Shinjuku Gyoen

This park, the largest combination of Japanese and French gardens, is located in the center of the city and covers an area of about 58 hectares.

Before the war, it was a sacred place for cherry blossom viewing, and from March to April, more than 70 types of cherry blossoms bloom in turn, distributed among the different scenery of the garden, or the group of cherry blossoms lined with greenery, or a single tree standing by the water, making Shinjuku Gyoen a paradise for flower watchers, until the last blooming "Yae Red Fall" is over, and the enthusiasm for cherry blossom viewing in Japan gradually subsided.

After the war, it was supposed to be an empty site, and it became the largest settlement of wanderers in the settlement, and it was hard to imagine the bright days of the past.

The inauguration ceremony of the Autonomous Region was held here.

A simple altar has been erected in the center of the park, where the deed will be handed over. At the back of the altar is a huge statue covered by canvas.

It was a gift for ZERO that everyone agreed.

The homeless have consciously moved out of the area, and the park that people have managed to clean up has long been crowded with people, waiting to witness this historic moment.

The Britannian side only symbolically sent a few civilian officials to hand over official documents, and whenever their bulletproof car passed in front of them, the crowd in the middle of the road would involuntarily show a complex look of humiliation and pride.

Looking at the dark crowd outside the window, looking at those gritted teeth and eager to tear their faces, several civil officials swallowed their saliva, knowing that they couldn't hear, but they still didn't dare to breathe.

If you knew this, you should at least leave a suicide note.

These elevens, these low-class humans who used to cower and hunchback, now dare to bare their teeth at Britannia?!

Sure enough, should there be a backbone of ZERO?

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As soon as Yuphimia and Suzaku got out of the car, they were surrounded by bodyguards who rushed up in the middle, and they were escorted into the governor's palace with half push and half drag.

After making sure that the princess was safe, the rest of the guards surrounded the car that had taken them back, trying to get the driver out and squeeze something out of his mouth.

Sure enough, as soon as Euphemia arrived, Cornelia immediately turned her face and didn't recognize anyone.

Ilan sat on the roof of the building in the distance, watching the qiē through a telescope. The reason why he chose to hand over the hostages in the afternoon was also to keep his observation point on the surface of the light, so as not to expose his position due to the reflection of the mirror.

Pulling a detonator out of his pocket, he waited a little more to maximize the casualties, until almost everyone was within range of the kill, and then he pressed the button.

There was a loud bang, a ball of fire, and a moment later the sirens over the Governor's Palace resounded throughout the Concession.

Ilan didn't confirm the death toll, it was just collateral damage, as long as the driver of the Black Order shut up, the mission was over.

This is still a psychological offensive, and the military department will think that the Black Knights are a group of madmen, a group of outlaws, so they are afraid to step forward in future battles.

He flipped out a small notebook from the backpack next to him, turned a few pages, crossed out the name of Yuichi Kobayakawa, the driver, and the names of a dozen members around his name were also blacked out with markers.

Some died in battle, while others died like Kobayakawa at the deliberate arrangement of Ilan.

There are less than two hundred people in the Black Knights, and it's easy to figure out the character abilities of all the members. According to the barrel principle, these shortcomings, which are very likely to have problems in the future, will be kicked out of the organization to make way for more capable fresh blood.

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the anthill, and Ilan didn't want the perfect battle situation he had worked so hard to manage would fall short because of the stupid actions of some idiot.

But the Black Knights are not a place where you can come and go. Without the mention of zài's resignation, who knows if the members who were kicked out will leak the news?

Rather than let Lelouch waste geass on them, it is better to make the most of them and turn them into firm cornerstones of the revolutionary cause.

Want? Yes, prove yourself first.

Want to go? Yes, leave your life behind.

Lelouch was aware of his plan, but instead of stopping it, he took a tacit attitude.

Ilan's idea is right, this can maximize the security of the organization, the stability of the plan, it is very reasonable, he has no objection. A tacit understanding has been formed between the two -- what Lu Luxiu can't do, Bai Mao will do.

According to Ilan's plan, in the future, at least until they are able to step out of Area 11, regardless of the circumstances, the Black Knights must not exceed three thousand members.

This is already the limit of what the two of them can control, and if there are more, it is inevitable that there will be personnel loopholes, and even leave room for Britannia to install ghosts.

The Japanese Liberation Front is simply a textbook-style negative textbook for terrorist organizations.

There are tens of thousands of soldiers, most of whom were professional soldiers before the war, and the members are self-explanatory. With the strong support of Kyoto, a wealthy man, the capital, equipment, personnel and information are readily available. Now he is so depressed that he can only shrink and hold on, relying on Kyoto to intercede, and the empire's grace can survive to this miserable situation.

In order to show that he still has breath, he can still squirm a little ugly. They had to tie up two of them from time to time, blow them up there, and put on a small show.

It's rare to hit the shit luck and make some achievements, but you can't keep the results. The empire punched down in anger, and the liberation front spit out as much as it ate, and returned to the pre-liberation period in one night, and simply lost the face of the soldiers.

They don't have a long-term vision at all, they are still stubborn, running a terrorist organization with a military mentality.

10,000 people, not much from the point of view of a soldier. Before the war, this was also a Ding Division, the number of three infantry companies, at most, could only fight a small-scale contact war, tickle the Empire, and in front of the mechanized army group in Britannia, it could only wait to be run over.

