Counterfeit Hero

The shells, like heavy rain and hail, fell crazily from the sky.

Violent explosions covered Prolo First Avenue piece by piece, destroying the solid earth into trembling water with thousands of ripples.

The violent shock wave drove the dust and smoke to sweep all the way along the street, crashing into the buildings on both sides of the street, shattering glass and destroying everything, and then sprayed out from the windows in other directions. Fiery fire rose into the sky with thick smoke, covering the sky and the sun. The bright light flashed back in the billowing smoke, and there were thousands of muffled thunders.

It is difficult for those who have not been there to imagine the scene of the end of the world.

Not to mention watching it, just the seemingly endless sound of explosions can make people collapse.

The artillery fire lasted for half an hour.

This is not a large-scale group battle in the wild battlefield, this is just a battle for a street in an urban battle! Such intense artillery fire coverage is no longer just a waste. To be precise, that was Caudle's deliberate demonstration!

People don't know how they get through it. This half hour seemed longer than a lifetime. They were praying all the time, praying that the crazy sound of cannons would stop in the next second.

Many of the pilots in the Pulu Branch had their mouths turning a little white. That's a sign of hypoxia. During that terrifying bombardment, they felt like fish on the beach.

However, they were not afraid.

Especially when their eyes fell on the contented fat man next to them and the one hundred and twenty indifferent and calm mecha warriors, all they had was admiration and boiling blood.

From the location of the Purou branch, you can clearly see Fatty.

At this moment, Fatty and the bandit mecha warriors were hiding behind the mecha hall buildings of the major schools on both sides of First Avenue.

The fat man was closest to the intersection and opened the mecha's cockpit. He squatted on the seat and smoked with his eyes closed. To him, the violent explosion seemed to be just a string of firecrackers thrown in front of him. The other bandit soldiers were the same. Some of them smoke, some play handheld games, and some are stretching. Some of them had their heads drooped and were even about to fall asleep.

A whole day of fighting seemed to only make them feel tired to these heartless guys.

In the Tailiu branch. Old Smith, Jeffrey and several elders watched everything happening in front of them in silence. They are waiting for the outcome of this battle.

Unlike the old people who were a little worried after all, young warriors like Cozmo, Baz, and Wetherill. Then he clenched his fists, not hiding his excitement. Beside them, the cockpit cover of the private mecha was always open. They will not hesitate to jump in and join the fight whenever necessary.

Now, they can only wait.

Fatty said, that was one. A grand and wonderful show. them. Just an audience.

Caudle stared at the telescope screen.

On Puro First Avenue, buildings were bombed and riddled with holes. A small classical-style building on the street from Heilongdao Jijiaguan next to the bank building. Has completely collapsed. Bricks, wood, and rubble were flying everywhere in the constant explosions, and dust was billowing.

The sandbags piled up on the roadside had already been smashed into pieces, and when they were directly hit by the shells, they kicked up countless amounts of dust. The broken sandbags rolled in the air, spinning like windmills. Throwing sand. A machine gun mounted on a sandbag. The rocket launchers and the metal bulletproof walls in the trenches have turned into twisted scrap metal, and ammunition continues to explode from the infantry trenches.

There are seven or eight mecha trenches across the avenue. Half of the height has been cut away, exposing the soil under the roadbed. The black mecha wreckage was burning fiercely and exploding continuously like raindrops, throwing the mecha wreckage onto the walls of the buildings on both sides, making a huge noise.

Amidst the artillery fire, the shattered limbs flew into the sky, and large pieces of flesh and blood stumps fell down, hitting the gravel and dust. The blood mixed with the soil and spattered radioactively onto the walls, the ground and the sandbags. The patches of dark red slurry were shocking.

Caudle looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

Burning flames, soot rising into the sky, flying limbs, burning wreckage... This dazzling sight made him seem to have returned to the days when he served in the Binart Empire. In front of the irresistible Imperial Army, All enemies were crushed alive! In order to recreate this day, he has been waiting in the lonely Northern Alliance base for many years!

He waved again. He commanded the mecha and sent out a light signal.

With the last batch of artillery fire coverage, the second battalion began to advance.

Nearly four hundred mechas began running at high speed. The heavy footsteps were densely intertwined, shaking the earth like thousands of horses galloping.

