Chapter 437 Caliber Is Justice! (1/2)

The airport in the north of Shuguang City.

The large transport plane, dragging blue tail flames, slowly landed on the spacious runway.

A group of players stood at the edge of the airport and watched, enviously talking about when the Alliance would be able to put this thing together.

Looking at the moles emerging from the cabin door and the mosquitoes that happened to be near the airport, I curiously approached them and asked.

"Where's that guy Fang Chang? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Mole shook his head and smiled.

"No, that guy has disappeared since arriving in Ideal City, and I don't know where he went to hang out."

When Mosquito heard this, he immediately became happy and started arranging it with a mean smile.

"I understand! This guy was probably so high in the nightclub that he lost contact!"

Death-killing: "Is this guy worthy of my little wife at home?"

Chaihun: “It’s so abominable!!”

God of Death: "Pass this on! Fang Chang has been fooling around until he lost contact!"

To stop the fight: "It's being passed on, it's being passed on!"

Looking at these restless guys, Mole chuckled and said to himself, "Go ahead and spread the word. It's best to spread it a little more outrageously."

This way I can feel more balanced.

However, not even two seconds after he was having fun, the good brothers of the Skeleton Corps surrounded him.

The brothers were not polite at all, they didn't even say a word of greetings, and they asked questions eagerly when they met.

"Dude, where's the game?"

"Is it on sale?"

"How many sales have there been?"

"Why don't you bring a game console back and have a look!"

Mole looked slightly embarrassed, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile.

"It's just been released, it's just been released...how can it be sold if it was only put on the shelves last night."

As for game consoles, there is no clue.

That thing requires endpoint cloud to provide information services.

Although I heard that the servers in the shelter are also quantum computers, the administrators probably won’t use precious computing power and nuclear power to play games for them.

Irena looked at the mole with a funny smile and said.

"We agreed, if you rush to the street, sell your butt to pay us back."

"More than one million, brother!" Elf King Fugui also had a smile on his face and patted his shoulder hard, "Don't forget, that's more than one million!"

Mole had big beads of sweat on his forehead, and said with a forced smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, when have I ever tricked you? This project is absolutely reliable! A stable group!"

As he spoke, he was murmuring crazily in his mind.

These bitches!

I will lead you to make a fortune, harvest the leeks from your neighbor’s house, and you will just focus on that small amount of capital!

Can there be some pattern?

As long as their games sell out as expected, the brothers of the Skeleton Corps will immediately become the richest tycoons in the entire league!

Everything will be better!

However, these guys who don't take it too seriously to watch the excitement obviously don't care about the money.

The main reason is to see if this guy will actually sell his ass after losing money.

A senior cloud player [Professor Yang, King of Thunder] has already opened a market on the forum, spending a huge amount of money and one silver coin to bet that his game will never become popular.

The reason is simple.

In terms of setting, even if we don’t count the prosperous era, people have been playing with the "Internet" for more than two hundred years, and they have been surfing for longer than the earth!

Have you ever seen a flying pig?

The reason why people don’t have that type of game is not because they can’t make it, but the result of market choice!

Brother Ye Ao also bet half a silver coin of his new year's money, but he didn't have that much money, mainly because he didn't lack the money.

There is a point to make. Although the game is virtual, virtual games must also be logical. As long as it is different from his logic, it must be impossible, and even if it is possible, it is illogical!

Logic closed loop, there is nothing wrong with me!

Everyone was joking.

At this time, a piece of blue power armor, carrying a huge nitrogen-powered hammer and a Gauss rifle, walked towards the crowd.

Out of respect (favorability) for the adult, everyone quickly stopped talking.

Especially Mole, as soon as he saw the manager, he seemed to have seen his savior.

He quickly seized the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of his good brothers, raised his head and stood up straight with a loyal face, and knocked his right fist on his chest.

"Dear Administrator, may I ask what your instructions are for recalling your most loyal warriors?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

There was no direct answer, just a simple gesture.

"follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the airport.

Seeing the broad back, Mole was slightly startled, and then he felt excited and quickly followed.

Didn't say it in public.

There is definitely something big going on!

Just as Mole was bathing in the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of everyone, and was walking towards the military camp behind the camp BOSS, a pale lady was limping out holding the cabin door. airplane.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she couldn't help but retch.

