Counterfeit Hero

"How long are we going to stay here?"

The little kid held his face in his hands and frowned, his whole body nestled on the large leather sofa like a rag doll, and his straight legs did not even exceed the edge of the sofa.

Russell was holding a book with the table on the recliner, looking at it attentively, and casually replied: "I don't know."

"If I stay any longer, my program will collapse!" The little kid fell into the soft cushions of the sofa, complaining extremely sadly: "Without a passionate life and no bright future, I am suffocated in the widest space. Rotting under the stars, when my beating pulse slows down, when our boiling blood begins to cool down,...I will eventually, in this shameful life, lose the ability to make love!"

"Recently..." Russell turned a page of the book and said calmly: "You have read too many romantic drama novels. Let me correct you, it is the loss of the ability to love, not making love."

"It's the same to me." The little kid jumped off the sofa and ran to Russell's lounge chair. He stood on tiptoes and clung to the armrest: "What do you think the fat man is doing now?"

"I don't know." Russell smiled bitterly and closed the book. He knows that if the little brat deliberately disturbs people's peace, he can chatter in front of you for days. Compared with this guy who can sleep alone and wander around in a battleship in the middle of the night, human nerves are really too fragile.

"I guess..." The little kid smacked his lips, longing leisurely: "He's peeking at people taking a shower... That's what he likes to do."

"Under that guy's honest appearance, he has a restless and lustful heart." The little kid jumped on the chair opposite Russell and came to the final conclusion: "He will not sit here and read like you, right? For him, watching anything that has nothing to do with women’s nudity is a waste of life! If he wants to watch it, he only reads pornographic movies and pornographic novels!”

"It seems that you know him very well." Russell couldn't help laughing.

"He calls his shamelessness as willfulness." The kid curled his lips and said, "Although I don't quite agree with his whitewashing, I have to admit that life with him is more exciting. What do you want to do? What are you doing? If he had been in LeRay, he would have killed Brody and Hansford long ago. Then he is hiding in the Bermuda galaxy to live a hard life? It's a pity that I work so hard to integrate resources and improve productivity. Now, It’s all someone else’s.”

Russell was silent. He put down the book in his hand. Stand up and walk to the porthole. Looking out the window at the meteorite belt where the fleet is hidden. Not far away is a new freedom-class battleship bathed in the halo of stars. a long time. Finally he let out a long sigh.

he knows. The little brat has been brooding over the Leray coup.

After the fat man left. The little kid seems to be LeRae's most precious treasure. It has been carefully held by the high command. same. It also regards LeLei as a fat man and lets him guard his territory. But. Because the headquarters does not understand artificial intelligence. It works. At first. It is still limited to the economic field. Even after the coup. There's absolutely no way to stop it.

then. No one in the high command understood that they had made a mistake. after all. In the use of artificial intelligence. Extreme caution is required. They are afraid of this society built on electronic technology. Because of an artificial intelligence. And turned into missiles flying around. Armies attack each other. Communication is interrupted. Skynet is out of control and going to hell.

This suspicion. Jean le Ray. A heavy price was paid. If a little brat is transplanted into a military combat network. With its ability. Hansford and those rebel troops. When launching a coup. It is absolutely impossible to leave no trace. And Hamilton and Mihajlovic. Nor will he be imprisoned. The Lere fleet stationed at the central star system jump point. Nor will the entire army be wiped out because of lack of supplies. From this point of view. Command all the people in the headquarters. All are sinners.

Fortunately. The original headquarters. This force was left for Leray. Fortunately. This force is at the beginning. It was secretly placed in the Cascade Nebula in the northwest of the Bermuda galaxy by the high command as a precaution.

For LeRae's impending defeat. Everyone is mentally prepared. This country is really at the end of its rope. Even without Brody's coup, it wouldn't have lasted much longer. In order to preserve the last seeds, and in order that Le Lei would not be sacrificed in the cracks between the Fei League and Xijiao, Le Lei mobilized the whole country to build this army.

This mixed air and land army, named "Zang Feng", consists of three mixed fleets and eight armored divisions.

The three fleets are equipped with the latest warships. Among them, there are two aircraft carriers, 26 battleships, 72 cruisers and more than 200 destroyers. Including frigates, heavy assault ships, torpedo ships, electronic attack ships, reconnaissance ships, logistics supply ships, and transport ships, there are more than 900 ships in total. The crew is also the elite that Le Lei can draw.

