Female president's private killer

A shell with a diameter of several meters or even more than ten meters was fired at the enemy ship.

Meteor like shells, huge light masses crisscross in the sea, olive shaped head with a long thin tail, and the sparks on the shell peel off like sparks. Fighter planes fly under the sea like petrels, sometimes soaring, sometimes tumbling and diving. Thousands of fighters chased and bit each other, and the winding tail streamer and the fierce airborne shells became a mess.

The command Hall of the warship is also a busy scene. On rows of consoles, various charts are suspended, and dense text and data are scrolling.

The staff in front of the stage were busy working. They either grabbed the messenger, roared red in the face, or hurried down the aisle with documents. The sound of footsteps, the prompt sound of the system and the ring tone of the intranet phone can be heard all the time.

Everything in front of them made all the generals feel like they were in a dream.

White medical mecha is passing by.

On the transparent treatment cabin glass of the mecha, the picture of the main screen and several green words swimming like fish are reflected. One after another in the distant sea, the explosion light flashed across the porthole of the warship one after another, making the whole command console pale.

Accompanied by the noise and light, Huang Shengtian lay quietly in the treatment cabin.

Watching the medical mecha walk down the command platform and the automatic door of the command hall isolate the back of the medical staff and Huang Xiaolei, who was already crying, everyone's mind was blank.

Huang Shengtian, an old man who has been around the world for decades and is like a God, walked down his podium in such a way at this time?

"It's over." A lieutenant general's face is as white as paper. He looked at the automatic door where the medical mecha disappeared, and murmured, "why now? Why now? "

The lieutenant general's words are like a thorn, which has penetrated into the hearts of all Chinese generals.

Looking at each other, the generals were dejected for a time.

They already knew that Huang Shengtian was terminally ill, but they never dreamed that he would fall at such a critical moment.

At the moment, on the tens of nautical miles long front in the corridor of the double star Cape, the Chinese fleet is in a bloody battle with the enemy.

From the left to the middle and then to the right, the steady NATO fleet is like a huge minced meat swallowing the effective power of China.

Every minute, every second, warships turn into burning fireballs in the sea.

In terms of military strength, China is only half that of NATO. In addition, Huang Shengtian suddenly became critically ill and lost his command ability in the most difficult "stalemate" stage of the war, and the failure of the Chinese army is a foregone conclusion.

Now the battle damage ratio is 5:6.

What kind of chilling data will it be in an hour or two?

Not to mention the shortage of troops, even if the troops are twice that of NATO, who is cherda's opponent?

Is it Fang Chutian?

Ma Peiqi, radar Jun, Teng Gang almost turned to the command post at the same time. They were surprised to find that the guy had been firmly seated in Huang Shengtian's seat at some time.

"General Fang."

Zhao XiaoSuan stood beside Duan Tiandao and stared at the simple and honest young man.

As Huang Shengtian left seriously ill, the whole command hall has become a mess. Both the staff officers of the base camp and the generals of the military regions focused their attention on the command post.

Seeing Fang Chutian sitting in Huang Shengtian's position, everyone was stunned and disdained, and whispered and talked one after another.

As one of the people who know the coalition army best, Zhao XiaoSuan knows that few people in this hall will place the hope of victory on Fang Chutian, who is not outstanding.

Especially Teng Gang, a general who has a prejudice against the strategy of going south.

He believed that as long as they had the opportunity, these people would not hesitate to order the fleet to turn around and go north along the southeast main channel through the central sea area, return to Terry Blue Mountain and join the banner of Qin demon.

For them, it is not only more in their interests, but also more practical to place their hope on Qin demon, who has been famous for a long time and has maintained an invincible record against NATO, than on Fang Chutian, who has clouds and mud in both reputation and identity.

Before the war, Qin demon was the head of the five tigers in China. Now he is the commander-in-chief of the Chinese coalition army and the first person in the Chinese military after Huang Shengtian.

Although Fang Chutian is the successor designated by Huang Shengtian. However, he was not confirmed by the Chinese Supreme Command and the United Council, nor did he hold any position in the coalition command.

Although the army under his command has repeatedly defeated powerful opponents, its own strength is only 11 A-class fleets. Such a small number of troops may be enough to fight a local battle. To become the core main force of the Chinese army and lead hundreds of Chinese fleets to win the war is tantamount to a dream.

After Huang Shengtian fell, anyone with a little sense would not have fantasies about the southeast war. The situation is out of control. Now the only thing we can do is not to dream of defeating Zelda, but to find a way to preserve our troops.

Zhao XiaoSuan knows better than anyone that once Fang Chutian decides to continue the battle, the first thing he faces is the attack from within the Chinese army.

Hearing Zhao XiaoSuan's voice, Duan Tiandao turned his head.

Zhao XiaoSuan sat down beside Duan Tiandao.

Decades of military career, so that the elegant middle-aged man has a lion like calm temperament and standard military demeanor. His hands were on his knees, his back was straight, and his bright eyes stared at the tactical computer screen. After a moment, he said slowly, "you should understand his pains."

