"These dwarves are really born to be good workers. They are willing to work, and they are really good at work." Des handed the report in his hand to Deans beside him and praised: "They produced
All the parts have passed the inspection and there are no problems.”
After taking the report from Des, Deans carefully looked at the industrial production summary of Ironforge last month and was really shocked by some of the numbers above.
Compared with some second-tier industrial cities, this city where the dwarves are stationed is not inferior, and even slightly surpasses it in some aspects.
Bellevue, which had been completely destroyed, actually gained a new life after becoming Ironforge.
"They overfulfilled their production tasks and found time to build a small maintenance factory that can repair aircraft?"
"Yes, these dwarves researched it themselves. The aircraft maintenance factory can repair small aircraft such as P-51 fighter jets. It seems to be fully functional." Des still knew about this matter and smiled at him.
Deans told the story of the incident.
It turns out that as assistance continues to deepen, there are also many P-51-modified civilian pesticide aircraft in the dwarf area responsible for farming. After these aircraft are damaged, they have to return to places far away from Ironforge for repairs, which is very inconvenient.
So the dwarves built a maintenance shop on their own to facilitate the maintenance of these piston aircraft modified for civilian use.
What's interesting is that the aircraft factory they built was built by dismantling an aircraft themselves.
This is definitely a rare learning experience for the dwarves. Apart from the aircraft engine, they almost completely understand the structure and principles of an aircraft, which can be said to be very powerful.
"I heard that Ironforge is being ordered to form an army?" After listening to Des' explanation, Deans obviously had no interest in the advancement of dwarves' industrial technology and asked about another matter that has caused a lot of noise recently.
things.
While the dwarves are building their own homeland, they also plan to make more contributions to their new motherland.
As things progressed, whether spontaneously or organized, they began to sign up to join the army, hoping to help Eiland Hill expand its advantage on the battlefield.
These dwarves are natural workers, and they are also natural warriors. Although their magical attainments are limited, they are powerful and are very powerful warriors.
Under normal circumstances, a phalanx of dwarf warriors is more than enough to defeat dozens of times their traditional human infantry.
Unfortunately, today's Ailan Hill has adopted a modern warfare model that relies on long-range firepower, and does not have much need for these powerful melee infantry.
However, the rising patriotic enthusiasm of the dwarves had to be taken seriously by the senior officials of Elanthir. They were worried that not allowing dwarf soldiers to join the army would affect the process of integrating this race into human society.
After all, in the past, the issue between mortals and magicians was not actually a cross-race issue. We were all human beings, with only slight differences in physique.
And now, Ailanshir has truly become a great empire that spans races. It includes the dwarves and the humans, and maybe there will be the elves, dragons, and even the orcs in the future...
"There is no way. Your Majesty's intention is to let the dwarves recruit into the army according to human recruitment standards, and then train them together with the new recruits..." Des stretched and yawned.
Just as Deans was not interested in economic matters, Des also found the management of the Internal Affairs Department boring.
In his opinion, this kind of thing is the kind of thing that has to be done, but does nothing good. In business, this kind of thing often means not making money...
"The Grand Duke Sumolai of Ironforge also means that he does not want to be treated differently. He hopes that his race can be treated the same as humans and enjoy the same treatment." Des finished yawning, retracted his stretched arm, and continued.
"But the problem is that the military has its own considerations. Wagron has no objection to His Majesty's decision. However, most of the grassroots generals in other departments still hope to organize the dwarves into a unit and train them separately.
, command alone..." Deans said a little depressed.
"It's convenient for them, but there are a lot more problems on the civil affairs side." He rubbed his sore temples, feeling that the problems he faced were really a headache.
"It's most convenient to leave this kind of matter to His Majesty." Des reminded Deans with a smile: "Sometimes, you, Waggron and Kastner hold three meetings to discuss, and it doesn't matter.
Your Majesty's words are not as effective as yours."
"I also know that this is very convenient, but your Majesty doesn't have time recently." Deans smiled bitterly, shook his head and said.
His Majesty, the Emperor of Eilanhir, is currently studying botany with the magicians sent by the elves, and seems unwilling to interfere in state affairs.