In fact, it stands to reason that the killer whale transport plane uses an "electric hair dryer" after all, and its flight is many times more stable than an "oil hair dryer".

However, people's physiques vary, and some people are born unable to tolerate this kind of transportation.

For example, Li Shuyue is this kind of person.

She didn't know why this happened. This was the first time she had left Ideal City, and the first time she had gone to such a far away place.

Obviously she didn't feel anything when riding the maglev car or elevator, but she started to get airsick not long after leaving Ideal City.

Li Changkong looked at the woman who got off the plane in surprise, and quickly stepped forward to help her.

"Mr. Li? Why are you here?"

Although Ruyue Group is only a subsidiary of Ideal Group, no one dares to underestimate the CEO.

As the construction manager of the Ideal Group, Li Changkong has a good understanding of the family situations of the major shareholders in the group.

For example, this Li Shuyue, her father is one of the major shareholders of Ideal Group.

Ruyue Group's market value of tens of billions is certainly due to the CEO's personal abilities, but his background also played a big role in being able to obtain financing and orders from the Ideal Group.

This situation is not uncommon in Ideal City.

Since the decentralized management of Ideal City was originally implemented in the financial field, there is no such thing as a central bank, and there are no banks serving the central bank.

The asset management and venture capital departments of major groups perform part of the functions of banks. Generally, if startups want to obtain funds, they must either borrow money from other companies, launch crowdfunding projects on Endpoint Cloud, or they can only obtain funds through road shows. Venture capital from other companies or potential customers.

As for why this phenomenon occurs, it starts with the nature of the currency Cr (credit points).

"...Is this the Dawn City?" Li Shuyue looked around, looking at the bare land and the monotonous parking sheds in the distance with a slightly disappointed expression.

It feels like a very ordinary settlement of survivors.

They may not be as good as some of the slightly larger survivor city-states in Yunjian Province.

When she was investigating relevant information on Duandian Cloud, she still had some expectations in her heart.

Especially those scholars and experts in Utopia, who brag without blushing, wishing they could boast that the Alliance has become the hope of human civilization, one of the few sociological experimental fields that has achieved results, compatriots with different blood connections, and idealism. A paradise for lovers...

In short, people who have been there say it’s good, and people who haven’t been there also say it’s good.

A look at the results...

That's it?

Just a personal opinion,

Perhaps because the alliance was too young, her first impression was a bit disappointing, and she was even a little worried about the investment.

"That's right, this is the airport in the north of Shuguang City. A little further south is the city. There is a hundreds of kilometers of highway over there that we built!"

Li Changkong said with excitement, showing off the results of his work over the past month.

Li Shuyue, who was still airsick, nodded, but her expression was obviously not interested.

Now she just wants to find a place to solve her personal hygiene problems.

"Is there... a wash area here?" Her expression was slightly unnatural, and everything she wanted to say was written on her face.

"Washing area?"

Li Changkong was stunned, and then he smiled awkwardly as if he had thought of something, "There are public toilets... but you may not be used to them."

Li Shuyue looked confused. She didn't understand what she was not used to. There must be a separate bathroom and washbasin.

Seeing her blank expression, Li Changkong said embarrassedly.

"Well... they are still in the initial stage of development, and the conditions here are a bit primitive. You have no business travel experience, so you chose such a difficult place when you first started... In fact, I don't recommend it very much. I suggest you be well prepared. It would be better to come here again.”

Li Shuyue looked back at the plane. The moment she saw the thing, her legs felt weak subconsciously.

It's not impossible to fly back now.

but--

Her stubborn temper rose.

You've come here, but you can't go back empty-handed.

Gritting her teeth, Li Shuyue turned back with a cold face and narrowed her crescent-like eyes.

"You underestimate me?"

Li Changkong couldn't laugh or cry.

"how come?"

Li Shuyue said lightly.

"Please arrange a hotel for me...the best hotel here."

"Okay!" Li Changkong nodded quickly, thinking that it was too late to build a building now, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "I will contact you right now!"

The most famous hotel in the alliance is naturally the Road Inn.

But what makes it famous is not the comfort of the hotel itself, but the liveliness here.

