Counterfeit Hero

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“Look, what happened?”

“Marshal, his face is so ugly, he doesn’t have any blood!”

An invisible turmoil swept through the command hall of [Heidfield]. The generals watched blankly as the medical staff rushing to the command desk nervously took Hastings off the wheelchair and sent it to the emergency treatment cabin of a small medical mech.

When the mech passed by, through the hurried figure of the medical staff, everyone vaguely saw Hastings’ thin and pale upper body naked, and various tubes were plugged on his body. The whole body is immersed in green therapeutic fluid, and the respirator occupies a large part of the face. His deep, wrinkled eyes were tightly closed, and his gray hair floated in the water. The muscular calf is like a baby.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

At this time, on the skynet screen up to 20 meters in front of the command hall, countless battleships were fiercely fighting.

An energy cannon with a caliber of several meters or even more than ten meters fires meteor-like energy shells at enemy ships thousands of kilometers away. Huge light clusters criss-cross in the silent void, with an olive-shaped head dragging a long and thin tail, and the energy that is continuously stripped off like a spark. A fighter plane flies under the stars like a petrel. Sometimes they are swaying straight up, sometimes rolling and diving. Thousands of fighter planes chased each other, and the streamer tail streamer and lasing airborne energy guns stirred up a mess.

And in the command hall of the battleship, it is also a busy scene. Rows of consoles suspended various charts and scrolled dense text and data. The staff in front of the stage are busy working. They either screamed with red ears while holding the communicator, or hurriedly ran in the aisle with documents. The sound of footsteps, system prompts, and ringtones of intranet calls are endless.

Everything in front of me gave all generals a feeling of being in a dream.

The white medical mech is passing by. The transparent treatment cabin glass of the mech reflects the picture of the main screen and a few green texts that swim like fish. The rays of explosion in the distant sky one after another swept across the porthole of the battleship one after another, and the entire podium was completely white. And Hastings, accompanied by this hustle and light, quietly floated in the green liquid of the treatment cabin.

Watching the medical mech go down the podium and watching the automatic door in the command hall isolate the backs of the medical staff and Margaret, who has been crying, everyone’s mind is blank.

Hastings, the old man like a **** who has been living in the universe for decades, has just stepped off his podium in such a way at this time?

“It’s over.” A lieutenant general from the northern member country was as white as paper. He stared at the automatic door where the medical mech disappeared, and muttered, “Why is it now … why is it now?”

The lieutenant general’s words, like a thorn, plunged into the hearts of all Filipino generals.

Looking at each other, the generals were ashamed for a while.

They already knew that Hastings was ill, but they never dreamed that he had fallen at such a critical moment.

At this moment, on the front line of hundreds of thousands of kilometers in the Double Star Corner Corridor, the Feimeng fleet is fighting **** battles with the enemy. From the left wing to the middle road to the right wing, the steadily and firmly fighting Naval Fleet is like a huge meat grinder, engulfing the life force of Fiji. Every minute and every second, a warship turns into a burning fireball in space.

From the perspective of military strength, the Fiji League is only half the size of the West Covenant. In addition, Hastings suddenly lost his commanding ability in the most difficult [stalemate] stage of the battle situation, and the failure of the Filipino Allied Forces was already determined.

The current loss ratio is 5: 6. After an hour or two, what kind of chilling data will it be?

Not to mention the lack of strength, even if the strength is twice that of Siyo, who is Sauber’s opponent?

Is that the fat man?

Machia, Balas, and Fujii just turned around and looked at the podium at the same time. They were surprised to find that, at some point, the chubby guy had been seated firmly in Hastings’ seat.

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“General Tian.”

McKinley stood beside the fat man, staring at the handsome young man.

As Hastings left seriously ill, the entire command hall had become a mess. Both the staff members of the base camp and the generals of the member states all focused their attention on the command board.

Seeing the fat man sitting in Hastings’ position, everyone was shocked and disdainful, whispering and talking.

As one of the people who knows this coalition best, McKinley knows that few people in this hall will pin their hopes of victory on this unattractive fat man. This is especially true of generals such as Fujii Gang and Barras who have prejudices on the strategy of going south. He believes that whenever there is a chance, these people will not hesitate to order the fleet to turn around and go northward along the southeast main channel through the central area of ​​Lelei, back to Trevoran, and join the Livre.

For them, that is not only in the interest of their country, but also to pin their hopes on Li Fo, who has been famous for a long time and has maintained an undefeated record against West York, is far more important than the reputation or identity. The fat man is more practical.

Before the outbreak of the war, Li Fo was the head of the Admiral of the Five Tigers. Now, he is the commander-in-chief of the Filipino Union, the first person in the Filipino Union after Hustings will not let him down!

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

The country where he is located is just a small country that did not have much say in the heyday. Although the army he commanded repeatedly defeated powerful opponents, his own strength was only eleven A-class fleets. It may be enough to use such a small force to fight a local battle. Wanting to become the core main force of the Philippine Alliance, leading hundreds of Philippine alliance fleets to win this war, it is tantamount to a dream!

After Hastings fell, anyone with a sense of reason would not be illusory about the Southeastern War. The situation is out of control. Now the only thing you can do is not to dream of defeating Sauber, but to find a way to save the strength in your hands!

McKinley knew better than anyone that once the fat man decided to continue the battle, the first thing he faced was an attack from within the Fiji Allied forces.

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

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