As an imperial emperor, it was obvious that he was not doing his job properly, but Chris had been dealing with imperial affairs day and night before, and he occasionally indulged in it. As a group of elite ministers, they were too embarrassed to persuade him to say anything.
While the two people were talking about this matter, Chris was standing in a sealed laboratory, watching the elves use magic to give birth to a new breed of Elanthir.
After a long chanting process, the crops in front of the elves are growing really well. In three days, they have basically reached the state of the experimental field in seven days.
After experiments, the production of plants blessed by the elves will indeed speed up, and it will be more than twice as fast.
A beautiful elf girl sang softly, her long silver-white hair shining softly against the backdrop of the magic circle. The girl's figure was curvy, and she could indeed be called a beautiful scenery in nature.
If the elves can produce plants so efficiently in outer space, then the problem of oxygen or air, and even the problem of food, seems to be easily solved.
"The yield of this plant will be very high. When I cast spells on this plant, I can feel its difference." Looking at the excellent leaves that have spread out in front of her, the elf girl magician released magic.
He spoke.
This girl was just an ordinary elf magician (guess Her Majesty the Queen is facing the wall!). After she released her magic, she withdrew her hands, lowered her head and stood aside without making any sound.
Farai, the elf envoy standing next to Chris, further added: "I don't know why your majesty is so anxious to let us elves come to spawn such food crops, but I always feel that there is a
It smells like overuse of materials.”
Chris smiled, waved his hand, and explained: "This is actually a very important research...compared to other things done by the elves, it is much more important."
He was referring to the troublesome work outside the city, such as restoring the great glory of Seris, the capital of the Elanthir Empire.
The elves have dispatched about 300 magicians to help restore the original ecosystem in the Seris area of Ellandhill.
In order to support the development of industrial civilization, all the trees near Seris were cut down by the lumberjacks of Eilandhill.
The once lush Serris territory is now covered with bare land, either farmland or factories. Old logging areas with only tree stumps left on the hillsides are accepting the simple fact of declining air quality.
With the help of these elves, the greening of Seris has become more and more satisfying recently.
Those heavily polluting enterprises in the past have been forcibly relocated to other places in Ireland. With the improvement of greening, the place will soon return to its previous appearance.
Farai, who didn't know what was going on, was still a little unfamiliar with Chris's true intention. He just nodded and said to Chris: "We are actually very fulfilled if we can exchange our own efforts for some resources to live and work in peace and contentment."
After confirming that Elland Hill would not provide free assistance to the elves, the elves could only accept the reality and began to seek ways to eliminate the barriers with humans and exchange for human supplies.
At present, this kind of cooperation is just the beginning, and various subsequent cooperation parties are also under discussion. Chris's idea of using these advanced farmers can be said to have been basically realized.
"I very much agree with you that you think so." Chris praised: "I hope our cooperation can continue for a long time."
"Your Majesty, the queen asked me to pay attention to the status of the war against demons. I am personally very curious about this." Farai looked at the plants that had become greener and greener with the blessing of the elves' magic, and asked about the situation on the front line.
Chris didn't mean to hide it, and replied confidently: "We have gained advantages in all directions. And, I think, the advantage will soon turn into a victory."
In fact, there is no need for Chris to be unconfident. If it hadn't been for the arrival of the elves and dwarves, he would have been ready to dispatch Sky One to teach the puppet empire how to behave on the frontal battlefield.
Because it involved war secrets, Chris did not tell the elf envoys where the main attack direction of Ailan Hill was. He just gave a brief explanation of the previous victories that Ailan Hill had achieved on various fronts.
Let’s take a look at Ireland’s winning situation.
"Moreover, in a few days, I will go to the front line to personally settle the matter with the puppet empire... Mr. Farley, if you are willing, you can go with me." Having said this, Chris looked at the things placed on the front line again.
There are various kinds of plants in the containers.
Perhaps, for Chris, these magical plants in front of him are more important than the war against the puppet empire——
I'm sending you a supplementary update. I still owe you two more updates. Long Ling has not forgotten it.
