Counterfeit Hero

Therefore, our troops cannot be invested directly. A considerable part of them must be used by Inhardt..." The fat man stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and bit it fiercely: "The most important thing is that Feiyang has six ninth-generation aircraft. A-based armored division, what about us? The cost of unbalanced combat effectiveness is that we will become the target of key attacks! "

"Hmm... our combat effectiveness is not bad either. Didn't you read the combat effectiveness analysis I gave you?" Bonnie's face was colored pink by the red wine. When she spoke softly, she had a mixture of nobility and coquettishness. A mind-blowing charm.

The fat man stared at Bonnie stupidly for a long time before forcing himself to look away and hesitantly said: "Look...look, it's very good, thank you for your hard work." In fact, in the afternoon, he was discussing human breast milk with Nia. The problem was that the electronic folder had not even been opened. After saying this, he had a rare blush on his face.

"Even if we have no problem, what about the Freedom Front and the Independence Army? By the way, based on your understanding of Reinhardt, what do you think he will do?" The fat man decided to change the subject.

"Can you not talk about this?" Bonnie bit her lip lightly and glanced at the fat man. She really didn't understand why this damn fat man kept talking about these things and that person at this time. Didn't he understand? , is this... actually a date? pig!

"Then what are you talking about?" The fat man had a silly expression on his face and scratched the back of his head honestly.

Seeing his appearance like this, Bonnie remembered how she used to look like when she was in the Mythical Legion. Every time this guy saw her, he was shy, glanced at her to express his admiration, his face was red, he was in a daze, and he was intoxicated. However, it was all just an act! Bonnie knows very well who this guy is. Apart from other abilities, he is the best in the world at pretending to be crazy and acting stupid: "Fat man. Stop doing this with me!"

Seeing the knife waving by Bonnie, the fat man turned pale: "No, I have something to say. Although the meat on my body looks white and tender, it's not cooked yet."

"Bah!" Bonnie rolled her eyes at the fat man, holding back her laughter and spat: "Who wants to eat your flesh? It stinks!" She hadn't experienced such a relaxed mood for a long time, and the man in front of her was trembling and pale. Damn fat man, he always has the ability to make people laugh or cry, as if someone really wants to cut him off.

"That's good!" Fatty's lips were still trembling: "Let's discuss it. Can you... not use the knife?"

"How can you eat steak without a knife?" Bonnie wanted to kick this coward and said angrily: "You feed me?" As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere immediately became ambiguous in the fat man's eyes.

The fat man lowered his head coyly.

Bonnie went crazy for a while: "Come on, this is a restaurant..." She suddenly froze, recalling the words that came out of her mouth naturally, which made her a little flustered for a moment: What if it wasn't in the restaurant...

"Damn fat guy..." Bonnie lowered her head and competed with the steak. The knife and fork kept cutting... cutting... always wanting to see him, always wanting to hear his nonsense. I always feel safe and warm in him. Is it love? Her heart was pounding, and a blush flew onto Bonnie's cheeks. There was an inexplicable feeling that was both sour and sweet in her heart.

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"The six most elite Feijan armored divisions of the Southeast Expeditionary Force have landed in Mozic." Bernadotte put the electronic folder in his hand on Russell's desk, and there was a kind of excitement in his voice that could not be concealed. .

"Oh?" Russell, who had been immersed in looking at the map, raised his head and rubbed his temples, trying to drive away a trace of fatigue: "It seems. Fisichella's strategic thinking is very clear. He wants to put the battlefield in Mozic ”

"Haha." Bernadotte smiled and sighed: "As expected, a superpower is a superpower. In one month, it has changed the situation in the entire airspace. During this period, the defense pressure of the Newton Galaxy was easily too much!"

"Well." Russell stood up, poured a cup of coffee for Bernadotte himself, and said: "In another month, Miloc Space Shipyard will be able to replenish us with a [Titan]-class aircraft carrier. Plus With the four [:-class battleships expected to be completed at the same time, we will be able to put together a new mixed fleet. Life will be better than now."

"But..." Passing the coffee in his hand to Bernadotte, Russell said with some worry: "We cannot take it lightly. Mozic's strategic location directly threatens Desik's Buick Blue forward base and their local communication. To the jumping point of the Little Pyrenees galaxy, we must be prepared for their sudden attack."

"Don't worry, Fisichella is famous for being tight-lipped. He will definitely give full consideration to this aspect. Six elite armored divisions equipped with ninth-generation mechas, plus four fleets competing for air supremacy. Although Stephen's people However, he can't handle the overwhelming defeat!" Bernadotte was obviously very optimistic. He drank coffee and said with a smile: "As long as the defeat is 10%, how much time can Desik have to play tricks?"

"Oh, right." Bernadotte seemed to have remembered something, put down his coffee and said: "Speaking of Gacharin, the components of the Albert cipher machine and relay you requested to be delivered have been shipped in batches through smuggling channels. , after a while, we will be able to contact them directly."

Russell smiled and said: "Thank you very much. Thank you General Mikhailovich for me." He turned his head and stared at the star map, sighing: "Gacharin is my motherland after all, and my nation is here." I can't let go of fighting there. I hope that one day, an equal and inspiring country will be born in this galaxy."

