Counterfeit Hero

Following Tian Xing into the actual training ground after exercising, dozens of warriors from the four major schools were more and more shocked as they walked.

There was no one else leading the way except Fatty, Old Smith and Jeffrey. The pilots in the training room resumed training, and the bandit soldiers in charge of the guards stood motionless at their original posts. Along the way, other members of the bandit army, including the recruits on the other side of the training ground, were all immersed in training, without even looking at these dozens of people.

The entire training ground was filled with a kind of silent fanaticism. It seems that nothing else can arouse the interest of these bandit soldiers who focus on training. Their full concentration made people suddenly feel frightened.

Walking into the spacious training ground, not far away, dozens of bandit soldiers were crawling quickly in the mud. They climbed through the quagmire, grabbed the rope and climbed up to the high platform, then jumped down without blinking. After tumbling on the ground, they ran forward quickly, climbed over several obstacles, crossed the single-plank bridge, and climbed up the rope net. , flying on a single rope between two pillars tens of meters high.

In the center of the training ground, some bandit soldiers were training in unarmed combat. The soldiers worked in groups of two, choked, captured, fell down, and stood up again. In the flying dust, loud shouts came one after another. The training had been going on for who knows how long. Some of the soldiers were obviously exhausted and were still staggering on. Even when he was standing, he couldn't stand firmly, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

The pilots of the four major schools no longer had the arrogance they had at the door of the training room just now. They quietly watched the training of the bandits with twinkling eyes. Among them, there were many bandit warriors who they knew as Phantom flow and Tai flow fighters. Regardless of their mecha control skills, at least now, they feel that these people are completely different from them.

Why it's different, no one can tell. This is the training that only these infantrymen can do. In the past, it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the martial arts warriors. They have always believed that only mecha skills are worth practicing hard. But now. But they saw a kind of toughness in these past opponents that made people fascinated!

The physical training of the mecha style cannot produce this kind of effect! The Phantom Style and Xintai Style have been completely integrated into the bandit army, and those civilian mechanics have become well-disciplined bandit soldiers! Think about the combat effectiveness of the one hundred and twenty black bandit mechas you saw, and then look at these people in front of you. Everyone in the four major schools feels a kind of suffocation.

If you faced such an opponent on the battlefield, how sure would you be of winning?

Walking to the mecha landing pad, Fatty stopped in front of a Hengdao, patted the cold shell of the mecha with his hand, turned to Thad and Bridgeman and said: "This kind of mecha is called Hengdao is the eighth-generation top combat mecha of Fimen. It is equipped with a 300mm caliber armor-breaking energy cannon, two 150mm caliber high-speed machine guns, four anti-aircraft missiles, eight ground-attack missiles, and a fully enclosed energy cover. A set of semi-enclosed energy covers, the maximum road speed is 520 kilometers per hour, the maximum cross-country speed is 360 kilometers per hour, and the instantaneous direction change and return speed is 80 meters per second! The burst speed of directional short-distance sprint is 190 meters per second. !”

Looking at the black mechas lined up neatly in front of them, they listened to Fatty's introduction. The pilots of the four major schools remained calm on the surface, but deep down, there was a storm in their hearts.

Except for the photos in military magazines, no one present had ever seen this type of military mecha. before the war broke out. In the free world, under the blockade of the Supreme United Council of Mankind, such mechas are absolutely not allowed to exist.

After the war broke out, even though they had known that the blockade was in name only and that these weapons of war would sooner or later enter the free world, they only discovered it when it was actually placed in front of them. The shock he suffered was far greater than he imagined. more serious!

Today's Mars is no longer a planet that can be ruled by private mechas or mechas modified with old-fashioned metal projectile weapons. Look at the ferocious barrel of the black mecha in front of you. Listen to its performance parameters - who can resist the steel torrent formed by thousands of these mechas?

This is a war, not a battle of forces before the free world!

These three major schools, Juezha Flow, Poshan Flow, and Tai Flow, have been flirting with Xiyue for a long time. However, in the end, before Xiyue's military mechas could even set foot on Mars, the Fei Alliance had already taken the lead! The Northern Business Alliance had been holding back for so many years. Everyone present knew how much the paramilitary armored regiment that suddenly appeared in Puluo Town would cost. But so what? In front of these one hundred and twenty black mechas, they only ended up being annihilated.

When you look back and think about the strength of your own genre, think about your own personal mechas and a small number of modified mechas, can you not feel panicked? When the arms ships arrive at Mars one after another, when the military mechas fall into the hands of other factions through different channels, and when the Mars planet is filled with artillery fire and smoke, what can people like them do?

