Airplanes~

Just as Ang Wei and Yaze were talking, a message box suddenly popped up on their desk.

Ang Wei, who was just about to talk about the factional dispute, swallowed the words to his lips immediately, because he saw the imperial historian.

Swish!

Ang Wei and Ya Ze immediately stood up suddenly, touched their shoulders with their left hands, knelt on their right knees, and saluted.

"Commander of the Imperial Interstellar Combat Force, Ang Wei, meet the Imperial Historian!"

"Yaze, head of the Operations Department of the Imperial Interstellar Combat Force, meet the Imperial Historian!"

Both Aung Wei and Ya Ze buried their heads deeply, genuinely frightened and very uneasy.

The imperial historian is not an ordinary person, he is a close minister of the emperor and a confidant of His Majesty, and it can be said that he knows all the changes and important events in the Garan Empire.

promulgating imperial decrees, participating in government affairs, and writing laws......

Don't look at the imperial historian as just the 'secretary general' of His Majesty the Emperor, but can anyone afford this secretary general?

Therefore, even if the level has reached the level of 'commander', Angwei has to give three points and kneel down to greet each other on one knee, which is not only a respect for the imperial historian, but also a reverence for the emperor's power.

The imperial historian is a gray-haired, majestic old man, more than a hundred years old, with long white hair hanging down his ears, and wearing a cloud-white robe, which is displayed in three dimensions through holograms, quite a bit of fairy wind bones.

Today's imperial historian, however, is more majestic than ever, his brows furrowed into a river-shaped shape, his sideburns raised high, his lips tightly pursed, and his sharp eyes like knives.

Ang Wei and Yaze fell to their knees on one knee, motionless, but neither of them was stupid, and they both knew what the presence of the Imperial Historian meant.

There is no big thing, and the imperial historian will not appear easily.

Even if Thoamide Tart got the imperial order and led 11 interstellar warships to the expedition, and disappeared for more than a month without any news, the imperial historian only issued an order for His Majesty the Emperor, and did not show up at all.

In a flash!

Both of them knew very well in their hearts that His Majesty the Emperor must have known something, either the destruction of the Sixth Fleet, or the loss of the Dakota Planet, and even, both of which were known, and the worst case scenario would be nothing more than this.

After the imperial historian glared at the two of them, he opened his lips lightly, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Your Majesty has an order, the commander of the Xuan Interstellar Combat Force, Ang Wei, and the commander of the Eighth Fleet, Lak, will meet immediately!"

Rumble!

Angwei and Yaze both fryed in their minds in an instant.

It seems that it is Daktro's affair that has been exposed!

Damn it!

Who leaked the news?

The interstellar combat force really can't hide any secrets, and there is really no impermeable wall in the world!

Ang Wei buried his head even lower, and said loudly: "Minister, obey the order!"

After the imperial historian snorted, he said coldly: "Old man Rong said more, the loss of the Dakters planet, the responsibility is small, the culprit is big, since the disaster is broken out by the interstellar combat force, then it is up to you to make up for the mistakes, the dark microbes are extremely harmful, I hope you will fight with your lives!"

"Obey orders!"

Un Wei still kept his head down and responded loudly.

The Imperial Historian said: "Time is pressing, Lord Commander should bring Rak to meet him as soon as possible! Your Majesty is waiting for you!"

With that, the three-dimensional image of the imperial historian suddenly disappeared.

Even so, Ang Wei and Ya Ze both said loudly in unison: "Congratulations to the Imperial Historian!"

After speaking, the two got up and stood up straight, and when they looked at each other, they both saw helplessness and speechlessness in each other's eyes.

"I'm really not afraid of god-like opponents, I'm afraid of pig-like teammates!"

Ang Wei slammed his fist on the table. "I swear to God, this idiot must have leaked the news!"

Yaze didn't nod or squeak, don't look at him as the head of the war department, but Rak is a child of the royal family, where does he dare to scold Rak for being a pig-like teammate, which is a big rebellion.

If others listen to it, they will definitely complain to His Majesty, and when the time comes, Yaze will really be 'from the mouth', and he will not be able to eat and walk away.

And Ang Wei is different, he is in a high position, not to mention scolding Lack, just kicking him, this guy doesn't even dare to let out a fart.

