Counterfeit Hero

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Tian Xingjian left the bottom detainment cabin in frustration. Wearyly walked into the suspension elevator.

The metal door of the elevator was closed. Isolate the dark corridor of the detention cabin.

In the huge elevator, the lights were dazzlingly bright. The floor numbers on the screen are changing silently. There was no other sound than the almost inaudible sound of the reaction force levator when the elevator climbed up.

The whole world is terribly quiet!

The fat man sighed silently and pressed the emergency stop button. The elevator immediately responded to the instruction and stopped.

Slowly sat on the cold floor of the elevator. The fat man looked at the closed elevator doors in a daze.

Just a moment ago, at the moment Barbarossa revealed his treasures in an unremarkable manner, a Lere soldier who hurried into the imprisonment cabin shattered his joy with a message.

Salgar Federation withdraws from war! The Bermuda Galaxy has retreated, and Lelei has retreated to the central galaxy!

Although there is already an estimate of what happened in this neighbouring country, when the news was confirmed, the fat man still felt a deep despair!

Outside the closed elevator doors, it must have been a mess. The compatriots of Lere who had just escaped from the pursuit of the West Rio fleet were puzzled at the moment.

Domestic? What has the war situation deteriorated to? Are the politicians like grass-heads jumping out of the street trying to take Lere to another path? Hamilton, Mikhailovic, and teacher Russell, what are you doing now? Are you sitting in a meeting room full of cigarettes, or are you submitting an emergency report to the Supreme Command of the Fiji Alliance?

The thoughts were all in the head, and the headache was almost exploded.

From the day Gacharin invaded Lere, the country, which had been peaceful for three hundred years, was pushed by invisible hands one by one, and ran all the way on the road to war. For the glory and freedom of this country, in order not to be conquered, a batch of Lerei youths are struggling to fight on the **** battlefield.

And this kind of struggle now seems so weak.

The war imposed on the Lereis finally came to an end after three years.

Lere ’s enemies are no longer the Gacharins on the planet Milokk, but Jeppen, Desik, Suss, and Beynarts. In the future, there may be Salega!

After three years of fighting, he was born and died again and again, but he only got this kind of decay.

The fat man curled up in the corner of the elevator, took out a piece of paper, and drew a deduction symbol on it with a pen. Then, he couldn't figure it out. A weak sense of powerlessness attacked him at this moment, leaving him breathless.

What else can I do?

***************************************

Helen stuck the camera on a tripod and turned on the energy switch.

The camera's sub-lens is already set. With the red light flashing, several shots started shooting.

This is the third day of arrival at this pirate base. Same place, same lens. Helen stood at this location every day at ten o'clock every day to take pictures for half an hour, and then went to the dock to take a set of shots.

This is a lonely battlefield record.

All the pictures faithfully record the bits and pieces that have happened since this escape ... In this cold and dark steel base, there are a group of soldiers who are far away from the motherland, preparing for the difficult return.

"How about going back?"

Helen bit her lip lightly and stared blankly at the base hall in this shot.

In this secret base, there is no way to communicate with the outside world ... In order to avoid exposure, civil networks, military communication relays, and channel communication are not available. The only thing that can be informed of the outside world is the two electronic frigates that are released every day according to the rules of the pirates.

Just today, one of the frigates heading to the passenger channel pretending to be a passenger ship to join the channel to collect information brought back news that everyone had not expected ... The Salgar Federation withdrew from the war.

Hearing this news, everyone was stupid. The subsequent news was even more unacceptable ... Bermuda's main star, Rodbia, was forced to give up because of strategic needs. Millions of troops retreated as the fleet desperately responded.

The Army of Jeppen has basically occupied Rodbia, and the fleet of Sioux has also blocked all routes, including the edge channel.

That means that the way home has been completely cut off!

No one can figure it out.

Salega, the same federal state, is the nearest neighbor of the Lere Federation, the strongest support, and the only passage from Lere to the Chakna Republic. At this moment, her withdrawal is undoubtedly a great blow for Le Lei ...

