Counterfeit Hero

"The power is ready!" The main control pilot shook his fist violently and roared with a vibrato from his chest.

As soon as his voice fell, the No. 2 pilot also shouted in a voice that was too excited to contain: "All six jets of the main thruster are fully opened! All four backup jets are opened!"

Looking at the extremely beautiful green light on the main console, in the silence of the entire main control room, an uncontrollable ecstasy stimulated everyone to tremble. Everyone understands that as long as you get through this hell gate where there is nothing you can do, the road ahead will lead straight to heaven!

"Right rudder at 1620, six thrusts for the lead vehicle. No. 3 and No. 5 steering thrusters are ignited." Chekov, who had just taken over the navigation steps from the fat man, followed the steps without hesitation and gave the order. .

The main control pilot did not hesitate for a long time: "Right rudder 1620 moment, the front vehicle has six thrusts! ... The No. 3 steering thruster is ignited, and the No. 5 steering thruster is ignited!"

As the control stick in the hands of the main control pilot slowly swung, the "Bolan Rose", whose bow had turned into a pile of iron, drew a beautiful arc in space... it shrunk and lost power. , Phoenix, behind the old destroyer.

Dozens of dense rays of white light flashed past, grazing the hull of the "Bolan Rose" and projecting into the distant universe.

On the virtual screen of the main console, the Desik cruiser, which had just moved into the attack position and was hurriedly opening fire, disappeared from the other end of the tumbling hull of the "Phoenix" destroyer.

"Keep course, full speed ahead."

At Fatty's command, the main pilot pushed the propulsion handle to the end without hesitation. After a few seconds of pause, the fully-opened jet suddenly sprayed out a dazzling stream of ions. The huge thrust caused the battleship to suddenly shoot out.

In just an instant, the "Bolan Rose" was already far away from the battlefield. When the speed of the battleship is getting faster and faster, when the enemy fleet that hastily turned has become a small dot, when the red mark on the radar that is desperately trying to pursue is getting farther and farther away. The officers and soldiers, who could no longer hold themselves back any longer, jumped up with a roar.

The entire battleship burst into cheers!

Everyone was shouting wildly, throwing their hats, taking off their coats, hugging, crying with joy, and high-fiving!

This is a miracle!

Three minutes, power preparation really only takes three minutes!

The "Bolan Rose" escaped!

There is absolutely no way the Desik cruiser and those "Okra" armed merchant ships can compete with the speed of the "Berland Rose"! The two old-fashioned destroyers in the pirate fleet, one with a damaged tail thruster and the other with a destroyed one, had a way to return to the dock on their own. Just thank God.

Really escaped!

With unbelievable ecstasy, all the crew members, full of gratitude, admiration and admiration, cast their eyes on the command podium...

...that wretched fat man who hugged the struggling Helen tightly, put his face to her chest and cried with joy. Is it the federal hero who just heroically led everyone in the middle of the sky full of artillery fire, led everyone to crash into the enemy ship, and led everyone to rush out of hell?

The cheers stopped as if they were being strangled.

Everyone looked at each other with twisted expressions as Helen pushed the fat man away, kicked him hard and left angrily. Watching the fat man who was not embarrassed at all put on an extremely confused and innocent face. Keep wiping tears of joy.

Everyone suddenly realized that this federal hero whom they had known countless times on TV and in posters was so unfamiliar. It's so familiar and friendly.

He is not the LeRae hero who always smiles on the poster, nor is he the annoying guy who messes around as soon as he gets on the ship and makes people want to kill him with a knife. He is a fat man! A fat man who likes soft things but not hard things, hates being fooled, has all the lustful habits of men, and can only let his hair be combed!

"Ahem." Chekov's adjutant coughed and said loudly: "Everyone, sit down quickly and stick to your posts!"

With a shout, the crowd suddenly dispersed.

"The damage control team reported the situation."

"Redistribute the energy supply and activate the living system. Open the third-level cabin."

"Joseph, you evil cook, if you don't make something delicious today, you will be beaten. Remember, bring out the wine you brought aboard!"

