Chapter 60: Dizzy (Part 1)

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

While he was still running wildly with a group of children in the residential garden, he was tired of watching the old-fashioned plot of saving the world by one person 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 three years older than him in a community was wearing a bed sheet as a cloak, wearing a military cap with a stack of newspapers, and standing on the steps with a wooden stick, claiming that he would become a hero who saved the world, the precocious and annoying little fat man splashed cold water with his nose and said happily that the person who is a savior is either a god or a lunatic.

The angry child is certainly not a god, so the fat man was beaten up by a group of little lunatics and went home crying.

The fat man's own ideal is unspeakable. He has always carefully protected the great ideal of being a little landlord bully who bullies men and women with his own legs, and has worked hard to do so. However, at that time, he obviously did not have a bunch of dog-legged thugs who were enough to intimidate an eight-year-old boy, so that disaster came from his mouth, he was beaten by a crowd, and died.

Now, the fat man always has his own thug. However, the bully's dream seems to be far away, but the path to mental illness is getting stronger and stronger.

Few people in this world know what kind of force he had accumulated after his hair was soaked in sweat. When the fat man, whose hair was soaked in sweat, came out of the sealed elevator of the Red Beard Pirate Base until now, he had accumulated it stingy and greedy.

The broken paper full of deduction symbols seemed to be the only reason why he persisted until now and never gave up until he died.

He believed that he solved the problem.

Starting from entering the special forces and mechanic training camp, I experienced twenty-one escape alone, and then by chance I entered the most confidential military laboratory of Lerey, and found countless life-saving skills from the central computer to enrich myself...

The fat man himself didn't know how he got to where he got to this point step by step.

When a destroyer named Bolan Rose entered the Mars*** channel, Hamilton was standing on the Lere Congress podium and joined hundreds of Lere elites to promote a proposal called "Seed Project".

When the Longbow Local Fleet of the Federation of Salega resolutely followed Admiral Tolstoy and faced the Seuss Fleet crossing the border in the bright starry sky, the Chuckner Army was undercurrents and silently planning to justify itself.

When Hastings pondered and fell a piece on the interstellar map of human beings, the fat man was leading the bandit army unreasonably to break into eleven forces, and to take Mars' most precious Frankenstein into his pocket.

Time and space, as well as the characters in it, are intertwined with the steps of fate, thousands of threads, but in the same direction, gradually wrapping tightly and twisting into a rope.

A year ago, the fat man dared not expect that he would have the possibility of changing the course of the war.

A year later, his strength was enough to sweep away the troops!

In his hands, there are thirty armored divisions who have included Mars' best civilian e-motors and are undergoing strict military training and mecha martial arts training every day! There are twelve fleets that have completed warship modifications, possess stealth technology and split technology, and can pass through the lowest-level e-class waterway.

More importantly, he also has the support of Hastings and the entire Chuckner, as well as the upcoming rampage and super space carrier!

Few people can truly understand the details of the bandit army.

Not to mention the Western Conference, even the members of the Fei League only know the name of the bandit army. They know nothing about the power behind this name!

Since the FYAN Joint Parliament tried to use the Humphrey fleet captured by the bandit army as the trophy of the FYAN League, the fat man covered the entire Mars tightly and covered it tightly.

He understands the principle of not showing off his wealth more than anyone else - a wolf hiding in the dark is always more dangerous than a conspicuous lion.

The fat man's evil taste made him choose to be a wolf without hesitation... a cunning and hidden fat wolf!

The bandit army has grinded its minions to a sharp and sharp edge. After the Longbow and Leifeng Star Battle, the fat man has enough reason to believe that the bandit army that has grown up in the war has enough power. Once all of them are equipped with rampant mechas and new aircraft carriers and roaring out of the cage, the whole world will be trembling!

The world was trembling, and this thought alone had made people look charming and climaxed! From this moment on, the fat man decided to be a lunatic who dominated the whole world!

Only a madman can save Lere!

"The jumping technology has theoretically completed the final calculation," Milan took the fat man's hand and walked towards Boswell's room. "However, our test spacecraft has not completed the final modification."

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

"Thirty percent. At least one week." After Milan heard Boswell's "Please enter" sound from the communicator, he entered his fingerprint and password and activated the automatic door.

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

What appeared in front of him was not the ordinary laboratory as imagined, but a magnificent hall.

The hall is fifty meters wide, nearly a hundred meters deep, forty meters high, and not even a pillar in the middle. On the arched dome, hundreds of shadowless lights arranged in squares illuminate the entire room!

A silver-white spacecraft as big as a shuttle, suspended on the central platform. Countless instruments and robotic arms surround it tightly. Dozens of Lere scientists and mechanics were busy on and off the spacecraft.

At a depth of six hundred meters below this, Chuckner's First Military Academy gave Boswell a shipyard!

