What can a mechanical repairman do... research, modification, wild ideas?

What can a mecha warrior do... mecha combat, exquisite maneuvers, unorthodox moves?

What can a special reconnaissance soldier do... infiltrate enemy lines, hand-to-hand combat, defeat the enemy in one move, disguise, stealth, sniping?

What can a military strategist do... simulate battles, plan operations, win with surprise tactics?

A genius who can combine all four professions into one, and is even proficient in psychology, deception, and assassin disguise techniques, turns out to be a timid, cowardly, and despicable fat man.

When this strange guy is forced into a war, what will he do?

Will he become a hero or a coward?

……

Seeing the military police walking toward him, the fat man grabbed Ethan Brooks's leg and cried, "Help! I don't want to die! I have bled for the Federation, I was wounded in the Galileo System, I'm not a deserter!"

The fat man, thinking he was about to be executed, wailed so miserably that anyone who heard it would be moved to tears.

Ethan Brooks didn't know whether to laugh or cry, kicked the ridiculous and comical fat man away, and asked Emily Carter, "You mean this guy single-handedly took out the entire command of the Gacharin Aerospace Marine Corps' Third Mecha Division, including a lieutenant general division commander and a major general chief of staff, a total of seven senior officers, and is a Federation hero??"

Emily Carter nodded awkwardly, looking like she wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"Hero?" The fat man looked around in disbelief, pointed at himself, and asked, "I'm a hero?"

……

This is a land of heroes, we will never be conquered!

★☆【Volume One】☆★

Chapter One: The Fleeing Mech Repairman

William Carter lay motionless in a shell crater, the dirt on his body blending him into the surroundings. In this former artillery base far from the battlefield, he was the only living thing left. Not even a mouse. There were never any mice on Milok Star to begin with. This small hill, covered in dense jungle, had once hidden a Federation artillery company, but they had been reduced to ashes in the shelling a few days ago. All kinds of wreckage were scattered around William Carter—some metal, some flesh and blood. The ammunition explosions had destroyed over a hundred meters of jungle, and the fire had burned for two days before dying out. William Carter felt a bit drowsy, his eyelids drooping again and again. He slapped his own face lightly, forcing himself to stay alert and watch the battlefield.

This was the twenty-first battle for Federation Aerospace Marine Corps Corporal William Carter. From the Galileo System to the Newton System, the retreating Federation Army had lost twenty-two resource planets and five human colony planets. Milok Star was one of the two human colony planets in the Newton System; the other, Milok II, had been completely occupied by the Imperial Army two months ago. If this planet fell as well, the Federation Army would have to hand over the Newton System, with its more than thirty resource planets.

But William Carter didn't care about any of that. All he cared about was how to survive the war. The philosophy of self-preservation was his iron rule. So, after twenty-one battles, Corporal William Carter, a mechanical maintenance soldier in the 1st Squad, Logistics Company, 3rd Armored Battalion, 5th Armored Division of the Aerospace Marine Corps, was still just a corporal. His comrades who had survived the first eighteen battles had mostly been promoted, but after fighting across three planets from the Galileo System to the Newton System, only he was still alive. The 5th Armored Division of the Federation Aerospace Marine Corps had been wiped from the records. Ninety-five percent of the division had died in battle, and the remaining five percent were left on Milok II, with little hope of survival. William Carter had barely escaped with his life, lucky enough to catch a retreating warship and be assigned to the remnants of the 9th Armored Division, retreating to defend Milok Star.

He quietly moved behind a tree felled by shellfire and, lying on his side, took a leak. It was a technical job, but William Carter was already quite skilled at it. As long as the ground was a bit higher, the urine wouldn't flow back and wet him. After so many battles, at least William Carter had learned not to wet his pants in fear on the battlefield. Shivering, he felt a bit more awake. He spat to the side and cursed his bad luck. Originally, the 9th Armored Division, having lost forty percent of its men, had been ordered to retreat to the Darwin System for rest. But because the Imperial Army managed to land on Milok Star within a week, the High Command had no choice but to order all nearby units to concentrate and resist, holding off the Imperial Army to buy time for reinforcements to assemble.