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Chapter 886 Leading the Army [1]

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    "Look, what happened?"

    "It's the marshal, his face is so ugly, he has no blood at all!"

    An invisible commotion swept across the command hall of the [Heidfeld] in an instant.  The generals stared blankly at the medical staff rushing up to the command seat, nervously carrying Hastings out of the wheelchair and sending him into the emergency treatment cabin of a small medical mech.

    When the mecha passed by, through the hurried figures of the medical staff, everyone vaguely saw Hastings' skinny and pale upper body was naked, and all kinds of tubes were inserted into his body.  The whole body is immersed in the green healing liquid, and the respirator occupies more than half of the face.  His deep and wrinkled eyes were tightly closed, and his gray hair floated in the water.  Muscular atrophy of the calf, just like a baby.

    Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

    At this time, countless warships were fighting fiercely on the 20-meter-high Skynet screen in front of the command hall.

    An energy cannon with a diameter of several meters or even more than ten meters at the gate fires meteor-like energy shells at enemy ships thousands of kilometers away.  Huge clusters of light criss-cross in the silent void, the olive-shaped head drags a long, thin tail, and the energy that is constantly peeling off is like sparks.  Fighter planes flew under the starry sky like petrels. Sometimes they soared, and sometimes they rolled and dived.  Thousands of fighter planes were chasing and biting each other, and the winding tail streamers and the laser-firing airborne energy cannons made a mess.

    And in the command hall of the battleship, it was also a busy scene.  Various charts and charts are floating on the consoles, and densely packed text and data are scrolling.  The staff officers in front of the stage are busy working.  They were shouting red-faced while clutching their communicators, or running hurriedly down the aisle with documents in their hands.  The sound of footsteps, system prompts and intranet phone ringing can be heard endlessly.

    Everything in front of them made all the generals feel as if they were in a dream.

    The white medical armor is passing by.  On the transparent glass of the treatment cabin of the mecha, the main screen and a few paragraphs of green text swimming like fish are reflected.  The light of explosions rising and falling in the distant void swept across the porthole of the battleship one after another, illuminating the entire commanding platform in a pale white.  And Hastings, accompanied by the noise and light, quietly floated in the dark green liquid in the treatment cabin.

    Seeing the medical mecha walk down the podium, watching the automatic door of the command hall cut off the back of the medical staff and the weeping Margaret, everyone's mind was blank.

    Hastings, the god-like old man who has traversed the universe for decades, stepped down from his podium in such a way at this moment?

    "It's over." A lieutenant general from a northern member state was as white as paper.  He stared blankly at the automatic door where the medical mecha disappeared, and murmured, "Why nowwhy now?"

    The lieutenant general's words were like a thorn that pierced into the hearts of all Fimeng generals.

    Looking at each other, the generals felt ashamed for a moment.

    They already knew that Hastings was terminally ill, but they never dreamed that he would collapse at such a critical moment.

    At this moment, the Fimeng fleet is fighting bloody battles with the enemy on the hundreds of thousands of kilometers long front in the Double Star Point Corridor.  From the left wing to the center and then to the right wing, the steady and steady Xiyo fleet is like a huge meat grinder, devouring the vitality of the Fimen Union.  Every minute and every second, warships turn into burning fireballs in space.

    ?In terms of military strength, the Fiji League was originally only half of that of West Yorkshire.  Coupled with the fact that Hastings suddenly became critically ill and lost his ability to command during the most difficult stage of the battle, the failure of the Fidelity alliance was already a certainty.

    The current battle loss ratio is 5:6.  An hour or two later, what kind of chilling data will it be?

    Not to mention the lack of troops, even if the strength is twice that of West Yorkshire, who is Sober's opponent?

    Could it be that fat man?

    Maquia, Barras, and Fujii Tsuyoshi turned their heads to look at the command seat almost at the same time.  They were surprised to find that at some time, that fat, white guy had already sat firmly on Hastings' seat

    "General Tian."

    McKinley stood beside the fat man, staring at the honest young man.

    With Hastings seriously ill and leaving, the entire command hall has become a mess.  Whether it was the staff officers of the base camp or the generals of the member states, they all focused their attention on the command seat in unison.

    theSeeing the fat man sitting in Hastings' seat, everyone was surprised and disdainful, whispering to each other.

    As one of the people who knew this coalition army best, McKinley knew that in this hall, few people would pin their hopes of victory on this unremarkable fat man.  This is especially true for generals such as Fujii Takeshi and Ballas who have prejudices against the southward strategy.  He believes that as long as there is a chance, these people will not hesitate to order the fleet to turn around and go northward along the southeast main channel via Le Lei's central star field, return to Trevorland, and join Li Fu's banner.

    For them, not only is it more in line with the interests of their country, but also, pinning their hopes on Li Fu, who has been famous for a long time and has maintained an undefeated record against West Yorkby, is far more than placing their hopes on this man, who has a cloud in both prestige and status.  Fatty's body is more practical.

    Before the war broke out, Li Fu was the head of Fei Yang's five tiger generals.  Now, he is the commander-in-chief of the Fidelity Alliance, the first person in the Fidelity Alliance military after Hastings!

    And this fat man, although he is the successor designated by Hastings.  However, he was not confirmed by the FIU High Command and the Union Council, nor did he hold any position in the Union Command.

    The country he is in is just a small country that didn't have much say in its heyday.  Although the army he commanded had repeatedly defeated powerful opponents, its own strength was only eleven Class A fleets.  Such a small amount of troops may be enough to fight a local battle, but it is tantamount to wishful thinking to become the core force of the Fiji alliance and lead hundreds of Fiji fleets to win this war!

    After the fall of Hastings, anyone with a little sense would have no illusions about the situation in the southeast.  The situation is out of control, and the only thing everyone can do now is not to dream of defeating Sober, but to find a way to save the troops in their hands!

    McKinley knew better than anyone that once Fatty decided to continue this battle, the first thing he would face would be the attack from within the Fiji alliance.

    Hearing McKinley's voice, the fat man turned his head

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