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

"Teacher!" the fat man shouted respectfully.

"Come up." Boswell stopped in front of the fat man, waved his hand, and asked the fat man and Milan to stand on the console together. Then, without saying a word, he pushed the joystick and floated towards the place where the spacecraft was.

"Is this our test spaceship? Take us to the new star field?" The fat man held Milan's hand and looked at the silver-white spaceship in front of him in a daze. Judging from the appearance, this aircraft with delicate metallic luster and graceful lines was simply an exquisite work of art. It is better to say that it is a spaceship than an enlarged space fighter.

It floats gracefully in the air, and the slender nose is like a swan's long neck, the small triangle wings in front of the cockpit and the four-wings with an oblique x-laying tail of the fuselage, plus two parallel circular jet ports, which make people fall in love with it and feel its speed at first sight.

"Her name is Trail Blazers One. It's so beautiful, isn't it?" Boswell looked at the spaceship, as if he was looking at his own child.

The fat man hugged the old man's shoulder and nodded, "Yes!"

"What are you doing?" Boswell glanced at his proud disciple and looked at Milan again. Milan opened his innocent eyes wide and gave the fat man a fierce look.

"Do you remember the plan you told me in the car when you were in Ludrit? "The fat man looked at the spaceship and said intently.

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

"Yes! I need space technology." The fat man nodded and said, "The Atlantis star field may not last long. We must implement our plan before turning into a cemetery!"

"The new space jump technology has not yet been conducted for the final experiment!" Boswell frowned: "Theoretical data is not enough to support our plan. You must know that we will most likely fail!"

"But we have to give it a try." The fat man took a deep breath: "There is still one month left. If we give our all, we may be able to delay the time when the Sheldon fleet attacks the Newton Galaxy until two months later."

"Time is too tight!" Milan, who was standing beside him, shook her head worriedly and said, "Even if we can successfully conduct space jump tests in a short period of time, it will take a long time to immigrate."

"We can't watch Lerey suffer a devastating blow..." The fat man grinned, his face looking like a dangerous madman: "...and I will make them anxious at all costs before we complete our plan!"

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After discussing the details of the space jump test and the plan for the immigration of Lerei federally, the fat man rushed back to the First Airport before the spacecraft took off. Through the wide dock of the airport, he saw a medical mecha and more than ten flying cars with flags of different countries entering the warship door.

The fat man didn't know what Hastings wanted to call him and Margaret back urgently this time. However, judging from so many generals from the Filipino member states, things are obviously not simple.

Half an hour before the spacecraft took off, the fat man lit a cigarette and walked slowly towards the berth.

The airport in Hanjing is always extremely busy. Outside the transparent airport shield, countless warships and transport ships are constantly commuting along the waterway.

A huge space TV, suspended above the tower. There are four square screens on both sides, with news about the victory of Lei Fengxing and the assassination of Francis, and the other sides are Chuckner's slogans.

"No matter what kind of suffering we experience, we will fight to the end! Our ancestors bless Chuckner!"

The image of this country became vivid, full of courage and vitality in this declaration, which was unwritten in President Hill's speech.

Thousands of warships gathered from various galaxies of Chuckner to the capital. Hundreds of Chuckner armored divisions and mechanic divisions flew to Hanjing in giant transport ships.

The soldiers with high morale, carrying combat bags and weapons, lined up to leave the streets of their hometown. The people who saw them waved their hands to them, and their parents watched their sons gradually drift away with tears in their eyes. The girl covered her mouth and choked and swore to wait for her lover's return.

The government and military departments cooperated with each other in an unprecedented tacit understanding. The entire country was like a chariot driving at full speed, speeding along a rugged and dangerous road.

The factory has already opened up full power, and every mecha production line and every dock are crowded with production plans. Countless mineral transport ships travel between immigration stars and resource stars, and Chuckner's strategic reserve materials have played a huge role in this era of resource exhaustion. Let the country be quickly armed!

The cities of all planets, including the Capital Star, have become military fortresses filled with air raid shelters, underground bunkers and missile bases. Every Chuckner family has prepared medical bags, compressed food and drinking water. The private mechas are gathered together by middle-aged and elderly men with hot tempers for modification.

Perhaps the mecha that has only been equipped with simple armor cannot be an opponent of military mechas. However, this at least shows the attitude of this country - to fight to the end! The fat man likes these irritable guys. He knows that the bloodiness of this country has been completely aroused. They will fight side by side with the Lere Federation!

What I am going to go to Feiyang is a country that is far more difficult to change than Chuckner. There, some opponents are more vicious and cruel than Sero's enemies!

Perhaps, it is time to change to a more arrogant and intense way to sober the arrogant country.

Walking into President Chuckner Hill's President spacecraft and taking the elevator to the tenth floor of the bridge, the fat man saw Margaret's lonely and sad figure in the corridor at a glance.
Chapter completed!