Chapter 461: Beside the gangway

Three days later, Chris's Airland Hill Sky One floating battleship slowly approached the airport outside Serris.

The huge warship hull stopped little by little, and the mottled bullet marks on it were clear, recording how tragic the terrifying battle was.

On the heavy armor of Sky One, there were three or four places where it was penetrated, and there were even more places where it was hit without being penetrated.

Those penetrating injuries make people thrilling, and the huge bullet holes can even accommodate a person to pass through easily.

And such bullet holes were drilled through armored steel plates up to 500 millimeters thick, surrounded by dark traces melted by magical energy, about the size of a car.

Including the huge eagle emblem on the bow of the frontal ship of Sky One, traces of being hit by the magic cannon can be seen everywhere on the armor of this warship.

There are many craters that have not been penetrated, and some are less than a hundred millimeters away, and they penetrate the armor and cause serious damage to the battleship.

However, even with scars, all the artillery on this battleship still stood upright. The King Ailan Hill flag on the bridge still fluttered in the wind.

"Are you ready? Your Majesty may appear at any time." An officer walked to the front of the military band, looked at his watch, and asked.

"You can start anytime, we are ready." The commander of the military band replied solemnly.

Behind the military band is a chorus full of teenagers. This choir comes from the Royal No. 1 Middle School. Every seedling is carefully selected, with a clean background, and strict standards for height, appearance, body, and voice.

Farther away, is the honor guard of the Ailan Hill Guards. Each pacesetter wears a neat military uniform, and wears a medal of etiquette that can only be worn by soldiers.

For the sake of beauty, the weapons they use are Mauser 98k old bolt-action rifles, with chrome-plated bayonets installed on them.

These soldiers kept looking straight, arranged in a neat square, waiting for the emperor's inspection.

I have to say that after the Battle of the Rudono River, Chris's reputation in this country has increased. People are talking about the invincible and great emperor, and there are more and more adjectives.

Even, official imperial officials have begun to preach the title of His Majesty the Emperor in semi-public occasions.

In the human history of this world, there are very few emperors, or heroes, who have their own titles. In other words, few people have the kind of honor that is recognized by others.

Even if it is not recognized, there are only 17 mortal empire emperors who have proclaimed their honorable titles. This number is not too much in the history of thousands of years.

In the empire of magicians, there are only 2 great mages who are recognized as having honorable titles, and there is no monarch with honorable titles in the mortal empire.

Although Chris's situation is a bit special now, the Forbidden Magic Domain has completely disappeared, and he can't be regarded as the emperor of a mortal empire. This matter is still a big matter, and the empire is still weighing and considering.

After all, this is an empire's face problem. If you get the honorary title but are not recognized by other empires, you will lose the face of the Ailan Hill royal family, so you must be more cautious.

It's best that this kind of thing can happen naturally, rather than trying to reluctantly buckle yourself at least, Chris himself thinks so.

"Long live your majesty!" Desaier, who stood at the front to greet Chris and walked down the gangway, saw His Majesty the Emperor in gorgeous robes walk to the doorway specially prepared for His Majesty, and immediately shouted loudly.

As he shouted, the hearts of other ministers finally fell to the ground. In their opinion, the emperor's imperial conquest of this kind of thing, no matter how safe the process, is also very frightening.

What's more, this empire has no crown prince, and no legal heir to the throne! This is something that people will never forget.

"Long live your majesty!" Whether Dians, Strider, the military chief of staff Luo Kai, and the defense minister Kastner all cheered in unison.

"Long live your majesty!" Behind them, all the officials and military generals who came to greet them all cheered in unison. If a bomb is detonated here at this time, almost the top of the Ailan Hill Empire will be sold in one pot.

It's a pity that everyone who can stand here has undergone strict scrutiny, and the guards guarding here are guarded at all levels, and a fly may not come in.

Hearing the cries of the emperor's Majesty Long live, the commander of the military band immediately waved his baton, and various musical instruments were played, converging into a majestic music.

And with the performance of the military band, the boys of the choir also sang the song that followed the Ailanhill grenadier to fight against each other: "The Ailanhill King Banner... Never Fall! The gods are always with your Majesty! We are triumphed and bathed in the supreme glory; we are triumphed because we slay the enemy bravely; for the country, we are on the battlefield; the king of Ailan Hill... never fall!"