"Yulia, restart the electronic camouflage and jamming system, and activate the anti-tracking program... My dear, I love you."

"Damn it, this time you are reincarnated! Zhang San, you have owed me two hundred dollars in gambling debt for the rest of your life, it's time to pay it back?"

The "Bolan Rose", whose bow had been completely deformed, with scars all over its body, flew aimlessly into the depths of the universe amidst the commotion. In front of the battleship, the huge ribbon nebula stretching across the entire constellation Tuna exists quietly and remains unchanged forever.

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Paulson was going crazy.

When he received news from the cruiser Desik that the fat man was on another destroyer, he wanted to slap himself to death.

A space ambush is hard, and a space ambush that brings a person back alive is even harder. Therefore, for this operation, Paulson spent a lot of effort to make deductions and plans again and again, and applied to his superiors for the needed support again and again.

Nine "Crazy Flow" destroyers directly dispatched from the Bi-Na Combined Fleet stationed in the Dethik Empire, three Dethik cruisers, six old-fashioned "Phoenix" destroyers, plus those collected from pirates Dozens of armed merchant ships and torpedo boats!

Every part of the plan has received strong support and the most effective execution!

Starting from the information about the departure of Leray's special fleet, to the timing of the final jump, all details have been carefully considered. In Paulson's view, such a plan is almost foolproof!

In fact, when the Leray fleet happened to set foot on the route where he personally led the ambush, when the pirates had completely held back the Leray fleet, when three destroyers and one cruiser completed the jump at the most appropriate time, they appeared in Leray. When the fleet was facing the front, Powell himself couldn't think of any way to escape the ambush he had set!

This is just a very small fleet transporting some exchange students. Paulson thought at the time, in front of the fully charged main guns of three destroyers and one cruiser. What else could the entangled Lele people do but hang up the white flag and surrender?

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At that moment, I was so close to victory.

Then the situation got out of control. It took a turn for the worse. .

The destroyer that the fat man was on had been in a protective position on the rear flank of the flagship. As long as they hesitate a little, the ambush main fleet that relies on the inertia of the jump to advance at high speed will be able to surround them! In fact, even if they are not surrounded, these Lerey fleets have already been locked by the fully charged main guns!

What I didn't expect was that this madman-like battleship quickly used its body to stand in the middle of all the battleships and artillery fire before the ambush main fleet completed the encirclement and occupied a favorable position!

Paulson smiled bitterly. Next. The pursuit order he issued out of anxiety when he saw the enemy's flagship escaping directly led to the failure of this ambush!

In addition to killing six frigates of Leray's fleet at the cost of completely destroying ten torpedo boats and four armed merchant ships, the two were cooked ducks. All flew away!

The flagship of Leray's fleet, the "Castle Lily", went directly into the obstacle area and finally disappeared into the jumping point from which they came. And the "Bolan Rose" bravely rammed out of the heavy siege!

"Send a report to the United Fleet. Block the entire channel!" Paulson gave an order to his adjutant.

This is his only choice. Before Sobol could determine that the ambush had failed, he had to get into action. Dig three feet into the ground to find the destroyer that has been smashed into scraps of metal!

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"What if the three Binart destroyers did not pursue the "Castle Lily" at that time. Or they opened fire at the first opportunity?"

In the restaurant of the Blue Rose, Chekov asked the fat man while he was carrying a bottle of Moscow vodka that the chef had brought privately on board.

Navigators in the universe always know how to be grateful. Every time they pass through various dangerous areas in the universe, the crew members will always sincerely praise the goddess of luck and be grateful to every companion around them who pays for it.

But this time, it was not Lady Luck who led hundreds of crew members to escape. But this fat man who was misunderstood.

Therefore, taking the opportunity of the celebration, Chekov went to Fatty bluntly, apologized for his previous remarks, and announced that as long as Fatty was willing, he could change the "Bolan Rose" however he wanted. Not a single member of the crew would say no.

Of course, apart from being grateful, Chekov couldn't think of any harm to himself in letting Fatty help refit the battleship.