"I think it must have been at the meeting just now, Luck was frightened, scolded and scared by me, thinking that the blame was inevitable and a catastrophe was coming, so he looked for people everywhere to help run the relationship, who knows, the loss of the Daktros planet has become an open secret known to everyone! It's stupid! It's so stupid!"

Ang Wei, who was extremely intelligent, didn't need to investigate and ask, and he was sure that Luck would do this.

With a fat head and a big-eared pig brain, Luck's IQ has always made Angwei anxious.

"Lord Commander, now is not the time to be angry, Your Majesty is waiting for you and Rak!"

Yaze cautiously reminded.

Ang Wei sighed heavily impatiently, and said: "I'll take him to the audience, it is estimated that a scolding and harsh criticism is indispensable, but what the imperial historian said just now is very right, things don't want to happen but it has already happened, who is responsible, what crime is sentenced, etc., are secondary, the most important thing is to make up for it!"

Yaze felt bitter in his heart, and muttered: "Having said that, but the Sixth Fleet's Luncy Division, a full 21 interstellar warships were ambushed and destroyed, the difficulty of this task is not ordinarily high!"

"The enemy is stronger than we think, but what if it's difficult? If it's difficult, don't you do it? Just let the dark microbes spread?"

Ang Wei shook his head gloomily and said, "Anyway, you can study the battle process of their destruction in Lunxi later, I want to see how powerful this marauder civilization is!"

"Okay!"

Yaze hurriedly agreed and left the office with Angwei.

As soon as he went out, Ang Wei saw Rak Eye who was answering the phone in the corridor not far away, and he immediately exploded his hair, and roared loudly in anger: "Luck Eye!

This roar, the sound was extremely loud, coupled with the amplification effect of the corridor, when it reached Lack's ears, it was really 'like thunder', so frightened that he didn't even hold the smart communicator steady, and fell to the ground with a snap, and hurriedly picked it up with a gray face, squirmed his bloated body when he opened his legs, and trotted to meet him.

Luck ran and squeezed out a smiling face, thinking that he would 'reach out and not hit the smiling man', but the result was ......

Boom!

Ang Wei saw Rack's eye, and pulled out his foot and kicked it straight, the fat Luck couldn't react at all, and was directly kicked by Ang Wei to the end, and fell his butt, which made him grinn in pain.

"The imperial historian has issued an order, let us both go to the audience immediately, His Majesty the Emperor is waiting for us!"

Ang Wei almost gritted his teeth and said every word, he held his head high, grinned, and his face was fierce, and he didn't know that he thought it was the gangster leader who had been in the society for many years.

Seeing Lack's painful expression, Ang Wei not only did not have pity, but became even more angry.

"Think about what your Eighth Fleet is doing!?"

"Spicy next door! I can't even guard a no-sail zone, I want you to have a ball? Poke out such a big basket, you have a hard posture! Damn, kick you and lie down and pretend to be dead, Lao Tzu...... I can't kick you to death!"

The more Anwei spoke, the more angry he became, the more excited he became, and he was so angry that he was about to beat Rak up.

Ya Ze was terrified, and immediately rushed up to wrap his arms around Ang Wei's waist, shouting: "Don't! Your Majesty the Emperor is still waiting for you two!"

Yaze shouted loudly, his voice was very loud, and he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

He shouted almost loudly at the top of his voice, and the strength of his hand to hug Angwei's waist was deliberately not very strong, so that Angwei was barely restrained, he still rushed forward angrily, and kicked Lark hard.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that there were a lot of people gathered in the corridor, and even some people opened the door and came out to see the excitement, and it was estimated that the effect was almost there, so Ya Ze struggled to drag Ang Wei away.

The reason why Yaze wants to do this, of course, is to create a big news within the interstellar combat force.

"Commander Ang Wei actually beat up the commander of the Eighth Fleet in public!"

Think about it, what a big news story this has to be! How many people have to talk about it!

Yaze believes that people want to face trees and bark, and Rak, as a child of the royal family, was beaten by Ang Wei in public, on the surface, he must be resentful in his heart, and Ang Wei dared to beat the children of the royal family, which was more or less a stain on his career.

Therefore, there is an irresolvable contradiction between Lac and Angwei, which is somewhat beneficial to Yaze.

Ang Wei, who was angry, of course, didn't notice too many details, and he didn't have the heart to think about it.

After kicking Rak's eyes angrily, Ang Wei still had a lot of breath, and his cold eyes swept over the sides of the corridor, and found that there were still many people watching the excitement.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen Lao Tzu beat people? Is there anyone who is not afraid of death, you might as well come and try it!!"