Although, in terms of quantity, these battleships are not as many as the old fleet of Le Lei's old fleet, their combat effectiveness is definitely ten times that of those old fleets in the early days of the Patriotic War! This was LeRae's last space power since the fall of Brown and Snyder's fleet.

Among the eight armored divisions, in addition to the 1st, 3rd, 9th, and 16th Armored Divisions of the Leray Air Corps, and the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Armored Divisions of the Army, there are also Air Corps Air Corps whose designations have been erased. Team 5th Armored Division.

The original army where the fat man was located now consists of two transferred Tiger Special Regiments, the original 16th Division Special Reconnaissance Regiment, and a mecha regiment of the Freedom Front dispatched by Gacharin. Except for one of the Tiger Special Regiment, the other three regiments had followed Fatty on his expeditions to the north and south. Whether it is their symbolic meaning or their combat effectiveness, they are in an absolute leadership position among these armored divisions. All the mechas of the eight armored divisions have been replaced by the third generation of Hunter-Killers. This is made based on the God-given technology brought back by Fatty and the mecha technology developed by Le Lei himself. Its combat effectiveness is higher than that of the God-given mecha, almost to the level of eleven generations of mechas.

These are LeRae's last hopes.

Russell closed his eyes and gently rubbed the corners of his eyes.

From the night of the coup to now, everything seems like a chaotic dream.

That night, he escaped by chance and immediately boarded a heavy assault ship and arrived here via a small jump point in the free system. Over the past few days, he has racked his brains and rescued many generals, politicians, and scientists while Brody was temporarily unable to control the entire regime. in. Including family members of little brats and fat people. .

By this moment, he was exhausted, but there was still one most important task that he had not completed. That is to lead this army through the Salga Longbow Galaxy to Mars! This burden, which concentrated the expectations of Hamilton, Mikhailovich and other generals in the command who were imprisoned or had died, made him breathless. No matter what, he has to hand over this army and independent command authority to Fatty's hands!

This is Leray's hope and Gacharin's hope!

"General..." Adjutant Hamid burst into the door: "There is news!"

Russell turned around sharply. Hamid has been following him for many years, and this is the first time he has lost his composure in such a hurry.

The Tibetan Front Force has been releasing reconnaissance ships once a day to collect information from interstellar information relays and civilian ship channels near space jump points for a long time. There is only one purpose, and that is to know the current situation of Fatty. Find a way to contact him!

However, every time I looked forward to it, I was disappointed. For the officers and soldiers of this unit, they hide silently in this lonely airspace every day, looking at the never-changing starry sky outside the portholes, and at the ceiling of the narrow living cabin. There is nothing more painful than this long wait. It’s torturous!

finally. Waiting for the results today!

"He's still in Mars!" Hamid, blushing with excitement, shouted, "God, he captured the whole of Mars!"

The outer wall of the Central City No. 1 Airport has been surrounded by a two-meter-thick high-strength concrete bulletproof wall, forming a huge pear shape. Every hundred meters. There is also a fire tower, which is where large-caliber energy cannons and energy shields are connected to the generator. Several buildings inside the airport have been converted into command and control centers. The equipment and equipment of the General Staff Department, Intelligence Department, Logistics Department and other departments as well as the base's local skynet have also been set up.

Near the wall, rows of barracks have begun to take shape, the engineers of Longxinghui. He is driving an engineering mecha. Doing the final roofing work.

Cheng Zhixuan stood quietly by the window, looking at the large and empty base. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. The stuffy chest felt like it was about to explode, and the whole body was trembling involuntarily.

He never dreamed that that damn fat man would evacuate the entire town of Prolo!

All supplies, all factions, and their mechanics disappeared without a trace. What was even more annoying was that the fat man posted announcements outside those empty houses or posted them in the empty air. On one person's street electronic bulletin board, the crooked three characters on the signature and the black scar smeared on it are simply extremely mocking.

Cheng Zhixuan clearly remembered that he was sitting in the flying car and heard the residents talking under the roadside signboards in Central City and Puluo Town.

"I have said before that the Feyon Republic is also a piece of shit. When the Supreme Council of Humanity suppressed our free world, the Feyon congressmen were the most damn inhumane. Now they are here to pick fruits. Mars was corrupt back then. If it’s like that, why are there no people there!”

"That's it, what the hell."

