The two young Dragons left, leaving only an ancient Giant Dragon who had completed mechanical immortality and countless machines accompanying the Giant Dragon in the huge prototype room.
As the various equipment in the room hummed softly, the Golden Colossal Dragon Andarll slightly moved his head. Hundreds of alloy joints and electronic nerve bundles helped him complete that simple movement. His eyes turned to a crystal curtain in front of him, and a low voice came from the speaker beside the platform. "What do you all think of this?" It sounded like he was talking to himself.
The crystal curtains around the platform stopped refreshing data and images at the same time. The flowing light spots quickly combined into clear images, and majestic Dragons appeared on the thin display media. Some of them maintained the form of a Giant Dragon, some were in human form, some were completely mechanical or electronic like Andal, and some were young and natural.
These elders seemed to have been paying attention to what was happening in the room. As soon as Andal's voice trailed off, a blue Giant Dragon immediately replied, "The development of the civilization in this season and the extent of change is indeed greater than before, but we can't be sure of their final outcome. Given the special situation of Tarlonde, we can only wait and see."
"We have been on the sidelines for hundreds of thousands of years. Many civilizations that had a certain amount of hope had perished while we were on the sidelines." Another dragon could not help but say, "Perhaps we should take some proactive measures this time."
"We have to be wary of the lessons of the Reverse Tide. All of our positive actions may lead to a greater backlash …"
The Reverse Tide seemed to be a sword hanging over the Dragons' heads forever. When the word came out, even Speaker Andal narrowed his eyes slightly.
And in the brief silence, another elder broke the silence. "The Silver Empire of the elves had once reached a technological critical point, and the God of Nature, who had the greatest impact on them, had fallen. I think the Silver Empire is the most noteworthy of all the variables …"
"But the elves have the same flaw as us. They can't break that lock … Their average lifespan is too long."
Hearing the discussion of the members of the council, President Andal just closed his eyes slightly and did not say a word. It was only when the discussion around him gradually subsided that he opened his eyes and looked forward slightly. "Omega, what is your evaluation of the Silver Empire?"
The discussion in the room quieted down for a moment, and a crystal curtain in front of Andal suddenly dimmed, and then an image of a broken ring appeared on the display media, followed by a mechanical synthetic voice. "… 0.33%, Andal."
"What about the new Cecil Empire?"
"Insufficient data, unable to evaluate at the moment, Andal."
"What was the highest evaluation of the Kingdom of Gondor?"
"Historical data … 0.42%."
Andal expressed his gratitude. After Omega's data connection returned to standby mode, the ancient Giant Dragon raised his eyes and looked around.
"It is too early to discuss the final evaluation. Friends, whether it is the Silver Empire or the Cecil Empire, they must at least survive to become 'variables'."
As Andar spoke, he recalled the recent changes in the situation of the various countries in the Luolun Continent that had been sent back by the various agents.
A new Cecil Empire that urgently needed to recuperate, and a Typhon Empire that had reached a critical stage of development and urgently needed to break through the bottleneck.
The world outside of the Tarlonde Empire was constantly changing. In the land ruled by humans, dynasties and countries changed. In this violent and turbulent year, could the new country survive? Or … would it become the nourishment of another huge empire …
…
At the border of the Cecil Empire, in Changfeng Stronghold, Commander Maryland led his most trusted adjutant to the barracks area south of the castle area.
Several teams of recruits were training in formation in the open space outside the castle. These farmers, who were recruited from the fields, were called to an open space by their instructors. From morning to night, they carried out some of the most basic orders: line up neatly, walk in formation, stop, look left or right, turn around, walk in formation again … The training lasted for several hours, and it was like this for several days in a row.
They were trained by the instructors of the Cecil Regiment from the Southern Territory. These instructors had experienced the harshest battlefield test in the Whitsunday Plains, but here they had to face another kind of test: the poorly disciplined and illiterate Eastern Region recruits were even duller than rocks. They couldn't even distinguish between left and right feet, let alone understand the orders of their instructors. Making them march in formation was a test for everyone. Everyone here, including the soldiers who were receiving training, the instructors who were carrying out the training, and even the veterans and commanders of the other companies who were watching from the side.
However, the instructors were still very patient and had a variety of effective methods. In this era of extreme poverty among the lower-class farmers, an egg or a bowl of meat porridge as a reward was enough to make the rash recruits train hard for a whole day. Various simplified instructions and the clumsy method of memorizing instructions allowed the illiterate soldiers to understand the commander's intention in the shortest time possible. When Maryland walked through the training ground, he saw a group of soldiers standing on a narrow slope. The instructor was holding a long bamboo pole and shouting the commands to his left and right.
When the instructors shouted left, the bamboo pole would hit from the left side of the slope. When the instructors shouted right, the bamboo pole would hit from the other side. Soldiers who raised their legs according to the order could avoid being hit. Soldiers who could not distinguish the order would fall down in a sorry state, and after a whole day of falling down, they would know left and right the next day.
If falling down for a day did not work, then they would fall down for two days. If two days did not work, then three days.
This method was stupid but effective. Under the premise that most of the soldiers were illiterate, this could be said to be the most effective method.
As for the soldiers who had already undergone a week of training, their performance was clearly much better than the recruits who had just arrived. They were able to maintain a straight line for at least one or two laps. Furthermore, when they stopped in formation, they would not bump into each other. Such a simple and inferior standard might be laughable in the eyes of a Cecil veteran, but Maryland knew how the recruits were like when they first arrived. He also knew how difficult it was for a group of illiterate soldiers to understand the two orders of "start walking" and "stop." In his opinion, it was already a miracle for the new recruits to be able to walk in a straight line.
