"Woo——"
There was a messy sound of whistles, the sound of machinery running, and the sound of iron wheels turning on the track.
There are several tracks on the wide Feilong Street of Isdalia, and steam locomotives travel on them, carrying all kinds of people to various parts of the city.
"Excuse me! The latest Empire Daily News! His Majesty Cassius has come to the plane of fire element to expand his territory again!"
"The Klaubau Military-Industrial Group issued a statement unconditionally supporting all special actions of the Imperial Taxation Department and severely criticizing any tax evasion."
"Recruiting armed guards! Escort the caravan to Fadland! Request"
"Recruiting teammates to the latest copy of Giant Ruins requires level four or above and sufficient combat experience. No wild magic warlocks! No wild magic warlocks!"
"Daimo's Blacksmith Shop, a paradise for adventurers, your best choice for building equipment——"
"Citizens, please obey the rules!"
"His Majesty Cassius is always watching your every move!"
The wyvern carrying the knight flapped its wings and passed by at low altitude.
Listening to this noisy and familiar voice and looking at all kinds of people on the street, a smile appeared on George's face sitting by the window.
"It turns out."
"They are the real 'Empire Dream'."
George then remembered why he had settled in Istalia and why he was proud of the city.
This place is always full of vitality, full of impure, wild and rough vitality.
Whether they are street vendors, shouting newsboys, hawking blacksmiths or weird starfallers, they are all constantly climbing up and doing whatever it takes to do so - just like him.
The Northland once made him despair, and the gap between the nobles and the common people was like a chasm.
This is an all-round gap in status, resources, vision and force. This gap makes nobles and slaves seem like two species from different worlds.
Even though he worked hard, he could only get a compliment from the nobles: "This is a capable animal."
Under the order of the Northland, everyone is tightly bound to their position and cannot escape for the rest of their lives.
And George, who was branded as a slave, was born to be under the feet of everyone. This was the fate he had to bear as a slave.
Low as dust, cheap as grass.
According to the pastor in the church, the slave's soul is a defective product made of smelly water and dirty ashes, and needs to be purified through constant labor.
In George's eyes, the former Northland Kingdom was like a decadent
Thinking of this, George couldn't help but shuddered and whispered: "Fortunately. Fortunately, the Northland has been destroyed."
George is unfortunate because he has been a humble slave since birth.
But he is also lucky.
Because he was different from his ancestors and thousands of slaves for generations - he was given the opportunity to change his destiny.
The emperor emerged from the sky like the sun and crushed the United Kingdom of the North, which had been inherited for thousands of years.
The empire completely destroyed the order in the North, guillotined the nobles, and established a new order.
George knew very well that the Ember Empire was neither fair nor kind. It was like a terrifying mechanical behemoth that incorporated everyone into his huge body.
But it is tolerant, and it gives everyone the opportunity to rise. If you work hard for the empire, there is a small chance that the empire will reward you - in Trump's words, this is called "social mobility."
And George was the lucky one. He had several good fortunes in succession. First, he obtained first-class citizenship through reporting, and then he became a baron by joining the army and performing meritorious service.
George's story was even published in the Empire State Journal, making him a role model for many people from humble beginnings.
Thinking of this and looking at the hurried people outside the window, George felt quite sad.
But soon, Grace's voice interrupted his thinking.
"George, what are you looking at?"
George turned his head: "Nothing, look at the scenery on the road, Isdalia is developing faster and faster."
Grace said with a smile: "The whole country's resources are concentrated in Isdalia. Can this change not happen quickly?"
"You probably don't go out much, right? The area near Feilong Street is nothing. The Emperor's Square area is the most prosperous. Next time, I'll take you to see the just-completed Arena. That's spectacular."< br>
"I've heard of it, but I'm not very interested."
George also smiled, turned his head again, and pointed out the window: "After all, as long as you have seen it, no matter what kind of building you see again, it will only feel ordinary."
Grace looked in the direction of George's finger and saw the Great Altar of Isdalia standing majestically on the ground, overlooking all living beings in the city.
