The two celebrations before and after let the whole world know that today is an extraordinary day. Everything that happens today will be given special meaning by the Third Faith and Cohen Keda, and will also become a topic that everyone will talk about in the future. Whether it is

If anyone is lucky enough to witness it at a closer distance, it will be a supreme honor and can even be passed down to future generations as a precious treasure.

The Celebration Square located in Daicheng has become the core of the human world at this time. Anyone with normal thinking is watching nervously, wanting to get closer, and closer, until they are exhausted. As the capital of the Sibia Alliance, Daicheng

The city is big enough, but it cannot accommodate too many people.

The number of people who could see and hear this grand ceremony, including temporary guests, would not exceed one million. These people who could feel the atmosphere knew how lucky they were, so they were very involved in the ceremony - for

Belief, honor, and more for themselves, people released unprecedented enthusiasm without any reservation.

No one in the city could stay away from the incident. Thinking about it, no one needed to keep calm now. The entire continent was swept away by this grand ceremony. Even the emperors and ministers among the guests were infected by this enthusiasm and put down their minds.

The prejudices and dissatisfactions of the past have become purer.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

Near the ceremony venue, there were actually people watching quietly. Even if they stood amidst the earth-shattering waves of screams, they remained unmoved, as if they were in another desolate space. In fact, they did not lack faith, nor did they lack faith.

It's not that they can't feel the glory, but because in their hearts, there is something else above faith and glory - that is the command!

Compared with the lively ceremony venue, Mortal Avenue at this time was extremely deserted. There were not even a single pedestrian on the street, and the shops on both sides were not open. Only the porches made of banners, ribbons and flowers showed some signs of liveliness and celebration.

, but because there is no crowd to match, this atmosphere seems to have passed long ago.

Near the third warning point, thirty guardsmen stood in straight uniforms, positioning themselves at the crossroads like stone sculptures. Colorful ribbons and flower petals shaken by distant cheers fell one after another, hanging diagonally on the soldiers' shoulders and heads, but there was no one there.

Willing to reach out and take it off.

Because they were standing guard and ceremonial at double posts, they must not move! At this intersection, the only person who could move was their lieutenant commander. At this time, he was walking back and forth in front of the soldiers expressionlessly.

As a soldier, the lieutenant is very young, but as a lieutenant of the Sibia Army, he is quite old. Because among the Sibia Army, which has many young generals, a twenty-five-year-old lieutenant with a chest full of military medals and qualification medals is

Synonymous with a dark future. Under normal circumstances, he should wear the rank of major, or even lieutenant colonel or above.

It is definitely not a trivial matter that can offset the fault of a third-level military rank, but an officer who can stand guard on the mortal road cannot be a bastard with bad moral character; then the truth hidden under this contradiction is probably him

His luck is very bad, because his most famous nickname is "Unlucky Man" - but in fact, he has very good luck.

Lieutenant Similian's fate was decided before he was born. What awaits him will be ordinary, boring, and surprise-free years. To put it simply, this unlucky child grew up in the Thirty-Six Tribes, and then his family

He was taken over by the demon nobles and became slaves. Not only was his family separated, he was also sold to the gods and joined the slave army...

Individually, his experience was of course horrific, but overall, his fate was so ordinary.

However, fate is a very strange thing. Dead ashes can resurrect, and salted fish can turn around. The Thirty-Six Tribes also have a proverb: As long as there is water, shriveled seeds can also bring a cool place to the desert... The tribe is a

Strange aggregates, so there are more expectations for groups in the proverbs, but if "dry seeds" can meet water, it can undoubtedly be equated with daydreaming.

When the slave army was as dry as ever, Similian met Cohen Keda, so this seed was poured a lot of water on by the latter - first he was selected as a non-commissioned officer by His Majesty Cohen, then he made great achievements with the military judge, and finally, he

Not only did he survive the series of battles, but he also arrogantly ventured far into the Demon Alliance and brought back dozens of his family, including children and relatives.

Of course, because ransoming people in foreign countries requires a lot of money, Similian can only do some shady and small things, such as lending usury to nobles to buy offices, and turning around to report and collect bounties. But in the end,

, the entire small lending gang was counterattacked by the run-down nobles. The three princes and the General Superintendent of Military Discipline personally interrogated him, and he was brought before the old commander, the military judge, by the law enforcement team.

