Volume IX, Chapter 60, Dog's Day

The fat man never expected himself to be a savior since he was a child.

When I was still running around with a group of children in the garden of the residential area. He was tired of watching the cliché of a man saving the world on TV.

Perhaps it should be said that those male protagonists are not fat, and they are all more handsome than him.

Therefore, when a child in a neighborhood who was three years older than him wore a cloak with a sheet on his back, a military hat folded with newspapers, and stood on the steps with a wooden stick and declared that he was going to be a hero who saved the world, this precocious and annoying little fat man poured cold water on his nose and said that the person who is the savior is either a god or a psychopath.

Of course, the angry child was not a fairy, so the little fat man was beaten by a group of little neuropaths and went home crying.

The fat man's own ideals are unspeakable, and he has always carefully protected the great ideal of being a small landlord bully who bullies men and women with dog legs, and worked hard for it. However, at that time, he obviously did not have a group of dog-legged thugs who were enough to deter an eight-year-old boy, so that the trouble came out of his mouth, he was beaten by the crowd, and he died.

Now, the fat man always has his own thug. However, the dream of a bully seems to be far away. The road of neuropathy has become more and more solid.

Few people in this world know what kind of force he has stingily and greedily accumulated when the fat man with sweat-soaked hair came out of the sealed elevator of the Redbeard Pirate Base to the present.

The torn piece of paper full of deduction symbols seemed to be the only reason why he had persevered until now and would not give up even if he died.

He believed that he had solved the problem.

From the beginning of entering the special forces and mechanic training camp, he experienced 21 solo escapes, and then entered Lelei's most secret military laboratory by mistake, and found countless life-saving skills from the central computer to enrich himself

The fat man himself doesn't know how he got to where he is now.

When a destroyer, the Bethle Rose, entered the Free Passage of Mars, Hamilton was standing on the podium of the Leray Congress, joining hundreds of Leray elites to promote a proposal called the "Seed Plan".

When the longbow local fleet of the Salga Federation resolutely followed Admiral Tolstoy and faced the Suss fleet crossing the border in the bright starry sky, the Chackner military headquarters was surging in the undercurrent and silently plotting to make a name for itself.

When Hastings, groaning, dropped a chess piece on the interstellar map of mankind, the fat man was leading the bandit army to use the road unreasonably to break into eleven power territories in a row. Take Mars's most precious Frankenstein into your pocket.

Time and space, as well as the characters in it, are just intertwined with the footsteps of fate, inextricably linked, but in the same direction, gradually entwined and twisted into a rope.

A year ago, the fat man did not dare to expect that he could change the course of the war.

A year later, the strength in his hands was enough to sweep away thousands of troops!

In his hands, there are thirty armored divisions that have collected the best civilian fighters of Mars and are undergoing rigorous military training and mecha martial arts training every day! There are twelve fleets that have completed the conversion of warships, possess stealth technology and split technology, and are able to freely navigate the lowest-level E-class fairway.

What's more, he also has the support of Hastings and all of Chuckner, as well as the rampage and super space carriers that will be equipped soon!

Few people can really find out the details of the bandit army.

Not to mention the Western Covenant, even the member countries of the Filipino League only know the name of the bandits. I don't know anything about what kind of power is behind this name!

Ever since the Phaillon United Council tried to take the Humphrey fleet, which had been captured by the bandits, as a trophy of the Filipino Alliance, the Fat Man had covered the entire Mars. Tightly covered.

He understands better than anyone the principle of keeping money hidden, and he knows better than anyone else that a wolf hiding in the shadows is always more dangerous than a lion that stands out.

The bad taste of the fat man made him choose to be a wolf without hesitation, a cunning and hidden fat wolf!

The current bandit army has sharpened its minions. After the battle of Longbow and Leifeng Star, the fat man had enough reason to believe that the bandit army that had grown up in the war had enough strength. Once all of them are equipped with rampaging mechs and new aircraft carriers, and roar out of the cage, the whole world will tremble!

Makes the world tremble, this thought is already a silky climax just by imagining! From this moment on, the fat man decided to be a neurotic who controlled the whole world!

Only a madman can save Lelei!

"The jumping technique has theoretically completed the final calculations," Milan said, taking the fat man's hand and walking towards Boswell's room, "but our test ship has not yet completed the final modifications. ”

"How much progress is missing?" The fat man gently rang Boswell's room doorbell.

"Thirty percent. At least a week. Milan entered his fingerprint and password after Boswell's "please enter" sound from the communicator, and activated the automatic door.

Walking into Boswell's room, the fat man was startled by the sight in front of him.

What appeared in front of him was not an ordinary laboratory as he imagined, but a magnificent and majestic hall.

The hall is fifty meters wide, nearly 100 meters deep, and forty meters high, and there is not even a single pillar in the middle.

A silvery-white spaceship the size of a shuttle, hovering on a central platform. Countless instruments and robotic arms. Tightly around it. Dozens of Leray scientists and mechanics are busy up and down the spacecraft.

At a depth of 600 meters underground, the First Military Academy of Chuckner gave Boswell a shipyard!

A console lifted by an automatic robotic arm leaned towards the automatic door. There were still a full twenty meters away, and Boswell waved at the fat man through the transparent radiation-proof glass.

"Teacher!" The fat man exclaimed respectfully.

"Come up." Boswell stopped in front of the fat man, beckoned him to stand on the console with Milan, and then, without saying a word, pushed the control stick and floated towards the place where the ship was.

"This is our test ship? Take us to a new star field? The fat man took Milan's hand and looked at the silver-white spaceship in front of him intently. In terms of appearance, this flying machine, which exudes a delicate metallic luster and has beautiful lines, is simply a beautiful work of art. It's a spaceship, but it's a magnified space fighter.

