In the African governorship, Karl was playing with Missouri and the king of Zao against the landlords.

"Four!"

"Pair eight!"

"One-on-two! Hahaha you guys lost! Missouri shouted with joy.

"Come on, come on, sticker strip sticker sticker!" With that, Missouri grabbed two white notes and dipped them in a bowl of water in front of him, and then put them on the faces of Carl and Zao.

"Husband, let's stop playing, okay? Sister Missouri's luck is just too good! The king said to Karl pitifully with a note on his face.

"No! I don't believe in this evil yet! Say whatever you want to win her again! Karl's face was also covered in notes, even more than Zao's. Because he had been robbing the local owner before, the two shipwives couldn't rob him, so he had to be a farmer.

So now the white note on his face is completely his own fault, obviously the king of Zao and Missouri have reminded him before, the game of fighting the landlord is that the peasants unite to fight the landlord...

"Okay, okay, then I'll continue to accompany you, who made you someone else's husband!" Zao holds his forehead with his hand.

While the three men in the Governor's Mansion were nesting in their rooms fighting the landlord, the radio in the communications room of the African Governor's Palace, which Karl had previously used to contact the Empire, began to sound.

"This is the Tashmengon Task Force, Young Master Karl received it, please answer!"

After a while, the voice called out again: "This is the Tashmenggong fleet, now call Young Master Karl, Young Master Karl received it, please answer!" ”

The ship's mother on duty in the communication room heard the voice coming from the radio and hurriedly responded: "This is the Governor's Mansion of the African Theater of Operations, where are you?" ”

"Who are you? Where is Master Carl? "There was a language on the radio that the ship's mother couldn't understand.

"Who are you? Why can I contact the Governor-General's Office of Africa directly?! There was already a bit of doubt in the ship's mother's words.

After counting the remaining warships, the Tashmenggong mixed fleet led by Admiral Boke, who had entered the wormhole, began to call his young master according to the contact signal provided by Dean Nanshan, but the sound from the communicator made everyone in the bridge stunned.

How did this come from a girl speaking a language she didn't understand? Could it be that Dean Nanshan gave the wrong contact signal? There was a row of question marks popping up in everyone's heads.

The communications non-commissioned officer asked again, but it turned out to be the girl's voice, and everyone couldn't sit still.

"General, should the young master not..." Some staff officers expressed concern.

"Fart! It's been fine when I contacted before, but it's been a week at most. How could something happen! Someone immediately retorted.

"And now how do you explain it?"

"You sincerely raise the bar!"

The two were about to quarrel while talking, and General Bock couldn't help it after listening to it for a long time with a dark face: "Enough! What a system of noisy yelling! Then he slowed down his tone: "The little master should be fine." ”

"What do you mean by that, General?"

"Because the young master said before that the leader of the inhabitants of that planet would take him to the meeting. Got it? Why don't I, the general, let you do it? Where are there so many problems! General Bock, who was not in a good mood, burst out at the poor staff officer, spitting on the poor fellow in the face.

"Tell the communications group and the radar group that I'll give them an hour to track that signal!" After saying that, Admiral Bock left the bridge command room.

Looking at the back of General Bock leaving, several staff officers quietly grabbed the adjutant who was about to leave together. Asked in a whisper, "That. . . Adjutant, why does the Admiral look so angry? ”

The people who looked at the bridge also had inquiring looks, and Admiral Bock's adjutant looked at the back of the admiral who had gone away, and said to them in a low voice: "Just now the admiral received a message from the second lieutenant of Santis: the 107th Fleet of the Imperial Navy has suffered heavy losses. Rear Admiral Balbas, the commander of the fleet, was killed in battle; loss of two Wangu-class supercarriers; eight consul-class aircraft carriers; Thirteen Divine Revelation-class dreadnoughts, in addition to the usual losses of nearly 200 searches. It can be said that the 107th Fleet is already within the scope of withdrawal! ”

Oh, my God! The news stunned the entire bridge, no wonder Admiral Bock was in such a bad mood. The losses caused by this combat operation were paid by the Tashmungon family out of their own pockets, including the 107th Fleet, which was already in the range of withdrawal. And now that the 107th Fleet has suffered such a large loss, Admiral Bock will definitely have to bear part of it out of his own pocket. Thinking of this, everyone felt a little sympathetic to General Bock.

"No, Adjutant. I remember when we first entered the wormhole, General Bock asked the major general to ask for help immediately? Why are the losses so great? The young staff officer from before asked.

As soon as he reminded him, everyone on the bridge also reacted. Obviously the order was given, why is the loss so big? Could it be that reinforcements are deliberately delayed?

The adjutant whispered again, "Because that bastard didn't call for help immediately, but waited until he couldn't hold it anymore before he called for help." ”

"Then it's not to blame the general! He died on his own, do you blame us? "Others were talking.

"Ahem, that's all I have to say. It's always estimated that the general's mood in the past two days is not very good, so take care! I'll go first. The adjutant kindly reminded everyone.

"Thank you, Adjutant, for the point! When I get back, I'll hold a banquet at the family's hotel, and I'll ask the adjutant to enjoy it! Everyone hurriedly thanked them.

"Definitely, definitely!"

Around the corner of the battleship, the adjutant saw Admiral Bock waiting for him.

"Why is it so long?"

"Something to announce."

"Oh."

The two walked silently for a while, and all they could hear in the passage was the crisp sound of military boots colliding on the alloy floor. Admiral Bock, who was walking in front, suddenly said, "I just told those little cubs about the 107th fleet." ”

The adjutant began to hum and then reacted, and hurriedly said, "No... No! ”

General Bock laughed: "Ha! I don't know what they are thinking? ”

The adjutant hurriedly said, "It's the fault of the order, please punish it!" ”

General Boke waved his hand unconcernedly: "What should be known, we will know after all, the only thing we have to do now is to find the little master safely and send him out!" Otherwise... ”

"Got it down!"

After a while, Admiral Bock came to the bridge with a straight face.

"Did you detect a signal source?"

"Report to the Admiral! The source of the signal has been detected! The source of the signal is on Planet IX, what should I do next? ”

"Get ready Marines! Let them carry heavy weapons! Also, get the shield guards ready, we're ready to parachute into battle! I'll lead the team myself! ”