Chapter 592: The parade begins

"Stand at attention!" The next day the sun just shone on the highest flagpole of the Ailan Hill Palace, and the majestic shouts echoed in the palace square.

The stiff officer drew out his saber from his waist and put it in front of his face. He continued to sing and said without squinting, "The flag-raising ceremony! It begins now!"

"Long live Ailan Hill!" Already lined up neatly, waiting for the flag guard in front of the flagpole carrying a Mauser 98k rifle, the muzzle of the honor guard dedicated chrome-plated army thorn, shining sharply under the rising sun.

In the shout, the flag bearer in front of the flagpole shook off the huge black king flag, and the golden eagle spread its wings in the wind.

"The King of Ailanhill... Never fall! The gods are always with your Majesty! We win victory, bathing in supreme glory; we win because of bravely killing the enemy; for the country, on the battlefield; King Ailanhill... Never fall!" Countless men sang majestic songs together, and the national flag floated upwards little by little in the singing.

In the end, 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 observatory at the main entrance, Imperial Prime Minister Desser stood in front of seven huge microphones, solemnly announcing to the hundreds of thousands of people who were watching the ceremony: "Long live Ailan Hill! "

"My emperor! Long live your Majesty Ailan Hill Chris!" The countless men and women in front of them waved the flowers in their hands, threw the petals in their hands, and whispered the tsunami with the most pious voice: "My emperor! Long live Her Majesty Chris!"

"Your Majesty, Saint Ann, the emperor! You are the sun of Ailan Hill, shining on the whole country! We are proud of you, and we are proud of you!" Desaier looked down at the countless crowds in front of him, saying every word The praise of His Majesty the greatest emperor of the empire.

And in the palace behind him, at the door of Chris's bedroom, the Chief of the Imperial General Staff stood at the side of Chris's door, standing upright and saluting, holding his chin up and shouting: "The ceremony has officially begun, please move to the rostrum. "

Two newly dressed guards stretched out their hands and pushed open the door of Chris's room, and Chris in a tuxedo walked out of the door: "Let's go!"

Behind him, the imperial concubine Vivienne in the traditional magician celebration costume, Jessica in the dignified Ailanhill traditional costume, and Cape Luna in the military uniform are walking side by side. These four are traditional The royal family of Ailan Hill in the sense.

Stepping on the roaring red carpet, Chris' black boots are shiny. He walked forward step by step, and every time he passed a pair of guards on both sides, these guards raised their guns and stood upright with their chins up in salute.

He walked forward slowly until he reached the end of the corridor. The empire’s most expensive royal special car is waiting here, and the door has been opened by the butler Ludela.

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At the same time, putting down the wrist with the watch, the officer at the entrance of the military camp outside the city nodded slightly to the three men in front of him, and said, "The time is up! The parade will take part in the troop!"

Originally, parade-style troops did not need to be stationed outside the city. But this time the number of soldiers in the parade exceeded 100,000, so it is impossible to house so many soldiers in the city.

Therefore, these soldiers were stationed outside the city, set out according to the expected time of the military parade, passed through the city, and received personal inspection by the emperor.

The three men who heard the order raised their flare guns at the same time and pulled the trigger to the sky.

"Bah! ... Bah!" Three flares of different colors pierced the sky, and then the quiet barracks boiled.

"Step...Go!" The commander of the first infantry phalanx gave the order simply, and the entire phalanx behind him began to move forward.

The heavy leather boots stepped on the stone road of the school field, making a crisp sound. There is a continuous sound. Accompanied by the heavy footsteps, the densely packed bayonets swayed slightly, as if they were moving forward neatly.

The second phalanx immediately began to move forward, and the weapons of this unit were different from those of the first unit. They are more modern and equipped with more equipment, more like fully armed combat troops.

"Long live my emperor! Go ahead!" I don't know how much time has passed, the short but sturdy dwarf commander shouted out the order to move forward. When he shouted, his beard trembled violently, and as he shouted, wearing heavy armor, the dwarf infantry in the phalanx of low tanks began to move.

These dwarves are holding large-caliber grenade launchers and carrying hammers of uniform length and size behind their backs. They are neatly and powerfully armed. They are all a well-trained and terrifying army.

"Long live my emperor Chris!" The elven magician in the top of the armor and the elven clan shouted loudly according to the long sword at his waist. He has sworn allegiance to Ailan Hill, and he is a true Ailan Hill warrior. .