Don't give your opponent any chance! This is Caudle's consistent strategic thinking! After being covered by excessive artillery fire, troops were deployed at once to carry out a crushing attack. The opponent will have no room to exert the suppressive power of their mecha level! Although their electronic interference destroyed one's own command and communication system and also affected the control of the mecha, in such a quick battle, the power of electronic interference will be greatly weakened.

As long as the Second Battalion can form a breakthrough! It will be a devastating battle.

In the blink of an eye, the leading two companies of the Second Battalion had rushed into the enemy position amidst the billowing smoke.

A moment later, the sound of cannons that had been silent for a moment sounded again. Accompanying the sound of cannons was the violent metal collision of mechas in close combat.

More than thirty black mechas emerged from the smoke, and they were completely strangled with the second battalion.

These black mechas with scars all over their bodies were obviously survivors of previous gunfire. They are making their last stand.

The red mecha surged upward like a tide.

However, the black mecha refused to retreat!

Thirty black mechas formed a circular defense formation, blocking the front of the red mecha. They cover each other and advance and retreat in a well-organized manner. In the trenches, on the ruins of collapsed buildings, they leaped and fought desperately.

As the black mechas were killing each other desperately, the red mechas at the front fell one after another. The level advantage between the eighth-generation mecha and the sixth-generation mecha is absolutely overwhelming. Just like in the Gulf War on ancient Earth. When the depleted uranium shells of the US tanks penetrated two Iraqi tanks one after another, the shells of the Iraqi tanks bounced off the armor of the US tanks.

However, the red mecha's numerical advantage made up for this shortcoming. No mecha is invincible. Under the tidal impact of the red mechas, the black mechas also began to suffer casualties. Being outnumbered, they could only use skilled cooperation to alternately move mechas with red energy shields or losing combat effectiveness to the rear of the blocking formation. .

both sides. It was like two groups of wild lions fighting fiercely among the ruins and craters. This is a battle of will and dignity!

Mecha No. 01 piloted by Fatty has become the god of death in the eyes of all red mechas.

This black mecha appears to the bloody mercenary mecha warriors. It doesn't appear to be driven by a human. On the First Avenue of Puro, it is always at the forefront of the defense line. Wherever it pounces, it will cause a bloody storm.

Its thrusts were as sharp as lightning. The battle ax in its hands, the joints of its fists and feet, and every part of its body were deadly weapons. Any mecha targeted by it. No one can escape. You can't kill it in close combat. Long-range artillery fire has no effect on it either.

It was like a ferocious cheetah, using strange changes of direction to dodge the cannonballs. The energy shield on it. At most it is light red, and as long as it slows down the killing rhythm a little and strengthens evasion, it won't take long before it returns to an extremely despairing blue.

One after another red mechas fell to its hands. Some of them were rammed into the formation brutishly and chopped down alive with tomahawks. Some were wrapped up and strangled by it silently from behind, while others were directly picked up by it and smashed into scattered parts on the ground.

If it weren't for quantity, they would always have the advantage. If you don't know that the enemy has reached the end of his life and only needs the final blow. Many bloody mercenary mecha warriors barely dared to charge forward.

What a fierce lion. There are times when I’m tired. Finally, under the frantic repeated impact of the red mecha, the black mecha began to retreat. Their casualties are increasing and their numbers are decreasing. They must use the depth in their hands to resolve the enemy's impact step by step. Caudle looked at the telescope screen expressionlessly. He did not expect that after his almost all-out fire attack, the enemy's defense line had not collapsed yet. The Second Battalion's attack turned into a stalemate positional battle. And we don’t know how long this positional battle will last!

On the screen, as the black mecha retreated, more than a dozen black mechas from behind came forward. Led by the extremely ferocious black mecha, the defense line was stabilized, and the two sides once again fell into a stalemate.

Caudle pinched his eyebrows with his fingers, his face was livid and his teeth were clenched!

The fire elements that fell one after another on the front line were all trained by him. They suffered such heavy losses in the first battle. This was unbearable for him!

Looking at the horizontal paths on the map between the block buildings on both sides of First Avenue, where only two mechas could stand side by side, Caudle punched the armrest of his seat and said sternly: "Order the Third Battalion , press forward from the blocks on the left and right wings, and order the assault company directly under your command to attack immediately!"

Zhang Kai weakly adjusted the camera shots, trying to completely and truly record everything that happened in Puluo Town. His physical strength had completely disappeared in that half-hour of shelling. Until now, my mind is still feeling dizzy.

