Counterfeit Hero

Compton smiled and said to Tian Xingjian: "Lieutenant, since the data you calculated are different from the plan, you can explain it to them to convince them. I won't care about this matter."

Giving the major a hard look, Compton turned and walked away.

As soon as the people in the second room saw the director leaving, they immediately became commotion again and shouted, "That's right! Let's make things clear!"

"I can't explain clearly. I'm just waiting to kowtow and admit my mistake!"

The group of people who thought that the director was secretly conniving with them looked sarcastic, waiting to see how the lieutenant would make a fool of himself.

Tian Xingjian pulled up the new map of Rome on his computer, looked at these people and asked, "Are you going to kowtow and admit my mistake when I am right?"

The major and Curran looked at each other, and after listening to the encouragement of other staff officers behind them, they said decisively: "Of course!"

"Very good!" Tian Xingjian didn't want to get into any more entanglements with these guys. He pointed at the simulated map on the computer screen and said, "Did you see this enemy base two hundred kilometers away from the vertical line of the defense line at point e and point h? "

Several staff officers from the second room gathered around and took a look, and their expressions immediately changed. This was a temporary base stationed with an imperial armored division. Intelligence showed that the division was resting and recuperating, but there were only 200 kilometers of plains from here to the flank defense line of New Rome. This unit can be put into battle within two hours. It is a pure dream for a fully mechanized and reinforced infantry regiment to block this armored division for an hour!

The fat man held his arms and looked at the blue-faced staff officers and sneered: "This kind of plan is not rubbish. The plans I come up with with my dick are better than yours!"

Curran lowered his head and felt ashamed. The major was unconvinced and said: "What's the point of just finding faults? If we don't allocate flanking forces, how can we defend against a frontal enemy with a nearly three times strength gap between us?"

The fat man sneered and said: "You are really a pig-brained person. I only care about calculations. Those are the problems you solve. If your bra is torn, you can take off your pants and wrap your chest so that the flesh is not exposed? Besides, you took off your clothes so cleanly, Not even a pair of underwear, you idiot!”

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and drew a line on the combat map, threw it to the major and said: "Can three divisions be deployed at the same time to attack two armored divisions occupying high ground ten kilometers in front? Do you think these mechas are like rats?" How big or small? If the right-wing infantry defense is not established on the high ground one kilometer behind, how heroic will it be on the plain? Even if the enemy's attack breaks through, the defensive force at point t can establish a supporting defense line behind point r within three minutes, and the artillery Just turn your mouth in the opposite direction, you can’t even see this, what a cock-up consultant!”

Seeing that they were speechless, the fat man waved his hand and said: "I don't want you to kowtow. Today I have treated you like a fool. If you dare to treat your plans like this in the future, I will wipe my nose with it and throw it back to you. No." Once you have mastered this level of me, think it through and come back again, get the hell out of here now!"

Even though the staff officer in the second room was ashamed and annoyed, he was immediately relieved when he heard that he didn't have to kowtow. He pulled the major and the blushing Curran and fled.

The other research room staff who were watching the excitement at the door dispersed with embarrassment. This time they had gained experience. They usually look down on the people in Room 6 and shout around, but they did not expect that their plans would eventually go through the calculations in Room 6. , if you wipe your nose because of fault, you will lose your face.

The staff officers in the sixth room only felt exhaled and raised their eyebrows. The anger of the injustice they had suffered these days was suddenly returned. The previously dead atmosphere suddenly became lively. They could not help but make a fuss around Tian Xingjian. The mature ones just smiled, and some who were not so reserved Just laugh and high-five each other.

Pat also laughed. No matter how successful these villains were, they hummed and left after dinner in the six rooms in the evening. This good old man was also a bad guy.

The people in Room Six asked Fatty: "Fatman, how did you see the problem with Curran's plan?"

The fat man waved his hand stupidly and said: "Damn it, I thought his plan was good at first. Once he memorized it, he used his front finger to confuse the impression. But he got scolded all the time. Didn't I come back when I had the chance? Why did he scold me with his front finger? , I will scold him no matter what!"

The six rooms were all sweating like rain, secretly rejoicing.