"This is called dog fighting against human power! After all, Fisichella is also a famous general. If you saw the man named Cheng Zhixuan, he must have been instigated by this white-eyed wolf. This guy used to be a member of the Longxing Society, and he has long been thinking about a faction. Seeing how powerful the bandit army is, I am jealous now, and I issued such a notice as if no one can see the secret behind it!"

"Everyone has left, but this guy is still ogling me. Is he sick?"

"I heard that the illness is not serious."

"Then I wish him no better, an early death and an early reincarnation."

"That's a nice thing to say. If it hadn't been for Colonel Tian...oh, it's General Tian now. If it hadn't been for him, our whole town would have been damned long ago!"

"Colonel Tian is not interested in playing with him. If we want to destroy him, it will only take seconds!"

"This guy is probably very angry right now. He racked his brains to come up with so many things, but they all came to nothing."

These sounds kept ringing in Cheng Zhixuan's ears, driving him crazy.

Fatty's trick completely failed his and Fisichella's plan. It's a humiliation. A plan that looks almost perfect in its own right. It felt like being destroyed by someone's gentle and skillful move, and the announcement became a joke in the mouths of the common people who boasted about it. It was like being slapped loudly in public!

The roar of the engineering mecha outside the window made Cheng Zhixuan extremely irritable. He slammed the window shut, drew the curtains, and hid himself in the darkness of the office.

As a professional soldier, Cheng Zhixuan's path is relatively smooth in the eyes of others, but Cheng Zhixuan himself knows that it will be a long journey. How many ups and downs have I gone through!

His talent is not high. He used to spend all his time studying in the academy in order to get good grades. While other students with outstanding talents are making girlfriends, playing games, or singing and dancing. He was the only one, reading desperately in the dormitory, pulling his hair out again and again because he could not understand the theories in the book, and wandering around the room like a trapped animal. Others can read and understand the sentences in one glance, but he has to read them several times!

After finally graduating with above-average grades and entering the army, Cheng Zhixuan breathed a sigh of relief. He thought of his hard work. There has been a gain and there is no need to be the same as before.

But he didn't expect that during the first three years in the army, he almost spent it with his head hanging in the face of the commander's spit!

Deduced homework and made plans. Statistics, troop training, and actual combat exercises, none of them are satisfactory. After being transferred to several places, the superiors went from being peaceful, to being tolerant, to being impatient, and finally to being abusive. At that time, he was almost unsure about his future. All desperate.

Fortunately. It was a peaceful time, fortunately. Practice makes perfect with these things in the army.

After nearly fifteen years, Cheng Zhixuan finally graduated from the military academy as a lieutenant and was promoted to major. At that time, many of the students who were contemporaneous with him were already colonels, and there were even a few who were amazingly talented, accumulated military merit, and broke through the most difficult hurdle in military career, from senior colonel to major general! Cheng Zhixuan, who came from a poor family and was born with low self-esteem, did not dare to be jealous of others. He could only bury his jealousy deep in his heart, water it with memories again and again, and let it take root and sprout. He doesn't understand why he has worked so much harder than others, but always gets less than others. He also doesn't understand why he can only save a little money and live by his fingers to become a major, while others can't. You can live your whole life and rise to the top! .

After struggling for several more years, Cheng Zhixuan finally got an opportunity. Relying on the impression that he could endure hardships in the eyes of his superiors, he gradually climbed up the ranks and was finally promoted to colonel.

However, his talent is always limited. The rapid changes in military technology will always make him feel difficult for a period of time.

Eventually, he was transferred to Mars and became the chief of staff of Longxinghui, a paramilitary organization that was not even registered in the Chakna Military Department.

What others saw as a wasteland became a paradise in Cheng Zhixuan's eyes.

Here, he is the chief of general staff. No one will spit on him anymore. The sky is high and the sky is far away, and he no longer needs to be trembling. He even felt that this was his biggest opportunity. Once he achieved results in this position, he might be able to rise to the top.

He dreams of becoming a general

Therefore, he cooperated with Su Kezhou with the greatest patience and sincerity. In order to promote the meeting, he applied for equipment personnel from the Chakna Military Department countless times, studied the situation of Mars day and night, and tried to win over those folk schools with profound mecha fighting skills.

However, when the fat man arrived, Cheng Zhixuan found that everything he did was in vain.

I had just seen and touched the edge of the situation in Mars, and I was still watching and calculating. That fat man disrupted the whole of Mars like thunder. I was still troubled by the refusal of the folk mecha sect to join, so the fat man overturned the sect alliance and established the sect mutual aid alliance.