Because businessmen traveling from north to south often stay here, the information here is often the best-informed. Sometimes the bartender at the bar will know about things that the managers don't even know.

Just standing at the door.

Looking at the bustling hotel lobby, Li Changkong, who was back here for the first time, looked embarrassed again and spoke quickly.

"How about... I will help you apply for the dispatcher qualification of the parent company, and you can live in the embassy as a diplomat. Even the cement in the house there is shipped from Ideal City."

Li Shuyue shook her head and crossed the threshold with her suitcase.

"That's illegal, so I'll live here."

Li Changkong's expression became a little subtle.

If we really talk about compliance issues...

Might as well discuss how you got here.

But having said that, the group and the board of directors do not have express regulations that do not allow "unrelated persons" to use military aid flights for business reasons.

Noticed the situation at the entrance of the hotel.

Lisa, who was wearing a waiter's outfit, walked forward, looked at the well-dressed lady in front of her cautiously, and said cautiously.

"Hello madam, are you... looking for someone?"

Although she was carrying luggage in her hands, Lisa still subconsciously felt that this was not a guest who would stay here.

"I'm here to stay in the hotel," Li Shuyue glanced at the old man behind the bar, then looked at Li Changkong next to her, frowning, "Why are child labor still employed here?"

"I'm an adult." Lisa quickly explained.

Li Changkong said quickly: "I can assure you that the alliance's laws and enforcement are definitely the benchmark for the entire River Valley Province!"

Li Shuyue glanced at Lisa suspiciously, but did not embarrass the little girl and said in a soft voice.

"Can you help me find a quieter guest room?"

Lisa nodded obediently.

"Yes! Please leave your luggage to me."

Li Shuyue shook her head.

"No, I can just hold it myself."

…

A military camp not far from the airport.

Mole, who was following Chu Guang, was thinking about what treasure the manager wanted to take him to see.

Finally arriving at his destination, a large warehouse appeared in front of him.

Stopping at the door of the warehouse, Chu Guang looked at the guard on duty and nodded.

The iron door opened quickly.

A dark figure soon reflected in Mole's pupils, and at the same time, excitement and excited desire appeared on his face for a moment.

That's a tank.

The majestic body and thick front armor perfectly interpret the word "big is beautiful".

In particular, the muzzle is so thick that half of the face can be stuffed into it, and the 10mm coaxial machine gun connected in parallel to the side of the barrel combines mechanical beauty and violent aesthetics.

It's not a BMP like the No. 1 tank with five pairs of road wheels and a big car carrying a small gun!

But a tank in the true sense!

It's just that this thick and long barrel seems a bit too big.

Completely going from one extreme to another.

Looking at the steel monster in front of him, Chu Guang's face showed a smile like an old father's.

"The No. 2 tank was produced by Factory No. 81. The body was widened based on the No. 1 tank. The construction assistance engineers from Changge Group helped us improve the turret, and the Silver Wing Group helped us improve the power system and transmission structure. The artillery uses a 155mm smoothbore cannon——"

"155!?" Mole's eyes widened, and he hissed and took a breath of cool air that smelled of engine oil.

Chu Guang nodded.

"Yes, don't you think the bigger the caliber, the better?"

"Good! It's great!"

The mole nodded excitedly like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes shining.

He agrees with this sentence so much!

Sure enough, managers still have a big picture, a big strategy, a big wisdom, a big vision...

Those who are taller than his "foolish friends" don't know where they are!

Chu Guang smiled kindly, looked at the tanks in the factory and continued.

"Currently we have produced 30 No. 2 tanks, which have just been unloaded at the train station. In addition, there are 5 Type B tanks, which use the No. 60 electromagnetic gun imported from Ideal City."

"Although the Alliance's First Corps also needs armored units, considering your outstanding performance in the last battle, I plan to give them to you first!"

As for the thickness, durability, and auxiliary accessories of the armor, Chu Guang didn't mention a word.

That kind of stuff is redundant for Alliance tanks.

AI fire control?

Auxiliary light sight?

Add a capacitor?

What's the use of those things!

The loyal "primarchs" are the most powerful black technology, and the singularity-level technology "morphogenesis field" is unrivaled in the world!

Without fully tapping the potential of carbon-based life forms, where would he get these 30 tanks?

