"Two of our infantry regiments are advancing towards the location of the Magic Concentrate, and depending on the time, they may have taken it." Looking at the magic concentrate marked on the map, Desel felt his heart beat faster.

As long as they have that concentrate, their country will be able to mass-produce the Magic Ball of Knowledge! With the Magic Ball of Knowledge, they can use the "Divine Word" of Chris's brain to cultivate more and more talents.

After publicity, now Chris has stepped onto the altar in Iran Hill. He is described as a god who saves mortals from the sea of suffering, a god of knowledge with supreme wisdom, and a god of craftsmen who pioneers industrial civilization.

And those whispers of the gods from Chris are the greatest wealth of the entire Iran Hill Empire. Everyone wanted to pray for Ranhill Chris every day, and the new prayer ritual was accepted by everyone without even being promoted.

If the people are fed, if they can make money, if they can win the war, such a god will inherit the infinite power of faith and become the object of worship.

Businessmen who have made a lot of money, even if they only need to look at the "vouchers" that represent wealth in their hands, they will support Chris unconditionally. Because their net worth and life are within the industrial civilization created by Chris, if they want to continue to make a fortune or keep their savings, they must be on Chris's side.

The workers were more supportive of Chris, it was Chris who provided them with jobs, and it was Chris who enacted the Workers Protection Law, which protected the legitimate rights and interests of workers to a certain extent. He was the rising star of the working class and their idol.

Farmers are also on Chris's side, because with Chris's help, their grain production has increased by 25 percent, and for the first time, they have seen food prices skyrocket. If they don't support their own monarch, they feel that they are no different from the devil.

The merchants, workers, and peasants were all on Chris's side, and Chris's rule became more secure than ever - if you count the influence of textiles, handicrafts, and light industry on women, Iran Hill is arguably the most dominant country.

Because of this, with the popularization of printing, the streets and alleys were plastered with slogans such as Long Live Chris and simple portraits of His Majesty the Grand Duke. And on these slogans, Chris has been openly called "His Majesty the King", "His Majesty the Emperor" and even "the god of mortals".

Because of the cheapness of the cloth, the royal flag of Ellanhill was everywhere, and the black golden eagle flag fluttered everywhere on the door of the hotel, on the roof of the hotel, and on the flagpole of the castle, so that the whole city was filled with a festive joy.

This propaganda campaign was the brainchild of Deans, who, after gradually handing over the management of production to Mr. Gurlow, focused his work on the domestic affairs. Then, he showed his remarkable talent for domestic affairs.

Chris just casually told him stories about publicity and management, and he just learned and put Chris on the altar directly. Now this Dean can be said to be like a fish in water, bringing out the brilliance of Chris's butler to the fullest.

"How's the weapon? The weapons and ammunition produced must be sent to the front line as soon as possible! That's the key to our victory! Chris looked at the number of weapons produced in the report and said to Dessel.

"All the carriages have been collected, and the merchants have even lent us carriages for their own use. In addition, we received 700 pack horses and 1,500 sheep for rations from the Steppe Empire......" Deser said, being sensitive to numbers.

"The speed of transportation is already the fastest now, and the Steppe Empire is not the same as when it invaded southward in the past, this time they prepared their own grain, so they crowded out our road transportation ......," he said with a very dissatisfied tone when he said about the transportation.

In fact, road transport is very congested and busy on weekdays: the level of industrial production and material mobilization in Illanhill is dozens or hundreds of times higher than a year ago, and these pressures have been transferred to backward road traffic.

There were already enough caravans and convoys that were already overloading the roads, and now there were more troops heading south and supply convoys transporting them—not counting the 100,000 horses and 50,000 men of the Steppe Empire......

These things have brought the already fragile transportation system to the brink of collapse, and the roads have caused far more trouble for Ellan Hill than the Arrantic Empire soldiers on the front line. Concrete roads are now on the agenda of all territories, and the construction of roads has never been more important.

