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After the pledge meeting, the Expeditionary Force of the Republic of Lingshan, under the leadership of General Berendi, marched through the territory of Lingshan at a very fast pace.

Along the way, local legions constantly converged to join the expeditionary force.

The governors of Lingshen were fully assisted in the expedition.

Defeating the Thunderbolt is undoubtedly the dream of all Spirits and Lightning people, and it is the will of the people. The meaning of it is the same as when the Ruman Empire heard that it was going to fight Hadu, and now it was like beating chicken blood, and the whole people went crazy.

Such a prestige thing, the governors naturally will not miss it.

A few months of training courses for provincial and ministerial cadres in Akkadrin were enough for them to understand the rules of the game of the republican government.

In this dress of democracy, freedom, equality...... And so on, the point is not about what you did, but about convincing the dead people that you have done something and what you will do in the future.

And through guò manipulation of the media and propaganda, it is easy to do this.

As a result, the governors all actively sent the most elite regiments of their respective provinces to participate in the operation, and publicized it in the newspapers so that the people of the province would know their decision.

And some of the nobles and commoners who were well fed and supported enthusiastically signed up to join the army, strongly asking to join this powerful ...... Well, in the middle of the big team.

Thanks to the newly developed newspaper media, in just a few days, the entire Lingshan already knew that this time it was going to Lei Shen to grab money, things and women.

If it's in the past. Forget it. Because Thunder Flash's gang of puppies are very savage when they fight. Everyone is not missing, and they are suffering in the hands of Lei Shan. So when I saw them, I instinctively had a sense of fear.

But now, with the cannons, muskets, and machine guns provided by Lord Luo...... and so on new weapons to help, those weapons are powerful. It is said that even the first strong person under the stars, the undead high priest, his old man...... Bah, that terrible great demon has also suffered its losses.

Therefore, the confidence of the current Lingshan people has soared, just like a child who has just gotten a new toy, and must tremble twice in front of his friends. Take a good look at it.

As the saying goes, I used to shake too much, and I was so lame that I was angry. Now that I finally have the opportunity to shake S, I naturally want to shake S well and take revenge on him.

When, when the expeditionary force reached the border between the two tribes, the famous staring pass, and joined the last local legion, the total strength reached 300,000 men, and the army was at its peak.

Subsequently. They cross the border and lead to the open grasslands of Guò. Approaching the first city of Thunderbolt on the border.

When they set up cannons, arranged the shock formation, and chose the sharpness of the city, and prepared to fight happily outside the city, they found that the city was already an empty city.

The Thunder Flash had already withdrawn three days earlier.

General Berendi smiled unceremoniously at the moment, and waved his pen: Thanks to the blessing of the Great Demon God, under the wise leadership of the president, the officers and men of our army won the first battle with unparalleled momentum, annihilating 30,000 enemies and conquering Blade City. Now we are taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

At the same time, the reporters who accompanied the army, after taking the gold coins of General Berendi, also began to send back their first war news to the newspaper as well.

From the very beginning, President Bullard's aides intended to wage a vigorous propaganda war in Lingshan to make the republican government as deeply rooted as possible.

In the newspaper's news report, the reporters did not hesitate to expend a lot of pen and ink to describe the battle as a difficult battle, in which the expeditionary force defeated the cunning Lei Shan with great courage and great wisdom.

Then, after being reviewed by the military's press censors, these reports 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 huge celebratory parade in the city.

by the famous vase reporter of the Lingshan Times...... Well, after the famous military reporter Miss Laura's handwritten "The Story I Have to Tell with My Adults - An Interview with General Berendi" was published in the newspaper, it was very popular and attracted the people of Lingshan.

The newspaper sold out several times in a row. In the end, sales horribly reached nearly a million copies.

And the rest of the newspapers are all selling well. Journalists from all walks of life were also famous, and the sales of the newspaper soared.

As the circulation skyrocketed, advertising costs rose, and for the first time, newspaper managers received a soft hand.

For the newborn press, it was a feast of revelry.

Then, within a few days, the expeditionary force triumphantly captured the second city, and the troops were directed towards the local capital.

As the news of victory after victory came, the Spirits were in a state of frenzy as a whole, and everyone was talking about how long it would take them to defeat the Thunderbolts.

From the first two years, it was shortened to one and a half years, then one year, and finally two months. Almost everyone believed that in just two months, the Spirit Flash army could capture Thunder Castle and plant the Blitzkrieg Banner on the Great Demon Temple of Thunder Castle.

Then everyone can let go of grabbing money, things, and women...... Uh, bah, bah, and then everyone can open their hands with affectionate tears in their eyes, and welcome Lei Shan, a lost child, back into the arms of Ling Shan.

Re-establish a unified Semitic race and fulfill the great dream of a millennium ago. Countless martyrs have gone forward one after another, shedding their blood for it, and willingly sacrificing their lives for the great dream......

