Counterfeit Hero

Standing on the top floor of the base building and looking around, you can see the red fireworks in the city shooting up into the sky and then blooming, making the surrounding area colorful.

The night wind was slightly chilly. Russell stood leaning on the railing, looking at the lights in the city, and asked: "When will the new space jump experiment be carried out?"

The fat man stood next to him and took a puff of his cigarette. "The jumping spacecraft needs to undergo final testing. The electronic ship also needs to be modified for experiment tracking and data collection. It will take about three days."

Leisel nodded and suddenly said: "Give me a cigarette."

The fat man took out his cigarettes, handed one to Russell, and lit it for him.

Russell took a deep breath, exhaled the blue-gray smoke in the night wind, watched it quickly disperse with the night wind, and said with a smile: "If the experiment is successful, we will be truly invincible. By then, you will not only be a hero of the LeLei Federation, but you will also become a hero of the entire human race... Why do you want to pilot the aircraft yourself to test it?"

"I don't want to be a hero," Fatty shook his head and looked into the distance, "I'm just curious... I want to see what kind of world is outside this cage."

"Aren't you afraid that the experiment will fail?" Russell turned to look at the fat man.

"Afraid." The fat man laughed, his cheeks twitching habitually, looking very honest and cowardly. His eyes were shining brightly in the night, "However, I will risk my life."

Russell looked at the fat man silently, then suddenly reached out and patted him hard on the shoulder.

After decades of going around in circles, whether he was promoted to the top of the Gacharin military, ranked among the famous generals, overthrew the Morton royal family, abolished the racial system, and established a democratic country, Russell actually didn't care much. But at this moment, it felt proud from the bottom of its bones that it had such a disciple as Fatty.

Although this disciple is sometimes a little confused, a little ridiculous and out of tune, and his love life is also a mess. He is greedy for life, fearful of death, lustful, greedy for money, has no quality, no grace, and no self-cultivation. He often curses and spits in other people's faces. The problems on the rope are worse than those on his body. He still has a lot of hair, but only those who know him well know what a cleanest place there is deep in his heart! (It seems that something is not flowing smoothly here)

Among the famous generals in the world, how many of them are indifferent to fame and fortune? How many of them don’t want to grasp greater power, control more wealth and the destiny of more people, and be swept away by thousands of armies wherever they point their fingers?

In this cruel era of war, how many talented elites have retreated, succumbed, or, after success, have become cold-hearted and more keen on power.

But the fat man didn’t!

Russell knew that this guy was still the same little citizen.

For that responsibility, he behaved and rolled around in the most difficult times, but refused to give in.

Similarly, when he took control of a powerful army, was selected as the successor by the most powerful person in the world, and controlled the fate of a country or even an alliance, he never thought about becoming a dictator to obtain Greater power to dominate the world.

When people marveled at his achievements, applauded or denigrated his achievements, they didn't know that this guy was actually a small citizen who longed to have a little money, a little leisure, and live the life of a landlord with a beautiful wife in his arms. He is a fat man who trembles all over when he is scared and bursts into tears!

In some ways, he's a genius, in some ways, he's an idiot.

He seems to have not yet realized that the power and power he holds in his hands will make many people jealous, and how many careerists will want to replace him and use the power in his hands to seize the entire universe.

He just lived single-mindedly, for his family, for his friends, and for his own life.

Russell knew why Rake took the initiative to participate in experiments with new space jumping technology.

Because the current LeLei Federation needs to find a new world.

It was also because Fatty wanted to see with his own eyes the world that his father and mother had seen more than twenty years ago.

He is still that six-year-old kid. He has never grown up since the day he lost his parents.

"Fat man," Russell asked with a smile, "do you know you are famous now?"

The fat man laughed innocently and nodded.

"I'm not talking about the Leray Federation..." Russell looked at the fat man who was a little proud, and tried desperately to show his humble face. He couldn't help but laugh, "The new ranking of famous generals is out, and you are ranked tenth. six."

The fat man's smile froze, his eyes widened and looked straight.

Russell said leisurely: "Among the young generals, you rank first."

"This stuff was excreted by that bastard who was full and had nothing to do." The fat man was furious and cursed: "Didn't he put me on the fire grill to roast me?"

"You are very famous now," Russell said with a smile: "In the past, the Leray Army's combat scope was limited to Leray, so people didn't know much about you. However, since you annihilated the one-eyed python O'Brien in Resk, A few hundred belives later, your information and battle case analysis have been printed and handed over to General Xiyo."

The fat man swallowed hard, "***, I knew it!"