"It's really a nuisance to have a backward level of transportation." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed it, and commented a little unwillingly: "If our railroad starts operating, the situation will be much better." ”

"It's the same situation, we can't lay the railroad to the dangerous front line, and the rails are too expensive." Desel complained about the fraud of the railway: "Of the 20 newly manufactured anti-aircraft guns, 10 have already been sent to Naru, 4 have been reinforced to the factory area, and the other 6 have been given to the newly formed regimental ......."

"I'm still a little worried! We have so little to do against the Magic Empire. Chris said worriedly to Desser.

"In fact, judging by the best situation, we will also lose about 3 regiments of soldiers......" Desel looked at Chris, and said with a slightly heavy mouth: "When facing the Holy Demon Empire...... It's normal to lose a little more. ”

"More than 10,000 people...... We're just throwing them on the battlefield and letting them die? "It's the first time Chris has fought this kind of war that could be costly, so it's inevitable that there will be some tangles in his heart.

As if he had heard something funny, Desel looked at Chris with a sigh: "Your Majesty! War between mortals and magicians...... There has never been a victory in thousands of years, and if you can repel an attack from the Holy Demon Empire, then you have already made history. ”

"But I don't want to make history!" Chris stubbornly stood up, pressed the pistol on his waist, and said to Desser: "I want a victory!" I can't watch my soldiers die! I had to do something! ”

Hearing Chris say this, Desel was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to sense something, and nodded: "If your words can be heard by everyone, it is estimated that millions of people will be willing to die for you......"

"Nope! 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 back to Deser behind him, and said, "After I'm gone, Seris will be handed over to you!" ”

"Please be careful on the road, Your Majesty! I wish you a smooth journey and success. Desel bowed slightly and blessed Chris.

He didn't stop Chris from going to the front because he had just been convinced. He felt that a qualified leader should indeed be where he should be, and those words of Chris just now convinced Desel.

Just by saying, "I don't need them to die for me, I want them to live for me." Kessel knew that Chris was a good leader. He feels that his investment is really wise, and it is definitely the most fortunate thing in his life to stand with such a man.

"A mass! A bunch of gatherings! In the barracks outside the city of Seris, Commander Walter, who had been impatient for a long time, rode on his war horse and quickly ran past the barracks one after another. The whistle began to sound, and all the soldiers were quickly packing their bags.

Not even for ten minutes, the Iran Hill soldiers with weapons and equipment on their backs and M42 steel helmets lined up in a neat formation. Then, with an order, the soldiers began to walk towards the exit of the barracks.

The barracks, which had been overcrowded, had become empty a few months ago, and now half of the soldiers of the two regiments had left—only the soldiers of the teaching regiment had looked at the soldiers who had gone away, their eyes full of envy and longing.

"We need to get to the front as soon as possible! There are only a limited number of anti-aircraft guns over there, and we can bring at least eight extra anti-aircraft guns for them......" Chris said to Walter beside him, riding on his horse.

The 1st Regiment is the main regiment of the main regiment, second only to the Teaching Regiment in weaponry, and has always been responsible for protecting Chris's safety, so it is also called the Guards Regiment. The armament of this regiment was full-fledged and equipped with 8 anti-aircraft guns.

Moreover, the regiment also drew a large number of shells from the reserve ammunition, which could replenish the consumption of the front.

"If we go up, then Wilkes's troops, who are in reserve, can move their positions, and they can move sideways in the direction of Volavao, so that our line of defense can be more solid." Captain Walter opened his mouth and said to Chris.

Chris nodded, what he wanted now was nothing more than that important magic concentrate, if he could grab some magic essence ore, then this time going south would be a sure profit.

At this time, a fast horse rushed in the distance and stopped beside Chris. Holding a telegram, an officer reported to Chris: "Just now, there was a huge interference on the radios in Seris and Ferry City. ”

"What's going on?" Chris frowned and took the message from the officer's hand and saw a long radio signal. This was clearly not within Iran Hill's radio communication code, it was a strange signal from the outside.

Looking at the signal for a while, Chris suddenly laughed, and the expression on his face was vivid: "Perhaps, in this world, besides us, there are people who are also using radio!" ”