Counterfeit Hero

"Look, what happened?"

"It's the marshal. His face is so ugly, there is no blood at all."

An invisible commotion instantly swept through the command hall of the [Headfield]. The generals watched blankly as the medical staff rushed to the command seat and nervously lifted Hastings out of the wheelchair and into the emergency treatment cabin of a small medical mecha.

When the mecha passed by, through the hurried figures of the medical staff, everyone could vaguely see Hastings' skinny and pale upper body, naked, and covered with various tubes. The entire body is immersed in green healing liquid, and the respirator takes up more than half of the face. His sunken and wrinkled eyes were tightly closed, and his gray hair was floating in the water. The muscles of the calves are atrophied, just like those of a baby.

Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.

At this time, on the 20-meter-high Skynet screen in front of the command hall, countless battleships were fighting fiercely.

An energy cannon with a diameter of several meters or even more than ten meters fires meteor-like energy shells at enemy ships thousands of kilometers away. Huge light groups criss-crossed in the silent void, with their olive-shaped heads trailing long and thin tails, and the energy they were constantly peeling off peeled off like sparks. Fighter planes flew like petrels under the starry sky. Sometimes they soared upwards, sometimes they rolled and dived. Thousands of fighter planes chased each other, and the winding tail streamers and lasing airborne energy cannons became a mess.

In the battleship's command hall, there was also a busy scene. On the rows of consoles, various charts are suspended, with dense text and data scrolling. The staff in front of the stage were busy working. They either grabbed their communicators and roared with red faces, or they hurriedly ran down the aisles with documents. The sound of footsteps, system prompts and the ringing of the intranet phone can be heard all the time.

Everything in front of them made all the generals feel as if they were in a dream.

The white medical mecha was passing by. The transparent glass of the mecha's treatment cabin reflects the image of the main screen and several green texts swimming like fish. One after another, the light of explosions in the distant void swept across the battleship's portholes, illuminating the entire command platform in pale white. And Hastings, accompanied by this noise and light, floated quietly in the green liquid of the treatment cabin.

Everyone's minds went blank as they watched the medical mecha walk off the command podium and the automatic doors in the command hall isolated the medical staff from the back of Margaret who was already crying.

Hastings, this old man who has been in the universe for decades and is like a god, stepped down from his command platform in such a way at this time?

"It's over." A lieutenant general from a northern member state had a face as white as paper. He stared blankly at the automatic door where the medical mecha disappeared, and murmured, "Why now... Why now?"

The lieutenant general's words were like a thorn piercing into the hearts of all the Fei League generals.

The generals looked at each other with despair.

They already knew that Hastings was terminally ill, but they never dreamed that he would collapse at such a critical moment.

At this moment, on the front line of the Double Star Corridor, which is hundreds of thousands of kilometers long, the Fei Alliance fleet is engaged in a bloody battle with the enemy. From the left wing to the center and then to the right wing, the West York fleet moved steadily and steadily, like a huge meat grinder, devouring the vitality of the Fei League. Every minute and every second, battleships turn into burning fireballs in space.

In terms of military strength, the Fei League was only half of the Western League. Coupled with the fact that Hastings suddenly became critically ill and lost the ability to command during the most difficult [stalemate] stage of the war, the failure of the Fiji Alliance was already certain.

The current battle loss ratio is 5:6. What kind of chilling data will it be one or two hours later?

Not to mention the lack of troops, even if the troops are twice that of Xiyo, who is Sobol's opponent?

Could it be that fat man?

Macchia, Barras, and Fujii Tsuyoshi turned to look at the command seat almost at the same time. They were surprised to find that at some point, the fair and fat guy had sat firmly on Hastings' seat.

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"General Tian."

McKinley stood next to the fat man and stared at the young man with an honest face.

With Hastings seriously ill and leaving, the entire command hall was in chaos. Both the staff officers at the base camp and the generals from each member country all focused their attention on the command seat. .

Seeing the fat man sitting in Hastings's seat, everyone was shocked and disdainful, and whispered among themselves.

As one of the people who knew the coalition best, McKinley knew that few people in this hall would place their hopes of victory on this fat man with an unremarkable appearance. This is especially true for generals such as Fujii Tsuyoshi and Barras who have prejudices against the southward strategy. He believed that as long as there was an opportunity, these people would not hesitate to order the fleet to turn around and go north along the southeastern main channel through the Leray central star field, return to Triflaland, and join Li Fu's flag.

For them, that is not only more in line with the interests of their country, but also placing their hopes on Li Fo, who has been famous for a long time and has maintained an undefeated record against Western York, is far better than placing their hopes on this person who has both reputation and status. Mud is more practical than Fatty.

Before the war broke out, Li Fu was the leader of the Five Tiger Generals. Now, he is the commander-in-chief of the allied forces of the Fiji League, the first person in the Fiji League military after Hastings.

And this fat man is Hastings' designated successor. However, he has not been confirmed by the Supreme Command and the Joint Parliament of the Fiji League, nor has he held any position in the coalition command.

The country he lives in is just a small country that did not have much say in its heyday. Although the army under his command has repeatedly defeated powerful opponents, its own strength is only eleven *-level fleets. It may be enough to fight a local battle with such a small amount of troops. It is tantamount to wishful thinking to become the core force of the Fiji Alliance and lead hundreds or thousands of Fiji Alliance fleets to win this war.

After Hastings fell, no one with any sense would have any illusions about the situation in the southeast. The situation is out of control. The only thing everyone can do now is not to dream of defeating Sobor, but to find ways to preserve the troops in their hands.

McKinley understood better than anyone else that once Fatty decided to continue this battle, the first thing he would face was an attack from within the Philippine Alliance.

Hearing McKinley's voice, the fat man turned his head.

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.This is half a chapter, so I’ll keep updating.

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