The trombone played the melody of victory, the cheers were deafening, and everyone rushed to see the hero's face.

More than 1,500 years ago, a grand [triumph ceremony] was being held in a magnificent city on the plains downstream of the Baitai River.

A triumphal ceremony, as the name suggests, is to celebrate a person's triumph. People who can win a great triumph are honored as triumphants.

The grand triumphal ceremony opened with a parade, with men and women shackled on their hands and feet and in ragged clothes walking at the front. The queue was so long that there was no end in sight.

They are prisoners, the defeated, and the spoils of victory. Some of them will be executed, and the rest will be sold into slavery.

The captives looked at the rejoicing people on both sides of the road with hatred and fear.

Carriages laden with captured weapons, armor, pagan idols and gold and silver treasures walked behind the prisoners.

These trophies are also proof of the triumphant achievements.

The flag-bearer, holding high the panels, sculptures and billboards, walked in the third place, proudly telling everyone about the great battles and the glorious victories of the victors.

Members of the Senate, dressed in white robes with red edges, gold and iron rings, and purple ribbons, were the fourth order of the grand procession.

Even the most powerful senators must walk on foot at this moment to pay the highest respect to the victor.

Because in the triumphal ceremony, the victor is only below the gods and above the ten thousand people.

The grand triumphal ceremony is about to reach its climax, and the victor is about to appear.

People were so excited that they were trembling, and everyone was immersed in an almost crazy and psychedelic celebration atmosphere.

Finally, the military tribunes, riding tall horses and wearing red shirts, stepped into the Eternal City with their heads held high.

They wear laurel wreaths, which is the honor of the victorious.

They are the loyal subordinates of the victorious people, paving the way for the victorious vanguard.

The people present couldn't help but hold their breath. The noisy square was eerily quiet. People were waiting for the victorious figure.

The silence was only for a moment, and the silence was immediately crushed by the rumbling sound of wheels.

Four white horses without a single hair pulled a brilliant chariot into the square.

A man stands on a chariot, with a laurel branch symbolizing victory in his left hand and an eagle staff symbolizing authority in his right hand.

Cheers sounded like a tsunami, and fanatical shouts came from everyone's chest.

The cheers were so loud that they reached the sky, and even the gods on the holy mountain were awakened.

But the victor showed no expression.

He wore a pure purple embroidered robe, and every pattern on it was sewn with gold thread, which was eye-catching.

That is the king's attire, and he can wear it only today in this life.

His face was painted red, and the crown of the god Jupiter was placed on his head.

That is God's laurel crown, and he can wear it only today in this life.

In this sacred celebration held for him alone, he was granted both divinity and royal power.

At this moment, the victor becomes the king of the republic, standing side by side with all the gods.

His grand and glorious triumphal ceremony will be recorded in the "Book of Victory" and will be passed down forever as long as the Eternal City exists.

And the title of [Triumph] will eventually become a more respected title than king - emperor.

A slave warned the victor at the moment: "Remember! Remember! You are just a mortal, and mortals are mortal."

More than 1,500 years after this glorious triumph, far, far south of the Eternal City, a city named Gevaudan is also preparing for its triumph.

The protagonist of the ceremony is naturally Winters Montagne, who has returned victoriously.

According to the rules, the whole city should have a banquet during the triumphal ceremony. However, Winters was always thrifty, so he skipped it.

According to another rule, gifts should be given to everyone in the city during the triumphal ceremony. But Winters had no money, so he skipped it.

Anyway, all the extravagant and wasteful arrangements were eliminated by Winters.

But when Winters rode his horse and marched into Gevaudan with his head held high, his emotions were consistent with those of the great victors in history.

The last time he entered Gevaudan, the citizens openly welcomed him, but in fact no one thought he could exist in this city for a long time.

But this time, he majestically defeated the punitive force of the New Reclamation Corps and entered the city as a conqueror. No one could question him anymore.

That's what Winters wants.

He wanted to declare his victory, and he wanted to tell everyone that the storm failed to destroy him, but instead made his roots penetrate deeper.

