Chapter 60 Fireworks

"It seems that the rumors are true. When the war is about to break out, Marshal Hastings's precious grandson-in-law did not stay on the front line."

When he walked down the circular berth inside the mothership from the shuttle escalator, Fujii looked at the bandit shuttle not far away and a group of bandit generals walking together, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said to Lieutenant General Machia beside him.

Marcia, who looked handsome and had deep eyes, had a messy and elegant long linen hair, turned her head when she heard the sound, stared at the group of bandit generals in dark blue uniforms, and her eyes fell on the person walking in front: "The leader is General Russell."

"If there is another person in the Southeast Star Field worthy of my respect, it may be this famous Southeastern general," Fujii Takashi said lightly: "He fought well in the battle against Banning."

While talking, the two walked slowly towards the passage.

On the take-off and landing platoons of other shuttles in the huge internal port, shuttles with different signs are landing one after another. On the passages leading to the base camp of the flagship command, Allied generals wearing uniforms of different countries were walking in the same direction, nodding to each other through the passage glass.

However, when everyone saw a group of generals of the bandit army, the expressions on their faces seemed a little unnatural. Many people even slowed down, turned their heads, and pretended not to see them.

"It seems that everyone is very resentful," Machia shook his head helplessly: "Actually, from another perspective, the bandit army has already gained a lot of advantages for the Allies in the early stages of the battle."

He turned his head and looked at Takashi Fujii: "If they hadn't taken the initiative, we would not have arrived here at the same time as Sjoko. Moreover, destroying Banning's forward fleet also destroyed the space bases set up by Sjoko in several major galaxies in the Desik Empire, which greatly weakened the combat effectiveness of Sjokoko. In the face of such a record, even if they retreated to preserve their troops, there was nothing to blame, right?"

"You are generous," Fujii Takashi scoffed: "This is their territory, behind them, their borders and their people. No matter what they do, it is what they deserve! And why should we put aside the crisis of Trifran and come here to sacrifice for a country that is millions of light years away from Ryan?"

"You can't say that," Machia knew her friend's character well, and did not want to argue, and said in a gentle tone: "The so-called "the lips are gone and the teeth are cold. The Southeast War has developed to this level, and it is no longer just the responsibility of the Lere Federation. If we can win this battle..."

"You can force Sus and Jepen to withdraw from the war, change the situation of the war, connect the Southeast together, and then threaten Desik, the Naga Federation and the Binalt Empire, right?" Fujii Takashi interrupted Machia's words, and continued to say for him in one breath, sneering, "But, can we win this battle?"

His voice gradually became louder, with a resentment that was suppressed to the extreme: "The Western Journey has concentrated the strength of all member states, and the forces, supplies and morale are ten times more than ours. They occupy all the key hop points of the interstellar channel, and can draw troops from any war zone in the human interstellar territory and deploy and dispatch them in a unified manner. Their command system has been integrated two years ago, and everyone is under the command of Sober alone. From the northwest to the southeast, from Mema to Trifran, every battle in every war zone is in their precise plan. Perhaps behind Sober, more Western Journey fleets are flocking to the crowd..."

"And what about us?" Fujii Takashi looked straight into Machia's eyes, and painful anger was beating in his pupils: "We are an isolated army with only one-half of the opponent's strength. His morale was low, he formed a hasty, and he was neither united nor tacit. In order to protect their own forces, the people we came to help could retreat without firing one shot and one shot.

Our alliance was divided into corners of the interstellar territory of human beings and each was fighting on its own. If we wanted to draw troops, the time and cost were hundreds of times that of the Western Oct. We had no reinforcements or even reliable logistics supplies. General Liver and Marshal Hastings had formed two opposing command cores, and everyone didn't even know who to listen to......"

Fujii's angry voice echoed in the corridor like glass pipes. Because of the closed glass sound insulation, the Allied generals walking on the other berth passages next to him could not hear his voice, but everyone could see Fujii's angry and excited body movements.

After a long time, Fujii just put down his hand pointing to the command center and looked at Machia sadly: "Until now, are you still fantasizing about us winning this battle?"

Machia was silent and suddenly smiled: "Since I'm here, my only belief at this moment is to win this war." He gently patted Fujii's shoulder: "Let's go, my general. The meeting is about to begin."

Perhaps after venting, his mood calmed down a lot. Fujii Takashi sneered bitterly, shook his head, and walked side by side with Machia towards the command center.

After passing through the passage, taking a spacious and bright suspended elevator, and after passing the identity verification of four security doors, the two arrived at the command center.

