Chapter 383： soil

"Mi? MiG? 21? They just used a code to call a kind of artifact?" Morak suddenly felt that his worldview had been subverted. He should talk about life with the technical genius who designed the MiG-21. , Give the other party a good lesson, tell the other party how important a good name is, he can only tell the other party, because the other party seems to have nothing technically, he can give pointers.

If Chris knew that his weapon naming rules were criticized, he would probably have a dumbfounding expression on his face.

After all, the full name of the MiG is the No. 21 fighter of the Mikoyan Design Bureau, and the f-15 and f-16 fighters used by Ailan Hill now sound more inexplicable than the MiG-21...

Speaking of back to Morak the dwarf, he proposed to see the plane flying at supersonic speeds, and Griken would naturally not refuse. Lonsadre asked about the training arrangements that afternoon, and told Morak the dwarf that he could watch. The specific time for the supersonic flight: "At around 2 in the afternoon, two novice pilots will be arranged for supersonic training. At that time, you can see the state of the plane's supersonic flight."

This answer made Morak the dwarf very satisfied, while Falai, the elf envoy on the other side, was studying the dispatch communication equipment in the command center.

He looked at the officers on duty sitting in their positions, pinched the intercom, and radioed all the fighter jets performing flight patrol missions.

The entire radio channel was busy. A dozen people were sitting in soft positions, facing the radar screen in front of them, confirming the specific conditions of each aircraft, including the flight altitude and speed, and even what the pilot saw and heard. .

These officers were sitting in their positions, and Falay, the elf envoy, could understand every word, but when they were connected together, Falay could not understand them at all.

I saw a young Greaken Air Force officer, holding the intercom, and issuing vigilant orders to the fighters in the airspace he was responsible for: "Fourth Squadron! Fourth Squadron! Adjust your height. There are birds passing by under the clouds. Confirm! Don't let the suspicious target go!"

The other officer sitting next to the young officer, wearing earphones, was ordering another air patrol unit to descend and check whether there was a low-flying hostile target on the ground.

The entire command room looked chaotic and tense, but in fact it was in an orderly state. Falai, the envoy of the elven tribe, has been trying to figure out how such a complicated communication device was made.

If, more than a year ago, the elves had such an advanced command system and such a reliable communication device, would they still be defeated?

If more than a year ago, the elves had those mysterious flying vehicles that whizzed past the window, would they still be defeated by demons?

Falai, who was full of these questions, suddenly heard Lonsadre beside him, as if calling his name.

He raised his head and saw Lonsadre's curious gaze. Only then did he realize that he had just lost his mind. He quickly adjusted his emotions, bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Lord Lonsadre, Grand Magister... I was rude just now."

"It's nothing. When I saw these things for the first time, it wasn't much better than you." Lonsadre laughed at himself, alleviating Farley's embarrassment.

Later, he suggested: "Perhaps, you should talk to His Majesty the Emperor of Ailan Hill. He is a very friendly and admired great person."

"Of course we will meet the emperor of the Ailanhill Empire. It's just a long journey. We don't have a way to communicate with Ailanhill, so we still have to rely on Gricken for help." Falai said with some regret.

In fact, after seeing the status quo of Gricken, the elf envoy Farley was also very curious about the mysterious country Elan Hill hidden behind Gricken.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what this Ailan Hill was so highly regarded by Greken's Chief Magister.

"Uh...Actually, it only takes a few hours for us to go to Ellen Hill here." Lonsadre had to explain the advanced modern technology to these buns from the closed mountain area again: "That... ...Moreover, we now have a phone, so we can contact each other at any time..."

"Contact each other? Can you contact Ellen Hill, in time?" Hearing this news, Falai, the envoy of the elven tribe, was shocked again. He felt that the number of shocks he had in this short period of time was almost more than the number of shocks he had in the long years.

"Of course it is timely. You can talk on the phone first. He says something and you say something, and there is less than a second delay, but I still recommend you to go to Ailan Hill. After all, the meeting is more formal than the phone call. ..." Lonsadre suggested.

He felt that it was necessary to inform Ellen Hill about the Elves and Dwarves, and it was also necessary for these alien races to come from afar to see the real rise of mankind.

