The significance of the Paris Police Academy to the French army had long since surpassed that of an ordinary military academy. It was a symbol of the army's spirit, the maker of its training standards, and the source of advanced command and combat techniques.
Thus, what was being held now was no longer a mere school anniversary celebration, but more like a grand festival for the entire army.
The moment the Crown Prince appeared in everyone's sight, Massena immediately called out, "Attention, all! Salute!"
From the square outside the military academy's gates all the way to the Training Field south of the academy, more than ten thousand officers and soldiers snapped to attention as one, producing a sharp swish like waves crashing against the shore. Then they turned their eyes toward the Crown Prince in salute.
Surrounded by the officers, Joseph arrived at the Training Field, which could accommodate more than ten thousand people, and ascended the Reviewing Stand on the north side.
Every soldier on the field strained to hold his head high and chest out, hoping only that the Crown Prince might glance at him.
Well, the qualifications for attending this anniversary celebration were not easily obtained. Nearly all of them had performed outstandingly on the battlefield or belonged to widely acknowledged elite units.
Joseph swept his gaze across the field, drew a deep breath, and spoke in a ringing voice. "I am very pleased to have experienced this glorious moment together with all of you as principal! The Paris Police Academy is a great military academy born alongside glory. For the safety and prosperity of France..."
Following custom, he first recounted the glorious history of the Paris Police Academy, then went through amusing anecdotes about the graduates of every class, drawing knowing smiles from the officers and