When it comes to the security of large-scale events, in fact, this concept did not exist in the countries at this time.

It's not that the world is peaceful, and no villain dares to openly assassinate nobles under Lang Lang. As one of the oldest professions, the Assassins were always active on the dark side of history, Charlemagne the Assassin was good at cutting throats with a knife, the Albion Assassin was proficient in the use of poison, the Imir Assassin was a succession, the Castilian Assassin was good at disguise, and most famously the camel tribe under the rule of the Duchy, and even the word "Assassin" came from this people. The only people who were not very adept at using Assassins were probably the Habsburgs in Ostoria, who specialized in providing targets to the Assassins of various countries.

In the face of an endless stream of Assassins, the security of key personnel has always been a major problem, and the large-scale public events suitable for Assassins to hide and approach their targets have caused a lot of headaches for the security department. Every large-scale event is tantamount to a trip to the security unit, and I don't know how many promising officials have lost their futures and lives because of a security failure, but even so, there is still nothing to be done. After all, compared to the methods used by assassins to conceal and commit murder, the development of pre-screening and security technology has always been slow.

In this regard, Yalfheim is perhaps the most vocal, and in the process of the rise of the consortium, it is unknown how many people have died because of blocking the way. Some can't even be called assassinations, and it's more appropriate to call them executions. No Assassin had the patience to chop up an entire family member, throw it into a bucket, seal it with cement, and throw it into the sea, and no Assassin group had the luxury of using 100 kilograms of high explosives to fly a family on a dirt plane. Relying on those activities that can be regarded as public executions or terrorist attacks, the successful rise of the consortium has also erected the motto of "mission must be achieved, kill the whole family" for the consortium killers.

From its beginnings to its inception, the Empire was well aware of the zealous Assassins who wanted to make a splash or achieve their ideals. These crazy people don't even think about the consequences or what happens if they miss, they don't even care if they succeed in killing their target, "make big news", "get everyone's attention", "be the center of the stage" - these nonsense ideas are the highest guiding principles for these people's actions. The assassination of the Emperor and his retainers in full view of the public, causing riots and unrest, whether they succeed or not, will achieve the desired effect. The fanatical romantics could not resist the temptation, and they would inevitably flock to Lüders like scavengers smelling of corpses, showing their brains and enthusiasm to the fullest. The thought of such a large gathering of people and the worst that could happen could keep the security community awake at night.

Originally known for its obsessive-compulsive disorder, coupled with professional habits and work pressure, in recent cleaning work, all units of the military and police have behaved extremely brutal and neurotic. Some thieves and pickpockets were even fired into honeycombs by more than 10 pistols and submachine guns on the spot just because they did not raise their hands fast enough, and then the corpses full of holes were hung with signs such as "I am a terrorist" and "I love crime", and they were put on nooses and hung under street lamps. Thanks to this extremely tough approach, the law and order in Lüdes was greatly improved in a very short time, and all kinds of criminals and dangerous elements who still wanted to survive were quickly transferred to the occupied territory of the United Duchy of Albion and Rus, who believed that although they were also not treated with them, and the principality was known for its brutality, at least it would not take human life lightly, and the worst luck would be to dig potatoes in the barren permafrost, and would never be killed and hung under the street lamp. As a result, this wave of exodus caused a sharp deterioration in the security of Albion and the occupied areas of the Principality, for which the two countries protested to the Empire for a time, and finally the three military and police took a joint special action to eliminate all kinds of criminal groups and individuals in the city of Lüdes.

The improvement of the public security situation is only the first step, followed by a series of investigations, grassroots investigations, security process formulation, and on-site rehearsals...... After a series of processes, Lüddes is already a "clean" city in every sense, and it can almost be used as a model for a model city.

But what is strange to the insiders is that the empire stopped after doing all this. It stands to reason that the next step should be a thorough search of the roads and surrounding buildings along the parade, and if necessary, temporary relocation of residents and sealing of windows. This prevents Assassins from sniping or throwing explosives from high altitudes. However, the Imperial side did not carry out such operations, and they only sent community workers to the grassroots level to conduct surveys and notifications, and then there was no more action. It was as if they were not worried that some audacious Charlemagne would poke his head out of the window and give a "surprise" to the imperial military and political leaders outside.