The command center of the flagship [Hedfield] is already overcrowded.

Hundreds of staff are busy in their respective positions. Every office, conference room, and war room is full of people. They either walk quickly with documents in their hands, or surround themselves in front of the electronic sand table. The sound of footsteps, the notification sound of the Skynet system and the opening of the automatic door are mixed with the calls, and there is a lot of noise.

The central hall of the command center is a huge hexagonal room, as big as half a football field. It is densely filled with Skynet instruments. The huge central computer core processor is like a giant crystal as high as ten meters high, standing in the center of the hall, running rapidly in the flowing and flickering light.

The already crowded hall was crowded and the Allied generals who came from the fleets seemed even more crowded. Marchia and Fujii Takashi led their officers Ryan through the crowd under the guidance of a base camp staffer and walked into the conference room full of Allied officers.

Before the meeting began, in the brightly lit room, the commanders of the Allied Fleet stood or sat in groups, whispering to each other.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn.

Everyone knows that at this moment, Sober, the great enemy of the Fei Alliance, is two million kilometers away. The Siyo fleet, whose troops are twice as strong as our side, is eyeing it, and the battle is about to begin. This combat conference may be a conference that concerns the outcome of the war and the future of fate!

How will Marshal Hastings command this battle? Is the Double Star Corridor the final decisive place? What tactics will the Allied fleet adopt and how to coordinate with each other? Who will serve as the striker, who will serve as the main attacker, what should we do if the material supply is replenished, who will cover the retreat when the battle is unfavorable, and where will we retreat...

These questions must be answered in this meeting.

The commanders exchanged opinions and whispered speculation and analysis while looking around with their eyes.

Most people turned their attention to the bandit generals who became the focus of their attention as soon as they entered the conference room.

Russell, Blatt, Fervin, Robert, Mickey, Margaret, and the first general of Lerey Mihailovich who had just arrived on the front line from Lerey Federation, won the respect of everyone with his blood in the Newton Jump Point defense battle.

In addition to General Bernardote who is still in Feiyang Hospital at this moment, these remaining generals in the Lelei military almost all came out.

In addition, there are Admiral Zhang Pengcheng of Chuckner, Admiral Marshall, Lieutenant General Pang Longqi, Lieutenant General Douglas of the 19th Group Fleet of Feiyang......... Several General Feiyang even recognized officers of the Phantom Fleet such as Lecht and Tony.

However, no one saw the soul of the bandit army, the fat man who filled them with curiosity, Margaret's fiancé, Hastings's grandson-in-law, the legendary Philharmonic Alliance Army's ***, Li Fo's mortal enemy, Tian Xingjian, who escaped twenty-one four years ago.

Allied commanders exchanged glances with each other.

Before they came here to attend the meeting, they heard that Tian Xingjian was not in this bandit fleet. At first, everyone didn't believe it. After all, at such a critical moment, it was a bit unreasonable that he was not present as a core member of the bandit army and the Allied Command Group.

I'm afraid... it's not time for him to hide behind and cheat and direct others to fight to the death?

But after seeing the bandit generals, everyone was surprised to find that the news was true! The fat man was really not there. If he were there, it would definitely be impossible for such an important meeting to be without his participation.

Is it too much to be absent at a critical moment when this important war that concerns the entire Southeast begins?

Could it be that the "Le Lei Hero" who is only in his twenties has learned the life-saving philosophy of those old foxes who are afraid of death. They hide behind to observe the style and look forward to rush forward to grab the credit if they have good opportunities. If the war is not good, they will run away quickly and do not take risks, and do not take responsibility?

"I think General Tian cannot come to the meeting, so he must have a more important task."

Hearing this voice, Machia and Fujii Takashi looked in the voice, and saw that in the group of officers, it seemed that they heard the disdainful accusations of a certain Allied general. The Major General of the Feiyang Fleet, Locksani, looked angry. She looked coldly at the Allied generals beside her: "It is better to worry about General Xintian's leisurely heart. Now, it is time to start an internal strife by catching wind and shadow!"

"Catching the wind and shadows? Let's not talk about the record of more than twenty escapes in General Tian's resume. Just say that the bandit army retreated without a single shot. Can he explain?" The lieutenant general from a member of the Southwest Star Domain seemed a little angry because he was criticized in public by Loxani. "I don't know how such a person has climbed to this position!"