It is elegantly suspended in mid-air, the slender nose is like a swan's long neck, the small triangular wings in front of the cockpit and the four wings of the fuselage tail obliquely swept by the four wings, plus two juxtaposed circular ** mouths, people can't help but fall in love with it at first sight and feel its speed.

"Her name is Trailblazer One. Beautiful, isn't it? "Boswell looks at the spaceship like he looks at his own child.

The fat man put his arm around the old man's shoulders. Nodding his head, "Yes!" ”

"What are you doing?" Boswell glanced at his proud disciple and then at Milan. Milan's innocent eyes widened and gave the fat man a fierce look.

"Remember the plan you told me in the car when I was in Ludrite?" The fat man looked at the spaceship and said intently.

"Looking for a new Garden of Eden?" Boswell looked back and stared at the fat man.

"Yes! I need space technology. The fat man nodded and said, "Atlantis Star Field, I'm afraid it won't last long, we must execute our plan before it becomes a graveyard!" ”

"The new space jumping technology has not yet been put to the last test!" Boswell frowned: "The theoretical data is not enough to support our plan, you know." We are likely to fail! ”

"But we'll have to give it a try." The fat man took a deep breath: "There is still a month to go, and if we do our best, we may be able to delay the Sheldon fleet's attack on the Newton system to two months later." ”

"Time is running out!" Milan on the side shook his head worriedly: "Even if we can successfully carry out the space jump experiment in a short period of time, it will take a long time for immigrants"

"We can't afford to watch Leray suffer a devastating blow" the fat man grinned, and the expression on his face looked like that of a dangerous madman: "And until we finish our plan, I will do whatever it takes to burn them out!" ”

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After discussing a series of things with Boswell about the details of the space jump test and the plan for the immigration of the Leray Federation, the fat man rushed back to the first airport before the spacecraft took off. Walking through the wide dock of the airport, he saw a medical mecha and more than a dozen flying cars with flags of different countries driving into the door of the battleship.

The fat man didn't know what Hastings wanted to do this time when he and Margaret were urgently summoned back. However, judging from the generals of so many Filipino alliance member states, it is clear that things are not simple.

There was still half an hour before the spacecraft took off, and the fat man lit a cigarette and slowly walked towards the berth.

The airport in Hanking is always very busy. Outside the transparent airport shield, countless warships and transport ships are coming and going along the waterway.

A huge space TV, suspended above the buoy tower. The four sides of the boxy screen, on two sides are the news about the victory of Lei Feng Xing and the assassination of Francis, and on the other two sides, there are Chuckner's slogans.

"No matter what kind of suffering we go through, we will fight to the end! Fathers and fathers bless Chuckna! ”

The image of the country, in this manifesto that ended with President Hill's speech, is brought to life, full of courage and vigor.

Thousands of warships, assembled from various systems in Chacna's galaxy towards the capital. Hundreds of Chackner Panzer Divisions and Mechanized Divisions, aboard giant transport ships, flew to Hanjing.

The scrappy soldiers, carrying battle bags and weapons, left in line from the streets of their hometowns. The people who saw them off waved at them, and the parents watched their son drift away with tears in their eyes. The girl covered her mouth and choked up and swore to wait for her lover's return.

The government and the military department have worked together as never before, and the whole country is like a chariot with full horsepower, speeding along the bumpy and dangerous roads.

The factory is already running at full capacity, and every mecha production line, every shipyard, is packed with production plans. Countless mineral carriers, traveling between the immigrant and resource stars, Chuckner's strategic reserve materials, played a huge role in this era of resource depletion. Let the country, quickly, be armed!

The cities of all planets, including the capital star, have been turned into military fortresses filled with bomb shelters, underground bunkers and missile bases. Every Chakner family has prepared a medical kit, compressed food and drinking water. The private mecha was gathered by those hot-tempered middle-aged and elderly men for modification.

Perhaps a mecha with only simple armor cannot be an opponent of a military mecha. However, this at least shows the attitude of this country - fight to the end! The fat man likes these grumpy guys, and he knows that the bloody nature of this country has been fully stimulated. They will fight side by side with the Leray Federation!

And when he goes to Feiyan, he will face a country that is far more difficult to change than Chakner. There, there are opponents, more vicious and more ferocious than the enemies of Siyo!

Perhaps, it is time to change to a more brutal and fierce way to sober up that arrogant country.

Walking into the President spaceship of President Chuckner Hill and taking the elevator up to the tenth floor of the bridge, the fat man saw at a glance the lonely and sad shadow of Margaret in the corridor.

"How is he?" The fat man gently hugged Margaret's weak and helpless body and looked through the window into the sterile ward.

Hastings' thin body lay quietly on a hospital bed covered with white sheets, his eyes closed, his face pale, and his body full of various tubes. A tear fell on his hand, cool, like a raindrop on a winter night. Margaret, who was already in tears, turned around abruptly, buried herself in the fat man's arms, and choked up.

"Grandpa was already better, but," Margaret's voice choked and choked, "President Francis's death made his illness worse. Uncle Francis was my grandfather's most trusted person. My grandfather has always asked for stronger protection for the president, but he didn't think about it, he was not in Feiyang, and what he was worried about still happened! ”

The spaceship, swaying slightly, gradually left the dock outside the porthole on the other side of the aisle. One after another, the warships of Chuckner and Feiyan guarded the luxurious ship.

The fat man raised his head and looked at Hastings on the hospital bed, he couldn't believe that this old man who was as thin as a child was the pillar of optimus for the entire Filipino League, and before he knew it, he had gritted his teeth.

Dog Day Lee!

Barbara on dog day! …… Ask for a commuter pass.

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