On the stage, Jessica was dressed in a solemn military uniform, and together with the female dancers, she took vigorous steps and moved in a uniform manner.
The song she is singing is a song from a new album. As before, this song also sings about the greatness and prosperity of the Eilanhill Empire.
"Singing our dear motherland,
From now on, we will be prosperous and powerful!
Over the mountains, over the plains,
Cross the rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River!
a vast and beautiful land,
It is our dear hometown.
The heroic people stood up,
Our unity and friendship are as strong as steel!”
Along with his singing, more than 70,000 officers and soldiers who were listening to the concert in the stadium stood at attention and saluted with their chins raised. The scene was as neat as a soldier who had been copied and pasted 70,000 times.
The song was majestic and melodious, and the helicopters flying in the sky captured the entire stadium. Only a concert by the imperial concubine could have such a spectacular scale.
Jessica is incredibly beautiful on the stage. Her already charming figure is set off by the military uniform, which makes people even more fascinated and yearned for.
"The battle flag of Eilandhill is flying,
How loud the victory song is!
Sing our dear empire,
Now it is prosperous and powerful!
Sing our dear empire,
Now it is prosperous and powerful!
We are hardworking, we are brave,
Independence and freedom are our ideals!
How many hardships have we overcome,
Only then did I get hope today!
We love peace!
We love our hometown!
Whoever dares to invade us will be destroyed!"
More soldiers started to sing. This was the effect of the arrangement on the scene. This concert was also broadcast to the world, so the effect must be the best.
Countless pieces of colored paper were flying in the wind, and a huge black golden eagle flag was slowly unfurled by the crowd.
"The flag of Ireland is flying,
How loud the victory song is!
Singing our dear motherland,
From now on, we will be prosperous and powerful!
Singing our dear motherland,
From now on we will be prosperous and strong!”
The singing was still going on, and the cheers reached a climax in the singing. This huge concert was held in the largest newly built stadium in the southern region, and the first one was sung to the troops stationed there.
Jessica used her own way to express condolences to the officers and soldiers who had been fighting for the empire and His Majesty the Emperor.
"Bah!" After 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 was already an imperial general, stood up from his sofa
stand up.
He walked to the beautiful and spacious desk beside him and picked up a piece of writing paper from the table.
In fact, the high-ranking officials of the Elanhill Empire, who have basically implemented electronic office work, 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 situations where the group army commander needs to write documents himself.
However, Walter carefully checked the document again, and after confirming the accuracy and beauty of every word, he said: "Adjutant! Come in!"
The adjutant who had been waiting outside the door opened the door and walked in. He stood at attention in front of Walter, saluted and asked: "General! What do you want me to do?"
"Send this report in the fastest and safest way! Send it to Siris as soon as possible. I hope that your Majesty can see this report when he comes back from Yuesiris." Walter handed the piece of paper to his
The adjutant opened his mouth and ordered.
"General! Your Majesty can also meet with ministers and generals via video link in Yuexiris. His Majesty's Secretariat has already issued a notice..." The adjutant said while using the corner of his eye to read the content on the paper.
.
Then he froze there, not knowing what to say. Because this was an application, an application written by 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 would take the initiative to apply for transfer from the Army, hoping to become a fleet commander in the Space Force.
If this news is released, it will probably cause a shock in the military community... Just think about it, there may be a feud between Waggron and Lawns...
"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: "While I am still young, I can still share your worries for Your Majesty... Transforming into the 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! 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 Modell is much more powerful than me, stop flattering me! Go and do serious things!"
"Yes!" The adjutant stood at attention, saluted, and hurried to deliver this important report.
"Sneeze!" In the distant headquarters of the 13th Army Group, Modell rubbed his nose: "Which bastard is entertaining me again?"
This office is equally luxurious. Because there has been no fighting for more than a year and there is no need to move, 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 Modell, there is a heroic and heroic portrait of Alanthil 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: "My subject has applied for transfer to the Space Force to serve in the Space Force. I will share your worries with His Majesty in my prime, and I will be loyal to the Empire with diligence..."
But far away in the demon world, in the marshal's room of Sky One, Waggron had an unspeakable expression of constipation 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 on the other side of the video call: "Your Majesty! You know, I am loyal to Wageron. You can't favor Genesis and put the universe at risk."
Leave all the troops to him! I am willing to be loyal to Your Majesty! I also want to... Even if, even if you ask me to be a captain, I will accept it!"
Chris held the two telegrams in his hands, with a dumbfounded expression on his face - he had just received telegrams from Bourjos and Wilkes. They both asked to be transferred to the Space Force, and they all said, "I'm going to be a soldier."
of death.
"You all go and become soldiers! You are the captain! Wilkes is the chief engineer, and Bourjos will be the weapons officer for you! I will find you some more sailors! Do you want Kolya?" Chris looked at it
Watching the video, Wageron was stunned and felt happy in his heart: "If the enemy sinks your battleship, he will make a lot of money! He will kill all my generals and marshals with one shot!"
As he spoke, he patted the telegram in his hand twice: "You guys! Don't be impatient! I will naturally arrange the future matters! Okay... I won't say any more. I still owe Jessica ten songs that I haven't copied.
…I haven’t written it yet…I won’t say it for now…Goodbye…”
"Long live Elansi..." Seeing that his emperor turned off the video as if he was running away, Waggron quickly 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 army group commanders need to take care of themselves..."
"Of course, the commander of the 9th Army Group is an exception. It would be better for her to go to the Space Army! I wonder what that guy Lawns will do!" Wageron muttered as he walked out of his room: "First of all
Let’s start with Cisse, the commander of the 7th group of bacteria! Hehehe!”
In the general headquarters of the 7th Army Group, Cisse was lying on the sofa in the office and sniffed: "I have nothing to pursue in this life. I just work hard in the army... Let the Space Army let them rob... rob
My head is fine."
Suddenly, he felt a chill covering his whole body, and couldn't help but shudder: "Hiss... is it going to cool down? It's so cold all of a sudden..."