Next to the 461 Gangway
Three days later, the Airan Hill Sky 1 floating battleship that Chris was on slowly approached the air port outside Serris City.
The huge battleship came to a halt little by little, and the mottled bullet marks on it were clearly recorded, recording how tragic that shocking battle was.
On the thick armor of Sky One, there are three or four places that were penetrated, and even more places that were hit but not penetrated.
Those penetrating wounds are horrifying to see, and the huge bullet holes can even allow a person to pass through easily.
And such a bullet hole was actually cut through a 500 mm thick armor plate, surrounded by dark traces melted by magical energy, about the size of a car.
Including the huge eagle emblem on the front bow of Sky One, traces of being hit by magic cannons can be seen everywhere on the armor of this battleship.
There are many craters that have not penetrated, some of which are only a few hundred millimeters away, and they have penetrated the armor and caused serious damage to the battleship.
However, even with all the scars, all the artillery on this battleship still stood upright. The Irish King's Flag on the bridge was still fluttering in the wind.
"Are you ready? Your Majesty may show up at any time." An officer walked to the front of the military band, looked at his watch, and asked.
"We can start at any time, we are ready." The commander of the military band replied solemnly.
Behind the military band is a choir 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, figure, and voice.
Farther away is the guard of honor of the Irish Guards. Every pacesetter wears a straight military uniform and a ceremonial medal that only soldiers will wear.
For the sake of aesthetics, the weapons they use are Mauser 98K old-fashioned bolt-action rifles, all of which are equipped with chrome-plated bayonets.
These soldiers kept their eyes on each other and arranged in a neat square formation, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to review.
It has to be said that after the battle of the Rudono River, Chris's reputation in this country has become even higher. People are talking about the invincible and great emperor, and there are more and more adjectives.
Even, official imperial officials have begun to advocate the title of His Majesty the Emperor in a semi-public setting.
In the human history of this world, there are very few emperors, or heroes with their own titles. In other words, very few people have the kind of title recognized by others.
Even if they are not recognized, there are only 17 self-proclaimed mortal emperors. This number is not too much in the thousands of years of history.
In the magician empire, there are only two great magisters who are recognized as having the title, and there is no monarch with the title in the mortal empire.
Although Chris's current situation is a bit special, the forbidden magic domain has completely disappeared, and he can't be regarded as His Majesty the Emperor of a mortal empire at all-but the matter of the title of Shangzun is still a big matter, and the high-level officials of the empire are still weighing and considering it. .
After all, this is a matter of the face of an empire. If it is honored but not recognized by other empires, it will lose the face of the Alan Hill royal family, so it must be more cautious.
It's better that this kind of thing can happen naturally, rather than try to force yourself to buckle up - at least, Chris thinks so.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Des, who stood at the front to greet Chris as he stepped off the gangway, immediately shouted loudly when he saw the Emperor in gorgeous robes walking to the hatch specially prepared for His Majesty the Emperor.
As he shouted, the hearts of the other ministers finally fell to the ground. From their point of view, no matter how safe the process is, such a thing as His Majesty's personal conquest by the emperor is also a matter of fear.
What's more, there is no crown prince in this empire, and there is no legal heir to the throne! This is something that people will never forget.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Whether Diens, Strider, or Luo Kai, the chief of staff of the military,
Defense Minister Kastner cheered in unison.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Behind them, all the officials and military generals who came to welcome them cheered in unison. If a bomb is detonated here at this time, almost all the high-level executives of the Alan Hill Empire will be taken over.
It's a pity that every person who can stand here has passed a strict review, and the soldiers of the Guards guarding here are strictly guarded against each other, and even a fly may not fly in.
Hearing the cry of His Majesty the Emperor's Long Live, the commander of the military band immediately waved his baton, and various musical instruments began to play, converging into a majestic piece of music.
