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Chapter 194 Dwarf: Damn it! I can't wait any longer!
This recall wasn't limited to the military factory in Bell City.
New Kyoto, Upper Kyoto, Shanghai...
Within the thirty-six underground cities of the "Ark," similar scenes are unfolding in countless factories, construction sites, and office buildings.
At the armed forces registration desks of every underground city, long queues stretched as far as the eye could see.
The people in the group included workers who had just taken off their overalls, white-collar workers in suits, and small business owners who had been running their shops just a moment before.
But at this moment, they only have one common identity—veterans of the Great Xia Dynasty.
They silently received their new camouflage training uniforms, signed their names on the documents, and their eyes showed the same unwavering determination.
These individuals will be quickly deployed to various positions throughout the Great Xia after a brief period of rehabilitation training.
They will replace the most elite active-duty soldiers currently serving.
As for what those active-duty soldiers are doing, most people, including the active-duty soldiers themselves, have no idea.
All I know is that another war is about to break out.
......
Terra, Glowleaf Town.
"Buzz—"
The pale blue astral portal emitted a deep hum, and the edges of the spatial ripples stabilized.
next second.
"Boom!"
With a deep, thunderous roar of its engine, an eight-wheeled armored vehicle covered in dark green paint burst out of the light screen!
The wheels kicked up dirt and grass, leaving two rough tracks on the elegant lawn of the elves.
Then came the second, the third...
The torrent of steel flows on and on.
A fleet of military trucks loaded with boxed supplies followed closely behind, the drivers skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel and precisely parking the vehicles in the temporarily designated assembly area.
The train carriage was filled with soldiers armed to the teeth.
People and supplies were transported together, making the most of this teleportation gate, which was only three and a half meters in diameter.
On a grassy slope not far away, the dwarf elder Thorin Steelbeard and the orc chieftain Grom stood side by side.
The dwarf was stocky and muscular, like a bucket, barely reaching the legs of others, with a scruffy beard and a rugged air about him.
Beside him stood a tall and imposing orc, with a human head and a horse's body, standing on four hooves.
This strikingly contrasting pair frequently drew curious glances from the surrounding Great Xia warriors.
But Thorin and Grom's entire attention was fixed on the steel behemoths emerging from the portal.
"Grom, did you see that perfect armor angle?"
Thorin murmured to himself, his eyes, those of a master blacksmith, now gleaming with a light of obsession.
"And those tracks! Oh! God of craftsmanship, each section is like a masterpiece of art!"
"Listen to that sound called the engine, it's a symphony of power!"
He wiped the drool that had involuntarily dripped from the corner of his mouth, wetting his beard.
"Damn it, I really want to rush over there right now and smash that piece of armor down with my hammer to see what's inside!"
As a master blacksmith among the dwarves, Thorin has an almost instinctive curiosity about weapon structures.
In his eyes, these mechanical creations, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, embodied an aesthetic of violence and order.
All he can think about right now is buying a car with gold coins.
Then drag it back to Ironforge, disassemble it inch by inch, and study its internal structure.
He was confident that once he understood the principles, he could definitely use his warhammer and furnace to forge a war machine belonging to the dwarves!
This thought burned in his heart like the hottest molten iron, making him feel hot all over and itching unbearably.
"Damn it! I can't wait any longer!"
Thorin cursed, turned around abruptly, and strode away with his short legs.
"Where are you going?" Grom asked, turning his head.
"Find Lin Mo! I need him! I need him now!"
Upon hearing this, Grom spurred his horse and followed.
Because he wanted it too.
……
"You want to buy it now?"
Outside the temporary command post, Lin Mo looked at the two men rushing towards him with a fierce expression, a look of astonishment on his face, which quickly turned into a wry smile.
"Elder Thorin, aren't you in a bit too hasty?"
"In a hurry? I can't wait a second longer!" Thorin puffed out his beard and glared, pointing at the armored vehicles that were gathering in the distance.
"Name your price, I want all of those things!"
"Yes! You promised us a share!"
"this……"
Lin Mo hesitated for a moment, organizing his thoughts:
"Elder Thorin, Chief Grom, please don't be in such a hurry."
"The fiefdom we just acquired is still in the hands of the demons, and we need to conquer it inch by inch ourselves."
"As you can see, this portal is only so big. It will take time for our own troops and equipment to be transported here."
"Our previous equipment wasn't enough for such a large territory, and we were short on ammunition..."
"Damn it, you're going to back out?!"
Before Lin Mo could finish speaking, Thorin bristled, his voice suddenly rising eight octaves.
Grom, who was behind him, also took a step forward, exhaling two thick breaths from his nostrils, his muscular arms bulging with veins.
His four hooves pounded the ground, as if he were about to launch a charge at any moment.
The air around them instantly tensed up.
"It's a misunderstanding! You've misunderstood!"
Lin Mo quickly waved his hand, indicating not to overthink it.
He explained:
"What I mean is, we must prioritize ensuring we have enough weapons and equipment to conquer that territory!"
"I cannot determine how much surplus is available for sale until the portal closes."
"What if, I mean what if, we sell our equipment in advance and end up with a shortage of weapons, and we fail to conquer the territory?"
"The consequences of this are unbearable for our Great Xia, and I believe our allies would not want to see them either."
Lin Mo shrugged, his expression frank.
Thorin's anger faltered.
His first instinct was to say, "If you can't win, we'll help you!"
But he swallowed the words back down his throat.
A feeling of frustration welled up inside me.
If they could take it so easily, why would the dwarves be hiding underground?
Kyle, that old charlatan, is right. The dwarves don't care about the land on the surface because they simply can't hold onto it!
Thorin's old face turned bright red, filled with anger and rage, but he couldn't find an outlet for his frustration, so he could only gasp for breath.
Seeing his expression, Lin Mo feared that the other person might get seriously ill from anger.
He turned around, picked up a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) from a nearby supply crate, and handed it over.
"Come, elder, calm down."
A whiff of wine wafted into Thorin's nose, making him involuntarily twitch his nostrils.
His eyes involuntarily shifted to the wine bottle; he wanted to accept it but felt embarrassed.
Finally, I shamelessly pretended to be unwilling and took it, unscrewed the cap and gulped it down.
"Burp...Good wine! Delicious!"
After downing a large gulp of strong liquor, a satisfied blush spread across Thorin's flushed face, and he let out a long burp.
Just then, a patrol of soldiers marched past in orderly steps.
The rifles they were carrying gave Lin Mo a good idea.