Chapter 1069: Red alert

The first thousand and sixty-ninth chapter red alert asks for monthly pass
"This is the lich, what should we do? What should we do?" City Lord Rutherford was panicked for a while, completely forgetting the elegant aristocratic manners, reached out his hand to grab the chief priest, and spit wildly at the other's face.
The chief priest was also full of frustration at this time, facing the rain of spit, he didn't even have the thought of hiding. Just crying with a sad face, bowed his head weakly and said, "My Master Bishop ordered us to retreat before we died in a glorious battle."
Don't look at his already nervous Six Gods Wuzhu, but the priest can think clearly, since the retreat order was given by the bishop, it has nothing to do with him.
According to the slogan preached by the Holy See, facing the evil dark creatures, the priests are all responsible and must kill the dark creatures.
You know, the boss behind everyone is the of light. With Sen and his old man standing behind him, what else are you afraid of?
Therefore, for the sake of Senge and his old man's face, no matter what the situation, he must fight to the end.
If you win, if you don't have anything to say, promotion and wealth are poor. Even if it is sacrificed, it is glorious. The soul will receive the grace of Senge and fly into the sky to become an eternal star. Always live happily in the paradise of Senge.
In the face of the enemy, those who dared to escape didn't give face to Sen, were not firm in their stand, and were all deluded by the devil in their hearts.
Who dares not to give face to Seng, Seng naturally does not have to give him face. Sen Ge does not give face, so naturally the Holy See under Sen Ge will not give face.
He was locked in the dungeon of the Inquisition and greeted him vigorously to help him get rid of the evil spirits in his heart. What kind of iron maiden twenty-four styles, what tiger stool thirteen Sanshou styles, what chili water is a master... wait, wait, all kinds of fancy styles, satisfy people.
If it doesn’t work, there is one last resort—the holy fire exorcism method, which is commonly known as ‘lighting the sky lantern’. Tie people to the pillars, and wait for the raging fire to rise, and the people will be burned into charcoal. Naturally the evil demon was cast out.
Of course, that's what I said. When it comes to specific implementation, not only must the specific situation be analyzed in detail, but also the background, background, background and other factors must be considered.
If it is a Sanwu product with no background, no backstage, and no assets, it happens to be used to kill chickens and monkeys, erect a baby, and let others know how it will end to escape.
This time, the chief priest and the Lich had a face-to-face encounter and fled back in a panic, if anyone would investigate it afterwards. These chief priests absolutely have to share the responsibility. What's more, the bishop has already died in battle, and of course all responsibilities must be pushed on the dead.
The priest's eyes were red, and he said emotionally: "When the master bishop found out that the enemy was a lich, even though we knew that all of us could not beat that lich together, the master bishop rushed forward bravely and fearlessly.
Then resolutely started a fight with the lich, and used our own strength to cover our retreat.
The two fought for ninety-nine and forty-seven rounds, and the sky was dim, the sun and the moon were dark.
At this time, the despicable lich made a plot, and the bishop didn't notice, and he shot him in the chest with a hidden weapon. But he still exhausted the last trace of sacred power in his body to knock the lich back. Then it fell down.
The brothers watched it, and were immediately moved by his greatness, and then they all rushed away desperately to the Master Bishop back.
But at this time, he was already seriously injured and dying.
At the end of his life, the Bishop took my hand and said: ‘Although he is martyred, it doesn’t matter. Because this is a struggle against evil, this sacrifice is heavier than Mount Karmajaro. ’
Moreover, he also exhorted us to bring the news of the appearance of the Lich back to you. "
Having said this, he stretched out his hand and wiped the tears from his face, then reached out his hand to the side and said, "My lord, if you don't believe it, you can ask them."
The pastors next to him nodded all with touched expressions. They stretched out their hands and drew a cross on their chests while chanting in a low voice: "May the Lord bless, his soul will live forever under the seat of God."