After this incident, the staff of the Sixth Research Office suddenly became a mess, especially after several outrageous plans were thrown away by the staff of the Sixth Research Office. There was an endless stream of people asking for dinner and asking for mercy. After all, the military staff's face is still important. If they offend the Sixth Chamber, every battle plan will be scrutinized one by one with a magnifying glass. Even if there are no problems, they will find problems.

Only a small number of people knew about the conflict, but those who had come into contact with Fatty never dared to challenge his authority again. Although it was not recognized by everyone, in the minds of some people, the person with the highest level in the War Department was probably the Sixth Room. The fat lieutenant who had been in a daze for a long time in the deserted room.

There were also sharp-thinking people who speculated that the lieutenant was the company commander who made that classic deduction, but Compton flatly denied it. He asked his friends who pointed out that he also got a negative answer. However, these denials made the guard even more confident. The lieutenant doing calculations in front of the computer became more and more mysterious.

However, this fat man was born with a face that deserves to be beaten, and he did not have the demeanor of a master at all. As long as he was not offended, he always looked like a sleazy and wretched person. There were many people who were not convinced, led by the major, who slandered people in front of and behind his back. , the fat man became a representative of the overbearing, vulgar and ignorant cat who pretends to understand and meets a dead mouse, and his reputation is basically gone.

Especially some female confidential secretaries or female staff officers, who have heard people talk too much, and for no reason have become more and more disgusted with this fat man who is obsessed with people.

"War in the Sky" was finally launched as scheduled. Fatty, who had taken a day off specifically, stayed in the simulation cabin, his eyes glowing. In a few minutes, the mecha masters from all over the universe would flood into this virtual world to fight. When Fatty thought about being able to fight with These masters were so excited to compete that they urinated frequently and trembled all over.

As soon as he entered the game, Fatty was dumbfounded, boot camp! An instructor with a big knife in his hand is almost the exact same model as the former bear instructor.

The fat man who was reincarnated almost cried and reluctantly participated in the training camp. After passing various tests, he got an indicator of personal intelligence, strength, speed, and endurance. Looking at the results, it was not bad.

After leading an ET mecha from seven hundred years ago out of the training camp, the fat man was ecstatic. No one on the Internet knew who he was. He howled like a nouveau riche, masters, here I come!

The master is useless. In front of Fatty, there are all the ET mechas in the world, but no one pays attention to Fatty. How can he fight against them? For such a mecha, it doesn't matter how good the control skills are. .

Tian Xingjian was depressed for a long time. He could only calm down and carefully study the system settings of the game. The ET mecha received from the recruit training camp can be continuously upgraded. The parts required for upgrade can only be obtained by completing tasks or fighting bandits. When the parts are gathered together, , you can go to the mecha modification station to apply for upgrades. The upgraded mechas are all famous private mechas from the past, ranging from the lowest level to the highest level.

But the fat man didn't like them all, so he directly chose the profession of mechanical maintenance soldier. In addition to the fact that it was his old profession, the system also set up this profession to make his own mecha. As long as the parts are combined, it will follow the rules. To generate a good mecha, if you combine it randomly, you will only get scraps, and the parts will be scrapped.

The success rate of such a synthesis is very low. Even if it succeeds, it will have almost no advantage over those professionally researched mechas.

Due to the authenticity of the game, the intelligent game center's judgment on the manufacturing of mechas is based on realistic logic. Without proficient professional knowledge and skilled modification skills, it would be difficult to build a mecha.

In the eyes of many people, the profession of mechanical maintenance worker is an auxiliary to save maintenance costs, but in the eyes of Fatty, it is the capital to make a fortune. After all, this game was developed based on the war simulation network he participated in. Regarding these data, Fatty He knew better than anyone that with the right parts, he could build a better mecha.

The only regret is that biological two-state metals are strictly confidential, and it is impossible to put the data into the game. All that can be used are publicly available materials and parts.

After completing a series of tasks, Fatty successfully changed his job to a mechanical repairman and received an automatic mechanical repair arm. Looking at the familiar guy in his hand, Fatty squinted his eyes and smiled proudly.

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