"Mi? MiG? 21? They just use a code name to call an artifact?" Morak suddenly felt that his world view had been subverted. He should have a good chat about life with the technical genius who designed the MiG-21.
, teach the other party a lesson, and tell the other party how important a good name is. He can only tell the other party this, because the other party seems to have nothing that he can point out in terms of technology.
If Chris knew that his weapon naming rules were criticized, he would probably have a dumbfounded expression on his face.
After all, the full name of the MiG is the Type 21 fighter jet of the Mikoyan Design Bureau, and the F-15 and F-16 fighter jets that Airan Hill is currently using sound more inexplicable than the MiG-21...
Speaking of which, the dwarf Morak wanted to see an aircraft flying at supersonic speeds. Naturally, Gricken would not refuse. Lonzadelai asked about the training schedule for that afternoon and told the dwarf Morak that he could see a plane flying at supersonic speed.
Specific time for supersonic flight: "At around 2 p.m., two novice pilots will be arranged to conduct supersonic training. At that time, you can see the status of the aircraft flying at supersonic speed."
This answer made the dwarf Morak very satisfied, while the elf envoy Farai standing on the other side was studying the dispatch communication equipment of the command center.
He looked at the officers on duty sitting in their seats, holding the intercom and using radio to contact all the fighter jets performing patrol missions.
The entire radio channel was busy. A dozen people were sitting on soft seats, facing the radar screen in front of them, confirming the specific conditions of each aircraft, including the flight altitude and speed, and even what the pilots saw and heard.
.
These officers were sitting in their seats, and the elf envoy Farai could understand every word, but when they were connected together, Farai could not understand them at all.
I saw a young Grecken Air Force officer holding the intercom and giving an order to the fighter jets in the airspace he was responsible for to stay vigilant: "Squadron 4! Squadron 4! Adjust your altitude. There are birds passing below the clouds.
Confirm! Don’t let go of suspicious targets!”
Another officer sitting next to the young officer, wearing headphones, was giving orders to another air patrol unit to descend and check whether there were any low-flying hostile targets on the ground.
The entire command room looked chaotic and tense, but in fact it was in an orderly state. Farai, the elf envoy, had been trying to figure out how such a complex communication device was created.
If, more than a year ago, the elves had such an advanced command system and such reliable communication devices, would they still have been defeated?
If more than a year ago, the elves had those mysterious aircraft whizzing past the window, would they still be defeated by the demons?
Farai, whose mind was full of these questions, suddenly heard Ronsardele beside him, seeming to call his name.
He raised his head and saw Ronsardele's curious eyes. Then he realized that he had just been distracted. He quickly adjusted his emotions, lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Great Magister Ronsardele...
I was just rude."
"It's nothing. When I first saw these things, they were no better than you." Lonzadelai laughed at himself, which eased Farai's embarrassment.
After letting him go, he suggested: "Perhaps, you should talk to His Majesty the Emperor of Elanthir. He is a very friendly and admired great man."
"Of course we will go to see the emperor of the Ailanthir Empire, but the journey is far away and we have no way to communicate with Ailanthir, so we still have to rely on Gricken's help." Farai said with some regret.
In fact, after seeing the current situation of Greken, the elf envoy Farai was also very curious about the mysterious country of Elanthir hidden behind Greken.
He really wanted to see with his own eyes what this Ailan Hill, who was highly praised by Greken's chief magister, was really like.
"Uh... Actually, it only takes a few hours for us to get to Ireland." Ronsardele had to once again explain the advancement of modern technology to these bumpkins from the isolated mountainous area: "Well...
...Moreover, we now have telephones and can contact each other at any time..."
"Contact the other party? Can you contact Eiland Hill in time?" Hearing this news, the elven envoy Farai was shocked again. He felt that the number of times he had been shocked in this short period of time was almost more than the number of times he had been shocked.
The total number of shocks in the past long years is even greater.
"Of course it's timely. You can chat on the phone first. He says something and you say something. There is only a delay of less than a second. However, I still recommend you to go to Ireland Hill. After all, a meeting is more formal than a phone call.
..." Ronsardele suggested.
He felt that it was necessary to inform Elanthir about the affairs of the elves and dwarves, and it was also necessary for these foreigners who came from afar to see the true rise of mankind.