City Lord Rutherford froze for a moment, and said in his heart: That greedy fat man? It turns out that this guy is so great, he usually misunderstood him, well, after the matter is over, give him credit...if I am still alive.
The priest wiped the sad tears from the corner of his eyes, and said: "My Lord Bishop always carefully teaches us that the safety of the people's lives and property should be the first priority. We will retreat temporarily to protect the people's safety, and we will gather all the forces to solve the enemy at once. ."
The soldiers behind him scratched their heads incomprehensibly. The fat bishop was killed as soon as he met him. Is such a short time enough for him to speak so much?
But they didn't say anything, instead they chose to shut up honestly.
"Retreat? Right to retreat!" Rutherford suddenly realized that preventing the situation from getting worse is his current priority, and then said loudly: "Organize the evacuation of all the people."
"But sir, where should I evacuate? That's a lich." An assistant official asked carefully.
Lich's spells are powerful and can fly.
Rutherford frowned, glared at the man dissatisfied, and shouted angrily: "Army camp, hilltop fortress, city lord mansion, cave, I don't care about it, as long as it is a safe place.
You go now, in an hour, no, let everyone evacuate in half an hour, or I will kill you. "
The assistant officer was stunned for a moment, and then promised, and ran out frantically, almost spanking his heels, panic as if there was a beast chasing behind.
The priest hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "Sir, if there are any important people, you can send them to our church. There is a big cross and holy water. The holy power is sufficient to resist the lich... Uh , Resisting the Lich for a long time."
Although the Holy See has been working hard to popularize various knowledge and methods against dark creatures to the priests, after all, the mainland has been peaceful for thousands of years, and these puppies have never regarded it as the same thing. Every day I patronize the scam, eat, drink, and gamble.
And now, facing the Lich, even though it was only a Lich, they didn't have much in their hearts.
Rutherford was overjoyed and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"
As soon as he turned around, he ordered to the guards beside him: "Hurry and pass the order so that everyone can..."
At this time, the chief priest hurriedly reminded: "My lord, this church has a limited space. It's better to inform this news in a small area. Once there are too many people, it will cause riots."
Rutherford couldn't help but feel stunned. Yes, once everyone ran to the church, he might not be able to squeeze in.
Then he glanced at the chief priest. Secretly made up his mind: If you survive this crisis, you will definitely kick this pup off if you find an opportunity. This dog's mind is too meticulous and vicious, if he really plays, he is definitely not his opponent!
Although he was thinking like this in his heart, he was calm on the surface, and changed his mouth to the guard next to him: "Quickly, inform the young master, madam, Miss Mill, and my mother-in-law, so that they can go to the church as soon as possible..."
When he said this, he suddenly remembered something and said: "Uh, yes, there is no need to notify my mother-in-law."
He paused and saw that the guard was still standing, and immediately said, "What are you still doing in a daze,..."
The guard immediately took the order and ran out in a hurry.
Rutherford looked at him from behind, but then vaguely felt that he had missed something important.
"What else should I do next?" City Lord Rutherford had a vague idea in his heart, but couldn't grasp it. He was so anxious that he pulled his hair with both hands, spinning around in place, muttering in his mouth: "What, what ..."
The chief priest whispered to the side: "My lord, you should ask for reinforcements. We need someone who can deal with the lich. The soldiers on the island alone can never catch him."
Rutherford City Mansion suddenly slapped his forehead and said loudly: "Reinforcement! It is reinforcement. I thought about it!"
Then he stepped forward and ran towards the city lord's mansion, his attendants and soldiers hurriedly followed.
As a result, everyone was surprised to find that these young people tried their best to escape the middle-aged city lord who had a beer belly.
City Lord Rutherford rushed out from the side door, dashed all the way down the steps, and rushed straight into a courtyard, kicking a closed door with a single kick, so powerful that he knocked the entire wooden door to the ground.
