"M? Mig? 21？ They just used a code name to call an artifact? Morakot suddenly felt that his worldview had been turned upside down, and that he should have a good chat about life with the technical genius who designed the MiG-21, and teach them a good lesson about how important a good name is - and he could only talk to them about this, because the other party seemed to have nothing in technology that he could point out anymore.

If Chris had known that his weapon naming rules were criticized, he would have had a laughing and crying expression on his face.

After all, the full name of the MiG is the Type 21 fighter of the Mikoyan Design Bureau, and the F-15 and F-16 fighters, which Iran Hill now uses himself, sound even more inexplicable than the MiG-21......

Speaking of the dwarf Morakot, he proposed to see the supersonic flight of the aircraft, Grecken naturally will not refuse, Longsardle asked about the training arrangements that afternoon, and told the dwarf Morakot a specific time to see supersonic flight: "At about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, two novice pilots will be arranged for supersonic training, and then you can see the supersonic flight status of the aircraft." ”

This answer made the dwarf Morakot very satisfied, and the elven envoy Falai standing on the other side was studying the dispatch and communication equipment in the command center.

He looked at the officers on duty sitting in their seats, pinched the intercom, and radioed all the fighters on the flight patrol mission.

The entire radio channel was busy, and more than a dozen people sat in soft positions, facing the radar screen in front of them, confirming the specific conditions of each plane, including flight altitude and flight speed, and even what the pilot saw and heard.

The officers sat in their positions, and every word of the elf envoy Falai understood, but together they were, but Falai did not understand it at all.

I saw a young Greken Air Force officer, pinching the intercom, and gave a vigilant order to the fighters in the airspace he was responsible for: "4 squadrons!" 4 squadrons! Adjust your height, there are flocks of birds passing under the clouds, make sure! Don't let go of suspicious targets! ”

And another officer, who was sitting next to the young officer, with headphones, was giving the order to another air patrol unit to descend to an altitude and check the ground for low-flying hostile targets.

The whole command room looked chaotic and tense, but in fact it was in an orderly state. The elven envoy Falai has been trying to figure out how such a complex communication device was created.

If, more than a year ago, the elves also had such an advanced command system and such a reliable communication device, would they still be defeated?

If more than a year ago, the elves also had those mysterious flying machines that roared past the window, would they still be defeated by the demons?

Farai, whose mind was full of these questions, suddenly heard Longsadlai beside him, who seemed to be calling his name.

He raised his head and saw the curious gaze of Longsadlai, only then did he realize that he had just wandered, he quickly adjusted his emotions, bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Great Magister Longsadlai...... I just got rude. ”

"It's nothing, the first time I saw these things, they weren't much better than you." Longsadley laughed at himself, easing Falai's embarrassment.

"Perhaps, you should speak to His Majesty the Emperor of Irranhill, who is a great man who is very kind and admired. ”

"Of course we will go to meet the emperor of the Irlanhill Empire, but the distance is far away, and we don't have a way to communicate with Alleyland, so we still have to rely on Grican to help." Falai said with some regret.

In fact, after seeing the current situation of Grican, the elven envoy Falai is also very curious about the mysterious kingdom of Iran Hill hidden behind Griken.

He wanted to see for himself what Iran Hill, who was so admired by Grican's chief archmage, was like.

"Uh...... In fact, it only takes a few hours for us to get to Iran Hill. Lonzadelai had to once again explain the advanced modern technology to these dirt buns from the isolated mountains: "That...... Also, we now have a phone so we can reach each other at any time......"

"Contact the other party? Can you get in touch with Iran Hill, in time? Hearing this, Falai, the envoy of the elven clan, was shocked again. He felt that the number of shocks he had been shocked in such a short period of time was almost more than the number of shocks he had been in the past years combined.

"Of course it's timely, you can talk on the phone first, and he will say something with a delay of less than a second, but I would recommend going to Alan Hill, after all, the meeting is ......more formal than the phone call," Ronsadley suggested.

He felt the need to inform Iran Hill about the elves and dwarves, and it was also necessary to let these aliens from afar see the true rise of the human race.

"You mean, if we want, we can say it to you...... That is called a unit of distance in kilometers...... Thousands of kilometers away, you can talk in language? Morakot, who had just recovered from the shock of having the sound barrier breached, was once again dizzy.

