"Look, what's going on?""
It's the marshal, his face is so ugly, there is no blood at all!"
An invisible stir instantly swept through the command hall of the [Heidfeld].The generals watched in amazement as the paramedics rushed to the command seat nervously lifted Hastings out of his wheelchair and into the emergency treatment chamber of a small medical mech.When the mecha passed by, through the hurried figure of the medical staff, everyone vaguely saw Hastings's thin and pale upper body, which was full of various tubes.The entire body is immersed in a green healing liquid, and the respirator takes up more than half of the face.His deep, sunken, wrinkled eyes were tightly closed, and his gray head floated in the water.The muscles atrophy of the calf is like that of a baby.Time, as if frozen in this moment.At this time, on the twenty-meter-high Skynet screen in front of the command hall, countless warships were fighting fiercely.An energy cannon with a caliber of several meters or even more than ten meters shoots meteor-like energy cannonballs at enemy ships thousands of kilometers away.Huge clusters of light crisscrossed the silent void, olive-shaped heads dragging long, thin tails, and the energy that was constantly peeling away was like sparks.Fighter planes flew under the stars like petrels, sometimes soaring, sometimes tumbling and diving.Thousands of warplanes chased each other, the winding tail streamer and the lashing on-board energy cannon in a mess.And in the command hall of the battleship, it was also a busy scene.On the rows of consoles, all kinds of charts are hovering, scrolling densely packed with text and data.The staff officers in front of the stage were busy working.They either clutched the communicator and yelled red-eared, or ran scurried down the aisle with papers in hand.Footsteps, system chimes and internet phone ringtones are heard endlessly.Everything in front of them made all the generals feel as if they were in a dream.A white medical mech is passing by.On the transparent glass of the mecha's treatment chamber, the image of the main screen and a few green texts swimming like fish are reflected.In the distance, the light of explosions swept through the porthole of the battleship one after another, illuminating the entire command platform in a miserable white.And Hastings, in the company of this noise and light, floated silently in the green liquid of the treatment chamber.Watching the medical mecha step down from the podium, watching the automatic doors in the command hall cut off the backs of the medical staff and Margaret, who was already crying, everyone's minds went blank.Hastings, the god-like old man who had been crisscrossing the universe for decades, stepped down from his podium in such a way at this time?"
It's over."
A lieutenant general from a northern member state has a white face like paper.He stared blankly at the disappearing automatic door of the medical mech, and muttered, "Why now......
Why now?
”The words of the lieutenant general were like a thorn in the hearts of all the generals of the Filipino Alliance.Looking at each other, the generals were as dead as ashes for a while.They already knew that Hastings was terminally ill, but they never dreamed that he would fall at such a critical moment.At this moment, on the hundreds of thousands of kilometers of battle line in the Twin Star Horn Corridor, the Fijian Allied fleet is engaged in a bloody battle with the enemy.From the left flank to the center and then to the right flank, the steady and steady fleet of the Western Covenant is like a huge meat grinder, devouring the living force of the Filipino Alliance.Every minute and every second, a battleship turns into a flaming fireball in space.In terms of troops, the Filipino Alliance was originally only half of that of Western Covenant.Coupled with the fact that Hastings suddenly became critically ill and lost his command ability during the most difficult stage of the war, the defeat of the Filipino Alliance was already ironclad.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 number of troops is twice that of the West, who is Sober's opponent?
Could it be the fat man?
Macchia, Barras, and Fujii turned their heads to look at the command seat almost simultaneously.They were amazed, and they didn't know when, the white and chubby fellow was already sitting firmly in Hastings's seat.............
"General Tian." ”McKinley stood beside the fat man, staring at the honest young man.With Hastings seriously ill and gone, the entire command hall was in shambles.Whether it is the staff officers of the base camp or the generals of the member countries, they all invariably focus their eyes on the command seat.Seeing the fat man sitting in Hastings's position, everyone was shocked and disdainful, and there was a lot of discussion in each other's ears.As one of the people who knew the coalition best, McKinley knew that few people in this hall would pin their hopes of victory on this unremarkable fat man.This is especially true of generals such as Tsuyoshi Fujii and Ballas who have prejudices about the strategy of going south.He believed that at the first opportunity, these people would not hesitate to order the fleet to turn around and head north along the main southeast channel through the central star field of Leray, back to Trefland, and join Liver's banner.For them, it is not only more in line with the interests of their country, but also it is far more practical to pin their hopes on Li Fo, who has been famous for a long time and has maintained an undefeated record against the Western Covenant, than on this fat man who is different in both prestige and status.Before the outbreak of the war, Li Fo was one of the five tiger generals of Feiyang.Now, he is the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces of the Filipino Alliance, and the first person in the Filipino Alliance military after Hastings!
And this fat man, although he is the designated successor of Hastings.However, he was not confirmed by the Supreme Command of the Filipino League and the Joint Parliament, nor did he hold any position in the coalition command.The country in which he lived was a small country that did not have much say in its heyday.Although the army under his command had repeatedly defeated powerful opponents, its own strength was only eleven A-class fleets.Such a small number of troops may be enough to fight a local battle, and if you want to become the core and main force of the Filipino Alliance and lead hundreds or thousands of Fijian Alliance fleets to win this war, it is tantamount to a fool's dream!
After the fall of Hastings, no one with a modicum of sanity would have any 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 forces in their hands!
McKinley knew better than anyone that once the fat man decided to continue the battle, then the first thing he faced would be an attack from within the Filipino coalition forces.Hearing McKinley's voice, the fat man turned his head.
(To be continued)