Volume 10, Chapter 70, Lesson 1

The fat man's mind went blank at this moment.

Hastings sat right in front of him. His face was as pale as paper, but there was a sickly blush on his cheeks. He stared at himself, his eyes a little bloodshot. The wrinkles on the forehead and the corners of the eyes are getting deeper and deeper because of the emaciation after serious illness, and the whole person looks like a residual candle in the wind, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

My arm has been scratched and hurts.

At this time, it seemed that although the old man in front of him was terminally ill, he was also an army soldier many years ago. He was a squad leader, a platoon commander, personally led his subordinates to fight the enemy on the battlefield, cut the enemy's throat with his own hands, and kicked and crushed the enemy's ribs.

Although he was old, his legs were disabled during the war, and the backs of his hands and arms looked scrawny. However, his palms were still wide and powerful.

It's a veteran's hand

"Your sickness," the fat man glared at Hastings in disbelief, "old man, what are you kidding me at this time?" ”。

"Originally, I wanted to hold out for a while, but I'm still old after all, and I can't do it." Hastings smiled faintly and let go of the fat man's hand. He stared at the Xiyue battleship on the main screen of Skynet, his shriveled chest rose and fell sharply twice, and he stabilized his breath, and then said in a hoarse and low voice: "I didn't expect to live until the end of this war, so if I can't hold on, I don't want to hold on." ”

He turned his head to look at the fat man, and seemed to smile: "For the rest, you take it." ”

"Top fart," the fat man gritted his teeth and glared: "I said that if you want to pick a son, you must at least cripple Sober." The rest of the time is to kill them all, beat the water dogs, and then ride a white horse with red flowers in high spirits to accept the cheers, this difficult task is for me to be Margaret's dowry, okay? ”

In the command hall of the battleship, the staff officers began their busy work again. The generals of the Filipino League stood not far away, whispering in groups. From time to time, everyone would glance at the old and young people in the command seat. No one knew what Hastings and the fat man were talking about. In their eyes, the two were just chatting. Like a pair of grandchildren who haven't seen each other for a long time, whispering some inconsequential gossip.

"Originally, I thought the same thing," Hastings said expressionlessly: "Kill Sober, kill William III, kill Liver, and then annex the Western Covenant, and then annex the countries of the Filipino Alliance, change the democratic republic to the imperial system, you will be the emperor, Margaret will be the queen, and unify the whole universe"

"Stop" the fat man was angry.

"It's a pity, my body can't stand it." The old man ignored the fat man, sighed regretfully, and said leisurely.

"He's **, you're angry, aren't you" The fat man's eyes were red.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and sighed at the same time.

"Thank you, fat man." Hastings said sincerely.

"Thank you for cleaning up the mess for you?" The fat man frowned and clasped his fingernails vigorously.

"If it weren't for you, perhaps I would be in the hospital in Heidfeld right now, lying in a hospital bed, waiting for death to come," Hastings said, a trace of pain on his face, his hands clutching the armrests bruised. However, all this was only fleeting, and after a while, he returned to normal, and others could not see the slightest clue, "For me, listening to the mercy of others in the hospital bed and relying on instruments to survive is more uncomfortable than death." ”

He looked at the fat man with a smile in his eyes: "I am the god of war, Hastings, how can I die so vulgarly." ”

"You mean, the biggest benefit of my presence for you is that you don't have to be at the mercy of people in a hospital bed?" The fat man sighed and sat down next to him, "If I were you, I wouldn't come to the southeast if I met anyone."

"Why?" Hastings asked.

"Lying on the hospital bed, I don't have to worry about anything, and there are beautiful nurses who rub my back and bathe, pick my pants and peek at my ass and then prick me with needles" The fat man was leisurely: "Touching your buttocks and eating tofu in the name of the god of war, it's better than leading a group of men to fight." ”

Hastings glared at the fat man, only to feel a suffocation in his chest.

Choosing such a replacement is more vulgar than lying on a hospital bed and dying. The name of a generation of military gods, in the hands of this fat man, is it used to touch the buttocks of female nurses?

Thinking of the ugly faces of the next generation of military gods after his death, and then thinking of his own same title of military god, Hastings's face turned pale.

"You let the fleet stop here, just wait for me?" The fat man saw that Hastings's face had changed, and quickly changed the subject.

It took a lot of effort for Hastings to resist his urge to slap the fat face in front of him, and nodded gloomily.

"Old man, you don't have to give up more than twenty strategic points when you wait for me, right?" The fat man saw Hastings nodding and screamed at once.

Before his words could land, the nervous shouts of an operations staff officer in the hall completely covered his voice.

"The front of the Western fleet, distance, 450,000 km"

450,000 km

The atmosphere in the entire command hall suddenly became tense.

So far, the Fiji Allied fleet has not moved at all in its original defensive line. The fleet of the first defense chain, which is located at the front of the fleet, is about 200,000 kilometers away from the main formation. That is to say, in fact, within half an hour, the enemy will attack the first defense chain. And if the Fiji Allied fleet were to go out at full speed now and seize several strategic points located at a distance of 300,000 kilometers, then within a quarter of an hour, a battle would break out

The whispering generals and busy staff officers all set their eyes on the big screen of Skynet. Macchia, Fujii Tsuyoshi and others took a few steps forward quickly, squeezed to the railing of the command platform and nervously watched the movements of the Western fleet.

