, became very popular after it was published in the newspaper.
, which inspired the people to pursue it crazily,
The newspaper was sold out several times in a row. The final sales volume reached a terrifying number of nearly one million copies.
The remaining newspapers also all sold a lot of money. The journalists accompanying the army from all walks of life also became famous, and the sales of the newspapers increased dramatically.
As circulation surged, advertising fees soared, making newspaper managers reluctant to collect money for the first time.
For the nascent journalism world, this was a carnival feast.
Immediately afterwards, within a few days, the expeditionary force played a triumphant song again and successfully captured the second city. Their troops were directed towards the local capital.
As news of victory came one after another, the Lingshan people were in a state of fanaticism. Everyone was talking about how long it would take them to defeat the Thunderbolt people.
The initial two years shortened to one and a half years, then one year, and finally two months. Almost everyone believed that in just two months, the Lingshan army could capture Thunder Castle.
Plant the Blitzkrieg flag on the Great Demon Temple in Thunder Castle.
Then everyone can let go and grab money, things, and women... Uh, bah, bah, bah, then everyone can fill their eyes with affectionate tears, open their hands, and welcome the lost child Lei Shan back to the embrace of Ling Shan.
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Re-establish a unified Semitic race and realize the great dream of thousands of years ago. Countless martyrs have fought for it, shed their blood, and were willing to sacrifice their lives for this great dream...
The reputations of President Bullard and General Berendi have reached new heights. If General Berendi were not too old - the old man is almost 80, there is a great possibility that he could run for president based on his reputation.
elected.
Of course, this is also the reason why President Brad chose this veteran.
There are some people who are unhappy, but the black band has become a lot quieter this month.
General Melo goes to work at the Ministry of Military Affairs on time every day, spends an ordinary day drinking tea and reading newspapers, and then comes home from get off work on time for dinner.
The people who used to block the door to entertain him suddenly disappeared.
Time passes day by day and slowly enters October. The Lingshan people have become numb to the news of victory. The newspaper all day long is about Berendi's victory in capturing the city again and how many enemies were eliminated. No matter who is reading
I don’t feel anything more than that.
Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, there are more and more withered yellow leaves on both sides of the road, and the temperature is getting cooler day by day. According to the propaganda, the expeditionary force has made great progress in Leishan territory.
But if you can read a map, people will be surprised to find that the army led by Grandpa Berendi has been wandering around several areas near the border, and it seems that they will not stop until they visit all the towns.
But in the face of a series of glorious victories ahead, no one dared to raise objections to the action against General Berendi.
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The bow of the Sailfish plowed through the waves, and the huge main battleship was going up and down like a rugged mountain road, bumping violently, and sailing tenaciously northward.
The Southern July 1st Fleet never returned to its home port after acquiring the radio. It sailed on the ocean for more than a month, carefully searching every sea area.
The further north you go, the worse the weather becomes. The temperature gradually decreases and the sea breeze becomes stronger. Sometimes, you can even see large ice floes floating on the sea surface.
Although it is an extremely scary thing for ships. It looks like an inconspicuous ice floe, but often the part hidden under the sea is a hill. Once it hits, it will definitely tear a big hole in the ship.
Despite the harsh environment, the captain is still full of confidence in his mission. The chart spread out on the table can illustrate the problem.
On this chart, more than two-thirds of what was originally an unknown area has been marked, and there are definitely more places in the Caribbean Army's frontline headquarters than he has.
It can be clearly seen from the picture that this sea area is very clean, with only a few small islands, and most of them are rocky desert islands without even trees.
What can be believed is that the Island of the Dead is located in the remaining one-third of the unknown area, and it will not take long for the fleet sent out by the coalition forces to discover it.
The captain carelessly pressed tobacco into his pipe and glanced at the wireless telegraph machine in front of him.
The correspondent wore a huge earphone on his head, which looked very ridiculous. At this moment, he was constantly turning the copper knob on the machine.
