Mech Wars The Rise of the Hero in Exile

Seeing that the president, who was holding a teacup and frowning, didn't show any reaction, Mikhailovich continued, "The 1st, 2nd, and 8th Space Fleets, which were transferred from the Bermuda Star Region, are gathering in the rear. The maintenance of warships and the replenishment of ammunition and personnel will take some time. The 3rd and 9th Space Fleets have been ordered to set off, detour through the public star region, and look for new jump points to the Atlantis Star Region. The 5th and 10th Space Fleets are still responsible for safeguarding the safety of the capital planet."

"The local fleets have started a full-scale reorganization. After replenishing warships and personnel, it's expected that five to six mixed-type fleets can be expanded."

President Hamilton finally put down the teacup in his hand, waved his hand, and said, "Tell me about your difficulties. What do you need me to do? I will unconditionally support anything the military needs."

After a pause, the president continued, "The domestic situation is very unstable now. Five colonized planets, nearly three hundred cities, and hundreds of millions of people—just like that, they're gone. The public's call for a counterattack is very strong. The opposition parties are also fanning the flames. If we lose Milock Star, we'll be completely passive, and there will be no forward base for the strategic counter-attack."

Seeing that Mikhailovich was about to speak, the president waved his hand to stop him, stood up, walked to the window, and said to the admiral with his back turned, "I know what you want to say, but we have no way back. If we can't hold Milock Star, I'll become the first president in the history of the Federation to resign for taking responsibility, and you'll become the first general to be dismissed. Without sacrifice, there would be no victory. Even if it's a gamble, we can only put ourselves in a desperate situation and then strive for survival. We have to take this chance."

Turning around, the president motioned to his secretary to hand a document to Mikhailovich and then said, "This is all the strength that the Federation can accumulate through national mobilization within three months. I believe that as long as we can hold on for these three months, we can reach a strategic balance. Relying on our resources and production capacity, which is nearly twice that of the Gacharin Empire, we can launch a full-scale counterattack within a year."

"Without sacrifice, there will be no victory." Mikhailovich chewed on these words repeatedly.

"Even if there's only one city and one armed force left, we must resist to the end. Milock Star must not completely fall into the hands of the Gacharin. The public needs victory, so we'll give them victory. Public opinion needs heroes, so we'll give them heroes." The president's gaze was calmer than his tone. "Storm the jump points, rapidly reinforce Milock, unify the ground resistance forces, create federal heroes, and strive for local victories. Do you understand what I mean?"

Mikhailovich nodded heavily. He suddenly realized that he was no longer a pure military man. He was considering political needs more than military ones.

"I hope the choices we make are all correct."

Looking at the president's back as he strode away, the admiral thought silently in his heart.

Tian Kaiwen quietly emerged from the mud pond. Burying himself in the stinky mud pond for half a day and a night was really not a pleasant experience.

While in the mud pond, Tian Kaiwen knew that he was in a really bad situation this time.

Imperial mechas, transport vehicles, and soldiers were constantly shuttling back and forth in the jungle. It seemed that the imperial forces were going to be stationed here until the end of the war. They even cleared a small area in the forest clearing for a super-small transport ship to land. Troops were gathering here continuously, and supplies were piling up like mountains.

Even using his toes to think, the fat guy knew that the federal forces must have retreated to the second line of defense. Maybe the Sujiang Bridge had already been blown up by the federal forces.

Although he was in the mud pond, the fat guy had the ability to tell what kind of force the imperial forces had stationed there and how large its scale was just by listening to the sounds. This was the only pastime for him while hiding in the mud pond. Tian Kaiwen "observed" this hateful imperial force without moving a muscle.

During that day and night, this imperial force was attacked twice by the federal air force. However, it was estimated that they were well hidden, and their supplies and troops didn't suffer much damage.

But as the imperial air force gradually strengthened its air interception, nothing that made Tian Kaiwen happy happened in this jungle anymore. Disguised as a huge mud mass in the grass, the fat guy's mind was racing. "Damn it, if this goes on, I'll either be discovered and killed or starve to death."

If it weren't for the patriotic education he received since childhood, his fear of severe torture, and his reluctance to part with the villa and flying car on the capital planet, the fat guy would almost have gone straight to be captured by the imperial forces.

"I must escape from here no matter what." The fat guy thought fiercely in his heart. "If this situation continues, I'll probably be blown to pieces before I even run out of this forest."

After thinking about it over and over again, the fat guy was at a loss. It seemed that the good thing of escaping smoothly without taking risks wouldn't happen to him.

As a scout, in such a situation, one would usually take methods such as assassinating enemy officers, carrying out bombings, disguising, locking targets for the air force's guided missiles, poisoning the water source, etc., to create chaos and seek survival in the chaos. But these were too dangerous for the fat guy. He almost didn't even want to think about them.

Assassinate the officer? The fat guy would die if the officer died.

Bombing? He would lose his life if the supplies were blown up.

Disguise as an enemy soldier? Was this a movie? The fat guy knew a couple of words in the imperial language and had even overheard the password, but what if he couldn't find the right clothes? The fat guy usually had to go to a special large-sized clothing store to buy clothes.

Lock targets for the air force? Were those few shabby federal planes still surviving? Well, even if they were ace pilots, it would be extremely difficult to break through the blockade of the imperial air force.

Poison the water source? The fat guy was just a mechanical maintenance soldier, not a special forces soldier with a little bit of everything. Where would he get the poison?

The fat guy felt like his head was about to explode. He was in a dilemma.

"Damn it! I'll fight!" Once pushed to a desperate situation, the fat guy's unyielding spirit emerged again.

Tian Kaiwen didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

Just as he made up his mind and was encouraging himself, a tall and strong imperial soldier was escorting two federal captives into the jungle. They happened to pass right by the fat guy.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Glancing around and seeing no one nearby, the fat guy, seized by a sudden impulse and without a second thought, sprang into action. With a quick, forceful twist of his hands, a faint cracking sound ensued, and the imperial soldier's head was violently wrenched around. The man crumpled to the ground like a rag doll whose neck had been contorted into a corkscrew shape by a child. As this was his first time taking a life, the fat guy didn't dare to be careless. He reversed his grip and stabbed a dagger into the throat of this hapless soldier and then followed up with a brutal knee-strike to the groin.

When he laid the body down, he still wasn't at ease and gave the extremely unlucky soldier a blow to the head with the butt of his gun. Then, like a thief stealing a chicken, he dragged the body into the grass.

It took less than five seconds.

The fat guy's legs were trembling non-stop, and his heart was pounding so hard that it almost jumped out.

He had killed someone. This was really a life-or-death situation.

These quick and decisive actions left the two captives dumbfounded.

They were two female captives.

One was a pilot, and the other was a medical soldier.

They were as beautiful as flowers, charming, and attractive.

The fat guy didn't have time to worry about these two stunned female soldiers at all. This shameless guy quickly stripped himself naked and put on the imperial soldier's clothes.

The two federal female soldiers felt like they were about to collapse.

What on earth was this white and fat guy?