How can they just exit without regard? What is the difference between that and surrender? The flames of war were still burning within Lere ’s territory. In this war, Salega paid nothing more than a few mixed fleets and some supplies!

What do the cartilage politicians in this cartilage country think they can get from the hand of the Covenant?

The wide base hall is an oval metal building. It is located on the first floor below the giant transport ship on the surface.

In the center of the hall is a metal sculpture of a one-eyed pirate. This stout pirate, with a scimitar in his hand, was grimacing, and his eyes were staring forward. Around his base, there are several rows of energy arrays, and thick pipes are partially exposed on the ground, providing energy to the surrounding cabins, the environmental balance and the life support system.

Outside the two-storey cabin, there is a walkway surrounded by a circle of railings, which is connected to the hall through a metal staircase. The metal bulkhead was riveted between rows of thick rivets between the beams and columns, without any slight whitewashing, only some weird pirate graffiti.

Exaggerated genitals, strangely naked women, the life of pirates, looks as messy as these graffiti.

In the camera, more people gathered in the base hall.

After receiving this terrible news, repairs, supplies, and cleanup of pirate bases that had been in full swing are now stopped.

The soldiers stood together heavily. They still have tools in their hands, and black oil stains remain in their hands. The clothes on their bodies have been soaked in sweat and mists rise in the heating.

The entire hall was silent, and a sad emotion spread silently. Helen could clearly see the bewilderment of the soldiers' faces in the camera, and he could deeply feel a kind of sorrow, a helpless despair that came out of his bones.

Who will tell these soldiers who are far away from their motherland, where should they go?

Who came to tell him again, where should he go?

Looking back now, when Lere declared war on the nations of West Covenant, how firm he was when he stood in front of the people of Lere and said that he would never be conquered. When a branch of troops set foot on the front line without looking back, how **** it was.

I have dreamed again and again as a field reporter, following behind them, using a camera to record the victory of the Federation ...

But now, he can only hide in the pirate base deep in the universe, using the camera to record the confusion and desolation of the soldiers. There is no boiling blood or fierce fighting here. All the dreams disappeared without the news of the Federation of Salega.

Stroking the camera, Helen found that his ideals were so vulnerable to the cruel reality.

What field reporters, what records history with the camera in hand. Looking at these shots, I was just doing the same thing with Robinson carving a date on a stake.

When Leray finally failed in this war, what other meanings do these shots have in addition to the historical data of the losers?

In the past, those exciting videos that were repeatedly broadcast on TV, and those fierce, magnificent battle scenes, were nothing but romantic refinements of war. Only when I really stepped on the battlefield, I realized that this **** romance is so cruel, so monotonous, so painful!

Looking aimlessly at the previous lens, Helen's fingers on the touch screen gradually stopped.

On the screen, the fat man roared with a fierce face. On the screen without the volume turned on, he could vaguely distinguish what he was cursing ...

Helen shook her head, and she couldn't always associate the vulgar fat man with the federal hero.

Turn on the volume, she remembers, the next [Berlan Rose], in the fat man's roar, just rushed up, traversing the criss-crossing artillery.

At that time, I was not timid.

In that fanatical atmosphere with a blank mind, he held the camera tightly and recorded everything that happened in the main control room.

In the picture, there was a lot of noise ... The correspondent was sending signals to the flagship, the observers were roaring screamingly, and the radar crew repeatedly scolded the signal in the interference. Everyone's face has an abnormally red color.

Later, the warship accelerated and suddenly ran into the tail of the enemy destroyer.

Turning, accelerating, escaping ... Just like the moment when you escaped from birth, when you look at the picture at that time, you feel a tingling of electricity over Helen.

On the screen, everyone jumped up and celebrated with high-five!

Helen raised her head and looked around. She suddenly realized that she hadn't seen the fat man for a long time. At this time, what is the fat man who is always invisible? Still squeezing oil on those pirates?

Following the eyes of the soldiers, Helen saw Chekov. The captain who led the "Berlan Rose" was as heavy as a cigarette smoking. Behind him, several battleship officers stood equally deep. Not far from them is the entrance of the suspended elevator.