"That is, we are reinforcements, not cannon fodder! Why can they retreat? We will fight to the death and sacrifice the lives of our soldiers to defend their country." Another general mocked without hesitation: "Can they do it, can't we say? Besides, he is not here at such an important time, and when the war begins, can we still count on this gentleman?"

"Are you not convinced?" Locksani sneered: "General Tian's talent is proven by his record. If you are jealous and show your record, you may choose you as the ***."

"We don't have any nepotism. We can't tell whether this south is because the war situation in the Southeast is important or other reasons!" The lieutenant general of the Southwest Star Domain glanced at Margaret standing on the other end of the conference room, and slowly said insidiously: "Besides, we didn't see these achievements with our own eyes. Who knows if the collective honor is putting a gift on a person's face?"

"Yes, since you have the ability, don't hide behind you," the people next to you echoed: "Command the bandits to fight a beautiful battle, so that everyone can see with their own eyes whether it is so powerful as the legend. Should we go south to die or win this war!"

Locksani glared at these people, and when she saw that even several generals Fei Yang who were standing on the periphery was so angry that her face turned red.

In the Fei Alliance camp, such ridicule and suspicion became a tradition. The Allies and the Allies were filled with distrust. Everyone had their own little abacus. In the past, when Feiyang was dominant and Hastings was firmly in the throne of the war god, no one dared to question it.

Now as Li Fo entered the Allied Command, the fleet went south and became alone, Hastings's body was getting worse and worse, and various sounds appeared.

There are all kinds of birds in the forest. Many of the Filipino army are like generals who rely on military talents and military achievements rather than relying on military talents and achievements. They may not be very good at fighting, but they are all very powerful.

What's more, the strategy of going south was originally driven by Hastings. At this moment, facing the Western Order army two million kilometers away, if there were not many timid among these people, few who wanted to save their power, their lives and even use this as bargaining chip to invest in Li Fo, I'm afraid the fool would not believe it.

There are many people like Sijo, and there are also many such people in the country.

During the *** Power Fortress exercise, Loxani had seen Fatman's ability to choose 115 Feiyang generals through virtual deductions. He also had a deeper understanding of the bandit army through his friend Margaret. Therefore, he knew that every record of the bandit army was inseparable from Fatman.

In this powerful army of miscellaneous brands, the fat man is the soul.

His character has been completely integrated into the personality of the bandit army. Even though the fat man did not come to the front line in the battle against Banning, the bandit army attacked Zeus, lured the enemy, and killed the Hera Galaxy to attack Banning fleet, the battles they held showed their unique arrogance, cunning and madness.

Only such an army can fight such a battle! If the same combat plan is given to other Allied fleets in the current Allied Forces, it may not be possible to complete half of it, let alone fight so cleanly and beautifully.

It was precisely because he gradually understood this Lelei machine-repairing soldier from the original confrontation that Loxani was angry at the sarcasm of the Allied generals beside him.

If there is no basic trust in war and not daring to entrust your back to your allies in battle, it will be a disaster for any army.

If everyone turned a blind eye to the outstanding achievements created by an Allied general at such a critical moment, and still speculated on others' motives and arranged crimes seriously because they did not show up. How could they trust each other and work together to win this war?!

It seemed that they did not want to cause more intense conflicts before the meeting. General Medina and Lieutenant General Michelle separated Locksani and these Allied generals. While both sides parted in disagreement, they both looked at the generals of Marchia and Takashi Fujii next to them, etc.

Machia smiled bitterly, and Takashi Fujii's face was as deep as water.

The Ryan Republic is Liver's biggest supporter and the biggest victim of Hastings' departure from the main force of the Allied forces south. The Ryan fleet is the second largest group in this fleet. Therefore, fundamentally speaking, the contradictions within the coalition are caused by the resentment of the Ryans.

The atmosphere in the conference room was silent and solemn. Many Allied generals ignored it silently and scattered to the side. This short conflict cast an ominous shadow on the upcoming battle. Many people sighed in their hearts with great worries. They knew the harm of this oppositional emotion, knew its roots, but did not know how to resolve it.

"It's so sad!" Locksani walked to the porthole of the conference room, staring at the busy crowd in the command hall below the central command platform and the flashing skynet screen and said angrily: "I don't understand why these people are always prejudiced against the bandits. Are they all blind and deaf, and can't see General Tian's record?"

"In the past, General Tian Xingjian was in the Lerei Federation, and they could say that those achievements were boasted. Later, people pulled out this bandit army from the Mars*** world, starting from the Humphrey fleet, attacking Canglang Star, Lei Feng Star, O'Bone, and Sheldon... Such a record, if anyone else is a hero worshipped by the whole nation, isn't it? Why does it mean that General Tian is a lot of doubts?"