Use your own personal mecha to fight against such a military mecha, don't be kidding!

Looking at the silent mechas of the four major schools, the fat man smiled slightly and said: "There are many mechas like this in the Fimen League! From now on, the regular equipment of the bandit army will be far more advanced than this kind of mechas! To tell you the truth, The Filipina League is determined to win the Mars Free Channel! In addition to military considerations, the Filipina League also values ​​Mars’ strong productivity! In the future, this place will become the Filipina League’s most important arsenal!”

"What?" Fatty's words caused a violent commotion.

"Once Mars becomes the Fei League's mecha and ship production base, what changes will happen here? No need for me to tell you?" The fat man boasted without batting an eyelid: "After the war, the free world will be affected by this. Become a member of the mainstream human society, with no material blockade, no restrictions on residence, and no discrimination and exclusion! Here, it will be managed by the mecha sect as the main body and protected by the Fei League, integrating manufacturing, transportation and mecha industries. As one autonomous region!”

In the dead silence, the eyes of the warriors from the four major schools were filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

Everyone knows that war, for some areas, means destruction, death, poverty and chaos. However, all human wars. But there are always a few places that have become the biggest beneficiaries of the war. Some of these places have always been prosperous, while others are remote. However, because of the war, countless companies, armies, government agencies, schools and people who relocated from the front lines gathered in these areas. This creates a wealth concentration effect during war! .

Of course, Mars Freeport will not be the rear of a big country, and no one would expect it to be a political and cultural center or a logistics industrial base. However, as more and more refugees arrive, as long as the Fei League allocates part of its military production orders when it takes control here, a series of chemical reactions will occur in the entire free world!

The influx of capital, energy, raw materials and technology will completely change the industrial system of the entire Mars Freeport, and the economy of Mars will develop rapidly. And what follows. It is the prosperity of transportation, medical care, trade, technology, tourism, entertainment and other industries that depend on this huge industrial system!

If the Fei League really wins the war, if it is true as the fat man said, this place will become an autonomous region integrated into mainstream human society! Then, the free world will no longer be a hell for exiles, but a paradise created by war! At that time, what benefits will these factions that have joined the Fei Alliance camp from the beginning and have controlled the free world for thousands of years get. That is simply unimaginable.

But, is all this true?

Thad, Bridgman and others looked at each other and saw what they saw in each other's eyes. It's all heartwarming. Regardless of whether the fat man can fully realize what he said, it is worth giving it a try! Living in a free world, you face deception and deception every day. What people here lack most is the innate spirit of adventure in their bones.

Life has only lasted for more than a hundred years, and the four major schools are currently in the same situation. Don't take a chance and give it a try. How long will it take? !

"Okay!" The fat man pointed to the personal mechas of Tailiu and Phantom flow next to him, and said to Thad: "Since it is a competition, of course there is no need for military mechas. You can use your own mechas, if If you like, you can choose any of the private mechas here. How you want to compare is up to you... But, let’s talk about it up front, what can I say if I win, but some of you lose, and How to say?"

"Bet?" The warriors from the four major schools looked at each other.

"Originally, in a few days, it will be your folk mecha school's quadrennial championship match!" Fatty said leisurely: "Am I remembering it correctly?"

Thad and the others smiled wryly and nodded. In a few days, it will be June 6th. Normally, this time would be the date of the largest event in the folk mecha fighting world - the genre federation championship. This has been a tradition in the free world for thousands of years.

The big factions showed off their strength at the competition, the smaller factions tried to make a splash, and the major forces reorganized their seats and established a new order---but that was before the war broke out! By this time, the genre federation is completely finished, who still has the heart to hold a championship match?

No matter how good the disciples you train, no matter how sophisticated the techniques you develop, and no matter how advanced the mecha is, what's the use? Now Mars is talking with guns and cannons!

"Although the school federation has been disbanded, we still have the school mutual aid alliance." Fatty seemed to have no self-awareness about this so-called mutual aid alliance composed of two schools that were looked down upon at all. He said shamelessly: "I have always Prepare to summon all the major sects to come to Puluo Town, firstly, to compare skills, and secondly, to discuss how to restore our sect’s traditional status and deal with this war.”

