The first thousand four hundred and seventy-fourth chapter is highly anticipated
On the school field, the Delankfurt Army is definitely the most eye-catching presence. Not to mention the various arms, the quality displayed by the individual soldiers alone is intimidating.
"But no matter how powerful they are, they are always surrounded by green leaves."
There is sarcasm that cannot be ignored.
When attending the weddings of princes and princesses of other countries, it is common practice for each country to send an honor guard.
In the earliest days, in addition to showing friendship and respect, it was also a display of one's own strength. However, for those small countries, even if they sent the strongest lineup, they could not be compared with the honor guards of the nine empires, and they could not be overshadowed.
Others are in the limelight, so gradually, the attitude of various countries towards honor guards has decreased, and it has become a matter of showing the characteristics of the country and not being embarrassed.
Except for half of the honor guard sent by the envoys, which is carefully budgeted and used for appearance, the rest are brought in through connections and used as tourism. After all, the host country pays for such a grand ceremony.
Traveling at public expense, you can also watch a grand wedding that can be recorded in history. Naturally, people will rush to grab it, so most of these honor guards are nobles.
On the other hand, the Delankfurt soldiers, Nima, are burly and have scars all over their bodies. Some are even missing their eyes, ears, or fingers. There are even cripples standing inside, but no one dares to look down upon them.
them.
These soldiers, while looking around, showed a strong murderous aura. When they looked at others, their eyes were always on the neck and heart. Moreover, their hands were always shaking near the handles of their swords, and they would not leave their sides even when eating...
This attitude of being ready to fight violently at any time is simply scary to death!
Generals leading teams from other countries have repeatedly told their subordinates not to provoke the soldiers in Delankfurt. These guys definitely crawled out of the dead. Each of them had at least a dozen lives on their hands. Those
The habit has been deeply ingrained into my bones because of too many killings.
"Ma Lebi, why do you have to line up behind these people? Leader, can you think of a way to change your position?"
Farrer's soldiers were crying.
The people in Delankfurt exude an aura of being inaccessible to other people at any time and place. Staying with them is like being locked in the same cage with a hunting tyrannosaurus, and you feel uncomfortable all over.
"I think so too, but this is officially arranged by Twilight."
The regiment leader was helpless. The legion parades all had prescribed positions. Frankfort was now the leader of the second-rate countries, and naturally the faction was behind the nine empires.
Amidst the complaints of a group of soldiers, a group of cavalry with brilliant armor rushed into the school grounds.
Soon, the officer in charge of the patrol came running.
"General Arnold, the position has changed. You will follow Liechtenstein into the field later."
The officials watched Arnold's expression carefully, ready to run away at any moment.
"Why?"
Black Hand was unhappy, "It's okay if you can't compare to the nine empires, but you can't even get to the top of the second group?"
"Hey, if I remember correctly, Liechtenstein is a principality with a population of less than one million. Because the Grand Duke is a distant cousin of Heinrich, he is eligible to participate in the wedding, but their position is last."
Maiev tossed the dagger up and down, her tone seemed frivolous, but her eyes had become sharp. If the official didn't give a reasonable explanation, she would definitely cut out this guy's tongue.
"The finale, you are the finale!"
The official was so frightened that he cried out in pain, why did he always have to do this hard work?
The cavalrymen who were resting mounted their horses and charged over menacingly.
"Do you have any objections? Today is the wedding of the head of state. No mistakes are allowed. If you don't agree, then get out."
The commander of the cavalry roared.
"What did you say?"
Black Hand rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight.
Choking!
The cavalry in the front row pulled out their scimitars, shook their reins, and dispersed their positions. The cavalry in the back row took off the crossbow hanging on the saddle as quickly as possible, cocked it with a click, and aimed at Arnold and the others.
Maiev pinched her thumb and middle finger together, put them between her red lips, and whistled.
The drow rangers who were joking aside immediately jumped onto their respective panther mounts, short bows in hand.
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
"Would you like some help?"
A soldier asked, and as soon as he finished speaking, he discovered that not only his comrades, but also other delegations were moving as far away as possible.
What a joke, being killed by these people, there is no place for reasoning.
"Don't fight, don't fight, today is a good day for the wedding in Di Lanxue Hall, no blood can be seen."
The officials anxiously broke up the fight.
"Let me ask, are you Heinrich's cavalry?"
Arnold stopped the black hand who was about to get angry.
"Hmph, we belong to the 'Death Star', the 8th Squadron of the 2nd Cavalry Regiment, and are now responsible for the security and vigilance of the entire royal city."
The leader's tone was arrogant, and he was looking at people with his chin.
There were exclamations all around. This was Heinrich's ace army. Its terrifying combat effectiveness was enough to rank among the top ten in St. Jutland. No wonder there was only one team of cavalry, but they dared to fight those terrifying Delankfurts.
The soldiers called out.
"We agree to the arrangement."
Arnold told officials.
"Hey, I thought that Downton soldier was so powerful. Let's go."