In the buzzing ears, there were bursts of crying sounds.

Zhang Kai focused a split camera on the owner of the cry beside him - a girl with slightly swollen eyes and crying so hard.

A beautiful girl with smooth black hair and big bright eyes. At this moment, she was standing in front of the window sill, biting her lip, looking at the battle outside the window with tearful eyes, sobbing from time to time.

Zhang Kai sighed softly. A few hours ago, he captured the girl cheering for the black mecha's victory. At that time, her fair little face flushed with excitement, her eyes were shining, and her whole body was filled with youthful vitality and joy from the heart.

However, I didn't expect that only a few hours had passed. Everything has come to this point.

Zhang Kai opened his mouth and tried to comfort this pitiful girl, but he didn't know what to say. Everyone knows that the defeat of the black mecha is inevitable.

The girl was crying, and everyone else in the building was pale. despair. looming over the town of Pro. In the distance, in the central city area, there were also bursts of gunfire. Although the world is big, people have nowhere to go!

Below, an ant-like red mecha. A new round of deployment has begun.

The mechas that had been staying behind had all pressed forward, and they took a circuitous path along the street in the neighborhood toward First Avenue. The entire two-wing block is densely packed with mechas!

Zhang Kai sighed and reached out to turn off the camera. He also didn't want to film the black team's failure.

Even if I lose my job, I won’t do it!

Zhang Kai felt that, at least for a while. These mechas and him. Everyone in the town of Puluo has the same blood and hatred as the enemy. Although there is no relationship between the two parties. However, that feeling is absolutely real.

However, Zhang Kai's hand stopped at the moment he was about to press the switch.

He suddenly discovered that in one of the split shots, there was an extremely strange scene - in a hidden corner of an infantry trench. Several mannequins wearing soldier uniforms. They are taking various shapes. On them were piles of rags. There are also blood bags. Pieces of pork.

A shell that happened to hit there exploded. Zhang Kai was startled by the flash in the camera. He stared at the picture with a strange expression——blood and flesh were flying everywhere in the picture.

Zhang Kai's heartbeat was speeding up, and a premonition drove him to quickly switch all lenses to wide-angle shooting.

In the lens, the tide of red mechas has completely pressed forward, and the entire first block is covered in dense red squirming.

The black mecha seemed to have given up resistance. They retreated rapidly, completely defeated. In front of them, the red mecha in the center attacked harder and faster.

Red advances and black retreats. The flowing colors on the screen are dazzling.

However, when the black mecha that had been at the front retreated through the last mecha trench, this dazzling chase came to an abrupt end.

The earth was trembling, and muffled thunder sounded from the ground.

Time suddenly froze.

People looked around in horror, not knowing what was going on.

Also at a loss are the red mechas in the picture. Their actions were hesitant, and some mechas even stopped and looked around. These warriors walking on the edge of death instinctively knew the danger.

Suddenly, a thunder from the ground jumped out of the bank building and exploded in the air. Immediately afterwards, more violent serial explosions were heard, like the beat of a drum spreading flowers, rapidly passing around the buildings in the first block, deafening. .

Like a volcano erupting, or like an old battleship firing a hundred cannons, the windows and doors at the bottom of the buildings in the first block erupted with countless rolling flames and flying smoke.

In the horrific explosion, buildings began to tilt.

A few seconds later, the shock wave spread out with the First Avenue block as the center, pushing up dust that was so thick that it could not be seen through. It rolled into the surroundings, rolled up into the sky, and covered the sky!

The bank building is gone.

The Delfin Business Center building is also missing.

The Akishin-ryu, Juesha-ryu, and Poshan-ryu buildings were all gone.

Zhang Kai was dumbfounded, and so was the girl next to him.

Everyone was stunned. All the blood in their bodies surged to the top of their heads at this moment, and then retreated with a loud sound. A frightening electric current ran from the tailbone along the vest directly to the back of the head.

No one could believe what was happening in front of them—in just an instant, all the height of the entire square first block disappeared!

The first block was razed to the ground!

People turned their eyes hard and looked at each other with pale faces. It seems that they want to confirm a certain answer from the other party - those hundreds of red mechas are finished.

There is no need to wait for the dust and smoke to clear, just look at the direction of the collapse of the buildings and you will know that not many red mechas can escape this horrific disaster!

This was a massacre, a... well-planned massacre! .