"You mean, if we want, we can communicate with each other in the distance that you mentioned...the distance unit called kilometers...thousands of kilometers away?" We just recovered from the shock of the sound barrier being broken.
When Morak came, he was confused again.
He really couldn't believe that he had been away from the scope of human activities for thousands of years, and that those races that were ignorant and degenerate a thousand years ago had developed such a brilliant civilization and mastered things that even the dwarves had not mastered.
technology.
At this moment, he felt that his whole body was not well. He could feel his own insignificance and could personally experience the strong impact from different civilizations.
The shocked expressions of the elf and dwarf envoys were of course seen by the surrounding high-ranking Greken officers. Each of them had a little bit of pride, because they felt that they could finally win the battle between the elves and the dwarves.
The dwarves were proud in front of them.
Are you shocked by this? Damn it, you should go to Bellevue and see the world... The back of a senior commander of Bellevue who went to Bellevue to see the actual damage range and attack effect of nuclear weapons.
He stood in the corner with his hands full of contempt.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Morak finally got what he wanted and saw the training scene of the MiG-21 breaking the sound barrier. But before that, he first saw the "Mingshi Noble" car imported by Grecken.
Before this, he seemed to have some misunderstanding about luxury. After seeing this car, he realized what kind of design can be called extremely luxurious.
But when he was praising her like Grandma Liu after entering the Grand View Garden, he was told that the "Mingshi Eternal" sold by Ailan Hill was the most luxurious car...
Of course, in the end, the driver who was in charge of driving and who knew the car brands well made a shocking statement, which made the dwarf Morak realize that his knowledge was still shallow after all: "Actually, you can't buy the most luxurious car.
The top series of the Mingshi series is the 'Emperor Series', which is a special car for the Eilanhill royal family..."
When he saw the MiG-21 fighter jet break the sound barrier and soar at twice the speed of sound in one breath, Morak was no longer too lazy to be shocked. He listened to the flight instructor of Alan Hill explaining the counterattack of this advanced fighter jet.
He was naturally capable, while enduring the smile that was about to overflow from the other person's eyes.
Yes, a smile. This was the first time that he, as a dwarf, felt that the other person looked at him without respect or fear, but with a bit of good-natured teasing towards the short man...
As Ailan Hill soldiers, these veteran instructors with strong qualifications have already established their confidence. They feel that except for Ailan Hill, the so-called powerful countries are just second-rate, third-rate and ninth-rate.
They have no awe for these races, and even have some contempt and disgust. They are not even willing to hide these emotions. This is a natural continuation of the myth of Eiland Hill's victory in every battle.
Therefore, this visit was not very pleasant. The dwarf Morak was very dissatisfied with the way the other party looked at him like a dwarf. The elf envoy Farai also saw something in the other party's eyes that he had never seen before.
of contempt.
"We need to go to Ailanthir immediately. Is there any way?" Suppressing his dissatisfaction, the elf envoy looked at his companions and asked: "We will leave immediately. Please make arrangements with the Grand Magister."
"This is not a problem at all." Ronsardele also hopes that the other party will go to Elland Hill as soon as possible to see the world, so as not to make jokes here all the time...
With a smile on his face, he continued: "I will immediately arrange a special plane to send you to Alan Hill as a national gift... I will inform Alan Hill of your schedule, and everything will go very smoothly.
Please rest assured."
"Private plane? Can we take a plane to fly to Elanthir?" After hearing this, the already dissatisfied dwarf Morak became interested again and asked.
"Yes, you will fly to Ireland on the fastest civilian aircraft in the world. You will be escorted by fighter jets throughout the entire journey. It is safe and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery above the clouds 10 kilometers above the ground." Ronsard
Lai replied.
Everyone present could realize that it was a height that meant something. In the past, only the mighty dragon warriors could fight at this height. But now, even a mere mortal can fight as long as he can afford a plane ticket.
You can also fly to this height.
Farai from the Elf clan looked even more ugly because he felt that the increasingly unhappy Ailan Hill was trampling on the privileges and dignity of the strong.
The face of the dwarves also turned uglier, because he felt that Ailan Hill was wasting those advanced technologies, which was a sign of contempt and disdain for their dwarves——
Long Ling saw everyone's messages requesting additional updates. Both additional updates and supplementary updates will be available. When Long Ling returns from overseas, his condition will gradually stabilize. I'm sorry that I've whetted everyone's appetite these days...