Chapter 1375： May the world usher in the dawn

When that glorious giant sun completely rose to the highest point in the sky, the sun wheel with light wood grain and brilliant crown sprinkled endless brilliance in the sky, and the entire ruby ​​city was bathed in warmth and light. The cold winter is over, and the Moon of Recovery is bringing the first year of life to this land. From the towering walls of the Ruby City to the burnt border of the Ruby Woods, the soldiers from the various tribes of Ogure are seated together. Gathered in the camp, waiting for new orders in this warm day-the mountain barrier has been rebuilt, the enemy has been driven back to the wasteland, countless destroyed cities are waiting to be recovered and rebuilt, and the restless people have begun. Looking forward to a new life, but for people on the front line, even if the winter is over, the war is far from coming to an end.

Camila and Wenna walked side by side on the edge of the garrison area outside the city. They were passing through the camps of human soldiers, preparing to go to the psychic camp stationed at the ruins of Hongyulin. When a warm wind blew from the direction of the forest, Camille Pulling the fluff at the end of the ears to feel the comfortable airflow, the orc warchief couldn't help squinting his eyes, his pointed ears quivered in the air twice: "Spring is here..."

"Yeah, I almost thought that spring would not come—it was really the hardest winter in my life before." Wenna took off her hood and let her gray hair fall freely in the wind. , She looked at the camp not far away, and saw that between the neatly arranged tents and slab houses were human soldiers in preparation. It was Wycliffe's re-assembled troops from the western region.

Those soldiers sorted their equipment in silence, or walked silently between the barracks. The weapons and equipment transported by the circum-continental routes and transnational railways have been delivered to these front-line fighters. The traditional swords have been replaced by Sisi. The fusion swords, crossbows, and wands of the Uyghur standard are replaced with scorching ray guns and magic terminals with large-capacity energy storage devices. Soldiers of all tribes are learning and familiar with the use of these weapons with extremely high efficiency. Methods, and in the armies of various tribes, the speed of advancement of these human soldiers is simply astonishing.

Soldiers patrolling the edge of the camp noticed the two tribal leaders passing by outside the camp. They stopped to pay tribute to Wenna and Camilla, then turned and walked quickly back to their patrol route.

"...Did you feel it? There was a fire burning in their chests," Camilla's voice came from the side. The orc warchief looked at the direction of the human camp with a deep gaze, his ears slightly facing Later, in the tradition of the orcs, this is a gesture of tribute to the warrior. "Everyone here is as strong as steel like a mountain warrior, and they are ready to die with those invading enemies at any time."

"After the fall of the Farm fortress, the human tribe lost two cities and countless villages. Hundreds of thousands of people failed to escape from that purgatory. There were many relatives and friends, even their king. Losing an arm, even though Wycliffe was very open to himself, when he returned to the rear with a mechanical arm to regroup, countless people’s anger was instantly ignited. Unexpectedly," Wenna shook her head, "Now, there is a real deep hatred between Ogure’s human tribe and those monsters. That’s why the Duke Baldwin chose to make Wycliffe’s troops the first group to fight against the monsters. The Sear Expeditionary Army jointly approved the legions that entered the wasteland—they can withstand the greatest pressure and are prepared to withstand the pressure."

"But they are also easy to self-destruct," Camilla said in a deep voice, "how to avoid self-destruction under great anger and the urge to kill-this is a challenge that even mountain warriors must face."

"It depends on Wycliffe's ability. I believe that guy can manage his troops," Wenna smiled slightly, "and your Mountain Legion is about to enter the wasteland soon, too? Forgot to take care of our old friends."

"You don't need to remind me, I'm very professional in the war." Camilla laughed, her sharp canine teeth gleaming coldly at the corners of her mouth.

Wenna's gaze was retracted from the camp not far away, and she looked in another direction—on her right hand, there was an open and scorched land. The snow in winter had been exhausted, and the war brought about Ugly scars were directly and shockingly imprinted on the ground. Countless scorched remains and thick ashes covered everything she could see. The towering old trees and the stone pillars with the names of sages were all slumped in this area. On the scorched earth, it was buried in ashes and dust.

Burned and buried together with the Red Jade Forest, there was also a history of the forest guards, the orcs, and the memories of her childhood when she hunted and picked here with Camilla.

