Chapter 878: first lesson

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The fat man's brain was blank at this moment.
Hastings was sitting in front of him. His face was as pale as paper, but there was a trace of sickly red on his cheeks. He stared at himself with bloodshot eyes. The wrinkles on the forehead and the corners of the eyes are getting thinner and deeper after the illness. The whole person looks like a residual candle in the wind, as if it will go out at any time.
My arm has been caught sore.
It was at this time that it seemed to me that although the old man in front of him was already ill, he was also an army soldier many years ago. As a squad leader, as a platoon leader, personally led his subordinates to fight against the enemy on the position, personally cut through the enemy's throat, kicked the enemy's ribs.
Although he was old, his legs were disabled during the war, and the back of his hands and arms looked skinny. However, his palm is still wide and powerful.
This is a pair of veteran hands!
"Your disease ..." The fat man stared at Hastings in disbelief. "Old man, what joke are you giving me at this time ?!".
"Originally I wanted to hold on for a while, but I was still old and I couldn't help myself." Hastings smiled lightly and let go of the fat man's hand. He stared at the West York battleship on the main screen of Skynet. His shriveled chest fluctuated sharply and stabilized his breath. Then he said in a hoarse voice: "I did n’t expect to live to the end of this war, so, I ca n’t hold it, and I do n’t want to hold it anymore. "
He turned his head to look at the fat man, seemingly smiling: "The rest, you are holding it."
"Fuck!" The fat man's teeth glared: "I said that you must at least pick Sorber to be crippled. You must kill the water dog and kill the water dog, and then take the arduous task of taking the red flower and riding the white horse to accept cheering. Is Margaret's dowry OK? "
In the battleship command hall, the staff began their busy work again. The Feimeng generals stood not far away, whispering in groups of three to five. From time to time, everyone will take a look at the old and the young at the command seat. No one knows what Hastings and the fat man are 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, they whispered some nonsense gossip.
"I originally thought so," Hastings said blankly: "Kill Sauber, kill William III, kill Li Fo, and then annex Western Covenant, then annex the Filipino countries, and change the democratic republic to the monarchy. , You become the emperor, Margaret becomes the queen, unifies the whole universe ... "
"Stop!" The fat man was anxiously corrupted.
"Unfortunately, I can't stand my body." The old man ignored the fat man, sighed regretfully, and said authentically.
"Damn, you're so mad ..." The fat man's eyes were red.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and sighed at the same time.
"Fat, thank you." Hastings said sincerely.
"Thanks for cleaning up the mess for you?" The fat man frowned, clasping his fingernails hard.
"If it weren't for you, maybe I would be lying in a hospital bed in Heidfield now, waiting for the arrival of Death," Hastings said, a trace of pain passing across his face, his hands clenched with blue arms. However, all of this was just fleeting. After a while, he was back to normal, and no one else could see any signs of it. "For me, listening to others at the mercy of a hospital bed and relying on instruments to persevere is more painful than death. "
He looked at the fat man with a smile in his eyes: "I am the military Hastings, how could he die so vulgar."
"You mean, the biggest benefit of my appearance is that you don't have to go to the bed to listen to people's mercy?" The fat man sighed and sat down next to him. "If I were you, I wouldn't meet anyone. Come southeast! "
"Why?" Hastings asked.
"Lying on the hospital bed, don't worry about anything, and the beautiful nurse wiped my back to take a bath, took my pants and peeked at my ass, and pricked me with a needle ......." The fat man looked leisurely: "Fight again Touching the in the name of the warlord and eating tofu is better than leading a group of men to fight. "
Hastings stared at the fat man, only feeling a sullen chest.
Choosing such a successor yourself is more vulgar than dying in a hospital bed. The name of a generation of military gods, in the hands of this fat man, is used to touch the female nurse's buttocks?
When he thought of the ugly faces of the next generation of warlords after his death, and then thought of the same title of warlord, Hastings' face was pale.
"You let the fleet stop here, just wait for me?" Fatty looked at Hastings's face and changed his subject quickly.
Hastings took a lot of effort to suppress the urge to slap his fat face in front of him, and nodded somberly.
"Old man, you don't have to give up more than twenty strategic points when you wait?" The fat man saw Hastings nod and shouted at once.
His voice hadn't reached the ground yet. In the hall, a combat staff screamed nervously, completely covering his voice.
"Foreigner of the West Atlantic Fleet, distance, 450,000 kilometers!"
450,000 kilometers!
The atmosphere in the entire command hall suddenly became tense.
So far, the Feimeng fleet has not moved at all. The first defensive chain fleet at the forefront of the fleet is about 200,000 kilometers away from the formation. This means that in fact, the enemy will attack the first defense chain within half an hour. And if the Fei Meng fleet is now dispatched at full speed to seize several strategic points located at 300,000 kilometers, then within a quarter of an hour, the battle will erupt!
The whispering generals and busy staff all turned their eyes to the big screen of Skynet. Machia, Fujii Gang and others quickly stepped forward and squeezed to the railing of the podium to watch the movement of the West Fleet nervously.