The entire alliance has a population of just over 100,000, and the industrial population is less than 30%. The proportion of military expenditure in the total output value has almost reached the sky.

30 vehicles a month.

That was all the production capacity that Mustache had after conquering Czechoslovakia.

The alliance's fusion reactor has been ignited for less than two months, and the industrial subsidy policy and quantitative easing have been in place for less than a year.

In order to allow more players to use reliable equipment while also taking into account the development of the alliance, Chu Guang feels that he has done his best.

However, Mole obviously didn't care about issues such as armor thickness, and his interest was completely attracted by the electromagnetic gun.

In reality, this thing is used as a coastal defense gun and naval gun. I have never heard of it being able to be mounted on a tank.

After the manager finished speaking, he quickly asked the question he was most concerned about.

"What does the number 60 mean?"

Caliber?

Is 60mm too small?

Looking at his ignorant expression, Chu Guang knew what he was thinking and smiled lightly.

"60, naturally refers to the muzzle kinetic energy of 60 megajoules!"

60 megajoules!

Hearing this number, the mole was instantly startled.

He remembered correctly. Lao Mi’s MK45 127mm naval gun has a muzzle kinetic energy of only 10 megajoules...

60 megajoules!

Six times the kinetic energy of a naval gun's muzzle? !

This is really going to heaven! ?

Seeing that the young player was too shocked to speak, Chu Guang continued.

"...the Alliance Army Command positions the Type B vehicle as a tank destroyer."

"Due to the high price, we only produced 5 of them, mainly for the high-strength spaced armor of the Conqueror 10 tank and the 11th tank that appeared in the intelligence. At the same time, in order to prevent being penetrated by the 100mm gun, we The turret has been reinforced, so its mobility will be slightly weaker.”

Using captured tank wreckage for testing, the No. 60 electromagnetic gun can not only break through defenses, but can even hit weak links in armor and even penetrate directly.

The performance in actual combat will definitely be different, but he believes that the skills of his allies and the fighting will of the players will not let him down!

Controlling the excitement in his heart, Mole looked at Chu Guang and made a vow with loyalty on his face.

"Dear Administrator, I am ready to go on an expedition. All you need to do is tell me where the enemies of the alliance are, and I will immediately drive it to annihilate them all!"

good.

energetic!

Chu Guang nodded approvingly and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, the alliance's army command will have a task for you soon."

As he spoke, he put away his smile, took out the holographic computer pen given to him by Pai and pressed it lightly, projecting the map of Luoxia Province in the air.

The red circle marks the southern part of Luoxia Province, 150 kilometers away from the Double Headed Peak of the Zhuobar Mountains.

A red arrow spans a distance of 900 kilometers, pointing there from Dawn City.

"...The legion is stationed on the east side of the No. 4 oasis in the southern part of Luoxia Province. It has a force of at least ten thousand people and is suspected of building an airport. Once they succeed, our homeland will be included in the legion's strategic bombing range."

"In addition, according to reliable information, a nuclear bomb with a yield of one million densities is being sent to Luoxia Province from the west. We judge that this nuclear bomb is most likely to be sent to that airport."

Looking at Mole, whose expression gradually became serious, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.

"You only have five days to prepare. During these five days, you need to learn the operation and maintenance of the equipment under the guidance of technical personnel."

"The distance from Dawn City to Lost Valley is nearly 900 kilometers, of which the cross-country section is nearly 700 kilometers. You have only one mission."

"Strictly keep secrets, be cautious, and advance quickly. You must use a lightning-fast offensive to destroy the defense lines of the local troops before the legion can react -"

"Stop them at all costs!"

"Get the airport!"

…

Just as the alliance was secretly planning its second military operation, a major event that shocked the whole city also happened in the Petra Fortress, nearly a thousand kilometers away.

A commercial bank from the River Valley Province named the Knights of the White Bear rented a warehouse and established the "Knights of the White Bear Bank".

The president is a talking white bear.

Her kind nature made her unable to bear to look at the suffering in the slums.

So she decided to work with her friends to rescue the refugees who had escaped from the north and exchange golden camel coins for the worthless scraps in their hands - golden lion coins.

As soon as I heard that someone was willing to accept gold lion coins, the slums outside the city instantly boiled.

Most of them had fled from Oasis No. 9, and no one wanted the money they had in their pockets.

