Bugst was a newcomer, to what extent, he had only been in Famil City for a few months.

He is a young magician who defected from the Iran Hill Empire, always has a faint smile on his face, and gets along very well with his neighbors.

Every day he has to report to the magic tower, and then learn all kinds of magic from the high-level magicians of the puppet empire, and what he is most interested in is the in-depth study of fire magic, and he has never missed a single class he can attend.

In fact, his diligence satisfied all the magicians, and some even favored him and wanted to take him as their own disciple.

But Buggst was very humble and thought that he was still too young and that he should work hard and lay a solid foundation so that he could go further at the right time.

At this moment, Bugst was holding his book, hunched slightly, and went down the stone steps of the magic tower.

A pair of male and female magicians passed by him, and he politely gave way. Although these were just his classmates, he had always done it.

"Hello, Bugst." The male classmate nodded slightly at Bugst and opened his mouth to greet him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Heath." Buggst replied with a smile, his tone full of humility and joy.

There are dozens of people who fled to the puppet empire with Frenzberg, and they can't all enter the big centipede city of Burkland, the capital of the puppet empire.

Most of them were scattered and sent to some small and medium-sized cities, where they received a high salary as magicians, but they were engaged in the study of magic.

They don't have access to any secrets, which is also a means for the puppet empire to guard against them. On the other hand, in this country where the personal ability of magicians is important, the level of magicians who defected from Iran Hill is indeed not on the table.

These magicians generally have a relatively low level of cultivation, and they can only learn basic magic little by little, and then tell the relevant departments what they know as much as possible, so that they can study the science and technology of Iran Hill.

Of course, most of the mages who defected had already told the puppet empire everything they knew, so after months of not being able to ask anything, the top brass of the puppet empire didn't care much about these Iran Hill traitors scattered all over the puppet empire.

And these Iran Hill traitors scattered all over the puppet empire are really lost to everyone like this.

Passing by his classmates, Bugst continued downstairs with his books in his arms, and until he returned the borrowed books and walked out of the magic tower, he had almost a single expression.

Whoever sees him is very easy-going, and whoever talks to him will be there until the other person notices that the time is gone.

Because of his defection, Bugst enjoyed quite good treatment, and in the puppet empire, he was definitely a moderately wealthy family.

He's just one person, so he's even more generous. At the vegetable market where he passed home, he bought some local vegetables and some meat, and carried them all the way home.

That's his life every day, that's what he repeats every day. Today, he heard some classmates discussing those crossing armies, and he also followed along, watching countless armies meandering forward, which is a very enjoyable thing in itself.

At the same time, he also saw some demon fighters, the same kind of shock fighters that replaced the piston engine with a magic engine. Flying in the sky one by one, there is a feeling of covering the sky and the sun.

Before, when he saw a similar scene, it was in Veronza, Irlanhill. At that time, he saw a group of B-17 bombers flying overhead like locusts.

At that time, he thought about how far the power of human beings could go. It can really be said to be comparable to the power of nature, and it is as suffocating as the top of Mount Tai.

Back at home, he put down the vegetables and meat in his hand, and casually took off his magic robe and threw it aside in the fairly spacious room he rented.

Then he lay lazily on the bed, his breathing began to become more and more even—and by the time he woke up, it was completely dark outside.

After a casual bite of his own home-cooked meal, Buggst opened the trunk he had brought with him from Iran Hill, the wooden box was angular and looked a little outdated.

The box was heavy, and there was even a built-in keyhole, and he opened the suitcase, took out the remaining clothes, gold coins and other items inside, and then opened the dark layer inside the box.

There, there was a set of parts that were not at all recognizable what they were, placed in a groove that had been cut out one by one, and padded with cotton, which did not make any sound at all, and no matter how much the box was shaken, it would not move a single inch.

The parts were quickly joined together in Bugst's hands, and the device was what was Iran Hill's ultra-compact telegraph.

Telegraphs are powered by magical energy hedrons, which can be found everywhere in the Puppet Empire. Some rooms have magic lamps powered by magic crystals, which can be easily purchased in the market.

