"The black eagle flag flutters in the wind,

How loud the victory song is!

Sing of our dear motherland,

From now on, we will be prosperous and strong! ”

On the stage, Jessica was dressed in a solemn military uniform, and together with the female soldiers accompanying the dance, she walked vigorously and moved in unison.

The song she's singing is a song from a new album, and as always, it's about the greatness and wealth of the Ellan Hill Empire.

"Sing of our dear Motherland,

From now on, we will be prosperous and strong!

Over the mountains, over the plains,

Cross the surging Yellow River and the Yangtze River!

Vast and beautiful land,

It is our dear hometown.

Heroic people, stand up,

We are united and fraternal, strong as steel! ”

Accompanied by his singing, the more than 70,000 officers and soldiers who were listening to the concert in the stadium stood with their chin held high, and the scene was as neat as if a soldier had been copied and pasted 70,000 times.

The song is majestic and melodious, and the helicopter flying in the sky takes pictures of the entire stadium, and only the concert of the imperial princess can have such a spectacular scale.

Jessica's glamorous and incomprehensible things on the stage, and her already charming body are set off by the military uniform, which makes people even more intoxicated and yearning.

"The battle flag of Iran Hill is flying,

How loud the victory song is!

Sing of our dear empire,

Now it is prosperous and powerful!

Sing of our dear empire,

Now it is prosperous and powerful!

We are industrious, we are brave,

Independence and freedom are our ideals!

How much suffering we have overcome,

Only to get today's hope!

We love peace!

We love our hometown!

Whoever dares to trespass on us will bring him to ruin! ”

More soldiers began to sing in chorus, which was the effect of the scene, and the concert was also being broadcast to the world, and the effect had to 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.

"The flag of Iran Hill is flying,

How loud the victory song is!

Sing of our dear motherland,

From now on, we will be prosperous and strong!

Sing of our dear motherland,

From now on, we will be prosperous and strong! ”

The singing is still in constant reincarnation, and the cheers have reached a climax in the singing. The concert was held in the largest new stadium in the southern region, and the first concert was sung to the troops stationed there.

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

"Smack!" turned off the TV in front of him, and the princess's beautiful smiling face turned black. The commander-in-chief of the 1st Army Group, General Walter, who was already an Imperial Admiral, got up from his couch.

He walked over to the large, beautiful desk and picked up a piece of letterhead from the table, which was already full of handwriting.

In fact, the high-level officials of the Iran Hill Empire, who have basically realized electronic office, can definitely be regarded as very rare to write things on this kind of document paper.

Because of the presence of the Secretariat, there are fewer cases in which the commander of the army group needs to personally write documents.

However, Walter carefully checked the document again, and after confirming the accuracy and beauty of every word, he commanded: "Adjutant! In! ”

The adjutant, who had been waiting outside the door, pushed open the door and walked in, stood in front of Walter, and saluted, "General!" What is the command? ”

"Send this report out in the fastest and safest way! Send it to Seris as soon as possible, and I hope that Your Majesty will be able to see this report when he returns from Cyris. Walter handed the paper to his lieutenant and commanded.

"General! Your Majesty is in Yuexiris, and you can also meet with ministers and generals by video, and Your Majesty's secretariat has already issued a notice to ......" The adjutant said as he looked at the contents of the paper with the rest of his eyes.

Then he was stunned, not knowing what to say. Because this is an application, an application written by Admiral Walter himself.

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

If this news is released, it is estimated that it will cause a shock in the military circles...... Just think about it, it is estimated that the beam of Waghlon and Lawrence may have come to an end......

"I've been stationed here for over a year now...... Not a single decent battle has ever been fought...... In the future, wars will basically not break out on land, and whoever controls the sky above us will control the outcome of the war! Walter sighed and said, "While I'm still young, I can still share your Majesty's worries...... Transforming into a Space Army may be a better choice. ”

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

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

"Nonsense......" Walter smiled and waved his hand: "General Mordryel is much better than me, don't be a sycophant!" Let's get down to business! ”

"Yes!" The lieutenant saluted and hurried to deliver this important report.

"Ahh In the distant headquarters of the 13th Army Group, Modryel rubbed his nose: "Which bastard amuses me again?" ”

This office is no less luxurious, because there has been no war for more than a year, and there is no need to move, so the offices of the various army groups have been fixed.

Every corner is very luxurious, after all, it is the general headquarters of an army group. Behind Mordryaire, in the middle of two bookshelves, hangs an extraordinary portrait of Iran Hill Chris.

He muttered, then lowered his head and began to write on a piece of paper with a black eagle lightly printed on his forehead: "Your Majesty applies for transfer to serve in the Space Army, sharing your Majesty's worries with your prime of life, and serving the empire with diligence......"

Far away in the Demon Realm, in the marshal room of Sky One, Vaglon had an indescribable constipation expression on his face, and kept grabbing his hair that was not long with one hand.

After a long time, he finally held back a sentence, and begged Emperor Chris on the other side of the video call: "Your Majesty! You know, Wagron and I am loyal, and you can't take sides with Lawrence and hand over all the space forces to him! The minister is also willing to be loyal to His Majesty! The minister also wanted to ...... Even if you ask me to be a captain, the minister will admit it! ”

Chris clenched the two telegrams in his hand, and his face was crying and laughing—he had just received a telegram from Bourgeois and Wilkes, both of whom had asked to be transferred to the Space Army, and they were both looking like I was going to be a soldier.

"You're all going to be soldiers! You're the captain! Wilkes is the chief engineer, and Bourgeos is your weapons officer! I'll find you a few more sailors! Do you want Koria? Chris looked at Wagron, who was stunned in place on the other side of the video, and his heart was secretly refreshed: "If the enemy sinks your battleship, it will make a lot of money!" Kill all my generals and marshals with one shot! ”

As he spoke, he tapped the telegram in his hand twice: "O you! Calm down! What will happen in the future, I will naturally arrange! All right...... Needless to say, I still owe Jessica ten songs that I haven't copied...... Didn't write it...... Let's not talk about it yet...... Goodbye......"

"Alan Xi...... Long live you! Seeing that his emperor turned off the video as if he had fled, Vagron 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 have to pack up well......"

"Of course, the commander of the 9th Army Group is an exception, she should go to the Space Army! I'll see what that guy from Lawrence does! Wagron muttered as he walked out of his room, "Let's start with Cisse, the commander of the 7th group!" Hum! ”

In the general headquarters of the 7th Army Group, Cisse lay on the sofa in his office and sniffled: "I don't have any pursuits in my life, let's be honest and honest in the army...... The Space Army told them to grab ...... It's good to grab the head. ”

Suddenly, he felt a chill enveloping his body, and he couldn't help but shiver: "Hiss...... Is this going to cool down? It's so cold all of a sudden......"