The prestige of President Bullard and General Berendi has reached new heights, and if it were not for the fact that General Berendi is too old -- the old man is almost eighty years old, and with his prestige, he would have a good chance of being elected.

Of course, this is also the reason why President Bullard chose this veteran.

If there are people who are unhappy, the black band has become a lot quieter during the month.

General Merlot went to work at the military department on time every day, drank tea and read the newspaper to spend a dull day, and then went home from work on time for dinner.

The people who had blocked the door to feast on him had suddenly disappeared.

Time goes by day by day. Slowly into October. The Psychrons were numb to the news of the victory. The newspapers all day long were full of Berendi's victorious capture of the city, and how many enemies he had destroyed, no matter who had read too much, he didn't feel it.

Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, the yellow fallen leaves on both sides of the road are gradually increasing, and the temperature is getting cooler day by day.

But if you look at the map, people will be surprised to find. The army led by Grandpa Berendi had been wandering around several areas near the border, as if they would not stop until they visited all the towns.

But in the face of a series of brilliant victories ahead, no one dared to dispute the actions of General Berendi.

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The bow of the Sailfish ploughed through the waves, and the huge capital battleship sailed up and down as if it were driving on a rugged mountain road, violently bumping, and stubbornly sailing north.

The Southern 71 Fleet never returned to its home port after it had radio, and sailed on the ocean for more than a month, carefully searching every sea area.

The further north you go, the worse the weather gets. The temperature gradually decreases and the sea breeze gets stronger. Sometimes. You may even see large chunks of ice floe floating on the surface of the sea.

Although for ships, it was an extremely terrible thing. A piece of ice floe that looks inconspicuous, but often the part of it that hides below the surface of the sea is a small mountain. Once it hits, it will inevitably tear a big hole in the ship.

Despite the harsh environment, the captain was confident in his mission, and the chart on the table spoke for itself.

On this chart, more than two-thirds of the area that was originally unknown has been marked, and it is certainly more abundant than he is in the Caribbean Naval Forward Command.

As you can clearly see from the map, this sea area is very clean, with only a few small islands, and most of them are rocky desert islands, and there are not even trees.

It is believed that the Isle of the Dead is in the remaining one-third of the unknown area, and it will not take long for the coalition fleet to discover it.

The captain casually pressed the tobacco into his pipe, and his eyes glanced at the wireless telegraph machine in front of him.

The correspondent looked ridiculously funny with a large headset on his head, and at the moment he was constantly turning the brass knob on the sound of the machine.

In terms of time, it was almost time to contact the daily contact, but the radio was silent, and the communicator's face was already sweating.

At this moment, the captain prayed to the god of the sea in his heart, this precious machine must not be broken, otherwise he has only two ways, or keep firing signal flares, until the war fortress that has not received the signal comes over and brings new parts.

Either that, or just return, but this will delay the overall search progress.

However, as an old seaman, every time he goes to sea, it takes three or five months, or even half a year, to be patient.

The captain struck a match, lit his pipe, and took a slow puff, still believing in a match that was struck compared to a lighter.

I don't know how long it took, but the signal light on the telegraph was faintly lit, although it was only a flash, but the captain's sharp eyes could still see it clearly.

At the same time, there was a low "beep" sound in the correspondent's headphones.

"It's coming~!" the correspondent perked up, held down the headset tightly with one hand, and quickly recorded it in the notebook with the other.

The captain didn't even dare to come out of the air, staring nervously at the communicator until he pressed the electric button and finally threw down the headset, and the captain breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that today's work was done.

He stood up, tugged at his clothes, and walked out of the captain's room with his pipe in his mouth—all these days, the captain felt as if he had suffered from anxiety, and he was disturbed at the sight of the orange iron box, and it was better to be out of sight and quiet.

The captain walked onto the bridge, took a deep breath of the cold air of the northern seas, and looked out at the endless ocean in the distance.

There was a faint shadow of dark clouds on the horizon, and there was a good chance that a storm was forming.

He hesitated, considering whether to give the order to return or find a way to get around.

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.

There, a sailor leaned over excitedly and shouted to the people below, "Land, land ahead." ”

At the same time pointing to the north.

The sailors on the ship shouted excitedly, and many of them ran to the bow of the ship. Stand on tiptoe and look into the distance.

I couldn't wait and climbed the mast. Hanging on it like a monkey, looking out at the black shadows at the end of the horizon.

But the captain frowned. Gritting his pipe hard, he heard the sentry shout about land, not the islands he had expected.

This means that there is at least a large island ahead.

The captain couldn't figure out why no one had discovered it before if it was a large island?

His instinct told him that there must be something strange in this.

The captain strode back to the room, his first thought was to relay the discovery back to the rear.

But I found that the correspondent had put on headphones and snapped the electric keys.

The captain nodded in satisfaction. This guy is really clever~!

But immediately thought of something, patted the correspondent's shoulder, and asked with a nervous expression, "Can you still get in touch now?"

