Joyce was stunned when he heard the sound, he subconsciously followed the sound, only to see a worker excitedly open the virtual screen of the Internet and exclaim.

At the same time, the sound of intense gunfire came from the virtual screen.

If he hadn't been familiar with the Internet for a long time, Joyce wouldn't have thought that war had befallen him at this moment.

"Zoom in and show me!"

"What's wrong?"

The workers were boiling, some turned on the Internet, and some hurriedly squeezed through.

"Our ship-01 formation, which has taken the Auston defense line and rescued the captured soldiers, is attacking the territory of the Falai Dynasty!"

A worker reads aloud a sudden push of hot news.

At the same time, the soldiers who first discovered the news also hurriedly enlarged the virtual screen.

Countless workers looked up.

Here's a video.

In the video, you can see countless floating airships painted with hideous paint, breaking through the thick clouds and dropping countless strange steam locomotives towards the ground full of trenches.

With the camera switch, you can clearly see the steam tank, which smashed into the ground like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and then roared out.

Rampage all the way, or crashing through sandbags, or running over trenches, rapid-fire cannon barrels spit tongues of fire endlessly, and in the camera switch, the fire points of the Falai soldiers were blown into powder.

"Boom ......"

"Boom ......"

In the midst of a violent explosion, an impassioned voiceover is heard from the video.

"At 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon, under the command of Mr. Akid, our boat-01 formation, airdropped a new type of tank unit, and went straight into the hinterland of the Auston Line, not only recovering the Auston Line, rescuing thousands of captured soldiers, but also launching an attack on the Farai Dynasty!"

In the impassioned commentary, at the end of this short video, groups of Infir soldiers dressed in the uniforms of former Imperial soldiers, sitting on tanks, are advancing towards the territory of Falai!

The video playback is over.

There was a dead silence in front of the factory!

Countless workers opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the war scene with great visual impact.

In the middle of the morning, the whistle of cheers resounded in front of the factory gate.

"We won!"

"Hahaha, long live Infil!"

Countless workers shouted, all kinds of swearing, yelling, venting sexual obsess, and blurted out.

I don't know who shouted the word "Akid", and someone in the crowd suddenly responded, and then more and more people responded, and finally stretched into a film!

"Akid, Akid, Akid!"

The shouts spread throughout the factory, and even more so throughout Infield.

The cheers of excitement even reached the horse farm that temporarily served as a guard center.

"What's that sound?"

"What happened?"

In a stinking stable, several remnants of the royal family stood up with puzzled faces, their ears barred and listening to the faint cheers outside.

"Hmph, do you still need to think about it? It must be that damn Akid who is using the Internet to confuse the people! I want to see what the Farai will look like when they hit me?"

The Marquis of Maldez, who had only appeared in the hot news in the morning, was lying on the haystack with a weak and tired face, but he could not help cursing and mocking.

Since his arrest last night, he has barely slept all night.

was interrogated by Infil's most brutal interrogation, not only was his blood drained, but in order to prevent him from breaking free and escaping, his body was injected with special drugs, which made him soft and powerful, almost like a waste.

"That's right! The bullshit Internet, good news but not bad news! The Auston defense line has been lost, there is not half a word of news, all day long this victory, that greatness. It's ridiculous!"

There was a young nobleman with long sleeves and a handsome face that could not be concealed by his embarrassment, and his face was full of sneers.

When the Marquis of Malediz heard this, he took the opportunity to boost his morale.

"Everyone, remember, the god of the Internet is an alien evil god, and now Infir has been bewitched by him, when the great army of the four original gods enters the royal capital and hangs this group of blasphemers, we will definitely be able to take back the glory that belongs to us!

"Understood!"

Several nobles in the stable shouted in a low voice,

In the face of the subverted Infel Empire, the remnants of the empire are naturally unwilling to give up their huge interests.

But the resistance over the past few days has yielded little success.

Even every time they resist, they will lose their troops.

It just so happened that the Falai people secretly contacted them, and a plan to collude with foreign enemies and attack political opponents came naturally.

Now although they have been arrested, they still have thoughts in their hearts.

- That is, the Falai people have already broken through the Auston defense, or they will enter the royal capital in two days.

When the time comes, in order to better rule the Inferns, the Falai people will inevitably use their strength.

