Counterfeit Hero Chapter 120: Volume 3 - 29 Waiting for You to Come Back

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Rashid laughed: "Don’t be embarrassed, it’s not like you have to go yourself. If you’re really that embarrassed, I can talk to Deputy Tian for you. By the way, what’s that girl’s na again..."

Without thinking, Torick replied: "Daisy."

"Hahahaha!" The communication channel exploded with laughter. Only then did Torick realize he had fallen into a trap.

Rashid laughed so hard he doubled over: "Yes, you indeed deserve to be a Special Reconnaissance Soldier. You’ve even reconnoitered her na. Daisy, this girl is good. Her chest dancing moves are quite skilled. No wonder your eyes keep shifting left and right when she dances."

"Hahahaha!" Another burst of laughter erupted in the communication channel.

"Damn it!" Torick, blushing furiously, angrily piloted his cha into the transport ship.

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All sorts of incidents, drunken brawls, sudden madness among new recruits, jealousy fights, group brawls, etc., occurred frequently.

The detention room of the Constitutional Soldier Law Enforcent Team was almost full.

As combat readiness levels were upgraded, fewer and fewer soldiers had the chance to vent at bars. Especially the Army units landing in the first stage, they were ordered to stay in the camps, cancelling all outings.

Those who had vented enough earlier now did their best to encourage themselves. After all, everyone was going to the battlefield, no one wanted to be cowardly! If death cos, so be it! But just as they decided to brave it all, the attack plan was suddenly postponed on the eve of the offensive. The soldiers trapped in the camps beca increasingly restless. Military commanders at all levels were anxious, seeing the situation; all kinds of reports flooded to the forward command, full of complaints, so indirect, so straightforward—all basically saying: if the waiting continues, control will be lost!

The President and Supre Command Departnt, Admiral Mihailovich routinely issued inquiries, demanding explanations from the forward command. The reply was clear, aside from the President’s office being sowhat anxious about several urgent promotional activities to be conducted after the offensive, no one had raised objections. On the other hand, the Leray Federation’s acceptance of forr Gazalin Empire Admiral Russell as the chief military advisor showed considerable tolerance, sothing Russell discussed with Hamid privately, finding it hard to imagine in the Gazalin Empire.

The forward command temporarily organized several large-scale morale-boosting performances for the first stage combat troops, while the training for the second stage landing soldiers was intensified so that these overly energetic guys wanted nothing more each day than to sleep, having no ti for other thoughts.

In July 2061 of the New Era, as the fourth mixed fleet of the Leray Federation led several Imperial fleets and drew an arc in space, leaving the space jump point exit area of the Galileo Star System, the vanguard warships of the first and second mixed fleets of the Federation appeared at the Galileo Star System’s space jump point.

The Galileo Battle officially comnced.

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As they were discussing which actress on stage had longer legs or which star sang better, all officers and soldiers of the 16th Armored Division of the Federation Air Marine Corps suddenly heard piercing ergency assembly calls. The originally leisurely yellow combat alert lights turned red, spinning rapidly and emitting ear-piercing screams. Almost simultaneously, every soldier’s record unit received the ergency assembly signal.

The vast military camp imdiately erupted, people swiftly dispersing from the performance venue. Reporting sounds began echoing in front of each barrack. chas sped to the assembly point one after another, and the massive vibrations made the dazzling stage lights tremble. The stars performing on stage stared blankly at the scene; the young people who had been cheering for their performance turned into disciplined soldiers, none of them giving the stage a glance. Iron-clad camp, iron-clad soldiers!

Everyone knew, the war had started. They stood on stage, watching these soldiers standing straight as javelins, with eyes full of tears, knowing that once these young n left, few would return to cheer for them again!

The stage fell silent, the dazzling lights quietly extinguished at so point.

Soldiers who had finished forming ranks began their departure one by one.

The actors gazed dumbly at these young, energetic soldiers, walking one step at a ti towards the battlefield, watching them turn from young n to resolute soldiers in an instant.

Soone started singing the old Federation song "The Day of Victory, Waiting for Your Return":

When I send you off.

I stare dumbly at the horizon.

Your figure sinks, my heart climbs with longing.

In my mory, you carry a gun with an unafraid smile.

When the artillery explodes by your ear, when bullets fly near you.

When you face fierce enemies, drawing your roaring long sword.

The smoke of war seems right in front of my eyes.

My heart, filled with unbearable pain.

I am already in tears.

No matter how long the war lasts.

I will wait for your return.

On the day we finally achieve victory.

No matter the disease, pain, poverty, turmoil,

I will wait for you to co back.