Surrounded by thin clouds, the magnificent building made of white marble seems to not exist in the world.
Even in the most fringe corner of Istalia, if you look up, you can still see the white altar and think of the glory of His Majesty the Emperor.
He was suddenly a little stunned, then shook his head and laughed: "Of course, that is the holy place where His Majesty Cassius was crowned emperor."
"I once watched it rise into the sky with my own eyes. The sight was truly unforgettable."
"Yeah."
George also sighed.
"I also participated in the altar construction project, just two years ago. At that time, Istalia was just a wilderness. Who could have imagined that it would develop into the city it is now?"
"Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. We don't know the big shots who really decide the fate of the empire. Who can know what will happen in the future?"
Grace nodded slightly and agreed with George's words, but as if he remembered something, he spoke again: "By the way, have you heard about the new system of the Military Department?"
"What does the military rank system seem to be called?"
George thought for a while, recalled the news he heard a few days ago, and continued: "I heard from them that it is a hierarchical system that is independent of the title system and tailor-made for the army."
"A battalion commander like us should be awarded the title of lieutenant colonel, and it seems that a brochure will be issued."
Grace waved her hand with a bit of disdain in her voice: "That's nothing, it has no impact on those of us who have been knighted for a long time."
He came forward and said seriously, "I'm talking about the 'military specialization' mentioned by Marshal Doro in his latest statement!"
George was suddenly curious.
"What is that? I haven't bought today's "Imperial Military Journal" yet."
Grace took out a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of his military uniform and said proudly: "It's useless to buy it. This is news that will be released in two days. I asked a friend in the Propaganda Department to know it in advance. ”
"You should know that the empire has opened up many colonies recently, right?"
George nodded: "Of course, there is the Brass Fortress in the Fire Elemental Plane, the Dragon Shadow City in the Underdark, and the Casper Hills in the south."
Grace said: "You must know that the environments of these three places are very different - the Fire Elemental Plane is as hot as purgatory, the Underdark Region is dim all year round, and the environment of Casper Hills is the closest to Anzetta. It will even be warmer.”
George suddenly understood: "That's why we need to carry out the so-called 'military specialization', right? The empire specializes in training troops corresponding to a certain battlefield to deal with the extreme local environment."
"Yes, that's it."
Grace's expression was quite serious: "This is a major event that will determine our future! Do you want to go to the Fire Elemental Plane and the Dark Territory to suffer? Or go to the south to win military exploits?"
"It's indeed a big deal." George looked at the documents in his hand with a slightly solemn expression.
Indeed, the empire's peace will not last long. For this beast born for war, expansion is its instinct.
For imperial minions like George, the most important thing is where to go in the future and whether they can make achievements.
"Is the military specialized?"
However, the piercing whistle sounded, interrupting his contemplation.
"Woo——"
"The [Empire's Third Military Training Base] station is here, please get off the bus in an orderly manner."
With the help of a simple loudspeaker, the conductor's voice spread throughout the carriage, and the officers and soldiers on board got off one after another.
"I'm leaving first, George."
"Okay, see you later."
The two got out of the train and walked to different areas of the military training base.
George was attached to the Imperial Infantry, while Grace was attached to the Artillery Corps.
In the Unification War, Grace opened fire decisively, accurately hit the enemy's headquarters, killing a Northland Earl, and then stood out from the many ogre artillery.
"Good day, Viscount Seth."
"Yeah."
Walking into the infantry base, the races inside are extremely complex, with hobgoblins, ogres, humans, and tieflings all appearing from time to time.
However, most of the positions of hobgoblins and tieflings are relatively high. They are basically elders who joined during the Ember Nest period, with the duke as the backstage.
This was something George could not envy.
However, after possessing the dragon vein, racial conflicts have weakened a lot - for people in the imperial army, dragon blood is the only criterion for testing whether a bloodline is noble.
The identity of Baron George can only be regarded as common in this military camp.
The supreme commander of his unit was a hobgoblin marquis, a senator who followed Marshal Doro.
Seeing the hobgoblin approaching in a hurry, George quickly saluted and said hello - this was his direct superior, Arturo Redridge.
