Chapter 541: Assemble

Inside the gate of Ironforge, a huge warhammer was beating the dull drum of war. Sumorai, the king of dwarves, stood at the highest point of the newly established magnificent city, overlooking the huge smokestacks.

Countless factories have sprung up in this city, and for the dwarves it also means that countless hopes are bred in this city.

The former king of dwarves looked down on the earth like this, overlooking the new future at his feet.

"Grand Duke... the army has been assembled!" A dwarf with a thick beard walked behind Su Molai, nodded slightly and said: "According to the order of the emperor, 50,000 dwarf fighters are ready."

"Go! Fight for the country!" Su Molai nodded and said, "Smash all enemies with your warhammer, long live Ailan Hill!"

"Yes! Long live Ailan Hill!" The dwarf stood up and saluted, but his short body was full of power.

The heavy armor was like a piece of paper on his body, and the warhammer on his back was shining in the morning sun.

Behind them is a huge, just-built huge furnace. On both sides of the furnace, there are huge sculptures that symbolize the re-emergence of the dwarves under the blessing of Ailan Hill.

It was a huge eagle emblem a hundred meters high, and its unfolded wings guarded the steaming giant furnace.

And under this giant furnace, there are iron ingots that are constantly being manufactured. They will be divided up by other factories and made into various equipment to arm various people.

In the sound of hammers, the roar of machinery punching and casting, and the dwarf’s huge drums, one after another armored vehicles, one after another. The tank was built and drove away from the new production line in Ironforge.

The Ailan Hill industrial system, which had not been fully productive for a long time, began to explode its real power after a day of mobilization.

This power can be said to be invincible. Ailan Hill has always insisted on economic construction, and it has been rewarded at this moment.

Countless factories are running at full power all over the world, and the materials accumulated in an instant are consumed. Cars without completely dry paint were driven to the soldiers' camp, and new weapons that had never appeared on the battlefield began to replace old items.

The black battle flag was fluttering in the wind, and the huge white number 17 was printed on the battle flag. In the huge camp, young soldiers and middle-aged veterans began to pack their bags in silence.

Countless soldiers conscripted from all over the world have gathered here. Some of them are veterans who have just retired, some are recruits who have just finished training, and some are mobilized soldiers who have been converted to reserve.

In just one day, the barracks under the 17th Army Group, which was not originally noisy, became noisy. This unit, which was not the main army group, immediately began to match the number of the main army group.

This is not as simple as simply expanding the number of soldiers. These soldiers have familiar weapons and equipment, from the ak-47 assault rifles issued to them, to the 155mm caliber howitzer and t-72 main battle tank that support them in combat. , Every piece of equipment is sufficient.

They have plenty of ammunition, tents, medicines, bedding, helmets and even body armor. They have brand-new radio stations and high-power wireless phones for local communication.

Cars parked neatly on the school grounds, with artillery guns behind them. Behind it is the rocket launch vehicle that is still neatly parked. Some of these weapons and equipment were even produced by a military factory not far away just yesterday.

Similarly, in the warm sunshine in the early morning, a huge figure covered an ordinary Ailan Hill village.

The Ailanhill 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 Ailan Hill Sky Fleet, the newly modernized and modified Sky One floating warship, moved slowly towards the east.

Behind it, Sky 2 and Sky 3 are lined up on both sides, and behind it are three warships of the same model, forming a huge triangle.

On the bridge of Sky One, Wagron received from his adjutant a telegram from Alan Hill Seris, which read the latest order of the Emperor: "Destroy anything that does not fly the Alan Hill flag. The goal."

"Call back to your majesty! Keep it simple." Wagron handed the message back to the other party, and ordered: "Just say one word: ‘yes’."

"Yes! Marshal!" The opponent held his chin up, stood up and saluted, turned around and walked out of the bridge with orders.

Outside the spacious and bright glass windows, the sun shines through the sea of ​​clouds on the huge bow of the battleship in the sky. There is a densely packed vertical launch system hatch for Tomahawk cruise missiles, flanked by rapid-fire guns for air defense.

Back then, a sky battleship sank the devil's floating city of Vatican. Today, Ailan Hill has six equally powerful battleships and is organized into a large-scale fleet.

In the earth fort, in Ironforge, in Serris, in Mayne, there are more such warships under construction. When they are completed, the size of Ailan Hill's sky fleet will be doubled.

"Keep the current speed and heading! Our naval fleet is waiting for us! Send a telegram to General Lawnes, and in about 4 hours, we will arrive at the scheduled battle zone." Wagron confronted the other standing behind him. The officer ordered: "Keep vigilant and report any suspicious targets!"

Above the tall bridge, the Airanhill battle flag flying on the mast fluttered in the air. On the spacious tarmac at the end of the battleship, a neatly parked F-14 Tomcat fighter jet was bathed in the morning light.

The ground crew is inspecting the deck. They want to make sure that these expensive and powerful fighters will not encounter any accidents during takeoff. In the building behind them, all the pilots were ready to sit in their tactical discussion room and listen to the commander's emphasis on their future targets.

On the blackboard, all kinds of demon targets that Ailan Hill had seen had colorful pictures, very clear.

"Your mission is very simple! All the targets on the radar that do not have identification signals of foe or foe are shot down! Do you understand?" the commander asked loudly, tapping on the blackboard with his hand.

"Understand!" All the pilots stared at the strange enemy targets on the blackboard, and replied loudly--

Sorry, I overslept. There will be a change later. You can watch it tomorrow morning.