I opened a copy of "Detailed Explanation of Fireball Technique" on the bookshelf at home, which is a very basic magic cultivation textbook that can be found everywhere in the world.

While checking the words on it, Bugst wrote down the corresponding numbers on the paper: the first page, the first line, the first word.

The numbers are arranged in such a way that there doesn't seem to be any pattern at all, and only by taking the Fireball Technique and explaining the book in detail to check it is possible to know the content of the telegram.

His fingers tapped lightly on the telegraph, and he typed a regular series of long and short notes, one after the other, like a river, flowing into the dark night where the sky could not be seen in the distance.

"Didi, Didi. Drip, drip, drip. Click, tick. He pressed one hand to the telegraph's very simple firing pin, and the other moved backwards one by one along the numbers on the paper.

……

"Boom......" In a specially set up secret telegraph station in the territory of the Irlanhill Holy Demon Empire, a non-commissioned officer on duty tore off a piece of paper and walked out of his duty room with a frown.

He knocked on his boss's office and called out to his boss who was sleeping in the office: "I confirmed, it's a telegram from a paper clip......

"Is there a security password?" The officer on duty asked, sleepy-eyed.

"Yes!" The non-commissioned officer on duty nodded.

"Finally got it...... It's not easy. The officer, who had lost his sleepiness, stood up and sighed as he looked at the message in his hand.

He handed back the telegram in his hand to the non-commissioned officer on duty, and ordered: "Change the high-power radio station and send it to Seris as it is!" ”

"Yes!" The non-commissioned officer on duty immediately stood up and saluted, took the telegram again, turned around and walked out.

Inside the city of Seris, at the headquarters of the intelligence department, in a busy office, a group of people are gathering all the intelligence.

"This is the news that the Devil Fish has passed back, the puppet empire is trying to find a way to expand the production capacity of the puppet, and they are trying to increase the front line." An intelligence officer said, looking at the summary report in front of him.

A group of analysts from the intelligence services simply did not have the habit of sleeping. They are always gathered together, staring at a large pile of intelligence from all over the world.

They want to connect the information from all over the world as much as possible, summarize what can basically be confirmed as facts, and then mark the controversial parts as well, and then weed out those reports that look like spam.

These intelligence documents still have to be compared and approved, and those that contradict each other have to be compared and arranged, and the amount of work is quite huge. Alan Hill's intelligence unit got a late start, so the workload was much larger and the coverage was limited.

"The information that Paperclip just got, it was sent just a few minutes ago, an army of the puppet empire passed through his city and headed north, and I heard that there are 400,000 of them."

"Also, he saw something very noisy flying in the sky, I think it should be a demonic version of the shock fighter."

A puppet force with air cover is heading north, and the puppet empire appears to be ramping up the northern defensive line.

There are various indications that the puppet empire is also strengthening its northern defense line as much as possible, trying to stop Irlanhill's southward attack.

An intelligence analysis officer frowned, looked at the intelligence summary in front of him, and said, "Their intelligence network is more complete than ours, especially in the area occupied by the Holy Demon, so they must have noticed our move to increase our troops and began to worry about their frontal defense. ”

"Yes, it's a pity that their troops going north and east have already broken into the battlefield and can't be transferred back, so they can only send troops to reinforce the front line." The other officer touched his chin and nodded in agreement.

The movement of the puppet empire is actually obvious, they are reinforcing the front line, and the intelligence shows that the other party's reinforcements have not yet arrived at the front line.

This can be said to be very favorable to the situation of Iran Hill, if you launch an attack now, you will definitely catch the puppet empire off guard.

What's more, Alan Hill has been preparing on the front line for two months, and has also relied on the defense of the Norma Empire to gain a gap, which is a perfect opportunity.

However, how to deal with it depends on the decisions of the General Staff and the Army General Command, which has nothing to do with the intelligence services.

"Send the information to the General Staff...... Countermeasures are not something we need to think about anymore. The head of the intelligence bureau commanded: "Tell the General Staff that the enemy has known our movements." ”

"No problem! Half an hour ago, we arranged for someone to send the intelligence summary to the General Staff. An analyst reported.