The Counterfeit Hero
What can a mechanic repairman do... research, modify, come up with ingenious ideas?
What can a mech warrior do... mech combat, intricate maneuvers, unconventional tactics?
What can a special reconnaissance soldier do... deep infiltration, hand-to-hand combat, single-strike takedowns, disguise, stealth, sniper attacks?
What can a military strategist do... analyze battlefield situations, devise operational plans, achieve unexpected victories?
Imagine combining all these roles into one person, a genius who also excels in psychology, deception, and assassin disguise techniques, yet is a cowardly, despicable fat man.
When this oddball finds himself reluctantly thrust into war, how will he react?
Will he become a hero or a laughingstock?
Seeing the military police approaching, the fat man clutched Milan's leg and cried, "Save me! I don't want to die! I've shed blood for the Federation, I've been wounded in the Galileo system, I'm not a deserter!"
The fat man, fearing imminent execution, wailed pitifully. His sorrowful cry was so heartbreaking that it could move anyone who heard it to tears.
Milan was at a loss, kicking the comical fat man away. She turned to Nia and asked, "Are you telling me this guy single-handedly took down the entire command headquarters of the 3rd Mech Division of the Gachalin Aerospace Marines, including a major general and a brigadier general?"
Nia nodded awkwardly, struggling to contain her amusement.
"A hero?" the fat man looked around, incredulously pointing at himself. "I'm a hero?"
"This is a nation of heroes. We will never be conquered!"
DaoistRdE293 · SF