What happened next made Cheng Zhixuan even more jealous.

When those factions were beyond his expectation and entered the town of Puluo one by one, he had already raised the issue of not having contact with the Lelei people and sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight to the level of Chakna's interests in the strategic meeting. Other Longxinghui officers, including Su Kezhou, thought this was to conserve their strength and wait for opportunities. But Cheng Zhixuan himself knew that his biggest wish was to swallow up all the mecha schools when the Puluo Town bandit army could no longer hold out. Take advantage of your opponent to hurt both sides. Sweep Mars!

This is the merit he needs to support his upward climb!

It's all conjecture.

After waiting for a long time, the fat man tempted Longxinghui with the cookie from the First Airport.

At that time, Cheng Zhixuan was actually feeling aggrieved.

Everything the bandits did in Central City was taking advantage of the Longxing Society's terrain. They didn't even have to say hello, they didn't have to reach a tacit understanding with the Longxing Society, let alone whether they agreed or not! They only need to take advantage of the Northern Alliance's wariness towards the Longxing Society, and that's enough. And when they took control of the first airport, they had an excuse to wait for the opportunity. I can't say anything anymore.

Then, there is the kind of bandit mecha that can fly. They are the forty-nine famous civilian pilots.

The jealousy that Cheng Zhixuan suppressed in his heart finally took over the Northern Alliance headquarters when Fatty took over, and blossomed in all directions, taking over warehouses and factories one after another. When the army and space fleet broke out completely.

He has stayed here for so many years and has not gained as much as this fat man!

In his eyes, Fatty has become the representative of those he has been jealous of for many years.

He couldn't wait or could not control himself to take it all. His entire mind has been occupied by this kind of jealousy!

Then, he was scolded by the fat man for being reckless and rash!

This feud is finally settled!

Cheng Zhixuan wandered back and forth in the dim office. He didn't want to fail like this. Even if the bandits cannot be defeated by themselves. Being controlled by Chakna, he was not willing to stay in the hands of that damn fat man.

Now that he has been assigned to the Southeastern Allied Forces as the Chief of Staff of the Operations Department, and since it is no longer possible to obtain bandits for Chakna, then use this force as a gift to Carolina, the commander-in-chief of the Mars Front, who is about to arrive, and hug it tightly. Fisichella's thighs. It’s the best way to get promoted!

Fisichella's plan has already failed for the most part because of Fatty's sweeping move. However, there are dozens of small schools in Mars, and he also has the ultimate style and the Tai style in his hands! Anyway, let’s start the fighting competition first. Put this message. Spread throughout the Mars Free Channel!

There is the temptation of Mars autonomy and members of the Fei League, and there is military rank. Military position, promise of wealth, no matter where the people from the Mutual Aid Alliance are, they will always hear the news and will be tempted! At the worst, I can gather these small factions and mecha halls of Mars and fill this empty military camp, so that it won't be so ugly in front of Carolina and Fisichella!

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!"

There was a knock on the door, and Cheng Zhixuan said impatiently: "Come in!"

Cooper and Kilborn, the leader of the Juesha style, led two or three core members of their respective schools into the office.

"Everyone, take a seat." Cheng Zhixuan waved his hand, walked around the desk and sat down: "Have you read all the announcements and instructions sent to you?"

"See." Cooper and Kilburn nodded respectively.

Since the end of the Mars War, Cooper and Kilborn have joined the Longxing Society's camp.

Cooper had no other choice because he had a grudge against Fatty. As for Kilbourne, because there were only a hundred or so fighters left in the Ultimate Stream, he hoped to choose a backer with a relatively stronger background.

This time, they received the transfer order and were transferred from Longxinghui to the Mars Front of the Fei Alliance that was being formed.

When they received the order, Cooper and Kilburn were both a little happy. The genre war has consumed most of their strength. If they want to rise again, they must seize all opportunities. Now, the opportunity has come.

Especially Kilburn, he knew that whether it was a business, a social organization or the military, those who joined in the early stages of a start-up would always gain great benefits. This paper transfer order not only allowed him to rely on the more powerful Feiyang Republic, but also made him a veteran of the Mars Front!

And more importantly, that announcement!

They were all impure people, so how could he not see what Fisichella and Cheng Zhixuan meant.

The Southeastern Alliance Command of the Fiji League is at odds with the bandit army, which has brought together most of the factions. This gives these two factions a chance!

