Counterfeit Hero

The fat man's mind went blank at this moment.

Hastings sat in front of him. His face was as pale as paper, but there was a sickly blush on his cheeks. He stared at himself, his eyes bloodshot. The wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes were getting deeper and deeper due to the weight loss caused by the serious illness. His whole body looked like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

His arm was already sore from being scratched.

Only then did he seem to remember that although the old man in front of him was terminally ill, he had also been an army soldier many years ago. He served as a squad leader and a platoon leader. He personally led his men to fight the enemy on the battlefield, cut the enemy's throat with his own hands, and kicked the enemy's ribs.

Although he was old, his legs were disabled in the war, and the backs and arms of his hands looked bony. However, his palms are still broad and powerful.

This is a pair of hands that only veterans have

"Your illness..." The fat man stared at Hastings in disbelief, "Old man, what are you kidding me at this time?".

"Originally I wanted to hold on for a while, but I am still old and unable to do what I want." Hastings smiled faintly and let go of the fat man's hand. He stared at the West York battleship on the main screen of Skynet, his withered chest rose and fell sharply twice, and after steadying his breath, he said in a hoarse and low voice: "I didn't expect to live until the end of this war, so, If I can’t hold on, I don’t want to hold on anymore.”

He turned to look at the fat man, half-smiling but not smiling: "You carry the rest."

"What the hell." The fat man gritted his teeth and glared: "I said that if you want to give up, you must at least maim Sobol. What's left is to kill the drowned dog and then be high-spirited, ride a white horse with red flowers and accept cheers. This is such an arduous task. Be a Maggot for me. Can Lite’s dowry be okay?”

In the battleship command hall, the staff began their busy work again. The Fei League generals stood not far away, talking in small groups in low voices. From time to time, everyone would glance at the old man and the young man at the command table. No one knew what Hastings and the Fat Man were talking about. In their eyes, the two of them were just chatting. Like a pair of grandfather and grandson who have not seen each other for a long time, whispering some insignificant gossip.

"Originally, that's what I thought," Hastings said expressionlessly: "Kill Sober, kill William III, kill Li Fu, then annex Western York, then annex the countries of the Fiji League, and change the democratic republic to an imperial system. , you become the emperor, Margaret becomes the queen, and unify the entire universe..."

"Stop it!" The fat man was furious.

"It's a pity, my body can't bear it." The old man ignored the fat man and sighed with regret, and said leisurely.

"Damn it, you are deliberately irritating people..." The fat man's eyes were red.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and sighed at the same time.

"Fat man, thank you." Hastings said sincerely.

"Thank you for cleaning up your mess?" The fat man frowned and clasped his fingernails hard.

"If it weren't for you, maybe I would be in the hospital in Heidfield right now, lying on the bed, waiting for the arrival of death," Hastings said, a trace of pain flashed across his face, and the veins in his hands holding the armrests were exposed. However, all this just passed in a flash. After a while, he returned to normal, and no one else could tell. "For me, being at the mercy of others in the hospital bed and relying on instruments to survive is more uncomfortable than death. "

He looked at the fat man with a smile in his eyes: "I am the military god Hastings. How could I die in such a vulgar way?"

"You mean, the biggest benefit of my presence to you is that you don't have to sit in the hospital bed and listen to others' orders?" The fat man sighed and sat down next to him, "If I were you, I wouldn't be able to see anyone I met. Come from the southeast"

"Why?" Hastings asked.

"Lying on the hospital bed, not worrying about anything, there was a beautiful nurse who wiped my back and bathed me, took off my pants and peeked at my butt, and then stabbed me with a needle..." The fat man said leisurely and fascinated: "Let's fight again. It's better to rub your butt and eat tofu in the name of the God of War than to lead a group of men to fight."

Hastings stared at the fat man and felt a tightness in his chest.

It would be more vulgar for him to choose such a successor than to die lying in a hospital bed. The reputation of a military god, in the hands of this fat man, is just to use his power to touch the butt of a female nurse?

When he thought of the ugly faces of the next generation of military gods after his death, and when he thought of his own title of military god, Hastings turned pale.

"You asked the fleet to stop here just to wait for me?" The fat man saw that Hastings's expression changed and he quickly changed the subject. .

It took a lot of effort for Hastings to resist the urge to slap the fat face in front of him, and nodded gloomily.

"Old man, you don't have to give up more than twenty strategic points while you wait for me?" The fat man shouted when he saw Hastings nodding.

Before he could finish his words, in the hall, the nervous shout of a combat staff officer completely covered his voice.

"Forward of the West York Fleet, distance, 450,000 kilometers"

Four hundred and fifty thousand kilometers

The atmosphere in the entire command hall suddenly became tense.

So far, the Fei Alliance fleet has not moved at all on its original defense line. The first chain of defense fleet at the front of the fleet is about 200,000 kilometers away from the main formation. This means that the enemy will actually attack the first chain of defense within half an hour. And if the Fei Alliance fleet is now dispatched at full speed to seize several strategic points located 300,000 kilometers away, then within a quarter of an hour, a battle will break out

The generals who were whispering and the busy staff officers all turned their attention to the big screen of Skynet. Macchia, Fujii Tsuyoshi and others quickly took a few steps forward and squeezed to the railings of the command platform to nervously watch the movements of the West York fleet.

