Chapter 382
My Empire Chapter 382
2020-11-03
Chapter 382 383 Soil"Mi? MiG? 21? Item?" Morak suddenly felt that his world view had been subverted. He should have a good chat with the technical genius who designed the MiG-21, teach them a lesson, and tell them how important a good name is - he I can only tell the other party about this, because the other party seems to have nothing technically that he can point to.
If Chris knew that his weapon naming conventions were criticized, he would probably have a didn't know whether to cry or laugh look on his face.
After all, the MiG's full name is Mikoyan Design Bureau's No. 21 fighter jet, and Alanhill's own F-15 and F-16 fighters now sound more unfathomable mystery than the MiG-21 ...
Speaking of which, back to Morak the dwarf, he proposed that he wanted to see the supersonic flight of the plane. Naturally, Greken would not refuse. Lonsadre asked about the training schedule that afternoon. He told Morak the dwarf a specific time when he could see the supersonic flight: "Around 2 pm, two novice pilots will be arranged for supersonic training, and then you can see the supersonic flight status of the aircraft."
This answer made Morak the dwarf very satisfied, while the Elf Race envoy Farai, who was standing on the other side, was studying the dispatching communication equipment in the command center.
He looked at the officers on duty sitting in their seats, holding the communicator, using Wireless Electronics to communicate with all the fighter jets on the flight patrol mission.
The entire Wireless Electronics channel was busy, and 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 Also includes what the pilots saw and heard.
These officers were sitting in their positions, and every word the elf envoy Falai could understand, but when they were connected together, Falai simply couldn't understand them.
I saw a young Grecon Air Force officer, pinching the communicator, and issued a vigilant order to the fighter jets in the airspace he was in charge of: "4platoon! 4platoon! Adjust your height, below the clouds. There is a flock of birds passing by, check it out! Don't let go of the suspicious target!"
And another officer sitting next to the young officer, wearing a headset, was issuing a descent to another air patrol unit Altitude, the command to check the ground for low-flying hostile targets.
The entire command room looked chaotic and tense, but it was actually in an orderly state. Elf Race's envoy Farley has been trying to figure out how such a complex communication device was made.
If, more than a year ago, Elf Race also had such an advanced command system and such a reliable communication device, would they still be defeated?
If Elf Race had those mysterious flying machines whistled past past the window more than a year ago, would they still be defeated by demons?
Falley, who was full of these questions, suddenly heard Lonzadelai next to him, as if calling his name.
He lifted the head and saw Lonsadre's curious eyes, and realized that he had just lost his mind. He quickly adjusted his mood, bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Great Archmage. Your Excellency Lonsadre...I've just been rude."
"It's nothing, the first time I saw these things, they weren't much better than you." He laughed at himself and eased Falley's embarrassment.
After being asked, he suggested: "Perhaps, you should have a chat with Your Majesty, the emperor of Alanhill. He was a very friendly and admired great man."
"Of course we will go to see the emperor of the Alanhill Empire, but the journey is far away, and we have no way to communicate with Alanhill, so we still have to rely on Grecon's help." Falae said with some regret.
In fact, after seeing the status quo of Greken, the elf envoy Farai is also very curious about the mysterious country Alanhill hidden behind Greken.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what this Alanhill, whom the chief Great Archmage of Greiken admired, was like.
"Uh...Actually, it only takes a few hours for us to go to Alanhill." Lonsadre had to explain the modern technology to the country bumpkins from the backcountry again. Advanced: "That...and, we now have a phone and can contact each other at any time..."
"Contact each other? You can reach Alanhill, in time?" Hearing this, Elf Race's The envoy Falai was once again shocked. He felt that he had been shocked more times in this short period of time than he had been shocked in the long years of his life combined.
"Of course it's timely, you can chat on the phone first, he says something you say, there's only a delay of less than a second, but I still recommend you to go to Alanhill, after all, it's easier to meet up. The phone is more formal..." Lonsadre suggested.
He felt that it was necessary to inform Alanhill about the Elf Race and Dwarf Race, and it was also necessary for these alien races who came from afar to see the real rise of mankind.
"You mean, if we want to, we can talk in language at what you call...the kind of distance unit called kilometers...thousands of kilometers away?" Just broke through the sound barrier Morak, who came back to his senses in shock, was once again disoriented.
