"Stand at attention!" The next day, as soon as the sun shone on the tallest flagpole of the Royal Palace of Elanthir, a majestic shout echoed in the square of the palace.
The upright officer took out the sword from his waist, held it upright in front of his face, raised his chin and continued to sing without squinting: "The flag-raising ceremony! Begin now!"
"Long live Eiland Hill!" The flag guards who had lined up neatly in front of the flagpole were carrying Mauser 98k rifles. The special chrome-plated spurs for the honor guard on the muzzles shone sharply under the rising sun.
Amid the shouts, the flag guard in front of the flagpole threw away the huge black royal flag, and the golden eagle spread its wings in the wind.
"The flag of the King of Eilandsil... will never fall! The gods are always with your majesty! We win and bathe in the supreme glory; we win because we fight bravely to kill the enemy; we go to the battlefield for the sake of the country; the flag of the King of Eilandsil...
Never fall!" Countless men sang a majestic song together, and the national flag floated upward little by little in the singing.
Finally, the magnificent music stopped abruptly, and the national flag was raised to the top of the flagpole in the same second.
"National Day! Start now!" Standing on the main entrance auditorium, Imperial Prime Minister Desel stood in front of seven huge microphones and solemnly announced to the hundreds of thousands of people watching in front of him: "Long live Ailan Hill!
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"My Emperor! Long live His Majesty Ailanxier Chris!" The countless men and women in front of them waved the flowers in their hands, scattered the petals in their hands, and shouted in the most pious voices: "My Emperor! Ailanxiil Chris!"
Long live His Majesty Er Chris!"
"Holy greetings to His Majesty the Emperor! You are the sun of Ireland, shining on the whole country! We are proud of you, we are proud of you!" Des looked down at the countless people in front of him and spoke word by word.
The song praises His Majesty, the greatest emperor of the empire.
In the palace behind him, at the door of Chris's bedroom, the Imperial Chief of Staff stood on the side of Chris's door, stood at attention, saluted, raised his chin and shouted loudly: "The ceremony has officially begun, Your Majesty, please move to the podium.
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Two newly dressed guards reached out and pushed open the door of Chris's room. Chris, wearing a formal dress, walked out of the door: "Let's go!"
Behind him, Princess Vivian, who was wearing a traditional magician celebration costume, Jessica, who was wearing a dignified traditional Irish dress, and Cape Luna, who was wearing a military uniform, walked side by side. These four are traditional
In a sense, the royal family of Ellandhill.
Stepping on the dense red carpet, Chris's black leather boots were shiny. He walked forward step by step. Every time he passed a pair of guards on both sides, these guards stood at attention with their guns raised and their chins raised in salute.
He walked forward slowly until he reached the end of the corridor. The most expensive royal car in the empire was waiting here, and the car door had been opened by the butler Luther.
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At the same time, he put down his wrist with the watch, and the officer at the gate of the military camp outside the city nodded slightly to the three men in front of him, and said: "The time has come! Participate in the military parade and the troops are setting off!"
Originally, the troops during the military parade did not need to be stationed outside the city. But this time the number of people in the military parade exceeded 100,000, so it was impossible to place so many soldiers in the city.
Therefore, these soldiers were stationed outside the city, set off according to the expected time of the military parade, passed through the city, and were personally reviewed by His Majesty the Emperor.
After hearing the order, the three subordinates raised their flare guns at the same time, pointed at the sky and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!...Bang!" Three signal bombs of different colors pierced the sky, and then the quiet military camp began to boil.
"Step together...go!" the commander of the first infantry phalanx ordered crisply, and the entire phalanx behind him began to move forward.
The heavy leather boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the stone pavement of the school grounds. The sounds were continuous and continuous. Along with the sound of heavy footsteps, the dense forest of bayonets swayed slightly, neatly as if one person was moving forward.
The second phalanx began to move forward immediately. The weapons of this unit were different from those of the first unit. They were more modern and had more equipment on them, and they looked more like fully-armed combat.
force.
"Long live my emperor! Forward!" I don't know how much time passed, but the short but extremely strong dwarf commander loudly shouted the order for the phalanx to move forward. When he shouted, his beard trembled violently, and as he
With shouts, the dwarf infantry wearing heavy armor, like a phalanx of low tanks, also began to take action.
These dwarves are holding large-caliber grenade launchers and carrying hammers of uniform length and size behind their backs. Their movements are neat and military, and they look like a well-trained and terrifying army.
"Long live our Emperor Chris!" The elf magician wearing a helmet and an armor shouted loudly while pressing the long sword on his waist. He has sworn allegiance to Ailanthil and is a true Ailanthil warrior.
