Counterfeit Hero

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Outside the huge porthole of the flagship bridge, planets suddenly emerged from the eternal darkness of the universe, coming oncoming, and then zoomed in and out and disappeared. The stellar light shone on the porthole, suddenly bright and dark. It was like a cold fire, red, but no temperature.

A total of five command halls on the upper and lower floors are illuminated by the electronic lights all over the ceiling like the day. Standing next to the railing of the circular channel on the highest floor, and looking down from the top, the ground floor hall filled with countless electronic device screens and interstellar maps is like a dream world. Changing graphics, flowing data and text, like the colorful fish in the shallow sea coral reef, are constantly swimming away.

Because the high-ranking officers gathered in the conference room to hold combat meetings, the lobby seemed to be much deserted.

The staff in front of the Skynet console were just quietly doing their work, turning their heads from time to time to look at the third floor above the hall, waiting for the meeting to end.

This jump is coming to an end, will the fleet continue to sail forward? Which corner of the dark universe is the disappearing West Fleet? The captains in the conference room, the senior officers of the General Staff and the strange generals of the bandits, what are they doing at the moment, can they find out about the West Rio fleet, or, by this time, the key to the problem is not West About the fleet, but the contradiction and mistrust between these two strange teams.

All kinds of speculations and thoughts rolled in his head, and the staff occasionally glanced at each other, and they could see the same worry from the eyes of their companions.

The suffocating atmosphere permeated from the command hall to the various departments of the entire flagship. The pilots in the parking garage were listless, the fighter navigator in the navigation tower was stunned, and the crew in the rest cabin tossed over the bed, and even the bartender in the entertainment area was a little careless when wiping the glass.

In this inexplicable depression, a staff member quickly walked out of the hangar to the suspension elevator leading to the bridge, and his companions, respectively, through the long passage, after confirming the identity by the automatic door at the end of the passage, they entered the command The fifth floor of the hall.

When passing through a combat discussion room belonging to the staff on the fifth floor, the staff member unexpectedly found that the light in the discussion room was bright. Through the glass, he saw four military officers and three men surrounded by woodcarvings in front of the tactical computer. A woman, one of them, is the sir he is familiar with, the real commander of this fleet, Tony.

The staff member couldn't help but have a meal. He looked at Tony in surprise.

Chief Tony has always been so calm and calm in his impressions, as if indifferent. But now, this young and handsome face is unrecognized. His eyes looked directly at the tactical computer screen, as if something on the screen had taken away his soul.

The staff looked at the discussion room neatly, and several staff members passing by him also followed his gaze and stopped in unison.

Between looking at each other, all people's minds have a thought at the same time.

problem occurs? !

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Tony, who had been silent for a long time in the discussion room, did not know that his expression was enough to cause panic, finally suppressed the turbulence in his heart, and smiled bitterly: "There is no doubt that our new chief is a monster."

"Tony ..." Diana sat aside, holding her chin, her eyes missing: "Are you sure you are not mistaken?"

"I know it's hard for you to accept," Tony blue eyes narrowed slightly, squinting Diana faintly: "However, can I understand your words as an insult to me?"

Diana rolled her eyes in dismay, and stopped speaking.

She is not afraid of Tony. In fact, although Tony is young, he does not have the sensitive and uncontrollable emotions of most young people. He is mature and tolerant, never competing for victory. For Diana, he is like his own brother. Even if he pointed at his nose and told him that he was insulting him, he could only smile bitterly.

However, Diana has always had absolute confidence in Tony's military literacy. Now that Tony has come to a conclusion, there is nothing controversial. Moreover, with her own military knowledge, she can fully see that everything displayed on the tactical computer screen shows that the fat man who was hanged by the errands gave orders that were faster and more accurate than Tony!

This is hard to believe, but it is an iron fact.

After entering this tactical discussion room, Tony has called up all the intelligence data and fat man's command records since this voyage. Sorting and comparing these is a hard job. Fortunately, the perfect staff system of the Phantom One Fleet is enough for Tony to assign his work directly through his authority in the tactical computer program, and get the answer within twenty minutes.

Leaving aside some conventional commands of fleet command, there are several places in the fat man's instructions that are worth noting.

Five hours ago, in the first leg. When a gravitational reef appeared at the front, the fat man ordered the fleet to travel along a precise gravitational critical line. Four and a half hours ago, in the obstacle zone of the first leg, when the radar crew reported that a meteorite group appeared in front of him, he also issued orders to the fleet at the same speed as the flagship.

In the third leg, when an electromagnetic storm appeared around him, he had already ordered to switch the communication method in advance. The communication of the fleet remained smooth. Everyone was unaware of the electromagnetic storms around them. Only the database of the electronic system faithfully recorded the storm that passed the fleet during that period of time and was sufficient to interfere with all communications.

Not only that, he also diverted his energy from the complicated instructions of the fleet to sail at high speed, commanding the reconnaissance ship to investigate all the places in the channel that might hide the West Fleet, and at the same time, commanding the fleet to constantly change according to the surrounding environment The most suitable formation to command the changing defense methods of frigates. The meticulous instructions are staggering.

If it were not for reorganizing the intelligence data at this moment and comparing it with the instructions issued by the fat man, no one could believe that he could so accurately judge from such a messy data intelligence and make a timely response.

He feels like a program code that looks like a waterfall flowing on the screen, and can be restored into a monster of war in his mind. Not only did he turn the dense code into a picture in his mind, he even looked more carefully than those who looked at the slow-motion picture, and even the churning horseshoe brought a few muddy waters.

