"We very much hope so. When the time comes for war, please be sure to call on us," Long Tianhe said sincerely.
Leng Xiyue waved a hand, showing little interest. Whenever she remembered that they had treated her original body's parents as tools, she could muster no goodwill toward this Hidden Dragon Society.
Helping each other? They were merely using one another.
After some perfunctory conversation, the visitors left, making sure to leave Leng Xiyue a Communication Device before they went. Once battle began, she could use it to call them.
After putting it away, Leng Xiyue went to find Miho Nishizumi.
After two years of development, Stormwind City now had much of what an important industrial city should possess. It had a full complement of factories and smelting equipment, and could already mass-produce guns, artillery, and ammunition. Its output could sustain an army of a hundred thousand. Its industrial standards were roughly equivalent to those of World War II, which was quite impressive compared to this era, when blacksmiths still provided the bulk of industrial output.
Beyond that, the original Light Tank squad had undergone a complete overhaul. Its main armored force now consisted of Medium Tanks with both armor and guns a notch above their predecessors, with two thousand vehicles in service. There were also ten Main Battle Tanks specially made by Miho Nishizumi as their trump cards.
An armored force of this scale made pride and complacency difficult to avoid. Even though the enemy outnumbered their side ten to twenty times over and had large numbers of Soul Masters, they still seemed entirely unworthy of mention before this steel torrent of two thousand vehicles.
"Miho, how are the preparations for war coming along?"
Matters here had dragged on long enough. It was time to settle the situation