He was very lucky, because the commander of the regiment and even the general staff officer interceded with him, and the military judge also raised his head high and lowered it gently, only receiving sixty military sticks in two times.

"I knew he was a bastard when we were in Tucheng, but he is a bastard who was kicked by His Majesty. If Your Majesty wants to kick his ass one day but can't find anyone, who of you will explain?"

The military judge's explanation was so straightforward and rude that the plaintiffs almost choked. Even Similian rolled his eyes at that time because His Majesty only kicked his butt once, but the military judge often took him to confiscate.

Someone else's criminal tool...

It was already fine, but maybe the words of the military judge were inappropriate. Anyway, the General Superintendent of Military Discipline was angered. His words ruined Similian's bright future: "Since he is a person who relies on his butt to make a living, then he will be irritated."

It would be enough to join the Capital Garrison Corps as a lieutenant, right? It would be convenient if Your Majesty wants to kick him."

Prior to this, Similian was a dignified lieutenant colonel and commander of the assault battalion, with hundreds of soldiers in charge.

The regular grass-roots officers of the Sibia Army are generally trained like this: rookies who graduate from the junior officer academy will be promoted to second lieutenants after graduation or meritorious service. After one year of service, those who pass the exam and pass the training can be promoted to lieutenants...

In the past, officers could be directly promoted to captain based on their military exploits and qualifications. If they were trained in academies, they would at least be majors after graduation.

The veterans who survived the Ninth Army period were the earliest elite members of the Sbia Army. Under normal circumstances, they were all school-level officers. All other officers and soldiers were regarded by them as rookies.

Being a lieutenant is already the most severe punishment. It is only a little better than being ordered to retire and take back the honor. Because they have all been watered down, they are no longer slave soldiers, but the proudest soldiers. Honor is what they regard life as.

People can tolerate being bossed around by a rookie boss.

This is a serious grievance. You can appeal to the imperial concubine, or you can go to the Palace Square to cause a scene!

But Similian happily packed up his luggage and went to the garrison. He had no guilt at all for committing the crime, nor was he ashamed of being punished, because in the minds of the thirty-six tribesmen, family trumps everything. In Similian

In the eyes of this generation of children, there is also His Majesty Cohen above the family. As long as he can match up to these two, he will be an upright man!

As for the others, they are optional.

The garrison is a good place. Although it is not well-known, the people who stay there are all veterans. They are paid very well and fight hard. So Similian brought some of his family members into the city, and he was very happy.

I will guard the door for His Majesty.

His life was simple and satisfying. Didn't you see? When it was time to divide the three princes, so many well-known legions were separated, but the huge garrison for the city was not even moved.

What could be more joyful than this? For these die-hards, wearing the armband of the garrison all their lives and following His Majesty Cohen is the most comfortable thing.

The cheers and excitement in the distance are just ordinary people making noises, and are not even 100% what everyone feels on the battlefield.

Similian narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, turned around sharply at the edge of the warning zone, and started pacing from the beginning.

Soft footsteps came from the side of Youshuang Palace, flowing like water on the mortal road. Similian turned around and reached out to hold the handle of the knife - people who have been in battle for a long time have a keen intuition.

He could hear that there was a hint of firmness and persistence in these footsteps. The will of the person who came was already stronger than the soldiers whose armor clanked, and there was even a strange power that filled the mortal road.

Similian stretched out his hand to wipe his nose, walked back to the edge, and waited for the other party to show up.

Those guys who shouted "Alert!" after discovering an abnormality are all stupid. If you want to order your subordinates to enter the alert state, a dry cough is enough. And in the garrison full of veterans, dry coughs can express many meanings. If combined

If the tone of voice is strong or weak, more information can be conveyed, and even writing a love letter is not a problem.

Indistinctly, the other party came along the street. The leaders were three generals, and the golden light on their shoulders had been coming over for a long time. According to convention, when there is a large number of people moving inside and outside the city, there must be guards and garrison troops to contact them.

Each department is accompanied by a brigadier general to avoid misunderstandings.

But Similian's eyes were not on the three generals, but behind them - two neat lines with a large number of people, extending to the far corner of the street. Similian could clearly feel their hidden intentions.

