"Creer, what are you watching? The parade is about to begin."
Pernard's voice suddenly sounded from Creer's left, and his fingers shook and almost crushed the note in his hand.
He looked up at Pernard, who was sitting in the seat beside him, and Creer raised the note in his hand: "The lyrics that Luz gave me before leaving seemed to be the military song of the New Model Army written by Yiwen for the New Model Army. He was afraid that we would not be able to hear clearly at that time, so he gave me a note. I just finished reading it, do you want to take a look?"
"Oh, you said the one Yiwen wrote for the new model army?" What Krell was a little unexpected was that Pernard nodded suddenly and said, "If it were that song, I had heard it. Yiwen had shown it to me after she finished writing it."
"It's the 'from White Rose City to Dorn County, the Battle of Seven Towns, and then the New Dragon Song City, the smoke of the Nanling Mountains, the century-old war fire, and the battle of blood and tears, never stopping.'Right?" As he said that, Pernard sang a little, and the low male voice was slightly out of tune, but he had already expressed the magnificent and iron-blooded melody.
"Damn... This word is written so well. No wonder Ruz is so stinking when he gave me the note." Krell couldn't help but put his tongue down. His technical department should be the lowest-key department among all the systems of the New Model Army. Bastard, he also wants such a handsome theme song...
Crael is still impressed by the stinky farts before Luz breaks up-
"This is the military song of our new model army! It belongs to our model army!" With that baby face, it really looks like a child.
Crael was originally a little confused. Isn’t it just a broken song? What’s so proud of? But after watching it, he realized that Ruz is indeed qualified to be a stinky person.
"Bastard!" Finally, I couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and Crael stood up from the viewing platform that was exclusively owned by the officers.
"Where are you going?" Pelnad shouted behind his back.
"Toilet!" Crael didn't look back.
The officers' ritual viewing area does not directly build a viewing table like the nobles' ritual viewing area, but separates it from the viewing table for civilians.
As the child who had been running, Crael walked towards the toilet in the field, he also followed the short melody that Pernard hummed and understood the lyrics of the following lyrics.
"From the 21st War to the end of 399, the fall of Affidel, the demise of the Punut, the airship descended from the sky, and the corpses of the Sky Knights turned into the burning hell of the Avoant grassland... From the peak of Noyorman to Longge County, the war of the empire, the destruction of the kingdom. The unstoppable killing, the cruelest atrocities in the world, the land of the South Ridge is bearing all this..."
He wanted to leave, and he couldn't help but get distracted. He accidentally bumped into someone: "Ah! Sorry!"
The man who was hit by Crael seemed to be handing water to the girl in front of him. When he touched it, the water couldn't help but spilled it on the girl's body.
The moment the water was poured out, the man moved very quickly. He stretched out his hand and slapped the water that was poured out, and half of the liquid was blown away. However, the water was fluid after all, and even so, many of them were splashed on the girl's dress.
"Ah!" the girl let out a soft voice.
"Oh ah! Look at me..." Crael couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. It has always been a bad habit for him to think about things while walking. Looking at the man who seemed to be a girl's brother glaring at him with his ice-blue one-eye, Crael felt a little embarrassed.
"It's rude." Krell gently slid his fingers, and a blue magic flow slowly flowed out, gently brushing over the wet group of girls, absorbing all the sprinkled water droplets.
He patted the man's shoulder with a smile, and Crael left: "Although the high-level swordsman's reaction is quick, if we say that we are dealing with such things, we are still more at ease."
Looking at the departure of the man wearing a strange white coat, a long iron gray ponytail, and a strangely lazy look, Lamberts felt deeply vigilant in his heart.
As a Paladin who once stood at the peak of the high-level, Lamberts could not even realize that the other party was a mage before casting a spell.
You should know that because of the spiritual essence in the body, even a low-level magician with an apprentice will emit a faint smell, which is exclusive to magic and mages.
However, if the guy who left just now read it correctly, he seemed to be distracted? However, even if he was walking, he would constrain the magic fluctuations on his body so well... I'm afraid that only a great alchemist who specializes in magic control at the middle level of the Truth can do it...
"Hey, Potts, what did that man say inexplicably just now?" Cynthia, who was sitting in the seat, pulled the corner of Lamberts's clothes, "High-level swordsman? He isn't talking about you, right?"
Lamberts looked at Cynthia, then shook his head calmly.
"Ah...so..." Cynthia nodded, bulged her cheeks angrily, staring at Crael's back, who had not yet walked away, trying to kill him with her eyes, "It was a weird guy at first glance, and suddenly it hit me."
Lamberts felt guilty for deceiving Cynthia, but thanked her for her trust.
"Well... it's a pity that there is only one first-class ticket sent, so Potts, you can only sit on the ground." Cynthia covered the rising sun with her hands and looked at the parade square in the distance. "But the location here is really good, second only to the military area facing the noble viewing platform."
Lambert nodded subconsciously and said nothing. The ticket suddenly appeared on the bar at night. Cynthia seemed not much surprised. She just made the attention from her original no interest and planned to come to see the military parade.
There was only one ticket, which could be said to have told Lamberts from the side. However, Lamberts neither asked where the ticket came from, nor refused Cynthia's invitation and came with her - although she was sitting on the dirty and cold ground.