Almost all the refugees rushed over, fearing that they would be lost if they arrived late.

In addition to refugees, some locals also came over.

But they are not here to exchange money, but to watch the fun.

There are many strange things in the wasteland.

But this is the first time for many people to see a talking bear.

"How come Bear has so much money?"

"The devil knows!"

"But what's the use of these people exchanging gold lion coins? Those things are all turned into scrap metal."

"Maybe the kindness is so overflowing that there is no room left."

Several merchants in long robes looked at him with sneers on their faces.

Instead of exchanging the golden camel coins in his pocket for dinars, he went so far as to exchange them for gold lion coins.

Is this because the depreciation speed is not fast enough?

On the other side, inside the bank gate, poor people in ragged clothes were waving their money bags, and the clanking sound almost drowned out the shouts.

Old Boomer stood in front of the counter with a headache, busy keeping accounts, and helping these poor people exchange the waste products in their hands for golden camels that could buy bread.

Although the president is Xiong, it is impossible to let Xiong keep accounts. The physical work of cashiering has to be done by him as the "counter manager".

"Sir, please do me a favor and give me a little more change." A disheveled man finally pushed his way to the front and placed a bag of money on the table with a thud.

Although the way he was dressed was pitiful, the bag of money in his hand was not pitiful at all.

The few people following him were probably servants, and they all had bags of money in their hands.

"No, our boss stipulates that one person can only exchange 200 golden camel coins."

Old Boomer shook his head and asked the assistant next to him to count out the 1,200 gold lion coins and take them away.

Just coins, not paper.

After counting, he took out a money bag that had shrunk six times and placed it next to the bulky bag of money. He looked at the unkempt man and continued.

"You need to swear to the spirit of the sand sea that you will not line up here again today."

Looking at the old man who was holding on to the money bag and not letting go, the man reluctantly raised his hands and swore his faith, but secretly said in his heart, "I'll come tomorrow."

The four servants behind him also stepped forward and helped their master change the money.

Several burly mercenaries stood at the door with their arms folded. They watched the group of people walk away before moving away and continuing to work as bank security guards.

As for whether that person will come back in a roundabout way, that's not their concern.

Employers have explained that it is impossible to expect 100% enforcement of the rules. What they have to do is not to completely eliminate the phenomenon of re-queuing, but to raise the threshold for violations to ensure that more people can earn enough money to survive.

Food in the Camelback Kingdom is very cheap. 200 gold camel coins are enough to last you a long time.

The currency exchange value in the first three days of the bank's opening is six to one, and after three days it will be increased to ten to one. There will no longer be a limit on the upper limit of personal exchange, allowing nobles with a lot of money to exchange money in large quantities.

As for the meaning of doing this, it's not entirely out of mercy.

It's more for safety reasons.

Being able to make money is not smart, but being able to get away with it after making money is...

Looking at the surging crowd outside the door, Rourou felt that his social phobia was coming back again. The dog looked timidly at Tails aside and whispered.

"People, there are so many people... why don't we go out and watch."

"Oh! It's okay, Rourou, Tails will be with you!" Patting Rourou's broad shoulders, Tails smiled and gave a thumbs up, "If we hold on a little longer, we can change shifts with Sisi and the others! That's it! It’s time to practice courage!”

Rourou nodded and mustered up the courage to continue.

This bank, called White Bear Knights, was busy from early morning until it closed in the evening.

After closing the bank door, Old Boomer walked up to Sis with the account book and said respectfully.

"We spent a total of 2.1 million golden camel coins today and recovered a total of 12.6 million golden lion coins."

"Not bad, not bad." A happy smile appeared on Si Si's face.

It seems that the people who came here from Oasis No. 9 are not ordinary rich people. They actually spent 2 million golden camel coins despite the purchase restriction.

After waiting for three days, I am afraid someone will come to her in a caravan to exchange money.

This is much more profitable than buying a cow!

Speaking of which, it seems that this is how the Knights Templar started. The little money they earned from the war was not enough to compensate them, but they made a fortune by lending money and money orders.

However, the White Bear Knights currently do not open loan sharking business.

Sisi couldn't help but wonder, why not wait until the war is over and Oasis No. 9 begins to rebuild, and open this business.

