Counterfeit Hero

The voice echoed in the ears, and the entire command hall was filled with joy.

Everyone was jumping, shouting, and hugging. No matter whether they are bandit officers and soldiers or Phantom Fleet officers and soldiers, there is no longer any barrier at this moment. These men fighting together gave each other high fives, hugged each other, and slapped each other on the shoulders. Punch each other's chest.

This is not a successful bid in peacetime, not a successful acquisition, this is a victory in war. It is a great victory finally purchased with blood, life and will.

For several hours, they wandered around the edge of the Dead Road, walking through the exploding light balls and firing in the criss-crossing light of death. They worked together sincerely, racing against time to charge the main gun, locking eyes on the opponent with red eyes, and making emergency repairs with sweat on their backs. They regret every mistake. They risked their lives to win every hit, and what they won was the qualification to burst into cheers that resounded throughout the sky!

This is the voice of the winner, the splendid flame of life burning in this era, and the crackling sound that shocks the soul!

Many of them might just be doing nothing in peacetime. Maybe he is just timid and cowardly, maybe he is just a hawker, a dedicated farmer, a street performer or an ordinary employee who looks forward to a raise all day long. However, in this magnificent era, they did not hesitate to spill blood on the battlefield and fight to the death in the name of a man.

Just in time for a cosmic war. It is the misfortune of every man in this era, and it is also their luck.

No one knows when the war is over. How many men like this will sleep in the vast starry sky and in the heavy earth. Countless of them don't even have a tombstone. However, they left their own footsteps and their own voices in this era. He left his own blood behind.

In the future, generations after generations will stand amidst their shouts, stand behind their charging figures, and stand on the land watered with their blood, continuing the continuation of human civilization.

By then, everything may have returned to dust and dust to dust. But now, no one can stop the strong heartbeats of these men, no one can cool down their passionate blood, and no one can blow away their roars, shouts, laughter and those among them who also contributed everything to the victory. The cries of joyful female soldiers of strength.

In the Year of Cannon, the 2nd day of the month. The battle of the Oxtail system has come to an end.

In this battle, the bandit fleet defeated the world-famous Jie Pen Dragon Cavalry Group fleet with the strength of one fleet and one fleet. Three hundred and six large and small ships were destroyed and 119 were captured.

Obuen, the famous general of Jepen, was killed in battle.

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and Fee Owen. After Bratt, Tony and others hugged one by one, the fat man asked Karl for a cigarette, clamped it on his ear, and walked out of the command hall.

In the long corridor, the officers and soldiers with flushed faces and shining eyes who were too excited to focus on themselves, watched with respect as the bandit commander they had just met passed through the separate crowd.

Waves of applause rang out and spread immediately, like thunder.

The fat man kept a smile on his face, nodded, and walked through the crowd to the circular terrace at the top of the mothership's bridge.

The transparent isolation cover above the terrace covers the entire terrace. From a distance, the glass ball and the long terrace passage are connected together, more like a match sticking out of the bridge.

The field of vision suddenly became much wider. Bright stars surround you from all directions

The automatic doors closed behind them and the applause disappeared.

The fat man took off the crumpled cigarette from his ears, smoothed it with his hands, and lit it. Take a deep breath and let the mellow smoke roll into your lungs.

Standing on the terrace. Fatty suddenly remembered an ancient music box that his mother gave him on his sixth birthday when he was a child. It was a quaint and beautiful box. As long as you open it, you can see a transparent glass ball inside.

In the glass ball, there are houses and dancing figures. As long as you shake it gently, heavy snow will float in the glass ball, and two little people, a man and a woman, will slowly dance to the sound of music.

Right now, I just want to be the little man in the glass music box, I don’t know. In the starry sky of the universe, will there be a warm family of three watching me quietly?

The fat man smoked a cigarette. Put your hands on the railing.

Not far away in the void, the fleet was performing the final cleanup work. Fighter planes flew around the surrendered Jie Zhang battleship, and space mechas ejected from the bandit warships on guard next to them and flew towards the Jie Pen battleship, which had shut down its engine.

Several shuttles full of prisoners passed by shuttles full of bandit soldiers. Further away, the Chakna fleet that sent a communication signal half an hour ago had already revealed its figure.

The cigarette burned between the fingers, and blue smoke curled up. The fat man's eyes fell on a large piece of debris suspended in the void in the distance.

That is, the Supreme Glory, the space carrier.

Now, this huge battleship has been torn apart. The explosion lasted for nearly ten minutes, destroying its entire body from the inside out.

Tens of thousands of large debris form an artificial asteroid belt. The largest piece of debris is the stern of the ship. This piece of debris is connected to a small half of the bridge. It was dark, like a ghost's abode.

The cigarette twirled rapidly between his fingers. The red cigarette butt is like an elf doing somersaults.

Thinking back to the previous battle, Fatty's hand holding the cigarette was still a little trembling.

Jie Pen's space navy is no match for Fei Yang in terms of ships, electronics, or personnel quality. However, a famous general can narrow this daunting gap to the point where it is almost unnoticeable.

O'Brien. Definitely one of the strongest opponents I have ever encountered. If he were not leading Feiyang's most powerful fleet, if he had not known the opponent's existence in advance, and if a stealth reconnaissance ship had not secretly detected the opponent's position, I am afraid that the person standing here looking at the starry sky is This one-eyed Jie Zhang is doing great.

The fat man was surprised to find that he was a little scared, but more importantly, he was excited by the rapid secretion of adrenaline.

The wreckage in the distance represents only the first famous general on the path of the bandit army's chariot, and it is by no means the last. And O'Brien. He is not the most powerful one in the Xiyue camp. There are many more ranked above him.

Besides, that ranking. It was many years ago.

Start here. The bandit army will continue along this tightrope-like road to challenge each and every more powerful enemy.

Maybe it will soar into the sky, maybe it will never recover.

This chapter is considered the last chapter of the previous volume and the beginning chapter of the new volume. More importantly, this is my excuse. I just want to tell everyone that I have written it but haven’t finished it yet. My daughter has a fever, is very anxious, and doesn’t have enough time or energy. .