He really couldn't believe that he had left the scope of human activities for thousands of years, and those races that were ignorant and depraved a thousand years ago, people despised and hated, have developed such a brilliant civilization, mastering the A technology that even dwarves have not mastered.
At this moment, he feels that his whole person is not good, he can feel his insignificance, and he can personally experience the strong impact from different civilizations.
The shocked expressions of the envoys of Elf Race and Dwarf Race were of course also seen by the surrounding high-level officers of Gricken. Each of them has a little bit of pride because they feel like they can finally raise their eyebrows in front of Elf Race and Dwarf Race.
Are you shocked? Damn, you should go to Bellevue and see the world... A high-level commander of Bellevue who went to Bellevue to see the actual damage range and attack effect of a nuclear weapon attack stood in the corner with his hands behind his back , full of contemptuous Tucao.
At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, Morak finally got what he hoped for and saw the training scene of the MiG-21breakthrough sound barrier. But before that, he first saw the "Mingshi Noble" car imported by Grecon.
Before this, he seemed to have some misunderstandings about luxury. After seeing this car, he knew what kind of design could be called the ultimate luxury.
It's just that when he admired like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, he was told that the "Mingshi Eternal" sold by Alanhill is the most luxurious car...
Of course, in the end, the driver who was in charge of the car, who knew the car brand so well, made the dwarf Morak realize that his knowledge was still shallow after all: "Actually, the most luxurious car can't be bought. Yes, the top series of the Mingshi series is the 'Emperor series', which is the special car of the Alanhill Imperial Family..."
After seeing the sound barrier of the MiG-21 fighter jet, he hurried twice the speed of sound in one breath. When the time came, Morak was too lazy to be shocked. He listened to Alanhill's flight instructor explaining the sky-defying performance of this advanced fighter, while enduring the smile that was about to overflow from the other's eyes.
Yes, smile. This was the first time he felt as a dwarf family that the other party looked at him without respect or fear, but with a bit of kindness to look at the dwarf...
As an Alanhill soldier, These highly qualified instructors and veterans have already built up their confidence. They feel that apart from Alanhill, those so-called powerful countries are just the difference between 2nd Rate or 3rd Rate.
They have no reverence for these races, and even some contempt and disgust. These emotions they are not even willing to hide, this is a kind of continuation of the myth of Alanhill emerge victorious in every battle as it should be by rights.
As a result, this visit was not very pleasant. The dwarf Morak was very dissatisfied with the way the other party looked at him like a dwarf. The envoy of Elf Race, Farai, also saw from the other party's eyes. A kind of contempt never seen before.
"We want to go to Alanhill immediately, is there any way?" Suppressing his dissatisfaction, the elf envoy looked at his companions and asked, "Let's go immediately, please arrange for Your Excellency Great Archmage to make arrangements. ."
"It's not a problem at all." Lonsadlai also hoped that the other party would go to Alanhill to meet the world as soon as possible, so as not to make jokes here...
With a smile on his face, he continued: "I will immediately arrange a special plane to send a few people to Alanhill as a national gift... I will inform Alanhill of their itinerary, everything will be very smooth, please rest assured. "
"Special plane? Can we fly to Alanhill by plane?" Hearing this, the dwarf Morak, who was already very dissatisfied, became interested again and asked.
"Yes, you will fly to Alanhill on the fastest civilian aircraft in this world, escorted by fighter jets, safe and able to enjoy the view above the clouds at a distance of 10 kilometers from the ground. "Lonsadre replied.
Everyone present can realize that it is a height of what it means. In the past, only the sturdy Dragon Clan powerhouses could fight at this height. Now, even if it is just a mortal, as long as If he can buy a take-off ticket, he can also fly to this height.
Elf Race's Falley's face is even more ugly, because he feels that Alanhill, who is getting more and more upset, is trampling on the privilege and dignity of the powerhouse.
Dwarf Race's face was even more ugly, because he felt that Alanhill was wasting those advanced technologies, which was contempt and disdain for their dwarves. ►
Long Ling saw everyone's messages asking for additions. There will be additions and repairs. When Longling returns from other places, the state will gradually stabilize. The past few days, I'm so sorry...
(end of this chapter)