"I heard that the name of this place has not changed," Wanna said subconsciously. "Several shamans of yours discussed whether or not to change the name of this forest sea. After all, the once lush red jade forest has been burned by the fire. All that is left here is scorched earth, but you rejected all the proposals in this regard, and finally ordered the preservation of the place name Hongyulinhai..."

"The Susheng tree that grows on the peak of the ancestors will grow stronger after the fire. Duke Baldwin told me that people living on the Plain of the Holy Spirit firmly believe that'the land after burning will grow more lush new buds.' At first it was just a small forest. It was our ancestors who turned this forest into a'Lin Hai' for generations." Camilla looked calm, "One day, the lush and lush appearance will be restored here, so... the red jade forest is still there. It is Hongyu Linhai."

Wenna blinked, and at this moment, a low buzzing sound suddenly came from high above, interrupting her conversation with Camilla—the buzzing sound went from weak to strong, from little to more, and Gradually converged into a wave of echoes between heaven and earth, like a giant cloud roar in the sky, this solemn and low voice made the two tribal leaders subconsciously raise their heads, and the Earthly Dawn and the twelve Gorgon flew. The majestic figure of the fortress caught their sight.

For most of the winter in the past, these amazing engineering miracles like flying cities have been suspended in the sky above the Red Jade City. They symbolize the most powerful and advanced power of the alliance and bring infinite confidence to this heavily damaged land. And the fighting spirit, and now, the huge rune matrix around those aerial fortresses is lighting up one after another, and the wing plate array that stretches to the sky is burning like a glowing radiance, magic particles from between the armor belts The energy-discharging grid sprayed out, and surrounded the huge body of their fortress like a cloud. Then, this magnificent fortress group began to gradually move towards the eastern sky—under the glorious giant sun, the layer they released The layers of halo seemed to be connecting into an ocean, and under the shimmering light, a mountain of cheers suddenly erupted from the countless camps inside and outside Hongyu City.

"They're off." Camilla suddenly clenched her fists. She tried to raise her head to look at the direction of the sky fortress group. Her eyes widened in the glorious glorious sunlight, and the cat-like pupils shrank into two. A thin line, as if to emphasize something, she nodded vigorously, and said again, "The Earthly Dawn has set off!"

Wenna took a deep breath. She was calm and calm by nature, but at this moment she was also agitated by unprecedented excitement. The last time she had a similar feeling was when she saw a train full of industrial products driving into Fengsong City. The gray elf leader watched the majestic and majestic figures slowly turn into a continuous fuzzy giant shadow in the sun, listening to the cheers from the camp outside the city like the mountains and the sea, using only his own power The voice heard softly said, "May the world usher in the dawn..."

"The Earthly Dawn has set sail."

At the eastern camp outside Ruby City, Duke Baldwin Franklin spoke softly, retracting his gaze to the sky. He is standing next to a front-line command vehicle with a composite shield and heavy armor. A "Steel Ambassador" multi-purpose tank is unfolding its vehicle-mounted magic crystal in the nearby open area and covering the charging field to the surrounding area. In the farther place, the chariot unit is starting the engine, the expeditionary army soldiers are boarding the troop carrier, the Dragoon fighter plane slowly rises to the sky in the low buzzing sound, and establishes with the ground command post The link signal-under the unified and efficient command, this well-trained expeditionary force is ready to go to the battlefield.

"Send a letter to King Wycliffe," the Duke Baldwin said to his adjutant, turning his head. "Our ministry will set off in ten minutes and move towards the mountain barrier pass. Please keep up with his troops in time."

"Yes, Lord Duke!"

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The sun gradually sinks, and the orange-red sky light is evenly splashed on the platform of the train station. The Typhon Empire in the eastern part of the mainland ushered in the sunset earlier than other countries, and in the gradually thicker evening hue, Hemier The Viscount subconsciously pulled the bow tie at the neckline, adjusted his body's center of gravity left and right, and looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the platform column again, feeling that the brass-cast pointer was moving so slowly at this moment. Even the delay makes people wonder if it has broken.

He stood on this station platform in the southwestern border of the empire, far away from the bustling and comfortable Aldernan he was familiar with, away from his beloved fire, garden and the high-backed chair with sky blue cushions. There are no well-trained maids and attendants here, only rigid soldiers and technicians with stubborn brains, no comfortable baths and flower halls, only mechanical roaring assembly factories and boring platforms. He has used it for a long time. It takes time to adapt to this huge change, but these days he has gradually begun to admit that his ability to "adapt to the environment" may not be as talented as he imagined.