Duan Tiandao looked at the tactical computer along Zhao XiaoSuan's eyes and said nothing in silence. Fingers unconsciously bounce back and forth on the keyboard of the seat armrest, but no command key is triggered.

A few minutes ago, Huang Shengtian was sitting here commanding the battle. His thin and old hands beat on the keyboard. Although they were slow, they were calm and calm. Under his command, nearly 100 A-class fleets fighting on the front line can be easily retracted and released, whether it is supporting and covering, circuitous encircling, or frontal strong attack, interspersed with assault.

Now he is lying in the treatment cabin of the medical mecha, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Recalling Huang Shengtian's last question and his sudden stop of laughter, Duan Tiandao only felt as if he was blocked by something.

How could he not understand Huang Shengtian's pains?

When the old man's laughter suddenly stopped and fainted, he stood on the command seat, watched Huang Xiaolei hold Huang Shengtian, watched the medical staff rush up and tear his coat for emergency treatment, and watched him be sent to the treatment cabin.

He must use all his strength to control himself from leaving the seat.

Duan Tiandao knows the old man.

Although Huang Shengtian is known as the military God of China. But he is a man after all. He has the same as most soldiers and has the same problems.

He is patriotic, defends his weaknesses, is tough, and regards honor as life.

Thirty years ago, he was invincible and invincible. In terms of achievements, he has reached the peak of a military career.

He could have insisted on his initial inaction in the war. Let the ailing Democratic Alliance go through the war; Let those soldiers who have been eroded by peace and nourished by victory know themselves again; Let countless young officers leave his shelter, grow up in the wind and rain, and be reborn with their country.

In that case, he will still be the invincible God of the army.

His achievements will become an eternal legend, and his name will become the brightest and dazzling star in human military history.

No one can accuse him of anything. No harsh historian can ask an old man who is terminally ill to do more and better than him.

It will be a perfect ending.

But he gave up.

People gradually understand his difficulties; He has acquiesced in the status of Qin demon; His body was much weaker than at the beginning of the war. When he entered the countdown of his life, despite the curse of democratic retrogression in history, he boldly dissolved the upper house of the Chinese United Parliament. Regardless of his image, he collapsed in the eyes of admirers, attacked the radical Chinese officer group, expelled the Qin demon, led the fleet most likely to be used by the Qin demon southward in the curse of the people, and refused to return to the army at the most critical moment in China.

Duan Tiandao knew that all this was because of himself.

When Huang Shengtian chose himself as his successor, he embarked on the road of being misunderstood, criticized and even cursed. He loaded the 12th generation of mecha to the fierce army, handed over the phantom fleet to himself, allocated $7 trillion, and did everything he could for himself.

The battle in front of him is the last wealth he left to himself.

From the moment the battle entered the stalemate stage, Duan Tiandao understood that the old man's body could not support such an intensity of battle.

His fight with Zelda was a teaching lesson for himself from the beginning. That's why he had to wait for himself to come back.

He imparted his life's command experience to himself. And what he paid was the last price he wanted to pay... Defeat.

Thinking of this, Huang Shengtian's laughter seemed to ring out in Duan Tiandao's ear. He fully understood how uncomfortable and gratified the old man was when he said the word "retreat" and doomed the outcome of the confrontation.

He finished the class with his last unbeaten reputation.

The students he taught, using the word "retreat", proved that his efforts were not in vain.

Zhao XiaoSuan looked at the side of Duan Tiandao quietly. The young Chinese general looks younger than his actual age.

Zhao XiaoSuan has seen him on different occasions.

He saw this guy's eyes turning around and yelling at Qin demon's nose on the communication channel; I've also seen this guy murdering on the roof of high-rise buildings in the center of Beijing with a sniper gun. I often see him with a simple, honest and flattering smile. He is the only one in front of Huang Shengtian.

Now, the young man lowered his head, his eyes were red, and his flying look was replaced by heaviness.

"Are you sure?" Zhao XiaoSuan sighed silently and changed the subject.

It is not easy to lead this Chinese army.

Even if he retreats, Fang Chutian will face many difficulties. It can even be said that retreat is more difficult than frontal combat. After all, in front of a famous general like Zelda, as long as there is a flaw, it will be doomed.

"No." Duan Tiandao shook his head, looked up at the tactics and took a deep breath: "however, since he handed this position to me, I can't disappoint him anyway."

"Don't worry and don't put too much pressure on yourself." Zhao XiaoSuan patted Duan Tiandao on the shoulder.

From beginning to end, he stood beside Huang Shengtian and Duan Tiandao and witnessed what Huang Shengtian taught Duan Tiandao.

He didn't understand why Huang Shengtian lavishly used this unparalleled war as a classroom, but only taught Fang Chutian those basic tactics; I don't know how much Fang Chutian can learn from it. However, since this is Huang Shengtian's choice, all he needs to do is trust and execution.

"The most important thing for a war commander is to be impetuous. You need time to digest what the marshal taught you. " Zhao XiaoSuan said, "remember, there is me beside you, general Tianji and all the generals who follow the marshal. We are all your supporters, no matter when. "

Duan Tiandao raised his head and looked at Zhao XiaoSuan's eyes. The corners of his mouth slowly drew an arc.