"When the news of the annihilation of Sheldon's fleet spreads, I'm afraid you will be pushed to the forefront immediately." Russell looked at the fireworks blooming in the night sky, "Sister will study the bandit army carefully. Analyze our combat style and the performance of our mechas and ships to find and implement targeted methods. Especially Sobol, he will never make the mistake of underestimating the enemy."

"Sobol's opponent is Lao Hei," Fatty said gloomily, "It has nothing to do with me."

"Marshal Hastings's health does not guarantee that he will complete this war," Russell shook his head and said: "Otherwise, why would he only make strategic arrangements at the beginning of the war without personally commanding it? Even a crucial battle?"

Seeing the fat man's silence, Russell continued: "Do you know why he chose the battlefield with Sobor in the southeastern star region, and when his condition was irreversible, he changed his original intention and decided to fight Sobor? "

"Because of me." The fat man put his hand on the railing and sighed softly.

Russell smiled slightly, nodded and said: "It seems that you yourself understand very well that if the Lord of War does not choose a successor, I am afraid that he will not take action until he dies."

"Sobol is an unparalleled talent. He has endless strategies and uses troops like a god." Russell looked into the distance, and the smile on his face faded. "Even the God of War, you are not sure of victory. He and The duel between Sobol is bound to be a dangerous game. Both sides will have fatal flaws in some places, and they will also try their best to deceive their opponents, and even make dangerous moves."

"Therefore, Marshal Hastings will never take action when his body does not know how long it can last. He and Sobol are both geniuses and old enemies. He knows that Sobol wants to defeat him, and, this Obsession is the only flaw of Sobol that he can master. But, he just keeps putting it off!"

"Sobol's obsession..." Fatty murmured.

"Sobol must be very aware of this," Russell sighed deeply. "So, he has been enduring it. He only occasionally touches on the grand strategy of the God of War. He will never personally touch it. The leader takes the initiative.”

Russell's gaze rose to the night sky with the curling smoke in his hand: "He has been firmly remembering the battle thirty years ago, the failure of the Sober family. He knew that if he wanted to defeat the Black Opponents of Stings' level must defeat themselves. If they take the initiative to come to the door, they will be psychologically inferior to those who are eager for success. This in itself is a kind of failure. "

"So, the old guy keeps hanging him? Even if he knows that dragging him out like this is actually beneficial to Xiyo? Then, while Sobol is taking advantage of the young man, he is actually very depressed and wants to beat the old man to death with a stick?" The fat man felt a little crazy, "Are these two guys fighting or falling in love?"

Russell laughed. For a long time, he looked into the distance and sighed: "In the eyes of ordinary people, what Lord Hastings did may be stupid. But, who knows how much effort it takes to fight a decisive battle?"

"If the Feiyan League itself is in disarray, if Hastings dies before the end of the battle and no one can replace him and lead Feiyan to fight, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"The army was defeated like a mountain," the fat man puffed on his cigarette. "The Fei Alliance will collapse faster than it does now."

"Yes!" Russell turned and leaned against the railing and sneered, "As for Sobol, if Hastings gives him the most advantageous time, he does not take advantage of it, but instead tries to If he defeats his opponent head-on and sacrifices easy things for difficult things, then he is not even as good as a qualified commander. How can he hope to defeat Hastings?"

"As long as he makes this mistake," Fatty sighed, "the old guy can make him make countless more mistakes."

He threw away the cigarette butt and turned to look at Russell: "So, these two guys who have been in a tacit understanding for a long time decided to go to war just because of me, the third party?"

Russell nodded and said: "Choose the southeastern star region because this is your home court. It has nothing to do with His Excellency Hastings's selfishness. If you were a Feiyang, he would choose Carlston as the battlefield. The galaxy even led Sober into the gate of Feiyang."

"I understand that." Fatty said. He scratched his head, "But the question is, there are so many famous generals, why did the old guy choose me?"

"Do you remember what you just said about the two of them looking like they were in love?" Russell looked at the fat man.

The fat man nodded in confusion.

"You always have a way of simplifying and vulgarizing the most profound things." Russell laughed. "This is a perspective that comes from the small bourgeois class and is different from both of them. Coupled with your military skills Your talent, your banditry and your unconventional thinking are the reasons why the Lord of War chose you."

at last. Russell put on the coat held by Hamid who was standing beside him, and said to the fat man: "I will complete the task of seizing the entire territory of Lere and setting up defenses to gain time. This is the only way I can help you."

He turned around and walked towards the stairs: "I need you to lead the way for the rest of the journey. Admiral Tian."

On the silent roof, Fatty was alone, with a confused look on his face.

In the distance, thousands of fireworks gradually bloomed in the sky, gorgeous and charming.

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