He saw that the instructors were leading the recruits who could line up neatly to walk around the edge of the field, leading them to walk with their heads held high in front of the recruits who were still training "left" and "right". The former team all had their heads held high because they had already put on the cloth training uniform. The uniform seemed to bring an incredible sense of pride to these recruits.
The initial sense of honor was established in the uniform and the appearance of the training ground.
The neat, neat, and handsome dark blue cloth training uniform was recently issued. Ordinary cloth could not provide any protection on the battlefield like enchanted metal, but the imperial emblem on the training uniform and the sense of unity of the uniform were enough to bring some kind of encouragement to the soldiers on the training ground. Even without these two points, for most of the recruits who came from poor farmers, it was already a great thing to be able to get a sturdy and beautiful new uniform after joining the army. It should be known that under normal circumstances, a poor farmer would not have new clothes to wear for a whole year.
Maryland heard from Philip that the cost of these uniforms was quite low. The cloth used to make them came from the textile factories in the Southern Territory, and the other part came from Typhon. With the promotion of industrial production, the once expensive cloth and its products had become cheap. Within two years, more textile factories and garment factories would open all over the Eastern Territory (because the Eastern Territory had a large area of cotton fields). Cheap ready-made clothes would soon become something that everyone in the land could own, just like what had happened in the Southern Territory.
"At least these recruits have a 'frame' now," Maryland said to the people beside him as he walked through the training ground. "So that when they stand on the wall, they look like soldiers instead of a group of farmers who have just replaced their pitchforks with swords and spears."
"The new training manual can indeed let the recruits master the basic discipline in the shortest time, but a frame is still a frame. I don't know if it can scare the people of Typhon," the adjutant said next to him. "The previous' reinforcement 'did have a certain effect, but it may have also aroused the suspicion of the people of Typhon. Recently, they have been frequently sending out spies around the fortress. It seems that they want to further investigate."
"It doesn't matter. Our plan has more than one step..."
Maryland smiled and shook his head. He left the training ground with his confidants and returned to the private room in the castle. After dismissing all unrelated personnel except for the adjutant, he turned on his personal magical terminal...
...
Cecil City, Machinery Manufacturing Institute. On the central platform that was jokingly called the "Mechanical Throne", the rotund Nicholas Egg was floating in the air. Boss Egg was floating in the center of his domain, controlling a large pile of floating parts and happily assembling all kinds of structures required by the blueprint. The sound of all kinds of machine tools and magical devices as they operated surrounded him. The sound that sounded like noise to the ears of ordinary people sounded like some kind of beautiful music to his ears, making the ball feel comfortable.
The most popular topic of the mechanical scholars and magical engineers in the manufacturing institute was the establishment of the Empire and the impressive coronation ceremony. The passers-by in the city were also discussing the recent market changes and the news on the radio. But Nicholas Egg was not as interested in these things as machines and metals. He was more fascinated by the new blueprints of the flying machine that Minister Rebecca had recently sent to him, as well as the construction plan of the second armored train, the "Iron Throne: Anaconda on Earth". For him, there was nothing more interesting than dealing with metals and machines.
But an unexpected communication interrupted his happy work plan. A mechanical scholar in a work uniform rushed to the front of the Mechanical Throne and shouted, "Sir! Your Magic Net communication! It's from Changfeng Fortress! "
Nicholas Egg? Egghead muttered a few words gloomily, and the floating metal parts around him slowly fell to the ground. As he floated down the round table, he told the assistant beside him, "Don't touch the things here, I'll come back and continue."
Leaving the lively workshop, Nicholas Egg came to a silent communication room. Egghead came to the quiet communication room. The magic network terminal was flickering in the center of the room, and the figure of Commander Maryland of Longwind Stronghold appeared on the holographic projection.
Seeing the commander who had been rushing him, the Iron Ball took the initiative to greet him. "Oh, Maryland. The Iron Throne has been repaired. But we have to wait for the railway to be built before we can drive to your place."
"I know. I'm not here to rush the Iron Throne." The Fortress Commander in the holographic projection smiled. "I'm here to place a new order with you."
"Order?" The huge metal ball floated in the air. "What order?"
"Order a batch of magical armors and combat backpacks, as well as matching fused swords and magical terminals. Deliver them in five days."
"Oh, that doesn't sound like a big problem. How many do you want?"
"Seven or eight thousand sets. If possible, ten or twenty thousand sets is not impossible..."
Nicholas Egg? Egg shuddered and almost fell to the ground. "Bloody hell! This ball is going to hit you in the head! Are you bored of staring at the Tifons? Are you trying to kill time?! "
"I'm not done yet." Maryland hurriedly interrupted. "I want 'special'."
"Special? How special? "
"As far as I know, the most complicated and time-consuming process to make the magical armors and matching magical weapons should be the rune engraving and crystal embedding. Is that right?"
"Hmm... Something like that." Egg Nicholas calmed down from the shock. After realizing that the Fortress Commander was not joking, he began to think seriously. "There's also the adjustment test of the calibration structure. As for the magical terminal, the assembly of the internal moving mechanical structure is also a time-consuming process. This part of the process is still done manually."
"What if you only make a shell? No runes, no crystal embedding, no internal mechanical structure... "
"Then it's the same as a stamped metal plate!"
Maryland smiled and nodded vigorously. "It can even be simpler. You can use a sheet of iron to form it. You can also process the defective products that are ready to be melted down. Even if the quality is so bad that you can only use wire to fix it, I want it."
"... What do you want to do?" Egg Nicholas was puzzled (although he still had a funny look on his face). "Wait a minute. Did your superiors agree to this order?"
"I've already submitted the application to my superiors. You should receive the news before evening. As for what I want to do..." Maryland smiled. "I plan to have thousands of troops and horses..."
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