Everyone understands that after letting the West Atlantic Treaty break through the center line and throwing away 21 strategic points 400,000 kilometers away, the Allied Forces can only rely on the remaining 14 strategic points in the Double Star Corridor. Of these strategic points, in addition to the six battles where the coalition is currently located, the remaining eight are distributed in the area from 20 to 35 kilometers in the three left, center and right theaters. If you lose these strategic points again, don't fight this battle!
Naturally dangerous, lost all vital positions, but also dangerously fart.
Judging from the Skynet screen, the Sioux forward fleet is moving side by side in the shape of a trident. Behind the fifteen thousand kilometers, it was the Sauber steadily pushing up.
The right-wing theater, a huge fleet of at least twenty A-class fleets, has broken through the asteroid belt in front of the Lane fleet and is traversing further along the edge of the asteroid belt and approaching the Republic of Lane fleet obliquely.
The West Coast Fleet in the middle is faster than the right wing.
This is a zigzag fleet consisting of forty group fleets. In the center, it is a mixed fleet of 20 A-class fleets. The battleships that have been dismantled are concentrated in the center. The forward is a 30-element mixed fleet of cruisers and destroyers. Ten A-class fleets followed on both wings. The speed and distance of the three fleets are kept very well, which is a near-perfect two-sided assault array.
The Feimeng officers and soldiers can completely imagine that when this fleet is close to 20,000 kilometers, the forward driving and patrol formations are scattered to charge at high speed, and the large main array of 20 battleships in the center fires in full force and releases it from the rear. After the overwhelming fighter planes came, the ten A-class fleets on the left and right immediately followed up with a surprise attack, which would have a terrifying impact on the fleets in the central theater of the Fiji League.
The enemies in the right-wing theater and the central theater have given everyone a sense of oppression.
However, when everyone saw that the left-wing theater had approached the Naval Fleet in the outermost satellite position of the dark brown planet code-named "Volcano" in front of the bandits, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.
Sauber, even in the left-wing theater, invested a full sixty A-class fleet!
This is the sum of his investment in the fleet on the middle and right wing!
Everyone was dumbfounded at the force distribution data of the Naval fleet that had completely appeared on the Skynet radar. They couldn't believe their eyes. After a while, brush! Almost everyone turned their attention to the bandit generals.
Especially the fat man sitting beside Hastings is the focus of his eyes!
"How could this be?"
"God, sixty A-class fleets, made it clear that they would crush the left!"
"The left wing collapsed and the entire line of defense would collapse. Did you not find it? The planet on the left wing [volcano] is at the top, which is the key position of our first defense chain. Once it is breached, Xiyo can take the short-range jump channel on the back of the [volcano] star Jump directly to the back of our command cluster, and by that time, we will be enemies! The annihilation of the whole army is just a matter of moments! "
"It seems that Sauber was irritated by the bandits! The guys just now are too arrogant!"
"More than that, you see the position of Sauber's main position ... see? No, the twenty fleets behind the left wing, and the twenty fleets on the left of the central cluster, are all ready for Sauber to cast. The left wing reserve team! "
"The bandit army is miserable. Sauber is going to take them!"
For a time, there was a commotion in the command room. Standing by the railing of the podium, Fujii Gang and Baras and other allied generals were already pale.
Although before that, many of them had just made a slap in the pre-war conference room to the bandit army, and the bandit army returned with a beautiful ambush. It was very unpleasant. However, this does not mean that they are still thinking about the gloating of the bandits when facing the common enemy of the West Treaty. Because, they know better than anyone. Once the left wing is defeated, it is not just the bandits, but the entire line of defense will collapse.
"The bandit, can you withstand it ?! The distance is only more than 400,000 kilometers. When will Marshal Hastings wait, what choice will he make?"
All kinds of doubts are rolling in everyone's heart.
In the command hall, it was already a mess, but on the podium, Hastings and Fatty seemed to turn a blind eye to what was happening in front of them, still talking. .
Hearing the fat man's nearly screaming sound, Hastings squinted the fat man coldly and said, "What's wrong with the 21 strategic points? If you pay more attention to strategic points than your command, then this I do n’t have to fight anymore. I ’m more at ease to go back to Heidfield and wait for death. "
The fat man's mouth twitched, and his face looked distracted.
"If you want to win, you must have the most firm belief in winning! You must be ten thousand times stronger than everyone else in the pursuit of victory," Hastings said indifferently: "No matter who is facing the opponent What is the reputation of the record, but it ’s just an individual. It ’s a person, you can win! He dares to stand in front of you, you dare to stab it! No such domineering to kill the god, the to meet the Buddha Confidence, a million soldiers, is nothing but your funeral! "
Every word of Hastings fell heavily on the ground, with the sound of metal impact.
The sad expression on the fat man's face disappeared. He looked at the sick, skinny and skinny in front of him, but he didn't anger and domineering the old man with only one word.
The noise in the command hall is getting louder and louder, and everyone is restless.
"Remember the first lesson I taught you, natural insurance is not enough!"
Hastings slowly straightened his body, squinting halfway, looking at the Skynet's large screen, which was close to the 400,000-kilometer line, and pointed his finger on the virtual screen of the command tactical computer: "With his own ! "
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