They shouted that there is no way, we have too few manpower, you can show me 10,000 to 100,000. But he didn't know that for a terrorist organization, 10,000 people was too bloated, it was simply looking for death, and the fat of that body made it impossible for him to even find a cover, there was nowhere to hide, and half of his butt was exposed to seduce bullets.

Their thinking has been crooked from the foundation, and the concept of this organization is that the fetus is not in the right place when it is played out of the mother's womb, so the deformed child of the Japanese liberation front was born.

They don't know that the reason why they are called a terrorist organization is to bring fear and chaos to the world, and then fish in troubled waters to reap the fruits of war.

Three thousand is just right, and it can be done like an arm and a finger, and the efficient execution of orders.

The role of the Black Knights should not be on a frontal battlefield, it should be the tip of a sword, a Hidden Blade, a surprise soldier, an assassin who should hide in the shadows behind the enemy, waiting for the opportunity to kill with a single blow. It should be a perfect killing machine condensed by all loyal elite dead soldiers. Instead of cannon fodder and miscellaneous consumables clubs.

So, what about the frontal battlefield?

Of course, it is handed over to the vast number of people, otherwise why bother so much to establish the tall image of ZERO's glorious and majestic trinity.

Elan pressed the headset and turned on the communication.

"It's done here, a qiēshun lì."

"Hmm." Lelouch answered.

"Where's Shinjuku?"

"No troops have been found for the time being."

"Yes." Ilan nodded.

If Cornelia chooses to attack now, then she doesn't deserve the title of witch. Everyone also fought a few times openly and secretly, how could she not know ZERO's methods, "That man must have a back hand." That should be her current thoughts.

She will endure for a while, see the situation clearly, and after making sure that ZERO has no hole cards, she will move to the autonomous region.

"Still not moving? The princess has been in for fifteen minutes, huh? ”

"Nope." Lelouch's voice was very low, and there was a lot of noise around him. "I've already shown up, including members of the Black Knights, right in front of their eyes. If there was an ambush, it must have been dispatched by now. ”

"Oh・・・・・・" Ilan was a little disappointed.

In fact, he hoped that Cornelia would do it now, instead of guarding against thieves for a thousand days, it would be better to let her know the consequences of taking action against the autonomous region now, completely cut off her mind, reverse her position, and devote herself to the work of protecting the autonomous region.

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Can I take a few days off? Elan's lazy voice came from the headphones. He seemed to fall to the ground, basking in the sun. [I want to get a good night's sleep for about forty-eight hours.] 】

[Approved.] Lelouch smiled.

He was relieved now, too.

ON THE PODIUM, ZERO WATCHED AS THE TREMBLING BRITANNIAN CIVIL SERVANT WALKED TOWARDS HIM. The members of the knights on both sides hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, forcibly searched his body, and nodded his head to approve him after confirming that it was correct.

For a moment, the civil official was in a trance.

What's going on here?

How many elevens did I get searched?

I was standing on the land of District 11, and as the administrator of this land, I was actually searched by several aborigines?

I'm going to meet a terrorist in this country within a nation? And submit to him the concessionary terms of the Empire?

What the hell is this...

ZERO DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THAT, ARROGANTLY RAISED HIS HAND FROM UNDER HIS CLOAK AND HOOKED IT AT HIM.

The official woke up from the cultural shock and hurriedly stepped forward to hand over the fifty-year-old contract written on parchment according to imperial tradition to ZERO, hoping to get out of here as soon as possible.

ZERO LOOKED AT THE CONTRACT IN HIS HAND AND DIDN'T SPEAK FOR A LONG TIME. Suddenly, he raised his head, walked forward quickly, faced the crowd, clutched the parchment in his hand, and raised it high with a sudden.

“ZERO！！！”

The crowd instantly boiled. From the silence just now to the current madness, the violent sound wave hit like an explosion, the civil official was mentally unprepared, as if he had been hit in the chest by a hammer, he took a few steps back, his brain was a mess, he could only look around in horror, and his body involuntarily leaned behind ZERO.

Yucheng hugged the neck of the fan, and instantly burst into tears, shouting hysterically with his fists. The good old man couldn't speak, he couldn't even tell whether to cry or laugh, he just stood there dumbfounded.

Did we... succeed?

We won Britannia?

We, actually won Britannia?!

We, a small rebel group, have actually defeated the most powerful country in the world?!

Even if it's just a small step, but we really, pulled a tooth out of the tiger's mouth?!

The canvas on the statue slides slowly.

It's a slender bronze statue, and the main character is, of course, everyone's hero, ZERO.

The hero holds a sword in his right hand and stands in front of him, and in his left hand he holds a rose hanging from his lap. ZERO'S HEAD BOWED SLIGHTLY, AS IF HE HAD SWORN AN OATH TO THE SWORD, BUT ALSO AS IF HE WAS MOURNING THE DECEASED.

"Flowers and Swords", this is the name of this statue.

Watching the figure of the Savior towering over the earth, the frenzy of the crowd reached its peak.

ZERO didn't speak, and he couldn't say a word when he could spread revolutionary ideas endlessly. At this moment, the emotion in Lelouxiu's heart was no less than that of any of the elevens present.

He didn't dare to look at his own statue.

That's ZERO in everyone's minds, that's just a beautified artistic image, that's not me.

He didn't dare to look back.

He wanted to enjoy his hard-won victory for a while, at least for now, he wanted to be completely immersed in the glory and let those cheers fill his soul.

The Black Knights took the first step, and now, they are finally on their feet.

We finally have a revolutionary base!

I finally do

It's time to get revenge!