Volume 10 Chapter 68 Wait for the fat man to come back

Major Mills' words were still echoing in his ears when the system radio rang out.

This time, it wasn't Skynet's electronic tone, nor was it the voice of the captain of the USS Heidfeld. The voice that echoed through the room was old and powerful, with a thick Heidefield accent, familiar to every soldier.

It was Hastings' voice.

"I am Hastings, and now the whole army is under my command. Guys, get ready to fight. ”

Felek and Sophie listened intently to the voice.

This is typical of Hastings's pre-war manifesto, short and direct. There were no long speeches, no hoarse roars. In just two sentences, it illustrates two things. One, the battle was commanded by him. Second, prepare for battle.

It was perhaps the briefest prewar mobilization the two men had ever heard. But for some reason, just as Hastings's words landed, they suddenly felt a hot blood burst out of the atrium of the suddenly pressurized heart, tumbling and surging in their chests.

Even his breathing stalled in an irrepressible agitation

The god of war, Hastings, after he led the southbound fleet to break through the blockage of the Mikami Yuto fleet in the Reske system, struck again

Last time, he faced Jeppon star Yuto Mikami.

In front of the opponent's heavy troops hiding behind the obstacle area, he commanded the fleet to break through the blocking array laid by the opponent with a precise [hour hand rotation], forcing Mikami Yuto to not dare to fight, and immediately left the battlefield.

And this time, how will he show the world his unparalleled command skills?

Felek and Sophie found that when Hastings spoke, the entire command room seemed to freeze in time. The runners stopped, the roarers put down their communicators, and the staff officers who were arguing around the electronic interstellar map also stopped the electronic pens they had drawn.

On the Skynet screen, the frenzy of Xiyue's warships is still surging towards this side, and on the close-up screen, you can clearly see their hideous gun muzzles and the ** emblems of Xiyue sprayed on the shells.

But no one looked at them.

Everyone stood in place, tilting their heads and listening to the voice.

And when his voice landed, the entire command seemed to come to life from a static picture.

The crowd in the aisle began to surge like water, the noise suddenly amplified, and the disputing staff officers in front of the interstellar map began to unceremoniously point at each other's noses, blow their beards, and stare at each other.

However, compared to the previous chaos, Sophie and Felek could clearly feel a sense of composure and calmness.

"Field Marshal Hastings, the anchor of the Filipino Alliance," as if he knew what the two were thinking, Major Mills on the side smiled slightly, and walked towards the core area first: "As long as he is standing behind us, we will have the courage to face any enemy." ”

Both Felek and Sophiezan nodded in agreement.

Since the Great War three decades ago, Hastings has been a symbol of the undefeated Filipino League. His undefeated record has become a belief of all Filipino League soldiers. Unless one day Hastings is defeated, no one can discourage the soldiers who fought with Hastings until then.

As they spoke, everyone had already walked into the core area.

The command hall in the core area is a huge room with a length and width of more than 100 meters, and the first floor is 25 meters high.

For a space carrier with a hull length of more than two thousand meters and a width of more than six hundred meters, such a room is just a dish placed on a table. However, for an ordinary person like Felek, there was no other adjective to describe his mood when he walked into the command hall except shock.

The whole hall is hexagonal.

This is the most common shape used in the design and construction of warships, which allows for maximum space savings.

Stand in the doorway and look. With the exception of the entrance side, the other five sides of the hall are made up of large floor-to-ceiling windows and mobile armor that is generally obscured from the outside, giving them an extremely open view. Walking into the hall is like walking into the void. The bright stars on the cosmic canopy, the purple, bright red and yellow mist-like nebulae in the distance, and the battleship floating like a giant whale beside him were all so clear that they seemed to be within reach.

Above the ceiling of the hall and the portholes around it, there were huge electronic lamps in the shape of countless squares. They emit a white glow that illuminates the entire command hall.

In the center of the hall is the high command platform.

Although the automatic door was located more than fifty meters from the center podium, Sophie and Felek could see Hastings at a glance.

The legendary commander sat quietly in a wheelchair in a black military uniform.

The curved railing of the command platform was full of generals from non-Allied countries. Surrounded by McKinley and a group of Filipino generals, Hastings looked extraordinarily thin. But I don't know why, as soon as they see him, people automatically ignore everyone around him. His presence, like a black hole, attracts all eyes.

Felek let out a long sigh in his heart.

This is the most legendary figure in the human world for thirty years.

