Volume 10 Chapter 79 Leading the Army [2]

McKinley sat down next to the fat man.

Decades of military career have given this elegant middle-aged man a lion-like calm temperament and a standard soldier's demeanor. He rested his hands on his knees, his back straight, and his shiny eyes staring at the tactical computer screen. After a moment, he said slowly: "You should understand his painstaking efforts. ”

The fat man followed McKinley's gaze to the tactical computer, silent and silent. Fingers unconsciously bounce back and forth on the virtual keyboard of the armrest, but none of the command keys are triggered.

A few minutes earlier, Hastings had been sitting here directing the battle. His thin, old hand was throbbing on the virtual keyboard, slow, but steady and calm. Under his command, the nearly 100 *-class fleets fighting on the front line, whether they were responding to cover, outflanking, or frontal attack, interspersed with assaults, were all freely retracted.

And now, he is lying in the treatment cabin of the medical mecha, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

Thinking back to Hastings' last question and his abrupt laughter, the fat man felt as if he had been choked by something.

How could he not understand Hastings' painstaking efforts?

When the old man's laughter abruptly stopped and he fainted, he stood in the command seat and watched as Margaret hugged Hastings, watched the paramedics rush up and tear his shirt for emergency treatment, and watched him be sent into the treatment chamber and soaked in the dark green liquid.

He had to use all his strength to control himself from leaving this seat

The fat man understands the old man.

Although Hastings is known as the military god of the Filipino Alliance. However, he is a human being after all, and has the same points and flaws as most soldiers.

He is patriotic, protective, tough, and regards honor as life.

As early as thirty years ago, he single-handedly sent the Republic of Feiyang to the throne of the first superpower, invincible and invincible. In terms of achievements, he has reached the pinnacle of a military career.

He could have held on to his initial inaction in this war. Let this terminally ill democratic alliance go through the flames of war; Let those soldiers who have been sharpened by peace and nourished by victory and arrogance rediscover themselves; Let countless young officers leave his shadow, grow up in the wind and rain, and be reborn with their country.

In that case, he will still be the undefeated god of war.

His achievements will become an eternal legend, and his name will become the brightest and brightest star in the military history of mankind

No one can accuse him of anything. No matter how demanding a historian is, it is impossible to ask an old man who is already terminally ill to do more and better than he is.

That would be a perfect ending to life

But he gave up.

As people gradually understood his suffering; In his position he had acquiesced to Lee's position; His body was already much weaker than at the beginning of the war, and when he entered the countdown to his life, he disregarded the infamy of leaving a democratic retrogression in history, and brazenly dissolved the upper house of the United Parliament of the Philippine League. Ignoring the collapse of his image in the minds of his admirers, he struck at the radical Feryan officer corps, expelled Liveror, led the Allied fleet of the Philippines that was most likely to be used by Liverfer southward amid popular scolding, and refused to return to Clifforn at Fairyan's most critical moment.

The fat man knows that it is all because of himself.

When Hastings chose himself as his heir, he embarked on this path of misunderstood, criticized, and even cursed without hesitation. He equipped the twelfth generation mecha to the bandit army, handed over the phantom fleet to himself, allocated seven trillion, and did everything he could for himself

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

From the moment the battle entered the stalemate stage, the fat man understood that the old man's body was actually unable to support such an intense battle at all. His fight with Sauber was a lesson for himself from the very beginning. That's why he waited for his return to go to war

He passed on his lifelong conducting experience to himself. And what he paid was the last price he wanted to pay - defeat

Thinking of this, the fat man's ears seemed to sound Hastings's laughter again. He fully understood how uncomfortable and relieved the old man was when he said the word "retreat" and doomed the outcome of this confrontation.

He used the last undefeated reputation he possessed to complete the teaching class. And the students he taught, using the word "retreat", proved that his efforts were not in vain.

McKinley quietly looked at the fat man's side. Perhaps because of the white fatness, the young Admiral Leray looks younger than his actual age.

McKinley had seen him on various occasions. He had seen this guy roll his eyes and point at Li Fo's nose on the communication channel; I've also seen this guy with a sniper rifle on the roof of the Space City in downtown Hydfeld, and I've often seen him with a simple and flattering smile, and he is only in front of Hastings.

And now, the young man had his head bowed, and his eyes were red. The soaring look was replaced by heaviness.

