Counterfeit Hero

Fatty never expected to become a savior since he was a child.

When I was still running around with a group of children in the garden of the residential area, covered in filth. He was tired of watching the same old TV drama about one person saving the world.

Perhaps it should be said that none of the male protagonists are fat, and they are all handsomer than him.

Therefore, when a child in the community who is three years older than him wears a bed sheet as a cloak, wears a newspaper-folded military hat, holds a wooden stick and stands on the steps and declares that he will become a hero who saves the world, this The precocious and annoying little fat man with a runny nose cheerfully poured cold water on him and said that the person who wanted to be the savior was either a god or a lunatic.

Of course, the angry child was not a god, so the little fat boy was beaten up by a group of little lunatics and went home crying.

Fatty's own ideals cannot be expressed. He has been carefully protecting his great ideals of being a small landowner bully who bullies men and women with a slut, and he has worked hard for it. However, at that time, he obviously did not have a group of thugs who could intimidate an eight-year-old boy, so that he was easily beaten by the crowd and suffered from death.

Now, Fatty finally has his own thug. However, the bully's dream seems far away. The road to neurosis is becoming more and more solid.

Few people in this world know what kind of power he has amassed stingily and greedily when the fat man with his hair soaked with sweat walked out of the sealed elevator of the Red Beard Pirate Base until now.

That torn piece of paper filled with deduction symbols seems to be the only reason why he has persisted until now and will never give up.

He believed he had solved the problem.

Starting from entering the special forces and mechanics training camp, he experienced twenty-one escapes alone, and then accidentally entered Leray's most secret military laboratory, and found countless life-saving skills from the central computer to enrich himself... .

Fatty himself doesn’t even know how he got to where he is now step by step.

When a destroyer named the Blue Rose entered the Mars Free Channel, Hamilton was standing on the LeRay Congress podium, promoting a proposal called the "Seed Project" with hundreds of LeRay elites.

When the Longbow local fleet of the Salega Federation resolutely followed Admiral Tolstoy and faced the Suss fleet that had crossed the border in the bright starry sky, the Chakna military headquarters was surging undercurrents and silently planning. To clear one's name.

When Hastings, deep in thought, dropped a chess piece on the human interstellar map, Fatty was leading the bandit army to take advantage of unreasonable ways and break into eleven territories in a row. Take Mars' most precious Frankenstein into your own pocket.

Time, space, and the characters in them are just intertwined with each other in the footsteps of fate. Thousands of threads, but moving in the same direction, gradually become tight and twisted into a rope.

A year ago, Fatty did not dare to hope that he could change the course of the war.

A year later, the strength in his hands was enough to sweep thousands of armies!

In his hands, there are thirty armored divisions that have recruited the best civilian mechanists from Mars and receive rigorous military training and mecha martial arts training every day! There are twelve fleets that have completed the modification of warships, possess stealth technology and split technology, and can freely travel through the lowest-level E-class waterways.

More importantly, he also has the support of Hastings and the entire Chuckana, as well as the upcoming Rampage and Super Carrier!

Few people can truly understand the details of the bandit army.

Not to mention West York, even the member states of the Fiji League only know the name Bandit Army. I have no idea what kind of power is behind this name!

Ever since the Feiyang United Council tried to use Humphrey's fleet captured by the bandits as a trophy of the Feiyang Alliance, the fat man had covered the entire Mars. Tightly covered. ….

He understands better than anyone else the principle of keeping wealth secret, and he understands better than anyone else that a wolf hiding in the dark is always more dangerous than a conspicuous lion.

The fat man's bad taste made him choose to be a wolf without hesitation...a cunning and hidden fat wolf!

The current bandit army has sharpened its claws and teeth. After the battle between Longbow and Leifengxing, Fatty had enough reason to believe that the bandit army, which had grown up in the flames of war, was already strong enough. Once all the rampant mechas and new aircraft carriers are installed and roar out of the cage, the whole world will be shocked!

Let the world tremble. Just imagining this idea has already made people dazzle and orgasm like silk! From this moment on, Fatty decided to be a lunatic who controlled the entire world!

Only a madman can save LeRae!

"The jumping technology has theoretically completed its final calculations," Milan took the fat man's hand and walked to Boswell's room, "However, our test spacecraft has not yet completed the final modifications."

"How much progress is left?" The fat man gently rang the doorbell of Boswell's room.

"Thirty percent. At least a week." After Boswell's "Come in" voice came from the communicator, Milan entered his fingerprint and password and activated the automatic door.

Entering Boswell's room, Fatty was startled by the sight in front of him.

What appeared in front of him was not the ordinary laboratory he had imagined, but a magnificent and majestic hall.

The hall is fifty meters wide, nearly a hundred meters deep, and forty meters high. There is not even a pillar in the middle. On the arched dome, hundreds of shadowless lamps arranged in squares illuminate the entire room!

A silver-white spaceship the size of a shuttle was suspended on the central platform. Countless instruments and robotic arms. tightly around it. Dozens of Leray scientists and mechanics are busy on and off the spacecraft.

Six hundred meters underground, the First Military Academy of Chakna gave Boswell a shipyard!

A console held up by an automatic robotic arm came closer to the automatic door. There was still a full twenty meters away, and Boswell waved to the fat man through the transparent radiation-proof glass.

"Teacher!" the fat man shouted respectfully.

"Come up." Boswell stopped in front of Fatty, beckoned, and asked Fatty and Milan to stand on the console together. Then without saying a word, he pushed the control lever and floated towards where the spacecraft was.