In the lobby of the circular elevator, a Lerei soldier listlessly gestured to direct several freight mechas to move the hilly old metal ammunition onto the rail trailer.

Intentionally or unintentionally, every few seconds, Chekov, several officers, and all the soldiers in the hall would look up at the indicator light of the floating elevator.

However, the indicator light has always been a red fault sign.

They looked back anxiously and disappointed, and after a while, they repeated it again. As for the elevators with open doors beside them, they didn't even take a look!

More and more people gathered in the hall, in addition to the soldiers of [Berlan Rose] and the smugglers of [Audrey], they seemed to feel something. Hundreds of students who were supposed to be in the military academy in Chakna now have military exchanges standing silently among the crowd.

Only one person is absent, that is the fat man.

The man who commanded the "Berlan Rose" miraculously escaped to heaven, the most famous civilian hero in Lere's history.

where is he?

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Rodbia, at this moment, the retreat has reached the most critical moment.

Looking down from space, nineteen cities all over the planet have turned into cannonballs and smoke-filled hell.

Infantry soldiers, wearing dark brown Lere uniforms, resisted desperately in the mud of the shells and in the dense rain of bullets. Each Federation mech, roaring across the crisscrossing trenches, assembling and firing desperately.

But within a few kilometers behind them, soldiers with dirt and smoky smoke left in countless clothes are lined up silently on the transport ship. Among them, there are wounded, there are medical soldiers and nurses carrying medicine chests, there are officers holding archives, and busy mechanics and aviation.

The transport ship is constantly taking off and landing.

Under the cover of the land-based air force and the space fleet, a variety of spaceships, large or small, loaded with Lere soldiers and people who had left their homes, jumped into the vast space and passed through the southeast of the Fiji League The emergency channel in the hands of the First Expeditionary Fleet flew toward the central area of ​​Lelei.

The Bermuda galaxy is lost, it is a foregone conclusion!

The flagship of the third hybrid fleet of Leray [Kastaniya] has now become a frontline command in space. Numerous officers and staff members are running around, noisy footsteps, roars and electronic sounds from the ship's radio are mixed, and the atmosphere is too tense to add.

In the main control room, Russell sat quietly.

The entire plan was completed as soon as the Salgar Federation withdrew from the war. All that is needed now is execution.

One spaceship towed a long stream of ionized light, traversing the battleship porthole, and gradually away. After the Lucerne retreat, this is the second time Russell has executed a massive retreat involving nearly 10 million people. Both retreats gave Russell a deep impression.

The Lereans are always able to organize closely and execute orders in an orderly manner. No complaints, no panic. They just stepped on the transport ship in silence and left. All available spacecraft have been used. Women, children and the elderly were given priority to the spacecraft.

One after another infantry divisions, armored divisions, are also neatly assembled on the front. They will serve as a reserve team when the frontline situation deteriorates. Buy time for retreat.

The federal fleet has appeared in the Bermuda Galaxy as much as possible. They resisted many times their enemies. Heroic but not reckless. They are always able to entangle the enemy with the least cost, like a fox that only protects cubs.

This is a respectable country.

Unfortunately, in this war, Leray, like Gacharin, will inevitably suffer defeat.

Russell sighed, looking at the interstellar chart on the main console, not knowing what it was like.

As a sharp-eyed military strategist, Russell knew that in fact, as long as Lere was able to survive another year, the war situation would undergo profound changes.

Within a year, Carlton Galaxy will have a battle!

Sauber and Hastings have finished their layout in Carlston. The reason why there is no large-scale confrontation is because these two people are constraining their troops.

They do not want to see any change in the situation in the universe as a result of the merger of the two superpowers. The change is only between the two superpowers. Their leadership position must never allow others to get involved. Not even your own allies!

Therefore, the southeast star field has become a battlefield for the two great powers to test each other. They put their allies up one by one and let them bite the battle.

However, some countries always have their own plans.

This is true for Chuckner, as is Suss and Jeppen. These countries cannot be easily commanded. Each of their actions follows a principle, that is, national interest.