That kind of momentum, but his eyes have been ignoring the existence of the other party. In his field of vision, these people seem to be just shadows, so light and inconspicuous.

The team on the left includes elves, humans, and other races. They are all wearing close-fitting uniforms and exquisite leather armor. Their weapons are two iron rods as long as an arm. Judging from their pace, they are mostly elite close combat warriors.

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The people on the right, first of all, are confusing in terms of their dress, because they hide themselves in large blue robes, with hoods all over their heads, and cover their faces with scarves, leaving only the eyes exposed for observation.

small hole. Their steps were very gentle, as if they were walking on their beloved lawn, holding a weapon equal to their height in their hands, whether it was a staff or a long stick.

"There is no need to dig this hole." Perhaps it was because of the empty eyes of the other party, Similian was a little unhappy, and he sarcastically said in his heart: "They all look like blind men."

"Lieutenant, you can evacuate." The brigadier general of the Liaison Department walked up to Similian and announced the order in a formal tone: "We will take over this place."

"Yes, sir, but I still need a clear order." Similian didn't even move his body, and his perfunctory words were not enough, because he was still concentrating on looking at the qualifications of those unknown people - the officers and soldiers of the city guard officers.

He is profound, has the highest loyalty, and is also the most arrogant. It doesn't matter if the lieutenant doesn't give face to the brigadier general of the Liaison Department. Moreover, Similian has another trump card.

"The order given to you is not clear enough?" the brigadier general of the Liaison Department said coldly: "Answer me!"

"Ah, I'm deaf, sir, can you say it again?" To deal with this kind of situation, Similian didn't even have to think carefully: "You said, we stand on this street, who will take over this time? If it's the boss

If you ask me, I can't know everything..."

"Lieutenant, under the order of Governor Cort of the alliance capital, the police department will take over your guard." The garrison brigadier general answered him.

"Them?" The hesitation on Similian's face was fake, and he also lacked a lesson: "They don't even have a knife to peel potatoes..."

"Lieutenant! Don't talk nonsense." After all, he was one of his own, and the garrison brigadier general emphasized: "There are also patrols from the faith headquarters here. Before the third faith establishment ceremony begins, they must take over the city."

"So they are the patrolmen of the Faith Headquarters?" Similian suddenly woke up, straightened his body, and threw out a standard military salute: "Accept the order, the No. 17 Security Detachment of the Garrison Corps is handed over to defense! Lieutenant Similian!"

"Team No. 7 of the Alliance Capital Police Department, take over the defense area of ​​the No. 17 Security Detachment of the Garrison Corps! Major McGee!" An officer behind the brigadiers returned the greeting: "Please evacuate along the security passage and go directly out of the south gate!"

"Understood!" Similian repeated loudly, blinked at the brigadier general of the Liaison Department, and moved his lips slightly. Then, he led his men into the security passage parallel to the Mortal Avenue, and walked all the way out of the city.

"What did the lieutenant tell you?" The Brigadier General of the Guards seemed to be a friend of the Brigadier General of the Liaison Department. He found an opportunity to approach and asked, "I saw his lips moving, but I didn't hear him clearly."

"That's the tribal language. We will go home for dinner in the evening." The brigadier general of the Liaison Department did not hide it: "He is my cousin."

"Cousin?" Brigadier General of the Guards Army understood: "No wonder."

In the temporary camp outside the city gate, several carriages formed a small circle. Similian's immediate superior was standing on the carriage, pointing to the soldiers with a branch: "Change clothes - hurry up! Similian

Company, bring your people here to collect the clothes. You are not allowed to take away the old ones! These are military uniforms, and we cannot make crotchless pants for your little girls!"

"It doesn't work the other way around, right?" The veterans lamented: "The things in the city are very expensive!"

"Go against your mother! Can you be a little ambitious? You get three military pay, a house and land, and you still want to take advantage of this?" The officer widened his eyes and explained: "The uniforms replaced this time will be handed over to other legions! Hurry up!

Get dressed, we have a mission later!"

When they heard that something was going on, the veterans stopped talking and took their things into the tent to change clothes. Similian lazily entered the officer's tent with a lot of new uniforms in his arms, and then took off his saber. His superior hugged him.

Something got in, but he was still mumbling something.

"Louder, sir." Similian's tone was not respectful at all: "We are all studious people."
To be continued...