Chapter 305: Kingdom Response
Burning Kingdom, North Wind Castle.

The streets were bustling with people, humans and monsters were moving back and forth more hurriedly than usual, and the cries of newsboys and the preaching of loudspeakers rose and fell, echoing noisily in the city.

"Breaking news! The Principality of Bosk attacked the Free Trade Caravan on the Margu Trade Road!"

"Breaking news! The Principality of Bosk, the Principality of Fano, the Principality of Carter and others have officially established the so-called 'Anti-Red Dragon Alliance'!"

"The Alliance officially declares war on the Kingdom!"

"Marshal Doro issued a statement, saying that this was a naked humiliation to the kingdom and that the people of the North must pay an unforgettable price!"

"Lord Trump held a press conference and gave instructions at the meeting: The undeclared war by the northern countries is immoral and has seriously trampled on the peace and order of Anzeta. Their abilities and morals are not enough to manage this vast land. Only Your Majesty is qualified to be the supreme leader and actual manager of Anzeta."

After the incident officially called the "Magur Incident" by the kingdom, the people of the Burning Kingdom did not become panic-stricken and frightened like the people of other countries. Instead, the entire country fell into an atmosphere of fanaticism and restlessness.

In the eyes of others, the coming of war means disaster, death, and hunger, but in the eyes of the citizens of the kingdom, war is a symbol of honor, a channel to obtain money and status, and a precious opportunity to become a dragon-blood noble - to gain powerful strength and a long life. It can be called a ladder to heaven.

As for the failure of the war?

They never thought about this issue.

Even if someone really raises questions, it will only cause laughter from people around them and be regarded as a coward.

The kingdom's invincibility, powerful military strength, and the existence of the red dragon have given the kingdom's citizens absolute confidence in the war. Victory is just a matter of time, and what's more important is to enjoy the process of victory.

In their eyes, war is not just a bloody fight or a contest of strength, but also a sacrificial ceremony to please the king and a baptism of blood.

Yes, a sacrificial ceremony.

Over the years, throughout the kingdom's vast territories, the Burning King has replaced Tempus, the god of war that the Scandians had previously worshipped, and has become the embodiment of war, a symbol of glory and victory.

The official authorities of the Burning Kingdom did not suppress the news of the "Magur Incident", but instead spread it widely.

Therefore, under the strong official propaganda, the news spread throughout the kingdom within a few days, and the whole country entered a state of war readiness. Troops from all over the country began to be urgently mobilized, and thousands of wyverns swarmed out and appeared around and above the city.

Arms factories across the country operated at high speed day and night, and even some civilian factories had their production lines urgently modified. Incentivized by money and status, workers churned out the most advanced and brand-new weapons and equipment day and night.

The entrance of the military hall was crowded with all kinds of "people", all of whom came to participate in the military recruitment.

As a country with diverse races, the Kingdom of Burning Ashes naturally has an extremely rich source of soldiers. In addition to the most common humans, hobgoblins, and tieflings, the citizens who join the army also include ogres, orcs, pure-blooded snakemen and even half-human, half-ogre. It is unknown who made such a great sacrifice for the racial exchange of the kingdom.

Players are flocking to this kind of large-scale war activities, and the forums are full of posts such as "recruiting teammates" and "looking for battlefield partners".

Players were also seen wandering around in various war-related departments, such as military factories and recruitment offices. The top guilds and professional players had received official notices from the kingdom and were organized into a special Starfall Force, directly commanded by Marshal Doro.

The entire kingdom is in full swing, and everyone is like a gear in it. This terrible war machine is about to show its true power to the world.

The No. 4 Food Processing Plant has now been converted into the No. 4 Reserve Military Factory.

The original production line for canned food was urgently converted into a production line for processing military rations, but there were not many differences, only some adjustments were made in terms of storage and usage.

As the acting person in charge here, George is naturally very busy. He has not slept for almost three days.

Yes, the acting director. Due to the start of the war, the original factory director, Datou, was urgently transferred because he was an ogre and had experience in artillery. He might become a member of the ogre heavy artillery. George also became the acting director of the factory, and maybe he could be promoted to the real director in the future.

However, he did not feel happy about this for long and plunged into his intensive work.

George looked tired, with dark circles around his eyes, but he still took notes with a pen and did not forget to urge others to do so.

"We have only completed 70% of the standards given by the higher-ups. The progress is really too slow."

"Eight thousand one hundred and forty canned food rations and one thousand seven hundred and thirty-four canned luncheon meats. Not a single one can be missing."

"This is a death order from above, everyone, cheer up!"

George walked up to the sleepy Howard and shouted.

The long hours of work made George feel a little irritable. He could no longer treat his former co-workers gently as usual. He could only keep putting pressure on them, because only in this way could he ensure the completion of the heavy tasks.

"Yes, yes, sir."

Howard suddenly opened his eyes and apologized repeatedly.

He was busy on the assembly line numbly, packaging cans one by one. After long-term repetitive work, this had almost become a conditioned reflex.

George patrolled back and forth in the factory, staring at the workers nervously. He would be discovered if they slacked off in the slightest, but this also made George feel very tired.

"Does it mean I will have to stay in this factory for the rest of my life?"

"I've had enough of those stinky cans and the damn additives."

George couldn't help but think this in his mind as he sat in his chair.

He slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes, and wanted to rest for a while, but he was soon awakened by the noise of the food mixer.

It was by chance that George saw a recruitment advertisement posted on the wall of the factory.

"War is a man's testing ground."

In the picture, a dragon-blood noble in armor is holding a long sword, looking into the distance in the breeze, with corpses of enemies everywhere around him.

George was a little shaken, and he murmured to himself:
"war."

“This is the quickest way to climb up.”

"However, this also means giving up the position you have now and risking your life."

He looked at the poster, carefully observing the scales appearing on the face of the dragon-blooded noble, and finally gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of decision.

“I want to be a real big shot.”

　There is more in the evening, I will post one chapter first

　　
　
(End of this chapter)