Chapter 305 Kingdom Response
Burning Kingdom, Northwind Castle.
The streets were bustling with people, humans and monsters were coming and going more hurriedly than usual, and the shouting of newsboys and the preaching of loudspeakers echoed noisily in the city.
"Extra! Extra! The Principality of Bosk attacked the free trade caravan on the Margu Trade Road!"
"Extra! The Principality of Bosk, the Principality of Fano, the Principality of Carter, etc. officially established the so-called "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance"!"
"The Alliance officially declared war on the Kingdom!"
"Marshal Doro issued a statement, saying that this was a naked humiliation to the Kingdom, and the people of the North must pay an unforgettable price!"
"Lord Trump held a press conference and gave instructions at the meeting: The undeclared war by the northern countries violated morality and seriously trampled on the peace and order of Anzeta. Their abilities and morals are not enough to manage this vast land. Only His Majesty is qualified to be the supreme leader and actual manager of Anzeta."
After the incident officially called the "Magur Incident" by the Kingdom, the people of the Kingdom of Burning Embers did not become panic-stricken and frightened like the people of other countries. Instead, the whole country fell into a fanatical and restless atmosphere.
In the eyes of others, the coming of war means disaster, death, and hunger, but in the eyes of the citizens of the kingdom, war is a symbol of honor, a channel to obtain money and status, and a precious opportunity to become a dragon-blood noble - to gain powerful strength and a long life, which can be called a ladder to heaven.
As for the failure of the war?
They have never considered this issue.
Even if someone really raises doubts, it will only cause laughter from the people around them and regard them as cowards.
The invincibility, strong military strength, and the existence of the red dragon have made the citizens of the kingdom absolutely confident in the war. Victory is nothing more than something that can be easily obtained, and more importantly, it is to enjoy the process of victory.
In their eyes, war is not just a bloody fight and a contest of strength, but also a sacrificial ceremony to please the king, a baptism of blood.
Yes, a sacrificial ceremony.
In a few years, in the vast territory of the kingdom, the King of Burning Ashes has replaced Tempus, the god of war that the Scandians used to believe in, and has become the embodiment of war, a symbol of glory and victory.
The official of the Kingdom of Burning Embers did not suppress the news of the "Magur Incident", but spread it widely.
Therefore, under the strong official propaganda, the news spread throughout the kingdom within a few days, and the whole country entered a state of war readiness. The troops in various places began to mobilize urgently, and thousands of two-legged flying dragons came out in droves, appearing around and above the city.
The weapons factories in various places were running at high speed day and night, and even some civilian factories were urgently transformed into production lines. Inspired by money and status, the workers produced the most advanced and brand-new weapons and equipment day and night.
The door of the military hall was crowded with all kinds of "people", all of whom came to participate in the army recruitment.
As a country with diverse races, the Kingdom of Burning Embers naturally has a very rich source of soldiers. In addition to the most common humans, hobgoblins, and tieflings, the citizens who joined the army also included ogres, orcs, pure-blooded snakemen and even half-human half-ogres. I don’t know who made such a great sacrifice for the racial exchange of the kingdom.
Players are even more eager for this kind of large-scale war activities, and the forum is full of posts such as "recruiting teammates" and "looking for battlefield partners".
Players are also seen wandering around in various departments related to the war, such as military factories and recruitment offices. Those top guilds and professional players have received official notices from the kingdom and have been organized into special Starfall troops, directly commanded by Marshal Doro.
The entire kingdom is fully operational, and everyone is like a gear in it. This terrible war machine is about to show its true power to the world.
Food Processing Plant No. 4 has now been changed to the fourth backup military factory.
The original production line for canned food was urgently converted into a production line for processing military rations, but there is not much difference, only some adjustments have been made in terms of storage and dosage.
As the acting person in charge here, George is naturally very busy. He has not slept for almost three days.
Yes, acting person in charge.
Due to the beginning of the war, the original factory supervisor Datou was urgently transferred because he was an ogre and had artillery experience. He may become a member of the ogre heavy artillery unit. George then naturally became the acting head of the factory, and perhaps he would be promoted to a powerful supervisor in the future.
However, he was not happy for long, and he threw himself into the intensive work.
George looked tired, with dark circles around his eyes, but he still took a pen to record and did not forget to urge.
"We have only completed 70% of the standard given by the superiors. The progress is too slow."
"Eight thousand one hundred and forty canned food rations and one thousand seven hundred and thirty-four canned luncheon meats. Not one less."
"This is a death order from above. Cheer up!"
George walked to the drowsy Howard and shouted loudly.
The long-term work made George feel a little irritable. He could no longer treat his former co-workers gently as usual. He could only keep putting pressure on them, because only in this way could he ensure the completion of the heavy tasks.
"Yes, yes, sir."
Howard suddenly opened his eyes and apologized repeatedly.
He was busy on the assembly line numbly, sealing cans one by one. After long-term repetitive labor, this had almost become a conditioned reflex.
George patrolled the factory back and forth, staring at the workers nervously. As long as they were a little lax, they would be discovered, but this also made George feel exhausted.
"Am I going to be in this factory for the rest of my life?"
"I'm tired of those smelly cans and damn additives."
Sitting on the chair, George couldn't help thinking this in his heart.
He slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes, and wanted to rest for a while, but he was soon awakened by the noise of the food mixer.
It was by chance that George saw the recruitment advertisement posted on the wall of the factory.
"War, the trial field of men."
In the picture, the dragon blood noble in armor was holding a long sword, looking into the distance in the breeze, surrounded by the corpses of enemies.
George was a little shaken, he muttered to himself:
"War."
"This is the fastest way to climb up."
"However, this also means giving up the current position and risking your life."
He looked at the poster, carefully observing the scales emerging on the face of the dragon blood noble, and finally gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.
"I want to become a real big shot."
There's more in the evening, I'll post one chapter first