"Yes, General, I'll go and inform them."
Even so, the staff had already decided to disband the celebration, and even the supreme commander was still on duty, so how could anyone else feel at ease celebrating the New Year?
Just as the staff officer turned and walked out of the command room, Bernhardt put on his coat and sat down.
"Whoosh!!!"
A sharp alarm suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the entire building complex.
The staff officer froze, looked up at the outside, and Bernhardt hurriedly sat up from his chair, not even bothering to put on his coat, and ran towards the door.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
The warning lights grew increasingly urgent, signaling the emergency situation they were facing.
Accompanied by the warning sound, all the lights in the coastal fortifications were turned on, and the entire port of Bruno was illuminated.
Under the dim beam of light, the ground was already covered with a layer of frost, while on the boundless sea, two fleets rushed one after the other towards the port of Bruno amidst the swirling snowflakes.
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'The gale cannot knock us down; our bodies stand firm on the ground like steel.'
'The blizzard could not bury us; our blood is as hot as fire.'
Our chariots sped like lightning, heading in the direction from which the gale was blowing.
'We charge ahead, plunging deep into the enemy's lines! Piercing their chests with our rifles!'
'Fight!'
'Fight!'
Where is the pride of the Empire's soldiers?
'Fight! Fight!'
To die on the battlefield for our motherland is our highest honor!
'If the goddess of victory abandons us, if enemy bullets pierce our chests, if we cannot return to our homeland.'
'At least we can die with honor!'
Fight! Fight!
Just like in the past, at 11 o'clock sharp, the square in St. Marín, Salvia, was filled with the sound of thousands of people singing together.
On the stage in the center of the square, the symphony orchestra conductor solemnly waved his baton, the string players played melodious violins, the drummers pounded the drums, the gongs and triangles, the brass section played the trombones, and the melodious organ music added a touch of romance to this spirited song.
Of course, the symphony orchestra's accompaniment was drowned out by the chorus of thousands, but that didn't matter, because the shouts of the crowd were the best music.
Amidst the passionate and rousing song, the gradually falling snowflakes melted on the ground, while the bright red West Clock Tower, though covered with a thin layer of snow, still had its hands moving slowly.
"Tick-tock".
"Tick-tock".
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