Angwei's loud roar frightened everyone into scattering immediately.

Then, Ang Wei looked at Yaze. "Don't forget what I told you!"

After seeing Yaze nodding one after another, Ang Wei turned his head to look at Rak, who was still lying on the ground. "Are you dead? If you are not dead, quickly get up for Lao Tzu and go to the audience with Lao Tzu!"

"Oh oh, I...... I'm fine!

Luck, who was kicked badly, really didn't have a temper at all, and immediately got up with a grunt of pain, followed behind Angwei with low eyebrows, and pinched the injury as he walked.

It hurts so much!

In the interstellar combat unit, the generals all wear special leather boots, which are comfortable to wear, but kicking people is also a sharp weapon!

Especially the toe of the leather boot, kicked hard and kicked on the body, the taste was like someone using an axe to chop themselves to death, and the pain was to death.

So, Luck's eyes are not hypocritical, but really hurt.

Seeing Rak obediently follow Ang Wei away, Yaze laughed in his heart.

However, this sense of joy of tribulation and success quickly disappeared, because many things suddenly flashed in Yaze's mind, and the Dakota Planet, the Sixth Fleet, Lency, and all the troops were wiped out......

Thinking of this, Yaze couldn't be happy, and immediately turned around and pulled his legs, and hurried towards the battle analysis center, he wanted to know too much how the Sixth Fleet was ambushed and how it was completely wiped out.

The battle that created the biggest fiasco in the history of the Galan Empire's interstellar combat force is too worthy of study and study.

However, when he arrived at the battle situation analysis center, he needed to pass through the door of the conference room where the meeting had been held before, Yaze walked a few steps, and the attendant shouted to catch up, and he remembered that he didn't take the smart communicator.

As you move forward, turn on your computer.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the war analysis center, Yaze felt the smart communicator tremble, and at first glance, it turned out to be a message from his old friend Yaze, who had died on the battlefield.

Glancing at the time, Yaze immediately realized that this was most likely Luncie's farewell message.

Yaze's heart sank, and he suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

The death of a deceased friend comes from the heart.

The right leg that had been almost in the center of the war was retracted, and Yaze turned to leave, found a secluded place, and listened to Luncie's last words with bated breath.

It's a straightforward piece of advice!

It's from the bottom of my heart!

It is a roar of anger with life in a fiasco!

Yaze listened and couldn't help but tears fell from his eyes.

Born in a peaceful and comfortable environment, where have they experienced the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, where have they felt the pain of life and death.

Thinking that not long ago, the two of them sat together to talk about the Sixth Fleet, weigh the pros and cons, and discuss the follow-up disposition of the defection of the Entesz group...... The past is vivid, but the best friend has died on the battlefield and will never be seen again.

Ya Ze couldn't help himself from sobbing, and when he listened to the recording, the whole person seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he couldn't stand up in battle, so he squatted down, lowered his head, and tears fell to the ground one by one.

"The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the flames of war are flying! Whose blood stains the blade red, whose arrows slaughter a strong enemy!"

We are brave, we are fearless, we are ready to sacrifice, and we vow to carry on the battle to the end and kill the enemy cleanly!"

……

The mouth muttered softly and sang the war song, it was the youth that had passed with Renxi.

I thought that the lyrics were just to boost the morale and exaggerate the atmosphere, who would have thought that Luncy really sacrificed.

Horse leather shroud, died on the battlefield!

How noble is the glory of a soldier?

Yaze didn't feel it, he only knew that he had lost his best friend, a countryman's best friend.

Yaze, who was immersed in grief, quickly attracted attention.

"Sir, are you alright?" a voice called softly.

Yaze didn't look up, he raised his left arm and waved his hand. "It's okay, I'm just getting sand in my eyes!

Yaze didn't dare to look up at all, he was afraid that others would see his teary-eyed face.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Yaze crouched on the ground, like a disoriented child, he was lonely and desperate, and Rencie's death in battle made him feel like he had lost something very precious.

After a long, long time, Yaze slowly stood up, because his legs were numb because he had been squatting for too long.

……

Garan Star.

The majestic imperial city, tens of thousands of years of cultural accumulation and imperial power precipitation, give this city a sense of majesty and oppression.