According to time, it was almost time for scheduled contact every day, but there was no movement from the radio, and the correspondent's face had begun to sweat.
At this moment, the captain prayed to Poseidon in his heart that this precious machine must not be broken, otherwise he would have only two options, or keep firing signal bombs until the war fortress that did not receive the signal came over.
Bring new parts.
Or we can only return, but this will delay the overall search progress.
However, as an old seaman, he often goes to sea for three to five months, or even more than half a year, so he has enough patience.
The captain struck a match, lit his pipe, and took a puff slowly. Compared with a lighter, he still believed in a match that lit when struck.
I don't know how long it took, but the signal light on the telegraph machine flickered on. Although it only flashed by, the captain's sharp eyes could still see it clearly.
At the same time, a low "beep" sound came from the correspondent's earphone.
"Here it comes~!" The correspondent perked up, holding the earphone tightly with one hand, and quickly writing down notes in the notebook with the other hand.
The captain didn't even dare to speak out, staring nervously at the correspondent until he pressed the button and finally threw down the earphone. The captain breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that today's work was done.
He stood up, pulled up his clothes, and walked out of the captain's cabin with his pipe in his mouth. After these days, the captain felt like he was suffering from an anxiety disorder. He became upset when he saw the orange iron box, but he still couldn't see it.
It's good to be calm.
The captain walked onto the bridge, took a deep breath of the slightly cold air of the northern seas, and looked at the endless ocean in the distance.
There is a vague shadow of dark clouds on the horizon, and there is probably a storm forming there.
He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, considering whether to order a return flight or find a way to go around it.
At this moment, a sudden shout sounded above the captain's head.
"Land~!"
The captain was shocked and suddenly looked up at the observation post on the mainmast.
A sailor there excitedly leaned over and shouted loudly to the people below: "Land, land is found ahead."
At the same time, he pointed to the north.
The sailors on the ship shouted excitedly, and many people ran to the bow of the ship, stood on tiptoes and looked into the distance.
I couldn't wait and climbed up the mast. I hung on it like a monkey and looked at the black shadow at the end of the horizon.
But the captain frowned and bit his pipe hard. He heard that the sentry called for land, not the island he expected.
This means that there is at least one large island ahead.
The captain couldn't figure it out. If it was a large island, why hadn't anyone discovered it before?
His intuition told him that there must be something weird here.
The captain strode back to the room, his first thought being to convey the discovery back to the rear.
However, he discovered that the correspondent had already put on his earphones and was tapping the keys loudly.
The captain couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. This young man is really smart~!
But then he thought of something, patted the correspondent on the shoulder, and asked nervously: "Can we still be contacted now?"
The correspondent didn't look back, his hands were busy operating the buttons on the machine, and said: "If Eagle 31 hasn't gone far, it should be OK."
Amidst the prayers of the two people, a "beep beep beep beep" sound came from the correspondent's earphone, which was very clear. It seemed that the war fortress serving as a communication relay had not flown far yet.
The captain felt that the God of Light was definitely on his side today.
The fleet raised its full sails and turned its huge body sideways. It sailed forward hard in the northwest wind, and radio signals were transmitted to the distant Caribbean through the war fortresses swimming in the sky.
Ten minutes later, the correspondent handed the translated message to the captain.
It said on the door: Confirm, land was discovered in the sea area on 201, 136, South is on standby on 71, do not land, be careful, no unauthorized landing is allowed.
This is a rigid rule of the Navy Command. The undead's lair is likely to be hidden in this sea area. If you rush to the unknown island, the sailors may be in danger.
Professional matters should be left to the professionals.
Before dark, the fleet sailed into the offshore range two nautical miles from the land.
Under the dim light of dusk, everyone on the boat saw only a dim and desolate scenery, lifeless.
After anchoring for a night's rest, the Southern July 1st Fleet continued to sail slowly along the coastline, surveying and mapping maps, while patiently waiting for support from the rear forces.
