Counterfeit Hero

"So, there are very few people who are optimistic about us?" Fatty lazily sat on the sofa in the base office, chatting with Barbarossa.

Helen, who was sitting aside, looked with a headache at this guy who dared to spread himself out like a big pie in front of a beautiful woman.

Just now at the training ground, he stood upright and warned all the pirates who had completed the training with the demeanor of an iron-blooded soldier. From today on, they have been reborn and become real warriors. He asked them to stand upright and sit upright, and become truly iron-blooded and fearless pirates across the sea.

But as soon as he entered the office, the fat man threw himself on the sofa, rolling around and sighing, as if his body was about to fall apart. If the pirates saw his ugly posture, they would be afraid that the awe established on the training ground would collapse immediately.

Helen forced herself not to look at the puddle of meat. Thinking about it seriously, he was indeed very tired after so many days. He never misses every training session. While the pirates were lying on their beds with soreness, he was still discussing plans with his staff day and night, and was immersed in drawings and data with mechanics and engineers.

He is always so busy, in the shipyard, in the mecha modification workshop, in the war room, in the office, and at the training ground. It was his dedicated work that brought everyone along. Let every pirate, soldier, student and smuggler in this lonely base miraculously become one.

Life needs miracles. Some miracles are always created by accident. At this moment, the pirates in the base. A new life has been seen. They were training and getting along with the Lelei soldiers day and night. Being affected and changed bit by bit.

There are no big and small bosses enslaving them, and they are no longer shadowy exiles. Everyone has never been more hopeful than today - eventually, they can have a bright identity, their own house and their own life in Leray Federation or Freeport.

Although this is just a promise. A goal that still seems far away. However, for pirates who have no direction in life. This is enough. You are both a pirate, so why not choose to be a pirate with a strong person who will give you dignity now and a bright future in the future?

Especially when they become strong and powerful in training, and see the power of the team through obedience and cooperation, they are optimistic about their future. There is no doubt about our commitment to Fatty!

For the nearly 700 LeRay Space Fleet officers and soldiers aboard the Blue Rose and more than 100 exchange trainees composed of mechanics, military staff officers, and army grassroots officers, this period of time was the time for them to escape from despair. Come out and regain your fighting spirit.

The despair about the war in Leray and the worries about the situation have been completely forgotten. Through hard work and hard training, they see the base changing day by day. See the combat effectiveness taking shape in simulated battles and classification exercises. It's such a sense of accomplishment to see the new warships and combat mechas being manufactured and modified in the dock. It was enough to make them feel excited like never before.

here. It's LeRae's territory. On this front, the Leray people did not retreat. Get the results of construction through your own hands. Far more pride than destruction.

In Helen's ears, it seemed that the fat man's speech to everyone on the training ground echoed again.

"We come from different countries and different ethnic groups. However, we have a common name - human beings! When our ancestors gradually developed civilization from eating hair and drinking blood to the space age, they did not want us to die in war. Killing each other. What they want to see is a peaceful and peaceful life for future generations!"

The fat man's voice was very loud. The speakers around the training ground were buzzing: "For this war, ordinary people like us are just victims. Today, we stand here, regardless of nationality and race. We are members of the free world, Everything we do is to survive in this war!"

"Lelei may perish in the war, and the free world may be destroyed by the war. There are also many countries and many planets that will be turned into ruins in this eternal war! When those masters command the fleet , use steel and war to spread across the stars and continue their conquest, the only thing we can do is to do our best to survive."

At that time, Helen could clearly see the fiery light emanating from the fat man's eyes as he stared somewhere in the void. .

At that time, he was definitely not the fat, fat man with a playful face, a tired, shameless face.

"Humanity has lost all faith! Religion has degenerated into terrorism and various interest groups. We have lived in a dark world without faith for too long. It has been so long that we have forgotten our identity. Now, We have a new belief - survival and inheritance!"

Fatty's words echoed in the solemn base: "If we survive, we are not losers or exiles!"

"Surviving proves that we have been here and seen! Let us leave our mark on this world and let our children pass on our genes. Let our genes accompany human civilization and illuminate the entire universe!"

"stay alive!"

Helen couldn't remember how long she stayed there or how she looked at the fat man.

Only those who have truly experienced war and despair can understand the big difference between real war and novels and movies.

Human beings will always recall the beauty of peace when war really comes. Now that I think about it, how wonderful it is to go to shopping malls, listen to music, travel with friends, fall in love, and go to parties.