Chekov really saw the energy shield strength, the response and coordination speed of each system, the charging speed of the main gun cabin and turret, and the increase in firepower displayed on the console computer. He had never imagined that the "Bolan Rose", which he knew as well as his body, could be modified to tap such terrifying potential!

The general upgrade data of 15%, even compared with the destroyers of superpowers like Feiyang and Binart, will never be inferior! This was done when Fatty didn't have any more parts or time to carry out large-scale modifications. If only he could find a better shipyard, let Fatty...

Just thinking about it made Chekov tremble with excitement.

"I haven't thought about what to do..." The fat man stuffed a large piece of Milo leaf barbecue into his mouth, biting it until his mouth was full of oil: "Anyway, everyone has no chance to sit down and eat. The ship-based escape cabin can be stuffed If a few are crammed in, the rest will die together."

Chekov silently picked up the wine glass, drank it down with a sizzling sound, grinned and gasped, stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, and chewed face to face with the fat man with a red face and thick neck.

"Let's..." The fat man frowned and took a sip of wine, then made a sound, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, making a fire-breathing motion: "Where are you flying to?"

Chekov shook his head and said: "On the star map, there is the nebula of the Tuna constellation in front of it. There is an obstacle area to hide the traces. We can run along the nebula and find a place to repair the battleship first. Then we can find a way around it. Get out of this star field."

"How many jumping points are there?" Fatty asked.

Chekov sighed and said: "Two...or three."

"Two or three?!" The fat man was stunned: "Then as long as they block the jumping point, we will be the... things in the urn?"

Chekov tugged at his ears and said with a frown: "There are many other jumping points, but the problem is. Most of the jumping points are either micro jumping points or unknown jumping points, and they are too far away from us. In the obstacle course, Navigating the area would probably take a long time."

"The longer it takes, the longer it takes!" Fatty said decisively: "You have to save your life no matter what!"

"How many years do you have to fly in the obstacle zone?" Chekov drooped his eyelids.

"How many years?!" The fat man was startled.

Chekov drank a glass of wine and said, "What do you think? If it really takes a few days or weeks, why should I worry?"

"***." The fat man downed the wine in one gulp, and his face turned as red as a monkey's butt due to the strong drink. He cursed and said: "By the time we get out, the day lilies will be cold. The communications are in contact with the country." Come on, let them send a fleet to respond!"

"In such a star field, there is no space communication relay." Chekov drank like water, and said while drinking: "Even if there is, we still need to keep the communication silent, otherwise. As long as the interstellar interstellar Communication will reveal our location. They are still chasing us."

"Then if they guard the jumping point all day and don't leave, we have to stay here for one day. If they don't leave for a year...stay for a year?" The fat man felt a little dumbfounded.

Chekov shook his head and said: "In addition to the two jumping points on the main line, there is another jumping point in front of us. They cannot block that jumping point. We are going there to try our luck now."

"What's going on?" Fatty asked curiously.

"...This is an E-class jumping point. It is not on the interstellar route map. Basically, only veteran pilots who have been on this road for a long time know about it." Chekov, who was drunk, said to the chef with a stiff tongue: "...Well..., Take this dish and heat it up. Get some peanuts."

Turning around, he continued to the fat man: "But... this jumping point is leading to the Salega Federation. It is sealed by a meteorite belt and is in a very unstable state. There were signs of collapse a few years ago. Such a jumping point It's also blocked, so I'll accept it." He said. He blushed and laughed proudly.

"Bullshit!" The half-drunk fat man burped. He said angrily: "What difference does it make if such a jumping point is sealed or not? If you don't accept it, just jump in? What if you can't jump out? Besides, there is a meteorite belt!".

Chekov frowned and said, "What else? How many years can our energy and food last?"

"No, you can't die!" The fat man slapped the table.

"I have worked on space battleships all my life. I know what I can and cannot do better than you!" Chekov also slapped the table.

"Crack!" The two men slapped the table and glared at each other, and then saw Chekov throw a punch. Quickly fight into a ball.

"Hey..." Helen, who was sitting on a seat nearby, was frightened by the two drunkards rolling around. She stood aside helplessly and said to several ship officers and soldiers whose faces were red from drinking: "You guys Separate them quickly."

