Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World Chapter 200: Acknowledge and face up to the greatness of Mr. Archid
Joyce was taken aback when he heard the sound, he subconsciously followed the sound, only to see a worker excitedly opening the Internet virtual screen and exclaiming.
At the same time, fierce gunfire and gunfire came from the virtual screen.
If you hadn't been familiar with the Internet a long time ago, at this moment Joyce might have thought that the war had come to his city.
"Zoom in and show me!"
"What's up?"
The workers boiled up, someone turned on the Internet, and someone hurriedly squeezed past.
"Our military boat -01 formation has already taken the Alston line, rescued the captured soldiers, and is attacking the territory of the French dynasty!"
A worker read out a sudden hot news.
At the same time, the soldier who first discovered the news also quickly zoomed in on the virtual screen.
Countless workers looked up.
This is a video.
In the video, you can see countless airships painted with hideous paint, rushing out of the thick clouds, and dropping countless weird steam locomotives into the trenches on the ground.
Accompanied by the camera switch, everyone can clearly see the steam tank, smashing onto the ground like a **** soldier, and then roaring out.
rushed all the way, or smashed through the sandbags, or ran over the trenches, the rapid-fire gun barrels spewed endlessly with tongues of fire. During the camera switching, the firepower of the Farai soldiers was blown into powder.
"Boom..."
"Rumble..."
Amidst the fierce explosion, an impassioned voice-over came from the video.
" At 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon, under the command of Mr. Archid, our boat -01 formation airdropped a new tank unit and plunged straight into the hinterland of the Alston line. It not only recovered the Alston line but also rescued thousands. Ten thousand captured soldiers even attacked the Falai Dynasty!"
In the impassioned commentary, at the end of this short video, a group of British soldiers in the uniforms of the former Imperial soldiers are sitting on the tank and marching towards the territory of Falai!
The video playback is over.
There is dead silence in front of the factory!
Countless workers opened their mouths and stared blankly at the war scenes that were full of vision and impact.
For a long while, cheers and whistles resounding across the sky sounded in front of the factory.
"We won!"
"Hahaha, long live Infil!"
Countless workers chanted, blurting out all kinds of swearing, roaring, and venting sex.
I don’t know who it is, and I yelled the three words "Akid". Suddenly someone in the crowd responded, and then more and more people responded, and finally it stretched into a film!
"Archid! Archid! Archid!"
The loud shouts spread all over the factory and even Infil.
Excited cheers even spread into the horse farm that temporarily served as a guard center.
"What sound is this?"
"What happened?"
In a stink-filled stable, a few royal remnants stood up with doubts and their ears, listening to the faint cheers outside.
"Huh, do you still have to think about it? It must be that **** Archid, who uses the Internet to confuse the people! I want to see what expressions they will look like when the Falais hit them?"
The Marquis of Maledez, who only appeared on the hot news in the morning, was lying on the haystack with a weak and exhausted face, but he still couldn't help cursing and mocking.
Since his arrest last night, he hasn't slept almost all night.
was subjected to Infil’s cruelest interrogation. Not only was his blood drained, but in order to prevent him from escaping, he was also injected with special drugs, which made him limp, almost like a useless person.
"That's right! The **** Internet tells you good news but not bad news! Alston's defense line has been lost, and there is no news. It's a victory all day, so great. It's ridiculous!"
There was a young nobleman with long sleeves and a awkward body that could not hide his handsome face. He sneered.
The Marquis of Maledez took the opportunity to boost morale after hearing this.
"Everyone, remember, the **** of the Internet is an alien evil god, and now Infil has been deceived by him. When the great army of the four original gods enters the capital and hangs these blasphemers, we must be able to Get back the glory that belongs to us! Don’t betray the empire or the great Four Gods because of temporary pain!"
"Understand!"
The nobles in the stables whispered like chicken blood,
Faced with the overturned British empire, the remnants of the empire are naturally unwilling to give up huge interests.
But the resistance over the past few days has had little effect.
Even every time they resist, they will lose their troops.
It happened that the Falais secretly contacted them, and a plan to collude with foreign enemies and attack political opponents was a matter of course.
Although they have been arrested now, they still have thoughts in their hearts.
—that is, the Falais have already broken through the Alston defense line, and they will enter the capital in two days.