What is the right to live, these are it!

Use your own genes to inherit civilization. There is no greater faith for mankind than this.

Helen's eyes couldn't help but move to the fat man again... Sigh. Just use your ears to listen to their chat. The fat man's hand was placed on his bulging belly. Scratch and scratch...

"The odds continue to fall, and they have almost dropped to 1 to 4," Barbarossa said. As he spoke, he took out a beautiful wooden box from the desk drawer, opened it, and took out a top-quality Havana cigar produced on earth. Carefully cut off one end with a cigar cutter and prepare to stuff it into your mouth. But the fat man stretched out his hand and snatched it away.

"It's our turn to get rich!" The fat man greedily put the cigar into his mouth and lit it, puffing away with smoke.

"Klaus has prepared the money." Barbarossa took out a cigar distressedly: "When the odds increase to 1 to 5, he will place a bet. A total of 100 million Fiji dollars!"

"I don't know!" The fat man curled his lips and twirled the cigar in his mouth: "Isn't it just a cruiser? Get an aircraft carrier. Aren't they all dumbfounded?"

"To you, a cruiser is of course nothing." Barbarossa sighed: "But, to the free world with an arms embargo, all ships and mechas can only be developed by ourselves. Rely on civilian shipyards and mecha manufacturers for production. Even if you can get obsolete military ships, it is impossible to get a full set of military equipment."

Lighting his cigar, Barbarossa continued: "In order to improve their strength and possess military equipment, many business groups and pirate groups. Mercenaries will do whatever it takes. In the free world, such things are always in short supply. Who wants to save some money? . Whoever falls behind will be beaten. By your side. There will always be your enemies and competitors looking at you."

"Oh?" Fatty became interested: "Civilian mechas are even ahead of military mechas in some designs. Why is there such a big gap in weapons and ships?"

"Because of technical limitations and resource limitations." Barbarossa said: "For countries around the world, military technology and resources are strictly controlled. You should know this better than me. In the free world, there are no resources. There are the most skilled mechanics and experts in various industries here. However, due to the balance rules of the free world itself and the control of the free world by the Supreme United Human Parliament, no one dares to go beyond the limits except for some small weapons."

"That's true." The fat man nodded: "Under the control of the Supreme Council of Humanity, there are so many pirates in the free world. What if we really let you have advanced military weapons?"

"But..." Barbarossa said: "This kind of control almost does not exist now. The Supreme United Council of Mankind has ceased to exist in name only. The control resources flowing into the free world from various channels have also grown explosively. After a while , the entire free world will fall into complete chaos of reshuffling the cards. Now, it depends on whose hands and feet are faster!"

"So, do you think there is a market for the mechas and battleships we recently completed?" The fat man blew out a puff of smoke from his mouth.

"Yes!" Barbarossa nodded affirmatively: "If anyone knew about our current equipment, the odds would be reversed! To make money, selling weapons is a good way. The question is, can these things be produced? You know, in the near future, we will face simultaneous competition from military equipment displaced from Salega and equipment funded by Western Europe and developed by the free world."

"Those things..." The fat man crossed his legs with a stinking look on his face: "How can they compare with my designs? I can do things that others can't! As long as I have money, I dare to build anything!"

"Money?" Barbarossa laughed: "When you get rid of the devil's eye and you forcefully intervene in the free world, you will know that this world is full of money!"

"No, no, no." The fat man shook his head: "It's not me who rises strongly. It's you."

"Why?" Barbarossa looked at the fat man in confusion.

"Being the mastermind behind the scenes..." The fat man stretched out a fat hand and looked at it over and over with great attachment: "That's my favorite."

"Besides, with your status, you can cooperate with Fei Meng or Xijiao." The fat man raised his eyebrows, and his sinister smile stunned Helen on the side: "I will not let go of places where I can gain benefits. When the time comes, we'd better divide ourselves internally and fight against each other as deep as the sea, relying on the Fei Alliance on one side and Siyo on the other to get a big vote!"

"Design to Western Europe?" Barbarossa said blankly: "This is not just a matter of words. Do you want to attack the ships of the Fei League?"

"Is there anything wrong?" The fat man puffed on his cigar. He sneered and said: "I've wanted to rob the Feiyang Republic ship for a long time!"

"Not even sparing your own people?" Barbarossa's eyes were a little distracted. He felt that the fat man in front of him was the real pirate. He is cruel and ruthless, and he can turn his face faster than turning the pages of a book.