"What's the difference..." A major said with a loud tongue: "This is the habit of our captain. How about we ban alcohol on the ship! When they feel comfortable, they will naturally separate."

Several soldiers with arms around their backs nodded frequently in cooperation.

"Oh... you are really..." Helen stamped her feet anxiously. However, she knew that it was useless. These space soldiers who had been sailing in the lonely space for a long time and whose activities were only on ships were all like this. Every once in a while, they would always vent.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The two people fought like a dog in a lively manner. Cheers of cheers and cheers came one after another from the sidelines.

Another fist hit Chekov's face. The fat man put Chekov to the ground, added two strong kicks, and said with a big tongue, "Fight with me... I don't want to think about where the fat man was born." !”

In the midst of his triumph, Chekov, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his eyebrows and kicked the eagle...

"Ouch!" With a shrill wailing, everyone trembled and turned their heads. They really couldn't bear to watch anymore... Fat Eagle covered his crotch and knelt down.

Helen turned away funny and angrily. It was too much for these men to fight... Hearing the fat man scream so miserably, would it hurt if he kicked on it... It didn't matter how hard he started...

The fat man rolled around on the ground, whining and wailing.

After a long time, the fat man didn't recover, and his screams became louder and louder.

Helen felt something was wrong, and just turned around to look, only to find that the fat man had rolled in front of her.

Before she could react, the fat man was holding on to a pillar, crawling up and down, pulling on his clothes and using her body to stand up...

"He kicked my dick." The fat man bit his lip in grievance and pain, looking at Helen with tearful eyes.

"You... deserve it!" Helen kicked the fat man again and walked away angrily! What a federal hero, this is a bastard!

When Fatty woke up from his hangover the next day, he couldn't remember many things. The fat man only felt a little chilled by the weird looks everyone was looking at his lower body. I secretly opened my crotch and took a look, ***, I’m wearing underwear!

As for Helen's gritted expression at him, the fat man wondered and ignored it. Women, there are a few days every month.

After having a life-and-death experience and getting along with him for a few days, everyone on the "Bolan Rose", from the captain to the chef, was completely familiar with this somewhat unusual federal hero. Nowadays, no one respects the fat man as a hero. He curses, drinks, gambles and makes money, and he is very familiar with him.

The "Blue Rose" has entered the nebula barrier. The enemy's whereabouts on the radar have completely disappeared. In such an obstacle area with electromagnetic chaos and harsh environment, no one can use radar to detect anyone unless they come within 50,000 kilometers.

The battleship has already reduced its speed to the slowest speed. Radars, shipboard telescopes, and scanners are working intensively all the time. Navigating in a place full of asteroids, meteorite belts, and space particle flows, a small oversight may lead to the ship being destroyed and people killed.

Fatty's main job has become a mechanic again. Every day, he flies into space in a maintenance mecha, sticks it to the hull of the sailing ship, and repairs the damaged parts of the warship bit by bit.

Whenever he had free time, he was studying how to make warships more lethal. In this regard, it attracted many experts in warships and machinery from the damage control team, maintenance department, garrison engineers and exchange personnel who went to Chakna. In order to discuss a whimsical idea, Helen could often see this group of people getting red-faced and then fighting.

Every time at this time, the instigator, Fatty, would subconsciously cover his crotch and hide aside to watch with gusto. In his words, there is a unique style when gentlemen engaged in academics fight. They pull their hair and bite their ears, and their actions are extremely despicable and effective.

He's an asshole! Helen felt more and more that her conclusion was correct. Especially when she thought about the fat man hugging her twice, and her butt, waist, legs, and even... were eaten by him, Helen felt itchy with hatred!

After a week of arduous sailing, when the bow of the battleship was knocked up bit by bit by the fat man, and finally had some shape, the jumping point was reached.

Just as we sailed to the edge of the meteorite belt that blocked the sky and sun outside the jump point, the siren of the ship's radar suddenly sounded!

"Report to the captain!" the radar officer shouted: "A cargo merchant ship has been found!".