One Thousand and Forty-Seven Chills

"The black eagle's flag flutters in the wind,

How resounding are the songs of victory!

Sing to our dear country,

From now on to prosperity and strength! "

On the stage, Jessica, dressed in a solemn military uniform, walked vigorously and uniformly with the female soldiers who accompanied the dancers.

The song she is singing is a song from a new album, and as usual, this song is about the greatness and prosperity of the Alan Hill Empire.

"Singing of our dear country,

From now on to prosperity and strength!

Over the mountains, over the plains,

Across the galloping Yellow River and Yangtze River!

wide and beautiful land,

It is our dear hometown.

Heroic people, rise up,

Our unity and friendship are as strong as steel! "

Accompanied by his singing, more than 70,000 officers and soldiers who were listening to the concert in the stadium stood at attention with their chins raised and saluted. The scene was as neat as a soldier who had been copied and pasted 70,000 times.

The singing was majestic and melodious, and the helicopter flying in the sky took a panoramic view of the entire stadium. Only the Concubine's concert could have such a spectacular scale.

Jessica on the stage is so glamorous and glamorous, and her already charming figure is set off by the military uniform, which makes people even more fascinated and yearned for.

"Flags of Elan Hill fly,

How resounding are the songs of victory!

Sing of our dear empire,

It is now prosperous and strong!

Sing of our dear empire,

It is now prosperous and strong!

We are hardworking, we are brave,

Independence and freedom is our ideal!

How much trouble we have overcome,

Just got today's hope!

We love peace!

We love home!

Anyone who dares to violate us will be called to perish! "

More soldiers began to sing in chorus. This is the effect of the arrangement on the scene. This concert is also being broadcast to the whole world. Of course, the effect must be the best.

Countless pieces of colored paper fluttered in the wind, and the huge black golden eagle flag was slowly unfurled by the crowd.

"Flags of Ireland Hill fly,

How resounding are the songs of victory!

Sing to our dear country,

From now on to prosperity and strength!

Sing to our dear country,

From now on to prosperity and strength! "

The singing is still reincarnating non-stop, and the cheers also reached a climax in the singing. This huge concert was held in the largest new stadium in the southern region, and the first one was sung to the troops stationed there.

In her own way, Jessica expressed condolences to the officers and soldiers who had been fighting for the empire and His Majesty the Emperor.

"Pa-ta!" Turning off the TV in front of her, the princess's beautiful smiling face turned black. The commander-in-chief of the 1st Army Group, General Walter, who is already the general of the Empire, stood up from his sofa.

He walked to the beautiful and large desk, and picked up a piece of letter paper from the desk that was already full of handwriting.

In fact, the high-level executives of the Alan Hill Empire, who have basically realized the electronic office, use this kind of document paper to write things, which can be regarded as extremely rare.

Because of the existence of the secretariat, there are even fewer cases where the commander of the group army needs to write the document himself.

However, Walter carefully checked the document again, and after confirming the accuracy and beauty of each word, he said, "Adjutant! Come in!"

The adjutant who had been waiting outside the door pushed open the door and walked in, stood at attention in front of Walter, and asked salutingly, "General! What can I order?"

"Send this report in the fastest and safest way! Send it to Serris as soon as possible. I hope His Majesty will be able to see this report when he comes back from Yuesiris." Walter handed the paper to his Adjutant, opened his mouth to order.

"General! Your Majesty can also meet with ministers and generals via video in Yuesiris. His Majesty's Secretariat has already issued a notice..." the adjutant said while looking at the content on the paper with his peripheral vision .

Then he just froze there, not knowing what to say. Because this is an application, an application written by the Imperial Admiral Walter himself.

Who would have thought that the commander-in-chief of the Army's 1st Army Group and the supreme commander of the Northwest Front Army would apply for transfer from the Army, hoping to become a fleet commander of the Space Force.

If this news is released, it will probably cause a shock in the military circle... Just think about it, the relationship between Wagron and Genesis may be forged...

"I have been stationed here for more than a year... I have never fought a decent battle... In the future, wars will basically not break out on land. Who controls the sky above our heads? Whoever controls the outcome of the war!" Walter sighed and said: "I am still young, and I can still share the worries for His Majesty... Maybe it is a better choice to transform into the Cosmic Army."

He looked at his adjutant with some embarrassment: "No matter who will take my place, I will recommend you to him."

"General! I will follow you wherever you go!" The adjutant raised his chin and said proudly, "You are the most powerful general I have ever seen!"

"Nonsense..." Walter smiled and waved his hands: "General Mordelaire is much better than me, stop flattering me! Go and get down to business!"

"Yes!" The adjutant stood at attention and saluted, and hurried to deliver this important report.

"Ah!" In the distant headquarters of the 13th Army Group, Modler rubbed his nose: "Which bastard is entertaining me again?"

This office is also luxurious, because there has been no war for more than a year, and there is no need to transfer, so the offices of each group army have been fixed.

Every corner is very luxurious, after all, it is the headquarters of an army group. Between the two full bookshelves behind Maudelaire hangs a heroic and extraordinary portrait of Alan Hill Chris.

He muttered something, then lowered his head and began to write on a piece of paper with a black eagle lightly printed on his forehead: "Your subject applies for transfer to the Space Force to serve in the Space Force, to share the worries of His Majesty with the prime of life, and to be loyal to the Empire with diligence..."

Far away in the Demon Realm, in the marshal's room on Sky One, Wagron had a constipated expression on his face, and kept grabbing his short hair with one hand.

After a long while, he finally choked out a sentence, and begged Emperor Chris over the video call: "Your Majesty! You know, I am loyal to Wagron, you can't favor Genesis, and put the universe The whole army is handed over to him! I am willing to be loyal to His Majesty! I also want to... even if you let me be a captain, I will admit it!"

Chris squeezed the two telegrams in his hand, with a dumbfounded expression on his face—he just received telegrams from Bourgeois and Wilkes, both of whom asked to be transferred to the Space Force, and they all said, "I'm going to be a soldier." The death is like home.

"You all go to the army! You are the captain! Wilkes is the chief engineer, and Bourgeois will be your weapons officer! I will find you some sailors! Do you want Kolia?" Chris looked Wagron, who was standing still while watching the video, felt refreshed in his heart: "If the enemy sinks your warship, they will make a lot of money! They will kill all my generals and marshals with one shot!"

As he said, he slapped the telegram in his hand twice: "You guys! Be safe! I will arrange things in the future! Okay... let's not talk, I still owe Jessica ten songs that I haven't copied ...I didn't write it...let's not talk about it...goodbye..."

"Long live Ailanxi... Er!" Seeing that his emperor turned off the video as if fleeing, Wagron hurriedly saluted.

Then, the Imperial Marshal suddenly realized something: "Hey! You bastards! You don't want to be in the army anymore, do you? It seems that the commanders of these army groups need to tidy up..."

"Of course, the commander of the 9th Army Group is an exception. It would be better for her to go to the Space Force! I'll see what that fellow Genesis will do!" Wagron walked out of his room while muttering: "First Start cleaning up from the Commander of the 7th Group's flora, Cisse! Hehe!"

In the general headquarters of the 7th Army Group, Cisse lay on the sofa in the office and sniffled: "I have nothing to pursue in my life, let's work hard for the Army... The Space Force asked them to rob... Your head is fine."

Suddenly, he felt a chill covering his whole body, and couldn't help shivering: "Hiss... is it going to cool down? It's so cold all of a sudden..."