Chapter 690 Survival Node
The two young dragon descendants left, and in the huge prototype room, there was only an ancient dragon who had completed mechanical immortality, and countless machines and equipment that accompanied the dragon.
In the melodious sound of the various devices in the room, the golden dragon Andal shook his head slightly. Hundreds of alloy joints and electronic nerve bundles helped him to complete this simple movement. His eyes turned to the person in front of him. A crystal curtain hangs, and a low voice as if talking to himself came from the speaker next to the platform: "What do you think about this?"
The crystal curtains around the platform stopped the refresh of data and images at the same time, and the flowing light spots quickly combined into clear images. One by one dragons full of majesty appeared on those thin and light display media—some of them Maintaining the form of a giant dragon, some are human figures, some have undergone a complete mechanical or electronic transformation like Andal, and some are young and natural.
The elders of the panel seemed to have been paying attention to what was happening in this room. When Andal finished speaking, a blue dragon responded immediately: "The development route and change of civilization this season are indeed beyond the past, but We have no way of knowing how they will end up, and given the special circumstances of Tal Lund, we can only wait and see."
"We have been watching for hundreds of thousands of years, and how many civilizations that originally had some hope are dying while we are watching," another giant dragon couldn't help but said, "Maybe we should take some positive steps this time. means."
"We must be alert to the lessons brought by the rebellion against the tide. All our positive actions may lead to greater backlash..."
The Rebellion against the Tide seems to be a sharp sword hanging over the dragons forever. When the word was uttered, even Speaker Andal's eyes narrowed slightly.
In the short silence, another elder broke the silence: "The silver empire of elves once reached a technological critical point, and the god of nature that had the greatest influence on them has fallen. I think the silver empire is the most worthy of attention among all the variables. …”
"But elves have the same flaws as us, they have difficulty breaking through that lock...their average lifespan is too long."
Listening to the conversation of the members of the panel, Speaker Andal just closed his eyes slightly and said nothing, until the surrounding discussion gradually subsided, he opened his eyelids and looked forward slightly: "Omega, what do you think of Baiyin? What is the estimated value of the empire?"
The discussion in the room was quiet for a while, and a crystal curtain in front of Andal suddenly dimmed, and then a ring image that was constantly broken and reorganized appeared on the display medium, accompanied by a mechanized synthetic sound: "...0.33 percent, Andal."
"What about the newborn Cecil Empire?"
"Insufficient data,
Can't assess yet, Andal. "
"What was the highest assessment value of the Gondor Empire back then?"
"Looking for historical data... 0.42 percent."
Andal expressed his gratitude, and after Omega's data connection went back to standby, the ancient dragon raised his eyes and looked around.
"It's too early to discuss the final assessment. Friends, whether it is the Silver Empire or the Cecil Empire, if they want to become a 'variable', they must at least survive first."
As Andal spoke, the changes in the situation in the countries of the Loren continent that had been sent back by agents at all levels recently appeared in his mind.
A newly-born Cecil Empire that is in urgent need of recuperation, a Typhon Empire that has reached a critical stage and needs to break through the bottleneck.
In the world outside Tallond, changes never stop. In the land dominated by humans, dynasties and kingdoms change. In this fierce and turbulent era, can the new kingdom survive? Or...will become the nourishment of another huge empire...
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On the border of the Cecil Empire, Changfeng Fortress, Commander Maryland led his most trusted adjutant to the military camp area on the south side of the castle area.
Several teams of recruits are lining up for training in the open space outside the castle. These farmers, who were recruited from the fields, were called by the instructor to an open space, and they performed some basic orders from morning to night - line up, walk in line, stop, Look left or right, turn around, line up again... One practice is hours, days in a row.
They were trained by Cecil Corps instructors from the South. These instructors had experienced the most severe battlefield trials on the Plains of the Holy Spirit, but they were here to face another kind of test: the poorly disciplined and illiterate Eastern levies. Slower than a stone, they can't even tell the difference between their left and right feet, let alone understand the instructor's order. Letting them march in line is a test for everyone - everyone here includes the soldiers who are trained, and the executives. Trained instructors, even veterans and other company commanders watching the process.
But the instructors still have a lot of patience and a variety of effective methods: in this era of extreme poverty for the bottom peasants, the reward of an egg or a bowl of meat porridge is enough to make those dazed conscripts immerse themselves in training all day, while various The simplified instructions and the stupid way of remembering the instructions allowed those illiterate soldiers to understand the commander's intentions in the fastest time. When Maryland walked through the training ground, he saw a group of soldiers standing in a narrow corridor. On the slope of the earth, the instructor held a long bamboo pole and shouted the left and right passwords——
When shouting left, the bamboo pole will knock over from the left side of the slope, and when calling right, the bamboo pole will knock on the other side. Lifting the leg according to the order can avoid the knocking. Soldiers who can't tell the order will roll down in a panic and beat them. The whole day, the next day will know about.
If beating for one day doesn't work, then beating for two days, if two days is not enough, then three days.
The method is stupid, but it is very effective, and it is almost the most effective method when most soldiers are illiterate.
And those soldiers who have been trained for about a week are obviously much better than the conscripts who have just arrived here. They can at least keep walking in a straight line for one or two laps, and when they stop and line up Barely bumped into a ball—a simple, poor standard that might seem ludicrous to a Cecil veteran, but Maryland knew what these levies were like when they first arrived, and she knew how to make it clear to a group of illiterate soldiers How difficult the two orders of "start and walk" and "settle" are, in his opinion, those recruits who can walk in a straight line are already a miracle.
