Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Since the military region began to use video communication, if senior generals are unable to participate in major meetings, direct video access is enough.

Apart from the Imperial military parade, there is no second event for the top officials of the four major military regions and 16 provinces to gather at a table.

Now Frey a video communication, but all the leaders of the heart are hanging up, now, all people have an idea - something big!

However, the commander-in-chief stationed at the border did not receive any information of foreign military harassment, and there was no major news in the Empire. To sum up, except for the royal family, there has been some chaos, which can be regarded as a stagnant water.

What was it that allowed the marshal to summon all of them?

With this kind of anxiety, all the leaders got on the private plane and did not dare to slack off. They almost rushed to the capital city at the first time.

Whatever the matter, arrive at the Marshal's house first and then make plans.

When the morning sun rises and the first touch of orange shines into the Marshal's house, the guard holds his breath, his hands are vertical and his military appearance is straight.

When the green figures of the army crossed the entrance and stood in the courtyard, all the officers and soldiers in the Marshal's mansion looked stunned.

The hall of the Marshal's house was not opened, and there was no one in the long corridor. Obviously, the marshal was not ready to meet anyone at the moment.

The highest generals of the whole empire gathered to look at everything in front of them, and their guesses were different. However, everyone is solemn, even the muscles are not consciously strained.

Almost everyone stopped and stood upright in the yard. They did not even step into the corridor. No one talked in a low voice or looked at each other.

As if they were soldiers who had just taken morning exercises in the barracks, everyone's eyes were directly in front of them, standing upright, and never making any unnecessary movements.

This stop is more than an hour.

Sweat down their spine, sweat wet clothes, but each look calm, as if the passage of time is only in the blink of an eye.

This kind of military appearance is not an ordinary officer. Even if ordinary veterans stand for an hour, they can't help their thick breath, but they seem to be ignorant. They have been upright and upright, standing firmly there, just like the silent grass on the grassland, which makes people unable to distinguish the slightest bit.

Since the nine o'clock interview is required, it is not one minute earlier.

Obey the military order, these four words are firmly engraved in their minds, reflected in the deepest place, and dare not forget, especially here, where the marshal lives!

The hour hand was about to fall to "9", and the minute hand ticked slowly. When crossing the number "12", Frey walked from the deep corridor on time, and the hall behind him suddenly opened.

His eyes calmly swept over every general. For a long time, he gently lifted the corners of his lips, bowed down and bent down in one breath: "everybody, the marshal is waiting for you in the hall. Please follow me."

Stiff back slightly a meal, someone subconsciously pursed the lip corners, looked at the colonel who had always stood behind the marshal, and then, unnaturally pulled out a faint smile: "thank you."

"Duty." Frey humbly bowed his head in the face of the big men whose ranks were above him, as if he had just let them hang out in the courtyard for more than an hour, which was just another people's illusion.

Some people droop their eyes, but the bottom of their eyes is already a storm; some people look delicate, and their heart is secretly thinking; some people are pale, still trying to calm down.

No matter what the Marshal's call was for today, the silent demotion was tantamount to awe and awe to the head, and the hearts of all of them were completely suspended.

Frey turned his back, seemingly respectfully leading the way, but there was a trace of irony in his eyes.

Some people, who have been officials for a long time, almost forget their profession.

But after standing for more than an hour, you changed your face?

When I see the marshal, that's the real opening.