Let the money exchanged today be lent to the people who came to exchange money today.

It can be regarded as taking it from people and using it for others.

"We should hire more mercenaries," Sisi touched his chin and said seriously, "Our business might be taken into account."

When Old Boomer heard this, he couldn't help crying or laughing for a moment, wondering who would care about such scrap metal.

Rumors are now spreading throughout the city, saying that the stupid rich people from the Valley Province have too much money and no place to spend it. They exchanged the hard-earned money from running business for a bunch of scraps, and they are afraid that they will have to lose their pants when they go back. Gone.

After clearing his throat, Old Boomer said respectfully.

"In fact, hiring these mercenaries is enough. If you are really worried, we can give the city defense captain some money and ask him to set up a patrol post near us... Those guards who are loyal to the city lord are more effective than hiring many people, and It doesn’t cost much.”

Patrolling is their job.

As for where to patrol, that's a matter of authority.

The refugees who come from other places are most afraid of getting into trouble, especially the local guards. As long as the patrols come here from time to time and take a few steps, they will be honest no matter how hard they stab them.

A smile appeared on Sisi's face.

"That's a good idea, thank you."

"You're welcome... you saved my life and returned the property that I took from the bandits. It's my duty to do these things for you." Old Boomer said respectfully.

His intuition told him that the young lady in front of him was someone who could achieve great things.

Anyway, he is not suitable to be a businessman at his age, so he might as well find a job in this bank.

After arranging tomorrow's work, Sisi found the mercenary leader standing guard at the door.

The muscular man was crossing his arms, chatting and laughing with the brothers next to him about where they were going to drink.

After the sun sets, it will be time for them to get off work. The lively crowd will move from the market to the commercial street, where there is endless fun.

"Are you interested in working overtime?"

Hearing the boss's voice, the mercenary leader whistled.

"Please give me your orders, miss. It is my honor to serve the beauty."

The mercenaries standing next to him also cheered.

"As long as you are willing to pay, I can do anything you want."

"I'll squeeze my shoulders!"

"I'll slap my back!"

Sisi smiled lightly.

"There are people from the Legion stationed in the Lost Valley, have you heard?"

The mercenaries looked at each other, wondering why the financial owner said this.

The mercenary leader touched the stubble on his chin, recalled for a while and said.

"In the past two days... there seem to be similar rumors in the tavern, and the rumors are quite outrageous. It is said that a team of ten thousand people is stationed there, and they shoot when they see people approaching. I don't know what they are doing."

"It's not enough." Sisi threw him a bulging money bag. "The people here don't have enough imagination. The rumors should be a little more outrageous. For example, those stationed there are the elites who first broke into Oasis No. 9. They Frontline camps are being built to welcome the arrival of large troops..."

Looking at the surprised mercenary leader, she pointed at the bag of money in his hand.

"There are 1,000 golden camel coins here. I hope that at this time tomorrow, the entire Petra Fortress will be discussing when the legion plans to attack the city and how those big noses tortured the prisoners..."

"I wish I could see helplessness and fear on people's faces wherever I go."

The Lost Valley is very wide, with a radius of 10 kilometers. Standing in the west, you cannot see the east.

However, even so, with the intensity of the Legion's patrols, it is still very difficult to get close to the past.

And once discovered, there may be no chance of escape.

Therefore, if you want to conquer that ruins, there is no hope of relying on brute force, and it will be useless no matter how much equipment and ammunition you prepare.

She needed someone to keep Legion in check.

Or at least get Legion's attention.

Only in this way can we create opportunities for them to enter the valley.

The mercenary leader looked at his employer in surprise, not understanding what she wanted to do, especially that this beautiful girl was pretending to be evil.

But after seeing the money bag, he didn't ask any questions. He chuckled and put the money bag into his arms. He even imitated those nobles who spent a lot of money and bowed lamely.

"It's an honor to serve you!"

He was planning to go to the pub for a drink, which was not an easy job.

Arrange a few brothers who like to join in the fun to sneak into the crowd, form a circle and shout a few times, and you can attract those who like to join in the fun in a matter of minutes.

One pass to ten, ten to a hundred...

As long as idle people like them are willing to add fuel to the flames, soon the residents of the entire Petra Fortress will know that the legions are coming.