Chuckner didn't send troops, he didn't want to be the focus of conflict before Carlston broke out. The ambitions of Sousse and Jeppen are even greater. The reason they sent troops to the southeast Starfield was to win Salgar, Lere, and Gacharin ... Historically, these two countries were synonymous with greed! They dream of becoming the next superpower!

Each has its own fine abacus!

However, no matter how the abacus is played. It is true that the confrontation of Carlston Galaxy has escalated step by step.

Both Sauber and Hastings are looking for opportunities, and are carefully looking for opponents' flaws. I do n’t know when they will shoot a thunder blow!

Only when these two superpowers are completely strangled in the Galaxy of Carlston, the two alliances, will release the southeast star field and put the focus of the war back where it should be. After all, neither the West Atlantic Treaty Party nor the Fiji League can afford to lose at Carlston Galaxy.

Once the leader of the alliance fails, the ensuing chain reaction will be fatal!

At that time, the troops of the Naga Federation and Desik Empire will be transported from the Western Front to the Binalt Empire. The Lay Republic of the Fiji League, the Chakner Republic, will join hands to resist the attacks of Sousse and Jeppen. Leray will also be attacked, but it will never be the focus of war.

Unfortunately, all this is just theory. Jeppen and Sousse will never give Lere the opportunity to practice this theory.

Not to mention one year, even the West Atlantic Treaty will not give it for half a year! They will continue to attack until the Lere channel is completely cleared! The Republic of Feiyan and the Republic of Chakner may send troops when Lere is most dangerous, or they may directly attack in Carlston ...

In any case, Le Lei is disabled. This country will become a scorched earth and a trivial vassal state.

Russell pointed his finger at the star chart, moving upwards along the chart. There is another force in the three-dimensional space between Lere, Salega, Chakna, Sousse, Jeppen, Catania, and Pudi Tok.

All along, this force has been on the brink of mainstream society. They have their rules of survival, they have their social form, they are a piece of sand, they are a group of bloodthirsty gangsters, they are scammers, mercenaries, gangsters, businessmen, adventurers and pirates.

They are the least faithful and the most faithful. They measure everything by their strength. They murder nakedly, steal, and rob.

There is heaven, there is also hell!

If, with the help of this force, Leray might be able to survive.

It is a pity that when the supreme command headquarters formed a force against this area, the person most suitable for leading this force disappeared.

Is he still alive?

where is he?

************************************

There was still silence in the base hall.

Chekov smoked cigarette after cigarette, looking at the closed elevator in a daze from time to time.

The atmosphere, in a strange silence, seemed a bit depressed.

The soldiers looked at their captain. They knew that the captain, like them, was waiting for that person to appear. At such a time, the person who rescued 270 prisoners of war, captured James alive, created countless miracles and brought his own escape to this base may be able to tell everyone what to do in the future.

The long wait has evolved into an expectation.

The confused and desperate emotion needs a person to disperse with his voice.

Everyone waited quietly.

Until the elevator indicator light changed from red to green.

Watch the elevator go up. Suddenly the whole hall was slightly disturbed. Everyone can't help but rush over.

Helen pointed the camera lens at the elevator door.

Anyway, she needs to perform her duties. War has lost romance, and perhaps there will be a little miracle and surprise. When the dust settled, looking back, some small details may be the turning point of fate.

Now, what should be done is to record this history.

The elevator door opened.

With a tumbling smoke, the hair was in a mess, and the fat man with a wide open collar came out with red eyes. In his hand, he was still holding a crumpled piece of paper painted with strange symbols. He gripped the paper so tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw!

"Colonel Tian ..." Chekov greeted him: "We ..."

The fat man waved his hand.

Unlike the expression of his hip-faced smiley face in the past, now the fat man's face is stern and terrible.

Under the full gaze, the fat man came straight to Helen.

Helen looked at the camera as the fat man was getting closer and closer. What does he want to do?

The fat man passed by Helen. His eyes fixed on the huge one-eyed pirate sculpture beside Helen.

"The identity of the pirate is destined to store the wealth of the pirate ... Except for a small amount of stocks and deposits in the free port, most of them are stored in the base in the form of precious metals."

