Counterfeit Hero

Accompanied by the assistant officer, the fat man walked alone through the long special passage and walked into the port hall. From the pier to the hall, there were Feiyang soldiers on guard along the way.

The soldiers held their guns and stood erect, not squinting. The officers stood together in groups of three or two, patrolling back and forth, or relaying orders quickly using multi-functional communication headsets.

When the fat man passed by everyone, except for the two soldiers at the entrance of the passage who raised their hands in salute, everyone else in the distance just stood quietly, with stern faces and indifferent eyes.

As one of Feiyang's countless soldiers, these guards need to undergo intense training and perform dangerous tasks every day. The only way to cope with this life is not to pay too much attention.

To them, there is no difference between a fat man and a pig passing by. Most people looked straight ahead, not even glancing at the fat man's face. In Feiyang, where there are so many generals, who would be interested in a fat lieutenant general?

Soldiers of this size are usually civilian officers. If he is sent to the front line, he may not survive more than twenty-four hours. The fat man passed through the passage and walked into the port hall.

The port hall is magnificent, with a length of more than two kilometers and a width of more than 600 meters. It has one hundred terminals and fifty shuttle platforms. The sunlight penetrates through the beamless ceiling that spans 600 meters, casting a warm and dreamy color on this empty hall.

On the fifty-meter-high upper floor, dozens of transparent pipe-like corridors crisscross. Fountain-like advertising light curtains were suspended in mid-air. Stewardesses in aviation uniforms, recruitment promoters in military uniforms, and celebrities advertising products, all of them are smiling in the virtual images.

The fat man walked to the special passage and lit a cigarette at the exit. When the smoke was halfway burning, a burst of rapid footsteps of a mecha came from the passage.

Twenty-one black devil mechas flew along the spacious corridor under the shocked gaze of Feiyang guardsmen, who took three steps and one sentry, five steps. The first one was [Logic] driven by An Lei. Behind him was a standard escort formation, consisting of twenty mecha warriors including Hargrove).

The mecha's ferocious devilish appearance, light steps and swallow-flying body make it difficult to believe that this is a mecha weighing more than forty tons and not twenty-one ghosts that suddenly appeared.

Even with iron-clad discipline, an invisible commotion still rippled among the guards. Although the soldiers did not speak, let alone scream, they even retained their composure and did not change their posture at all. However, their eyes revealed everything.

Several officers who were whispering something quickly turned around and stared in horror at the mecha passing by. An officer's gaze crossed the mecha and landed on the fat man's face. He seemed to have remembered something, and opened his mouth wide enough to fit a big duck egg in!

They can ignore a fat man who cannot be found in a crowd among hundreds of billions of people in the universe, but how can they ignore these devil mechas that they have seen countless times on TV?

The scene of the bandit army massacring the Judge was still playing over and over in their minds, and in front of them, these almost legendary twelfth-generation Fei Alliance machines? The mecha warriors and the mecha warriors driving them had already appeared alive less than ten meters away from them, flying past like a gust of wind.

Just like opening my sleepy eyes on a sunny morning, I saw twenty-one gods of war driving golden chariots, holding eye-catching golden tridents, driving Pegasus horses galloping in the sky with hooves stepping on flames. Wrapped in fiery red clouds that filled the sky, he passed by him. Its grandeur can no longer be expressed in terms of shock!

The fat man took a long puff of the cigarette, and the cigarette butt suddenly lit up and quickly shortened a lot. The smooth metal plate next to the trash can reflects the passage above the hall. Red cigarette butts, tomorrow in the mirror. The fat man threw away the cigarette butt and looked up.

In the transparent tubular passage, Margaret's calm figure pushing the wheelchair is clearly visible. Hastings was sitting in a moving wheelchair, looking forward and talking quietly to Gambier.

Beside them, countless eyes were cast down like stage lights, focusing on the twenty-one black devil mechas. Everyone's eyes are so calm and complicated.

The fat man grinned innocently, turned around and walked towards a large shuttle waiting on platform three. A Feiyang officer who came to his senses on the platform looked at the flying mecha with envious eyes while diligently ordering the soldiers to open the cargo bay door.

The fat man walked into the cabin door without looking back. Isolating the eyes of those big shots outside the silver-white streamlined casing of the shuttle. This is not a show of force at all.

This is just an announcement. Bringing a bandit army with him and running twenty-one gangs is enough to stir up the trend in this country. You will understand what to do if there is no evidence!

Only those who have experienced four years of the Patriotic War and fought all the way will know what kind of lunatics are left in the current Leray Federation. No one can mess with the Leray people, let alone General Bernadotte, whom these desperadoes respect most! Eat mine and spit it out for me; take mine and give it back to me. If you messed with me, wash your butt and wait for it! The shuttle landed at Heidfield West Suburban Airport.

