Chapter 186: Group audience

Since the military region began to use video communications, any major meetings, such as senior generals who cannot participate on-site, can directly access the video.
The top officials of the 16 provinces in the four major regions of the military, apart from the empire parade, otherwise, there is no second major event for them to gather and sit at a table.
Now that Frey made a video communication, he hanged up all the leaders. Now, everyone has an idea-something big!
But the leader stationed on the border did not receive any information of foreign military harassment, and there was no major news in the empire. If you really want to count it, recently, except for the royal family, there has been some chaos, which can be called a stagnant water.
What is it that could allow the Marshal to summon all of them to go?
With such anxieties, all the leaders boarded the private jets and did not dare to slacken their efforts, almost rushing to the capital for the first time.
No matter what happens, first arrive at the Marshal's Mansion before making plans.
When the sun rises and the first orange gleams into the Marshal's Mansion, the guard holds his breath, his hands are vertical, and his military appearance is straight.
When the green figures of the army walked past the entrance and stood in the courtyard, all the officers and soldiers of the Marshal's Mansion looked stunned.
The lobby of the Marshal's Mansion had not been opened, and the long corridor was empty. Obviously the Marshal was not going to meet anyone at this moment.
The highest generals of the entire empire gathered together, fixedly looking at everything in front of them, with different guesses in their hearts. However, everyone was solemn, even the muscles of the whole body were unconsciously tightened.
Almost everyone stopped and stood upright in the yard, not even stepping into the corridor, no one talked in a low voice, and no one looked at each other.
It was as if they were soldiers who had just performed morning exercises in the barracks. Everyone looked straight ahead and stood upright without any extra movements.
This stop is more than an hour.
Sweat ran down their spine, the clothes were wet with sweat, but the expression was calm, as if the passage of time was just a blink of an eye.
Such a military look, where is an ordinary officer. Ordinary veterans can't help but breathe boldly even if they stand for a few hours, but they seem to be ignorant, standing upright and standing there, just like the silent weeds on the prairie. Can't tell the slightest.
Since what is required is an audience at nine o'clock, it is not allowed even one minute earlier.
Obeying the military order, these four words are firmly engraved in each of them, reflected in the deepest part, and they will not forget, especially here, where the marshal lives!
The hour hand was about to fall to "9", and the minute hand was slowly ticking. When the number "12" was crossed, Frey walked from the depths of the corridor on time, and the hall behind him suddenly opened.
His gaze swept across each of the generals calmly. For a long time, he gently raised the corners of his lips, bowed, bent over, and said in one go: "Everyone, the marshal is waiting for everyone in the hall, please come with me."
The stiff back paused slightly. Someone subconsciously pursed the corners of his lips, looked at the colonel who had always stood behind the marshal, and then unnaturally pulled out a faint smile: "Work."
"Responsibilities." Facing all the bosses with ranks above him, Frey lowered his head humbly, as if he had just left them hanging in the courtyard for more than an hour just like other people's illusions.
Some people lowered their eyes, but the bottom of their eyes was full of stormy waves; some had subtle expressions, secretly contemplating them; others had pale complexions, still forcefully calm.
No matter what the Marshal's summoning was for today, this silent dismissal was tantamount to a shock, which completely lifted the hearts of all of them.
Frey turned his back and seemed to lead everyone respectfully, but a trace of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.
Some people, who have been officials for a long time, almost forgot their profession.
But after standing for more than an hour, his face changed?
When I saw the marshal, that was the real opening...