Every year on March 17th, St. Patrick's Day, the most important holiday in Ireland. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the 5th century AD, St. Patrick, who was born in Wales, brought Christianity to Ireland and made the entire Irish nation believe in Jesus Christ, so that he was worshipped by the Irish as a patron saint. Since Christianity is the common source of Catholicism, Orthodoxy and Protestantism, St. Patrick's Day is celebrated in Ireland regardless of denomination.

At a time when religious conflicts between Protestants and Catholics in Ireland were raging one after another, and Natsuki naturally hoped that the festival would downplay the bad effects of religious conflicts, so as to control the situation and stabilize the people's hearts. So on St. Patrick's Day, he delivered an emotional national address on the radio. After the broadcast, he drove from the Telegraph Building to Liberty Square, Limerick's central square, to see a gala parade attended by hundreds of thousands of people.

As soon as you turn from Dublin Street, where the Telegraph Building is located, into Victory Street, which leads to Ireland's Freedom Square, Natsuki is greeted by a sea of green. St. Patrick's Day has been celebrated by the Irish for more than 1,400 years, even during British rule, and in the ****** era, the culture of St. Patrick's Day was brought to the world by the Irish immigrants, and St. Patrick's Day was gradually incorporated into local folklore in some cities with a large Irish diaspora.

In Limerick, Catholics make up more than 95 percent of the population, and the absolute predominance means that there is no breeding ground for religious conflicts, and the rapid development of the economy and trade has led to a general improvement in the living standards of the citizens, and the cooperation between Germans and local officials has made the concept of fair and efficient governance better implemented, so the security situation in the capital area is good. It was against this backdrop that Natsuki rolled down the window of the car without hesitation and waved to the people on the side of the road with a smile. Most Irish people wholeheartedly supported the monarch who had given them independence, freedom and happiness, regardless of his origins in the German Hohenzollern family, which had no kinship with Ireland. People shouted "Long live the king", waved flowers and flags in their hands vigorously, and some even burst into tears with excitement, and the cries spread as if the whole world was paying tribute to His Majesty Joachim.

This is exactly what Natsuki has been striving for many years, standing at the peak of his life, he is infinite in his chest, his thoughts are intoxicated, and the smile on his face is full of confidence and satisfaction.

Suddenly, Natsuki heard the exclamation of Secretary of State O'Grady sitting in the front passenger seat, and the tempered windshield appeared in a circular and diffusing shape, and he didn't have time to see if there was a bullet hole in the center of the crack, and the driver slammed on the brakes and shouted at the top of his voice: "Ah...... Protect Your Majesty! ”

Natsuki has been in the army for many years, but because he served in the navy, he didn't have any sensitivity to gunshots, and he just quickly leaned down with his impression of the movie. In this noisy street, people could not hear the gunshots at all, and the traces of bullets left on the windshield of the car had revealed the situation of the scene, and the crowd suddenly resounded with screams. At this moment, a large number of people had gathered on the three-kilometre-long street, and despite the presence of a significant number of police and guards to maintain order, the sudden shooting caused uncontrollable chaos. The sight of many people forcibly crossing the cordon and joining the guards in forming a tight wall around Natsuki's car, intending to use their flesh and blood to stop the attackers from committing the attack - the scene was touching, but from a technical point of view, their response was not very clever, because the attacker's target was trapped in the car, and the defenders outside the car were not able to form a line of defense, and the gunmen at the high point could continue to attack the occupants through the upper edge of the windshield and the roof.

In the nick of time, O-Grady struggled to turn and pounce on Natsuki, and the driver crossed ahead of them with his broad body, and for the rest of the day, the shouts outside the car and the sound of the guards firing back fire almost drowned out the sound of bullets hitting the hull. Natsuki's ambition had vanished, and he was suffocating as he struggled to support his oppressed body, but he couldn't do anything. It was only after three or four minutes that the door was opened, and he saw the beautiful collar badges of the soldiers of the garrison, and someone anxiously asked if the king was wounded. Natsuki's answer is overshadowed by the noisy environment. After a few moments, the pressure on him subsided, and several hands helped him out of the car, and he was wrapped in the body of the guards. In this way, he walked out of a distance, and the zongzi-like feeling disappeared in an instant, and Natsuki was able to take a big breath of fresh air, and his mind was slightly clearer, and he actually felt that he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Natsuki looked up and saw that there were guards around him with nervous expressions, and an officer asked him if he was feeling ill with concern and caution, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he shook his head.

