Counterfeit Hero

In the office, it was quiet.

Hastings flipped the switch of his wheelchair, moved to the window, and quietly looked at Heidfield in early winter.

A clear blue sky with only a few misty clouds. The two fighter planes moved slowly, one behind the other, in the vast expanse of blue sky. Behind the fighter plane are two long white lines that stick together. A rain makes the vision in the distance twice as clear. Space cities towering into the sky, flight roads hovering in the sky and the rolling Feocchi Mountains form a spotless picture.

"Will she be destroyed by the war after you leave?" Francis walked to Hastings silently and stared at the city outside the window. The Feiyang President's temples are already strands of white hair. At this moment, he stood here quietly, more like an elegant scholar.

"That depends on our luck." Hastings smiled slightly and did not look back.

Francis withdrew his gaze and looked at Hastings, his lips twitching. For a long time, he finally couldn't speak, only let out a long sigh.

Hastings' physical examination report has come out. That was a report made by a medical team composed of Feiyang's top medical experts, and there was absolutely no error at all. Reports show that Hastings' physical condition has reached a very bad point. According to experts’ predictions, it has a maximum lifespan of one year!

This is a brutal report. No one likes to know the day of his death. However, Francis had to come in person to tell Hastings the news. They have been partners for many years. They were partners before Francis became president. Therefore, Francis knew that this news could not be concealed under any circumstances. They have too much to do and only one year. . . . .

.Francis couldn’t imagine what Feiyang would become after losing Hastings. Lever, Chamberlain, Fisichella. . . . . Who will be Sober's opponent?

Do you want to watch this country collapse during your tenure?

Francis closed his eyes. He seemed to see an overwhelming number of fighter planes coming from the sky. Groups of mechas rushed into the city. Countless explosions of fire shot into the sky. In the endless gunfire, buildings turned into ruins, and living lives turned into cold corpses in a pool of blood. The blue sky was completely obscured by billowing black smoke, and the entire city was like a blazing hell.

.That is...a scene of doomsday!

"At this time, Douglas, it's time to take action..." Francis poured himself a cup of coffee, changed the subject, and tried to make his tone as relaxed as possible: "What are the headquarters' plans for the southeast war situation?"

"No plans." Hastings smiled and suddenly said something that Francis didn't expect. He flipped the switch and the wheelchair spun around in a circle and headed towards the desk: "Do you know what I will do in this last year?"

Francis couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, and asked subconsciously: "What to do?"

"Are you wondering why I don't care at all about the war situation in the southeastern star field?" Hastings' wheelchair drove across the huge interstellar map.

Francis coughed and said nothing.

Hastings' words spoke to his heart. Indeed, this was his real question.

France knew that Hastings should have known about his condition. During this period of time, Feiyang's military headquarters suddenly became busy, which also showed that Feiyang's military god was already preparing for Feiyang after he left. However, if we take the initiative to attack the Carlston Galaxy, make frequent personnel appointments, and form a series of measures such as the formation of coalition forces in various theaters of the Fei League, Hastings is preparing to point the way for Feiyang's advantage in this last year. If so, then some of his other performances are incomprehensible to many people, including Francis. . . . .

For example, the battle situation in the Southeast Star Region!

As far as Francis knows, neither the Southeastern Coalition led by Fisichella, nor the Mars Front led by Carolina, or even Douglas, who led four A-class fleets deep into the southeast, received any operational guidance from the headquarters. .Hastings seems to have completely forgotten about the Southeast Star Territory. The military’s biggest and most direct intervention in the Southeast war situation was to send Chamberlin to Chakna to form the Eastern Coalition Army!

This is not Feiyang's way of fighting. Especially in this battle of the century, which was related to Feiyang's life and death, Hastings stood by and watched while his time was running out day by day. No matter how you look at it, it was a bit unusual.

"To be honest, I'm not the only one who feels strange..." Francis smiled bitterly.

