Counterfeit Hero

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"So, there are few people who are optimistic about us?" The fat man slouched lazily on the sofa in the base office and chatted with Barbarossa.

Helen, who was sitting on the side, looked at this guy with a headache and dared to spread himself into a pancake in front of the beauty.

At the training ground just now, he stood upright and warned all pirates who completed the training with the style of a blood-blooded soldier. Since today, they have reborn and are already a real warrior. He asked them to stand upright and stand upright, to become truly pirate with no fear of blood.

But as soon as he entered the office, the fat man threw himself on the sofa, rolling around and sighing, as if his bones were falling apart. Really let the pirates see his ugly gesture, afraid that the awe built on the training ground would collapse immediately.

Helen forced himself not to look at this pool of meat, thinking about it seriously, he had indeed been so tired after all these days. He never misses training every day. When the pirates lay in bed painfully, he still discussed the plan with the staff day and night, and buried himself between the drawings and the data with the mechanic engineer.

He is always so busy, in the dock, in the mecha conversion workshop, in the war room, in the office, in the training ground. It was his dedicated work that inspired everyone. Let every pirate, soldier, student and smuggler in this lonely base miraculously twist into a rope.

Life needs miracles. Some miracles are always created inadvertently. At this moment, the pirates at the base have seen a new life. During their training, they were influenced and changed a little bit during the day and night with the Lere warriors.

No bosses, big or small, enslave them, and they are no longer exiled. Everyone has never been as hopeful as they are today-in the end, they can have a bright identity in the Federal Republic of Lere or Freeport, and have their own house and their own lives.

Although this is just a promise. A goal that seems far away. However, this is enough for pirates who have no direction of life. They are all pirates. Why not choose to follow a strong one, so that you have dignity now, and a bright future will be a pirate in the future?

Especially when they become sturdy and powerful in training, and see the strength of the team in obedience and cooperation, they have no doubt about their future and their commitment to fat people!

For the nearly 700 Leray Space Fleet officers and soldiers on the Beran Rose, and more than 100 exchange students composed of mechanics, military staff, and grass-roots military officers, this period of time is when they walk from despair Come out and regain the days of fighting.

The despair of the Lere War and the worry about the situation have been completely forgotten. During their hard work and hard training, they saw the base change day by day, the combat power formed in simulation battles and classified exercises, and the new warships and fighter mechs in the dock were manufactured and modified. This sense of accomplishment is enough to make them feel an unprecedented excitement.

This is Lerei's territory. On this front, the Lereans did not retreat. It is far more prideful than the destruction to get the results of construction through your own hands.

Helen's ears seemed to echo the fat man's speech to everyone on the training ground.

"We come from different countries, different peoples. However, we have a common name-human beings! When our ancestors step by step developed civilization from Rumao to the space age, they did not want us to kill each other in war . What they want to see is a life of peace and peace! "

The fat man's voice was loud and loud. The sound around the training ground buzzed: "For this war, ordinary people like us are just victims. Today, we stand here, regardless of nationality. We are a member of the free world, All we do is to live in this war! "

"Lere, maybe it will perish in the war, the free world, maybe it will be destroyed by the flames of war. There are many countries and many planets that will become ruins in this worldless battle! To continue their conquest with steel and war, and the only thing we can do is to do our best to survive. "

At that time, Helen could clearly see the fiery glow radiating from the fat man's eyes when staring somewhere in the void.

At that time, he was by no means a fat man with a hip-faced smile and a frivolous and shameless face.

"Humanity has lost all its faith! Religion has degenerated into terrorism and various interest groups. We have lived in the dark world without faith for too long. It has been so long that we have forgotten our identity. Now, We have a new belief-survival and inheritance! "

The fat man's words echoed in a solemn base: "To survive, we are not losers or exiles!"

"Survival proves that we have been here and we have seen it! Let us leave our mark on this world, let our children inherit our genes. Let our genes accompany human civilization and shine on the entire universe!"

"stay alive!"

Helen couldn't remember how long he stayed at the time, and what kind of eyes he looked at the fat man.

Only when you have truly experienced war and truly experienced despair will you understand how different real wars are from novel films.

Human beings always remember the beauty of peace only when war really comes. Now I think about the wonderful life of shopping in a mall, listening to music, traveling with friends, falling in love, and going to parties.

What is the right to survival, these are!