Like an old lion, he crouched quietly on a high rock in the grassland. Although the years have made its hair no longer thick, its body no longer strong, its fangs no longer sharp, and even its fur is scarred.

However, it is still the king of this world.

When it half-opens its eyes in the sun, no matter how large the takin herd, it will run wildly in a panic, raising dust in the sky.

On the central command platform, Hastings stared at the large screen of Skynet in front of him, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

The generals of the Filipino Alliance standing beside him all stood awe-inspiring, and they didn't even dare to speak out. It seems that sitting next to him is not a terminally ill old man, but a beast that chooses people to eat. In the conference room, Barras and other generals could avoid his eyes and rely on Zhan Li to have the courage to attack the bandit generals, but once he sat on the command platform, no one dared to say a word in front of him.

The five-hour combat meeting did not make the old man's spirit look any sluggish.

After putting down the communicator for his pre-war speech, he turned his head towards Russell, who was beside him.

The generals watched him silently, and listened to him say to Margaret, who was standing beside him, "When will that boy come back?" ”

Many people have something bad in their hearts. The kid in Hastings's mouth is obviously the fat man of the bandits. I really don't know what kind of shit luck this guy had, deceived Margaret into it, and made Hastings so optimistic about him.

Especially the young general, who had long been fascinated by Margaret's beauty, was even more jealous.

As the old saying goes, goods are better than goods must be thrown away, and people must die more than people

How could such a beautiful woman with pale blonde hair like the spring sun and green eyes like a cat fall in love with that fat man who was born as a mechanic?

He's **, the same person doesn't have the same fate

Margaret whispered a few words to An Lei beside her, then turned around and bent down and replied, "I just received the news that he has entered the A3 galaxy. There are still six flights to go, about three hours. ”

"Taken care of over there? What is he going to do? Hastings asked lightly.

Margaret bit her lip, glanced at the allied generals around her, and said in a low voice: "The matter is settled, the Salga Federation is now led by Admiral Wang Nanxu"

"Hmm." Hastings nodded slightly.

He knows Wang Nanxu very well. If Salega is led by Wang Nanxu, then it means that the situation in Salega has stabilized. And, at least until the defeat of the Filipino Alliance, there will be no more problems of swinging from side to side.

After waiting for a long time, and not hearing Margaret's words, Hastings squinted at his granddaughter: "What? ”

"He said that he had sent the main force of the Salgar army to go," Margaret was helpless. When she first received the fat man's message, she couldn't believe her eyes. With such a difficult situation in the southeast, this guy actually let the Salga's people attack Jeppen. Not to mention that the A3 galaxy is in need of replenishment of troops, let's just say that with Salega's previous actions, at this moment, he is taking advantage of such a good thing as attacking the empty hinterland of Jeppen Territory, and it is known to any Filipino Alliance general, it will be a big storm

After a long hesitation, Margaret finally said in a voice that only Hastings could hear: "He asked Admiral Wang Nanxu to lead thirty Salga*-class fleets to attack the Jeppen Empire through the Bermuda galaxy. ”

After saying it with trepidation, Margaret observed her grandfather's face.

But I saw Hastings with his eyes half-closed, and for a long time, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Grandpa," Margaret and An Lei beside her glanced at each other, both breathing a sigh of relief, she tugged at Hastings' sleeve: "You won't blame him for messing around, right?" ”

"If he is proud to lead the Salga fleet to the A3 galaxy to show off, it will be a real nonsense." Although Hastings's tone seemed to be talking about a fat man, however, he glanced lightly into Margaret's eyes, which made Margaret's face turn red all of a sudden.

"Why, it's clear that our current strength is at a disadvantage, if we add Salga's thirty *-class fleets, we can pull the gap between our forces and Xiyo to less than thirty percent," Margaret was pierced and said a little unconvinced: "Even if he is not wrong to let Salega attack Jeppen, it can't be said that pulling in the A3 galaxy is nonsense." ”

"Compared to that guy, you're a little smaller. In the past six months, he has grown far faster than you. Hastings smiled slightly, didn't explain, only glanced at the West Fleet on the Skynet screen, and then said lightly: "Order the fleet to stand by." ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes: "Wait for the fat man to come back." ”

Hearing Hastings' words, not only the eyes of the Filipino Alliance generals beside him widened, but even the bandit generals such as Margaret, An Lei, and Blatter couldn't believe their ears.

At this moment, the three-way fleet has completed preparations to meet the enemy. The Western fleet is closing in, and their average speed is already exceeding 10,000 kilometers per minute. In other words, even if they don't accelerate, it will only take about three hours to rush to the front at the current speed.