In fact, some opposition parties are already questioning the government's capabilities because of the current war situation. They did not dare to question Hastings, but they dared to question the government. Even though everyone understood that the war situation was not controlled by the government, such doubts were still overwhelming. This is politics.

“I’ve been sitting in this position for thirty years.

"Hastings' wheelchair stopped in front of the old wooden desk: "People say that I was the one who brought the Feyon Republic to the throne of the first superpower. I have always thought so over the years..."

Francis looked at Hastings's back and was silent. He knows better than anyone how much this old man, who can only sit in a wheelchair, has paid for this country in the past thirty years... Those people are right!

"I have been carefully reviewing every decision I make, not missing any detail." Hastings's voice was a little low: "For thirty years, I have been holding meetings to discuss every military action of Feiyang. Formulate every battle plan... But, I forgot one thing. I forgot, the natural law of survival of the fittest. Sitting in this position, controlling the highest military command, I am like a cage , while isolating external dangers, it also turned the army that was unstoppable and rich in tactical imagination thirty years ago into a rigid and rigid machine."

"Without sacrifice, there is no victory..." Hastings turned around, the smile on his face was indescribably bitter: "This is what I said, but my students and my subordinates have ten thousand This understanding, but no one understands the true meaning of this sentence. This is the mistake I made in thirty years... But the Binart Empire, in thirty years, Created a Sobol and three famous generals under him!".

"So..." Hastings' fingers tapped on the console keyboard embedded on the desktop, and a long list appeared on the huge central computer light screen.

The list was rolling, and Hastings' voice was calm and hard: "I will use this last year to correct my mistakes. These people will not get any guidance or help from me. If anyone really needs it, If I take action, it means that he has been eliminated. Thirty years of survival of the fittest in peacetime, I will use one year in wartime to complete! What they need to defeat is not just the enemy..... And I!"

Francis looked at the list in front of him quietly...

.Leaver, Chamberlin, Douglas, Fisichella, Margaret. . . . . There are hundreds of people on Feiyang's list, including dozens of school-level officers.

Moreover, the list is not only Feiyang's officers and generals, but also well-known generals from other countries. For example, the famous generals Lunan and Leon Uris of Lane, Simon Labinsky, Chen Fengxi, Li Hongwu, and Zhang Pengcheng of the Chakna Republic, Amin Husseini of the Siliyak Federation, and Havin He of the Puditok Federation. ster, Harriet Schutzman of the Tartania Union, and many more.

This is a list that almost includes all the famous generals of the Fiji League and the talented commanders who emerged during the war.

.What Hastings entrusted was not only the Feyon Republic, but the entire Feyen League!

The list of Palin Albaya, Eles Machira, Tom Bruce, and Tian Xingjian rolled to the end and stopped.

Francis suddenly felt a little cold.

“Without sacrifice, there is no victory.”

This year will be so cruel to the people on this list!

....******..******..******..******..******..****** ..******..******…. . .

Douglas leaned his head on the high back of the chair, leaned sideways, and slowly turned the knobs on the console with his fingers.

The optical lens on the top of the battleship's bridge rotated silently as the knob was turned. The vast universe was captured in the lens and appeared on the huge virtual light screen in front of Douglas.

The vast universe is obscured by stars. It was as if someone had sprinkled a handful of shining silver sand on the dark screen. The nebula in the distance appears on the light screen in various colors, gray, white, purple, red...that is not the original color of the nebula. That's just the light of stars reflecting on it, giving humans the visual experience. Sometimes, what you see may not be what you believe.

Douglas's neck was gently hugged by a pair of boneless arms from behind. Next to my ears, the owner of the arm whispered breathlessly: "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the insignificance of human beings." Douglas did not look back. He gently held the jade hand on his chest, tilted his head, put his cheek against the woman's smooth and silky skin, and rubbed it slowly: "The reconnaissance ship is back?"