Three days later, the Southern July 1st Fleet, which received the order via wireless telegram, rushed to the designated sea area to join the friendly forces.
The majestic and huge hull of the Enterprise is particularly eye-catching on the horizon, and the thick smoke rising from the chimney proves that it is at full power.
Two small war fortresses flew over the Sailfish battleship with ear-splitting roars and plunged into the land not far away.
Following the ship's pastor, we saw a spectacular sight that we will never forget.
With the USS Enterprise aircraft carrier in the center, three Victory-class battleships formed a triangle to protect the front and sides of the USS Enterprise.
Thick black smoke was exhaled from the top of the battleship. The battleship, without any sails spread, crashed into the waves at an unprecedented speed and sailed forward.
On the deck of the USS Enterprise, which is as big as a small island, more war fortresses are busy taking off.
The Sailfish's radio station suddenly became active, and a signal from the Enterprise ordered the Sailfish to lead the squadron and join the entire queue, merge with the supply ship and other rushing squadrons, and head for the unknown in a mighty way.
of land.
Less than one nautical mile away from the coast, the Enterprise released all its war fortresses. Under their cover, the young Marines jumped into the small boats and set off.
A machine gun was placed on the bow of the small boat, and other soldiers raised their guns and watched the surroundings vigilantly.
When they reached the beach, the Marines jumped from the ship and waded onto this piece of land that had never been marked on the map.
After carefully searching the area, the Marines sent out a safe signal to everyone.
Subsequent landing troops loaded various supplies onto ships and transported them back and forth to the beach, preparing to begin the search for this strange land.
The chaplain on board the Sailfish couldn't suppress his curiosity and boarded a small boat.
The moment he stepped onto land, his feet gave way and he almost fell to the ground. The two months on the ship made him almost forget how to stand on solid ground.
After walking a few steps, the young cleric began to observe the surrounding environment.
A howling cold wind blows from the north, and the ground is desolate sand and gravel, with no end as far as the eye can see.
Although there were busy people around, a feeling of emptiness and loneliness still arose in the pastor's heart. There was no green, no birds, no signs of life, it seemed like a dead land.
The young pastor sighed with emotion: "This is simply a land forgotten by God."
The Marines set up a temporary camp on the beach. As night fell, everyone except the sentries hid in tents to avoid the biting cold wind.
The young priest didn't want to go back to the rocking Sailfish. Sleeping in a hammock in this terrible weather would make him worse than death.
If it weren't for honor and the glory of God, he, a genius who has reached the level of bishop-level holy magic at such a young age, would not suffer this crime.
However, in order to be successfully promoted to archbishop or even cardinal in the future, he must add this experience to his resume.
But the snoring of the soldiers in the tent was so noisy that he couldn't sleep at all, and there was always a frightening feeling in his heart for no reason, making him very uneasy and impatient.
The priest believed that this was the sequelae of being shaken at sea for a long time, and vowed never to board a ship again. Of course, the exception was giant ships like the Enterprise, whose hull did not even sway in the wind and waves.
The priest who couldn't sleep had to walk out of the tent and took a deep breath of the dry air blowing from the north. Then he seemed to hear some noise from the wind, like stones rolling on the hard ground.
The two sentries next to them clenched their weapons, looked north with wide eyes, and whispered: "Hey, did you hear that?"
Another sentry nodded and said: "This damn place is like a cemetery. It makes my hair stand on end. I think we need flares. I hope those artillerymen are not dozing off."
The young priest smiled slightly. There is no flare more convenient than the holy light. He clenched his staff, concentrated his energy, and then shot a brilliant holy light into the sky, as if he wanted to use this one shot to relieve his depression at sea for a month.
Fight out.
The dazzling holy light illuminated the open space in the north of the camp. In the milky white light, a group of strange gray-white humanoid creatures were exposed. They held various long and short weapons in their hands and faced the direction of the camp. (To be continued...)