Counterfeit Hero

"If there is no problem, please prepare for the jump." Fisichella's smile was somewhat serious: "General Kafka, the Fifth Fleet is a member of the expeditionary force. Please believe that we will treat them equally. Even if you don’t ask the question, I will answer it in detail in the subsequent battle plan.”

Fisichella's image dimmed, and the call ended.

Kafka stood quietly in the captain's room, feeling lonely. He understood that treating everyone equally meant not only rights, but also obedience to orders. He also understood that what seemed like a plan to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao was actually a plan prepared in advance to attack the east and attack the west.

But what choice do you and this divided country have? ************

Milan found that he was distracted again.

It’s been almost a year since the damn fat man went to Gacharin. During this year, Milan didn’t know how he survived.

Falling in love with someone, especially your first love, is a feeling of longing for you. And when two people have broken through that kind of intimate relationship, for a girl, this feeling has become unforgettable.

Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns. How about not seeing each other for a year?

The longing has not faded with time, on the contrary, it is getting deeper every day. Especially the posters of the damn fat man all over the streets, as well as the battlefield recording videos that flood the Internet and TV, make it impossible to treat this person as if he has disappeared.

"Heartless fat man!" Milan grabbed a shell gun, aimed at the Fat Man poster at the end of the experimental range, and slammed it. It took her two minutes to shoot a whole box of energy bombs in continuous fire. The poster has completely turned into confetti.

"Milan." A person patted Milan on the shoulder.

Milan was startled when he put on his headphones. "Sister Lei! You scared me to death!" Milan stuck out her tongue after seeing who was coming.

An Lei smiled slightly, looked at the poster with a few corners left at the end of the shooting range, wrinkled her nose and snorted: "Why hit him? It's a waste of energy. Come to my house for dinner."

"Okay." Milan quickly took off his white overalls, grabbed his bag and walked toward the laboratory door with An Lei on his arm.

One is gentle and elegant, the other is intellectually simple. Two beautiful girls walk together and are so close that they are like sisters.

In this troubled world, what knots remain that cannot be solved?

After seeing the battlefield recording scene of the broken [Warcraft] jumping off the cliff, I fell in love with the same person. Two crying girls became best friends.

They all do their best to comfort and care for each other. Listen to what the other person is saying and relieve your own hesitation. It was a mutual warmth. They suddenly discovered that in this crazy and precarious world. What a blessing it is to have another sister who has the same experience and thoughts as myself. They unconsciously developed a wonderful dependence on each other.

Girls don't know that this is transference in psychology, which usually occurs between patients and psychiatrists. They just regarded each other as their relatives, until they knew that Fatty was still alive, until now. perhaps. This subtle relationship will continue between the two girls who have a tacit understanding.

Walking out of the academy, the sunshine in Garipalan has become somewhat dim, and there are obviously fewer pedestrians on the street. Most of the people coming and going were women and old people, and occasionally some young men walked by. They were either students or soldiers busy preparing for war.

Most of Leray's young men put on uniforms and went to war. If they return to their hometown soon, there is usually only one way, and that is to die in battle. Their names will be the first to return and appear on the electronic bulletin board along the street in the square.

When men went to the battlefield, women took on many production and daily tasks. The delicate women of the Leray Confederacy have shown themselves to be unusually strong. There was no complaining or nagging, they just did the work that originally belonged to men as a matter of course. They are like pliable vines that cannot be broken no matter how strong the wind is. And when they gather together, they can also hold up the sky.

On the light-screen TVs on the street, the victory reports of the frontline battles were broadcast. For this country that is desperately resisting the attack of the two empires, nothing is more exciting than the news of victory, big or small, certain or uncertain. .

Walking on the deserted walking path outside the college, looking at the few flying cars driving tiredly in the lane, the two girls were silent for a moment. An Lei said in as relaxed a tone as possible: "An's mother bought fish today. , it’s not easy, she makes the best six-flavored fish at night.”

The energy used by flying cars has already limited the supply. Main food is not in short supply, but some daily necessities, meat, poultry and fish have also begun to be in limited supply. Lelei is in the most difficult moment, and this war is about to begin. The end is still far away.

