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Fatty's mind went blank at this moment.
Hastings sat right in front of him. His face was as pale as paper, but there was a morbid blush on his cheeks. He stared at himself, his eyes bloodshot. The wrinkles on the forehead and the corners of the eyes became deeper and deeper due to the emaciation after a serious illness, and the whole person looked like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
His arm has been scratched so painfully.
It was only at this time that he seemed to remember that although the old man in front of him was terminally ill, he was also an army soldier many years ago. I have been a squad leader, a platoon leader, personally led my subordinates to fight the enemy on the ground, cut the enemy's throat with my own hands, and kicked the enemy's ribs.
Although he is old, his legs were disabled in the war, and the backs of his hands and arms look skinny. However, his palms are still broad and powerful.
These are the hands of a veteran!
"Your illness" The fat man stared at Hastings incredulously, "Old man, what are you kidding me at this time?!".
"Originally, I wanted to hold on for a while, but I'm still too old to do what I want." Hastings smiled faintly, and let go of the fat man's hand. He stared at the West York battleship on the main screen of Skynet, his shriveled chest rose and fell sharply twice, and he stabilized his breath, then said in a hoarse and low voice: "I didn't expect to live to the end of this war, so, If I can¡¯t hold it, I don¡¯t want to hold it anymore.¡±
He turned his head to look at the fat man, with a half-smile: "You take care of the rest."
"What the hell!" The fat man gritted his teeth and stared: "I said that if you want to kill the pick, you must at least cripple Sober. If you have any leftovers, beat the dog in the water and then ride a white horse with a red flower in high spirits to accept cheers. This is a difficult task for me. Will Marguerite's dowry?"
In the battleship command hall, the staff members started their busy work again. The generals of the Fibonacci League stood not far away, speaking in low voices in groups of three or four. From time to time, everyone will take a look at the old and the young next to the command seat. No one knew what Hastings and the fat man were talking about. In their eyes, the two were just chatting. Like a pair of grandparents who haven't seen each other for a long time, whispering some irrelevant gossip.
"I thought so too," Hastings said blankly, "Kill Sober, kill William III, kill Liv, then annex West Yorkshire, and then annex the countries of the Fiji League, and change the democratic republic into a monarchy." , you will be the emperor, Margaret will be the queen, and the whole universe will be unified"
"Stop!" The fat man was furious.
"It's a pity, my body can't take it." The old man ignored the fat man, sighed regretfully, and said leisurely.
"Damn it, you mean to be annoying, don't you" The fat man's eyes were red.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and sighed at the same time.
"Fatty, thank you." Hastings said sincerely.
"Thank you for cleaning up the mess for you?" The fat man was frowning and clasped his fingernails vigorously.
"If it weren't for you, maybe I would be lying in the hospital in Heidfield now, lying on the bed, waiting for the god of death to come," Hastings said, with a trace of pain on his face, and his hands clutching the armrest were bruised. However, all this was only fleeting, and after a while, he returned to normal, and others could not see the clue, "For me, listening to others' mercy on the hospital bed and relying on instruments to survive is worse than death. "
He looked at the fat man with a smile in his eyes: "I am Hastings, the god of war. How could I die so vulgarly?"
"You mean, the biggest benefit of my presence is that you don't have to lie on the hospital bed and listen to others?" The fat man sighed and sat down beside him, "If I were you, I wouldn't be able to meet anyone. Come from the southeast!"
"Why?" asked Hastings.
"Lying on the hospital bed, I don't worry about anything, and the beautiful nurse wiped my back and took a shower, took off my pants, peeked at my butt, and then stabbed me with a needle" The fat man was fascinated: "Fight again Touching your butt and eating tofu in the name of the God of War is better than leading a group of men to fight."
Hastings stared at the fat man, feeling a tightness in his chest.
Choosing such a fucking successor by oneself is more vulgar than dying in a hospital bed. The name of a military god of a generation, in the hands of this fat man, is it for the purpose of touching the female nurse's ass with power?
Thinking of the ugly faces of the next generation of war gods after his death, and thinking of his own same title of war god, Hastings turned pale for a while.
"You asked the fleet to stop here just to wait for me?" The fat man saw that Hastings' expression changed, so he quickly changed the subject.??Beside the railing of the podium, Fujii Takeshi and Barras and other generals of the Allied forces were already pale.
Although before that, many of them had just launched an attack on the bandit army in the pre-war conference room, and the bandit army responded with a beautiful ambush. It was very unpleasant. However, this does not mean that they still have the mind to gloat over what happened to the bandit army when facing the common enemy of Xiyue. Because, they understand better than anyone else that once the left wing is defeated, not only the bandits will be unlucky, but the entire line of defense will collapse.
"Bandit army, can you withstand it?! The distance is only more than 400,000 kilometers, when will Marshal Hastings wait, and what choice will he make?"
All kinds of questions are rolling in everyone's heart.
In the command hall, it was already a mess, but on the podium, Hastings and Fatty seemed to turn a blind eye to what was happening in front of them, and they were still talking. .
Hearing the sound of the fat man almost screaming, Hastings gave the fat man a cold sideways look, and said, "What's wrong with the twenty-one strategic points? If you place more emphasis on the strategic points than your command, then this one There is no need to fight the battle, and it will be easier for me to go back to Heidfield and wait for my death."
The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched, with a resentful expression on his face.
"If you want to win, you must have the strongest belief in winning! You must have a ten thousand times stronger obsession to win than anyone else," Hastings said calmly: "No matter who the opponent is No matter how famous the record is, it¡¯s just a person. If you are a person, you can win! If he dares to stand in front of you, you dare to slash him with a knife! You don¡¯t have the arrogance of meeting gods and gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas, and you don¡¯t have the power to fight against yourself. Confidence, millions of heroes, are just your funeral objects!"
Every word of Hastings fell heavily on the ground, with the hidden sound of metal impact.
The resentful expression on the fat man's face disappeared. He solemnly looked at the terminally ill and emaciated old man in front of him, but he didn't get angry at the domineering and domineering old man with just one word.
The noise in the command hall is getting louder and louder, and everyone is restless.
"Remember the first lesson I taught you, natural dangers are not enough!"
Hastings slowly sat up straight, squinted his eyes half-closed, and looked at the West York vanguard fleet that was close to the 400,000-kilometer line on the big screen of Skynet. !"
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