Counterfeit Hero

The virtual light curtain in the center of the war room is like a miniature universe. Sober's sculptural and slender figure stood quietly among them. Blazing stars, planets of different colors, misty nebulae and white quicksand-like asteroid belts were floating quietly on his chest, shoulders, waist and abdomen.

In front of his eagle-like eyes, the Western York reconnaissance fleet was retreating steadily under the siege of the bandits.

The three-dimensional image completely simulated by Skynet is no different from reality. The number, size, appearance details of the battleships, the movement route of the fleet, the fire of the explosion, and even the countless debris flying into the vast void were all captured by the far-sighted device and radar, and were completely presented on the virtual screen.

Sobol slowly walked around the battlefield of fierce fighting in the light curtain. Battleships as big as a thumb and battleships as big as flying ants flew back and forth in front of his eyes, strangulating fiercely. The criss-crossing energy cannons and the bursts of explosive light reflected on his face, flickering brightly and dimly.

In the war room, sixty or seventy serious-looking senior generals from West York were sitting around the circular conference table, their eyes following Sobol's footsteps.

Moore stood aside quietly.

Among the neatly shining generals, the rank of colonel on the shoulders of this round-faced staff officer looked extremely eye-catching. This is his new shoulder insignia after he was promoted. If we go back for a short period of time, he is just a major who can barely even enter the headquarters base camp.

White electronic shadowless lights illuminate the war room brightly. In the light curtain, the warships roaming and firing were making their final killing blow.

The atmosphere in the war room became more solemn and more solemn as the number of Western reconnaissance ships and frigate warships in the left wing theater became smaller and smaller.

The generals stared at the light curtain intently. Moore seemed a little distracted. From time to time, his eyes would leave the light curtain and cast their gaze towards the porthole in the corner of the war room.

There, a little girl wearing red leather boots sat quietly. She raised her head slightly and half-closed her eyes. Thousands of rays of light from the stars filtered in through the portholes and shone on her fair and beautiful face. The long eyelashes trembled slightly in the sunlight, and the thin auricles were slightly red as if they were transparent.

She is so peaceful, so beautiful and lovely. She sat quietly, like an intoxicating picture, incompatible with the somber war room.

On the light screen, the last Western destroyer exploded under the siege of bandit fighter planes. Thousands of debris scattered. One of them flew into Sobol's pupils like a burning meteor. When it turned into a strange bright spot in Sober's deep eyes and disappeared, the battle was over.

The suspended planet disappears. Nebulae, asteroid belts and the dark curtain of the universe also dispersed.

In the center of the bright war room, Sobol stood alone.

"Precise cooperation." Sobol's cold face showed no expression. He turned around in a circle, turning a blind eye to the dozens of generals in front of him, but turned his attention to Moore, who had the lowest rank in the military. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Colonel Moore, you guessed it right."

Moore was silent and stood solemnly. It seemed that Sobol was not praising himself.

The already almost solid atmosphere in the war room became even deeper. Hearing Sobol's praise of Moore, the Xillo generals had different expressions. They either looked at Moore with eyes, nose or nose, or looked at Moore with complicated eyes, or turned their heads in disdain with a silent sneer.

They didn't know where Sobol found a major who was not from a superior race.

In terms of temperament, this round-faced staff officer was like a toad compared to the swans compared to the young generals with noble births and talents in the Western-York Allied Forces. But unfortunately, this guy stole the show on his way to the southeast.

Now, he has become the most common person around Sobol. The degree of favor and trust even exceeds that of the familiar Major General Alessandro.

This made the generals from well-known families in the Western York member states very uncomfortable. It feels like a dirty and smelly hyena mixed in among a group of noble lions.

Perhaps, hyenas are the ones who understand the nature of hyenas best. It is said that after Colonel Moore accurately predicted the defeat of Admiral Banning, he attended the operational guidance seminar for the forward reconnaissance fleet by the three operations groups of the base camp staff. , and he foresaw a possible ambush by the left-wing bandits.

"General Brazier."

In the silence, Sobol stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at a lieutenant general with a round face that was very similar to Moore, but the color had long gone, and asked: "Where is the Third Operation Group of the General Staff?" When submitting the analysis report, did it indicate that the bandits might use their stealth technology to set up an ambush on the left flank?"