"Sister Lei." Milan held An Lei's hand and said softly: "Is there any news about him recently?"

"No news." An Lei bit her lip. She didn't want to tell Milan about the tragic battle in Mozic. In a country where the entire territory was burning with war, no day was originally safe.

Every time she thought of Tian Xingjian still staying there, An Lei felt palpitated and panicked. She was afraid that one day, some bad news would come from the front line again. She really couldn't stand such a blow. It was once in Abnosk, and again after returning to Leray and seeing the battlefield record of thousands of troops jumping off the cliff.

Every time, it was heartbreaking pain. It seems that in this world, there is no reason to attract myself to live.

As an officer in the Intelligence Bureau, An Lei has many opportunities to access frontline intelligence. But this time, she knew that in Mozic, Tian Xingjian was leading the Freedom Front and the newly formed 19th Division to block the Reinhardt Group.

The disparity in military strength is four times, and judging from domestic trends, there seems to be some big battle plan.

An Lei didn't dare to think about it anymore. She just hoped that the transfer report she typed up would be approved. In that case, she could go to Gacharin to be with him. She sighed softly, feeling worried. She knew that the chances of the report being approved were slim.

Milan didn't ask any more questions. She silently calculated the possibility of going to Mozic via a smuggling ship. She secretly thought: "We can't wait any longer, we have to catch that damn fat guy."****

Of course, the fat man didn't know that he had been singled out. He was gaping at the picture on the far-sighted device, his eyes bulging like a dead fish.

In the picture of the telescope, a gold and silver [Apollo], surrounded by three different modified private mechas, walked up a hill where the [King Kong] mecha group gathered. .

Reinhardt appeared, but trying to attack him was simply a daydream.

Four mechas walked slowly up the spine of the empty hills. Looking down behind them, several long dragon-like mecha teams were marching. They stretched beyond the horizon and were scattered among the hills, woods and plains. , like ants, crossing the occupied trench positions, crossing the highway, and stepping on the fields. On the No. 2 Resource Highway in the distance, logistics supply vehicles meandered forward in a mighty manner.

The attack position in front of the hill was covered with countless mechas of all kinds. They formed a large cluster attack formation in battalion units. Individual mechas, medium mechas, and heavy mechas formed wavy lines a hundred meters apart.

One can imagine what a spectacular and terrifying sight it would be when these mechas launched an overwhelming attack. The little kid roughly calculated that there were two regiments on the front and one regiment on each wing. In other words, in this direction, Reinhardt invested an entire division at a time in the first wave of assault!

And such attacks will be launched again and again with the support of the endless mechas behind!

On the attack position, the mecha was making preparations for the battle. The maintenance soldiers pushed the automatic detector, opened the outer cover of the mecha's data interface, and plugged in the line for the mecha to conduct final data testing. Densely packed logistics troops drove small crawler-type mechanical vehicles, attaching missiles or adding external armor to the mecha.

The command mechas, electronic mechas, maintenance vehicles, and logistics vehicles at the end of the queue are being mobilized, and some vehicles that have completed their tasks are already preparing to leave the position.

On the long starting position, the mechas of the Reinhardt Group were like the tide on the coastline, stretching into the distance with no end in sight.

"I can't live this life!" Tian Xingjian felt a little bitter in his mouth. He was destined to be a loser from the beginning of this battle. The only value was whether his failure could bring a glimmer of hope for victory to the Eastern Front. That’s all.

He activated [Logic] and prepared to sneak towards his position. At this time, he should return to the division headquarters. If he is breached, he needs to personally lead his team to entangle the enemy, and cannot let Reinhardt drive in. When he got up, he glanced at the [Apollo] on the hillside, and suddenly an idea flashed through his heart.

Under the pressure of shouldering the lives of all the soldiers of the six divisions, and the humiliation of being chained like a dog to the southwest gate of Plisk, unable to move at all, in the heart of the fat man who was born in the special forces, this dangerous thought burned like a fire. ! **********

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, if I say I lied to you at this time, will you beat me?...