Hobgoblins often have names in this style.
"Good day, Count Arturo, you look great today."
"George?"
The tall dragon-veined hobgoblin lowered his head and took a look at the human in front of him.
This George was originally just a reservist who came in halfway, but because of his extraordinarily hard training, he was promoted to a full soldier and made many meritorious deeds on the battlefield.
Arturo thought highly of this human being.
Hobgoblins often despise humans from the bottom of their hearts, calling them "upright-walking lambs" and "cowards."
But the knowledgeable Arturo knew that human beings had far more potential than they imagined.
Judging from his experience, although the hobgoblins are of the same race, they are often ruthless careerists, while humans are much easier to control and manage.
"You're here just in time. I'm preparing to hold a military meeting. Follow me."
"Yes, Lord Earl."
George responded quickly.
He followed the hobgoblin count through the spiral staircase in the base, and soon reached the second floor and entered the conference room.
After waiting for half an hour, the officers of each regiment and battalion arrived.
After the military system reform a few months ago, the imperial infantry used battalions as the basic tactical unit. Each battalion has four to six companies, about 300 to 600 people; three battalions are a regiment; six regiments are a division.
The "legions" above the divisions are strategic units with a combined nature of various arms, equipped with a number of infantry, cavalry, and artillery divisions.
For example, George's Seventh Army included three infantry divisions, a dragon beast heavy cavalry division, and an artillery division dominated by ogres.
George is a battalion commander of the Third Regiment of the Second Infantry Division of the Seventh Army. He has 473 people under his command, most of whom are humans.
And Arturo Red Ridge is the commander of the 2nd Infantry Division.
In the conference room, Count Arturo sat in the main seat, the captains sat around the long table, and George and other battalion commanders stood outside.
Seeing that the people had almost arrived, Arturo said loudly: "Everyone, have you heard some rumors recently?"
A regimental commander replied cautiously: "Sir Arturo, are you talking about the 'military specialization' mentioned by Marshal Doro?"
"That's right."
The hobgoblin nodded slightly, stood up, and said forcefully: "Since you know the basic situation, let me tell you directly - the empire's army is about to undergo a major reshuffle, and the time when you have nothing to do every day is over! ”
"Marshal Doluo gave special instructions to establish a specialized and systematic force to cope with the environment of each battlefield."
The hobgoblin waved his hand, the magic crystal lit up, and a purgatory-like scene on the fire elemental plane appeared in front of everyone.
"Soldiers with a high degree of dragon transformation can voluntarily sign up to join the fire elemental plane pioneering corps."
"You will undergo special training, receive various heat-resistant equipment, and go to the most dangerous and harsh environment of the fire elemental plane - but on the contrary, you will also gain rich military exploits there!"
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"Those whose strength does not meet the requirements will be incorporated into the local border defense corps and stationed at the border."
"And the most elite troops will be integrated into the Imperial Continental Legion and join in the great cause of conquering the Feiansuo Continent in the future."
Arturo slapped the table with an excited tone. A vast continent, a majestic city, and even the holy city of Fadlan appeared in the magical image.
All the officers attending the meeting were in an uproar.
Arturo said with a heavy tone and stern eyes: "The superiors will send military advisors to inspect us."
"Whether you stay in the mainland and wander around in the Dark Territory or the Fire Elemental Plane, or go to the rich Southern Continent, it all depends on your own choice!"
George looked at the image on the table and remained silent. His heart was already surging, and the golden pupils were flickering.
"Isdalia is good, but - I want to see the wider world and conquer the south for His Majesty Cassius!"
His fists gradually clenched and his eyes became more determined.
Many officers in the conference room also had different expressions, and many even wanted to try their luck in the fire elemental plane.
Monsters and humans live together, share the same beliefs and language, and submit to the same empire.
They travel to various planes, bringing guns and cannons to every corner of the world, regardless of their lives for the sake of power and money, and to keep climbing upwards.
This is an era of fanaticism, this is an era of empire.
——Asking for monthly tickets——(End of chapter)