Chapter 7 Fireworks in the City

The highest-level military conference of the Lerei federal government ended within half an hour after Fatty spoke.

No one questioned it.

The Presidential Office and the Military Affairs Department finally decided to attack with all their might and restore the entire territory of Lele.

This plan is completed by Russell. He will lead the bandit fleet to complete the supply journey within six hours and rush to the central star field of Lerey.

The fat man stayed in Milok. He had more important things to complete.

The lights of Galipalan city seemed particularly prosperous this night.

Standing on the top floor of the base building, looking around, you can see red fireworks in the city shooting into the sky from time to time, and then suddenly blooming, reflecting the surroundings in a colorful way.

The night wind was slightly cold, Russell stood on the railing, looking at the lights in the city, and asked, "When will the new space jump test be carried out?"

The fat man stood beside him and sucked a cigarette, "The jumping spacecraft requires the final inspection, and the electronic ship needs to be modified. It will take about three days."

Russell nodded and suddenly said, "Give me a cigarette."

The fat man took out a cigarette, handed one to Russell, and helped him lit it.

Russell took a deep breath and exhaled the blue-gray smoke in the night wind. Seeing it drifting rapidly with the night wind, he smiled and said, "If the experiment is successful, we will be truly invincible. At that time, you will not only be a hero of the Lere Federation, but also a hero of the entire human race... Why do you want to fly the plane to test yourself?"

"I don't want to be a hero," the fat man shook his head and looked into the distance. "I'm just curious... I want to see what kind of world is outside this cage."

"Aren't you afraid of the experiment failing?" Russell turned his head and looked at the fat man.

"Fear." The fat man laughed, his cheeks twitched habitually, looking very honest and cowardly. His eyes were shining in the night, "But I'm giving it my best."

Russell looked at the fat man silently, suddenly reached out and patted him heavily on his shoulder.

After decades of twists and turns, Russell actually didn't care much whether he was promoted to the number one in the military, entered the list of famous generals, overthrew the Morton royal family, abolished the racial system, and established a country. But at this moment, he felt proud of himself for receiving a disciple like Fatty.

Although this disciple is sometimes a little confused, a bit ridiculous and uncoordinated, and his love life is also messy. He is greedy for life, fear of death, lust, money, no quality, no dignity, and no cultivation. He curses and spits on others' faces at all times. He has more problems than hair on his body, but only those who know him know that there is such a cleanest place in the depths of his heart!

How many famous generals in the world are indifferent to fame and fortune, and how many people don’t want to master greater power, control more wealth and the fate of more people, and what their fingers are aimed at, thousands of troops sweeping over?

In this cruel era of war, how many talented elites have retreated and surrendered, or after success, become cold and more keen on power.

But fat guy doesn't!

Russell knew that this guy was still the little citizen.

For that responsibility, he was playing tricks and rolling around the ground in the most difficult times, but refused to surrender.

Similarly, when he had a powerful army and was chosen as the ***erman by the most powerful person in the world, and influenced the fate of a country or even an alliance, he did not think about becoming a ***er, gaining greater power and dominating the world.

When people were amazed at his achievements, cheered or slandered his achievements, they didn't know that this guy was actually a small citizen who was looking forward to some money, a little idle, and hugged his beautiful wife to live a landlord life. He was a fat man who would tremble all over when he was afraid and cried!

In some ways, he is a genius, in some ways, he is an idiot.

He seemed not to realize that the power and power he held in his hands could make many people jealous, and many ambitious people would want to replace him and use the power in his hands to grasp the entire universe.

He just lives with all his might, for his relatives, friends, and for his own life.

Russell knows why Fatty takes the initiative to participate in the experiment of the new space jump technology.

Because the current Lerei Federation needs to find a new world. Also, because the fat man wants to see with his own eyes, the world his father and mother had seen more than 20 years ago.

For this simple and even a bit stupid reason, he insisted on driving the test spacecraft through the space jump point without considering his current status and the possible dangers of the experiment.

He was still the six-year-old. He had never grown up since the day he lost his parents.

"Fatty," Russell asked with a smile, "Do you know you're very famous now?"

The fat man smiled silly and nodded.

"I'm not talking about Lerey Federation..." Russell looked at the fat man with a little smugness, and tried his best to show his humble fat face. He couldn't help but feel funny, "The new ranking of famous generals is out, you *** No. 16."

The fat man's smile froze, his eyes widened, his eyes straightened.

Russell said leisurely: "Among the young generals, you are the best."

"Which bastard was discharged from this thing after he was full and had nothing to do," the fat man was furious and cursed: "Didn't he put me on the fire rack to roast?"