As the wooden door fell to the ground with a bang, several busy telegraphers in the room looked at the panting city lord in surprise.
Rutherford stepped up to the telegraph operator in two steps, grabbed his collar, and grabbed the telegraph operator from the seat like a bag, and shouted into his ears: "Send a report, send it quickly. Emergency. , Eting Island was attacked by a Lich, send me a report."
"Witch...lich..." The telegrapher was also stunned by the news. Seeing the panic of City Lord Rutherford, the telegrapher immediately realized that this was true, not a joke with them.
They stay in the room all the time during working hours and are responsible for receiving telegrams from various channels. They can't stop even when they are busy.
Although there was an uproar outside, they still knew nothing.
Seeing the blood vessels in Rutherford's forehead jumping, his expression as if he was about to eat himself raw, the telegrapher asked nervously: "Who do you want to... send to?"
Rutherford gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Are you an idiot? Everyone, send it to everyone!"
The master mage at the telegraph station was the first to restore his composure.
He pulled the telegraph operator out of Rutherford's hand, pressed his chair back, and said in a deep voice: "Red alert, the highest priority, send a report to all units as the city lord said."
The telegraph operator sat down, touched the nervous sweat on his forehead, trembling hands, and pressed the button to start transmitting the message.
All the people in the room were silent, watching the telegraph operator's work nervously and intently.
"Di, di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di..."
The crisp sound of percussion clearly spread to everyone's ears.
"That's right," the master mage in charge suddenly interjected. He thought for a moment. He felt that as a shipping hub, Aiting Island had an important position.
But it is not a suitable place for a Lich sneak attack. It is a full thousand miles away from the nearest land. Don't even think about running when the Lich comes. You can only get stuck on the island. There should be weird in it.
"One more sentence," the mage said in a deep voice, "the incident may not be isolated and single, so all units should be vigilant."
The mage in charge of the telegraph station would not have thought that the last simple sentence would make him the general manager of the Flying Eagle Group Communications Company and one of the legendary figures in the communications industry.
The telegrapher pursed his mouth tightly, with a solemn expression, his forehead was full of nervous sweat, and his fingers flicked on the buttons.
A few minutes later, he slumped into his chair and said tiredly: "It has already been sent."
These short few minutes were so long that it consumed almost all his energy.
The telegrapher on the other island was surprised to see the signal coming in front of him, but then confirmed that it was not a joke, and then hurriedly pressed the button while at the report level to transmit the information.
With his percussion, the telegraph on Aiting Island heard a beeping sound.
The telegrapher quickly lay down on the table and recorded the content, tremblingly: "The other party has received it and is now forwarding it."
The director of the mage breathed a sigh of relief. What he feared most was that the Lich would destroy the telegraph line. In this way, Eding Island would really become an isolated island. Maybe the Lich raged for several days, or even completely occupied, no one outside would know.
Rutherford grabbed the supervisor and frowned and asked, "How long will it take for Ruman City and Julian to receive the news?"
Main channel: "The red realm is the highest priority. All units will stop all work in their hands and forward this telegram, and ensure that the other party has received it, otherwise it will continue to be sent.
It only takes two hours at the fastest, and the message will be delivered to His Majesty and Grand Duke Julian. "
City Lord Rutherford heaved a sigh of relief. He had already reported the news as soon as possible and fulfilled his responsibilities. Now it is time to consider how to deal with this lich.
Rutherford turned and ordered the attendants in front of him: "Go get my armor and weapons, gather all those who can fight, and follow me to the port."
"My lord, the harbor is now shrouded in weird fog." The soldier reminded.
Rutherford sighed and said, "At this time, I can't take care of that much. Before all the people evacuate, we have to stop the Lich."
The mage took out his staff and smiled and said, "My lord, wait, I'll go with you."
"Your Excellency?" Rutherford showed an unexpected expression. The mage of the telegraph station was only an employee of the Flying Eagle Group, and had nothing to do with the local government. They did not have this obligation.