Waiting for the fat man to come back?

Why?

Minutes and seconds passed. On the Skynet screen, Celestial's warships are rushing forward. And the time of the flagship's command center seems to be frozen

"General, the Fijian fleet still hasn't moved." Alessandro strode over to the podium and said to Sobol.

"Got it." Thorbol waved his hand lightly and stopped talking, just staring at the tactical computer screen and contemplating.

The Western generals on the side looked at each other.

No one could understand how the Filipino alliance fleet could still be so calm when its huge fleet was approaching step by step. Is this emboldened, or does Hastings simply not take the Western Coalition and Sauber into account?

"This Filipino warship is made of iron, I don't believe it, their nerves are also beaten by iron" A tall, pale-skinned, long dark brown hair and a gloomy hooked nose Admiral Binarte snorted coldly, and proudly said to several generals beside him: "If you want me to say, let's speed up now." It's hard to see how long they can stabilize, and they still have more stealth warships in ambush? ”

Everyone knows that this guy named Gibson is a general under the command of Sober, commanding the two elephant-class fleets of the Binalter Empire [Halberd] and [Spear].

Among the twenty Elephant-class fleets of the Binalt Empire, the [Halberd] and [Spear] Elephant-class fleets led by Gibson ranked among the top five. At the same time, these two Elephant-class fleets are also recognized by various countries as the two most ferocious of the Binalt fleet. Even the Storm Bear Fleet of Storm Bear Goode cannot be compared to it.

Among them, in addition to the tradition that the officers and men of the two elephant-class fleets, the halberd and the spear, have always been fierce and domineering, and they will kill everything in good times and desperately in adversity, the more important reason is that Gibson's character is far more fierce and more retributive than that of Storm Bear Goode. The officers and men under his command were intimidated by his authority, and none of them dared to disobey his orders. For everyone, it is better to fight with the enemy than to be unable to complete the tasks assigned by him or to disobey orders and fall into his hands.

Legend has it that the Marquis of Ghost Mountain, who was deeply favored by Sauber and the royal family of Binart, was a bachelor for many years because of his character. He had many women, but many more died in his wrath. So much so that although the nobles of the empire envied his powerful position, they did not dare to marry their daughters to him. There is even a legend that this Marquis Gibson has a strange and changeable personality, suffers from a kind of hysterical mania, and the castle of [Ghost Mountain] where he lives is also said to be a dark place where vampires dare to live.

Some of the legends are clear-eyed, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Some are complete nonsense. However, this also illustrates Gibson's personality in other ways.

Perhaps he wanted to tell Sober, but Gibson didn't deliberately lower his voice when he spoke.

If in the past, Sobor would have laughed at all the words and deeds of this eccentric but warlike lover, but today, Gibson's words made him feel unusually harsh.

"Shut up" Sauber's voice instantly lowered the temperature to freezing.

Gibson opened his mouth, but finally closed it firmly, and his eyes instantly turned red. The other Western generals were silent one by one.

Sober stood up, walked up to Gibson with his hands in his hands, and stared coldly into his eyes with knife-like eyes: "This day, I have waited for thirty years, and the empire has waited for thirty years. I don't care about waiting a little longer. In the face of any abnormality of the enemy, it is impossible to be too cautious. ”

He looked around with a blank look: "Don't let me hear such a stupid voice again. ”

With that, he strode around and walked to the command seat.

"Order the fleet to slow down and slowly press through." …… Originally, I wrote more than 6,000 words, but I could only send more than 4,000 words. I know that at the end of the book, more and more implicated plot characters will make the pace of the story very slow, and it is not as fast as the plot after plot at the beginning of the story. However, I don't want to leave regrets, the ending can only be written like this, slowly writing picture by picture, pulling out the things that should be explained, the characters that should appear, and finally coming together. Starting with the appearance of Mills, the characters from the early stage of the fake will also appear one by one, and they will fight side by side with the fat man. In addition, the battle of the southeast is certainly a difficult battle that requires a lot of pen and ink and chapters. I just want to make the ending a little bit complete. If all of this is brushed aside, it's a dead end. Since you have persevered, let's stick to it. If you write a scene with thousands of words a day and everyone looks uncomfortable, you might as well save it together and watch it. However, I will also pay attention to the ...... of speeding up the pace Recently, the text has been astringent, so let me adjust it. Writing and writing may be smooth