About time!
Go for it. Mass produce them till you run out of metal. Only the threat of a wall of steel missiles will convince the nutcase and his generals (those still left alive), that any war they start will end with them totally annihilated, dead, kaput, dog meat (since they’ve already eaten any live dogs left in the North).
Point all weapons where Kim and sycophants are hiding.
Once they are dead the war would stop right away.