"Yes, General. I pointed it out," Lieutenant General Brazier nodded cautiously, and then quickly said: "But that was brought up by Colonel Moore during the tactical discussion, and it was not supported by all the team members. Agreed, but no final written report was formed. Although Colonel Moore insisted repeatedly, the third combat team still removed this inference when submitting the formal analysis report..."

The lieutenant general with a pale face further explained: "...Team leader Lieutenant General Carson said that Colonel Moore was an alarmist. He believed that before this, our army had been forcing the bandit fleet to retreat into the Double Star Corridor. And before our army stopped advancing, the bandit army had been retreating."

As Brazier spoke, he hurriedly drew a circle to mark the confrontation airspace between the two fleets on the star map, and continued: "At that time, the Fiji Alliance forces had not yet arrived. Therefore, Lieutenant General Carson believed that the bandits could not predict that we would If a confrontation is formed here, it is even more impossible to set up an ambush fleet under the advance of our army. From then on, every move of the bandit fleet will be under the surveillance of our fleet, so..."

"General Brazil, you have made three mistakes."

Sober coldly interrupted Brazier's explanation: "First, you are the officer at the base camp responsible for formulating and providing battlefield reconnaissance support plans to the frontline fleet. Vice Admiral Carson's opinion and Colonel Moore's Judgments are only for reference, and the decision of whether to adopt or not is in your hands."

"Second," Sobol's eyes became colder: "After General Banning defeated Metis, I have raised the threat level of the bandits to the highest level. Yin Jian is not far away, how dare you let the left-wing reconnaissance fleet go Execute the battle plan of approaching the opponent 500,000 kilometers away to shield the battlefield?"

"Third, if you are wrong, you are wrong. You should not shirk your responsibility." Sober said coldly, "You are not only arrogant, but also stupid."

In the war room, the generals were silent.

Looking at Brazier who walked out of the automatic door with a pale face, everyone knew that the lieutenant general in charge of battlefield reconnaissance and shielding operations was finished.

Sobol rarely dealt with his subordinates, and he never showed his authority in this way. However, once you make a mistake, you will feel his cruelty.

Moreover, the decision he made cannot be changed even by William III.

After Brazile's figure disappeared, Sobol said to Alejandro beside him: "Send the order to remove Lieutenant General Carson from all posts and wait for disposal. The leader of the third combat group of the staff is Colonel Moore. Serve."

His eyes coldly swept across the surrounding generals of the Western-Japanese coalition forces: "The appointment takes effect immediately."

Everyone is in awe

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When Moore followed Sober into the spacious and simple office, he saw the little girl walking in front curled up on the sofa again, looking at the stars outside the window without saying a word. The golden light seemed to have an infinite attraction for her, and she couldn't get tired of looking at it quietly all day long.

But soon, the star's light was blocked by a moving fleet.

The light in the office dimmed.

Moore knew that it was the mobilization of the major fleets in Western York that had just concluded their pre-war meeting. From now on, the direction of the blazing star will be blocked by countless battleships and fighter planes. Perhaps for a long time in the future, all the little girl can see is endless gunfire and death.

This is too cruel for a little girl

Who is she to General Sobol, and why does the general take her with him in such a war? Moore felt his head hurt. His curiosity about this quiet little girl far outweighed his fear and joy of just being appointed leader of the third combat team.

It took a lot of effort to stop Moore from looking at the little girl who made him curious.

At the just-concluded combat meeting, His Excellency Admiral Sober had announced that the fleet was on the verge of war. The battle can begin at any moment. But at this time, he was called into the office by the general. It was obvious that he was not here to explore the origin of a little girl or drink a cup of coffee.

"What do you think of the bandit army's combat effectiveness?" Sobol sat down behind his desk.

Moore stood at attention solemnly, and was about to answer, but found that Sobol waved his hand to him, turned his eyes to the sofa, and stared at the little girl?

"He's here."

The little girl's voice was as clear as an oriole, but it made Moore a little confused. This was the first time he heard this girl wearing a pair of beautiful little red leather boots speak. He didn't know who she was talking about, but he knew that she was answering Sobol's question about the bandits.

This is unbelievable

In shock, Moore saw the little girl turn around.

She did not look at Sobol, but looked at herself with a pair of clear eyes with curiosity, "Otherwise, how could their route and coordination be so accurate?"

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