Chapter 752: Chapter 119 The Torrent of War Chapter 752: Chapter 119 The Torrent of War Near Nemir Town in the western part of Anzeta, lies the largest desolate desert within the Empire’s territory, and hidden here is a mysterious warehouse area.
In this area, hundreds of identical-looking warehouses are neatly arranged, surrounded by high concrete walls and entwined with iron barbed wire.
However, behind this seemingly calm scenery, far removed from the city’s hustle and bustle, strict confidentiality asures are hidden.
Bipedal Wyverns and Fire Drakes circle overhead, while fully ard Imperial Guards stand guard and patrol day and night; any unauthorized entry is t with severe consequences.
“Woo——”
Accompanied by the harsh whistle of the steam engine, dozens of military steam trains roar into the vicinity, stopping at the entrance of the warehouse area.
At the quartermaster’s command, the well-trained Half-Dragon Soldiers form orderly queues and briskly descend from the trains.
“All soldiers, stand by in place!”
“Yes, sir.”
A Dragonfolk officer dressed in a dark green woolen greatcoat disembarked from the train, carefully reviewing the docunts in his hand, then looking towards the distant warehouses.
Only the officials of the Imperial Military Departnt know that this is “Dragon Nest,” the largest military reserve warehouse within the Empire, its scale staggering, spanning a total area of 45 square kiloters.
The variety of ammunition in the warehouse is extrely rich, from traditional cannon ammunition to advanced Enchanted Bombs, almost covering all kinds of ammunition for thermal weapons in the history of the Empire, estimated to be close to a hundred tons.
This place also showcases advanced chanized weapons such as Steam Tanks and Armored Vehicles, as well as various types of firearms, which can almost be said to symbolize the Empire’s military strength.
And by the officer’s side, followed a Human whose degree of Dragonification was relatively low, his arms holding a thick stack of docunts, his face full of sycophancy.
“Sir, I have already tallied the quantities requested by the Military Departnt, please look…”
He is Raj, once an unemployed Worker, who after the demon catastrophe had soared to the status of a noble First-Class Citizen, and is now a glorious quartermaster of the Imperial Army.
“Good.”
After the officer confird the details, he nodded and moved forward to negotiate with the Tiefling Guards at the gate, the whole process orderly and smooth.
“Boom——”
In the distance, dust billows as the tall gates of the surrounding walls slowly open, and trucks loaded with guns and ammunition drive out from them, with Steam Tanks rolling over the ground causing a slight trembling of the earth.
Raj looked at the grandiose scene with a red face, filled with nervous and excited emotions, even his heart thumping intensely.
Coming from poverty, he had never imagined that he could beco a gloriously commissioned officer in the Imperial Army, let alone having such an easy job as a quartermaster, not to ntion the house assigned to him in the City of Isdalia.
At this mont, Raj felt imnse gratitude towards His Majesty Cassius; the Empire’s generous warti subsidies for soldiers made him wish the war could last forever.
And looking at these massive, majestic war beasts, Raj couldn’t help but puff up his chest; he even imagined scenes of the enemy wailing under the roar of artillery fire and screaming beneath the tracks of tanks.
Raj dreamily thought: “After this war is won, I might even beco a Baron of the Empire…”
Thinking of the Empire’s military might, even the lowest-ranking Soldier would puff out their chest with pride, unshaken in their belief of impending victory.
Thus, with the Half-Dragon Soldiers’ diligent efforts, countless pieces of equipnt and ammunition were loaded onto the steam trains from the “Dragon Nest” warehouse.
anwhile, on the tracks spanning hundreds of miles, countless such trains sped across the land, transporting soldiers, equipnt, and ammunition from all over the Empire to the South.
—The Empire had already made full preparations for this war; despite the apparent urgency of only three days, it was backed by years of day-to-day infrastructure building and strategic war planning.
…
Inside the City of Isdalia, streets had been cleared, caution lines stretched along the roadsides, and every few ters Tiefling Guards stood watch.
And the Citizens crowded on both sides of the road, waving Empire flags engraved with vertical pupils and flas, shouting slogans fervently.
“Conquest! Conquest!”
“Long Live the Empire! Long Live His Majesty Cassius!”
“Those damned Southern people do not deserve the fertile land, we want the territories under the sun!”
The military band, composed of Half-Goat People, also beat their war drums and blew their brass horns, playing exuberant military music that inspired morale and lifted spirits.
And together with the stirring lody, Imperial officers dressed in military uniforms and adorned with epaulettes ford into neat lines, entering the sight of the crowd.
Each of them wore a proud smile, held their heads high, and waved to the people lining the streets, who responded with scattered flowers and enthusiastic cheers.
“Long Live the Empire! May you return in triumph!”
“You are the heroes of the Ashen Empire, the saviors of Fianso!”
And in this grand parade, it was not only officers. Land Dragon Beasts uttered dull roars, Bipedal Wyverns and Chiras circled in the sky, and those elite Soldiers also fired salutes, enlivening the atmosphere.
Suddenly, an even more fervent cheer erupted from the crowd.
“Look! It’s Marshal Dolores!”
“By Cassius above! Such a dignified, powerful presence!”
“Truly befitting a Duke of the Empire, truly befitting the pinnacle of Dragonblood Nobility!”
Dolores stood atop the towering back of a Land Dragon Beast, unfurled his broad Dragon Wings behind him, flapped his wings, and soared into the sky.
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