Everyone understands that after allowing Western Europe to break through the center line and losing 21 strategic points 400,000 kilometers away, the Allied forces can only rely on the remaining 14 strategic points in the Double-Pointed Star Corridor. Among these strategic points, except for the six where the coalition forces are currently located in the battle situation, the remaining eight are distributed within an area of ​​20 to 35 kilometers in the three theaters of left, center and right. If these strategic points are lost again, this war will not be fought.

It's so dangerous and so dangerous that all the key positions are lost.

Judging from the Skynet screen, the Western York forward fleet is advancing together in the shape of a trident. Behind them, 150,000 kilometers away, was Sobol's main formation, which was steadily pressing forward.

In the right-wing theater, a huge fleet composed of at least twenty *-class fleets has broken through the asteroid belt in front of the Lane fleet, and is moving further along the edge of the asteroid belt, approaching diagonally towards the Lane Republic fleet.

The Spanish fleet in the center is faster than the right wing.

This is a Z-shaped fleet composed of forty fleets. In the center, there is a mixed fleet composed of twenty *-class fleets. The disorganized battleships are concentrated in the center, and in front are thirty mixed destroyer formations composed of cruisers and destroyers. There are ten *-level fleets on each wing following closely behind. The speed and distance of the three fleets were maintained extremely well, forming an almost perfect two-ended assault formation.

The officers and soldiers of the Fiji League can fully imagine that when the fleet approaches within 20,000 kilometers, the advance patrol formation disperses and charges at high speed. The huge main array composed of twenty fleet battleships in the center fires with all its strength, and the rear releases After the overwhelming number of fighter planes came in, ten *-class fleets on the left and right followed closely to launch an assault. What a terrifying impact it would have on the fleet in the central theater of the Fei Alliance.

The enemies in the right wing theater and central theater have given everyone enough oppression.

However, when everyone saw the Xio fleet in the left-wing battle zone approaching the outermost satellite of the dark brown planet code-named [Volcano] in front of the bandits, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

Sobol actually deployed sixty *-class fleets in the left-wing theater.

This is the sum of what he put into the fleet in the center and on the right wing

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the troop distribution data of the West York fleet that had completely appeared on the Skynet radar. They couldn't believe their eyes. After a while, almost everyone turned their attention to the bandit generals.

Especially the fat man sitting next to Hastings is the center of attention.

"how so?"

"God, sixty *-class fleets are clearly going to crush the left wing."

"If the left wing collapses, the entire defense line will collapse. Didn't you notice? The planet [Volcano] on the left wing is condescending, which is the key position of our first defense chain. Once it is broken through, Xiyo can connect to the short-distance jump channel on the back of the [Volcano] star. Jump directly to the back of our command group. By that time, we will be attacked from both sides and the whole army will be annihilated, which will happen in an instant."

"It seems that Sobol was angered by the bandit army and these guys just now were too arrogant."

"That's not all. Look at the position of Sobor's main formation...have you seen it? The twenty fleets behind the left wing, as well as the twenty fleets to the left of the central cluster, are all Sobol's preparations to surrender. "Left Wing Reserve"

"The bandits are in dire straits now. Sobol is going to kill them."

For a moment, there was a commotion in the command room. Standing by the railings of the command podium, Fujii Tsuyoshi, Barras and other allied generals had pale faces.

Although many of them had just attacked the bandit army in the pre-war conference room before this, the bandit army responded with a beautiful ambush. It was very unpleasant. However, this does not mean that they still have the intention to gloat about the bandit army's misfortune when facing their common enemy, Xiyue. Because, they understand better than anyone else that once the left wing is defeated, not only the bandits will be unlucky, but the entire defense line will collapse.

"Can the bandit army withstand it? The distance is only more than 400,000 kilometers. How long will Marshal Hastings have to wait? What choice will he make?"

All kinds of questions are rolling in everyone's mind.

There was already chaos in the command hall, but on the command platform, Hastings and Fatty seemed to turn a blind eye to what was happening in front of them and were still talking. .

Hearing the fat man's almost scream, Hastings gave the fat man a cold side glance and said, "What happened to the twenty-one strategic points? If you value strategic points more than your command, then this one There is no need to fight, and it will be easier for me to go back to Heidfield and wait to die."

The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched, with a resentful look on his face.

"If you want to win, you must have the strongest belief in winning. Your obsession with pursuing victory must be 10,000 times stronger than anyone else," Hastings said with an indifferent expression: "No matter who the opponent is, No matter how famous you are, it's just a person. If you are a person, you can defeat him if he dares to stand in front of you, and you dare to slash him with a knife. If you don't have the domineering power to kill gods and Buddhas, you don't have confidence in yourself. Wan Xiongbing is just your burial object."

Every word Hastings fell to the ground heavily, there was a faint sound of metal collision.

The angry expression on the fat man's face disappeared. He looked solemnly at the old man in front of him who was extremely sick and as thin as a piece of wood, but could not express his anger and arrogance with just one word.

The noise in the command hall became louder and louder, and everyone was restless.

"Remember the first lesson I taught you, natural dangers are not enough."

Hastings slowly sat up straight, squinting his eyes as he looked at the Western York forward fleet that was approaching the 400,000-kilometer line on the Skynet screen. He pointed with his finger on the virtual screen of the tactical computer at the command seat: "On your own "

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