Counterfeit Hero

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"Help .... Help! ... Goblin, I'm fighting with you ... The golden bell cover iron shirt!"

"Ah! What are you going to do, you're so sick ..."

"..... Hey Hey Hey ... I'm weak, this action is effortless ... Your grandfather they are outside?"

"Scared?"

"Afraid? The fat man is famous for his boldness. You go inquire and shout, what have I been afraid of in my life?"

"Tap lightly, fat man ... don't you know how old my mother is for the first time ?!"

"Don't bite ... well, you're ruthless! You asked for it!"

"My dear, I was wrong. Forgive me."

"Fairy, look at the stick!"

I don't know how long it has passed, the stormy room has gradually returned to calm. The dressed Margaret sat on a chair beside the bed and cut fruit. The fruit knife in her hand glowed with cold light, matching her gaze to the fat man from time to time, full of deterrence.

The fat man was dying out of light and gasped in bed pale. I can't see the majesty of playing the goblin just now.

The room was silent for a moment. For a long time, the eyes of the two met, and my heart jumped suddenly. When I opened my eyes, I felt a warm and different taste from this small space.

Margaret chewed with a blush, thinking that the fat man's fierce firepower like a heavy tank just now felt that he had no strength to cut fruit now. He bite the peeled apple into the fat man's mouth and rolled his eyes at him: "Farm!"

"Animals?" The fat man glared, breathless. "The fat man is a warrior ... in bed, it would be better to die ..... not surrender. You said ... this is A war. "

"Then you say," Margaret struck her eyes with a fruit knife, "Who won?"

The fat man looked at Margaret's radiant and moist face, only to feel that this spirit head was more terrible than the fruit knife in her hand. Backhand touched the part bitten by the witch when he was mad, finally deflated, and quickly lost the victorious posture of the nine cows and two tigers. ..draw."

When the knock came, Margaret bit her lip and twisted the fat man, and turned to open the door.

The automatic door opened and Hastings sat alone in the wheelchair at the door.

"Wake up?" Hastings opened the wheelchair and drove into the ward. His thin, pale face, and his eyes were shining.

The fat man bit the apple in his mouth and nodded happily.

This was the first time the two met, which was different from the fat man's imagination. At this moment, Hastings had no majesty. He looks more like a colleague. Moreover, there seems to be no stranger between them. As if before this, it was already very familiar.

"Don't you faint again?" Hastings smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"It depends on what you are going to say," the fat man said, holding his head weakly. "I'm not in good health and I have to listen to good news."

Margaret stood blankly at the door, surprised by the unfettered and strange conversation between the two men. She quickly recalled that it was the first time the two met and talked.

"What if I said to incorporate the bandits into the two-headed eagle unit." Hastings' wheelchair was silently approaching the bed.

The fat man rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Everyone says you're a bastard," Hastings took the wheelchair to the hospital bed, glanced at Margaret, who was crying, and sighed at the fat man, "They're right, get up."

"Oh." The fat man sat up neatly, picked a large piece of apple from his mouth and handed it to Hastings, hesitantly said: "Would you like a bite?"

The Hastings tiger waved his hand at his face, watching the fat man bite a big bite of the apple with relief, and he ate a jubilant juice.

"If I don't come, how long are you going to stay here?"

Hastings looked at the room and looked back at the fat man's face again.

"Wait until you come," the fat man said, dropping the apple core. "You came to Chakner and you came to see me. When you come one day late, I will rest one more day. Anyway, I just returned from the front line and got another shot , It is rare to have such a leisurely day. "

"Do you understand my purpose of seeing you?" Hastings smiled and looked at the fat man's eyes.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand it," the fat man glanced at Margaret who walked to the bed, and said to Hastings seriously, "However, I know that you are looking for me for more than The Hastings family. "

Margaret who had just walked to the bed was stunned. Confused, she turned her head quickly to Hastings.

There was a hint of appreciation in Hastings' eyes. He remained silent for a long time and nodded slowly. "You are right. I came here to see you, not for the Hastings family."

Margaret opened her mouth slightly.

Grandpa Hastings's physical condition is the one she knows best. Ever since she told Hastings everything about fats and how she tried to make the Hastings family and the bandit allies, Hastings always smiled and made her own idea.

And this time when he came to Chakner, in Margaret's opinion, Hastings recognized his plan and helped him. Unexpectedly, as soon as the two met, things seemed to deviate from their original direction.