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Following his shout, the neat phalanx of elven magic archers also began to move forward. Although there were not as many people as the dwarves, the gorgeous armor, which was like the top equipment in computer games, was still enough to attract the attention of the audience.
As long as they release their magic slightly, the patterns on these armors will light up. Compared with the magic armors worn by the soldiers of the Magic Empire before, the armors worn by the elves are more than ten times more gorgeous?
"Hoo!" A huge battle flag unfolded in the wind. Inside the phalanx of Type 99 main battle tanks parked in a phalanx, the drivers had just climbed onto their tanks. They exposed half of their bodies and raised their chins, waiting for departure.
command.
"Start the engine! Your Majesty is waiting to see us!" The commander of the armored force held his helmet, stood on the turret of the tank, and shouted to the officers and soldiers in front of him: "Long live the 201st Armored Division!"
"Long live!" Tony, half of his body exposed in the commander's hatch, was full of energy and shouted his loudest shout. He could feel the tank shaking slightly under his feet, and he could also feel how powerful this new tank was.
powerful.
As a meritorious unit, the 201st Armored Division was transferred back from the battlefield to receive its own new weapons and equipment and to participate in the National Day military parade.
This force is now one of the most elite divisions in the empire. It swept across the southern region and fought continuously against the demons. With the strength of one division, it annihilated 50,000 demon troops and achieved 37 battle victories.
With such an impressive record, the 201st Division earned the nickname "Devil". This means that the 201st Division is a terrifying force that is even more evil than the devil.
Thus, the famous Devil Division was born! And the side of the tank turret of this unit was actually spray-painted with a devil pattern with teeth and claws, making it look even more majestic.
"The tank troops follow up! Slow down! The time is already 39 seconds faster than expected! Please be careful!" A jeep braked suddenly in front of the tank troops, and the officer in the car shouted an order while holding a stopwatch.
road.
Further away, the truck troops had started their engines, and the entire school field was filled with the roar of engines.
"The Air Force is ready to go! Overall, it's still under control! Everything continues according to the original plan!" In the comprehensive command headquarters, a major grabbed the phone and confirmed loudly.
Next to him, another officer was roaring hysterically: "Let the troops slow down a little! Slow down a little! They are advancing too fast, they are already 39 seconds ahead of schedule! Do you want more of your Majesty's speech?"
"Hello? Hello! Okay! I understand!" The leading officer put down the walkie-talkie, looked at his men, and breathed a sigh of relief: "His Majesty has arrived at the rostrum, and the speech will begin soon..."
"Don't be chaotic! Everything is still within control..." He stabilized his mood and continued: "Let the front-line commanders suppress the troops' forward speed as much as possible, and strive to return the speed to the planned standard time!
The troops following up will wait a moment."
"This is already being done... However, maybe the time for His Majesty's speech is indeed not enough." Another officer lowered his head in frustration and reported: "The flag guard has already marched near the square. The distance is too long. We really can't.
There is no way..."
"Let the troops stay put?" an officer suggested.
"No! There are crowds of visitors on both sides of the road. By then everyone will know that there is a problem with our time..." The leading officer rejected the suggestion depressedly.
At the same time, Chris was already standing in his position. He saw the military parade troops on one side of the square that were ready to enter, and he also saw countless civilians waiting for the military parade in front of him.
So he calmly walked to the microphone and said with a smile: "Subjects, Ireland is a great country that you have built together! You have sacrificed everything for it, so it is also your empire! Ireland
Long live!"
"His Majesty did not use his speech." Des, standing behind Chris, lowered his voice and asked the Defense Minister Kastner beside him: "Why did the troops enter the scene earlier?"
"They are all combat troops, and they have not been trained for military parades... There is no way, His Majesty requires the use of actual combat troops, what can I do." Kastner frowned and complained.
This is Chris's decision and cannot be questioned by him as the Minister of Defense. His Majesty the Emperor has always been unwilling to use an honor guard for the military parade, but insists on using actual combat troops. There is no way around it.
After a tsunami of "Long live Ailan Hill", Chris pressed down with his hand and continued to speak: "Every one of us knows that Ailan Hill has risen, it is extremely powerful, and it transcends
All history! You are also the witnesses of this era! You are also the masters of this era!"
"Now, I announce...the military parade has begun!" Chris raised his arm and saluted the first troop passing the podium.
"His Majesty the Emperor! Long live!" The army phalanx carrying steel guns changed their pace and responded to His Majesty the Emperor's military salute with neat goose steps.