"Your reputation is very high now," Russell said with a smile: "In the past, the combat scope of the Lere Army was limited to Lere, and everyone didn't know much about you. However, since you annihilated the Cyclops Obuen and defeated Beliff in Resk, your information and battle example analysis have been printed into information and sent to the generals of the West O'Essence."

The fat man sucked a sip of cigarette hard, "Damn, I know!"

"When the news of the shelton fleet being wiped out, you may be pushed to the forefront immediately." Russell looked at the fireworks blooming in the night sky, "Western Date carefully studied the bandit army, analyzed our combat style, mechas, and ship performance, and found and implemented targeting methods. Especially Sober, you will never make the mistake of underestimating the enemy."

"Sauber's opponent is Lao Hei," the fat man said depressedly: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Martin Hastings's body does not guarantee that he will complete this war," Russell shook his head and said, "Otherwise, why would he make strategic arrangements at the beginning of the war without personally commanding even a critical battle?"

Seeing the fat man silent, Russell continued: "Does he know why he chose the battlefield with Sober in the Southeast Star Domain, and when his condition is irreversible, he changed his original intention and decided to confront Sober?"

"Because of me." The fat man held his hand on the railing and sighed softly.

Russell smiled slightly and nodded, "It seems that you understand very well yourself. If Lord Soldiers did not choose the ***, he would probably not take action until he died."

"Sauber is an invincible talent, and he is a god of military use.' Russell looked into the distance and his smile gradually faded away. "Even the God of War, there is no certainty to win. The showdown between him and Sober must be a dangerous game. Both sides will have fatal flaws in some places, and they will rack their brains to deceive their opponents, and even use dangerous moves."

"So, Marshal Hastings will never take action without knowing how long his body can last. He and Sober are both geniuses and enemies. He knows that Sober wants to defeat him, and this obsession is the only flaw he can grasp. But he just drags it all the time!"

"Sauber's obsession..." the fat man murmured.

"Sauber must be aware of this himself," Russell sighed deeply, "so he has been holding back. He only touches his hands occasionally in terms of the grand strategy of Lord God of War. He will never lead the army and take the initiative."

Russell's eyes rose to the night sky with the curling blue smoke in his hand: "He has always remembered the failure of the Sober family thirty years ago. He knew that if he wanted to defeat an opponent of Hastings, he had to defeat himself. And he took the initiative to come to the door and psychologically fell into the lower class who was eager to achieve success. This is a failure in itself."

"So, the old guy kept hanging him? Even though he knew that it would be beneficial to Syrojan. Then, while taking advantage of the young, Sober was actually very depressed, and he wanted to knock the old man to death?" The fat man felt a little crazy, "Are these two guys going to fight or falling in love?"

Russell laughed. After a long time, he looked into the distance and sighed: "In the eyes of ordinary people, Lord Hastings's actions may be stupid. But who would understand how much effort it takes to fight a decisive battle?

If the Fei League itself is still a mess, if Hastings dies before the end of the battle and no one can replace him, leading Feiyang to continue, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"The defeat is like a mountain of fall," the fat man sucked his cigarette, "Femeng will collapse faster than it is now."

"Yes!" Russell turned and leaned against the railing and sneered, "For Sober, if Hastings gave him the most favorable time to him, but instead tried to defeat his opponent head-on and make a mistake of giving up the easy and difficult things, then he was not even as good as a qualified commander. How could he hope to defeat Hastings?"

"As long as he makes this mistake," the fat man sighed, "the old guy can make him make countless mistakes again."

He threw away the cigarette butts and turned his head to look at Russell: "So, these two guys who have been obsessed with each other for a long time decided to start a war because of me, the third party?"

Russell nodded and said, "I chose the Southeast Star Domain because this is your home court. It has nothing to do with the selfishness of His Excellency Hastings. If you are from Feiyang, he will choose the battlefield in the Carlston Galaxy, and even lead Sober into Feiyang's gate."

"I understand this." said the fat man. He scratched his head, "But the question is, why did the old guy choose me for so many famous generals?"

"Do you remember the words you said just now that they were in a relationship and angry?" Russell looked at the fat man.

The fat man nodded in confusion.

"You always have a way to simplify and vulgarize the most profound things." Russell laughed: "This is a perspective from the petty class and different from them. Coupled with your military command talent, your bandit army and your unreasonable thinking are the reasons why Lord War God chose you."

Finally, Russell put on the coat in Hamid's hand beside him and said to the fat man: "Take the entire territory of Lere and arrange the defense to buy time. I will complete it. This is the only one I can help you."

He turned around and walked towards the stairs: "The rest of the journey requires you to lead the way. General Tian."

On the quiet roof, the fat man was alone, with a confused look on his face.

In the distance, thousands of fireworks are gradually blooming in the sky, gorgeous and charming.
Chapter completed!