On the day of ultimate victory.

The stage lights turned on again, and the actors danced and sang with all their hearts and souls. The songs floated in the military camp, accompanying the last soldier as he walked out. Until the entire military camp was empty.

The camp was dead silent; tears finally burst out, and a group of beautiful girls cried together.

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Rashid rubbed his eyes and muttered in the regional communication channel: "Hey, these girls."

A burst of carefree laughter echoed in the channel.

Rashid laughed: "By the way, Torick, isn’t it true you fancy that girl in the green dress?"

A burst of laughter erupted, and Torick angrily retorted: "Who said that! Who... who fancies her!"

Rashid chuckled mischievously: "I didn’t see anything all night; I was just watching you! You stared at her without blinking once. Damn, don’t deny it."

Torick fell silent, completely exposed.

Rashid laughed: "Find a mont to ask Deputy Tian to relay a ssage for you, ask him to speak to that girl on your behalf."

Torick felt a bit moved, thinking it would be safer for soone else to do it, but mumbled: "You’re talking nonsense..."

Rashid laughed: "Don’t be shy, it’s not like you have to do it yourself. If you can’t even handle this, I’ll ask Deputy Tian for you. By the way, what’s her na..."

Without thinking, Torick answered: "Daisy."

"Hahahahaha!" The communication channel exploded with laughter. Torick realized he had been tricked.

Rashid laughed so hard he nearly fell over: "That’s a true Special Reconnaissance Soldier for you, even the na has been investigated. Daisy, this girl is nice, her chest movents are very skillful in dancing. Whenever she dances, your eyes keep shifting left and right, up and down."

"Hahahaha!" Another burst of laughter erupted in the communication channel.

"Damn it!" Torick blushed, angrily controlling his cha to board the transport ship.

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Fatty first received the information sent by the Special Reconnaissance Group, they were on their way.

He was in a daze, not hearing Ann Lei calling him several tis from beside him. Seeing him lost in thought, Ann Lei sat close to him, wrapped her arms around his and softly asked: "What are you thinking?"

Slling her hair fragrance, Fatty said dazedly: "The Sixteenth Division has moved out, I don’t know how these guys will fare. Lucerne’s defense is very tight, and Russell is causing trouble at this ti. Until now, I still don’t know the specific strategic plan."

Ann Lei wrinkled her small nose and laughed: "Yuna said this plan is very thorough, Admiral Bernadotte and Admiral Russell studied it for a long ti before deciding on it. Moreover, the Federation’s military strength is now starting to take advantage." She hesitated for a mont, finally saying: "In the second phase, I will also follow the Intelligence Bureau to Lucerne."

Fatty was startled and said nervously: "What are you going there for?" Ann Lei turned her head indifferently: "It’s my job."

Fatty was about to ask more details when suddenly, his military communicator vibrated on his waist. It was a ssage from Russell, requiring Fatty to report to the command room imdiately, the simulation assessnt was beginning. Fatty clenched his teeth and stood up, grabbed so change of clothes, and left. He must figure out the strategic plan, understand the strength data of both sides; after all, the opposing commander is Liebgoet! He must understand what dangers are hidden in Lucerne, this beautiful planet nad after a small town in ancient Earth’s Switzerland!

Just as he reached the academy gate, he encountered Big Head Karl, Fatty’s eyes lit up. This guy is a chatterbox, as long as it doesn’t violate confidentiality regulations, he will tell him almost anything. He often discusses battle situations with him when there’s nothing else to do. Speaking of combat plans from the Combat Departnt, who else would be clearer on the overall strategy than the guy responsible for simulation calculations?

Fatty plastered a big smile on his face and approached. Russell, you old ghost, you forbid from inquiring in the Combat Departnt, but today at the academy gate, if I don’t inquire but soone insists on talking to , you can’t control that, right?

Fatty reached Karl and patted his shoulder, smiling insincerely: "Karl, have you been busy with work lately?"

Karl saw Fatty, grinned but didn’t say a word. Fatty found it strange, Karl said: "I know what you want to say. General Russell specifically ordered, anyone who tells you the strategic plan will be sent to the military court!"

Fatty froze, rage rising from his heart, bracing himself angrily and sinisterly approaching: "What did you say?"

Karl trembled and whispered: "General Russell knows we get along well, I’m in charge of the simulations, afraid you’d co to inquire about the news, specifically instructed not to tell you!" After speaking, he looked at Fatty pitifully yet with smugness and said: "Instructor, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. If you were the Marshal, I’d tell you!"

"Marshal!" Fatty felt helpless: "If I were the Marshal, would I still be played like this?"

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