Counterfeit Hero

The former Gazalin Admiral Gordon and Hailig, these two, are the twin pillars of the Gazalin Empire. Two complete old foxes. After Gazalin became a Republic, Gordon once served as the chief admiral during the transitional period. With the stabilization of Gazalin’s political situation and the restoration of productivity, he and Hailig have now completely retreated to the second line.

The former Director of the Second Research Room of the Combat Department of the Miloke Front Command, Compton, and the Director of the 6th Research Room, Pat, these two are Fatty’s old acquaintances. In the Miloke Combat Department, the military talents of Compton and Pat are well recognized.

Also, Admiral Blatt, who once commanded the Kato and Jialuo Mountain battles, Admiral Robert, the army commander during the counterattack against Gazalin, the navy’s current mainstay, Vice Admiral Fei Ouwen, and Admiral Chel are also prominently present.

These few, moreover, are stars of the Leray Federation. They are the treasures of the Leray Military. Their experience, for the bandit army this unit born from unconventional paths, is invaluable. With their joining, the combat strength of the bandit army can be significantly enhanced in a very short time, whether it be in military command and combat power development, or in formation cooperation and tactical guidance, the individual combat strength advantage of the bandit army will be consolidated into a collective combat power advantage!

In addition to a few genius commanders emerging from the Leray Federation Guard War, and currently the actual Chief of Staff of the bandit army, Russell and Fang Xiang, Chekov, as well as Carl, Rashid, Stewart, Markovich, Bonnie and the grassroots officers of the bandit army who grew in the Mars Free Port campaign, the entire bandit army has indeed undergone a transformation as seen in this list.

Fatty took a deep breath. Only feeling that the list in his hand was weighty.

These people, some are in Bernadotte’s hands, some are in Russell’s, and a few have come from the Lerayyate Atlantis Star Domain led by Flavio at the moment. They are already the strongest forces that Leray can currently deploy.

To support himself, including Admiral Blatt and other senior generals, everyone has abandoned their positions and ranks in Leray or Gazalin, retired early, and joined the bandit army in their personal capacity. Thus avoiding the trouble brought by their Fei Alliance identity, and solving the issue of rank conflict with himself.

With such support, the shortcomings of the bandit army are no longer existent.

Fatty clenched his fists tightly. If attacking the 31st Army was just to showcase one aspect of the bandit army to people, then next, he needs a better stage to let everyone know what kind of force he is wielding!

The bandit army, having been dormant all along, has finally reached the time to brandish their sword.

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"The transformation work needs more experimental subjects." A cold electronic voice sounded in the empty room.

Standing in front of the interstellar map, Sobel, who was carefully looking at the Southeast Star Domain operational situation map, turned his head upon hearing this.

In the center of the room, the massive central computer’s operation indicator light was flashing rapidly, and data on dozens of computer screens was flowing quickly like a waterfall.

"To what extent has the success rate improved?" Sobel continued to direct his gaze at the interstellar map and asked lightly.

"Twelve percent." The central computer reported a cold data.

"Too low," Sobel shook his head, "In one year, fewer than two thousand transformed soldiers, half of them only at the level of Level 9 or Level 10 Mechanical Warriors. And we’ve sacrificed the lives of nearly fifty thousand Mech Knights."

"You forgot," the cold electronic voice stated emotionlessly, "the combat power of these two thousand can rival five hundred thousand average Mech Knights."

"That was before," Sobel stared intently at the interstellar map, his finger lightly pointed at the position of Mars Free Port, and a red ripple spread out on the virtual screen, "If up against this army, I doubt these two thousand can hold a month."

"Bandit army?" The central computer’s indicator light flashed rapidly, "According to calculations, in a direct confrontation with the same military strength, the bandit army’s win rate is less than twenty percent."

"Unbelievable," Sobel ignored the central computer, gazing at that section of the map, an area interwoven with countless thread-like routes, and spoke in an amazed tone, "So, human potential can be exploited to such an extent. Relying solely on manual coordination, their combat power is not inferior to our Judgers."

"Very good experimental subjects." The central computer mechanically stated, "If successfully transformed, no Mecha can fully exert their combat capabilities."

Sobel smiled bitterly and shook his head, walked to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of wine. Turning around to sit on the sofa, watching the giant computer occupying most of the room. The computer was silver-white, with blue lights whizzing back and forth in the transparent computation area. In front of the central console, dozens of screens spread in three rows, upper, middle, and lower. The flowing data was dazzling.

"Little girl," Sobel swirled the wine glass, "What could be the relationship between you and that little boy?!"

"In my system," the cold electronic voice stated, "the word ’relationship’ does not exist. Your question, I cannot answer."

"I’m particularly amazed by the little boy’s performance," Sobel seemed completely indifferent to the electronic response, continuing talking to himself, "They didn’t realize we had started watching them a year ago. Therefore, the crying performance of the boy named Pipi during the battle with the Jiepeng 2nd Armored Division, to me, is more shocking than any capability he has shown."

Sobel took a sip of wine, his sharp eyes fixed on the central computer: "Look, you have a pleasant name, but you’ve always used an electronic voice, never displayed any emotional fluctuation. Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if you’re hiding your emotions. Aren’t emotions and feelings part of human nature?"

"I am a different life form from humans," the electronic voice stated plainly, "I have no humanity."

Sobel was taken aback, suddenly laughed aloud. He tilted his head back and drained the wine from his glass, stood up: "Alright, little girl with no humanity, I’ll provide more experimental subjects for you. However, you need to improve the success rate. I have a hunch, our respected opponent is no longer content to live out his remaining days calmly."

Sobel walked out of the room with large strides. The automatic door closed behind him. In front, Alessandro waited respectfully.

"Order Admiral Sheldon to set out, inform him that Storm and Blizzard Fleets will support him from behind," Sobel paused slightly, smiled, "Our Jiepeng ally has been waiting impatiently."

"Additionally, have Reinhardt come to my office!" When he brushed past Alessandro, Alessandro heard his nearly imperceptibly soft muttering: "Lord Military God, have you finally found your ally? Watching you fight with a machine for twenty years, I really don’t want to let you leave like this......"

Even though the later words faded away with Sobel’s departure, seemingly as faint as the wind, Alessandro heard them clearly.

This sentence, needing only a little sound, a little beginning, he could make out. Because, since following Sobel, he has heard this sentence many times.

"The honor of the Sobel family shall be retrieved by my own hands!"

In the distance, Sobel’s figure, like a sword drawn from its sheath, gleaming coldly!

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.Chapter One.

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