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(PS: Chapter 224 has made some changes and added a foreshadowing in the middle and back, but the most important thing is to set the above questions, and interested book friends can go back and take a look.) ）

While Jiawen was chatting with everyone about his ambitions, even whimsical plans, tonight, above the Emperor's Fist barracks, in the bright hall, a yellow giant half-kneeling on the ground was bowing his head and praying intently, his dark-skinned face covered with the scars of the duel, making the gray-haired old black man look extremely fierce.

He is the think tank director of the Emperor's Fist, because the head of the Emperor's Fist has something to go back to the mobile fortress of the Emperor's Fist, and when the head of the Emperor's Fist is away, the think tank director is fully responsible for the affairs of the Emperor's Fist stationed on Terra.

A giant dressed in yellow power armor walked briskly to the think tank curator in the center of the hall, his white shoulder armor painted with a black fist, and the yellow helmet with a red stripe on it that swayed in the dim firelight, making it stand out.

This red stripe is a special symbol belonging to the Emperor's Fist, and only veterans of the Emperor's Fist are eligible to wear this red stripe on their helmets.

I saw that this veteran of the Emperor's Fist walked quickly to the curator of the Emperor's Fist Think Tank, and saw that he had not finished his prayers, and he couldn't help but hold back his impatience and wait patiently.

Ten minutes later, the Curator of the Emperor's Fist Think Tank, who had been praying in a low voice, finally ended his religious activities, he stood up, looked at the veteran of the Emperor's Fist, and asked in a deep voice.

"Praise the Holy Emperor! Sergeant Prescott, I want to ask you, when will you change your impatient personality and become calm! ”

And the Prescott non-commissioned officer was obviously humble about the lecture of the director of the think tank, who had said many times that he had this problem, and this problem had almost killed him on the battlefield, but no matter how he changed it, he couldn't change his impatient character, and whenever he heard something about the war group, he would be anxious, such as what he brought now.

Sergeant Prescott said anxiously.

"Think tank director, I'll talk about the preaching later, now there's a small warband above Terra, and they're breaking the rules we set!"

The director of the think tank of the Emperor's Fist frowned, you must know that the Emperor's Fist, as the Empire's ace guard, has a history of 10,000 years, and their loyalty to the Empire does not need to be proven, and no one in the Empire will challenge the authority of the Emperor's Fist, and now what is the matter with the breaking of the rules that Sergeant Prescott said?

Thinking of this, the director of the think tank of the Emperor's Fist couldn't help but feel annoyed, the head of the regiment would leave Terra on the front foot, and that soul faint would come to make trouble, didn't he want to make his face dull?

The director of the think tank said sharply.

"What the hell is it, is that warband daring to provoke the Emperor's fist!"

Hearing this, Sergeant Prescott couldn't wait to explain everything.

"It's a small warband called the Warband, and they've recruited ten recruits on Terra, and they're in our ......"

Hearing this, the director of the think tank of the Emperor's Fist sensed that something was wrong, and he asked in a loud voice.

"Are those recruits voluntary?"

"Hey!"

Sergeant Prescott was stunned, and then he thought back.

"It seems like those recruits came to join voluntarily."

The director of the think tank was furious.

"Sergeant Prescott, how many times have I said that Terra is the Holy Land that our Emperor's Fist is responsible for guarding, not our territory! Why is your mentality so narrow, others voluntarily join a warband loyal to the Empire, what do you have to interfere with! Even if that warband didn't get the right to conscript, but now those recruits are not recruited by other warbands with great fanfare, but a few people are willing to serve the empire and join this loyal warband to fight for the emperor! You Sergeant Prescott is bouncing around there, and you still report to me with such a trivial matter! Have you eaten too much to hold on? If you have paid attention to training, why do you have so much spare time to inquire about the news! Soul light, hurry to the training ground, don't let me see you now!! ”

Sergeant Prescott fled the prayer hall with a lot of pee, he really didn't expect that his zealous heart would anger the director of the think tank, and finally let himself get a thankless end.

At the same time, elsewhere, there were also people chatting about topics related to the Warband, and their mood was roughly the same as that of Sergeant Prescott of the Emperor's Fist.

"What!! The Warbands of the Warbands are a subgroup of Space Wolves! Moreover, it is a regular subgroup that has been authorized by the Gene Seed Bank and recognized by the Space Wolf!! ”

An old-man dressed in luxury roared in shock, and a middle-aged man standing in front of him who was reporting intelligence couldn't help but tremble.

It's out of the eye! It's really eye-catching! As the patriarch of the Gilbert family in charge of the three star fields, he didn't expect that since he would also look away, he really didn't expect that that small war group would have such a big background, and behind them was actually the space wolf war group!

Thinking of this, Lord Duke Gilbert felt a wave of chagrin and regret, and his heart seemed to be gnawed by a worm.

Heartbreaking!

I didn't expect it! The experience that he has lived for three hundred years will not work, which has led him to make a hasty decision to ignore the recruitment of the Warden Warband under the condition of insufficient intelligence, so that the heroes in the family will not fight for this opportunity! But he didn't expect that his decision would miss an opportunity to further his family's honor!

Regret it!!

Seeing the distorted expression of regret and chagrin on the old face of his patriarch, the middle-aged man standing in front of the patriarch hurriedly knelt down, slammed his head on the ground, and pleaded guilty to the patriarch in a trembling voice.

"Patriarch, I ......, this, this!"

Seeing the middle-aged man's expression of fear to the point of speechlessness, Lord Duke Gilbert took a minute to calm his fluctuating mood, and then said in a calm voice.

"Get up, this time it's none of your business, even with the power of our family, it is very difficult to obtain information about the Star Warband, not to mention that I made a hasty decision. However, there is no use in remorse and pain here now, and we Gilbert must make up for it as soon as possible, and we must try to see if we can catch the last ship!

Now, you go and gather the family members as soon as possible, and we must come up with a workable plan today to get the Gilberts on the last ship! Get a ticket to glory and glory! (To be continued.) )