At that time, in order to better rule Infil, the Falais will inevitably use their power.
At that time, they will naturally be able to survive from desperation.
It’s a big deal to cut off a part of the territory and give it to the Falais, or become a Falais subject.
Regardless of the ending, they are still nobles, who forbear to dormant for a few years, it is impossible to get the territory back.
"嘚嘚嘚……"
I don’t know how long it took, and there was a sound of footsteps.
The Marquis of Maledez and others trembled and couldn't help but glance at each other.
They realized that some of them must be caught and interrogated again.
Thinking of the interrogation methods of those demons, these pampered nobles, they trembled.
"Papa!"
The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the stable door.
The nobles looked up, and they were stunned.
Lai Ren is an old man wearing a black tuxedo, a gentleman's hat and holding a gold cane.
such a costume is almost impossible to appear among the rebels who preach that the workers are the masters of the house.
In fact, it is not the dress of the old man that shocked everyone, but the identity of the old man.
——He is the Prince Lindbergh!
"His Royal Highness Lindbergh? You, you..." Marquis Maletez stood up tremblingly, with a look of astonishment.
He was surprised how Prince Lindbergh appeared here?
was even more surprised that he was unscathed and even well-dressed.
"Marquis Maleditz give up and let all your people come out and surrender. I have already negotiated with Mr. Benkmin. They will keep your noble title and recognize all your private property except the factory."
Prince Lindbergh took off the gentleman's hat, revealing all white hair, and said bitterly.
"Wh, what? Your Royal Highness, you..."
The Marquis of Maledez was stunned, with an unbelievable look on his face.
You know, Prince Lindbergh is a standard member of the British Royal Family, with royal blood.
He is the most incompatible with the newly established British Philanthropy.
He is the biggest resistance force.
Now he suddenly stood up and said, "How can this make him believe?"
He even wondered if the person in front of him was a special flesh-and-blood magic substitute!
"You are not Prince Lindbergh at all, Prince Lindbergh cannot betray the royal family!"
The Marquis of Maledez hadn't spoken yet, and the young nobleman next to him suddenly yelled!
"Yarlin, was the single-barreled shotgun I gave you when you were a bar mitzvah? You are an excellent shooter, and you shouldn't die in the British Phil. You still have great prospects. "
When Prince Lindbergh spoke, the young nobleman was completely dumbfounded.
Prince Lindbergh sighed, and a virtual screen appeared in front of him: "Don't count on the Farais. Their main force has been blocked by Clifford Lake. It will be a matter of time before they perish."
"Infil...Gongheguo also regained the Alston line of defense. Now the army has penetrated into the hinterland of Farai, and even the city of Sali, the fall of the Farai dynasty will be a matter of time. The Phil Empire... I didn’t lose unjustly."
"What did you say?" The young nobleman Yarlin looked incredulous.
The Marquis de Marettiz looked at Prince Lindbergh with an expression of looking at Alzheimer's.
"I'm not confused~IndoMTL.com~This is a frontline battle report. You can see it by looking at it."
Prince Lindbergh turned the virtual screen in front of him and turned to face the Marquis of Maleditz and others.
At this time, on the virtual screen, what was played was the scene of the tank unit Tan-04 facing the main force of Farai, as well as the airdrop of tanks from the boat -01 formation, killing the Orston line of defense.
The video is very long!
A great shot compared to the editing of the news version.
This video is much longer and more intuitive and realistic.
At the time the video was played, the Marquis de Maledez was like a walking dead, and fell to the ground with a thump, like a widow, completely lost his energy.
"This is impossible, this is impossible... The steam **** pattern has failed, and it is impossible for them to drive a steam car."
Yarlin, the young nobleman, is still unwilling to accept the reality, muttering to himself.
"Nothing is impossible! The steam **** pattern has failed, but has the factory in the royal capital stopped? Have their weapons failed?"
"Accept the reality boy, we must recognize the strength of Mr. Archid, face his greatness, and accept this destiny. You are still young, and you have a bright future! Don’t make unnecessary resistance, we After all, it’s from Infil, isn’t it?"
Prince Lindbergh’s words completely defeated Allin’s defense.
He finally knows what the faint cheers outside are!
For a time, the three words Archid were like a huge wave covering the sky and the sun, completely overwhelming his courage and determination!