Chris waved his arm slightly, and then took Vivian down the gangway. He stepped on the soft red carpet and walked in front of Desaier and others step by step.

"When I'm away, you have worked hard!" Chris smiled a lot of Dessier, then looked at Deans and the others, and said.

"It is our duty to be courtiers to share the worries for your majesty." Desaier, Deans and others replied in unison.

"Victory is hard to come by... the princes still need to work hard." Chris did not go to review the guard of honor first, but walked along the huge airport terminal to the ordinary officers and soldiers' gangway on the other side.

He walked to the side of the gangway and ordered the officer who stood upright in front of the gangway to salute: "Let the sacrificed soldiers and wounded come down... I, as their emperor, will send these brave soldiers a ride at last."

"Yes!" The officer stood up and saluted again with his chin held high. Because of his excitement, his salute was somewhat deformed this time: "Long live the emperor!"

Behind Chris, the military band was still playing the majestic war hymn, but the chorus after singing a song stopped. Because Chris didn't directly review the guard of honor, it was a temporary intention, so they didn't prepare other songs and couldn't sing a song all the time, right?

At this moment, on the huge gangway for officers and soldiers, four soldiers in full dresses, carrying the coffin covered with the eagle flag, walked down slowly.

Chris, who was standing on the side of the gangway, just watched, staring at the coffins being lifted one by one, expressionless and silent.

He waited until the coffin came to him before he asked loudly, "What's his name?"

Several soldiers carrying the coffin were taken aback for a moment, then stopped, and immediately replied: "Report to your Majesty! Sergeant Bob was killed!"

"Thank you for your contribution to the empire!" Chris stretched out his hand, pressed it on the coffin, and said softly, then stepped back and cleared the path, letting go of the coffin covered with the national flag.

After that, the second coffin was carried down the gangway by four soldiers, and Chris continued to ask softly: "What's his name."

So back and forth, the bite-by-bite coffin was lifted off Sky One, and every coffin lying in it was a young life.

The soldiers replied loudly, chanting names that were so ordinary and hard to remember.

Until the end, the soldiers carrying the coffins finished walking, and what was left were the seriously wounded soldiers carried on the stretcher. Chris was still standing by the gangway, saluting each wounded.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Finally, a soldier whose legs had been sawn off couldn't help it. He took Chris' hand and cried, tears falling to the ground: "Your Majesty! I want to fight for you! Your Majesty! I'm still alive! I still want to fight for you! Your Majesty!"

His shout seemed to ignite something. For a while, the lightly wounded soldiers, the soldiers with bandages on their heads, the soldiers with their arms on their chests, and the soldiers with crutches all began to cry.

"Long live my emperor! Long live Ellen Hill!" All the wounded who passed by Chris would sing in a loud voice, one after another, always accompanied by majestic music, without stopping.

Watching this scene, the uninjured soldiers stopped walking down the gangway. They waited for the last wounded to go down, and spontaneously began to line up inside the battleship.

Soon, a line of officers and soldiers in neat steps walked out of Sky One, and a row of five of them, as if they were troops under review, passed in front of Chris.

They saluted Chris, but kept their feet. Their boots stepped on the cement-paved airport terminal, making a dull noise.

This sound has already overshadowed the majestic military music, and hit the heart of every minister behind Chris. In Sky One, there are still a steady stream of soldiers walking out neatly, taking vigorous steps.

And Chris stood on the side of the gangway, like a military discipline officer on duty, meticulously saluting every row of soldiers.

"Long live Ailan Hill! Long live the emperor!" Although these soldiers were all carrying their bags and the clothes on their bodies were different because of the different departments and arms, no one cared. Hearing the shouts from their hearts, everyone knew that this was a powerful army with full of morale.

After waiting until there were no more soldiers walking down the gangway, Chris turned around. He walked to the guard of honor that had been waiting for a long time, and in the music without singing, he reviewed his guards.

While he was reviewing the guard of honor, at the other end of the huge airport, a brand-new Sky-class floating warship was replenishing supplies, countless cars were driving into this equally huge warship, and cranes were also replenishing this warship. Various types of missiles.

On the bridge of the Sky II battleship, the black eagle flag also fluttered in the wind, majestic and majestic. ——

I still owe you two more changes. Long Ling has not forgotten and dare not ask for a monthly pass. I can only thank you for your support and love. Thank you.