Use your own genes to inherit civilization. For human beings, there is no greater faith than this.

Helen's gaze moved to the fat man ... but hey, just listen to them chatting with his ears. Dead fat man's hand, resting on the raised belly, scratching ...

"The odds are still going down, and it's almost down to one to four." Barbarossa said. While talking, he took a beautiful wooden box out of the desk drawer, opened it, and took out a superb Havana cigar from the earth. With a cigar cutter, carefully cut off one end, and was about to stuff it in his mouth, but the fat man stretched out his hand and snatched it.

"Let's get rich!" The fat man greedily put his cigar into his mouth and lit it.

"Klaus is ready to make money." Barbarossa took out a cigar again in distress: "When the odds increase to one loss to five, he bets. A total of 100 million Fijian dollars!"

"I don't know!" The fat man curled his lip, and the cigar in his mouth turned around: "Isn't it just a cruiser, and getting a carrier, they are not all dumbfounded?"

"For you, of course, a cruiser is nothing." Barbarossa sighed: "However, for the free world of arms embargo, all ships and mechas can only be developed on their own. Rely on civilian shipyards and mech manufacturers. Even if you can get out of military ships, it is impossible to get a full set of military equipment. "

Igniting the cigar, Barbarossa went on: "In order to improve its strength and to have military equipment, many merchants and pirates will hire mercenaries at all costs. In the free world, such things are always in short supply. Who wants to save some money? , Who will be beaten behind. Beside you, there will always be your enemies and competitors watching. "

"Oh?" The fat man was interested. "Civil mechas are even ahead of military mechas in some designs. Why is there such a big gap between weapons and ships?"

"Because of technical limitations and resource limitations." Barbarossa said: "For all countries in the world, military technology and resources are strictly controlled. You should know more about this than me. In the free world, there are no resources. Yes. There are the most skilled mechanics and experts in various industries, but because of the balance rules of the free world itself and the control of the free world by the Supreme Council of Humanity, no one dares to step beyond the pit except for some small arms. "

"That's true." The fat man nodded. "Under the control of the Supreme Council of Mankind, there are so many pirates in the free world. If you really have advanced military weapons, will it still be?"

"But ..." Barbarossa said: "Now such control is almost non-existent. The Supreme Council of Humanity has existed in name only. The control resources flowing from various channels to the free world are also explosively growing. After a while , The entire free world will be completely mired in the chaos of reshuffling. Now, it depends on whose hands and feet are faster! "

"So, do you think there is a market for our recently completed mechs and battleships?" The fat man sprayed a thick smoke from his mouth.

"Yes!" Barbarossa nodded affirmatively: "If anyone knows what we are equipped with, the odds are only afraid that the odds will be reversed! To make money, selling weapons is a good way. The question is, can these things produce energy? You know, in the near future, we will face the military equipment that came out of Salega and the funding from the West Treaty, and the equipment developed by the free world will compete at the same time. "

"Those things ..." The fat man tilted Erlang's legs with a stinky face: "How do I compare with my design? Things that others can't, I can! As long as there is money, I dare to make anything!"

"Money?" Barbarossa smiled: "When you clear the eyes of the devil and you step into the free world, you will know that this world is full of money!"

"No, no." The fat man shook his head. "It's not me who rises strongly. It's you."

"Why?" Barbarossa looked at the fat man in confusion.

"Become a black hand behind the scenes ..." The fat man stretched out a fat hand and looked over and over with nostalgia: "It's my favorite."

"Furthermore, your identity can cooperate with Feimeng or Xiyue." The fat man raised his eyebrows and smiled insidiously, making Helen stunned. "I can't let go of the places that can benefit." At that time, it is better for us to split up again, fighting against each other for a deep sea, leaning on the Feimeng, and leaning on the West Covenant, and earning a **** vote! "

"Succumb to the West Covenant?" Barbarossa said dumbly: "It's not enough to talk about it, do you want to start on the Feimeng ship?"

"Is there anything wrong?" The fat man snorted and said with a sneer: "The ship of the Republic of Feiyang, I **** wanted to **** it!"

"Don't even let yourself go?" Barbarossa's eyes were a little loose. He felt that the fat man in front of him was the real pirate. Ruthless and fierce, turning his face faster than turning a book.