There was only a blanket brought by Cynthia under his butt. Lambert sat at the front of the citizen's viewing stand with his legs. There was a protective iron railing in front of him, but he didn't feel awkward at all - or in other words, he couldn't care about it.
Cynthia hummed a song and waited for the ceremony to begin in her seat. Her slender and fair legs were swaying casually on both sides of Lamberts. Lamberts didn't even dare to move, for fear that if she accidentally touched the girl's white skin.
In his heart, Lamberts was silently reciting the prayers in the Scriptures. Lamberts had only sat down for a few minutes and was already covered in cold sweat. If this was the test of the gods, Lamberts, as a former Paladin who was determined to atone for the most.
Cynthia pressed Lamberts' shoulder and leaned forward slightly. She cheered excitedly with the other citizens: "PottsPots, look at it! It's beginning!"
Feeling the girl's strong and plump calves rubbing through the layers of clothes, Lamberts quietly shrank his body and buried his face in the bend of his legs.
When a bell rings proclaimed the beginning of the ceremony, Emerson and his companions suddenly became excited.
Calm, calm, Emerson straightened his chest with great force. The queue he belonged to was the ace square array that was ranked later. Before him, there were at least a dozen representative square arrays of the new model army to pass, and there were more than a dozen infantry square arrays of the Imperial South Ridge Legion interspersed among them.
However, when the passionate military music that belongs to the new model army rang out, he still couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He was very familiar with the military music. Every drum beat and every trumpet accompanied their soldiers, walking from Rose County to the city of Xinlongge City. It was the musicians of their new model army and the melody of their new model army. Now they have their own military songs!
The slogans roared by other military constitutional officers in front of him using wind magic were loud: "Prepare! Stand at attention! Turn left... Align to the right! Step... Go!"
The square formation had already set off, and immediately afterwards, other square formations began to move, and the slogans of the officers and the military constitutional officers were connected, because there were too many soldiers gathered on this small reserve field, and the voice seemed a little messy.
But it doesn't matter, Emerson can tell each of their voices.
The voice of Captain Radot, the seventh column he originally belonged to, was a bit hoarse. It was because in a battle, he accidentally inhaled the high-temperature air created by the enemy's flame spell, and was damaged by the lungs and throat.
The sound of horse hooves of the Eighth Cavalry Brigade is more unique than that of their squadron leader Andot, but only the sound of the field cannons of the 17th Battalion of Artillery traction horse racing convoy is very similar to them. However, as long as you distinguish it carefully, the pure sound of horse hooves, mixed with the sound of axles crushing the ground, is still different.
The people in the Nanling Legion were always mocking the thin protection of the sabre cavalry of the Eighth Battalion and the bulky artillery of the 17th Battalion, but they didn't know that it was precisely because of the repeated attacks of the Eighth Battalion from the side of the enemy infantry, and the suppression and interference of the howitzers fired by the 17th Battalion's 17th Battalion's 17th Battalion's suppression and interference with the enemy's mail division and the archer brigade that their seventh column could defeat the old king of Nanling again and again in a nearly lossless posture.
"...From Fordshire to Yueshan City, from early spring to late winter, today, tomorrow night, from the past to the future..." Bernie's subtle murmur came from his ears, Emerson couldn't help but turn his head to look, but saw Bernie look at him with his excited eyes.
Yes, this is their pride, their glory, their-
Main theme!
The long-awaited song finally rang out, which did not comply with the regulations of the imperial military parade, right? But their new model army was such a wonderful unit, coming out of the mud legs and citizens, completely defeating enemies that were unable to defeat both the nobles and the knights.
Have your own number, your own military uniform, your own military band, your own military songs and—
glory!
"Preparation! Stand at attention!" The voice of Constitutional Li Weijun came from the front, and the command of the short man who was usually like a rock could not help but be mixed with a slight tremor.
"Step in one step—go!"
Finally, this moment came, Emerson raised his legs and took the first step amid the loud military singing!
From White Rose City to Dorn County,
The Battle of Seven Towns, and then the New Dragon Song City,
The smoke of gunpowder in the South Ridge, the war of a hundred years,
Traveling through the battlefield full of blood and tears,
Never stopped.
From the 21st War to the end of 399,
The fall of Affidel, the destruction of the Puneut,
The airship descended from the sky, carrying the corpses of the Nanling people,
Turns into the burning grassland of Avoant.
From Noyorman Peak to Longge County,
War of the empire, destruction of the kingdom.
Unstoppable killing, the cruelest atrocities in the world,
The land of Nanling bears all this.
Black rose and dragon,
Chivalry to Civil War,
The rebellion and massacre of the seven towns,
Now we are still facing the new world we don’t expect!
New rebels, war of restoration,
The war of hatred turned into poisonous fire in the town.
Wings of Truth, Sword of Revenge,
Victory is far from over!
Pain continues, war spreads,
With the venom of hatred and the flame of anger!
From Fordshire to Moon Mountain City,
From early spring to late winter,
Today, tomorrow night,
From the past to the future,
We hold our weapons and prepare,
Go to the battlefield and end this cycle of hatred,
All glory and reputation,
For Silver Rose and the Emperor!
For Nanling and Ainolia!
Our name is-
Soldiers of the New Model Army! (To be continued.)