"Is this our experimental spaceship? Will it take us to a new star field?" The fat man held Milan's hand and looked at the silver-white spacecraft in front of him in ecstasy. From the appearance point of view, this aircraft, which exudes a delicate metallic luster and has beautiful lines, is simply a beautiful work of art. It is better to say that it is a spaceship than an enlarged space fighter.

It floats gracefully in mid-air, with its slender nose like the long neck of a swan, small triangular wings in front of the cockpit and four obliquely swept , people can’t help but fall in love with it and feel its speed as soon as they see it.

"Her name is Pioneer 1. She's very beautiful, isn't she?" Boswell looked at the spacecraft as if he were his own child.

The fat man put his arm around the old man's shoulders. Nodding: "Yes!"

"What are you here for?" Boswell glanced at his proud disciple and then at Milan. Milan opened his innocent eyes wide and gave the fat man a fierce look.

"Do you still remember the plan you told me about in the car when we were in Ludrit City?" The fat man looked at the spaceship and said intently.

"Looking for a new Eden?" Boswell looked back suddenly and stared at the fat man.

"Yes! I need space technology." The fat man nodded: "I'm afraid the Atlantis star field won't last long. We must execute our plan before it turns into a cemetery!"...

"The new space jump technology has not yet undergone final testing!" Boswell frowned: "The theoretical data is not enough to support our plan, you know. We are likely to fail!"

"But we have to give it a try." Fatty took a deep breath: "There is still one month left. If we put all our efforts, we may be able to delay the Sheldon fleet's invasion of the Newton system until two months later. "

"Time is too tight!" Milan on the side shook his head worriedly: "Even if we can successfully conduct a space jump test in a short time, immigration will take a long time."

"We can't just watch LeRay suffer a devastating blow..." Fatty grinned, the expression on his face looked like a dangerous lunatic: "...and after we complete our I will make them miserable at all costs before planning!"

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After discussing a series of matters with Boswell about the details of the space jump test and the LeRay Federation immigration plan, Fatty rushed back to the first airport before the spacecraft took off. Passing through the wide pier of the airport, he saw a medical mecha and a dozen flying vehicles with flags of different countries entering the battleship's hatch.

The fat man didn't know what Hastings wanted to do this time when he called him and Margaret back urgently. However, judging from the generals of so many Fifa member states, it is obvious that things are not simple.

There was still half an hour before the spacecraft took off. The fat man lit a cigarette and walked slowly towards the berth.

Hanking's airport is always extremely busy. Outside the transparent airport shield, countless warships and transport ships were passing by in an endless stream along the waterway.

A huge space TV is suspended above the navigation tower. There were four square screens, two of which were news about the victory of Leifengxing and the assassination of Francis, and the other two were Chakna's slogans.

"No matter what kind of suffering we go through, we will fight to the end! Our ancestors bless Chakna!"

The image of this country, in this declaration that ends with President Hill's speech, comes alive, full of courage and vitality.

Thousands of warships gathered from various star systems in Chakna towards the capital. Hundreds of Chakna armored divisions and mechanized divisions flew to Hanking on giant transport ships.

Those high-spirited soldiers, carrying combat bags and weapons, lined up to leave the streets of their hometown. The people who saw them off waved to them, and the parents watched their sons drift away with tears in their eyes. The girl covered her mouth, choked with sobs and swore to wait for her lover's return.

The government and the military are cooperating with an unprecedented tacit understanding, and the entire country is like a chariot at full power, speeding along a rugged road full of dangers.

The factory is already operating at full capacity, and every mecha production line and every dock is packed with production plans. Countless mineral transport ships travel between the immigration star and the resource star. Chalkner's strategic reserves have played a huge role in this era of resource depletion. Let this country be armed quickly!

Cities on all planets, including the capital planet, have been turned into military fortresses filled with air raid shelters, underground bunkers and missile bases. Every Chakna family has prepared medical kits, compressed food and drinking water. Private mechas were gathered together for modification by middle-aged and elderly men with hot tempers.

Perhaps a mecha equipped with simple armor cannot be a match for military mechas. However, this at least shows the attitude of this country - fight to the end! Fatty likes these violent guys. He knows that the bloody spirit of this country has been completely aroused. They will fight side by side with the Leray Federation!

And when he leaves Feiyang, he will face a country that is far more difficult to change than Chakna. There, there are some opponents who are more vicious and cruel than Xiyo's enemies! ….

Perhaps, it is time to adopt a more brutal and intense approach to wake up that arrogant country.

After walking into President Chuckner Hill's USS President and taking the elevator to the tenth floor of the bridge, Fatty immediately saw Margaret's lonely and sad figure in the corridor.

"How is he?" The fat man gently hugged Margaret's weak and helpless body and looked into the sterile ward through the window.

Hastings's thin body lay quietly on a hospital bed covered with white sheets, his eyes closed, his face pale, and his body was covered with various tubes. A drop of tear fell on my hand, as cool as the raindrops on a winter night. Margaret, who had already burst into tears, turned around suddenly, buried herself in the fat man's arms, and choked out a cry.

"Grandpa was already getting better, but," Margaret's voice was broken and choked, "the death of President Francis made his illness suddenly worsen. Uncle Francis is the person Grandpa trusts the most. Grandpa has always asked for We strengthened the protection of the president, but we didn’t think that if he was not in Feiyang, the things we worried about would still happen!”

The spaceship swayed slightly, and the dock outside the porthole on the other side of the aisle gradually moved away. One after another, Chakna and Feiyang warships guarded this luxurious spaceship.

The fat man raised his head and looked at Hastings on the hospital bed. He couldn't believe that this old man, as thin as a child, was the Optimus Pillar of the entire Fei League. Unknowingly, he had gritted his teeth.

Damn Li Fu!

Damn Barbara!

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