When the first rays of morning light shine on the streets and alleys of the imperial capital. In the past, the people of the imperial capital would always sleep soundly in the last dream of the night, but today, in the streets and alleys, under the faint morning light, there is an endless flow of people, and in the Tianwumen Square of the imperial capital, it has already been shoulder to shoulder, and the crowd is crowded.

"Did you hear that? Today will be the day when the Eighth Route Army of the Empire, composed of our Chinese remnants, will be reviewed in triumph. ”

"I've heard it a long time ago, it's not early in the morning to get up and take a position-His Royal Highness Ning will also appear with our magical girl commander, General Lin Han!"

"Yes, they're now in the camp west of the city to make their final preparations for the parade, and it's said that their flag guard will perform a ritual at dawn."

"Flag Guard? That's a novel term......"

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"There are more fresh, many, many, I can't tell you for a while, you'll know when you see it, anyway, the scene will make people forget it - let me tell you, my kid is the Demon War Officer of the Far North Legion, what I know is what he told me in person when he came back to fight demons, and the news is absolutely right!"

"It is said that His Royal Highness Ning is still hiding from our Goddess Her Highness, and there is some confusion with General Lin...... Hey hey ......"

"Is it true? That's big news! ”

"Anyway, that's what my kid said, and you don't know, but recently there have been rumors in the Far North Army about His Highness Ning and General Lin in Baixing."

The people in Tianwumen Square were happily discussing, but in the long street of Tianwumen Square, a neat column suddenly appeared...... The sound of positive steps that shook everyone's hearts was heavy.

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"Arise, ...... you who do not want to be slaves"

When the solemn national anthem was reverberated for the first time on the Imperial Tianwumen Square with the passionate march, when the bright five-pointed star flag was slowly raised under the operation of the meticulous members of the Eighth Route Army Flag Guard. Everyone was already in tears, and they were already cheering.

"Is this the legendary national anthem and flag-raising ceremony composed by His Royal Highness Ning? It's amazing...... I am looking forward more and more to their victory parade. It is said that there are a lot of new things! ”

"Yes, it is said that the Imperial Cabinet is already discussing making this series of ceremonies permanent and becoming a ceremonial ceremony of the Empire."

"His Royal Highness Ning is really a genius......

"Of course! Everybody thinks so! ”

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"I can't imagine that one day, we will finally be able to return to the motherland with such an identity and such a posture, and even more so in her heart, accept such cheers and such a review."

In the middle of the street on the side of Tianwumen Square. Lin Han looked at the strict phalanx of the Eighth Route Army of the Empire, and he was already in tears.

"This is also the honor you deserve, girl, without you, even if you have been displaced for hundreds of thousands of years, your heart is still towards the motherland, without your bloody struggle, how can there be today's return and victory?"

Xie Ning looked at the girl beside him and smiled.

Then, he looked at the military dress on his body but smiled bitterly: "Now it's going to be treated as an ornamental animal - which bastard changed the triumphal ceremony?" Let's two lead the official team of the High Army through the square first? Aren't Lao Qi and Lao Guan good? It's a shame that he can figure it out! ”

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Lin Han chuckled: "The General Staff Department was forced to revise under the heavy pressure of the headquarters of the three armies of the empire, if your old man has any opinions, you can go and burn down the house of Chief Meng 's family." ”

"Sir. The command of the Victory Parade has sent an order, you are about to enter, please get ready. ”

An Eighth Route Army officer walked over with a low smile and reminded him, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Xie Ning smiled bitterly and shook his head. The girl was already finishing his dress, and then, the majestic march of the Eighth Route Army spread to every corner of the imperial capital, and the clear shouting was already ringing in the ears of all the senior commanders of the Eighth Route Army who were on standby on the side of Tianwumen Square: All of them. Let's go!

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When the official team of the Imperial Eighth Route Army, led by young men and young girls, walked neatly into Tianwumen Square with the sound of a majestic march.

Tianwumen Square suddenly boiled...... People chanted "Eighth Route Army", "Chinese Remnant Compatriots", "His Royal Highness Ning", "General Lin" and several other names that had already shone brightly, and at this moment on this day, they were as bright as stars. A tidal wave of applause resounded throughout the square.

The imperial capital suddenly boiled...... Enthusiastic cheers rang out one after another in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital.

The entire land of China was suddenly boiling, and the people of the empire who were watching the live broadcast around the magic vision machine stared desperately at the phalanx that was solemnly advancing in the heart of the empire, and they were already in tears.

In this way, the Emperor of the Empire, supported by two attendants, led the military and political leaders of the Empire, standing on the tower of Tianwumen Square, he smiled and watched the young man and the young girl lead their officers closer and closer, his face trembled violently, his eyes were full of relief and sighs.

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"To the right—look!"

When the square team walked not far in front of the city tower, with a command, the officers' footsteps suddenly changed, and as their expressions full of pride and glory turned their heads and looked in the direction of the city tower, the neat steps of Lin Zhengbu and the dull chest knocking were already suddenly sounding like a person in the military official formation.

On Rulin's positive steps, rows of straight Venus epaulettes are replaced by people's eyes, and under the illumination of the sun, people are dizzying.

The entire Tianwumen Square suddenly fell silent, and people looked at the columns of Venus under the solemn leadership of young men and girls, kicking neatly through the Tianwumen Tower. They collectively lost their speech, and then, the fanatical cheers were like a volcanic eruption, and after a short silence, they suddenly boiled over Tianwumen Square.