An extremely beautiful space shuttle came from the sky at high speed, and at a very fast speed, it hovered sharply in a small radius on the top of a flying building similar to the shape of a goblet outside the imperial city, and slowly fell within the marking line.

The hatch opens automatically, is lowered slowly, and when unfolded, it is a step up and down the shuttle.

Onwy's face was gloomy, and he walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back, and behind him, a dead-faced, restless Rak stared.

Buzz~Buzz~

An extremely delicate anti-gravity hovering car soon approached the side of the space shuttle.

The car door opened, and a guard with a knife dressed in dark black armor glanced at the two of them, and said nonchalantly: "The situation is urgent, Your Majesty ordered me to come to meet the two, get in the car!"

Angwei didn't even look at Luck, he got into the car and sat down, but Luck didn't dare to slack off, and followed the car, his heart beating faster and sweating.

The hovercar closes the doors and immediately climbs lightly into the air.

Through the porthole, Ang Wei looked at the core of the entire empire, the Garan Star, an imperial city that has stood for tens of thousands of years, and is truly a green tree and an ancient city.

The buildings with a strong sense of history and age are as orderly as the chess pieces placed between the chessboards, which are scattered and magnificent.

Angwei couldn't bear to retract his gaze, it was rare to have such an opportunity to fly into the imperial city, how could he not seize the time to feast his eyes.

Rak, on the other hand, had no interest in enjoying the scenery of the imperial city at all, he drooped his head, and kept thinking in his heart how to explain to His Majesty the Emperor, and what to do to reduce his guilt and not be executed.

It's better to die than to live!

Rak didn't think about keeping the position of fleet commander, he just wanted to save this little life, and keep Qingshan without worrying about running out of firewood, if someone died, it would be boring.

Airplanes~

The hovering car flew through the air, gradually decreasing in height until it finally stopped in front of an extremely tall and majestic palace.

The speeding car stopped and the door opened, and Angwei got out of the car without humility or arrogance, and walked directly to the palace, but it was Luck who was stunned, and when he got out of the car, he didn't know whether he was looking away, or his feet were slipping, and he snapped and fell into the mud.

Trembling and getting up, Lack didn't dare to slack off, and with a small step, he hurried to catch up with Angwei's pace.

The palace was built on a high place, with a full seventy-two steps, and around each step, there were swords-armed guards with the style of the ancient Garan Empire.

They were dressed in heavy black armor, all of them were tall and mighty people, holding energy war knives in their left hands and titanium shuttles in their right hands, all of them were extremely majestic, standing proudly in front of them.

Glancing at these guards with knives out of the corner of his eye, Rak was even more frightened.

He was really afraid that His Majesty would be angry later, and directly let the guards with knives drag him out and chop him with a knife.

With the terrifying lethality of the energy war knife, it is estimated that the head will be chopped off, and the wounds will be tightly closed and very neat.

Think about what it was like to move his head? Luck felt a chill on his back, his feet were soft again, and he snapped and fell heavily on the steps again, and this time he was even more unlucky, his head bumped against the marble steps, and he really saw blood on the spot, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, but he quickly closed his mouth tightly and didn't dare to squeak.

Hurriedly covering the wound, Lack got up in embarrassment, covered the wound on his forehead with one hand, and followed behind Angwei in fear, and when he arrived at the gate of the palace, he had already fallen to his knees before he saw His Majesty the Emperor.

"Guilty minister, look at Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live forever, and the empire and the people will be safe!"

Rak shouted loudly, and then fell to his knees, prostrate on the ground, unable to kneel for a long time.

Because of the force, his head hit the floor tile again, and the injury was even more serious, and the blood immediately soaked a small piece of the floor tiles.

Angwei, who hated Rak's eyes, also had to quickly bow and bow, and then prostrate on the ground and did not dare to raise his head or squeak.

Inside the majestic palace, there was no sound.

Outside the silent and empty hall, the guards with knives were silent.

Under the firmament, inside the Imperial City.

An invisible and powerful majestic momentum came to oppress him, making Lark tremble and almost pee his pants.

And Ang Wei remained silent, he knew that if the emperor didn't squeak, it meant that he was angry, and if they scolded as soon as they appeared, it would not be particularly angry.

So, this endless silence and silence is only a prelude to the coming of the storm.

The gentleman was furious, and blood splattered five steps.

The emperor was furious, and the blood flowed like a river!

Angwei believes that this time, someone will die a miserable death......

(End of chapter)