"However, since you guys are here today.****" Fatty looked at Thad and others and said: "Why don't we discuss it in advance! According to the tradition of the championship, the winner takes all! Since we are competing, we naturally have to have some points. Caitou, if I lose, I will treat you tonight. If you lose, I will make an announcement and announce that you have joined the faction mutual aid alliance! All the mechas will be under the unified command of the bandit army! Of course, the techniques I promised will be fulfilled!"

"Damn it, he'll get a meal if he loses, and we'll be annexed if we lose. How can such a good thing happen in this world?"

"This fat man is really shameless!"

"Do you think our sect master is a fool? Who would agree to such a condition?"

The warriors from the four major schools suddenly became commotion and whispered among themselves. Even the bandit soldiers next to him looked dumbfounded. Who would agree to such conditions?

"Okay! I agree!" Surprisingly, Bridgeman, the leader of the Black Dragon Dao, agreed almost without hesitation.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, Bridgman remained calm and composed, as if it were such a condition. He was already very satisfied.

The only one who wasn't surprised was the fat man. He just glanced at Bridgeman twice, nodded, and then surrendered his eyes to Thad and the other two.

"I agree too!" He spoke this time. It's An Linton of Qianjun Dao. This first-level mecha commander, who was born with white hair, stood at the end from the beginning to the end and followed the crowd quietly. At this moment, he expressed his stance very simply.

The mechanics under him didn't understand. These four leaders of their respective sects were all old ghosts who had been wandering in the free world. How could they not understand.

On the surface. The fat man’s bet is very unfair. In fact, it is giving the four major schools a step up. Precisely because it is unfair, no matter whether they win or lose, the reputations of the four major schools will not be damaged.

Moreover, on the territory of other bandits, even if they win, what can these factions expect to get from their guns? Does that fat man look like a person who is willing to suffer losses? In fact. The most important thing is that such a bet also opens a door for the four major factions to join the bandit army.

They are all spiritual people, so why don’t they understand these principles? Since others have given the steps to open the door, you must know how to cooperate. If you really ask for a fair bet, you are just asking for humiliation. The plan of the four major schools joining forces could have been abandoned long ago.

With Bridgeman and Annlinton taking the lead. Thad and Fawn also nodded in agreement.

The fat man only made a gesture, and the heated training in the training ground stopped immediately. The bandit soldiers quickly gathered into a neat queue and ran out of the way of the training ground. When Thad and others' special mechas drove to the sidelines, dozens of disc-shaped data collectors had already flown around the venue. Hovering in the air.

The entire training ground was filled with a sense of excitement.

The direct dialogue between the two mecha war gods, the two first-level mecha commanders and the fat man who once played in nine halls, no matter where it is, it will be a rare highlight of a thousand years----disbanded The bandit soldiers and the warriors of the four major factions all retreated to the observation platform aside, and each of them poked his head and turned on the terminal display of the data collector. The crowd was packed with water. .

Fatty chose Cozmo's mecha. This slim blue mecha was named Liuguang. It is the thirty-fifth generation of Phantom Style mecha, and has always adhered to the characteristics of its predecessor and Phantom Style techniques. Win with speed. The appearance of the mecha has not changed since the days of the Phantom Flow or the Chuckner Li family. The only things that have changed are the engine, materials, transmission, electronics and other systems of the mecha.

Therefore, almost every civilian mecha knows this kind of mecha. He even fought against this kind of mecha. The only difference between Cozmo's mecha and other ordinary phantom flow mechas is that the materials used in the mecha are better, the engine is specially made with money, and its explosive power and power are greater.

However, no matter what, this is just a phantom flow mecha. In the Mars Freeport, this kind of mecha almost represents the two words of decline and ordinary - the declining phantom flow, the most common mecha.

The first opponent it has to face is Pentium, the genre's top mecha driven by Qian Jun Dao's first-level mecha commander Anlinton.

Even the bandits themselves admitted that the golden galloping standing in the center of the field looked majestic. The humanoid body is tall and majestic, with a square chest armor, black striped belly armor, streamlined arm armor and leg armor. The overall look is like an ancient warrior about to draw his sword and go into battle.

This mecha is Qian Jundao's special mecha. Because Qianjundao has relatively strong economic strength among the major factions and has long focused on the design and development of mechas, their genre mechas are famous throughout Mars Freeport. And the reason why they can rank in the top eight of dozens of genres is that this excellent mecha plays a big role.

There is a saying that has been circulating among the mechas of the genre that Qianjundao mechas who drive Pentium are more powerful than those who drive other mechas. From this point, we can also see Pentium’s overwhelming advantage over Streamer.

