Counterfeit Hero

Sitting on the wide leather seat in the specially arranged lounge of the Catastrophe-class cruiser "Red Ocean," Fatty and Milan turned to look out the porthole. The spiral-shaped Canglang Star Port 22 floated high above the blue and white planet. The lights of the port twinkled in the black universe, with countless warships and various spacecraft coming and going.

The entire port looked like a conch shell surrounded by floating plankton.

As the ship gradually moved away from the port, the crowd seeing them off on the dock became very small, yet through the porthole, one could still clearly distinguish the continuously waving hands of the officers in front, and still see the neatly saluting dark green formations behind them. It was Old Marshal Li Cunxin, Pei Litong, Balmer, and all the warriors they led from the 13th Armored Division and the 51st Armored Division.

It wasn’t until the port turned into a small dot next to a little blue and white ball due to the ship’s sudden acceleration that Fatty turned back, curled his lips, and said, "They’re going back to Hanjing in a few days too, so why make such a big deal about the farewell, as if it’s a final parting."

"You..." Milan lightly punched Fatty, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "People came to see you off, and you’re not even grateful."

"Who asked them to come?" Fatty glared and said gloomily, "It was hard enough to get a few days to rest, yet these guys kept hounding me, insisting I go to Hanjing as soon as possible, saying the Supreme Command wants me there. Really, what’s the Supreme Command got to do with me? Can’t a person live their life?"

As he spoke, Fatty rubbed his elbow on Milan’s arm, looking utterly exasperated, "I haven’t even had enough of the hot springs these past two days."

Milan blushed deeply; her pretty face turned as red as if it had been scorched by fire. She reached out and pinched a bit of flesh on Fatty’s arm hard, her lovely eyes flowing with a shimmer, as if they contained a pool of spring water ready to spill over at any moment. It was a sight that left a Chuckna officer who had just entered the room in a daze, as if lost in a trance.

"General." Seeing Fatty’s unkind gaze, the Chuckna officer came back to his senses, saluting and saying, "Your communications request has been sent. Once we pass the Jump Point, we can establish communication."

"Okay," Fatty nodded, checking the time. It would take six hours to reach the Jump Point from here, and there was still a lot of work to be done in those six hours.

He got up, warmly seeing the officer out, set a locking password on the automatic door, and turned back to grin at Milan.

"Don’t even think about it..." Milan, knowing full well what Fatty was thinking, giggled as she turned her head, only to suddenly let out a shriek. Her graceful figure had already been swept up by Fatty’s arms and carried horizontally.

Fatty strode into the bedroom inside the lounge cabin.

Milan, wrapping her arms around Fatty’s neck, laughed and panted coquettishly, "No, Fatty, I still have to go to a meeting with the professors later... Ah..."

Before she finished speaking, she was thrown onto the soft big bed by Fatty.

The bed, covered with checkered sheets, emanated a clean scent as Milan’s clothes were peeled off piece by piece, revealing her white and tender skin slowly to the air, like a little white lamb.

"You scoundrel... you’re always bullying me." Milan, holding onto Fatty’s large hand as it moved incessantly across her soft chest, offered up sweet lips, murmuring.

"If you have the nerve, you can bully me too." Fatty’s nimble fingers made a deft move, and Milan’s bra disappeared without a trace. Her fair, pliant breasts, like clots of creamy white jade, gently bounced free.

"Fatty, just wait till we get to Chuckna, and see how we handle you..." Milan’s smooth skin pebbled into tiny dots under the cool air from the air balancing system as she slightly raised her hips, allowing Fatty to slide down her skirt and stockings. At the top of her long, beautiful legs, only a slanted black lace panty remained, exposing half a round, smooth bottom.

Fatty’s fingers glided into her panties from her slender back, holding onto that full, smooth bottom.

Ann Lei, Bonnie, Helen, Meiduo, Nia....

Milan bit her lip threateningly, her enchanting eyes met only with an inflamed passion in Fatty’s heart. In this chaotic world, they were his home, his life, the most important part of his life’s journey.

The two naked bodies entwined on the checkered sheets, and after a moment, the sounds of a storm and Milan’s soft groans filled the entire room.

"Ann Lei always stayed with us at Chuckna First Military Academy...." After the passion, Milan, with her beautiful face still flushed, lay on Fatty’s chest, chuckling with her lips curled: "Those pursuing her could fill the whole Hanjing City. There are students, professors, people from their intelligence department, and also officers from various countries in the Allies. Fatty, you better be careful."

"Careful?" Fatty gently tickled Milan’s underarm, which prompted a burst of laughter. He patted his chest and said, "In this world, someone worthy to be my rival in love hasn’t been born yet."

"You just keep boasting!" Milan held on tight to Fatty’s hand, preventing him from causing trouble, her smooth body squirming in Fatty’s arms like a loach: "I think those people are all better than you. More handsome, more charming, more witty, more elegant. Quite a few of them are new-generation military geniuses, with television networks doing exclusive reports, and countless young girls crying and clamoring to marry them."

"By the way..." Milan said, propping herself up and stroking Fatty’s face seriously, "There’s a Feiyang Vice Admiral named Daniel Fasset who pursues her closely. I hear he’s Feiyang Admiral Leefer’s favored protégé, known as Little Leefer."

"I’ve cursed Old Leefer to hell and back, so what’s a Little Leefer?" Although Fatty looked disdainful, he felt a little wary: "What’s he doing in Chuckna?"

"He’s the commander of the Feiyang 31st Army, previously sent to Chuckna as a senior liaison officer for allied military cooperation, stationed at the Feiyang garrison. He ended up at the First Military Academy to participate in a year-long military command training course. After meeting Ann Lei, he relentlessly pursued her; the whole academy knows about it." Milan said, resting her chin on her hands: "Oh, and among the recently announced batch of Feiyang reinforcements to Canglang Star, Feiyang 31st Army is included."

"31st Army, under Leefer?" Fatty frowned.

From the previously gathered Feiyang army intelligence, Fatty had mostly been focused on the Feiyang 6th Army, famously a Hastings loyalist unit, the mysterious ace Double-headed Eagle Unit, and several Feiyang divisions he had dealt with during his time with Gazalin Mezrich. Except for not knowing much about the second division of Double-headed Eagle, he’s certain the others were sent by Margaret. But who would’ve thought, among this reinforcement group, there’d be an entire army of four divisions, directly loyal to Leefer.

What exactly is Hastings planning?

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. Okay, although it’s a bit shameless, this Chapter is a little over two thousand words, but, really, I’m out of time. These Chapters set up the future plot development and conflict lines. I guess everyone won’t be too anxious. It’s a shame, but I kept to my word this time. Really not easy, not easy, it’s a touching miracle of perseverance.

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