After finally coming back to his senses, he decided to change the topic: "By the way, what about the cruiser in Devil's Eye? Although our Rubik's Cube is also a cruiser, the main gun is only reinforced with a destroyer-class main gun, and it is still the same as them. There’s no comparison.”

"It's useless to have a ship that doesn't know how to use it." The fat man collapsed on the sofa again, moaning in comfort: "You will know when the scout ship finds the Devil's Eye's lair and starts a fight. There are at least ten people in the staff department. Plan to make this ship ours!"

de-4541 star system. A reconnaissance frigate with its propeller turned off was floating silently in the shadow of an asteroid one kilometer in diameter.

It can be easily distinguished from the appearance that this small ship with an olive-shaped hull and two circular main thrusters is one of the most important products of the famous Freeport Pegasus Shipyard - the Flying Fish-class frigate. .

This kind of frigate is widely used in space exploration and merchant ship protection due to its low price, rapid acceleration and sensitive steering. It can be said that its figure can be seen in most fleets sailing in the universe.

However, in edge channels and public galaxies. If you see a flying fish frigate that appears alone. But it's not a good thing, because. That often means a piratical approach.

Silently in the universe. This reconnaissance ship hiding in the shadows is like a ghost. A lurker in the night. Its main thrusters and engines have been completely shut down. There was no light visible through the portholes of the ship. Only when the micro-steering thrusters on both sides emit fleeting light from time to time as they adjust the ship's suspension attitude can one believe that this is not a ghost ship.

In complete silence, Karl sat in the main control room, which could only accommodate six people, and stared at the virtual screen on the main console with bated breath.

Two days ago, Karl was ordered to board this reconnaissance ship to conduct environmental mapping of the star area where the Devil's Eye pirate group has been active for a long time. The surveying and mapping went smoothly. The interstellar map provided by the Red Beard Pirates was very detailed, including obstacle areas, short-range jump areas, asteroid belts, nebulae, etc., and the gravitational environment was also marked in great detail.

Originally, Karl was supposed to return the day before. But unexpectedly, when passing through the de-4541 galaxy, I unexpectedly discovered traces of the Devil's Eye pirate group.

Leading the ship was Huck, the leader of the plundering group of the Red Beard Pirates. Huck is fifty years old and has been a pirate for more than thirty years. He knows everything about pirates. Especially good at interstellar plunder. He knew every procedure in the entire robbery process.

Huck's experience saved everyone's life. Immediately after the abnormal metal arrangement information appeared on the scanner, Huck led the ship into the asteroid belt.

A few minutes later, several reconnaissance ships of the Devil's Eye pirate group, like imps patrolling the mountains, appeared in the dazzling halo of the central star of the de-4541 star system.

This unexpected discovery excited everyone. The bigger surprise is yet to come - after several hours of patrolling by the scout ship, four plunder ships and three armed merchant ships also sailed out of the star system and entered a lurking position beside the channel. .

The appearance of these battleships almost confirmed everyone's judgment. The Devil's Eye Pirate Group actually placed their base on the main channel system of the Mars commercial channel.

Knowing that they would not be able to leave for a while, the scout ship could only shut down its engines, hide and wait for the opportunity. This wait is a full sixteen hours. There is no light, no entertainment, and only sixteen hours of stored electricity to maintain the minimum supply level of the life support system.

Until a merchant fleet completed its short-distance jump and prepared to enter the obstacle area. The Devil's Eye pirate group, which had been ambushing them for a long time, finally launched an attack.

At this moment, the virtual screen flickered with light, making the faces of Karl and the crew members flicker in and out. What was uploaded back to the virtual screen from the optical far-sighted device was a tragic picture.

The battle, which lasted for four hours, was coming to an end.

In the starry universe, turbulent energy fire, explosions one after another, and flying shipwrecks together constitute the main color of this picture.

The merchant fleet, which had two frigates, a heavy frigate and an assault ship, had been completely defeated. Under the wolf-like attack of the pirates, two frigates and an assault ship have been destroyed, and the remaining heavy frigate has also been scarred.

The two interstellar Camel B-class large transport ships they were guarding had been approached by pirate space mechas. Only one small passenger ship escaped the encirclement.

"We'll leave when they finish cleaning up the mess!" Huck whispered to Carl. As he said that, he looked at the screen again and sighed: "Phantom flow, it seems that it has completely declined. Even Stillman dared to attack them. Hehe." Phantom flow? "Karl turned to look at the old pirate Huck, and suddenly felt that this name seemed familiar.

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