This powerful intelligence interpretation capability is what every genius commander dreams of. This means that he can react faster than his opponents, have more thinking time, have fewer chances of making mistakes, and can make the fleet react faster and his tactical actions more precise.

With the exception of Hastings, Tony and others have not seen this ability in other people. It is absolutely not wrong to use monsters to describe fat people.

At the moment, the most silent of the four is not Garfield, but Isaac.

He has been called a genius since childhood, and the Hastings system that has been born throughout the genius is second to none. He has never thought that someone will achieve this level of intelligence interpretation. Moreover, the fat man showed more than intelligence interpretation, he also made the right decision in an instant, which means that he is still doing deduction calculations while interpreting intelligence.

When the fat man gave orders casually, Isaac stood and watched. Looking back now, he even had a feeling that it seemed that this voyage was something that had happened long ago, and the fat man would have such a performance when he came back through time.

For him, such an idea was actually a blow.

He stared staringly at the tactical computer screen, and his heart was like turning over the river. He didn't know what Tony and Diana said beside him.

"Okay," Diana said reluctantly: "I have to admit, I underestimated this guy. However, this does not mean that he has enough experience to lead the fleet to win a battle. On the battlefield, the enemy is not a meteor. Flocks or gravitational reefs. Without sufficient military talent and intelligence, inexperience or even a flawed personality, it is possible to bury the entire fleet. "

As Diana stood up,

"His ability has won my recognition. Like a football quarterback, he has enough speed, strong and basic skills. However, to win the game, he should at least show his experience and wisdom. With a deadly ball, you ca n’t control the rhythm of the game or even understand the rules of the game. Even if he is a superman, he is also a waste superman. "

Diana opened the automatic door of the tactical discussion room, glanced at the staff gathered outside the door, and said to Tony without looking back: "We should go to the meeting room. I think, now our Superman Commander He has already found the West Fleet, or he has at least made a decision, instead of just moving on until he hits his head. "

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When Tony and Diana walked into the meeting room, the room was quiet.

After seeing their chiefs, the captains all stood up to salute.

Several of the guys who speculated that Tony was imprisoned for refusing to obey orders were a little embarrassed when he saw the fat man's inadvertent glance. At the same time wondering in my heart, his voice is quite small, how could he seem to be heard by the bandit general, his ears are so smart?

But he did not know that the general Tian of the bandit army always used the heart of a villain to spend his belly. Even if they did n’t guess like this, General Tian Da ’s eyes glanced over from him were equally weird—the dog must have said bad things just now!

"How's the situation?" Tony sat down in his seat after saluting the fat man, and whispered to his chief of staff, Wei Jin.

"I haven't got any information yet," Wei Jin whispered the situation in the conference room just now, and finally said: "The captain's opinion is that if the fleet ends before reaching the fifth leg, you can't find the West. The trail about the fleet stopped. "

"Who said that?" Tony said lightly.

"Everyone said that." It seemed that Tony's tone was wrong. Wei Jin spoke in an authentic way, and quickly stopped a few captains who were ready to come together.

"Promising," Tony said with a cold face: "Give me a list, and I will promote them to the rank of the Lord."

No matter how stupid people know Tony is an irony, let alone those who have followed him for many years and know him well. For a time, the officers of the Phantom Fleet were silent, wondering why Tony, who had just been rushed to the side, was standing so firmly on the side of the fat man, and it was still at such a moment.

Is he confident in fat people, or, what does he know?

"Beep beep," the voyage recorder issued a few crisp electronic beeps, the spaceship shuddered, and the low-speed transition of the last distance ended. The front is the starting point of the fifth leg and the last obstacle zone of the Cigar Nebula.

The captains who had been whispering all the time, the bandit generals and the staff who were discussing meditation in front of the interstellar chart all raised their heads. All eyes are on the fat man.

Even An Lei, Helen and Margaret, who were present at the meeting, could not help showing a trace of worry in their eyes.

The fat man sat on the seat with his eyes and noses, and he could not see any emotions, calmly and calmly like a stone Buddha.

The fleet is adjusting its formation in accordance with the navigation plan, conducting routine ship inventory, equipment inspection and external defense detection, preparing to enter the obstacle zone of the fifth leg. Time passed by one minute and one second. Seeing that the fleet had completed preparations and slowly began to accelerate, everyone was restless.

Continue to move forward?

Suddenly, the green light of the communicator flickered, and a staff member's exclamation came suddenly.

"Discover the Naval Fleet!"

The sound, like a gust of wind, blows away the dark clouds in the sky. The entire conference room was tumultuous at once. The officers jumped from their seats and swarmed to the skynet terminal on the side of the meeting room.

It was the bandit reconnaissance ships Little Thief No. 2 and Little Thief No. 3 that returned the signal.

At the place where the fat man worked out, they finally grabbed the tail of the Sioux fleet. On the screen, the ready-to-go West Fleet, like a pack of wolves hidden in the dark, only had a few ion streamers that turned on the propeller from time to time, indicating their presence.

At the beginning of the sixth segment, the satellites of the oxtail system planet 3 found them at the projection position of planet 3, god, that is a bow that has been wound, and the nato fleet is about to launch an attack by forcing a short jump ! If there is no precaution, it will be fatal! The three planets that just happened to form a straight line gave the Nato fleet an excellent setting point!

Everyone turned their shocked and admired eyes towards the fat man sitting in Taishan. Zhizhu is holding it better than this. When everyone was uneasy, General Tian's sharp eyes had pierced this eternal night!

The West Fleet has nothing to hide!

The fat man smiled faintly, eyes shining with wisdom, quietly looking at the route map, between the brows and the breeze.

A group of idiots, if I can't find the West Fleet, I won't order to stop?

I'm so stupid? !

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