As long as they rely on Fisichella, they can watch the mutual aid alliance of the schools being divided without having to step forward, and the ultimate flow will once again be in front of other schools. When other schools are suffering for legal and illegal reasons, it is time for the Jue Killing School to take advantage of the opportunity to grow. Moreover. I also got an opportunity to rely on Fisichella and get involved in the Mars autonomous regime!

These are Kilburn's ideas. In his opinion, for Cooper. also the same.

He didn't know that although Cooper also agreed that this was an opportunity, Cooper's thoughts were completely different from his. .

"I won't say any more nonsense." Cheng Zhixuan's fingers flicked nervously under the desk: "General Fisichella is very dissatisfied with what the bandits are doing. This time, the command is preparing to use Fighting competition, re-establish a new order in Mars. Who is the master here? It’s not them who has the final say!”

Cheng Zhixuan took out two signed documents from the drawer, handed them to Cooper and Kilborn, and then said: "These are the first two legal organization review documents issued by the command. With these, you can While serving for the Mars Front, I will continue to run my own school!”

Wait until Cooper and Kilburn have read the document. Cheng Zhixuan said in a deep voice: "You have already reached the front of other schools. Your reputation, status, wealth, school and personal future all depend on whether you can manage this fighting competition well! I will be responsible for the organization of the fighting competition, and you , we need to ensure that the champion of the fighting competition does not fall into the hands of others!"

As he spoke, Cheng Zhixuan looked at Kilbourne and said, "Especially Mr. Kilbourne, you are the number one first-level mecha war god in Mars Freeport! Isn't this a difficult thing for you? You know. This fighting competition is specially prepared for the two major factions of you. Otherwise, if we designate a list of autonomous factions, I am afraid that some people will not be willing to see your names."

Cheng Zhixuan’s words. It's not entirely true, and the provocative meaning is quite obvious. He and Fisichella's original plan was to buy mutual aid alliances among schools and set up fighting competitions. First, they would pretend to follow the tradition of Mars and give the major schools a temptation. The second is to use this to divide the tacit understanding between schools, provoke competition, and facilitate control.

However, this time. Apparently no one would blame him.

Kilburn said nothing. He just raised the document in his hand and smiled conceitedly.

Cooper laughed too. A blazing light flashed in his eyes: "I really hope that General Fisichella can come to watch the battle! In that case, I will also let the Tailiu warriors perform well."

"Although General Fisichella can't come..." Cheng Zhixuan, who got a satisfactory answer, leaned back on his chair and said in a relaxed mood: "However, Major General Carolina will be there to watch the fight. After the fighting competition ends At that time, that’s when the Mars Front was officially established!”

Mars Sixth Spaceport, a crab-shaped frigate belonging to the Longxing Huiqing flagship fleet, is moving slowly on the port pier using its six strips of propellers on both sides of its wide and flat body, like crab legs. , prepare to connect with the tractor arm.

A short and stocky crew member pressed his face against the porthole, looking at the endless stream of warships and transport ships on the pier marked with the bandit logo, and said in his mouth: "These bandits, this time But I've made a fortune. Hundreds of ships have hauled this material, and it hasn't been finished yet. "Finished?" The orderly next to the short man shook the ashes in the ashtray in the smoking area, tilted his head and sneered: "How big is Mars?" Not to mention the business groups, adventure groups who left their things and fled, just talking about the Northern Alliance, Thelwall bought the neutrality rights at the beginning, so many refugees poured into Mars, and they made a fortune just from this amount. . After enduring for so many years, how much supplies do the mercenaries and business groups under the Northern Alliance have? Besides, there are also arms sent by the Suss Empire! "

"That's true of us!" The short man also took out a cigarette and lit it, before his eyes left the porthole: "If we had sent out troops earlier, these things would have occupied three or four floors. Thinking about it makes me feel sad. This planet After so many years of accumulation, what a fortune!”

"It's good to save your life!" said the orderly, "I paid for it with my life!"

After putting out the cigarette, the orderly continued: "As long as the Mars planet is here, are you worried that it won't recover? Take a look..." He walked up to the short man and put his eyes to the other porthole: "Over there... look at those transport ships and merchant ships. They are all coming from space stations in various star fields. Mars is short of supplies. Why don't they take advantage of this to make a fortune?"