"Sometimes I still feel that there is something wrong with my brain," Mr. Viscount, who had been waiting on the platform for a long time, couldn't help but whispered to the entourage beside him. His voice was very low because he didn't want to be far away. Those craftsmen and soldiers who were also waiting heard what he was talking about, but he didn’t mind telling these words to his personal servant, because this was the person he trusted the most besides the housekeeper, and the degree of trust even exceeded that. Any brother or sister in the family, "would take the initiative to apply to come to this place... It is less than a day away from the border where Earl Dyson is stationed! I even feel that I can smell the smell of wasteland floating in the air. taste."

He didn't know whether the wasteland had a bad smell, but the tense atmosphere of Xiaosha in this small border town really made him feel that every morning he was here, he would smell the smell from the wasteland-it was too far away from death. Near taste.

The servant spoke, and his voice was as gentle as ever: "But you still applied to come here. As a brave Typhon, you can play your irreplaceable role here—not everyone has multiple factories and multiple factories like you. Experience in quickly forming a large-scale technical team."

"Well, I have to admit that in these respects, I am indeed a little bit better than those pampered straw bags," Viscount Hemire squeezed his sideburns, "and how to say that...The empire needs every citizen of hers. Be dedicated to our duties, especially at this difficult time...we all have to be prepared."

He pulled his bow tie again-and finally untied it directly. If it were in a salon in Aldernan, he would never make such a crude act, but at the moment it makes him He felt great ease in an instant, and he couldn't help but start to regret why he had been torturing himself with this useless thing for so many days in the past.

Then he raised his head again and looked at the V-shaped track extending south in the sunset, watching it disappear all the way to the end of his sight.

This is a difficult time. Even the proud Typhons must admit the difficulties at the moment. But as a nobleman, he must convince his followers that this difficult situation will eventually pass, and everyone should be in this process. Play his role in the middle of the world—perhaps the pride in his heart is really at work. He took the initiative to apply to come here and came to this border town, which is only one day away from the front line. Now, he is waiting for a car from the south. Coming train.

This railway line leads to the blue rock hills. Ironically, it has hardly been actually used-as part of the alliance’s business activities, it was quickly established shortly after the 112th meeting, but not long after it was built. When he was baptized by war, he was wantonly destroyed by those stupid and humble monsters. Now the silver elves and the Typhon Empire warriors have regained the once-occupied land and restored this precious line of communication, the station at the feet of Viscount Hermire. After waiting for a whole winter on this land, today is finally about to usher in the first train to visit here.

Just when Viscount Hemill couldn't help but want to look at the mechanical clock again, the loud car whistle finally came up from the horizon.

Mr. Viscount immediately stood up straight, and all his impatience and exhaustion disappeared.

He wants to receive the elves in the most decent manner, like a real Typhon.

The magic train whizzed on the track, and the silver empire emblem imprinted on the front of the car was clearly visible. The repulsion mechanism fine-tuned the angle to gradually slow down the heavy and huge steel creation, and the truck body after another approached the platform. , The long-awaited craftsmen and soldiers quickly moved closer, waiting for the dispatcher to close the magic barrier on the platform.

Viscount Hermire’s gaze fell on the bodies of the trucks that were slowly docking. The flat-panel trucks were fixed with solid steel frames and bolts one after another. They were all heavy and precious industrial goods. .

The purification core from Baiyin Empire—strictly speaking, it is a purification core that has completed preliminary processing and needs to be commissioned and installed later.

The key to blocking the wall is the purification tower. As an old and powerful country, the Typhon Empire can of course build purification towers, but it is one thing to build it, and production is another.

After the God of War and internal reshuffle of the Typhon Empire, the process of maintaining the situation on the Eastern Front was not as easy as outsiders thought.

The limit of domestic production lies there. If the frontline army is to be maintained, then the component production of the purification tower will be affected. If the purification device is to be fully produced, the frontline war machine will be unable to succeed.

But now, the situation is finally getting better.

"Notify General Andesa," Viscount Hemire laughed, looking at the purification cores fixed on the train, like giant spindles, as if seeing a mountain of treasure lying in front of him, "the purification she wants The core will be delivered soon!"