The two young dragon descendants left, leaving only one ancient dragon who has completed mechanical immortality in the huge prototype room, and countless mechanical equipment accompanying the dragon.
Amidst the melodious chirping of various equipment in the room, the golden dragon Andal slightly shook his head. Hundreds of alloy joints and electronic nerve bundles assisted him to complete this simple movement. His eyes turned to the There was a crystal hanging curtain, and a low voice that seemed to be talking to himself came from the speaker next to the platform: "What do you think of this matter?"
The crystal veils around the platform stopped refreshing data and images at the same time, and the flowing light spots quickly combined into clear images, and majestic dragons appeared on those thin display media—some of them maintained Some are in the form of giant dragons, some are human images, some have undergone a thorough mechanical or electronic transformation like Andal, and some are young and natural.
The elders of these councils seem to have been paying attention to what happened in this room. When Andal’s voice fell, a giant blue dragon immediately responded: “The development route and range of changes in this season’s civilization are indeed beyond the past, but We have no way of determining their final outcome, and in view of the special circumstances of Tarrond, we can only wait and see."
"We have been watching for hundreds of thousands of years, and how many civilizations that had some hope are going to perish under our watching," another giant dragon couldn't help but said, "Maybe we should take some positive measures this time. means."
"We must be alert to the lessons brought about by the anti-tide chaos. All our positive actions may lead to greater backlash..."
The Rebellion against the Tide seems to be a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the Dragon Clan forever. When the word was uttered, even Speaker Andal's eyes narrowed slightly.
In the short silence, another elder broke the silence: "The silver empire of the elves once reached a technological critical point, and the god of nature who had the greatest influence on them has fallen. I think the silver empire is the most worthy of attention among all the variables. …”
"But elves have the same flaws as us, and they have trouble breaking through that lock...their average lifespan is too long."
Listening to the conversation of the jury members, Speaker Andal just closed his eyes slightly and said nothing, until the surrounding discussions gradually subsided, he opened his eyelids and looked forward slightly: "Omega, what do you say to Baiyin?" What is the estimated value of the empire?"
The discussion in the room fell silent for a while, and a crystal veil in front of Andal suddenly dimmed, and then a ring image that was constantly breaking and reorganizing appeared on the display medium, accompanied by a mechanized synthesized voice: "...0.33 percent, Andal."
"What about the new Cecil Empire?"
"Insufficient data, unable to evaluate at the moment, Andal."
"What was the highest evaluation value of the Gondor Empire?"
"Query historical data... 0.42 percent."
Andal expressed his thanks, and after Omega's data connection went back to standby, the ancient dragon raised his eyes and looked around.
"It's still too early to discuss the final assessment. Friends, whether it's the Silver Empire or the Cecil Empire, if they want to become 'variables', they must at least survive first."
While Andal was talking, the recent changes in the situation of the countries in the Loren Continent came to mind from the agents at all levels.
A nascent Cecil Empire that urgently needs to recuperate, and a Typhon Empire that is developing to a critical stage and urgently needs to break through the bottleneck.
The world outside of Tarrond is constantly changing. In the land dominated by humans, dynasties and countries change. In this fierce and turbulent era, can the new country survive? Or... it will become the nourishment of another huge empire...
…
On the border of the Cecil Empire, the Fortress of Longwind, Commander Maryland led his most trusted lieutenants to the barracks area on the south side of the castle area.
Several teams of recruits are training in formation in the open space outside the castle. These farmers recruited from the fields were summoned by the instructors to an open space, and carried out some of the most basic orders from morning till night—arranging neatly, walking in line, stopping, and walking towards the ground. Look left or right, turn around, walk in formation again...a practice for hours, days on end.
They were trained by the instructors of the Cecil Legion from the southern border. These instructors had experienced the most severe battlefield test on the Holy Spirit Plain, but what they had to face here was another kind of test: poorly disciplined and illiterate conscripts from the eastern border Slower than stones, they can't even tell the difference between the left and right feet, let alone understand the instructor's order. Letting them march in line is a test for everyone—everyone here includes the soldiers receiving training, as well as the training staff. The instructors, even the veterans and other company commanders who watched the process.
But the instructors still have full patience and various effective means: In this era of extreme poverty among the bottom farmers, the reward of an egg or a bowl of meat porridge is enough to make those conscripts bury their heads in training for a whole day. Simplified instructions and the stupid method of memorizing instructions can allow those illiterate soldiers to understand the commander's intentions in the fastest time. When Maryland walked through the training ground, he saw a group of soldiers standing in a narrow On the soil slope, the instructor held a long bamboo pole and shouted the left and right passwords—
When shouting left, the bamboo pole will knock from the left side of the soil slope, and when shouting right, the bamboo pole will knock on the other side. If you lift your leg according to the order, you can avoid the beating. All day, the next day will know about.
If beating for one day doesn't work, then beat for two days, if two days doesn't work, then three days.
The method is stupid, but effective. Under the premise that most soldiers are illiterate, it can almost be said to be the most effective method.
And those soldiers who have been trained for about a week are obviously much better than the conscripts who just came here. They can at least keep walking in a straight line for one or two laps, and when they stop and line up Hardly a huddle—simple, poor standards that might sound ridiculous to a Cecil veteran, but Maryland knows what these conscripts look like when they first come in, and knows how to make a bunch of illiterate soldiers figure it out" How difficult are the two commands of "start and walk" and "stand still", in his opinion, those recruits who can walk in a straight line are already a miracle.
