In the gate of Ironforge, a huge warhammer beat a dull war drum. The dwarf king Sumorai stood on the highest point of this newly established magnificent city, overlooking the huge chimneys emitting thick smoke.
The rise of countless factories in this city means that for the dwarves, countless hopes are being nurtured in this city.
The former king of the dwarves looked down upon the earth and the new future beneath his feet.
"Grand Duke...the army has been assembled!" A dwarf with a thick beard walked behind Sumolai, nodded slightly and said: "According to the order of His Majesty the Emperor, 50,000 dwarf warriors are ready."
"Go! Fight for the country!" Sumolai nodded and said, "Use your war hammer to crush all enemies. Long live Ailanthil!"
"As you command! Long live Eilantheil!" The dwarf stood at attention and saluted, his short body full of strength.
The thick armor was like pieces of paper on his body, and the warhammer he carried behind his back shone brightly in the early morning sun.
Behind them is a huge, newly built furnace. On both sides of the furnace are huge sculptures symbolizing the re-emergence of the dwarves under the protection of Elanthir.
It was a huge eagle emblem a hundred meters high, its spread wings guarding the giant furnace that was constantly steaming.
Under this giant furnace, there are ferrous iron ingots that are constantly being manufactured. They will be divided up by other factories and made into various types of equipment to arm various people.
Amidst the constant hammering of hammers, the constant roar of machinery stamping and casting, and the constant beating of the huge war drums of the dwarves, one armored vehicle after another, one after another
The tanks were manufactured and rolled off the new production line in Ironforge.
The Eilandhill industrial system, which had not been producing at full capacity for a long time, began to explode into its true power after a day of mobilization.
This power can be said to be indestructible. Alan Hill's persistence in focusing on economic construction has been rewarded at this moment.
Countless factories were operating at full capacity around the world, and the accumulated supplies were consumed in an instant. Cars with paint that was not completely dry were driven to soldiers' camps, and each one never appeared on the battlefield.
New weapons began to replace old items.
The black battle flag fluttered in the wind, with a huge white number 17 printed on it. In the huge camp, young soldiers and middle-aged veterans began to pack their bags in silence.
Countless soldiers recruited from all over the world gathered here. Some of them were veterans who had just retired, some were recruits who had just completed training, and some were conscripts who had been converted from reserve service to regular service.
In just one day, the military camp under the jurisdiction of the 17th Army Group, which was not noisy at first, became noisy. The number of people in this unit, which was not the main army group, instantly began to match that of the main army group.
This is not as simple as expanding the number of people. These soldiers have weapons and equipment they are familiar with, from the AK-47 assault rifles issued to them to the 155 mm caliber howitzers and T-72 main battle tanks that support their operations.
, every piece of equipment is sufficient.
They have sufficient ammunition, tents, medicine, clothing, helmets and even body armor. They have brand-new radio stations and high-power wireless phones for local communication.
Cars were parked neatly on the school grounds, with artillery pieces behind them. Behind them were rocket launchers that were still parked neatly. Some of these weapons and equipment were even produced by a military factory not far away just yesterday.
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Similarly, in the warm sunshine of the early morning, a huge figure covered an ordinary village in Ireland.
The Irish fruit farmer who got up early to take care of the farmland sat on his tractor, squinted his eyes and raised his head, looking up at the huge figure curiously.
The flagship of the Airan Hill Sky Fleet, the newly modernized Sky No. 1 floating battleship, is moving slowly towards the east.
Behind it, Sky 2 and Sky 3 were arranged on both sides, and behind it were three battleships of the same model, forming a huge triangle.
On the bridge of Sky 1, Waggron received a message from Elansil Seris from his adjutant, which contained the latest order from His Majesty the Emperor: "Destroy any enemy who does not fly the battle flag of Elansil."
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"Call back to His Majesty! Make it simple." Waglun handed the message back to the other party and ordered: "Just say one word: 'As ordered'."
"Yes! Marshal!" The other party raised his chin, stood at attention and saluted, turned around in a standard manner, and walked out of the bridge with the order.
Outside the spacious and bright glass window, sunlight shines through the sea of clouds on the huge bow of the sky battleship. There is a densely packed hatch of the vertical launch system of the Tomahawk cruise missile, and on both sides are rapid-fire cannons for air defense.
Back then, a single sky battleship sank the demon's floating city Ventilsa. Now, Eilandhir has six equally powerful battleships, and they have formed a large fleet.
There are more such battleships being built in Earth Keep, Ironforge, Seris, and Mayne. When they are completed, the size of Elanshir's sky fleet will be doubled.
"Keep the current speed and course! Our naval fleet is waiting for us! Send a telegram to General Lawns. We will arrive at the scheduled war zone in about 4 hours." Wagron said to another person standing behind him.
An officer ordered: "Stay alert and report any suspicious targets you find!"
On the tall bridge, the Eiland Hill battle flag fluttering on the mast was fluttering in the majestic wind. On the spacious apron at the end of the battleship, neatly parked F-14 Tomcat fighter jets were bathed in the morning light.
The ground crew is checking the deck. They want to ensure that these expensive and powerful fighter jets will not encounter any accidents during takeoff. In the building behind them, all the pilots are ready and sitting in their tactical discussions.
Inside, listen to the commander emphasize their future attack targets.
On the blackboard, there are colorful pictures of various demonic targets that Ailan Hill has seen, which are extremely clear.
"Your mission is very simple! Shoot down all targets that do not have identification friend or foe signals on the radar! Do you understand?" the commander tapped the blackboard with his hand and asked loudly.
"Understood!" All the pilots stared at the strange enemy targets on the blackboard and replied loudly——
Sorry, I overslept. There will be another update later, so you can watch it again tomorrow morning.