In fact, the imperial security department also has a hard time, they have long formulated a relevant plan, and they are about to start implementing it, but an order came down from above, saying that in order to reflect the spirit of co-prosperity and coexistence, goodwill and friendship, there is no need to continue to disturb the people, and the balconies and windows of the buildings along the street can be opened, so that Charlemagne can more intuitively see the majestic posture of the imperial army.

To put it bluntly, it is just to show that the empire can effectively rule the Charlemagne, and at the same time highlight the so-called "co-prosperity", the potential risk of ignoring security based on political necessity.

Dedication and responsibility or something, the big people above will not understand—— muttering such complaints in their mouths, and the relevant departments stopped further action. Unbeknownst to them until this point, there was an old Charlemagne stubborn who had slipped through the tight screening net, and was looking forward to the upcoming military parade with joy.

At 10:30 a.m., the loud trumpets sounded, and a long motorcade marched slowly along the avenue from the Porte Majoor to the Tuileries Palace, and all the troops on parade saluted the emperor and the military and political dignitaries. Deafening cheers rang out simultaneously on both sides of the street.

Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor.

At first, it was a rhythmic and neat shout, but as more and more sounds were added, the temperature of the scene began to soar towards the out-of-control other side, as if thunder, as if the wind, as if the frenzied sound of the tsunami was constantly washing the heavens and the earth. At this moment, the officers and soldiers who admired the emperor all shed tears of excitement, the long-term patience, the persistence that was so long that even waiting would be forgotten, and the birth and death again and again, all of which were fighting for the moment in front of them. At the moment when their long-cherished wish was fulfilled, they were only full of pride and pride. No one would have thought or care how many lives had already disappeared because of this Supreme One, nor would they care that many more lives would die because of him in the future.

As warriors, warriors who have stepped over the corpses of many enemies and comrades, passed through a hail of bullets, and finally stood here to witness a moment in history, they feel that everything they have put in and everything they have endured has been rewarded, and that is enough.

Not only the elven warriors thought so, but also the excited and joyful patriot, the former cavalry colonel of the Charlemagne Royal Army.

Long live the Emperor.

The Empire will win.

Long live the Emperor.

The Empire will win.

Long live the Emperor.

Amid the sound of neat shouts, the bronze drums and flutes from Jena played the solemn and exhilarating "March of Glory", and countless flowers and colored paper fluttered in the wind. In the earth-shattering wave of joy, I don't know what kind of will, a strong vitality from where it came from, supported the old colonel to get up from the bed, he put on a full cavalry uniform with his own strength, a military helmet on his head, a saber at his waist, and opened the balcony door with a cheer. Dressed in the old and glorious Charlemagne cavalry uniform, the old man rushed to the balcony. Until that moment, he was still firmly convinced that today was the triumphal ceremony of Charlemagne's army, which he had hoped for, and that the mighty Charlemagne soldiers marched along the boulevard surrounded by flowers and drums, and his son was at the front of the procession to be inspected by his father. And he, old Rufu, stood on the balcony, as he had done then, saluting the national and military flags, which were full of gunsmoke and all kinds of damage, and still stood tenaciously.

In this way, he rushed out of the balcony and crashed head-on into the moving emperor's motorcade.

At that moment, he thought he had made a mistake.

No!

Right in front of him, behind the Arc de Triomphe, a long line of black automatic cars followed the silver car at the beginning, and in the most dazzling convertible car at the front, a young man with black hair and red eyes and dressed in fine clothes was sitting, and around him sat a circle of pointy-eared elves. The black convertible in the back was also mostly filled with high-spirited, sharp-eared soldiers. They all had expressions all over their faces that were all too familiar to old Rufu—the joy of vengeance and the pride of conquest.

Old Rufu's world collapsed in an instant, and he understood everything in an instant.

As a patriotic veteran, as a Charlemagne who regarded honor as his life, he shouted with the last strength of his life.

In the midst of the frenzy, a desolate screaming wave rose, and in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed up by the furious waves of joy.

"Get your weapons...... Get your weapons...... It's a pointy-eared ghost animal!"

The old, miserable shouts sank in the roar of "Long live the Emperor", and the "March of Glory" was finished at this time, and the military band had just begun to play the "Imperial March". The huge body swept across the sky of Lüdders, and in the shadows cast by the great ship, in the melody of the eerie and impassioned march, a tall old man waved his arms and fell stiffly, and a young girl rushed to the balcony crying and clutching the old man's increasingly cold arm.

This time, old Rufu was really dead.

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