Chapter 1420: Twenty-seven. Long live the emperor! (19)

Speaking of security for large-scale events, in fact, this concept has not yet existed in the countries at this time.
This is not to say that the world is at peace, and there are no criminals who dare to stab nobles publicly. As one of the oldest professions, the assassins are always active in the dark side of history. Charlemagne assassins are good at cutting throats with knives, Albion assassins are versatile, and the assassins of Emil are assassins. Castilian assassins are better than camouflage. The famous is the camel race under the rule of the Principality, and even the origin of the word "assassin (assassin, assassin)" comes from this nation. The only person who is not very good at using assassins may be the Habsburgs in Ostoria, who are specifically responsible for providing targets to assassins in various countries.
In the face of the endless assassins, the security of key personnel has always been a big problem. The large-scale public activities suitable for the assassin’s hiding and approaching the target have even hurt the brains of the security department. Every large-scale event is as good as the unit responsible for security going through a ghost gate. I don’t know how many promising officials have lost their future and life because of a security failure. But even so, everyone still has no good way. After all, compared with the assassin's method of hiding the murder, the advance screening and security technology exhibition is always a slow shot.
In this regard, Alfheim may have the most say. In the process of the rise of the consortium, I don’t know how many people died because of blocking the road. Some cannot even be called assassinations, and it is more appropriate to call it punishment. Know that no assassin has the patience to chop other people's family into pieces, throw it into an iron bucket, fill it with cement, and then throw it into the sea, and no assassin group is luxurious enough to give 1oo kg of high explosives to the family aircraft. Relying on those activities that can be regarded as public executions or terrorist attacks, the successful rise of the consortium has also established the motto of "the mission must be reached and the family killed" for the consortium killers.
The assassination and destruction of the empire, from the beginning to the end, is very clear. What kind of fanatics are the assassins who want to blockbuster or realize their ideals. These guys with crazy thoughts don’t even think about the consequences or the outcome after a miss. They don’t even care if they can successfully kill the target, "make a big news", "attract everyone's attention", "become the stage Central Focus"-These messy ideas are the highest guiding principles for these people. Under the eyes of all eyes, the assassination of the emperor and his ministers, causing turmoil and turmoil, whether they succeed or not, can achieve the desired effect. Those fanatical romantics can't resist this temptation at all. They will inevitably gather in Rudes as scavengers that smell the corpse, fully showing their brains and enthusiasm. At the thought of such a large number of people gathering and the worst possible situation, the security unit could hardly sleep at night.
Originally the race known as obsessive-compulsive disorder, coupled with occupational habits and work pressure, in the recent cleaning work, all units of the military, police and constitution have shown extremely brutal and neurotic. Some thieves pickpockets were even swept by more than ten pistols and submachine guns into honeycombs on the spot just because the movement of their hands was not fast enough, and then the corpses full of holes were hung on "I am a terrorist", "I love crime "Sign, put on a noose and hang under the street lamp. By virtue of this extremely hard faction, the public security in the city of Lüders has been greatly improved in a short period of time. Various criminals and dangerous elements who still want to live are quickly transferred to the occupied area of ​​the Principality of Albion and Ross. These people think that although they don’t want to see themselves there anymore, the Principality is more famous for its brutality, but at least it won’t kill people, and its worst luck is just to dig potatoes in the barren permanent tundra, and never hang it on the street lamp after being killed. Show the crowd. As a result, this wave of escape caused a sharp deterioration in the law and order in the areas occupied by Albion and the Principality. The two countries once protested to the empire for this. After a flurry of jumps, the last three parties of the military and police took joint special governance actions to bring Rudes Various criminal groups and individuals in the city were wiped out, and this stopped.
Improving the security situation is only the first step. The next series of investigations and investigations, grassroots investigations, security procedures, and on-site rehearsals... After completing a series of procedures, Rudes is already a "clean and clean" in various senses. The "city" can almost be used as a model city.
But what surprised the insiders was that the empire stopped after doing all this. As a matter of fact, the roads and surrounding buildings in the parade itinerary should be thoroughly searched, and if necessary, the residents should be temporarily relocated and the windows closed. This prevents the assassin from sniper or throwing explosives from a height. However, the empire did not carry out such operations. They only sent community workers to the grassroots to conduct surveys and notifications, and no longer took any action. It seemed as if they had no worries about any bold and charismatic Charlemagne protruding his head from the window and giving the Empire's military and political officials a "surprise."
