Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Burning Ember Kingdom, Beifeng Castle.

The streets were bustling with people and monsters coming and going more hurriedly than usual, while the cries of newsboys and the blaring of loudspeakers came and went, echoing noisily in the city.

"Excuse me! The Principality of Bosque attacked the free trade caravan on the Margu trade route!"

"Excuse me! The Principality of Bosque, the Principality of Fano, the Principality of Carter, etc. have officially established the so-called 'Anti-Red Dragon Alliance'!"

"The Alliance officially declares war on the Kingdom!"

"Marshal Doro issued a statement, believing that this is a naked humiliation to the kingdom, and the Northlanders must pay an unforgettable price!"

"Mr. Trump held a press conference and gave instructions during the meeting: The undeclared war by the countries in the North is contrary to morality and has seriously trampled on the peace and order of Anzeta. Their abilities and morals are not enough to manage this vast area. Of the land, only His Majesty is qualified to be the supreme leader and actual manager of Anzeta.”

After what the kingdom officially called the "Magur Incident", the citizens of the Burning Kingdom did not become panicked and frightened like the people of other countries. Instead, the entire country fell into an atmosphere of fanaticism and restlessness. middle.

In the eyes of others, the arrival of war means disaster, death, and hunger, but in the eyes of the citizens of the kingdom, war is a symbol of honor, a channel to obtain money and status, and even more, to become a dragon-blood noble - to gain powerful power, The precious opportunities of a long life can be called a ladder to the sky.

As for losing the war?

They never thought about it.

Even if someone does question it, it will only cause laughter from the people around them and regard them as cowards and cowards.

The constant invincibility, strong military strength, and the existence of the red dragon give the citizens of the kingdom absolute confidence in war. Victory is just something that is within easy reach. What is more important is to enjoy the process of victory.

In their eyes, war is not only a bloody fight, a contest of strength, but also a sacrificial ceremony to please the king, a baptism of blood.

Yes, sacrificial ritual.

In a few years, within the vast territory of the kingdom, the Ember King has replaced Tempus, the god of war that the Scanyans once believed in, and has become the embodiment of war, a symbol of glory and victory.

The Burning Ember Kingdom officials did not suppress the news of the "Magur Incident", but instead spread it widely.

Therefore, under the strong official propaganda, the news spread throughout the kingdom within a few days, and the whole country entered a state of war readiness. Troops from various places began to mobilize urgently, and thousands of bipedal flying dragons came out and appeared around the city. and the sky above.

Ordnance factories across the country were operating at high speed day and night, and even civilian factories were urgently renovated to produce production lines. Encouraged by money and status, workers continued to produce the most advanced and brand-new weapons and equipment day and night.

The door of the military hall was crowded with all kinds of "people", all of whom came to participate in military recruitment.

As a country with diverse races, the Kingdom of Burning Ember naturally has an exceptionally rich source of soldiers. In addition to the most common humans, hobgoblins, and tieflings, the citizens who join the army also include ogres, half-orcs, pure-blooded snakemen, and even half-blooded people. Human and half-ogre, I don’t know who made such a big sacrifice for the racial exchange in the kingdom.

Players are even more eager for such large-scale war activities, and the forum is full of posts about "recruiting teammates" and "looking for partners on the battlefield."

Players' figures wandering around also appear in various war-related departments, such as military factories and recruitment offices. The top guilds and professional players have received official notification from the kingdom, and they have been organized into a special formation of Starfaller troops, under the direct command of Marshal Doro.

The entire kingdom is completely in motion, and everyone is like a cog in it. This terrifying war machine is about to show its true power to the world.

The No. 4 Food Processing Plant has now been converted into the No. 4 Alternate Military Factory.

The production line that originally produced canned food was urgently transformed into a production line for processing military rations, but there was not much difference, except for some adjustments in preservation and dosage.

As the acting person in charge here, George is naturally very busy. He has not slept for almost three days.

Yes, acting head.

Due to the beginning of the war, the original factory manager Big Head was urgently transferred because he was an ogre and had artillery experience. He may become a member of the ogre heavy artillery unit. And George naturally became the acting head of the factory, and may be promoted to the actual supervisor in the future.

However, he was not happy about this for long, and he got into intensive work.

George looked tired and there were heavy dark circles around his eyes, but he still took notes with a pen and did not forget to urge him.

"We have only completed 70% of the standards given by the superiors. The progress is really too slow."

"Eight thousand one hundred and forty cans of rations, one thousand seven hundred and thirty four cans of lunch meat, no one can be missing."

"This is a death order from above, cheer me up!"

George walked up to the sleepy Howard and yelled.

The long hours of work made George feel a little irritable. He could no longer treat his former co-workers as gently as usual, and could only continue to put pressure on them, because only in this way could he ensure the completion of the heavy tasks.

"Yes, yes, sir."

Howard suddenly opened his eyes and apologized repeatedly.

He was numbly busy on the assembly line, sealing cans one by one. After a long period of repeated work, this had almost formed a conditioned reflex.

George patrolled back and forth in the factory, staring nervously at the workers. As long as they had the slightest slack, they would be discovered, but this also made George feel exhausted.

"Am I going to be in this factory for the rest of my life?"

"I've had enough of those smelly cans, the damn additives."

While sitting on the chair, George couldn't help but think to himself.

He slowly raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and wanted to take a rest, but he was soon awakened by the noise of the food mixer.

It was by chance that George saw the recruitment advertisement posted on the wall of the factory.

"War is the proving ground for men."

In the picture, a dragon-blood noble wearing armor is holding a long sword, looking into the distance in the breeze, surrounded by the corpses of enemies.

George was a little shaken, and he murmured to himself:

"war."

"This is the fastest way to climb up."

"However, this also means giving up the status we currently hold and risking our lives."

He looked at the poster, carefully observing the scales appearing on the face of the dragon-blood noble, and finally gritted his teeth, seemingly making some determination.

"I want to be a real big shot."

There will be more tonight, let’s start with a chapter