Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 420: 5 volumes 32 Chapters Handshake

”So, we can’t directly deploy our forces; we must reserve a significant portion to contain Reinhardt...” Fatty stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth, chewing fiercely: ”The most important thing is that Feiyang has six armored divisions primarily equipped with Ninth Generation Mecha. What about us? The price of unbalanced combat strength is that we will become the focus of attacks!”

”Hmm... our combat strength isn’t bad; didn’t you read the combat capability analysis I gave you?” A splash of red wine painted a blush on Bonnie’s face as she spoke softly, exuding a mix of nobility and allure that could captivate anyone.

Fatty stared dumbly at Bonnie before forcing himself to look away, mumbling, ”I... I read it, it’s quite impressive, thank you for your effort.” In reality, he spent the afternoon discussing breastfeeding with Nia and hadn’t even opened the electronic file. Saying this, his face uncharacteristically turned a little red.

”Even if we don’t have a problem, what about the Freedom Front and the Independent Army? Speaking of Reinhardt, with your understanding of him, what do you think he’d do?” Fatty decided to change the subject.

”Can you stop talking about this?” Bonnie gently bit her lip, glancing at Fatty, not understanding why this fool kept bringing these things up at such a time, especially mentioning that person. Doesn’t he realize that this is actually... a date? Idiot!

”Then what should we talk about?” Fatty had a slightly clueless expression, scratching the back of his head bashfully.

Seeing him like this reminded Bonnie of when they were in the Mythical Army, every time this guy saw her, he’d shyly glance her way, face flushed with admiration, dazed and infatuated, but it was all an act! Bonnie now clearly understood what kind of person he really was. Without mentioning other skills, pretending to be silly has to be his number one trait: ”Fatty, cut the nonsense with me!”

Seeing Bonnie waving the dinner knife, Fatty’s face turned pale: ”Please, let’s talk this over. The meat on me may look tender, but it’s not cooked.”

”Pfft!” Bonnie rolled her eyes at Fatty, suppressing a smile as she spat, ”Who wants to eat your meat, it stinks!” It had been a long time since she felt so light-hearted; this trembling, pale Fatty always had an infuriatingly funny act, as if someone really wanted to slice his flesh.

”Good!” Fatty’s lips still quivered as he said, ”Let’s negotiate, could you... not use a knife?”

”How do I eat steak without a knife?” Bonnie wanted to kick this coward, speaking sarcastically: ”You feed me, then?” As soon as the words left her mouth, the atmosphere immediately turned ambiguous under Fatty’s fluttering gaze.

Fatty shyly lowered his head.

Bonnie felt a burst of frustration: ”Stop it, this is a restaurant...” She suddenly froze, the natural slip of the tongue made her heart fluster for a moment: what if it wasn’t at a restaurant...?

”You stupid fatty...” Bonnie bowed her head to wrestle with the steak, cutting... cutting... Always wanting to meet him, always wanting to hear his nonsense, always feeling safe and warm around him—is this love? Her heart pounded as a flush of red spread across her cheeks, and she was filled with an inexplicable mix of sourness and sweetness.

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”The Southeast Expeditionary Army’s most elite six Feiyang Armored Divisions have already landed on Mezrich.” Bernadotte placed the electronic folder on Russell’s desk, the excitement in his voice unmistakable.

”Oh?” Russell, who had been studying the map, looked up, rubbing his temples in an effort to dispel a hint of fatigue: ”It seems that Fiscella’s strategic thinking is clear; he intends to place the battlefield at Mezrich.”

”Hehe.” Bernadotte laughed, sighing: ”As expected, a superpower truly is a superpower. In just a month, they have changed the situation in the entire airspace. During this period, the defense pressure in the Newton Star System has lightened considerably!”

”Indeed.” Russell stood up, personally pouring Bernadotte a cup of coffee: ”In another month, the Miloke Space Ship Factory will replenish us with a [Titan]-class carrier, and along with four [Hell Flower]-class battleships expected to be completed simultaneously, we will have a new mixed fleet. Life will be easier than it is now.”

”However...” Handing the coffee to Bernadotte, Russell voiced some concern: ”We can’t let our guard down. Mezrich’s strategic location directly threatens Desic’s Biekelan forward base and their native Jump Point to the Little Pyrenees Star System. We must guard against them taking sudden actions.”

”Don’t worry, Fiscella is known for leaving no stone unturned; he will surely consider this adequately. Six elite armored divisions equipped with Ninth Generation Mecha, plus air supremacy fiercely contested by four fleets. Even though Stephen has a lot of people, defeat is like a landslide; he can’t withstand it!” Bernadotte was evidently very optimistic, sipping his coffee with a grin: ”Once defeat is set, how much more time can Desic play tricks?”

”Oh, by the way.” Bernadotte seemed to remember something, placing the coffee down: ”Speaking of Gazalin, the components of Albert’s encryption machine and the relay you requested have already begun phased transport through smuggling channels. In a while, we’ll be able to communicate with them directly.”

Russell smiled and said: ”Thank you so much, and please also thank General Mihailovich for me.” He turned, gazing at the interstellar map, and sighed deeply: ”Gazalin is ultimately my homeland; my people are fighting there, and I can’t let it go. I hope that one day, in this star system, a nation of equality and inspiration will be born.”