The fat man declined the assistant officer's kindness and left the dozens of luxury flying cars waiting on the tarmac, together with the waiting drivers, where they were.

Only thirty escort mechas and one pilot vehicle were allowed to lead the bandit army. Go to the First Army Renovation Hospital of Heidfield, which was occupied by Bernadotte. It is said that if you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for three years. Since the attack on Hanking, Fatty has become particularly careful about security.

That day, he was lying on the bed in Hanking Hospital. He carefully and tangledly weighed the importance of life safety and letting a beauty of Margaret's level rape him. He finally decided that he would be raped. There is always a chance of rape, and if there is no big head, the small head is useless.

After Francis' death, Feillan was in chaos. In such a period of life-and-death struggle, it is inevitable that someone will take risks at critical moments. And there are the most people in this country who want to swallow up the bandit army in one go. Sometimes, all it takes to kill a fat guy is one bullet. Fatty doesn't want to rely on others for his personal safety. The mecha was speeding along the highway in Heidfield. .

This is Fatty's first visit to the capital of Feiyang. The scale of this city exceeded even his imagination.

He rushed from Xijiao Airport to the hospital in the city for nearly two hours at a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour. Along the way, countless private mechas and flying cars were speeding along the road like intertwined ribbons, densely packed in an endless stream.

The space city that reaches straight into the sky is surrounded by towering ancient trees in the jungle, blocking out the sky and the sun. The industrial area on the outskirts of the city is endless as far as the eye can see. Heavy freight trucks and trains, loaded with industrial raw materials and goods, gather here and disperse in all directions. This is Feiyang's heart, and its beating is still strong today.

Under the strong armor defense of the giant Feiyang Republic, the war engulfing mankind was far from causing fear and anxiety in this city.

The people living here have enough reasons to maintain their indifference and arrogance. Until the door of Feiyang's country was blasted open, until the day this behemoth collapsed! "An Lei, do you think the old man is in danger?" Fatty looked at the city outside the mecha cabin with wide eyes and asked worriedly. "No!" An Lei's voice was gentle but firm.

She didn't say why, and Fatty didn't ask. Childhood sweethearts are in tune with each other, and all they need is a little unreasonable support and confidence.

The mecha team arrived at the First Army Hospital under the surprised gaze of countless people. With the ID of the accompanying assistant officer, the journey was smooth. When I first saw Bernadotte lying in the intensive care unit, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

The bandit soldiers couldn't bear to look away. An Lei covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

The fat man slowly walked towards the glass window of the intensive care unit and leaned his face against the cold glass. It felt like my heart hurt as if it had been soaked in sulfuric acid. It hurts to the bone! The man lying inside was named Bernadotte, General of the Leray Federation. He Zengluo led the Lelei Federal Army and fought in Milok one after another, resisting to the death.

He once stood in the frontline command post where the earth was falling, holding up a telescope to observe the enemy who was already close at hand. He once stood quietly beside President Hamilton and supported the decision to declare war on Western York with the strongest support.

He once awarded himself a medal with a toothache on his face, and then couldn't wait to send himself to the front line, where he would bang the table and quarrel with Boswell, just because he was afraid that he, the fake hero he had picked up, would be exposed.

He is not a famous general, he has shortcomings that many people have. However, he is the spiritual support of all Lelei people. Together with Hamilton, Mihajlovic, Brown, Snyder and all LeRay elites, he leads LeRae on the road to self-salvation.

Hamilton died, Brown died, Snyder died, and Mikhailovich endured the humiliation in his first release. And now, even Bernadotte, _""

The fat man gritted his teeth and couldn't stop tears from pouring out of his eyes.

Where is the person lying in the ward, the fat man who always looks at him with loving eyes, smiles, pats himself on the shoulder, and tells himself that he is proud of himself? Lying there was a monster whose body was charred black, covered with bloody wounds and blisters!

His body was covered with various tubes, and he was surrounded by various instruments. He was groaning and twisting hard, and his completely deformed face showed unbearable pain. The fat man was like a little beast looking at his injured parents, pressing his face tightly against the glass, "tears pouring down."

As if he felt something, Bernadotte, who was lying on the bed, turned his head slowly and hard, looking at the glass window of the intensive care unit through his eyes that were swollen to the point where there was only a slit left.

His painful movements made everyone's hearts tremble.

This dark human figure looked at the fat man quietly, suddenly stopped moaning and twisting in pain, and seemed to be identifying it carefully. After a long time, a smile appeared on the deformed face.

Although his face was so swollen and tattered that it was impossible to distinguish his expression, everyone outside the window knew that he was smiling! He is laughing! He's smiling at the fat man! The fat man howled loudly and loudly!

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