Chapter 1400: Chapter 103: Rebuilding the Nation (Volu 5 Finale)
Little Michael smiled and poured himself another glass of wine: “Father and I will definitely fully support you.”
“Much obliged.” Kai Morland clinked glasses with Little Michael, paused for a mont, and sincerely offered a toast: “May the Fourth Republic prosper, thrive, and endure forever.”
Imdiately, he drained his glass in one gulp.
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[Officer Residential Area]
[Colonel Gaisa Adonis’s Residence]
“If you ask , if we follow Winters Montagne’s approach,” Skur klen rubbed his forehead, deep in thought, “we might actually create sothing that could reflect, to so degree, the will of all the people of the Newly Reclaid Land.”
“Create? Create my foot! The more people there are, the harder it is to accomplish anything!” Gaisa gritted his teeth: “Just you wait, when I return to Mont Blanc County, watch gather a thousand, eight hundred people, stuff that damn parliant full, stuff it to the brink, stuff it until it bursts! I’ll make sure there’s not even a seat left, everyone will have to stand during etings!”
Skur klen snorted lightly, too lazy to say more.
Perhaps Gaisa was right; the more people involved in decision-making, the less likely effective decisions can be made.
However, for sothing that could represent everyone on the Newly Reclaid Land to so extent, if soone could achieve consensus within this colossal entity, then it would mobilize unimaginable power.
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[Maplestone City]
[City Hall Square]
Flags blocked out the sun, drums and horns echoed.
All musicians and military flags in Maplestone City were gathered to bolster the ceremony.
In the presence of the entire square’s populace, soldiers from Iron Peak County, Mont Blanc County, Thunder Group County, and Vernge County marched into the square in formation.
They laid down their weapons at the entrance and exit of the square, then walked empty-handed to the main hall, swearing collectively under the traditional Paratu quadrant military flag, then turned around to reclaim their weapons at the entrance and exit.
“Is this necessary? What significance does it have?” Mason watched the scene before him and chuckled: “Putting on such a grand display, it’s simply a disgraceful waste!”
Winters said nothing, but Bard nodded earnestly beside him.
“I thought you would appreciate the virtue of frugality more than I do,” Senior Mason teased.
“In the present, it has no significance; but for the future, this event is of great importance,” Bard said softly: “Because this ceremony is not held for us, but for our successors, for future generations. It’s a sacred mont; from now on, when people recall this day, they’ll say, it was at this mont that the New Republic’s army was born.”
Upon hearing this, Mason took a closer look at the chaotic scene as soldiers retrieved their weapons, unable to associate it with the word “sacred.”
“Ha.” Senior Mason couldn’t help but laugh: “Then I hope that when future generations paint commorative images, they’ll make look more handso, and if they could add an inch to my height, that would be even better.”
Bard gently nudged his horse towards the entrance and exit of the city hall square, and Winters tapped his stirrups to follow.
“Hey, where are you going?” Mason seed a bit flustered.
Winters explained: “This might be Bard’s last day in a military uniform, I’m accompanying him through this ceremony. Aren’t you going, senior?”
“Hmph.” Mason crossed his arms: “I have no interest in this formalism.”
Winters gracefully raised his hand in salute, turned, and went to catch up with Bard.
“By the way.” Mason suddenly rembered sothing and shouted at Winters’s back: “Have you decided how to na this army?”
“What else could it be called?” Winters spun around with flair and laughed heartily: “The army of the New Republic—of course, it’s called the ‘Republican Army’!”
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