As the number one master of Qianjun Dao, Anlinton himself couldn't remember how many times he had competed with Phantom Flow. Countless battles allowed Anlington to understand the performance, strengths and weaknesses of mechas like Phantom Flow. All very clear.

What is particularly worth mentioning is that Anlinton has never lost a single match against Phantom Flow. Therefore, when I saw the fat man getting into the streamer cockpit. Anlinton has initially established a psychological advantage. No matter how good the fat man's skills are, at least at this moment, he still feels very calm.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the mechas on both sides started quickly, amidst the roar of their engines. The hydraulic system of the mecha's limbs made a dull and continuous sound of friction. After a moment, with the sound of metal snapping when the transmission rod was in place, the two mechas completed their extension and entered combat mode.

Anlinton was the first to attack. Golden Gallop suddenly kicked his legs and rushed towards the fat man.

"Parallel jump!"

"Okay!" Almost at the same time that Pentium started, a loud cheer erupted in the training ground.

The golden mecha was as fast as lightning. Even though its whole body was in the air, it was only two meters above the ground. Curl up and bend your legs, as if you are a football flying close to the ground. The trajectory of your sudden advance is a straight line parallel to the ground without any ups and downs. It is the unique parallel leap in the Qianjun Dao technique!

Anlinton's charging technique at the beginning was effortless. The mecha went from stationary to extremely fast in just the blink of an eye, and the aerial posture was wonderful. The precision of the movements is unparalleled. Looking at the mecha's body bending and kneeling movements, when it got in front of the fat man, it was a powerful kick. Speed, power. The angles are impeccable.

The people present were all masters of mecha fighting. Naturally, they could see the brilliance of Anlington's move and immediately cheered.

How would a fat man cope?

No one thought Anlington could win with just one blow, but when they saw Pentium approaching Liu Guang, his mechanical legs went straight to his chest, Liu Guang stood still like a piece of wood. Everyone couldn't help but sweat in their hands.

Just when the two moving mechas were about to collide. With so little time to spare, the streamer finally moved!

A move. It's a storm!

Facing Anlinton's series of kicks, Liu Guang stepped back and shot with both hands.

One palm, two palms... Pentium Block's unparalleled series of kicks were all blocked by Liu Guang's frantic palm strikes. The collision between the two mechas was like cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan. The sound of crackling metal was as intense and rapid as exploding beans.

In the stone fire and electric light, two lights and shadows, one blue and one gold, had already formed a ball.

The mechas on the sidelines opened their mouths wide. The strong wind stirred up by the mechas made their faces numb, and the thunderous sound of steel clashing made many people cover their ears.

After the dozen or so kicks kicked out by Golden Gallop were neutralized in an instant, he was not frustrated, and his attack became more fierce.

The technique of Qianjun Dao is already famous for one man charging into the formation like a thousand troops. At this moment, Anlington used all his skills, using his hand speed of fifty-five movements per second, to turn the golden fist into a Thousands of meteors hit each other faster and faster. The fists were raining down on Liu Guang's vital parts, not to mention blocking him, even the people on the side felt out of breath just by looking at him!

Although the pilots were dazzled by what they saw, Thad, Fawn and Bridgman were also speechless.

I have long heard that Anlington has the ability to be promoted to the God of War. In recent years, due to the fact that there have been less and less discussions between schools, Anlington has almost never made a move. Everyone's understanding of him is still the same as what he was three years ago. When defeating a first-level mecha leader from the Juesha style.

That time, Anlinton fully displayed his Qianjun Dao skills under the fierce attack of the first-level mecha leader, fighting to the death. The two sides fought for a full hour. When the mecha was almost scrapped, Anlington used Qian Jundao's weird technique to surprise him and finally won.

That battle shocked the entire free world, and from that time on, Qian Jun Dao's Qian Jun Technique established a reputation as a top-notch technique. Even without the God of War, Qian Jun Dao still ranks eighth in the genre rankings. People don't dare to provoke easily.

Unexpectedly, three years later, Anlington had far surpassed his level back then. Judging from his current control skills, even Thad and Bridgman, who are level three mecha war gods, are not sure they can beat him.

However, what is even more shocking is that no matter how fast or fierce Anlington's attack is, the streamer driven by the fat man remains calm in the golden light of his fists and legs. Keep it watertight. The two fought so fast that for a moment they couldn't tell who was attacking and who was defending.

