Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Wooo--"

The sound of whistles, machines running, and iron wheels turning on the tracks came to my ears.

There are several tracks on the wide Feilong Street in Istalia, and steam locomotives are running on them, carrying all kinds of people to various places in the city.

"Extra! The latest Imperial Daily! His Majesty Cassius has come to the Fire Elemental Plane to expand the territory again!"

"Klauber Military Industry Group issued a statement, unconditionally supporting all special actions of the Imperial Taxation Department and severely criticizing any tax evasion."

"Recruiting armed guards! Escort the caravan to the Fadlan area! Requirements"

"Recruiting teammates to the latest Giant Ruins copy, requiring level 4 or above, sufficient combat experience, no wild magic warlocks! No wild magic warlocks!"

"Damo Blacksmith Shop, the paradise of adventurers, your best choice for making equipment-"

"Citizens, please abide by the rules!"

"His Majesty Cassius is always watching your every move!"

The two-legged dragon carrying the knight flapped its wings and flew over at low altitude.

Listening to this noisy and familiar voice, looking at the people of all kinds on the street, George, who was sitting by the window, smiled.

"So."

"They are the real 'empire dream'."

George then remembered why he settled in Istalia and was proud of this city.

This place is always full of vitality, filled with impure, wild and rough vitality.

Whether it is the street vendors, the shouting newsboys, the hawking blacksmiths or the weird starfallers, they are constantly climbing up and doing whatever it takes to do so - just like he used to be.

The Northland once made him feel desperate, and the gap between the nobles and the common people was like a natural moat.

This is an all-round gap in status, resources, vision and military power. This gap makes the nobles and slaves like two species from different worlds.

Even if he worked hard, he would at most get a compliment from the nobles, "This is a capable animal."

Under the order of the Northland, everyone is tightly bound to their position and cannot get out of it for the rest of their lives.

And George, who was branded with the mark of a slave, was born to be pressed under the feet of everyone. This is his fate as a slave.

Humble as dust, cheap as grass.

According to the words of the pastor in the church, the soul of a slave is a defective product made of smelly water and dirty ashes, and it needs to be purified through continuous labor.

In George's eyes, the former Northern Kingdom was like a decayed

Thinking of this, George couldn't help shuddering and whispered: "Fortunately. Fortunately, the North has perished."

George was unfortunate because he was a humble slave since birth.

But he was also lucky.

Because he was different from his ancestors and thousands of slaves from generation to generation - he got the opportunity to change his fate.

The emperor came out like the sun and crushed the Northern United Kingdom, which had been passed down for thousands of years.

The empire completely destroyed the order of the North, dragged the nobles to the guillotine, and established a new order.

George knew very well that the Burning Empire was not fair or kind. It was like a terrible mechanical beast, incorporating everyone into its huge body.

But it is also tolerant. It gives everyone a chance to rise. If you work hard for the empire, the empire may give you a little reward - in Trump's words, this is called "social mobility".

And George is the lucky one. He hit several great lucks in succession. First, he obtained first-class citizenship by reporting spies, and then became a baron by joining the army.

George's story was even published in the Empire Daily, which made him a role model for many people of humble origins to struggle.

Thinking of this, looking at the people hurrying outside the window, George felt quite sad.

But soon, Grace's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"George, what are you looking at?"

George turned his head: "Nothing, just look at the scenery on the road. Istalia is developing faster and faster."

Grace smiled and said: "All the resources in the country are concentrated in Istalia. How can it not change quickly?"

"You probably don't go out much, right? This place near Feilong Street is nothing. The Emperor Square is the most prosperous. Next time I'll take you to see the newly completed Grand Arena. That's spectacular."

"I have heard of it, but I'm not very interested."

George also smiled, turned his head again, and pointed out the window: "After all, once you have seen it, no matter what kind of building you see, you will only feel it is commonplace."

Grace looked in the direction of George's finger and saw the Istalia Altar standing tall on the ground, overlooking all the people in the city.