"Maggie, you go out. I want to talk to General Tian alone." Hastings patted Marguerite's hand gently.

Margaret nodded characteristically and left the room obediently. When closing the door, the fat man saw that Margaret's eyes were soft and expectant.

"Maggie is actually not suitable for being the first person in Feiyang's military department," Hastings watched as the door closed. The first sentence made the fat man jump.

"Military, she is a genius." Hastings smiled at the fat man. "However, she is only a girl after all, lacking the ability to make the soldier willing to die for her, seeing her as a faith, and following her without conditions Relying on her ability is her biggest flaw. At this point, neither Sauber nor Li Fo is better than her. "

"Furthermore," Hastings gently pushed the wheelchair, picked up the fruit knife and an apple left by Margaret, and slowly cut, while saying: "I never thought of it, in order to save Hastings. The status and honour of the Sri Lankan family sacrifices the life of a girl. Margaret should have her own life, and not be imprisoned in a crisis position. "

The fat man looked at Hastings, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are really Marshal Hastings."

"I really am." Hastings nodded, looking straight.

The conversation is a bit strange, but two people, one old and one young, are serious. As if they were not talking nonsense, but a truth.

"What do you need me to do?" The fat man asked.

"End the war." Hastings carefully cut the apple without looking up. The tone was dull, as if asking the fat man to help clean up the apple peel.

"Me?" The fat man pointed his nose at his nose, and his eyes were bigger than the bull's eyes.

Hastings nodded.

"Old man, are you sure you are not in President Feiyang's office?" The fat man almost jumped out of bed.

"What do you say?" The fruit knife in Hastings' hands turned rapidly between his fingers, as if growing in his hands. The fat man has never seen anyone cut fruit so much in the clouds and water. When he wants to come, someone who can cut fruit so well, it is certainly easy to cut a fat man.

"Uh ..." The fat man swallowed. The current strength of the bandit army is enough for a local battle, but it is far from the end of the war. Not to mention Sauber, even if the face of the three men of the Resk galaxies, the bandits have no strength to fight hard. He wanted to end the war, but he never thought Hastings would put the key to ending the war on himself.

The fat man stuttered, "Who can I fight with my current body?"

"The bandit alone will certainly not work," Hastings smiled faintly. "However, if you add the Federation of Leray, the Republic of Gacharin, the Mars Freeway, and now the Republic of Chakner, and me Do you think it ’s enough? "

"Your support?" The fat man blinked his eyes, his ears completely erected. A burst of joy in my heart. The old fox finally thought of giving sweetness.

"A super fleet, five armored divisions. Twelve generations of individual armor and eleventh generation of heavy, medium and electronic mechas equipped with ten divisions." Hastings cut an apple into his mouth. , Understatement: "Do you not have the independent command of the Lerei Federation? The troops I gave to you are all equipped and trained in accordance with the two-headed eagle troops, but they do not belong to the Republic of Feiyang, this is the Hastings family Private soldiers. That is to say, in this war, you can have an independent army. "

"A super fleet, five armored divisions ... and ten armored divisions ..." The fat man suddenly felt as if he had been struck by a happy thunder.

Hastings said, "Since President Lerei Hamilton can trust you so much, I might as well help him to give you some chips. Making this decision is not easy, but after reading your information and your After the battle, I think it is worth it. The most important thing is that you have a baby I dream of in your hand. "

"Baby?" The fat man suddenly became alert. "Fart?"

Hastings looked at the fat man's anti-thief expression and waved his hand with a wry smile: "I never thought of wanting you, but I can tell you that its existence determines whether we can win this war The essential."

"The key?" The fat man's face flicked: "That guy doesn't have much skill, but has a little inherent advantage in electronics."

"If you're still content as a commando commander at the front, it's really useless," Hastings smiled a little. "However, if you want your Lerei Federation and Ma The Siers base has become stronger. I want to have a powerful skynet in war. I want your combat power and resource scheduling to exert the most power. It will be the best candidate. "

With that said, Hastings turned the wheelchair and moved to the window and said, "Do you know that in this world, there is an artificial intelligence similar to fart?"

"Another one?" The fat man was startled.

"In the Binalt Empire," Hastings sighed long. "Her name is a little girl."

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.I will make up the owed chapters. Two chapters are owed.

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