He saw the instructors walk around the edge of the playground with trainees who were able to line up neatly, with their heads held high in front of the recruits who were still training "left" and "right", the former The troop had their heads held high because they had already donned their neat cloth training uniforms, which seemed to give these recruits an incredible sense of pride.
The initial sense of honor was established in the uniform uniform and the appearance of the training ground.
Those neat, crisp and handsome dark blue cloth training suits have only been issued recently. Ordinary cloth does not bring any battlefield protection like enchanted metal, but the imperial emblem on the training suit and a lot of uniforms give a sense of unity "Being on the training ground is enough to give the soldiers some kind of inspiration, and even if these two points aside, for conscripts mostly from poor peasant households, being able to get a sturdy and beautiful new dress for joining the army is already an item in itself. A great good thing, you must know that under normal circumstances, a poor peasant household does not have new clothes to wear for a whole year.
Maryland has heard from Philip that the cost of these uniforms is quite low. The fabrics used to make them come partly from textile mills in the South and partly from Typhon. Driven by industrial production, once expensive cloth and its products have become cheap. , within two years, more textile factories and garment factories will be opened all over the eastern border (because the eastern border has large cotton fields), and cheap ready-to-wear clothing will soon become something that everyone can own in this land, just Like what has happened in the South.
"At least, these recruits already have a 'frame'," Maryland said to the people next to him after walking through the training ground, "so that they stand on the wall and look like soldiers, not a group of fresh grass. A farmer whose fork is replaced by a gun."
"The new training code can indeed allow recruits to master the basic discipline in the shortest time, but the pretence is an air after all, and I don't know if it can scare the Typhons," the adjutant said, "the previous 'surge' operation It did have a certain effect, but it may also arouse the suspicion of the Typhons. Recently, they have been sending spies frequently and moving around the fortress, it seems that they want to investigate further."
"It doesn't matter, our plan is more than one link..."
Maryland shook his head with a smile, left the training ground with his cronies, and returned to his private room in the castle. After he screened out irrelevant people except the adjutant, he opened the magic terminal dedicated to him...
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On the central platform of Cecil City, the Mechanical Manufacture, dubbed the "Mechanical Throne", the chubby Nicholas Egg is floating in the center of his own domain, manipulating a large number of floating parts around, happily combining them out. The structures required by the various blueprints, the sound of various machine tools and magic devices running around him, this sounds almost noise to ordinary people's ears, but to him it sounds like some kind of beautiful rhythm music. , to make the ball feel comfortable.
The most common topic of conversation among the machinists and magisters in the factory is the establishment of the empire and the impressive coronation ceremony, and passers-by in the city are also discussing the recent market changes and broadcasts. However, Nicholas Egg is obviously not interested in machines and metals. He is more interested in the new blueprint for flying machines recently sent to him by Minister Rebecca, as well as the second armored train "Iron Throne". -The construction plan of the Earthly Python", for him, there is nothing more interesting than working with metal and machines.
But an unexpected communication interrupted his happy work plan today - a mechanic in a work uniform hurried to the mechanical throne and shouted: "Director! Your magic web communication! From Changfeng Fortress!!"
Nicholas Egg always mumbled a little depressedly, and the metal parts floating around slowly fell to the ground. As he floated down the round platform, he explained to the assistant beside him: "Don't move the things here, I'll come back and continue ."
Leaving the lively workshop, Mr. Nicholas Egg came to the quiet communication room. The magic net terminal was flickering in the center of the room, and the figure of Maryland, the commander of Changfeng Fortress, appeared on the holographic projection.
Seeing the commander who had been looking for him to urge orders before, the Iron Ball star took the initiative to say hello: "Oh, Maryland - the Iron Throne has been repaired, but the railway will be paved before it can reach you."
"I know, I'm not here to urge the Iron Throne," the fortress commander in the holographic projection said with a smile, "I'm here to place a new order with you."
"Order?" The huge metal ball floated in mid-air, "What order?"
"Order a batch of magic armor and combat backpack, as well as the matching fusion sword and magic terminal, and deliver within five days."
"Oh, it doesn't sound like a problem, how much?"
"Seven or eight thousand sets, if possible, ten or twenty thousand sets is not impossible..."
Nicholas Egg trembled and almost fell to the ground on the spot: "Mommy, this ball will hit your head with a vertical take-off and landing!! You and the Typhons are bored to have fun with the ball?!"
"I'm not done yet," Maryland interrupted hastily, "I'm going 'specially'."
"Special? What kind of special method?"
"As far as I know, the most complicated and time-consuming process for making magic armor and matching magic weapons should be the process of engraving runes and inlaying crystals, right?"
"Well... that's about it," Nicholas Egg calmed down from the state of horror just now, and after realizing that the commander of the fortress on the opposite side was not joking, he also began to think seriously, "In addition to the adjustment test of the calibration structure, In the case of the magic terminal, the assembly of the internal movable mechanical structure is also a time-consuming process, and this part of the process is still done manually."
"Then what if you only make a set of shells? No runes, no crystals, no internal mechanical structures..."
"That's like a stamped metal plate!"
With a smile on her face, Maryland nodded her head vigorously: "It can even be simpler, it can be formed with iron sheets at one time, and defective products that are defective and ready to be returned can also be processed, even if the quality is so bad that it can only be fixed with iron wire, I all."
"...What are you doing?" Nicholas Egg looked blank (although his face was still funny), "Wait a minute, did your superiors agree to this order?"
"I've already submitted an application to my superiors, and you should have received the news before this evening. As for what I want to do..." Maryland smiled slightly, "I'm going to be sloppy and stubborn..."
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