It was surrounded by thin clouds, and the magnificent building built of white marble seemed to not exist in the world.

Even in the most marginal corner of Istalia, looking up, you can still see the white altar and think of the glory of His Majesty the Emperor.

He was a little stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: "Of course, after all, that is the holy place where His Majesty Cassius was crowned emperor."

"I watched it rise into the sky with my own eyes, and the scene was really... unforgettable."

"Yes."

George also sighed.

"I also participated in the altar construction project, just two years ago. At that time, Istalia was just a wilderness. Who could have imagined that it would develop into the city it is now?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. We don't know the big shots who really decide the fate of the empire. Who can know what will happen in the future?"

Grace nodded slightly and agreed with George's words, but as if he remembered something, he spoke again: "By the way, have you heard about the new system of the Military Department?"

"What does the military rank system seem to be called?"

George thought for a while, recalled the news he heard a few days ago, and continued: "I heard from them that it is a hierarchical system that is independent of the title system and tailor-made for the army."

"A battalion commander like us should be awarded the title of lieutenant colonel. It seems that he will also be issued a brochure."

Grace waved her hand with a bit of disdain in her voice: "That's nothing, it won't have any impact on those of us who have been knighted for a long time."

He came forward and said seriously, "I'm talking about the 'military specialization' that Marshal Doro mentioned in his latest statement!"

George was suddenly curious.

"What is that? I haven't bought today's Imperial Military Journal yet."

Grace took out a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of his military uniform and said proudly: "It's useless to buy it. This is news that will be released in two days. I asked a friend in the Propaganda Department to know it in advance. "

"You should know that the empire has opened up many colonies recently, right?"

George nodded: "Of course, there is the Brass Fortress in the Fire Elemental Plane, the Dragon Shadow City in the Underdark Region, and the Casper Hills in the south."

Grace said: "You have to know that the environments of these three places are very different - the Fire Elemental Plane is as hot as purgatory, the Underdark is dim all year round, and the environment of Casper Hills is the closest to Anzetta. It will even be warmer.”

George suddenly understood: "That's why we need to carry out the so-called 'military specialization', right? The empire specially trains troops corresponding to a certain battlefield to deal with the extreme local environment."

"Right, that is it."

Grace's expression was quite serious: "This is a major event that determines our future! Do you want to go to the Fire Elemental Plane and the Dark Territory to suffer? Or go to the south to win military exploits?"

“It’s really a big deal.”

George looked at the documents in his hand with a slightly solemn expression.

Indeed, the empire's peace will not last long. For this beast born for war, expansion is its instinct.

For imperial minions like George, the most important thing is where to go in the future and whether they can make achievements.

"Is the military specialized?"

However, the piercing whistle sounded, interrupting his contemplation.

"Woo——"

"The [Empire's Third Military Training Base] station is here, please get off the bus in an orderly manner."

With the help of a simple loudspeaker, the conductor's voice spread throughout the carriage, and the officers and soldiers on board got off one after another.

"I'm leaving first, George."

"Okay, see you later."

The two got out of the train and walked to different areas of the military training base.

George was attached to the Imperial Infantry, while Grace was attached to the Artillery Corps.

In the Unification War, Grace opened fire decisively, accurately hit the enemy's headquarters, killing a Northland earl, and then stood out from the many ogre artillery.

"Good day, Viscount Seth."

"Um."

Walking into the infantry base, the races inside are extremely complex, with hobgoblins, ogres, humans, and tieflings all appearing from time to time.

However, most of the positions of hobgoblins and tieflings are relatively high. They are basically elders who joined during the Ember Nest period, with the duke as the backstage.

This was something George could not envy.

However, after possessing dragon blood, racial conflicts have weakened a lot - for people in the imperial army, dragon blood is the only criterion for testing whether a bloodline is noble.

The identity of Baron George can only be regarded as common in this military camp.

The supreme commander of his unit was a hobgoblin marquis, a senator who followed Marshal Doro.