At that time, they will naturally be able to survive in a desperate situation.

It's a big deal to cut off a part of the territory and give it to the Falais, or become a Falai vassal state.

Regardless of the outcome, they are still nobles, and they have been dormant for a few years, and there is no possibility that they will be able to get the territory back.

"Boom Boom ......"

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of footsteps.

The Marquis of Malediz and the others trembled and couldn't help but glance at each other.

They realized that one of them must be going to be taken away for interrogation again.

The thought of the interrogation methods of those demons made them, and these pampered nobles trembled.

"Smack!"

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the stable door.

The nobles looked up and were stunned.

The visitor was an old man in a black tuxedo, a gentleman's hat, and a gold-encrusted cane.

Such a dress is almost impossible to appear among the traitors who advocate the workers to be the masters of their own affairs.

In fact, what shocked everyone was not the old man's dress, but the identity of the old man.

- He is Prince Lindbergh!

"Your Highness Lindberg......h?" the Marquis of Malediz stood up trembling with a look of astonishment.

He was amazed at how Prince Lindbergh was here?

I was even more surprised that he was unharmed, even well-dressed.

"Give up the Marquis of Maldez, and let all your men come out and surrender, I have already negotiated with Mr. Benkemin, and they will retain your title of nobility, and recognize all your private property except the factory. ”

Prince Lindbergh took off his gentleman's hat, revealing his white hair, and said with a bitter expression.

"W-what, Your Royal Highness, ...... you?"

The Marquis of Maldez froze, looking incredulous.

You know, Prince Lindbergh is a standard member of the Inferrean royal family, with royal blood.

For the newly established Infir Gonghe country, he is the most incompatible.

Among the rebels, he is also the greatest.

Now that he has suddenly stood up and said surrender, how can he believe it?

He even wondered if the person in front of him was a special flesh magic stand-in!

"You are not Prince Lindbergh at all, there is no way that Prince Lindbergh has betrayed the royal family!"

Before the Marquis of Malediz could speak, the young nobleman next to him suddenly roared!

"Yarlin, is the single-barreled shotgun I gave you still at your bar mig-no, you are a good shooter, you should not die in the Infer infighting, you still have a great future. ”

As soon as Prince Lindbergh spoke, the young nobleman was completely dumbfounded.

Prince Lindbergh sighed, and a virtual screen quietly appeared in front of him: "Don't count on the Falai, their main force has been blocked on the shores of Lake Clifford, and it is only a matter of time before they perish." ”

"Infil... Gonghe has also recaptured the Auston Line, and now that the army has entered the hinterland of Falai, and even taken the city of Sally, the fall of the Falai dynasty will also be a matter of time, and the Infer Empire ...... Lose unjustly. ”

"What did you say?" the young nobleman Yarlin looked incredulous.

The Marquis of Malediz looked at Prince Lindbergh with an expression of Alzheimer's dementia.

"I'm not confused, this is the front-line battle report, you can see it by looking at it. ”

Prince Lindbergh turned the virtual screen in front of him and turned his direction to face the Marquis of Malediz and the others.

At this time, on the virtual screen, the Tan-04 tank unit faced the main force of Falai, and the boat-01 formation airdropped tanks and tortured the Auston defense line.

The video is long!

Wonderful footage compared to the news version of the clip.

This video is much longer and more intuitive and realistic.

At that time, after the video was played, the Marquis of Malediz was completely like a walking corpse, and fell to the ground with a pop, like a mourner, completely losing his spirit.

"This can't be, this can't be...... The Steam Pattern is no longer valid, and it is impossible for them to drive a steam car. ”

The young nobleman Yarlin was still unwilling to accept the reality and muttered to himself.

"Nothing is impossible!The Steam Divine Pattern is ineffective, but has the factory in the royal capital stopped?

"Accept the reality, boy, we must acknowledge the strength of Mr. Arkidd, and face up to his greatness, and accept this fate. You're still young, and you still have a great future! Don't resist uselessly, we're Infil's people after all, aren't we?"

Prince Lindbergh's words completely broke the defense line in Arlinde's heart.

He finally knew what the faint cheers outside were!

For a while, the three words of Akid were like a huge wave covering the sky and the sun, completely submerging his courage and perseverance!