The inside of a street-facing shop, the doors and windows were guarded by guards in gray-green woolen uniforms, and guns crackled outside, making it impossible to tell whether it was a firefight or one-sided fire. The secretary of state in the same car, O-Grady, and the driver were not present, and Natsuki found out that in order to confuse the field of vision and distract attention, the guards moved the three people in the car separately. Hearing this, Natsuki also breathed a sigh of relief and asked the officer how the situation was outside.

The officer replied that the attackers had fired from a window about three or four hundred meters away, and that the garrison who was maintaining order at the scene had already pounced. The bullets fired at the car did not appear to penetrate the vehicle, but the chaos caused the crowd to stampede and it is feared that many innocent civilians were injured - the possibility of the attackers intentionally or unintentionally shooting civilians cannot be ruled out for the time being.

After a moment of respite, Xia Shu came to his senses, looked down at himself, a dress was crooked and wrinkled, completely devoid of the past scenery, this embarrassed appearance seemed to subvert the image of the god of war that people had passed on by word of mouth, but in the face of life and death, these are irrelevant, he couldn't help but wonder: Who is willing to risk the world to take his own life?

Natsuki's first reaction was that the Protestants in the north, who were instigated by foreign separatist forces, said that religious strife was only an external trigger, and that damage to vital interests was the real source of their hostility to the Irish government - and this was not just economic interests. Under British rule, the Northern Protestants, who were the power class in Ireland, have now been reduced from the upper class to a powerless minority, and those with resentment are the most motivated and suspected of going to extremes.

But on second thought, whether or not the attack proved to be related to the Protestants in the north, Ireland was facing a conflict of unprecedented proportions. Before that, both sides had been bloodied in the conflict, and it was already difficult to find a solution to the best of both worlds, and now that the murder of the monarch was involved, the current strength of the Irish army made it very unlikely that a civil war would break out, but the severe punishment of the northern Protestants would certainly create a deeper and deeper estrangement, and leniency would hurt the feelings of the Catholics, and damage the position and influence of the Irish government, which was naturally desirable to foreign hostile forces.

Natsuki was torn up, but it wasn't time to make a decision. After a while, the movement outside became quieter, the gunfire subsided, and the sound of cries and wails could be faintly heard. Surrounded by the guards, Natsuki left the inner room, stood on the street and looked out, the wide eight-lane street was full of chaos, his black car was parked there alone, and there were twenty or thirty lying or lying figures around, basically civilians from the point of view of clothing. Rifle-armed guards stood against the wall, still on high alert.

Through the window of the clothing store, Natsuki could only see a stretch of the street, but he knew how terrible it was to have a stampede, and the staggering number of dead and wounded that might well be out of sight, made his heart feel extremely heavy. Since helping the Irish win the War of Independence, he has been bringing surprise and glory to the people of this country, and even gradually condensed the soul of the Irish nation, he is regarded by the Irish as an all-powerful savior, and people are extremely proud to have such a monarch, but just now, a few bullets knocked him back from the altar to the world, for this situation without warning, not expected, he can do no different from any ordinary person.

Thinking of the innocent victims and the families shattered by this, Natsuki gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing to crush all the restless creatures with a tank, or throw them to the harshest quarries to work and die, but this resentment was only a temporary thought, he did not want the country he ruled to be haunted by the ghost of hatred for a hundred years, and he did not want his people to live in the shadow of frequent vicious attacks. He drove himself to calm down and found a nearby chair to sit on.

Before the danger in the streets could be completely ruled out, the guards stood silently around Natsuki, and after about ten minutes, Prime Minister Hordes hurried in, followed by the grim-looking Minister of War and the Limerick garrison, all three of whom were German officials who governed the country largely without emotional constraints, and who had always advocated tough measures against the Protestants in the north.

Fearing that there was more than one attacker and that there might be a backhand, both the Prime Minister and the War Minister advised Natsuki to leave the area immediately and return to the palace, while the capital garrison immediately activated martial law measures and launched a city-wide inventory.

After a moment's hesitation, Natsuki stood up and told the Prime Minister that he had decided to go to the Telegraph Building, which was the communications hub of Limerick and home to the national radio station, which could transmit sound to every town and 85 per cent of villages in Ireland via cable and wireless signals.

Seeing that Natsuki's cold face had an unquestionable majesty, Hordes did not dare to disobey. The armored combat vehicle of the garrison had already arrived outside the door with a rumbling roar, only to see Natsuki staring straight ahead, walking out of the gate with his chest and stomach tucked up, and sitting in the armored car under the tense protection of many guards.

Sitting in the dimly lit carriage, listening to the croaking of the crawlers rubbing against the ground, Natsuki lost his past calmness and felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavier than ever.

(End of chapter)