Counterfeit Hero

Not a fraction off, what does that mean?

Fatty found it hard to believe. In personal simulation confrontations, Fang Xiang, whom he had thrashed dozens of times, could actually control the complex and ever-changing tactical maneuvers of combat units with such precision?!

The warship suddenly came to a halt, trembling violently. In the midst of its high-speed charge, the ramming beak of the [Holy Sword] sliced a Suss Destroyer in half like a sharp axe. At the same time, the sister ship of the [Holy Sword], the [Holy Light], along with several other cruisers, also swiftly collided with their selected targets in succession.

The five impacted Suss Battleships were like helpless antelopes, mauled by a pack of wolves on a tropical savannah. The once mighty and sturdy hulls, silently twisted and deformed in the cold, inky blackness of space. Under the hard ramming beak, exterior armor shattered, the ship’s hull broke, the light within the portholes cracked, and the resistance of the Suss Fleet was crushed.

The Bandit Army Warships, in three paths, rammed into the main formation of the Suss Fleet. Under Fang Xiang’s command, the warships penetrated at high speed, swiftly slicing the Suss Fleet apart.

Watching those extremely precise cutting lines, Fatty had to admit dejectedly that in previous personal simulation confrontations, he had been benefiting from the Simulation Technique.

Fang Xiang was after all a genius-level commander who had undergone years of rigorous military training. In such real battle tests of a commander’s commanding ability, if he could only manipulate sixty-nine known intelligence conditions himself, perhaps, Fang Xiang could play this fair, chubby Fatty to death with just this tactical linkage!

If Fang Xiang is this formidable, then to what extent have those legendary great generals excelled?

When engaging with these madmen, how likely am I not to make mistakes? How much leading-edge technology, combat power can I rely on to stay ahead of them?

If the enemy’s warships are stronger, and if the Bandit Army I lead is facing the kind of Binart 12th generation mecha commanded by a great general, how much chance do I have of winning?

Fatty just felt flustered and short of breath, his whole body itching as if bitten by mosquitoes, unable to sit still.

He couldn’t understand, in this tumultuous era, how many damned heroes there are! Defeating them all one by one in war, how difficult it is!

Only when the time comes do you regret not having enough counted talents, the number of things I need to learn suddenly seems to have increased immensely.

On the command platform’s SkyNet, the Bandit Army Fleet had transformed into a fish-scale-shaped strangling formation. At various space heights, the Bandit Army Warships interwove back and forth, dividing. Like a swarm of wild piranhas in a fish tank.

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”Protect the Transport Ship!” Bod issued instructions urgently, his face already drenched with sweat: ”Immediately request aid from Fleet A1! Quick!”

The communicator hammered the keyboard desperately, sending out distress signals into the vast universe repeatedly.

”Where did this fleet come from...” A Suss Staff despairingly asked as he looked at the images on the main screen.

No one answered him. This ragged fleet, seemingly suddenly leaping from hell, had shattered every nerve of the Suss people with their ramming beaks.

In this world, is there still space battleship combat that involves accelerating to full speed, dashing hundreds or thousands of kilometers, to ram with a beak?!

What an absurd tactic, what a brutal scene!

”Close in, close in!” Bod’s voice was hoarse and rapid. He grabbed the communicator, staring intently at the screen and yelled: ”The [Uranus], close in towards the center, shrink the rear formation, block them!”

As a competent commander, Bod was not lacking in experience and military training. Despite the unbelievable attack, he tried hard to maintain his composure, striving to find vulnerabilities of the opponent on various SkyNet systems.

Now, he saw one.

As long as the [Uranus] cruiser could cut horizontally towards the center from its current position, it could block the enemy’s main force that clung tenaciously to the central brigade. It only needed a little moment; the central fleet group could accelerate forward, making a distant turn, forming a horn-like stance, to cover the Transport Fleet!

All eyes were fixed on the [Uranus] cruiser.

Watching the [Uranus] swiftly slip into the designated position, some Combat Staff coordinating simulation couldn’t help but reveal a gleam of joy. Several staff members almost couldn’t resist calling out bravo!

But that cheer was stuck in their throats.

In Bod’s roaring, they watched as the [Uranus] cruiser turned, then watched as a ragged cruiser that had long adjusted its course, with faster speed, shattered the [Uranus]’s lovely streamlined tail fin along with its thruster! Immediately, this ragged cruiser pushed aside the wreckage of the [Uranus], squeezed into the middle gap, with energy cannons on both sides, swept continuously. It re-slashed two destroyers that had just tried to close in together.

Time, route, were mastered to perfection by this ragged cruiser!

Bod’s tactical intent, and all previous strategic commands, once again turned into bubbles, bursting.

The staff sighed deeply, feeling despair from the bottom of their hearts. The opposing commander didn’t give Bod any chance. The battle, under this person’s precise control, continued to hurtle along the trajectory he specified.