Bernadotte stood up, walked to Russell, and stared at the Little Pyrenees galaxy on the interstellar map with him, and said in a deep voice: "This war has swept the entire human society, and we are all in it. . To be honest, I admire your courage and wisdom. Everything you have done these days, the Supreme Command, and the President are grateful. If it were not for your command, it would be difficult for Leray to persist. Now."

Seeing that Russell was about to speak, he waved his hand and continued: "What I said is from the bottom of my heart. You don't have to be humble. Helping you and helping the freedom front is the original agreement and it is also in line with Leray's national interests. Leray need

Friendly and peaceful neighbors. This airspace also needs a peaceful one▋

Russell was silent. He and Bernadotte were once enemies of two camps. He once got to know this man very carefully, but he didn't really understand him until he got to Leray.

Bernadotte is not a famous military strategist, nor is he a commander with incomparable talent, but he is the pinnacle of the war department. This title has nothing to do with his ability, it is his spirit! .

His style, like his person, is tough and unyielding. Whether it was the Milok Resistance Battle or the invasion of Desik and Jiepen, he was so optimistic and never gave up.

He does not have mythical commanding skills, nor does he have passionate slogans. He just drinks coffee to refresh himself, reviews every combat plan in detail, and spends countless hours in the conference room of the Operations Department again and again. Sleepless nights, just silently doing his work.

He is not on the front line, but he is risking his life in another way!

Need anything else? For those around him, that's enough! He infects everyone around him with his calmness and tenacious charisma. Therefore, he is the talisman in the minds of all military staff. As long as you see his ordinary smiling face, all difficulties are no longer difficulties, and all hardships can be overcome with gritted teeth!

Russell listened carefully to the voice of this respectable general: "Leray is a peaceful country and we are interested in it. In science and technology, in aerospace, and in discovering the wider world, human beings have come to this world with this spirit. Today, almost every Lelei person instinctively hates war!"

Bernadotte smiled slightly at Russell and said, "Perhaps, you have experienced this trait deeply in your students."

Thinking of what Tian Xingjian had said when he refused to become his student, Russell smiled bitterly. That fat man was simply incompatible with war.

"Of course, that kid is not peace-loving, he is afraid of death." Bernadotte wanted to laugh when he said it: "I never thought that such a guy would bring us so many surprises. Watch him step by step To become Leray's hero, even now, thinking about it, it still feels like a dream."

He smiled and patted Russell's arm: "I understand what you are worried about, but you should believe that with him on the freedom front, you won't suffer much loss. Besides, any regime wants to grow. It’s impossible without paying some price.”

Russell smiled slightly, and neither of them spoke anymore. They both understood some things.

Gacharin and Russell cannot go back. For that country, he will bear the charge of a traitor, even if a democratic regime is established in the future. The Weibo people living in that land will never forgive him. The more democratic it is, the more people will attack it.

It sounds ridiculous, but this is a harsh reality. Russell gave his all for his nation. If he were to return to that land, he would become a dictator whose rule was based on inferior ethnic groups.

"I believe in him." Russell said leisurely: "He was taught by me. Thousands of battle cases are analyzed in his mind. I have never used my thinking to influence him, because I know. He has a deep understanding of war. , there is another understanding. His understanding is even deeper than mine."

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Douglas, accompanied by Gordon and Heiligdi, walked into the headquarters of the Independence Army.

Everyone was in awe of this major general with a straight uniform and a calm appearance, who entered the battle of Mozic with six armored divisions armed with ninth-generation mechas and two powerful fleets with wind and thunder.

The busy combat department hall came to a standstill at this moment. For Gacharin soldiers, a force more powerful than themselves is worthy of respect. In the solemn salutes one after another, Douglas returned the salutes with a very strict military style. He was always very strict with himself.

Entering the conference room of the Operations Department, military officers from the newly formed 19th Division, the Freedom Front and the Independence Army divisions were already waiting. A warm smile appeared on Douglas's stern face, and they shook hands and said hello. This different approach makes people feel like spring breeze.

Among the crowd, Douglas spotted Tian Xingjian at a glance.

For this so-called Leray hero, I only glanced at the promotional materials a few times, but the impact on him was not profound. However, on the one hand, Douglas himself was very observant, and Major General Leray was a member of the Filipina League, so he naturally paid careful attention to it.

On the other hand, in a room full of generals, this fat man, who was wearing the uniform of General Leray and always looked a little silly and flattering when he smiled, really didn't look like a soldier, rather he looked like a monkey.

Douglas was a little confused. According to LeRae's propaganda, this fat man was actually a special forces soldier. Not to mention special forces, even if ordinary soldiers had such a figure, in his opinion, it was unimaginable.

Douglas once again lowered his estimate of the actual combat effectiveness of the LeLei people. He smiled and shook hands with the fat man, and the greeting time was deliberately longer than the others. He did not mention anything about the fact that the fat man, as the theater commander, was supposed to be present when he greeted him last night.

Douglas thought that no matter what, the fat man had to apologize, say some kind words, and give him a reason why he couldn't be there, but unexpectedly, the fat man just smiled and shook his hand again and again, his face cramped with laughter, and he didn't The meaning of speaking.

The fat man was thinking: "Why does this guy like to shake hands so much? My hands are plump and delicate. Doesn't it feel special when I hold them? ***, just hold them as much as you can."

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