Five Hundred and Ninety-Two Military Parade Begins

"Attention!" The next day, the sun had just shone on the highest flagpole of the Elland Hill Palace, and the majestic shout echoed in the square of the palace.

The tall and straight officer drew out the saber from his waist, stood it in front of his face, and continued to sing with his chin raised, "The flag-raising ceremony! Start now!"

"Long live Elland Hill!" The flag guards waiting in front of the flagpole were already lined up, carrying Mauser 98K rifles. The chrome-plated military thorns on the muzzles of honor guards shone sharply in the rising sun.

In the shout, the flag bearer in front of the flagpole threw away the huge black king's flag, and the golden eagle spread its wings in the wind.

"The king's banner of Alan 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; Never fall!" Countless men sang a majestic song together, and the national flag floated up little by little in the singing.

In the end, the magnificent music stopped abruptly, and the national flag was hoisted to the top of the flagpole in the same second.

"National Day! Start now!" Standing on the viewing platform at the main entrance, the Imperial Prime Minister Des stood in front of seven huge microphones, and solemnly announced to the hundreds of thousands of people watching the ceremony in front of him: "Long live Alan Hill! "

"My lord! Long live His Majesty Alan Hill Chris!" Countless men and women in front of them waved the flowers in their hands, scattered the petals in their palms, and shouted the tsunami with the most pious voice: "My lord! Alan Hill Long live His Majesty El Chris!"

"Respectfully, Your Majesty the Emperor, Saint Ann! You are the sun of Ellandhill, shining on the whole country! We are proud of you, we are proud of having you!" Des looked down at the countless crowd in front of him, saying every word sings the praises of His Majesty the greatest emperor of the empire.

And in the palace behind him, at the entrance of Chris' bedroom, the Chief of the Empire's General Staff stood on the side of Chris's room door, stood at attention and saluted with his chin raised, and shouted loudly: "The ceremony has officially begun, Your Majesty, please move to the rostrum. "

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

Behind him, the princess Vivienne in the traditional magician's celebration costume, Jessica in the dignified Irish traditional costume, and Cape Luna in the military uniform walked side by side. These four are the traditional In the sense of the royal family of Ireland Hill.

Stepping on the thick red carpet, Chris's black leather boots were shiny. He walked forward step by step, and every time he passed a pair of guards on both sides, these guards raised their steel guns and stood at attention with their chins raised.

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

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At the same time, he put down his watch wrist, and the officer at the gate of the barracks outside the city nodded slightly to the three subordinates in front of him, and said, "The time has come! Join the troops in the parade and move out!"

Originally, the parade troops did not need to be stationed outside the city. But this time the military parade has more than 100,000 people, so it is impossible to accommodate 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 accepted the personal review of His Majesty the Emperor.

The three men who heard the order raised the flare guns in their hands at the same time, and pulled the trigger against the sky.

"Bah!...Crack!" Three flares of different colors pierced the sky, and then the quiet military camp erupted.

"Let's go...!" The commander of the first infantry phalanx ordered crisply, and the entire phalanx behind him began to move forward.

The heavy leather boots stepped on the stone road of the school grounds, making a crisp sound. One sound after another. Accompanied by 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, and the weapons equipped by this army were different from those of the first army.

They are more modern and have more equipment on them, more like fully armed combat troops.

"Long live my emperor! Go forward!" After an unknown amount of time, the short but extremely strong dwarf commander loudly shouted the order for the phalanx to move forward. When he yelled, his beard trembled violently, and as he yelled, the dwarf infantry in heavy armor, like a phalanx of low tanks, also started to move.

These dwarves are holding large-caliber grenade launchers, and carrying hammers of uniform length and size on their backs. They move neatly and look like a well-trained and terrifying army.

"Long live my emperor Chris!" The elf magician with the helmet on his back shouted loudly while holding the long sword at his waist. He has already sworn allegiance to Alan Hill, and he is a true Alan Hill warrior. .

Following his shout, the neat phalanx of elf magic archers also began to move forward. Although there were not as many people as the 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 released their magic slightly, the patterns on these armors would light up. Compared with the magic armor worn by the soldiers of the Magic Empire before, the armor on the elves is more than ten times more gorgeous?

"Huh!" A huge battle flag was unfurled in the wind, parked in a phalanx of Type 99 main battle tanks, and the drivers had just climbed onto their tanks. They showed half of their bodies, their chins raised, waiting for the order to start.

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

"Long live!" Tony, who was half of his body exposed on the hatch of the captain, was full of energy, and uttered his loudest cry. He could feel the chariot shaking slightly under his feet, and he could also feel how powerful this new tank was.

As a meritorious unit, the 201st Armored Division was transferred back from the battlefield to receive its own new weapons and equipment, and at the same time participated in the National Day military parade.

This army is now one of the most elite divisions in the empire. It swept across the southern region and fought against the demons continuously. With the strength of one division, it wiped out 50,000 demon troops and won 37 battles.

With such an impressive record, the 201st Division won the nickname of "Devil". It means that the 201st Division is a terrorist force that is even more demonic than demons.

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

"Tank troops follow up! Slow down! The time is 39 seconds faster than expected! Be careful and press it!" A jeep braked suddenly in front of the tank troops, and the officer in the car shouted orders while pinching the stopwatch road.

Farther away, the truck troops had already started their engines, and the entire school field was filled with the roar of engines.

"The air force is ready to go! Overall, it is still under control! Everything is proceeding according to the original plan!" In the comprehensive command headquarters, a major confirmed loudly while grabbing the phone.

Beside 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 of schedule! Do you want to continue His Majesty's speech?"

"Hello? Hello! Good! I see!" The leading officer put down the walkie-talkie, looked at his subordinates, and let out a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty has arrived at the rostrum, and the speech will begin soon..."

"Don't mess up! Everything is still within the controllable range..." He stabilized his emotions, and continued to say: "Let the front-line commanders slow down the troop's forward speed as much as possible, and strive to bring the speed back to the planned standard time! Follow-up troops slow down."

"I'm already doing this... However, maybe His Majesty's speech time is really not enough." Another officer bowed his head in frustration and reported: "The flag guard team has already marched near the square. The journey is too long. There is no way..."

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

"No! There are crowds of visitors on both sides of the road, and everyone will know that there is a problem with our time..." The leading officer rejected this proposal depressedly.

Meanwhile, Chris was already in his place. He saw the military parade troops preparing to enter on the side of the square, and also saw countless civilians waiting for the military parade in front of him.

So he walked to the microphone calmly and said with a smile on his face: "Subjects, Alan Hill is a great country that you have built together! You have given everything for it, so it is also your empire! Alan Hill Long live!"

"Your Majesty didn't use his speech." Des, who was standing behind Chris, lowered his voice, and asked the Minister of Defense Kastner beside him: "Why did the troops enter the field earlier?"

"They are all combat troops, and they have not been trained for military parades... There is no way, His Majesty wants to use actual combat troops, what can I do?" Kastner complained, frowning.

This is Chris' decision, not something he, the Secretary of Defense, can question. His Majesty the Emperor has always been reluctant to use a guard of honor for military parades, but insisted on using actual combat troops. This is also impossible.

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

"Next, I announce...the military parade has begun!" Chris raised his arms to the first troops passing the rostrum, and saluted.

"His Majesty the Emperor! Long live!" The army phalanx carrying steel guns changed their pace and responded to His Majesty's military salute with a neat goose step.

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