In fact, the imperial security department also suffered from misery. They had already formulated relevant plans, and they were about to implement them soon, but they came down with an order saying that it is to reflect the spirit of common prosperity, coexistence, goodwill and love, and it is not necessary to continue to disturb the people. The balconies and windows of the buildings along the street, so that the Charlemagne can more intuitively see the mighty posture of the imperial army.
To put it bluntly, it is to show that the Empire can effectively rule the Charlemagne, while highlighting the so-called "co-prosperity", ignoring the potential risks of security based on political needs.
The dedication and responsibility, the big figures above will not understand!-grumbled such complaints, the relevant departments stopped further action. Until this time, they did not know that an old Charlemagne stubbornly leaked from the tight screening net, looking forward with joy to the upcoming military parade.
At 10:30 in the morning, the loud bugle sounded, and a long line of convoys slowly drove along the avenue from Mayomen to the Tuileries Palace, and all the inspected troops stood up to salute the emperor and military dignitaries. Deafening cheers rang from both sides of the street.
Long live the emperor. Long live the emperor. Long live the emperor.
At the beginning, it was a neat cry full of rhythm. As more and more voices joined, the temperature of the scene began to fly towards the out of control, like thunder, like wind, and like the tsunami's fanatical waves. At this moment, the officers and soldiers who worshipped the emperor shed tears with excitement. The long-suffering patience and the long-standing perseverance of being forgotten even after waiting for it, were born and died again and again, all striving for the moment before them. At the moment of longing to get paid, they were left full of pride and pride. No one would think of it or care how many lives have been lost because of this Supreme, or care that there will inevitably be many lives that will die because of him in the future.
As a warrior, as a fighter who stepped on and crossed over many enemies and robes, walked through the forest of bullets, and finally stood here to witness the moment of history, they felt that everything they gave and what they endured were rewarded, which is enough.
Not only the elf warriors thought this way, but the patriot full of excitement and joy, the 6th Army of the Charlemagne's former army, the former cavalry colonel, also thought so.
Long live the emperor.
Empire will win.
Long live the emperor.
Empire will win.
Long live the emperor.
In the neat shouts, the bronze drums and flutes produced by Jena played the solemn and invigorating "Glory March", and countless flowers and colored paper flew in the wind. In the turbulent wave of joy, I don’t know what kind of will it is, a strong vitality from where he supported the old colonel to stand up from the bed, he put on a full set of cavalry uniforms with his own strength, the army above his head Helmet, saber on his waist, cheered and opened the balcony door. Wearing an ancient and glorious Charman Cavalry uniform, the old man rushed to the balcony. Until that moment, he was still unwaveringly convinced that what was happening today was the triumphant ceremony of his expected Charlemagne army. The neat and mighty Charlemagne soldiers marched along the boulevard under the flowers and drums. In, his son was reviewed by his father right in front of the queue. And he, the old Rufu, stood on the balcony, as before, saluting the flag and military flag full of smoke and various injuries, still standing stubbornly.
He rushed out of the balcony in this way and ran into the emperor's convoy on the move.
At that moment, he thought he had made a mistake.
Do not!
Right in front of him, behind the Arc de Triomphe, a long list of black autos followed the silver car in front of him. On the frontmost and most dazzling convertible, a young man with black eyes and a Chinese dress was sitting. , A circle of pointed ear elves sat around him. Most of the black convertibles in the back are seated soldiers with sharp ears and high spirits. All of them had familiar expressions on their faces-it was the pleasure of revenge and the pride of conquest.
The old Rufu's world collapsed in an instant, and he instantly understood everything.
As a patriotic old soldier~EbookFREE.me~ as a Charlemagne who regards honor as life, he shouted with the last power of life.
In the wild wave, a desolate screaming wave emerged, and in a blink of an eye, it was swallowed by the waves of cheers.
"Quickly take a weapon...Quickly take a weapon...It's a pointed ear ghost!"
The old, fierce shouts sank in the roar of "Long live the Emperor". "Glory March" was played at this time. The military band just started playing "Empire March". In the prologue of the bass string, "The Great Emperor" "A huge body passed the sky of Rudes, in the shadow cast by the giant ship, in the awesome and impassioned melody, a tall old man waved his arms, and his whole body fell stiffly, a young girl Crying and rushing to the balcony, holding the old man's increasingly cold arms tightly.
This time, the old Rufu was really dead.
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