"Yes!" The woman's beautiful and fair face rested on Douglas's shoulder, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, endearingly: "I just came back. The intelligence collected has been transmitted to the intelligence system and is being analyzed."

"I hope I can bring back some good news." Douglas sighed: "We have stayed here too long."

"Don't you often say that a good hunter must have better patience than a crocodile?" The woman stroked Douglas's handsome face with her hand, feeling the beard that had just sprouted from his strong chin.

"But, Claudia..." Douglas smiled slightly: "It would be stupid if the crocodile starved to death because it was too patient." With a chuckle, the chair was turned around, Gram Claudia's bright face appeared in front of Douglas. Immediately, the captain of the battleship Mermaid of the 19th Group Fleet, who had a pair of faint green eyes, blocked the mouth of her immediate boss with a passionate kiss.

After the kiss, Douglas reluctantly watched the passionate, fire-like, soft, honey-like lips leave him, and said with a smile: "Sometimes I really can't tell. What makes me willing to stay here is when I catch prey. My patience is due to this beautiful female crocodile in front of me.”

"Who is the female crocodile!" Claudia smiled, patted Douglas, and sat on Douglas's lap. Looking at the virtual light curtain that looked like a miniature universe, he exclaimed with blurred eyes: "It's so beautiful."

"Yeah..." Douglas turned around and sighed: "Human beings are too small compared to the universe. We haven't even been able to truly conquer any of the galaxies. For example, the individual in front of us The Hermit Crab Galaxy... except at its edge, where we have explored a jump channel and several jumping points, we cannot touch the planets on it at all. We can only stand here and look at this charming starry sky, Admire her beauty.”

"If we could freely travel between the stars and explore any planet, instead of relying on a jumping point..." Claudia pursed her lips, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes: "...wouldn't it be possible? Is there this war?”

"No war?..." Douglas said with a sarcastic smile on his face: "In addition to resources, humans have many reasons to launch wars, such as race, religion, hatred, hegemony, human rights and so-called justice. Perhaps, There is no need for a reason at all... The history of mankind is originally a history of war. And what we encountered is the most magnificent war in the history of mankind."

"As a soldier... I really don't know if this is our luck or misfortune!" Claudia put her forehead against Douglas's, took over his words, and said with a chuckle: "You don't Do you think it’s too unromantic to talk about these things when you’re with me?”

The two looked at each other and smiled. "Claudia..." Douglas stared at Claudia for a long time and said sincerely: "...you are my confidant."

Claudia bit her lip, her eyes rolled, and she wrinkled her nose playfully and said, "So, when are you going to propose to me..."

"I want to..." Douglas slowly kissed Claudia's lips and murmured: "I can't wait until the war is over..."

The young couple was intoxicated in each other's rapid breathing and passionate kiss, until they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"General!" As soon as the staff member who knocked on the door came in, he saw Claudia standing in front of the ship window with her back to him. Without thinking much, he walked quickly to Douglas who was sitting upright and handed over a document in his hand: "This is the intelligence just collected by my reconnaissance ship. The Sus fleet has fully launched an attack on Mars. Peng's two fleets have left the Longbow Star Region and taken over the patrol and escort missions of the main channel."

"Oh?!" After hearing the staff report, Douglas's eyes lit up and he quickly grabbed the document and read it. Claudia, who was standing by the porthole with a shy blush on her face, couldn't help but turn her head.

Shen continued hurriedly: "It has been determined that there is currently only one Jiepen A-class fleet stationed in the Longbow Galaxy..."

Douglas waved his hand to stop the staff's narration. He carefully read and analyzed the intelligence in his hand over and over again.

After a long period of silence, when he stood up again, his eyes were piercing: "Command, first-level battle preparation, captains of each ship, go to the flagship headquarters within five minutes for a meeting."

"Yes!" The staff officer stood at attention, turned around and left quickly.

The automatic door closed with a soft sound. In the silent room, Douglas and Claudia looked at each other silently! .