If we say that before this, the land distributed by Winters to the New Reclamation Corps was still suspected of theft.

After this battle, the ownership of Tiefeng County was transferred to his name through "conquest", allowing him to dispose and distribute it.

Winters, Andre, Don Juan, Mason and all the officers and soldiers were enjoying this moment.

They are the winners and they deserve to be applauded.

The soldiers were not only enjoying the victory, but were also shocked by "victory".

The people of Gévaudan were more shocked than the soldiers.

Even in ancient empires that were keen on conquests and celebrations, citizens might not see a single triumphal ceremony in their lifetimes, let alone the Jevodan people who live on the borders of newly cultivated lands today.

The endless queue of prisoners, the captured ordnance filled with carriages, the captured exquisite military flags, the majestic cavalry... these things tightly caught the eyes of the Gevaudans.

Everything in the parade told them - "Victory! Undoubtedly".

Excited emotions are contagious. When in the whirlpool of fanaticism, it will be difficult for a person to remain rational.

Some Gevaudans couldn't help but cheer, and the cheerers were all the poorest citizens.

Even if it's just for the millstone tax, they still hope that the blood wolf will win.

Gradually, everyone began to cheer and cheer, and Gevaudan suddenly turned into a boiling ocean.

Anna, Catherine and Scarlett were also in the crowd.

The people of Gevaudan are conservative, so the three ladies all wore large hats and covered their facial features with thin veils.

Despite this, Winters still found Anna in the vast sea of ​​people at a glance.

Their eyes met, Anna smiled restrainedly, and gently saluted Winters.

Winters was eager to walk into the crowd, kiss Anna forcefully, pick her up amidst Anna's screams, and take her away on the horse.

He also restrained himself and blinked at Anna.

I'm afraid the next scene won't be pretty. He actually doesn't want Anna to be there.

"But sooner or later you will see my true face." Winters thought sadly. He was afraid that Anna would be disappointed, fearful and even disgusted. He looked down at his clean hands: "Sooner or later you will see me.

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In this way, Winters rode far away.

Anna frowned slightly, she noticed the subtle changes in her lover's mood, but she didn't know why.

Catherine was completely crazy, and the atmosphere on the street made her very happy.

Catherine was so excited that she hugged her enemy Scarlett, as if she wanted to dance with her.

This frightened Scarlett to her wits' end. She was so angry and frightened that she no longer cared about politeness.

"Fox eyes!" Scarlett pushed Catherine away desperately: "What are you going to do?!"

"Parade! Triumph! Celebration!" Catherine smiled happily: "Of course it is a celebration! Wild girl!"

The procession continued until it reached the city square, and Gevaudan people also gathered in the square.

The soldiers stood in neat queues, and the prisoners were circled in a small area. Some citizens stood in the back rows in twos and threes, while others pushed forward desperately. The city square suddenly became full.

Until this moment, many Gévaudans suddenly remembered that in addition to the triumphal ceremony, the new garrison also prepared an execution platform.

There is no part of a city-wide banquet, so the triumphal ceremony ends with the presentation of prisoners and flags.

Winters, Andre and Mason walked onto the high platform, and the soldiers threw the captured military flags one after another in front of the high platform.

The military flags regarded as sacred objects by the enemy just fell into the dust. Each military flag represented at least one hundred-man army that was wiped out in an organized manner.

Every time a military flag was thrown from the audience, the soldiers roared in unison, each sound louder than the other, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, reaching up to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the prisoners were brought up.

According to tradition, the higher the status of the captives being sacrificed, the better. At least one must be executed before the others can be spared.

Winters did not bring over the four remaining officers of Wargne County for public humiliation, so the prisoner ceremony was kept simple, and the prisoner's life was spared and then taken away.

After the prisoner ceremony and flag ceremony, people in the square were still in high spirits.

Winters signaled that Ciel could move on to the next stage.

Charles nodded and left quickly.

After a while, Charles and Heinrich came over with a group of prisoners escorted - they were going to hold a public trial without stopping.

But most people are not afraid, but more excited.

Although many Gevaudan people live in cities, their lives are actually harder than those of farmers.
To be continued...