Counterfeit Hero

There was silence in the conference room.

The officers and generals stared at Hastings in silence, their eyes full of disbelief.

Hastings said slowly: "Perhaps in your opinion, the most critical task now is to defend the [Trifland] galaxy and [Aqsa] Fortress. But in my opinion, our most important task now is It is to defeat Sobor. And he is not in the [Pale] galaxy, but in the southeast!"

"Your Excellency, Marshal!" Lieutenant General Lane said with emotion and took a step forward: "If we continue to go south now, then once the Tryflan system is breached, not only Feiyang, but also the iron triangle defense line of Chakna and Lane will be disintegrated. It is also a disaster for the entire Fiji League. If we lose to Xiyo strategically, even if we defeat Sober personally on the tactical level, what is the use?!"

Lieutenant General Lane's words caused a commotion in the conference room, and senior military officers echoed. It seems to everyone that there is no need to use your brain to judge which one is more important in LeRay or Lane space.

When the noise gradually subsided, Hastings shook his head calmly and said: "War is war, and the outcome of war has nothing to do with the level of strategy and tactics. Strategy is the overall situation, and campaign tactics are local. On the surface, strategy Determining the direction of war and allocating resources, tactics serve to achieve strategic goals. But in fact, in war, strategy often changes from one battle to the next."

The electronic lights on the dome of the conference room were bright and white, shining on the old man's pale face, making him look even more old and haggard. However, when he talked about military affairs, every Fei League officer listened attentively.

Except for a few high-ranking Feiyang generals, how many people in this world have the opportunity to listen to Hastings's teachings? !

"There is always only one goal in war, and that is to win with violence. Therefore, when we find that a local battle is enough to change our strategic disadvantage, what we need to do is to do our best to defeat the opponent at the tactical level, not Limit yourself to rigid strategic directions.”

"Sobor's raid on the Lane Republic seems to have the upper hand at the strategic level. However, this is just a military strategy. Compared with the real national strategy, this is insignificant!"

Hastings looked around: "As soldiers of the Fiji Alliance, you must have had many feelings in the past two years since the war began. Thinking about it now, do you really think that our country and our soldiers have made the most difficult preparations to face the war?" This war?”

The officers of the Fei Alliance looked at each other and fell silent for a while.

Everyone knows that although the war has been going on for two years, many politicians, people and even soldiers still have illusions and do not yet understand that this war will never be as distant and insignificant as the regional armed conflicts during the period when the Fiji League suppressed Western York. .

If you want to win, everyone involved must be prepared to pay the full price and even die with the enemy!

"Our combat readiness disadvantage is not at the military strategic level, but at the national strategic level."

Hastings's profound gaze seemed to have traveled through time and space.

"I am Hastings. I can dissolve the upper house of the Alliance Parliament, I can forcibly knead the allies and allied forces together, I can temporarily cheer up the boss's stale alliance, and I can make these democracies prioritize military needs. You can even issue orders, implement military control, and suppress public opinion, but..."

The old man's voice echoed in the conference room, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart: "Can I live forever and single-handedly change our national strategic disadvantage?"

The hearts of the Allied officers were extremely heavy. Everyone understands that once the old man in front of them leaves, perhaps the entire Fei League will become a ball of scattered sand.

"When the Patriotic War of the Leray Federation broke out, they had no chance of winning at the military strategic level. Neither their military strength nor the national economy was enough to support them in going to war with the four or five major members of the Western Treaty. According to you logic, they would have failed or surrendered long ago.”

The old man said and smiled slightly: "But they didn't. Until now, this country is still standing tenaciously. It has even become more important and stronger than before!"

"There are two reasons why they can persist until now. One is that their President Hamilton and his top elite leaders have been firmly insisting on national strategy. They understand better than anyone else that since they have started a war with Gacharin, There is no retreat for the Lelei Federation!

Freedom and dignity are not obtained by being at both ends of the spectrum, let alone by surrendering. They don't know who will be the final winner, but once the war breaks out, they must stick to one path and stand on the boat of the Filipina League to defend the bet made by this country. "

Hastings spoke slowly, with a calm tone, but every word was as ringing as steel.