The leader pulled the reins.
"Boy, I remember you."
Blackhand warning.
"I am waiting!"
The regimental leader did not show weakness at all, and the other cavalrymen also felt that they had won a bit. They left a string of laughter and left with their horses flying naturally.
"Why don't you let me twist their heads off?"
Blackhand asked.
"After the city tour, we will gather in the square outside Xia Zhimian to listen to Heinrich's speech. This is our only chance to get close to the palace. If we leave now, we will kill him."
Arnold explained.
"Then go and kill everyone who blocks the road."
After Black Hand finished speaking, Maiev and the others rolled their eyes in response.
"Be smart. We must ensure that we seize the palace as soon as possible, build defenses, and control the noble guests. Otherwise, we will be attacked by the enemy without hostages."
Although Arnold was a barbarian, he was the leader of several generals in commanding battles.
"It's really troublesome. If you ask me, I might as well kill them all."
Blackhand curses.
"Please pay attention to me. They are hostages, but you must not touch them. Otherwise, Frankfurt will be the enemy of the entire continent."
After Arnold gave the warning, he began to direct his subordinates to mobilize.
"Finally gone."
Soldier Farrell is happy.
"Shut up. Can you say a few words less? Smile for me, hurry up."
The group leader scolded him, saying he didn't want to be angered by these thugs.
It was getting late, and under the arrangements of officials, honor guards from various countries hurried to their respective locations, waiting for the parade to begin.
When the dawn light pierced the morning clouds and spread to the earth, the salute began to roar.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One hundred and twenty specially made magic fireworks exploded in the sky one after another, even in the early morning. They were still shining brightly, no less than at night.
The streets were already busy with traffic, especially the city-wide parade route, which was even more crowded and crowded with people watching the ceremony. Not to mention the best viewing positions, which were all taken away in the middle of the night.
The houses on both sides of the street and on the roofs were all full of people. Most of them were bought by some nobles and businessmen. In just a short time, they sold thousands of gold coins. Even so, the nobles who were not short of money still
Rushing like a duck.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a burst of salutes and oversized fireworks exploded, the largest royal chapel in the royal city rang the golden bell.
The melodious and majestic bells were ringing, and all the citizens in the city knew that the parade had begun, so they spontaneously raised their hands and cheered, sending blessings to their princess.
A dozen top students from the Imperial Military Academy have rented a two-story building at the end of Kessey Street. From here, the convoy will turn and drive towards the Royal Avenue, so it will stay for a longer time and naturally be able to see more.
Di Lanxue glanced at it.
"Do you need to choose here? Two months of living expenses are gone."
A young man with short hair complained.
"Even if it's half a year's living expenses, it's worth the price to let you see Her Majesty the Lion Princess for a few more minutes."
A group of classmates immediately condemned it.
"What's the point of looking at it? You can't marry me?"
The short-haired man complained, and with one sentence, the room fell into silence. As a Twilight person, Di Lanxue was the goddess in their minds.
Being married by a foreigner is really hard to accept.
"As long as His Highness is happy, I will be very happy."
A big nose covered his heart, and his expression was extremely pious, which also made other students nod their heads. For a moment, the atmosphere was sad.
"You guy, why are you pretending to be a lover? Yesterday I saw you hiding in the toilet with a portrait of the Moulin Rouge brand, and it was a simple painting, but you can actually get excited!"
The short-haired man teased, "It's my kindness to help you add some color."
"Ah, it turns out you ruined my autographed photo, you guy, I'm going to kill you!"
The big nose pounced.
"Oh, if you bet on Big Nose's twenty-game losing streak, please place your bet on the right hand side."
A group of classmates were afraid that it was not noisy enough and continued to join in the fun.
A young man with long hair folded his hands and pressed on the window sill, looking into the distance. There were salutes rising continuously. Their direction also represented the route and current position of the convoy.
"The woman of your dreams is getting married."
The short-haired man squeezed out of the crowd and came close to the long-haired man.
"I know."
Schloter whispered, "They say that Heinrich's Legion is the best in the world. I want to see with my own eyes whether it is true?"
"Oh, on such a good day, don't think about war. Twilight and Jutland can't fight anyway!"
The short-haired man curled his lips, "And in my opinion, this is a true proposition without any suspense."
"Please step aside, I won't talk to Jutland!"
Schlott complained.
"Stop making trouble, the float is coming."
The short-haired man didn't seem to care, but in fact, he admired Di Lanxue more than anyone else and didn't want to be disturbed from admiring her appearance.
The salute got louder and louder, and the cheers of the citizens swept over like a tsunami, which meant that the wedding float was approaching.
Finally, accompanied by classical cello music, the cavalry honor guard leading the way came into view.
"Oh, long live Twilight!"
"Long live Snow Queen Dilan!"
Completely out of instinct, these patriotic young people raised their arms and shouted. Their enthusiasm also infected the citizens on the street, and they all started shouting. (To be continued.)