He saw the instructors walking around the edge of the playground with trainee recruits who could line up neatly, leading them with their heads held high in front of those conscripts who were still training "left" and "right". All the teams held their heads high, because they had already put on neat cloth training uniforms, and the neat uniforms seemed to bring some incredible sense of pride to these recruits.
The initial sense of honor was built in uniforms and appearances on the training ground.
Those uniform, neat and handsome dark blue cloth training uniforms were issued recently. Ordinary cloth cannot bring any battlefield protection like enchanted metal, but the imperial emblem on the training uniforms and the "sense of unity" of a large number of uniforms "It is enough to bring some encouragement to the soldiers on the training ground. Even apart from these two points, for conscripts, mostly from poor peasant households, joining the army to get a strong and beautiful new clothes is already a thing in itself. It is a great thing to know that under normal circumstances, a poor peasant household would have no new clothes for a whole year.
Maryland heard from Philip that the cost of these uniforms is quite low. Some of the fabrics used to make them come from the textile mills in the south, and the other comes from Typhon. Driven by industrial production, the once expensive cloth and its products have long since become cheap. , within two years, more textile factories and garment factories will open all over the east (because there are large cotton fields in the east), cheap ready-made clothes will soon be something that everyone in this land can have, just As has already happened in the South.
"At least, these recruits already have a 'frame'," Maryland said to the people around him after walking through the training ground, "so that they look like individual soldiers standing on the wall, rather than a group of fresh grass." The farmer who traded his fork for a knife."
"The new training code can indeed allow recruits to master the basic discipline in the shortest possible time, but airs are airs after all, and I don't know if it can scare the Typhon people," the adjutant said next to him, "The previous 'increasing troops' operation It has indeed produced certain effects, but it may also arouse the suspicion of the Typhon people. Recently, they have frequently sent spies to move around the fortress, as if they want to inquire further."
"It doesn't matter, our plan has more than one ring..."
Maryland shook his head with a smile, left the training ground with his cronies, and returned to the private room in the castle. After screening out the irrelevant personnel except the adjutant, he opened his dedicated magic terminal...
…
Cecil City, Machinery Manufacturing Plant, on the central platform dubbed the "Mechanical Throne", the chubby Nicholas Egg is floating in the center of his domain, manipulating a lot of parts floating around, happily assembling a All kinds of structures required by the blueprints, and the sound of various machine tools and magic devices in operation surround him. This sound is almost noise to the ears of ordinary people, but it sounds like some kind of rhythmic music to his ears. , making the ball feel comfortable.
The mechanics bachelors and magic technicians in the factory are talking about the establishment of the empire and the impressive coronation ceremony the most recently. Passers-by in the city are also discussing the recent market changes and the news on the radio. However, Mr. Nicholas is obviously not as interested in these things as he is in machines and metals. He is more fascinated by the new blueprints about flying machines that Minister Rebecca sent to him recently, and the second armored train "Iron Throne" - For him, there is nothing more interesting than working with metal and machines for the construction plan of "Monster Python".
But an unexpected communication interrupted his pleasant work plan today—a mechanic bachelor in work uniform hurried to the Mechanic Throne and shouted loudly: "Director! Your magic network communication! From Long Wind Fortress!!"
Nicholas Dan always muttered a few words in depression, and the metal parts floating around slowly fell to the ground. .”
Leaving the busy workshop, Nicholas Egg came to the quiet communication room. The magic net terminal was flickering in the center of the room, and the figure of Maryland, the commander of Changfeng Fortress, was appearing on the holographic projection.
Seeing the commander who had been looking for him to remind him before, the Iron Ball Starman took the initiative to say hello: "Oh, Maryland—the Iron Throne has been repaired, but it will not be able to drive to you until the railway is paved."
"I know, I'm not here to press the Iron Throne," the fortress commander in the holographic projection said with a smile, "I'm here to ask you to place a new order."
"Order?" The huge metal ball floated in the air, "What order?"
"Order a batch of magic armor and combat backpack, as well as matching melting swords and magic terminals, and deliver them within five days."
"Oh, it doesn't sound like a big problem, how much do you want?"
"Seven to eight thousand sets, if possible, 10,000 to 20,000 sets would be fine..."
Nicholas Dan Zong trembled, and almost fell to the ground on the spot: "Oh my god, this ball hits your head with a vertical take-off and landing, okay!! You are bored with the Typhon people staring and staring at the ball for fun?!"
"I haven't finished yet," Maryland interrupted hastily, "I want 'special'."
"Special? What kind of special law?"
"As far as I know, the most complicated and time-consuming process of making magic armor and matching magic weapons should be the link of engraving runes and inlaying crystals, right?"
"Well... that's about it," Nicholas Dan calmed down from the horrified state just now, and after realizing that the fortress commander on the opposite side was not joking, he also began to think seriously, "In addition, there is an adjustment test for the calibration structure. In the case of guide terminals, the assembly of the internal movable mechanical structure is also a time-consuming link, and this part of the process is still completed manually."
"Then what if we only make a set of shells? No runes, no inlaid crystals, no internal mechanical structures..."
"That's equivalent to a stamped metal plate!"
With a smile on her face, Maryland nodded vigorously: "It can even be simpler. It can be formed with iron sheets at one time, and it can also be processed with defective products that are ready to be returned to the furnace. Even if the quality is so poor that it can only be fixed with iron wire, I Both."
"... What are you going to do?" Nicholas looked blank (although his superficial face was still funny), "Wait a minute, did your order superior agree?"
"I have already submitted an application to my superiors, and you should have received the news before this evening. As for what I want to do..." Maryland smiled slightly, "I plan to occupy the top pass with thousands of troops..."
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