Locksani stomped her feet angrily, angrily: "It's time to not focus on combat, but stare at others and point out. It's better not to have such an allies!"

"I think this is normal." Admiral Medina lay on the railings of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a smile, looking at the busy command hall, "This should be something that the marshal had foreseeed?"

Locksanie was stunned and glanced at him suspiciously: "What does it mean?"

"We have been following the Marshal for many years. Since the outbreak of the war, the Marshal has done some work secretly. Others don't know, don't we know it?" Admiral Medina had a calm smile on his lips, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he said to Loxani: "How is Feiyang's military power now compared to the beginning of the war?"

Locksani and Lieutenant General Michelle looked at each other, frowned and thought for a while, and replied: "Although we have suffered a considerable loss in the Carlston Galaxy and Liver took away the four major galaxies, the troops we can mobilize now are not much larger than when the war began."

"Yes," General Medina smiled and said, "If you don't say anything else, just talk about us black generals. In the past two years, what day has we not been waiting for the marshal's order? Which day has we not been able to prepare supplies, train the army, exercise, and select officers?"

He said, taking out a cigar, throwing one for Michelle next to him, lit one by himself, and said with half a glance: "Although Feiyang's troops are distributed in major galaxies, all part of the Republic's defense system, and seem to be inoperable. But if the Marshal is determined, at least half of us can lead the army south, right?"

Locksani and Michelle nodded at the same time. Medina's words were like a hand, grabbing the faint confusion in their hearts from the clouds and mountains.

This time, in addition to Loxani, Medina and Michel, there were more than a dozen black generals who were deducing and confronting Fatty. However, these people only accounted for a small part of the black generals. Moreover, among the forty Feiyang fleets heading south, the fleet they led accounted for less than 30% of them.

This means that there are still many black generals and their army left by the marshal in the Feiyang Republic.

Why did the marshal do this? Is it because he hastily moved south, there is not enough preparation time, and there is not enough supply materials? Or is it because these Feiyang troops, which belong to different military regions, are important components of the major galaxy defense systems of the Republic and cannot be transferred?

This may be the case for outsiders and even most Feiyang generals. But in the eyes of these generals who have followed Hastings for many years, things are not that simple!

Only they know that the military strength of the Feiyang Republic is not so scarce that Li Fo's dozens of fleets are needed to serve as the boss! If the Marshal is willing, the army under the control of the black generals can complete the assembly and combat preparations within forty-eight hours and set off!

Because, they have been preparing for two years!

The Republic's defense system will operate as usual without them. The lean camel is larger than the horse. The total number of A-class fleets in the major military regions of the Feiyang Republic, thousands of armored divisions and fully mechanized infantry divisions cannot be seen in the sun!

At this time, when Medina raised this issue, Locksanie and Michelle immediately responded. The secret exercises conducted at the *** Power Fortress were once regarded by them as the first meeting between them and the future leaders of this group, and the horn that the battle was about to begin. But unexpectedly......

Although I have never communicated, the same problem has been lingering in their psychology for a long time.

"Why doesn't the marshal..." Locksani asked, looking at Medina.

"The Marshal's strategic arrangement has always been a thousand miles of grass, snakes, gray lines," Medina said slowly: "Whether it was the Southeast Expeditionary Fleet that went south through the four countries of Knewell, or Douglas's 19th Army's surprise attack on the Longbow Galaxy, they were just two small pieces of the Marshal's subordinates. With his foresight, how could there be no greater foreshadowing?"

He bit his cigar, his eyes shining in the smoke: "Look at how many of us, including our Feiyang's fleet, are inclined towards Lifo, and how many are famous fence-bearing?" He thrust his mouth to the side of Fujii Takashi and said quietly: "I won't say anything else, this one is Lifo's hardcore admirer..."

"Another militarist?" Locksanie curled her lips in disgust.

"That's not," Medina smiled and shook her head. "It's just that, like most young officers, he is too easy to kill and too eager."

As he said that, Medina turned his head and said, "The Marshal brought out such a group of guys and left our people to Li Fo...Do you understand?"

Locksanie blinked her eyes, Michelle swallowed, and the two of them looked at each other, their eyes lit up.

At this moment, the automatic door opened, and the thin Hastings appeared at the door accompanied by McKinley. At the same time, a white firework suddenly lit up on the huge Skynet main screen in the command center outside the porthole.
Chapter completed!