Chapter 1047: Chills
"The black eagle flag flutters in the wind,
How loud is the victory song!
Sing our dear motherland,
From now on to prosperous and strong! "
On the stage, Jessica in a solemn military uniform, with the female soldiers accompanying the dancers, stepped vigorously, moving uniformly.
The song she is singing is a song from a new album. As always, this song also sings the greatness and prosperity of the Allan Hill Empire.
"Sing to our dear motherland,
From now on to prosperous and strong!
Over the mountains, over the plains,
Across the galloping Yellow River and Yangtze River!
Vast and beautiful land,
It is our dear hometown.
The heroic people stood up,
We are united and strong as steel! "
Accompanied by his singing, more than 70,000 officers and men who were listening to this concert in the stadium stood up and saluted with their chins upright. The scene was as neat as a soldier who had been copied and pasted 70,000 times.
The singing is majestic and melodious, and the helicopter flying in the sky photographs the entire stadium. Only the imperial concubine's concert can have such a spectacular scale.
Jessica's glamorous and indispensable figure on the stage, with her already coquettish figure set off in the military uniform, makes people even more fascinated and yearning.
"The Elanhill battle flag flies,
How loud is the victory song!
Sing our dear empire,
Now it is prosperous and strong!
Sing our dear empire,
Now it is prosperous and strong!
We are hardworking, we are brave,
Independence and freedom are our ideals!
How much suffering we have overcome,
Only get today's hope!
We love peace!
We love our hometown!
Whoever dares to violate us will call him perish! "
More soldiers began to sing in chorus. This is the effect arranged on the scene. This concert is also being broadcast to the world. Of course, the effect should be best.
Countless pieces of colored paper were flying in the wind, and the huge black golden eagle flag was slowly unfolded by the crowd.
"The Allan Hill flag flies,
How loud is the victory song!
Sing our dear motherland,
From now on to prosperous and strong!
Sing our dear motherland,
From now on to prosperous and strong! "
The singing is still in constant reincarnation, and the cheers have reached a climax in the singing. This gigantic concert was held in the largest new stadium in the southern region. The first concert was for the local troops stationed there.
Jessica used her own way to sympathize with the officers and soldiers who have been fighting for the empire and for the emperor.
"Papa!" Turning off the TV in front of him, the imperial concubine's beautiful smiling face turned black. The commander-in-chief of the 1st Army Group, General Walter, who was already an imperial general, stood up from his sofa.
He walked to the exquisite and spacious desk aside, and picked up a piece of letter paper that was already full of handwriting.
In fact, the high-levels of the Ailan Hill Empire, who have basically realized electronic office, use this kind of paper to write things, absolutely can be regarded as rare.
Because of the existence of the secretariat, it is even rarer for the commander of the group army to write documents in person.
However, Walter carefully checked the document again, and after confirming the accuracy and beauty of each word, he opened his mouth and said: "Adjutant! Come in!"
The adjutant who had been waiting at the door pushed open the door and walked in, standing in front of Walter, standing upright, and saluting and asking, "General! What do you want to do?"
"Send this report in the fastest and safest way! Send it to Serris as soon as possible. I hope that your Majesty will be able to see this report when he comes back from Yuexiris." Walter handed the piece of paper to his own. The adjutant, ordered.
"General! Your Majesty is in Yue Xirisi, you can also video meet ministers and generals. This Majesty’s secretariat has already issued a notice..." the adjutant said as he looked at the contents of the paper with the corner of his eyes. .
Then he just froze there, not knowing what to say. Because this is an application, an application written by Imperial Admiral Walter himself.
Who could have imagined that the commander-in-chief of the 1st Army Group of the Army, the highest commander of the Northwest Front Army, would have taken the initiative to apply for transfer from the Army, hoping to become a fleet commander of the Space Army.
If this news is released, it is estimated that it will cause a shock in the military... Just think about it, it is estimated that the Liangzi of Wagron and Lawnes may be forged...
"I have been stationed here for more than a year... I have never fought a decent battle... Future wars will basically not break out on land. Who controls the sky above us, Whoever controls the outcome of the war!" Walter sighed and said: "I can share my worries for Your Majesty while I'm still young... Transforming the Space Army may be a better choice."
He looked at his adjutant in embarrassment: "No matter who will take my place, I will recommend you to him."
"General! Wherever you go, I will follow you!" The adjutant raised his chin and said proudly: "You are the most powerful general I have ever seen!"
"Nonsense..." Walter smiled and waved his hand: "General Modler is much better than me, don't flatter! Go and get serious business!"
"Yes!" The adjutant stood up and saluted, and hurried to deliver this important report.
"Sneez!" In the headquarters of the distant 13th Army Group, Modeller rubbed his nose: "Which **** entertained me again?"
This office is also luxurious, because there has been no war for more than a year and no need to be mobilized, so the offices of the various army groups have been fixed.
Every corner is very luxurious, after all, it is the headquarters of a group army. In the middle of the two full bookshelves behind Modler, there is an extraordinary portrait of Alan Hill Chris.
He murmured, then lowered his head and began to write on a paper with a light black eagle printed on his forehead: "Subordinates apply for transfer to the Space Army to serve in the Space Army, share the worries of your majesty with the prime of life, and serve the empire with diligence..."
Far away in the Demon Realm, in the marshal's room on Sky One, Wagron had an expression of constipation that was unspeakable, and he kept holding his short hair with one hand.
After a long while, he finally suffocated a word, and begged the emperor Chris on the video call: "Your Majesty! You know, Wagron, I am loyal. Leave the army to him! The minister is willing to be loyal to your majesty! The minister also wants to... even if you let me be a captain, the minister will admit it!"
Chris squeezed the two telegrams in his hand with a dumbfounded expression on his face-he just received a telegram from Bourgeois and Wilkes, they both asked to be transferred to the Space Army, and I was a soldier. The death is home.
"You are all going to serve as soldiers! You are the captain! Wilkes is the chief engineer, and Bourgeois will be the weapons officer for you! I'll find some sailors for you! Coria, do you want?" Chris sees Wagron, who was stunned in place over the video, was secretly refreshed: "If the enemy sinks your battleship, it will make a lot of money! It will kill all my generals and marshals in one shot!"
As he said, he slapped the telegram in his hand twice: "You guys! Don't worry! I will arrange things in the future! Okay... Let alone, I still owe Jessica ten songs that I haven't copied. ...I didn't write it...I won't say it...bye..."
"Elanxi... Long live you!" Seeing his emperor turned off the video like running away, 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 these commanders of the group army have to clean up..."
"Of course, the commander of the 9th Army Group is an exception. She should go to the Space Army! I see what the guy Lawnes will do!" Wagron muttered as he walked out of his room: "First Start with Cisse, the commander of the 7th Group Flora! Hehe!"
In the headquarters of the 7th Army Group, Cisse lay on the sofa in the office and sniffed: "I have nothing to pursue in my life. Let's do the army honestly... The Space Army will let them grab... Robbery Your head is fine."
Suddenly, he felt a chill enveloping his whole body, and couldn't help but shiver: "Hi...Is this going to cool down? It's suddenly so cold..."