Seeing the hobgoblin approaching in a hurry, George quickly saluted and said hello - this was his direct superior, Arturo Redridge.

Hobgoblins often have names in this style.

"Good day, Count Arturo, you look very good today."

"George?"

The tall dragon-veined hobgoblin lowered his head and took a look at the human in front of him.

This George was originally just a reservist who came in halfway, but because of his extraordinarily hard training, he was promoted to a full soldier and made many meritorious deeds on the battlefield.

Arturo thought highly of this human being.

Hobgoblins often despise humans from the bottom of their hearts, calling them "upright-walking lambs" and "cowards."

But the knowledgeable Arturo knew that human beings had far more potential than they imagined.

Judging from his experience, although the hobgoblins are of the same race, they are often ruthless careerists, while humans are much easier to control and manage.

"You're here just in time. I'm about to hold a military meeting. Follow me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

George responded quickly.

He followed the hobgoblin count through the spiral staircase in the base, and soon reached the second floor and entered the conference room.

After waiting for half an hour, the officers of each regiment and battalion arrived.

After the military system reform a few months ago, the imperial infantry used the battalion as the basic tactical unit. Each battalion has four to six companies, about 300 to 600 people; three battalions make a regiment; six regiments make a division.

The "corps" above the division is a strategic unit, which contains the nature of a combination of various arms, equipped with several infantry, cavalry, and artillery divisions.

For example, the Seventh Corps where George is located includes three infantry divisions, a dragon beast heavy cavalry division, and an artillery division dominated by ogres.

George is a battalion commander of the Third Regiment of the Second Infantry Division of the Seventh Corps. He has 473 people under his command, most of whom are humans.

And Arturo Red Ridge is the commander of the Second Infantry Division.

In the meeting room, Count Arturo sat in the main seat, the regiment commanders sat around the long table, and George and other battalion commanders stood on the periphery.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Arturo said loudly: "Everyone, have you heard some rumors recently?"

A captain replied cautiously: "Master Arturo, you are talking about the 'specialization of the army' mentioned by Marshal Doro, right?"

"That's right."

The earth elf nodded slightly, stood up, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Since you know the basic situation, then I will say it directly - the army of the empire will usher in a major reshuffle, and your days of doing nothing every day are over!"

"Marshal Doro specifically instructed to establish a specialized and systematic force to cope with the environment of each battlefield."

The earth elf waved his hand, the magic crystal lit up, and the purgatory-like scene of the fire elemental plane appeared in front of everyone.

"Soldiers with a high degree of dragonization can voluntarily sign up to join the Fire Element Plane Development Corps."

"You will undergo special training, get various heat-resistant equipment, and go to the most dangerous and harshest Fire Element Plane - but in return, you can also gain rich military exploits there!"

"Some of those whose strength does not meet the requirements will be incorporated into the local border defense corps and stationed at the border."

"And the most elite troops will be integrated into the Empire Continental Corps and join the great cause of conquering the Fianso continent in the future."

Arturo slapped the table with an excited tone, and the magic image showed a vast continent, a majestic city, and even the Holy City of Fadlan.

The officers attending the meeting were in an uproar.

Arturo said in a heavy tone and with a burning gaze: "The superiors will send military advisers to investigate us."

"Whether to stay in the homeland, go to the dark region, the fire elemental plane, or go to the rich southern continent, it all depends on your own choice!"

George looked at the image on the table, silent, his heart was already surging, and the golden pupils flickered.

"Istalia is good, but - I want to see a wider world and conquer the south for His Majesty Cassius!"

He clenched his fists gradually, and his eyes became more determined.

Many officers in the conference room also had different expressions, and many even wanted to go to the fire elemental plane to try their luck.

Monsters and humans live together, have common beliefs and languages, and submit to the same empire rule.

They go to various planes, bring muskets and cannons to every corner of the world, and disregard their lives for power and money, and to keep climbing up.

This is a fanatical era, this is - the era of the empire.

——Seeking monthly tickets——(End of this chapter)