Everyone understands that after allowing the West to break through the center line and lose 21 strategic points 400,000 kilometers away, the only remaining 14 strategic points that the Allies can rely on in the Two-Pointed Star Corridor are the left. Of these strategic points, in addition to the six in the current battle situation where the coalition forces are located, the remaining eight are distributed in an area of 20 to 35 kilometers in the left, center, and right theaters. If these strategic points are discarded again, this battle will not be fought

The sky is dangerous, the key positions are lost, and the sky is dangerous.

Judging from the Skynet screen, the Western Forward Fleet is marching in unison in the shape of a trident. 150,000 kilometers away, is the steadily upward pressure of the Sauber main formation.

In the right flank theater, a huge group of at least twenty *-class fleets has broken through the asteroid belt in front of the Ryan fleet, and is following the edge of the asteroid belt, circling farther away, obliquely approaching the Ryan Republic fleet.

The Western fleet in the center was faster than the right flank.

It was a zigzag group of forty fleets. In the center, there is a mixed ship group composed of twenty *-class fleets, the battleships that have been disassembled are concentrated in the center, and in the front are thirty mixed destroyer formations composed of cruisers and destroyers. On each wing, ten *-class fleets followed. The speed and distance of the three ship groups are extremely well maintained, and it is a near-perfect two-end assault formation.

The officers and men of the Filipino Alliance can fully imagine that when this fleet approaches within 20,000 kilometers, the driving patrol formation in front of it is scattered and charged at high speed, the huge main formation composed of 20 fleets in the center fires an all-out salvo, and the fighters released from the rear are overwhelming, and the 10 *-class fleets on the left and right will launch a surprise attack on the fleets of the Central Theater of the Filipino League.

The enemies in the right-wing theater and the central theater have already given everyone a sense of oppression.

However, when everyone saw that the left flank theater had approached the outermost satellite position of the dark brown planet codenamed [Volcano] in front of the bandits, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Sober, in the left flank theater of operations, threw in a full sixty *-class fleets

This is the sum of his fleet in the middle and right flanks

Everyone was stunned to see the data on the distribution of the strength of the Xiyo ship group, which had completely appeared on the Skynet radar, and couldn't believe their eyes. After a few moments, almost everyone turned their attention to the bandit generals.

Especially the fat man sitting next to Hastings was the focus of his gaze

"How so?"

"God, sixty *-class fleets, clearly set out to crush the left flank"

"If the left flank collapses, the entire line of defense will collapse. You didn't notice? The left wing [Volcano] planet is condescending, it is the key position of our first defense chain, once it is broken, Xiyue will be able to take the short-range jump channel on the back of the [Volcano] star and jump directly to the back of our command cluster, at that time, we will be wiped out by the enemy on our back, which is a matter of an instant."

"It seems that Sober was angered by the bandit army just now, and he was too arrogant."

"Not only that, do you see the position of Sober's own position, the twenty fleets behind the left flank, and the twenty fleets on the left side of the central cluster, are all the reserves that Sober is preparing to throw on the left flank."

"The bandits are miserable. Sober is going to cut them down."

For a moment, there was a commotion in the command room. Standing by the railing of the command platform, Fujii Tsuyoshi and Barras and other Allied generals were already pale.

Although before that, many of them had just attacked the bandits in the pre-war conference room, and were retaliated by a beautiful ambush by the bandits. It was very unpleasant. However, this does not mean that they still have the heart to gloat over the plight of the bandits in the face of the common enemy of the Western Covenant. Because, they know better than anyone that once the left flank is crushed, it is not only the bandit army that is unlucky, but the entire defense line will collapse.

"Bandits, can you resist it? With a distance of just over 400,000 kilometers, when will Marshal Hastings wait, and what choice will he make? ”

All kinds of questions are rolling in everyone's heart.

In the command hall, there was already chaos, but on the command platform, Hastings and the fat man seemed to be oblivious to what was happening in front of them, and they were still talking......

Hearing the fat man's almost screaming voice, Hastings glanced at the fat man coldly and said, "What's wrong with the twenty-one strategic points?" If you attach more importance to strategic points than your command, then this battle will not be fought, and it will be easier for me to go back to Heidfield and wait for death. ”

The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched, and his face looked stupid.

"If you want to win, you must have the firmest belief in winning, and you have to be 10,000 times stronger than everyone else, and the obsession to pursue victory," Hastings said indifferently: "No matter who the opponent you face, how famous your record is, it's just a person." If you are a human being, you can defeat him and dare to block in front of you, you dare to slash past without the domineering spirit of killing gods and killing Buddhas, and without confidence in yourself, millions of male soldiers are just your funeral goods."

Every word of Hastings fell heavily to the ground, and there was a faint sound of metal crashing.

The look of smuggling on the fat man's face disappeared. He looked at the terminally ill and thin old man in front of him solemnly, but with only one sentence, he was not angry and domineering.

The noise in the command hall grew louder and louder, and everyone was restless.

"Remember the first lesson I taught you, natural danger is not enough"

Hastings slowly sat up straight, half-squinted, looking at the Western Advance Fleet on the big screen of Skynet, which was already approaching the 400,000-kilometer line, and pointed his finger on the virtual screen of the tactical computer in the command seat: "On your own"