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"His Highness Ning is mighty! General Lin is mighty! The Eighth Route Army is mighty! The Empire is mighty! ”

Thus the rain of flowers fell over the phalanx marching solemnly with a magnificence of iron and blood, and the people shouted feverishly, hoarsely, on the side of the majestically advancing phalanx.

"Your Highness Ning, I love you - please marry me too......"

The screams of girls from time to time made the crowd shout feverishly, mixed with a hint of kindness and proud laughter.

"Your Highness Ning, don't let us see you again! We all hate the public enemy of men, the imperial Yongwu - it's better to let General Liulin give us a thought......"

A few hoarse cries of young men made people laugh, and the heroic girl in the queue who was marching side by side with the young man blushed slightly.

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On the city tower, the Emperor of the Imperial Dynasty watched all this with a smile from the giants of the Imperial Military and Government.

"Is this the Eighth Route Army of our Empire, an army made up of our fellow alien remnants...... How does it look even more ...... than we are? This series of solemn and solemn etiquette of theirs. It's breathtaking. ”

Meng Gu stood behind the emperor in a straight military uniform, and he muttered.

"This is the military etiquette created by Shainin's stinky boy in Baixing in order to unite the hearts of my Chinese remnants, the march of the Eighth Route Army and the ceremony of the Eighth Route Army - including the national flag-raising ceremony in front, are all created by Shainin, unique to the Eighth Route Army of the Empire."

Yang Qi replied proudly beside him.

"Boy, at first I thought it was just some crude songs and rituals, just looking awesome to the barren lands of the White Star Civilization...... Now it seems...... Is he really an artist? ”

The emperor was already crying and laughing, and could not murmur.

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"Yes, Your Majesty, we don't have such a majestic anthem and military anthem. This kid. I really didn't know that he had such attainments and talents in many fields of art such as music - how did the people of the Ying Martyr Xie teach their children? ”

Yang Qi replied with a smile on his face again, and shook his head with a smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is said that he also composed two tunes, 'Sing the Motherland' and 'The Same Song', and also held the 'Chinese Night' art fair in the Golden Hall of the Blood Elves' Art Sanctuary, where more new tricks of his own creation appeared, but claimed to be the result of the Kingdom of the Chinese Art Temple--this is how he finally fooled the Blood Elves......"

"When I met with the Blood Elf Prince yesterday, he jokingly complained that they had all been deceived by that bastard of Shainin...... Now there is a popular saying among the blood elves and the remnants of China: the art of Shainin - used to describe shameless liars with joking kindness. ”

Zhu Shoufu stood beside Yang Qi and couldn't help but laugh.

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"It's incredible......"

The Emperor muttered again.

"It's like a legend...... He's going to be a legend......" a royal guard who supported him was already obsessed, he said.

"Nope. That's a legend, he's a legend. ”

The Emperor looked back with a smile on his face.

Then, he sighed faintly: "I saw him, I saw the Eighth Route Army." I saw the hope and future of the empire...... I can finally rest in peace...... Went to rest......"

"Zhengming and Tian'er have gone...... And they live up to the ...... Wish...... The remaining children of my Xia clan should not be compared to the children of my uncle. ”

The Emperor was stunned and burst into tears, he glanced at a middle-aged man beside him who was looking at the castle tower and smiling quietly, looking like him, and said in a low voice.

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When the handsome Blood Elf Grand Magister and the Blood Elf Prince followed closely with the Eighth Route Army Demon Generals. As one phalanx after another passed, they finally settled down in their reserved positions in the square.

The boiling cheers in Tianwumen Square reached a climax and lasted for a long time. Until the Emperor smiled and waved his hand, until the attendant officer with the yellow silk in his hand stood in front of the people.

Then, the sound of the attendant official's edict suddenly sounded in the sky above the crowd who gradually quieted down and looked up at the Tianwu Gate Tower.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said ............"

"All these things live up to the name of the Great Wall of the Empire and the responsibility of the Yongwu of the Empire. is even more in danger of overturning, and it is difficult to reward the work of Qi Tian. Therefore, in accordance with the edict of Emperor Taizong, it was submitted by the Imperial National Assembly, deliberated by the Imperial Cabinet, and approved by the Imperial Emperor——"

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The attendant paused, his eyes were full of emotion, and he exclaimed:

"From now on, Xie Ning, the head of the Xie family in the extreme north of the empire and the first-class Yongwu Marquis of the empire, will be promoted to the throne in addition to the name of the son of King Yong, and the first-class Yongwu Marquis of the founding country...... King Yong! King Yong, the prince of Yong, was hereditarily replaced by the head of the Xie family in the extreme north of the empire! Chin this. ”

"Imperial Yongwang ......"

The crowd muttered.

"The first king of the empire with a different surname...... A living king with a different surname! A hereditary king with a different surname! ”

The crowd looked obsessed.

"Even the thrones of the princes of Zhuo Yi are generally only one generation...... Could this be...... The first throne in the empire that can be passed down from generation to generation? So...... Far North Hsieh's ......"

The crowd was already in ecstasy.

"The Extreme North Xie Clan, the Imperial Royal Family!"

The crowd was once again boiling feverishly. (To be continued......)