"You mean, if we want, we can talk in words in the distance unit called kilometer...thousands of kilometers away?" I just recovered from the shock of the sound barrier being broken. Morak, who came, was dizzy again.

He really couldn't believe that he had left the scope of human activities for thousands of years, and those races that were so ignorant and depraved a thousand years ago that made people despise and hate had developed such a glorious civilization, mastering something that even dwarves did not master. technology.

At this moment, he feels that his whole person is not good, he can feel his own insignificance, and he can experience the strong impact from different civilizations firsthand.

The shocked expressions of the envoys of the elves and dwarves were of course also seen by the surrounding senior officers of Greken. Each of them has a little bit of pride, because they feel that they can finally raise their eyebrows in front of the elves and dwarves.

Are you shocked? Damn, you should go to Belleville to see it, or to see the world... Go to Belleville to see the actual damage range and effect of a nuclear weapon attack. A senior commander of Belleville stood in the corner with his hands behind his back. My heart is full of contemptuous complaints.

At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, Morakot finally got what he expected and saw the training scene of the MiG-21 breaking through the sound barrier. However, before that, he had seen the "Master and Noble" cars imported by Grecan.

Before that, he seemed to have some misunderstanding about luxury. After seeing this car, he knew what kind of design can be called the ultimate luxury.

Only when he admired like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, he was told that the "Master Eternal" sold by Allan Hill was the most luxurious car...

Of course, at the end of the end, the driver who was in charge of driving and knew the brand of the car was astonishing, making Morak the dwarf realize that his knowledge is still shallow after all: "Actually, the most luxurious cars are not available. The top series of the Mingshi series is the "Emperor Series", which is a special car of the Allan Hill Royal Family..."

When he saw that the MiG-21 fighter jet broke through the sound barrier and drove twice the speed of sound in one breath, Morak didn't bother to be shocked. He listened to Ailan Hill's flight instructor explaining the anti-sky performance of this advanced fighter, while enduring the smile that was about to overflow from the opponent's eyes.

Yes, with a smile. This is the first time he felt as a dwarf clan that the other party looked at him without respect or fear, just a kind ridicule with a kind of look at the short man...

As an Ailan Hill soldier, these highly qualified instructors and veterans have long established their confidence. They feel that apart from Ailan Hill, those so-called powerful nations are the difference between the second-rate and the third-rate and the lower-rate.

They have no respect for these races, even with some contempt and disgust. They didn't even want to hide these emotions. This was a natural continuation of the myth of Allan Hill's victory in battle.

Therefore, this visit was not a pleasant one. The dwarf Morak was very dissatisfied with the eyes of the other party looking at him like a dwarf. Falai, the envoy of the elven tribe, also saw something that he had never seen before. Of contempt.

"We are going to Ellen Hill immediately, is there a way?" Suppressing his dissatisfaction, the elf envoy looked at his companions around him and asked: "I will leave now, please make arrangements for your Excellency the Grand Magister."

"This is not a problem at all." Lonsadre also hoped that the other party would go to Ellen Hill to meet the world soon, so as not to always make jokes here...

With a smile on his face, he continued and said: "I will immediately arrange a special plane to send a few people to Ailan Hill according to the standard of the national gift... I will inform Ailan Hill about the itinerary of the few people, and everything will be very smooth. Please rest assured."

"Special plane? Can we fly to Ailan Hill?" Hearing this, Morak the dwarf, who was already very dissatisfied, became interested again and asked.

"Yes, you will fly to Ailan Hill on the world's fastest civilian aircraft, with fighter jets escorted throughout the journey, safe and you can enjoy the beauty of the clouds above the ground at a distance of 10 kilometers." Lonsad Lai replied.

Everyone on the scene can realize what a height it means. At this height in the past, only sturdy dragons can fight, but now, even if it’s just a mortal, as long as he can buy a flight ticket, he You can also fly to this height.

Falai's face of the elves is even more ugly, because he feels that Ailan Hill, who is getting more and more unhappy, is trampling on the privilege and dignity of the strong.

The face of the dwarves is even more ugly, because he feels that Ailan Hill is wasting those advanced technologies, which is contempt and disdain for their dwarves——

Long Ling saw everyone's request to add more messages, and there will be more and more changes. When Long Ling returns from the field, the state will gradually stabilize. I’m so sorry that I’ve lost everyone’s appetite these days...