It was easy to recover, he decided to change the topic: "Oh, what about the cruiser of the Devil's Eye? Although our [Cube] is also a cruiser, the main gun is only reinforced with a destroyer-level main gun, and They ca n’t compare. ”

"It's useless to have a boat." The fat man paralyzed himself into the sofa again, moaning comfortably: "When the reconnaissance ship finds the old nest of the Demon Eye, you will know it when you fight. There are at least ten staff Plan, turn this ship into ours! "

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The DE-4541 galaxy, a reconnaissance frigate with propellers turned off, is attached to the shadow of an asteroid with a diameter of one kilometer, floating silently.

From the appearance, it can be easily distinguished that this small ship with an olive-shaped hull and two circular side-by-side main thrusters is one of the most important products of the famous Freeport Pegasus shipyard-the [Feiyu] class frigate .

This frigate is widely used in space exploration and merchant ship **** because of its low price, rapid acceleration and sharp steering. It can be said that it can be seen in most fleets sailing in the universe.

However, it is not a good thing to see a [flying fish] frigate alone in the edge channel and public galaxy, because it often means that the pirate is approaching.

In the silent universe, this reconnaissance ship hiding in the shadows is like a ghost, a lurker in the night. Its main thruster and engine have been completely shut down. There was no light in the porthole of the ship. Only when the micro-steering thrusters on both sides radiate a fleeting light from time to time as they adjust the hovering attitude of the ship can one make people believe that this is not a ghost ship.

In the silence, Karl sat in the main control room, which could only accommodate six people, and stared at the virtual screen on the main control desk with a breathless gaze.

Two days ago, Karl was instructed to board this reconnaissance ship to carry out environmental mapping on the long-lived star field of the Demon Eye Pirates. The surveying and mapping were very smooth. The interstellar map provided by the Red Beard Pirates was very detailed. Obstacle zones, short-range transition zones, asteroid belts, nebulae, etc. were all missing, and the annotation of the gravitational environment was also very detailed.

Originally, Karl should have returned the day before. But I didn't expect that when passing through the DE-4541 galaxy, I unexpectedly discovered the trace of the Devil's Eye pirate group.

Piloted by the ship was Hake, the leader of the Red Beard Pirates. Huck is fifty years old and has been in the pirate industry for more than thirty years. He knows everything about pirates. Especially good at interstellar plunder. Know every procedure in the whole process of plundering.

Huck ’s experience saved everyone ’s lives. The first time after the abnormal metal alignment information appeared on the scanner, Huck led the ship into the asteroid belt.

After a few minutes, several of the Demon Eye Pirates ’reconnaissance ships, like the ghosts of the mountain patrol, appeared in the dazzling halo of the central star of the DE-4541 galaxy.

This unexpected discovery left everyone excited. The bigger surprise is yet to come-after the reconnaissance ship continued its inspections for several hours, the four marauders and three armed merchant ships also sailed out of the galaxy and entered the lurking position along the fairway.

The emergence of these warships almost confirmed everyone's judgment. The Demon Eye Pirates actually put their base on the main channel galaxy of the Mars Commercial Channel.

Knowing that he could not leave in a while, the reconnaissance ship could only turn off the engine, hide it, and wait for the opportunity.

This is exactly sixteen hours. No lights, no entertainment, can only rely on stored electricity to maintain the minimum supply level of the maintenance system for sixteen hours.

Until a merchant fleet ended a short jump and was ready to enter the obstacle zone. The pirate group that had already ambushed the good had finally launched an attack.

At this moment, the light of the virtual screen flickered, and the faces of Karl and the crew flickered. The image uploaded from the optical far-sighted device to the virtual screen was a tragic picture.

The battle lasted for four hours, and it was almost over.

In the star-studded universe, the turbulent energy cannon fire, the explosion one after another, and the wreckage of the flying ship constitute the main tone of this picture.

The merchant fleet with two frigates, a heavy frigate and an assault ship has been completely destroyed. Under the wolves' attack by the pirates, two frigates and an assault ship have been destroyed, and the remaining heavy frigate has also been scarred.

The two interstellar camel B-class large transport ships they have guarded have been escorted by the pirate's space mech. Only a small passenger ship escaped the encirclement.

"Let's go when they finish the mess!" Huck whispered to Carl. With that, he looked at the screen again and sighed: "Phantom stream, it seems to have completely fallen down. Even Stillman dare to attack them. Hehe."

"Phantom stream?" Carl turned to look at the old pirate Huck, and suddenly felt that the name seemed familiar.

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