In the field, the fat man rose into the air and circled like a windmill. Kick to Ann Linton. Anlinton did not retreat but advanced. The golden galloping body ducked to avoid Liu Guang's whirlwind kick, and then he stepped forward and raised his body, swinging his fists sideways, one to the left and one to the right, like two cannonballs. Go straight to Liuguang's head. .

"Okay!" Thad couldn't help shouting. This technique of Anlinton is Qianjundao's first-level technique advancement hammer! The subtlety lies not in the double-peaked ears, but in the extreme speed with which the mecha dodges and enters.

During the match, if the opponent kicks in the air, an empty goal will inevitably be exposed. The Qianjundao fighter, who has exquisite attack techniques, seizes this opportunity and uses his double peaks to fight at close range, making it difficult to escape. And Anlinton has been immersed in Qianjun Dao techniques for decades. He has already become proficient in the control of hiding and entering. When used at this time, in the eyes of everyone, it was lightning fast!

The head of a humanoid mecha has always been a key part of close combat. Once destroyed, the mecha's perception system and balance system will be damaged, even if it can still fight. The combat effectiveness will also be reduced by 50%! In a battle between masters, once the head is destroyed, it is basically a failure.

The fat man's situation was even more difficult than that of other pilots who encountered this move. The other fighters kicked sideways and swept across, but finally one foot was on the ground as a supporting leg. As long as you are familiar with Qianjun Dao's fighting style and dodge immediately after kicking in the air, you will always have a chance to escape. But at this moment, the fat man's legs were in the air. The movement is beautiful, but it happens to be just when the old strength has been lost and the new strength has not been regenerated. Anlinton's fists are like poisonous snakes that have been waiting for an opportunity for a long time. There is no way he can let go of such an opportunity!

Exclamations suddenly arose. In everyone's eyes. Fatty's failure is a foregone conclusion.

But. This is just their idea. Even before the thought had passed through their minds, their exclamations still lingered in their ears, and the fight in the middle of the field had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Anlinton was bound to win, and his two peaks hit the blue streamer... To be precise, he hit the phantom of the streamer! The two iron fists couldn't hold back their momentum at all, and they struck each other suddenly through the phantom, making a deafening sound.

At the same time, the stream of light had changed directions several times, appearing behind Anlington like a ghost. He waved out his hand and tapped the back of Galloping's head with his finger.

Golden Pentium stood blankly in the center of the field as if his acupuncture points had been tapped.

This crisp sound of metal knocking was far less than the symphony of gold and iron during the fight just now, but in Anlinton and in the ears of everyone present, it was like thunder!

Although what they saw in their eyes was an afterimage, it did not affect their final determination of the trajectory of the blue mecha!

The fat man didn't land, and naturally he didn't send the mecha's head under Anlington's fists. The blue streamer just stood up lightly in the air, and unexpectedly soared into the air again, doing a backflip and getting out of the range of the golden galloping fists.

Immediately afterwards, there were several consecutive changes of direction. In an instant, he appeared behind An Linton. Then, the dust settled! He could knock Anlinton's mecha on the head, or punch it there and pierce it!

In the dead silence, Thad and Bridgman pushed aside the four groups of pilots and bandit soldiers gathered in front of the data collector terminal computer, and anxiously flipped through the combat data on the screen.

They know the trick. That's the phantom flow's genre technique - turning one into a hundred!

There is no core technique in the phantom flow, and this technique is not very secretive. That's just two level two basic skills, one level three set and one special skill. Many people in the free world know it, and many people have mastered it! Even Sade himself had pulled out phantoms.

However, who can use it as quickly as the fat man says? Who can be as fast as lightning? Not to mention other schools, even Phantom Style, which has lost its core techniques, has long been unable to truly transform one into a hundred!

No wonder the Phantom Flow followed him so wholeheartedly. No wonder the Phantom Flow abandoned the control area and moved to Puluo Town from the very beginning!

From the perspective of Sade and Bridgman, how could they not see that since the fat man could pull out four or five phantoms so easily in such a small space in such a short period of time, he could naturally turn one into a hundred at any time. !

What they need now is confirmation!

The data finally appeared before our eyes. From Fat Man's windmill circling to the final end, it took four seconds!

Thad and Bridgeman ignored it stupidly. Suddenly, they didn't know whether it was fear or surprise.

Two second-level basic skills, one third-level fixed form, plus five special skills required for the five phantoms. Without excluding the time required for landing and striking, this fat man actually shortened the time of these basic skills. Improved by 70%!

"God!" versus wonderful. .