"That's right..." the short man said: "At first, I thought that this battle was over. There weren't many Mars people left. Drink, who knew that when we landed last time, there were people everywhere? , I don’t know where they were hiding. The ruins on the streets have also been cleaned up, and those with money and means are building modular housing. The space city has also resumed operation, and the people who ran away are living back. To When it comes to fate, human beings are still tough. No matter how you fight, there will always be a way through the net. After the fight is over, the day will pass."

"That's true. I heard that many people survive by eating big-eared rats." The orderly sighed and said quietly: "I just don't know how long these days can last. If we fight again, everyone will be able to survive." With experience. There will always be fewer dead people."

There was silence for a moment, the two of them stared out the window in trance.

The Walrus-class armed merchant ship, driven by the towing arm, slowly exited the U-shaped dock. With a soft sound, the ship and the circular suction cup in front of the towing arm were disconnected.

The spacecraft moved lightly across the void, turning around as the engine sound became louder and louder. While adjusting the angle of the ship's bow, it slid towards the port exit.

Outside the window, a crab-shaped Longxinghui frigate that had just been connected to the towing arm was quickly left behind.

The fat man withdrew his gaze, picked up the coffee on the table, and turned to look at Helen on the other side of the cockpit. When he decided to return to Base No. 1. Helen also packed her luggage and followed her naturally without saying a word. This made the fat man very confused. I went to have a heart-to-heart talk with a beautiful woman in a nurse uniform. What are you going to do?

Under the soft light of the cabin, Helen held her chin and looked out the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

She is a quintessential Kolora. Like most Kolora people now. There are white and yellow genes. Her facial features are not the sculptural beauty of a white person. Not the porcelain beauty of the yellow race, but something in between. The facial features are clear but not obtrusive, with a feeling of jade carving.

Her big and slightly sunken eyes, blond hair, and lips are her most attractive features - there is a slight rounded arc on the left and right corners of her upper lip, which makes her look like she has been there forever. Smile mischievously.

Helen is not tall, but her proportions are more proportional than those tall girls. Whether it's the high breasts, the slender waist, or the round butt, they are neither too big nor too small, giving people just the right feeling. The proportions of the upper body and legs are also the golden section. Always amazing. No matter which part of her body he looks at, a man will always tell himself that this is exactly what he wants. .

Reminiscing about Helen's appearance in the shower, the fat man clamped his legs and swallowed secretly. He wanted it too, but he was more afraid of death.

He was overjoyed that An Lei, Milan and Bonnie could accept each other. His goal in the rest of his life is to have one king and three queens, instead of letting Milan chase him with a shell gun. For the sake of life and sexual well-being, no matter how much he couldn't hold back, no matter how tempted, he would only dare to watch from the side.

The question is, how long will it take? Fatty felt extremely sad in his heart.

In the message from Bernadotte, An Lei went to Chakna, Milan also went to Chakna as a second batch of researchers, and Bonnie should be in Gacharin now, leading Gacharin An ace armored division established by the new government. She will leave Gacharin soon, but her destination seems to be Chakna as well.

Chakna is where dreams take off!

The fat man clenched his fists, sat upright, waved his hands lightly, and refused the serving crew member's move to fill the cup with coffee. When the crew member turned around, his eyes eagerly moved to Helen's chest.

"Huh? Why are you staring at me? Are you the only one with big eyes?"

"Don't come over here. Let me tell you, a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. I just moved my eyes. The worst thing I can do is make you look back!"

"what are you doing........"

The ground felt soft when his arm touched it, making the fat man feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

Helen held the fat man's arm, put her blushing face on his arm, and sighed longly.

She didn't want to let herself struggle anymore. In this troubled world, next to this annoying man, she just wanted to let herself fall bravely.

The armed merchant ships soon arrived at the edge of the Mars Free System. When they approached the public system jump point, the second fleet of the bandits led by Barbarossa had been waiting for a long time.

They are here to escort us.

Armed merchant ships slowly passed through the battleships lined up in two rows. Outside the window, the battleship signal lights lit up one after another.

That is the knighthood of space warriors, a tribute to soldiers to heroes and followers to knights.

"I want to marry you." Helen murmured softly: "When you jumped on me and blocked the rocket, I knew that I fell in love with you. That's not gratitude, just because I like it you."

"But, do you like me?" Looking at the traffic light outside the window, Helen gently kissed the fat man's face: "My hero."

"...I was wrong!" the fat man said blankly. Okay, keep voting monthly! Is it good to be in the top ten?

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