Roy lifted his shovel, small chunks of dirt still hanging from its edges, like a stubborn official who refused to let go of his position.
He then dashed to grabbed the prepared military headquarters, held them with both hands and slowly dropped them down onto the ground.
Inside the mirror, the riny residents sensed that the thunderous digging had stopped, one by one, they stood at the battlements of the walls and looked down toward the outskirts of the city, there, a massive hole has appeared out of nowhere, as if a meteor had suddenly struck the earth yet harmed no one, instead it created a large crater that dotted the field.
The people were still dumbstruck at the view when a shadow suddenly blanketed the entire sky, when they lifted their heads, what they saw was completely came from a story, as if the giants from the giant bean stock had climbed down, bringing disaster and chaos into the world.
Just as panic spread among the tiny residents, the giant object suddenly drifted outward and landed perfectly on the large crater with a thunderous thud, massive debris were sent flying on all sides, dust and dirt clouded the entire field and quickly shadowed the military base underneath.
Roy then nudged the military slightly, so it could stay firm on the ground.
Then his hand drifted to the mountain of dirt beside the massive hole, then slowly covered the military base underneath.
Seconds past, and the massive, stainless steel base was completely buried, leaving no trace of the base at all except the remaining mounds of dirt that have been dug up, still towering over the city walls.
Then, when the endless digging and burried ended, Roy immediately went inside the mirror and approached the stunned ministers still standing behind the battlements, their jaws still hanging widely as they stared at the sky, still unable to process the situation.
"Now that the new military headquarters is buried, " Roy said casually, "now you can start digging a tunnel and connect them to the military barracks."
The ministers immediately snapped back to attention, bowing deeply as they darted off toward the city.
In an instant, a countless laborers immediately gathered at the military barracks, holding pickaxe and shovels and immediately started digging, their objective was to build a large tunnel that connects from the military barracks to the newly constructed underground military headquarters.
It was not easy task, thousands of workers immediately started digging, hauling large bucket of dirt and stones as they slowly moved toward the outskirts of the city, where the underground military base was buried.
Soon, a massive project has began.
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Sor Sogon and Rak Mhan stood quietly on a distance, arms folded, their posture straight, satisfaction and amusement evident in their eyes as they watched the Zudrath Firearms Special Unit continuing their training.
Loud cracks of rifle fire echoed across the fields, six hundred men, all firing modern-day weapons at such an early era, where swords and spears decided the outcomes of battles, and iron armor and wooden shield guaranteed their protection.
Yet here they were, six hundred soldiers, all equipped with firearms shooting small caliber bullets onto wooden targets, like a misplaced lion that was thrown into the deep sea.
Rak Mhan and Sor Sogon nodded in satisfaction, their lips curved into a wide smile as they watched the rapid progression of the firearms unit, unable to contain their excitement.
But such powerful weapons were not easily handed toward ordinary troops, this six hundred men were personally selected by Sor Sogon and Roy, soldiers who lacked ideological characters and morality were simply out of the question, only this few hundred men who were once under Sor Sogon's command had reached the required standards.
When the training session had ended, the six hundred elite trooped didn't immediately retreated back to their tents, instead, they dismantled thir firearms, checking and cleaning impurities, brushing off dusts and remaining gun powder until stripped clean, then this assembled them back together, still perfectly functional.
Then, with a decisive swift, they formed a tight square along the military camps, ahead was the firearms unit instructor, his posture straigh, his hands slapped stiffly on the sides.
With a few swift motion, they marched in perfect unison, their legs raised high before landing on the ground with a loud thud.
The soldiers maintained their rhythm and formation, radiating absolute discipline and synchronized steps.
The military instructor let out military slogans, and the soldiers immediately followed suit, their voices converged into a loud, thunderous roar as the ground seem to shake from their relentless stomping of boots.
Seeing this, Rak Mhan slowly gave a slight nod, a small gesture yet resembled something big, his hardened eyes softened slightly as he watched the marching figures disappear into the distance.
While the secret military unit continued it's relentless evolution, a battalion born from the ashes of the medieval era that quietly leaped from the way of the swords and spears and immediately started using firearms.
Such absurdly destructive weapons being hand out to people who had been living their lives more secluded and outdated than ordinary modern civilians, letting an evil man weild such
another scene has unfolded on the other side of the camp.
Mong Mon sat quietly inside a tent, leg's crossed, his expression calm, almost serene.
Across him stood five generals, and among them was a blacksmith, Sum Garp, standing along with powerful generals who commanded thousands of troops somewhat feel...awkward
Sum Garp trembled slightly, as if the hot sun had suddenly changed into a cold weather, his face began to turn pale as his forehead started to flood with cold sweat.
Mong Mon cleared his throat and asked in a firm, steady tone.
"How many armor have you finished?"Mong Mon asked loudly.
"A–about eight hundred complete set of armor," Sum Garp replied weakly, his voice carried trace of embarrassment as sweat poured violently across his face, " along with five hundred spears and six hundred swords."
Mong Mon placed his hand below his chin, as if calculating the numbers on his head.
"Deliver them to the military barracks immediately."
With that, Sum Garp bowed immediately and sprinted rapidly toward the city workshop.