The correspondent didn't look back, and busily operated the buttons on the machine with both hands, and said, "If Eagle Thirty-One hasn't gone far, it should be okay." ”

In the midst of the prayers of the two people, the sound of "tick beep" came from the headphones of the correspondent, which was very clear, and it seemed that the war fortress that served as a communication relay had not yet flown far.

The captain felt that the God of Light must be on his side today.

The fleet raised its full sails and its massive body on its side. Riding the north-westerly wind, the radio signal reached the distant Caribbean through the fortress of war cruising in the sky.

Ten minutes later. The correspondent handed the translated message to the captain.

The door is written: Confirm, 201,136 sea area found land, the south 71 is on standby, do not land, note, unauthorized landing is not allowed.

This is a hard and fast rule of the naval command, and the undead lair is likely to be hidden in this area, and if they rush to an unknown island, the sailors may encounter danger.

Professional things should be left to professional people.

Before dark, the fleet sailed into the offshore range two nautical miles from land.

In the dim light of dusk, the people on the ship saw only a bleak and desolate landscape, lifeless.

After anchoring and resting for the night, the Southern 71 Fleet continued to sail slowly along the coastline, surveying and mapping while patiently waiting for the support of a large force in the rear.

Three days later, the Southern 71st Fleet, which had received the order by wireless telegraph, rushed to the designated sea area and joined up with friendly forces.

The Enterprise's majestic hull stands out above the horizon, and the smoke billowing from the chimney proves that it is at full power.

Two small war fortresses flew over the battleship Sailfish with a deafening whistling sound, plunging into the land not far away.

I followed the chaplain who accompanied the ship and saw a spectacular scene that I will never forget for a lifetime.

With the USS Enterprise in the center, three Victory-class battleships lined up in a triangle to protect the front and sides of the Enterprise.

Thick black smoke erupted from the top of the battleship, and the battleship, which did not open any sails, smashed the waves at an unprecedented speed and headed straight ahead.

And on the deck of the Enterprise, the size of an island, more war bastions are busy taking off.

The Sailfish's radio station suddenly came into action, and a signal from the Enterprise ordered the Sailfish to lead the detachment and the entire ranks, and join the supply ships and other fleets that had rushed over, and sail to the unknown land.

Less than a nautical mile from the coast, the Enterprise unleashed all its war forts, and under their cover, the young Marines jumped into dinghys and set off.

A machine gun was placed in the bow of the dinghy, and the other soldiers watched warily with their guns.

As they approached the beachhead, the Marines jumped out of their boats and waded onto the land that had never been marked on a map.

After a careful search of the neighborhood, the Marines signaled safety to the crowd.

The follow-up landing force loaded all kinds of supplies onto ships and transported them back and forth to the beachhead, preparing to start the search for this strange land.

The chaplain on the Sailfish suppressed his curiosity and boarded a dinghy.

The moment he stepped on land, his feet went limp, and he almost fell to the ground, and 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 his surroundings.

A whining cold wind blows from the north, and the ground is desolate sand and gravel, with no end in sight.

In spite of the busy crowd around him, a feeling of emptiness and loneliness rose from the priest's heart, where there was no green, no birds, no signs of life, as if it were a dead place.

The young pastor lamented, "This is a land forgotten by God. ”

The Marines set up makeshift camps on the beachhead, and as night fell, everyone except the sentries took refuge in their tents to escape the cold winds.

The young priest didn't want to go back to the rickety Sailfish, the kind of ghost weather that would make it worse than death for him to sleep in a hammock.

If it weren't for the honor and the glory of God, he, a genius who had reached the bishopric-level holy arts ability at a young age, would not have come to suffer this sin.

However, in order to be promoted to archbishop and even cardinal in the future, he must add this experience to his resume.

But he couldn't sleep at all because of the noisy snoring of the soldiers in the tent, and there was always a feeling of panic in his heart for no reason, which made him very uneasy and impatient.

The priest thought it was a legacy of his long time rocking at sea, and vowed never to get on board again, with the exception of a giant ship like the Enterprise, of course, whose hull didn't even shake in the wind and waves.

The priest, unable to sleep, had to step out of his tent and take a deep breath of the dry air blowing from the north, followed by a murmur from the wind, as if there were stones rolling on the hard ground.

The two sentries next to him clenched the weapons in their hands, looked north with wide eyes, and whispered, "Hey, did you hear that?"

The other sentry nodded, "This damn place, it's like a graveyard, and my cold hairs stand on end, I think we need flares." I hope the old artillerymen aren't dozing off. ”

The young priest smiled slightly, there was no flare more convenient than the holy light, he clenched his staff, gathered his spirit, and then shot a brilliant holy light towards the sky, as if he wanted to use this blow to knock out all his suffocation at sea for a month.

The blinding light illuminated the clearing in the northern part of the camp, and in the milky white light, a group of strange gray-white humanoids were exposed, holding various weapons in their hands, facing the direction of the camp.

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