As he shouted, the neat phalanx of elves magic archers also began to move forward. Although the number was not as large as that of dwarves, the gorgeous armor, 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 armor worn by the soldiers of the Magic Empire, the armor on the elves is more than ten times more gorgeous?

"Huh!" A huge battle flag spread out into the wind, and the pilots had just climbed onto their tanks in the phalanx of Type 99 main battle tanks parked in a phalanx. Half of their bodies were exposed, their chins held high, waiting for the order to start.

"Start the engine! Your Majesty is waiting to see us!" The commander of the armored unit holding his helmet, standing on the turret of the tank, shouted to the officers and soldiers in front of him: "Long live the 201st Armored Division!"

"Hurray!" Tony, half of his body exposed in the captain's hatch, was full of energy and uttered his biggest shout. He can feel the chariot under his feet shaking slightly, and he can also feel how powerful this new tank is.

As a meritorious force, the 201 Armored Division was transferred back from the battlefield to receive its own new weapons and equipment, while participating in the National Day military parade.

This unit is now one of the best elite divisions in the empire. It swept the southern region and fought successively against the demons. With the strength of one division, it wiped out 50,000 demons and won 37 battles.

With such an impressive record, the 201st Division received the nickname of a "devil". This means that Division 201 is a terrorist force that is even more demons than demons.

Thus, the famous Devil Master was born! And the side of the tank turret of this unit is really sprayed with a devil pattern with teeth and claws, which looks even more majestic.

"The tank troops follow up! The speed is slower! The time is 39 seconds faster than expected! You pay attention!" A jeep brake suddenly in front of the tank troops, and the officer on the car squeezed the stopwatch and ordered loudly. Tao.

Farther away, the truck unit had already started the engine, and the entire school field was full of the roar of the engine.

"The Air Force is ready to set off! The whole is still under control! Everything continues as planned!" In the integrated command headquarters, a major grabbed the phone and confirmed loudly.

Next to him, another officer was roaring hysterically: "Let the troops slow down! Slow down! The speed of advance is too fast, it is already 39 seconds ahead! Do you want your majesty's speech?"

"Hello? Hello! Okay! I see!" The officer in the lead put down the intercom, looked at his subordinates, and exhaled: "Your Majesty has arrived at the podium, and the speech will begin soon..."

"Don't mess! Everything is still within the controllable range..." He stabilized his emotions and continued to speak: "Let the front-line commander try to suppress the advancement speed of the troops as much as possible, and try to bring the speed back to the planned standard time! The follow-up troops slowed down."

"It's already doing this... But maybe your majesty's speech time is really not enough." Another officer lowered his head and reported in frustration: "The flag guard has already moved to the vicinity of the square. The journey is too long. We really are. There is no way..."

"Let the troops stand still?" an officer suggested.

"No! There are visitors on both sides of the road. By then, everyone will know that our time is out..." The leading officer depressed this suggestion.

At the same time, Chris was already in his place. He saw the military parade on the side of the square that was ready to enter, as well as the countless civilians waiting for the military parade in front of him.

So he calmly walked to the microphone and said with a smile: "Subjects, Ailan Hill is a great nation built by you together! You have given everything for it, so it is also your empire! Allan Hill Long live!"

"Your Majesty didn't use his speech." Desaier, who stood behind Chris, lowered his voice, and asked the Secretary of Defense Castner next to him: "How did the troops arrive earlier?"

"They are all combat troops, and they have not been trained in the military parade... No way, your Majesty requires the use of actual combat troops, what can I do." Castner frowned and complained.

This is Chris' decision, not something he can question as a Secretary of Defense. His Majesty the Emperor has always been reluctant to use the guard of honor for military parade, but insists on using actual combat troops. This is no way.

After a "long live Allan Hill" mountain whispered and tsunami, Chris pressed down with his hand and continued to speak: "Every one of us knows that Allan Hill has risen, it is extremely powerful, and it surpasses it. All the history! You are also witnesses of this era! You are also the masters of this era!"

"Next, I'm announcing...the beginning of the military parade!" Chris raised his arm to the first troop that passed the rostrum, and saluted a military salute.

"Your Majesty the Emperor! Long live!" The army phalanx carrying a steel gun changed its pace and responded to the military salute of his Emperor with a neat step.