"Another reason is that they have a person who can continue to create miracles for this country from a tactical level in large and small battles. Everyone knows who he is. From Milok to Mozic, and from Mars to Resk , Everything he did was a typical use of tactical advantages to promote the strategic situation and change the overall situation locally. Therefore, the nickname originally given to him by Emperor Gacharin's side was the most appropriate - Variable!"

The Allied officers looked at each other, and each noticed the complicated emotions in the other's eyes.

Although many of them were not convinced by the fat man, they even thought that there was a lot of luck involved. But no one can deny that this guy is so dazzling that no one can despise him. And as Hastings said, if he hadn't been struggling, starting from a destroyer and going through battles to the present, the current bandit army and the current Leray Federation would never have been possible.

And this person is the rumored successor appointed by Hastings!

"You may have thought it strange before, why I spared no effort to support the bandit army, why I helped an unknown young man in a small and medium-sized country. And why I started to command this battle after being silent for such a long time," Hastings' sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everyone in an instant: "The answer is actually very simple - because I see the hope of victory in him!"

"During war, democratic countries usually face much more complex problems than democratic countries. And when such problems rise to an alliance, then the difficulty of solving them is hundreds or thousands of times greater. I can use coercive means to treat the symptoms, But it cannot cure the root cause. This is definitely not something that one person can accomplish, not even ten Hastings!"

Hastings' wheelchair automatically moved to the middle of the crowd, and the old man's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"It's like a young eagle that has grown all its feathers and has enough strength. Before it takes that step, no matter how you tell it to flap its wings and use the airflow, it can't fly! If you want to fly, The only way is to make it jump from its lair on the cliff into the abyss!”

“Our alliance is the eaglet in this war.

I watched it fall off the cliff because I never thought it would hit the ground. "

The spacious and bright conference room is so quiet that you can hear the falling leaves.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling portholes, warships are like floating islands, and the dense porthole lights are continuous in the dark space.

"If it really falls to the ground, then it proves that we shouldn't fight at all. We have our mission, and they have their mission. Our mission is to defeat Sobor after the division of troops, and their mission is Live! This is war, don't imagine that there will always be someone standing in front of you."

Finally, Hastings' tired voice was filled with a chilling coldness: "The fleet will set off immediately. Now, it's not time for everyone to huddle together and tremble with tears in their eyes!"

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The officers silently saluted and left, flying back to their fleet in a shuttle.

When they returned to their respective battleships, in the eyes of their subordinates, their faces were uglier and more serious than before they went to the flagship for the meeting.

They seemed to be still chewing something, still confused about something. But the order they issued caused the entire fleet to go into chaos!

"Continue going south?" All the Allied officers and soldiers had exactly the same expression on their faces. They couldn't believe their ears!

"God, Xio has already reached the [Pale] galaxy! Why don't we go south?"

"Yes, do we have to watch the Allied Forces Command being beaten into a honeycomb by the enemy, theirs? This will be very refreshing, right?"

"If the Lane Passage is lost, what's the use of guarding the southeast channel? Don't tell me that we can fight from the southeast to Sidon with our own strength!"

"When we reach Sidon, I'm afraid Feichang, Ryan and Chuckner will all be dead?"

"We will be cursed by all the Feimen! We will definitely!"

"This is the only force the Allies can muster. Even Feiyang can't bring out more fleets now. If we don't go back, won't we just watch them die? What bastard made that decision?"

All kinds of voices kept buzzing in the ears of the Allied commanders. Although they knew that Hastings's decision was irreversible and any complaints now would be of no use, the imminent threat of the Spanish invasion of the Tryflan system still prevented everyone from looking ahead to the future.

Do you really want to see the Fei Meng jump into the abyss like this? !

Is this really the right thing to do?

Can people like myself save the Fei League in the southeast?

The same questions flashed through their minds, and the captains clicked on their computers almost at the same time. Almost following their footsteps, the files came from the flagship command room as soon as they returned to their respective fleets.

Then everyone's eyes froze.

That was a battle report about the Battle of Metis. The Battle of Metis had just ended ten hours ago. As a result, everyone couldn’t believe their eyes!

Countless eyes penetrated the portholes and looked at the whale-like space carrier in the void.

There is an old madman in there!

And in the direction of the fleet, there is a little madman!

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