At the base, a fat man's voice sounded. He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to everyone.

"Unlike the gold and jewelry in ancient times, the precious metal now is the rarest metal since the ancient earth age-californium."

"California, because of its ranking in the periodic table of elements, is called element 98. In the age of the ancient earth, its pure metal value was 500,000 times that of gold. Even today, when gold, platinum and other traditional precious metals have become the most With ordinary metals, CF has always maintained its status. "

After some commentary, the fat man turned around and looked at Chekov after him, saying: "The current price of one gram of californium is five thousand fijian dollars!"

I do n’t know why. This explanation, which has nothing to do with expectation, has caused an inexplicable wave in everyone ’s mind.

Everyone focused on the one-eyed pirate sculpture with the fat man's finger, and listened to him: "This three-meter-high statue has a valuable chromium-titanium alloy body, and his head is made entirely of pure CF metal. Made. "

"Let's figure it out." The fat man clenched his fingers.

"One kilogram of californium is calculated at a market price of five million, then this statue head, which has a weight of at least a hundred kilograms, is worth hundreds of millions!"

Before everyone calculated the result, the fat man gave the answer.

"The cost of a [Berlan Rose] is only 90 million Fen dollars in terms of cost. A [Crazy Shark] class heavy cruiser of the Republic of Feiyang is only 400 million Fen dollars! It can be said, The decades of savings of the Red Beard Pirates are all on the head of this pirate sculpture! "

Quietly in the hall ...

Staring at the head of the one-eyed pirate sculpture, the fat man suddenly laughed haggardly.

He almost bowed with a smile: "This statue! Enough for us to purchase enough material in Freeport, enough for us to turn this place into a military base! Although we have no military enterprises and no equipment, we have money, soldiers, and most Excellent researcher! "

"If we become pirates, the entire free world will be ours ..." The fat man's fanatic voice echoed in the hall.

Everyone was stunned by the fat man's words.

"Liezu Lizong bless us. Give us such a base. Give us the treasure of pirates."

The fat man laughed. "Aren't they breaking our way home? Didn't they want Le Lei, just fall down? ... They don't want to watch Laozi die?"

"Bah!" The fat man spit out hard: "From now on, this will be the land of the Lere Democratic Federation, a part of the Federation, sacred and indivisible! We are standing on the land of our motherland."

"Our land ..." Everyone murmured dumbfounded.

"Lere has been peaceful for three hundred years, but the blood of this country has never cooled. For this country, many people have died. In the future, we will be one of them. Even if one day, Lere is captured . At least we are still standing on the land of Le Lei and fighting with them to the end! "

"Fighting blood to the end!" These four words made everyone suddenly burst into blood.

"Bermuda has fallen. What will happen to the central area of ​​Lelei three months later, and what will happen to the entire Lere Federation half a year later?"

The fat man is asking. No one answered him, everyone stared at him short of breath, waiting for him to answer.

"I don't know!" The fat man spread his hands and smiled awfully: "I only know ... We want peace, they gave us war, we want to survive, they gave us kill. We are soldiers, our responsibility It is to protect our people. Now, we can only watch our people leave their homes, be robbed by pirates in the universe, and die in war. "

"Fuck! Now, we have only one way to retaliate!"

In what way? Everyone clenched their fists.

"robbery!"

Throughout the hall, with the fat man's answer in chaos.

"Yes! Grab the fuck!"

"Grab the Jeppen and the Suss! Damn, do the Salgars rob?"

"And those pirates!"

This vicious thought swept away all the despair and confusion. The fat man's words seemed to light a bright light in the mist.

"Tell Barbarossa and his men," said Chekov, the fat man with bright eyes: "We're out and tell them, either, be shot collectively. Or, follow us as the most ruthless pirate in this star field. ! "

"What is the name of our troops?" Chekov asked.

"The bandits!" The fat man threw a noise. I don't know at all that his own image of a bandit has been stunned by Helen.

Last time in Gacharin, but grabbed a base. Fuck, this time, grab enough!

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