Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

After a fierce battle, the kingdom army won a decisive victory against the rebels of the Grand Duke of Tanlang.

According to statistics when cleaning the battlefield, the Wang army killed more than 2,000 enemies, captured more than 3,000 prisoners, and suffered more than 2,000 casualties.

In terms of the loss ratio, it seems that it is not a huge difference, but because it is the first time that the new army has experienced such a tough battle, commander Harrison is generally satisfied.

He summarized the battle process in detail into a battle report and sent it to Jingyao with great speed.

The messenger arrived at the Thorn Fortress and first sent the message through the telegram station, then rode on a fast horse and continued to head north with the full text of the war report.

The telegraph system has also been built from Jingyao to Thorn Fortress, the southernmost end of the royal capital.

As an imitator of many things in the Northwest Bay, how could telegraph, a means of extremely fast transmission of information, be ignored by Rodney XVIII?

After the little princess Erin who ran away from home returned to Jingyao, she described the magical aspects of the telegraph to Rodney XVII, who was alive at the time.

This aroused the interest of the old king, and with his consent, Erin directed the construction of a telegraph node path to the north, connecting Jingyao with Huxin Town.

Zi Jingyao sent a message to Huxin Town. He originally needed to ride a fast horse for half a month before he could transmit it, but now he only needs to wait for half a day.

There is no doubt that telegraph is a means of strengthening that can make Jingyao's connection with vassals from all over the country increasingly close, which is also welcomed by Rodney XVIII.

Since he succeeded to the throne, the work of expanding the telegram system in Wangling has never stopped, and the communication route radiates to the surroundings with Jingyao as the center.

If it weren't for the dissuasion of many people, Rodney Eighteen even wanted to lay a signal station in every city.

As the promoter and decision-maker of this southern expedition, Rodney XVIII has been paying attention to the movements of the Kingdom Army.

The king's office was filled with the smell of cedar wood and parchment, and the sun shone through the stained glass windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the huge sand table located in the center of the interior.

The sand table occupied the entire oak table that carried it, and it presented the mountains and rivers of the southern border of the Kingdom of Aldo. The silver-plated castle model stood in the capital, while the hills and mountains in the southern border were scattered with black representing the rebels. Soldier model.

The king's fingers were unconsciously pounding the edge of the sand table, and his eyes never left the soldiers' models painted in red.

This is the southern expedition army led by General Harrison, and their location is Firewoodland.

"What's going on? Why is there no new news yet!"

Rodney Eighteen suddenly complained, his eyes staring at the models on the sand table: "They haven't moved their positions in a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the corridor outside. The king was very familiar with the rhythm of the footsteps. It was the attendant Wayne who came, and the matter that could make him so urgent must be news from the front line.

Rodney Eighteen was a little excited and worried, but don’t be bad news.

"Your Majesty, the telegraph station just received news from General Harrison!" Wayne almost rushed into the office, indeed, not as expected by the king.

"Our army and Giles fought and won the battle fifty miles north of the Wing Fortress, with 2,381 casualties, killed 2,450 enemies, captured 3,260 prisoners, Giles has fled towards the Colorful Fort."

Wayne gasped and finished reading the notes on his hand.

"Blessed by Father, this is a great victory!" the king shouted loudly, and he had already plunged into the joy of victory.

William, the attendant on duty, walked to the sand table gently and moved the red and black soldiers.

Under his operation, the red soldier model representing the Wang army occupied the Fantasy Wing Castle, while the black soldier model representing the rebels was moved to the road to the Qicai Fort.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Rodney Eighteen looked at the sand table and laughed, as if he was witnessing the scene where the Kingdom army was advancing towards the south with his own eyes, while Giles was retreating in a mess.

...

For Giles' current army size, the loss of 5,000 people is not small.

After the kingdom's army investigated, the Grand Duke of Greedy Lang seemed to have led his army to escape to the south.

Unfortunately, Harrison could not witness the embarrassing scene of his opponent's retreat in a hurry.

Grand Duke Giles's cloak has long lost its former luxury, and the dark purple velvet is broken by thorns, covered with mud and blood.

His mount, a white war horse that once won numerous praises at the martial arts competition, is now limping on a front leg and staggering on the muddy path.

A commotion suddenly came from the rear of the team. Giles looked back and saw several soldiers fighting for a piece of dry food. The officer tried to maintain order, but his voice was hoarse enough to be almost unauthorized. The commotion attracted more and more soldiers to join, and the noise frightened the crows in the woods, and the black wings looked particularly dazzling in the twilight.

"I didn't take me seriously when I did this in front of me!" Giles was very angry and pointed the whip at the riot, "Sigmont, tie them up, and everyone beat them three times Ten whips."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Giles's chief guard responded and slapped his horse and rushed back.

Giles' eyes looked to the road next to the road, where there were corpses of civilians, with arrows stuck on their backs. The Kingdom army had not yet reached this point, and it was obviously his army's work.

"Sir, the ferry is ahead." Baron Samar rode over to report to Giles, his brocade coat was covered with dust, and his carefully groomed curly hair was now messily stuck to his forehead.

"Cross the river quickly, and confiscate all the boats upstream and downstream, and destroy them all!"

...

"According to speculation, Giles' army should still have a certain strength, and his vassals will continue to provide him with soldiers."

"Just received news that he stopped in Raleigh Forest."

In the Phantom Wing Castle, Harrison convened the top military leaders to discuss the next battle plan, including the advisers of the Arda Army.

Claude looked at the map and expressed his opinion, "The terrain becomes more complicated as we go south. Giles may use his familiarity with the geography to get rid of our pursuit, or even lead us into a trap. We must get rid of him here, or at least give him a hard time again."

Harrison nodded and agreed, "I agree with Sir Claude's point of view. We can't let him run away any more."

Claude pointed to a certain place on the map, "Perhaps we can allocate some troops and go around to Giles' rear from here to block his retreat..."