"Are you sure?" McKinley sighed silently and shifted the subject.

Leading this allied force was not an easy task. Even if he retreats, the fat man has to face a lot of difficulties. It can even be said that it is now more difficult to retreat than to fight head-on. After all, in front of a famous player like Sober, as long as there is a little flaw, it will be doomed.

"Nope." The fat man shook his head, looked up at the tactical computer, took a deep breath and said, "However, since he handed over this position to me, I can't let him down no matter what." ”

"Don't worry, and don't put too much pressure on yourself." McKinley patted the fat man on the shoulder.

All the while, he stood beside Hastings and the fat man, and witnessed everything Hastings taught the fat man.

He couldn't understand why Hastings had the luxury of using this epic battle as a lesson, while teaching only the fat man the basic tactics; I don't know how much the fat man will be able to learn from it. However, since this is Hastings' choice, then all he needs to do is trust and execute.

"War commanders are most jealous of impetuousness. What His Excellency the Marshal taught you, you need time to digest. McKinley said, "Remember, there is me by your side, General Russell and all the generals who follow the marshal." We are all your supporters at any time"

The fat man raised his head and looked into McKinley's eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly hooking an arc.

Even though it was just a smile, McKinley felt that the fat man who drove a tattered mech to challenge the entire Desik Hunter Mech Regiment, surrendered in tears and beat the enemy commander to death in tears, was back.

"So," the fat man was about to speak, when suddenly there was a commotion beside him.

The fat man turned his head to glance in the direction where the noise came from, and said to McKinley, "General McKinley, I'm afraid some people don't think the same way as you."

McKinley looked back in surprise and saw a group of Filipino generals striding over, despite the military police's stops.

Led by none other than Ballas and Tsuyoshi Fujii.

"General McKinley," as soon as he walked in front of him, Barras automatically filtered the fat man in the command seat, and said to McKinley, "What happened to Your Excellency the Marshal?" ”

"The marshal is unwell, and the medical team is treating him. I don't know the specifics. McKinley narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze swept over the faces of the generals who looked unkind, and said lightly, "Now is the extraordinary time to engage the enemy army, and about the marshal's illness, let's talk about it when the battle is over." ”

"Combat time?" Barras smiled coldly: "I would like to ask the general, since it is a time of battle, why did you leave us in the base camp and not let us go back to command the battle?" ”

Barras's words immediately attracted the unanimous echo of the other Filipino League generals.

"yes, what do you mean by leaving us here?"

"What crime have we committed?"

“”

The entire command platform was suddenly in chaos.

"Generals," McKinley scolded, looking at everything in front of him, "please pay attention to your words and deeds. Now is not the time to discuss this. What are you supposed to do is stay in your position and wait for the battle to end? ”

"Fighting?" Fujii Tsuyoshi sneered and stepped out of the crowd: "Who commanded the battle?" ”

He turned his head to the fat man, looked up and down with disdain, and asked knowingly, "Is this General Tian?" ”

"Yes," McKinley said with a stern face.

As soon as McKinley's words fell, he saw Fujii Tsuyoshi raise his head and say loudly in a tone that was more crisp than his: "I'm sorry, I refuse to recognize his command."

Fujii's words were like a bomb falling into deep water, setting off a monstrous giant for a while*.

Refusing to recognize command, this is almost the Lane people openly declaring their separation from the Southeastern Coalition

The atmosphere became unusually tense for a while.

"Fujii" not only the people around him were dumbfounded, even Macchia didn't expect Fujii to do this at all, he stood next to Fujii Tsuyoshi and whispered, "Why are you ........"

"I don't mean to break away from the coalition forces," Fujii Tsuyoshi said lightly: "Don't say that I'm still in the base camp now, someone can clean me up with an order." Even if I was in my own fleet, I didn't want to lead the fleet out of the coalition at such a time. ”

He looked around, his gaze finally fell on the honest fat man's face, and smiled coldly: "I just refuse to recognize the command of this General Tian." ”

"Why?"

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound, but saw the fat man poking his head out, with a curious face.

"Because you are not worthy to replace Field Marshal Hastings to fight against Sober," Fujii said with a grim face, "In any case, I will not let the command of the Southeast Coalition Army fall into the hands of a villain who flees without firing a single shot in order to preserve his own strength, which makes the Coalition Army so passive now."