The mage said plainly: "Spells do not have justice or evil, but people do."
Then he turned to look at his telegraph operator, and said, "You brought the equipment to the basement, do you know the emergency destruction procedure?"
Several telegraphers nodded nervously, and one of them picked up an iron bucket in the corner. It was filled with kerosene, which was poured into the telegraph and ignited in an emergency, which could burn the entire telegraph to prevent it from falling into the enemy's hands.
The mage nodded in satisfaction, pulled his robe, smiled plainly, and followed Rutherford and the others out, the smoke from the harbor had already covered half of the island.
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Electric current travels across expensive telegraph lines over thousands of miles and travels at an instantaneous speed.
The northernmost point of the entire telegraph network is the headquarters of the northern barbarian crusade army of the Ruman Empire, and the southernmost as far as the peacekeeping force headquarters of Khaligarde. It spans almost the entire continent and an ocean from north to south.
The signals sent from Aiting Island traveled through communication nodes one after another and spread quickly across the mainland.
The headquarters of the peacekeeping force outside the city of Khaligard, with more than 300,000 troops gathered, surrounded the entire city from the four dough regiments.
The camps outside the city are connected, the flags are like forests, and the towers are dense, which can be called the real difficulty of flying birds.
At this moment, the battlefield is still screaming, and under the cover of the peacekeeping forces, the new army is struggling to fill the trenches under Khaligard.
The southern army fired its arrows desperately, and the peacekeepers responded with artillery. The fighting on both sides was extremely lively, but the progress of the siege was still slow.
As the telegraph station of the headquarter of the peacekeeping force, there is no doubt that it is so busy that there are two machines as backup at all times, and the telegrapher changes every two hours of work.
Three long and two short radio signals repeated three times
When received by the telegrapher, everyone was stunned for the first time. But instinctively wrote down the content of the telegram.
When he drew the end symbol, looked down at the beginning of the eye-catching three long and two short, unconsciously translated them into the words "red alert", then the telegrapher shouted and jumped from the chair: "My day!"
At the same time, he stared blankly at the telegraph operator who was suddenly mad, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The telegrapher took a deep breath and tremblingly said: "Red alert, red alert!"
Everyone in the telegraph room took a breath at the same time.
Everyone originally believed that the red alert, the highest priority, would only exist in theory.
Because he not only meant that the news should be delivered as soon as possible, but also that he would deliver the news to the Chief Gao Junzheng as soon as possible.
Even if this uncle would be happy "happiness".
This means that something big has happened.
To illustrate the importance, the Telegrapher Regulations specifically cited a few examples, such as a super strong earthquake and tsunami, a sudden large-scale attack by the enemy, the sudden death of the Emperor, and the destruction of Ruman City by a meteorite.
The telegraphers on the battlefield are particularly sensitive to this, which may represent a sudden reversal of the battle.
The supervisor's face changed drastically in an instant. He grabbed the telegrapher in one step, snatched the telegram out of his hand with a split hand, stuffed it into the translator's hand, and ordered: "Translation, immediately!"
The translator translates symbols into words at the fastest speed in his life, and his random face changes drastically, showing a panic expression.
The supervisor grabbed the telegram in his hand~EbookFREE.me~ frowned and glanced quickly, cursed in his mouth, looked up and said to the people in the telegram room: "Temporarily block the news, prohibit entry and exit, and wait for my order."
Turned around and strode out of the telegraph room.
The people around looked at the pale-faced translator at the same time, and asked nervously, "What happened? What's the matter?"
"Did Hardu's reinforcements come?"
The translator was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and then said: "Aiting Island was attacked by... by the Lich."
"Lich!" Everyone was stunned.
"They are here to retaliate..." someone whispered.
"It's a good time."
The mage in charge ran out of the tent with a telegram in his hand, and flew up with a wave of his staff.
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