In the gates of Ironforge, a huge warhammer beats a dull war drum. The King of the Dwarves, Sumolai, stood at the top of the newly built city, overlooking the huge chimneys that were smoking.

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

The former king of the dwarves looked down on the land, over these new futures beneath his feet.

"Grand Duke...... The army has been assembled! A dwarf with a thick beard walked up behind Sumolai, nodded slightly, and said, "According to the order of His Majesty the Emperor, 50,000 dwarven warriors are ready. ”

"Go ahead! Fight for your country! Sumolai nodded and spoke, "Crush all enemies with your warhammers, long live Iran Hill!" ”

"Yes! Long live Iran Hill! The dwarf stood up and saluted, but the dwarf body was full of strength.

The heavy armor was like a piece of paper on his body, and the warhammer he carried behind him glistened in the early morning sun.

Behind them was a huge, freshly built furnace, flanked by a huge sculpture symbolizing the re-emergence of the dwarves under the protection of Iran Hill.

It was a giant eagle emblem 100 meters high, its outstretched wings guarding the steaming giant furnace.

And underneath this giant furnace are iron ingots that are constantly being made. They will be carved up by other factories, made into all kinds of equipment, and armed with all kinds of people.

Amid the sound of hammers, the roar of machinery punching and casting, the dwarven drums of war, armored vehicles and tanks were built and drove away from the new production line of Ironforge.

The industrial system of Irlanhill, which had not been in full production for a long time, began to burst into its true power after a day of mobilization.

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

Countless factories around the world are running at full capacity, and in an instant, the accumulated supplies are consumed. Cars with paint not completely dried were driven to the soldiers' camps, and new weapons that had never been on the battlefield began to replace old items.

The black battle flag fluttered in the wind, the huge white number 17 was printed on the battle flag, and in the huge camp, the young soldiers and middle-aged veterans began to pack their bags in silence.

Countless soldiers from all over the world have gathered here, some of them veterans who have just been discharged, some of whom have just finished training, and some of whom are reservists who have become regular mobilizers.

In just one day, the barracks under the jurisdiction of the 17th Army Group, which was not originally noisy, became noisy, and this unit, which was not originally the main army group, instantly began to be on par with the main army group in numbers.

This is not a simple increase in numbers, these soldiers have all the weapons and equipment they are familiar with, from the AK-47 assault rifles issued to them, to the 155mm howitzers and T-72 main battle tanks that support their operations.

They had ample ammunition, tents, medicines, bedding, steel helmets and even body armor. They have a brand new radio station and a high-power cordless telephone for local communication.

Cars were neatly parked on the school grounds, with artillery pieces pulled behind them. Behind them are still neatly parked rocket launchers, some of which were even produced by a military factory not far away just yesterday.

Similarly, in the warm morning sun, a huge figure covered an ordinary village in Irlanhill.

The early riser to take care of the farmland sat on his tractor, squinting his eyes and looking up at the huge figure curiously.

The flagship of the Ellan Hill Sky Fleet, the newly modernized Sky One floating battleship, moved slowly towards the east.

Behind it, Sky II and Sky III were lined up on either side, and behind it were three warships of the same type, forming a huge triangle.

On the bridge of Sky One, Wagron received a telegram from his lieutenant from Iran Hill Seris, with the latest order from His Majesty the Emperor: "Destroy any target that does not fly the Ellan Hill battle flag." ”

"Call back to Your Majesty! Keep it simple. Wagron handed the message back to the other party and commanded, "Just say one word: 'obey.'" ”

"Yes! Marshal! The other party held his chin high, stood up and saluted, turned around in a standard, and walked out of the bridge with the order.

Outside the spacious, bright glass windows, the sun shines through the sea of clouds on the huge bow of the Sky Battleship. There are dense hatches of vertical launch systems for Tomahawk cruise missiles, flanked by rapid-fire guns for anti-aircraft operations.

Back then, a single Sky Battleship sank the demonic floating city of Vatilsa, and today, Iran Hill has six equally powerful warships and has formed a large fleet.

At the Tuke, at the Ironforge Fort, at Seris, at Mayne, many more of these ships are being built, and when they are completed, the size of the Sky Fleet in Iran Hill will be tripled.

"Keep the current speed and heading! Our naval fleet is waiting for us! Send a telegram to General Lawnes, and in about four hours we will arrive at the intended war zone. Wagron instructed another officer standing behind him: "Stay vigilant and report any suspicious targets!" ”

On the tall bridge, the Iran Hill battle flag fluttered majestically on the mast, and on the spacious helipad at the tail end of the battleship, neatly parked F-14 Tomcat fighters bathed in the morning light.

Ground crews are inspecting the deck to make sure that these expensive and powerful fighters don't encounter any surprises during takeoff. And in the building behind them, all the pilots were ready, sitting in their tactical discussion rooms, listening to the commander emphasize their future targets.

On the blackboard, all kinds of demonic targets that Alan Hill had already seen had colorful pictures were incomparably clear.

"Your mission is very simple! All targets that do not have a signal of friend or foe identification on the radar, shoot them all! Do you understand? The commander asked loudly as he tapped his hand on the blackboard.

"Understood!" All the pilots replied loudly as they stared at the oddly shaped enemy targets on the blackboard.

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Sorry I overslept. There will be a change later, so you can watch it tomorrow morning.