He really couldn't believe that he had been away from the range of human activities for thousands of years, and that those races that had fallen into ignorance and depravity a thousand years ago had developed such a glorious civilization and mastered technology that even the dwarves had not mastered.

At this moment, he felt that his whole person was not good, he could feel his own insignificance, and he could feel the strong impact from different civilizations.

The shocked expressions of the elven and dwarven envoys were of course also seen by the surrounding senior Griken officers. Each of them had a little bit of pride, as they felt that they could finally raise their eyebrows in front of the elves and dwarves.

Are you shocked? Damn, you should go to Belvi and see the world...... A senior commander of Belivi, who had gone to Belivi to see the actual damage and effects of a nuclear attack, stood in the corner with his hands behind his back, his heart full of disdainful complaints.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Morakot finally got what he hoped for and saw the training scene of the MiG-21 breaking through the sound barrier. But before that, he first saw the "Celebrity Honor" car imported by Grecan.

Before this, he seemed to have some misunderstanding of luxury, and after seeing this car, he knew what kind of design can be called luxury.

It's just that when he admired it like Grandma Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden, he was told that the "Mingshi Eternal" sold by Iran Hill was the most luxurious car......

Of course, in the end, the driver who was in charge of driving the car and knew the car brand well made a surprising statement, which made the dwarf Morakot realize that his knowledge was still shallow after all: "Actually, the most luxurious cars cannot be bought, and the top series of the famous series is the 'Imperial Series', which is the special car of the Iran Hill royal family......"

By the time he saw the MiG-21 fighter break through the sound barrier and soar twice the speed of sound in one breath, Morakot was too lazy to be shocked. He listened to Iran Hill's flight instructor explain the anti-natural performance of this advanced fighter jet, and endured the smile that was about to overflow in the other party's eyes.

Yes, laugh. This was the first time he felt as a dwarf that the other party had no respect or fear when he looked at him, but just teased with a little kindness to look at the short man......

As an Iran Hill soldier, these highly qualified instructor veterans have already built up their confidence. They feel that in addition to Iran Hill, those so-called powerhouses are just the difference between the second-rate, the third-rate and the ninth-rate.

They have no reverence for these races, and even some contempt and antipathy. They don't even want to hide these emotions, which is a natural continuation of the myth of Iran Hill's victory.

Therefore, this visit was not very pleasant, the dwarf Morakot was very dissatisfied with the way the other party looked at him like a dwarf, and the envoy of the elven clan, Falai, also saw a kind of contempt in the other party's eyes.

"We're going to go to Iran Hill immediately, is there a way?" After suppressing his dissatisfaction for a while, the elven envoy looked at his companions and asked, "Leave immediately, please arrange it for Your Excellency the Great Magister." ”

"It's not a problem at all." Longsardle also hopes that the other party will go to Iran Hill to meet the world sooner, so as not to make jokes here all the time......

With a smile on his face, he continued: "I will immediately arrange a special plane to send a few people to Iran Hill according to the standard of national gifts...... I will inform the Iran Hill side of the trip, everything will be very smooth, please rest assured. ”

"Special planes? Can we fly to Iran Hill? Hearing this, the already dissatisfied dwarf Morakot became interested again and asked.

"Yes, you will fly to Iran Hill on the fastest civilian aircraft in the world, escorted by fighter jets all the way, safely and 10 kilometers above the ground, enjoying the beauty above the clouds." Ronsadle replied.

Everyone present could realize that it was a height of meaning, in the past, only the fierce dragon powerhouses could fight, but now, even if it is just a mortal, as long as he can buy a flight ticket, he can fly to this height.

Falai's face of the elves became even more ugly, because he felt that Iran Hill, who was becoming more and more unhappy, was trampling on the privileges and dignity of the strong.

The dwarven clan's face was even more ugly, because he felt that Ellan Hill was wasting those advanced technologies, which was a contempt and disdain for their dwarven clan.

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Long Ling saw everyone's message asking for more, and there will be more and more supplements, and when Long Ling returns from the field, the state will gradually stabilize. I'm sorry to have hung everyone's appetite these days......