And as the military band played, the teenagers in the choir also sang loudly the song that accompanied the Elland Hill Grenadiers to fight everywhere: "The King Banner of Elland Hill... will never Fall! The gods are always with His Majesty! We win and bathe in the supreme glory; we win because we fought the enemy bravely;
Chris waved his arm lightly, and then took Vivienne down the gangway. He stepped on the soft red carpet and walked in front of Des and the others step by step.
"Thank you for your hard work while I'm not here!" Chris smiled and gave Des a lot, then looked at Diens and the others, and said.
"It is our duty as courtiers to share the worries of His Majesty." Des, Diens and others replied in unison.
"Victory is hard-won... You still need to work hard." Chris encouraged, and did not review the guard of honor first, but walked along the huge airport pier to the gangway for ordinary officers and soldiers on the other side.
He walked to the side of the gangway and ordered to the officer standing in front of the gangway and saluted: "Let the sacrificed soldiers and the wounded come down... As their emperor, I will send these brave soldiers one last time."
"Yes!" The officer raised his chin and stood at attention to salute again. Because he was too excited, this time the salute was slightly deformed: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
Behind Chris, the military band was still playing the majestic war song, but the choir stopped after singing a song. Because Chris didn't directly review the guard of honor because it was a temporary idea, so they didn't prepare other songs-can't they sing a song all the time?
At this moment, four soldiers in formal uniforms walked down the huge gangway carrying the coffin covered with the eagle flag.
Chris, who was standing by the side of the gangway, just watched, staring at the coffins being carried down one by one, expressionless and silent.
He waited until the coffin was in front of him before he asked loudly, "What's his name?"
The soldiers carrying the coffin were stunned for a moment, then stopped, and 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, said softly, then took a step back to get out of the way, and let the coffin covered with the national flag pass.
Afterwards, the second coffin was carried down the gangway by four soldiers, and Chris continued to ask softly, "What's his name."
In this way, the coffins one by one were carried off Sky One, and each coffin lay a young life.
The soldiers answered loudly sentence by sentence, chanting names that were so ordinary that it was even difficult for people to remember.
Until the end, when the soldiers carrying the coffin were gone, the rest were the seriously wounded soldiers carried on stretchers. Chris still stood by the gangway, saluting each wounded.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Finally, a soldier whose legs had been amputated couldn't bear it anymore. He held Chris's hand and cried, tears dripping down the ground: "Your Majesty! I still 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, and for a while, the lightly wounded soldiers, soldiers with bandages on their heads, soldiers with arms hanging on their chests, and soldiers with crutches all began to cry.
"Long live my emperor! Long live Elland Hill!" All the wounded who passed in front of Chris would sing loudly, one after another, accompanied by the majestic music, without stopping.
Seeing this scene, the uninjured soldiers no longer went down the gangway, they waited for the last wounded to go down, and spontaneously began to line up inside the battleship.
Soon, a row of officers and soldiers walked out of Sky One with neat steps. They passed in front of Chris in a row of five, as if they were troops undergoing a review.
They saluted Chris without stopping. Their combat boots stepped on the cement-paved airport pier, making a dull sound.
This sound has already overshadowed the majestic military music, hitting the hearts of every minister behind Chris. And inside Sky One, there are still soldiers coming out neatly in a steady stream, taking vigorous steps.
And Chris stood on the side of the gangway, like a military discipline officer on duty, saluting every row of soldiers meticulously.
"Long live Alan Hill! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Although these soldiers were all carrying bags and their clothes were different depending on the division of arms, no one cared. Hearing their cries from the bottom of their hearts, everyone knew that this was a mighty army with high morale.
Chris waited until there were no soldiers going down the gangway before turning around. He walked towards the guard of honor who had been waiting for a long time, and inspected his own guards in the music without singing.
While he was inspecting the guard of honor, at the other end of the huge airport, a brand new sky-class floating battleship was replenishing supplies. Countless cars were driving into this equally huge battleship, and the crane was also replenishing the warship. Various types of missiles.
On the bridge of the Sky II battleship, the black eagle flag was also fluttering in the wind, majestic and majestic.
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