Five Hundred and Forty One Assembly

Inside the gates of Ironforge, huge war hammers beat dull drums. Su Molai, the king of the dwarves, stood on the highest point of this magnificent new city, overlooking the huge chimneys that were emitting thick smoke.

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

Thus the former king of the dwarves looked down upon the earth, upon these new futures beneath his feet.

"Grand Duke... the army has been assembled!" A dwarf with a bushy beard walked behind Su Molai, nodded slightly and said, "According to His Majesty's order, 50,000 dwarf warriors are ready."

"Go! Fight for the country!" Su Molai nodded and said, "Use your war hammer to crush all enemies, long live Alan Hill!"

"Obey! Long live Alanhill!" The dwarf stood at attention and saluted, but his short and stubby body was full of strength.

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

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

It was a huge eagle emblem 100 meters high, its spread wings guarded the giant melting furnace that was constantly steaming.

And under this huge melting furnace, there are ferrogenite ingots that are constantly being produced. They will be divided up completely by other factories, manufactured into all kinds of equipment, and armed with all kinds of people.

Amidst the sound of hammers constantly beating, the roar of machinery stamping and casting, and the beating of huge dwarf drums, one armored vehicle after another, one after another Tanks were built and rolled off new production lines in Ironforge.

The Alan Hill industrial system, which had not been in full production for a long time, began to erupt its true strength after a day of mobilization.

This power can be said to be invincible, and Alan Hill's insistence on economic construction has been rewarded at this moment.

Countless factories are operating at full capacity all over the world, and the materials accumulated in an instant are consumed. Cars with paint that was not completely dry 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 is fluttering in the wind, and the huge white number 17 is printed on the battle flag,

In the huge camp, young soldiers and middle-aged veterans began to pack their bags in silence.

Countless fighters conscripted from all over the world gather here, some of them are veterans who have just retired, some are recruits who have just finished training, and some are conscripts who have become regulars from the reserves.

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

This is not as simple as simply expanding the number of people. These soldiers have weapons and equipment they are familiar with, from the AK-47 assault rifles issued to them, to the 155mm caliber howitzers and T-72 main battle tanks that support them in combat. , every piece of equipment is sufficient.

They have sufficient ammunition, tents, medicines, quilts, helmets and even body armor. They had brand new radios and high powered cordless phones for local communications.

Cars were neatly parked on the school grounds, with cannons behind them. Behind it is the rocket launcher 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 sunlight in the early morning, a huge figure covered an ordinary village of Alan Hill.

Alan Hill 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 Airan Hill Sky Fleet, the newly modernized sky-one floating battleship, is moving slowly towards the east.

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

On the bridge of Sky One, Wagron received a telegram from his adjutant from Alan Hill Siris, which read His Majesty's latest order: "Destroy any enemy that does not fly the Alan Hill battle 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: 'obey'."

"Yes! Marshal!" The other party raised his chin, stood at attention and saluted, turned around standardly, and walked out of the bridge with the order.

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 are densely packed Tomahawk cruise missile vertical launch system hatches, and on both sides are rapid-fire guns for air defense.

Back then, a single sky battleship sank the devil's floating city of Vatican. Now, Alan Hill has six equally powerful battleships, and they have formed a large fleet.

There are many more such warships under construction in Earthcastle, in Ironforge, in Serris, and in Meyn, and when they are completed, the size of Ellanhill's sky fleet will be doubled.

"Keep the current speed and course! Our naval fleet is waiting for us! Send a telegram to General Genesis, and we will arrive at the scheduled theater in about 4 hours." Wagron said to another standing behind him. An officer ordered: "Stay alert and report any suspicious targets you find!"

On the tall bridge, the flag of Elland Hill fluttering on the mast is facing the majestic wind, and on the spacious apron at the end of the battleship, F-14 Tomcat fighter jets parked neatly are bathed in the morning light.

Ground crews are checking the decks to make sure the expensive and powerful fighter jets take off without any mishaps. And in the building behind them, all the pilots were ready, sitting in their tactical discussion rooms, listening to the commander highlight their future attack targets.

On the blackboard, there are colorful pictures of all kinds of demon targets that Alan Hill has seen, which are extremely clear.

"Your mission is very simple! Shoot down all the targets without IFF signals on the radar! Do you understand?" the commander asked loudly, beating on the blackboard with his hands.

"Understood!" All the pilots replied loudly, staring at the strangely shaped enemy targets on the blackboard.

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Sorry, I overslept. There will be another update later, you can watch it tomorrow morning.