Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1423: Chapter 115: One Night

The meeting, which lasted nearly three hours, ended.

In the large conference room, only Fatty and Bonnie remained.

”Accompany me for a walk,” Fatty said, taking Bonnie’s hand.

Bonnie smiled sweetly.

Dusk swept from the distant mountains, and the sunset glow shortened piece by piece among the towering buildings. Outside the window, the sound of marching footsteps and gathering commands echoed. As the orders were issued, the entire base came alive.

In a dozen hours, this troop would leave the base and embark on its journey.

The unusual movements of the bandit army attracted attention from other national forces in the Alliance Base. People quickly obtained the most accurate intelligence—the bandit army would depart early for Resk to enter the battle.

This news, like the night, quickly enveloped the entire base.

Those who had been sarcastic and resentful about the bandit army’s absence from the third reinforcement list all fell silent, looking at each other in astonishment. Even the leaders from Ryan and other countries, who were ready to demand an explanation from the bandit army after seeing their bruised subordinates in the hospital, ordered their flying cars to turn around.

Numerous pieces of information were transmitted through various channels from Hanjing, reaching those whose expressions ranged from astonished to serious, contemplative, or disdainful. The whole world, like a cup of brewed coffee, stirred gently, revealing the hidden fierce fire beneath the seemingly calm and fragrant surface.

The bandit army, who suddenly emerged to gather everyone’s attention, finally mobilized at this moment in such a manner. Does this also signify that since the start of the war, Hastings, who had been inactive, was finally beginning his vigorous counterattack?

Rumors said his body couldn’t hold out for another year. At this last moment, why would this iron-handed Military God, who commanded the mighty Feiyang Army for thirty years, neglect Feiyang to go to Chuckna, wasting the last moments of his life? With internal voices like the rising prestige and dominance of Leefer, and externally the aggressive genius Binart military strategist Sobel, what kind of response would this elder offer?

In the Southeast Star Domain, what does he intend to show to those who follow him or observe him neutrally, and what does he wish to leave for a world nearing collapse?

The Southeast Resk Campaign has quietly unfolded as news of the bandit army marching spread across the universe.

The military green off-road flying car crossed the end of the winding mountain road, lowered its four wheels, and jostled through the rocky and weed-strewn terrain. The roaring engine sounded like a beast’s roar.

Rushing up the slope, through the suddenly descending weeds, several large stones loomed ahead. Fatty suddenly hit the brakes and sharply maneuvered the control stick. The front wheels of the off-road car made a sharp turn, carving two deep grooves in the mud, kicking up splashes of muddy soil and grass roots, steering into the dense thickets.

Bonnie quietly curled up in the seat, watching the densely packed branches whip against the car body, falling row by row from the front and stubbornly rebounding from the rear.

The off-road vehicle came to a stop.

The engine’s roar disappeared, and dense thickets and weeds wrapped the off-road vehicle tightly in the center like waves. Leaves plastered against the car windows as if desperately trying to glimpse the occupants inside.

The convertible top opened, and the resting mode activated. The metal roof folded into the trunk, and the elastic seat slowly lifted, expanding into a flat bed.

Fatty and Bonnie lay side by side on the car, gazing at the sky.

The sunset had turned into a fiery red among clouds outside the sky. Mountain winds blew, rustling the leaves among the trees.

In the deep blue sky, Chuckna Star’s two satellites, one large and one small, floated in the sky like two ping pong balls. Half illuminated white by the constant star’s light, faintly visible twisted pale blue shadows, while the other half was hidden in the sky.

”I want to go with you,” Bonnie’s voice sounded distant and ethereal.

”If you leave, who will lead the troops?” Fatty gently held Bonnie, feeling the fragrant warmth her shapely figure transmitted.

”Admiral Gordon, Admiral Hailig, both can do it.” Bonnie gently rested her head on Fatty’s shoulder, placing one hand on his chest, feeling the strong, powerful heartbeat.

Fatty sat up, took out a cigarette, and lit it. Blue-grey smoke swirled, wafted back and forth in the wind twice, then dissipated.

Looking at the distant mountains’ red glow, his heart suddenly beat faster and faster.

In a dozen hours, the bandit army would finally engage in this war, and he, whose dream had never been revealed, would embark on the most rugged and difficult path.

Is it a dream?

No, everything has been clear since he made his most significant deduction in that closed and suffocating elevator filled with all sorts of obscene and bizarre graffiti at the Redbeard Pirate Base.

In Saleria, Russell led the bandit army fleet, controlling all resource planets in the Longbow Star System. Continuous resources were transforming into weapons and equipment on Blue Stone Star, being sent to Mars Free Port.

And Mars Free Port is now far busier than before. With Fang Xiang and the old pirate Barbarossa’s sweep, all pirates in the Freedom Channel have been eradicated. Safe channels and fair environments have brought trade ships like crucian carp crossing a river. Among them are not only smuggling ships and commerce groups but also major super enterprises and regular national fleets.