Counterfeit Hero

"Where are the troops of the Northern Commercial Alliance moving to now?"

Chuck strode to the electronic sand table and looked down at the flashing cursor on the sand table and the virtual terrain of mountains, rivers and valleys. He was already getting impatient with this boring battle.

"The four battalions of the Northern Alliance's Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment have left the west of the central city and are gathering 25 kilometers east of Puluo Town, preparing to pass through the ring road to the southwest." The staff officer standing next to the sand table quickly replied, He looked at the watch on his wrist: "However, the bandits have destroyed most of the roads between Central City West and Puluo Town. Their advance is very slow. It is estimated that it will take another two hours to reach the designated location."

"Two hours! Is this their most elite armored regiment?" Chuck snorted, his eyes wandering back and forth on the sand table: "As for the northern line, I remember they still have two armored regiments from the industrial area in the northern part of Central City. You set off, where are you now?”

"Those are two mixed groups from the Northern Alliance." The military staff officer said: "They are moving at a slower speed. Since the bandit army made a long-distance attack on Silicon Valley, the highway there has become a mud swamp. Now, they have just Following the path in the outer agricultural area and passing through Silicon Valley, we are still two hundred kilometers away from the town of Polo.”

"These idiots, this is what they call a coordinated attack?" Chuck slapped his hand on the electronic sand table and said angrily.

"Colonel, those guys want to pick something ready-made." A military staff officer with brown hair and sickly pale skin said: "When attacking the port of Lille, our militia allies tasted such sweetness. Thousands of Far East Victory type mechas and more than a dozen Sly Foxes. This caused the world's largest faction organization to collapse. This time, with us as the main offensive force in front, they seemed to only want to march all the way to Puluo Town."

"Stupid businessman organization..." Chuck snorted coldly: "Always like to play with their cleverness, I really don't know how the military would choose such a group of wastes... Contact Thelwall , let him order his troops to speed up their march and attack as soon as possible. The precious lives of the soldiers of the Sus Empire are not sacrifices for this dirty planet."

"Yes!" A military staff officer took the order and left.

Chuck turned his attention to the virtual screen. In the monitoring screen of the electronic mecha's telescope, the 402nd Regiment's seventh attack ended in failure again. The remains of dozens of boxing champion mechas were piled up on the not very steep slope of Highland 205, burning fiercely. The retreating Suss mechas were like ants whose nests had been taken over by the enemy's fierce fire, and they were in a mess and panic. The ground retreated to the attack position.

Looking at the less than 500-meter-wide position on Highland 205, Chuck was livid, and then issued an order that was diametrically opposed to the precious lives of the Sousse soldiers: "Order the first and second battalions of the 402nd Regiment to reorganize immediately. Commit to the attack and tell Whoever dares to take a step back and punish them on the spot! Order the 3rd Battalion of the 402nd Regiment to follow behind and use a fuel-fueled attack. Even if it costs their lives, they must take down this high ground before dark!"

Chuck didn't want to be ridiculed by Suess's colleagues after the war, with two full armored regiments. Not even a single high ground could be taken down. In his opinion, the honor of Sussian soldiers is far more precious than the lives of Sussian soldiers.

The sound of squeaking metal friction and noises resounded again, and on the attack position of the Suss Armored Regiment, the officers were yelling and yelling loudly. Reading out the order just received. The heavy boxing champion mecha, which had retreated in disgrace, regained some of its vigor amidst the roar of its engines and the sound of commands as it regrouped its attack formation.

The previous failures were not unacceptable to the Sussian army. Although the high ground occupied by the enemy is not too steep, the terrain is complex and the narrow slope cannot accommodate too many mechas to attack at the same time. And the enemy's powerful firepower. It was the first attack that no one had expected before the war. The Suss soldiers almost thought they had hit the main force of a certain Fei Alliance country head-on.

After several tentative attacks, although the two battalions of the 402nd Regiment lost nearly two hundred mechas, the opponent was equally uncomfortable. Their losses were greater, and their resistance became weaker each time. On several occasions, several mechas from the first battalion rushed into the opponent's trenches. If it weren't for those cunning guys who dug many mecha traps with leg mines here and there on the position, if it weren't for them Launching a counterattack by sharing the same fate, the 402nd Regiment had already barbecued and camped on Highland 205. \\\\\\\\\\\\

Colonel Chuck gave the death order, and the officers nervously made pre-war arrangements. On the slope in front of the attack position, more than a hundred Boxers and a dozen Fortresses were frantically pouring artillery fire on the enemy's high ground. Behind the position, thousands of mechas were arranged in three assault formations. This time, no retreat is allowed. If the first battalion falls during the attack, the second battalion will step in. If the second battalion is also dead, the third battalion will charge until the position is completely occupied!

Concentrating superior forces and forcibly piercing a point in the enemy's line. Such a forceful attack is a very familiar combat method for the Sussian army. They have done it countless times before. The only difference is that before, they faced armored troops from Chakna or other countries. This time, they faced a group of infantry from the free world.

Even though the intensity of firepower and resistance of the bandits was somewhat unexpected, Colonel Chuck was making a fuss out of a molehill.

On the cold and simple cockpit console computer of the Boxing King mecha, as the red light of a warning light flashed next to it, a large piece of information and coordinates were displayed. Immediately, the Suss mecha warriors who were gathering heard the sound of something coming from the defense line. The gentle sound of gunfire suddenly became rapid.

Meteor shower-like energy cannon light clusters jumped across the low sky at dusk and hit the 205 Highlands overwhelmingly. The shock wave of the explosion rolled up loose sand and threw it in all directions. The messy wind carried dust and spread it everywhere. Dead branches and gravel were scattered, intertwined in the air, and fell on the slope like raindrops. There was a constant crackling sound on the leaves and rocks.

The fire coverage lasted for a full half hour. The mechas on the position that used a four-cornered stand to bombard almost used up an entire tank of energy. The violent vibrations during the bombardment made the entire defense line tremble.

The defensive mechas in the center of the front line have been torn apart to the wings, revealing a road pointing straight towards Highland 205.

"First Battalion. All assault!"

Following an order, more than 300 mechas from the 1st Battalion of the 402nd Suss Regiment swarmed out of the woods and jumped out of the two-meter-high trench armor blast wall. .

The dense formation scattered like a handful of mung beans as the mecha sprinted quickly. Behind them, the remaining two battalions maintained a tight formation, moving little by little to fill the gaps left by the attacking mechas.

The ground shook with the sound of the mecha's footsteps. Who would believe that those flesh and blood bodies on Highland 205 could withstand such an attack.

"coming!"

Cosmo's heart was beating violently. The brown soil, the burning wreckage, the black explosion residue on the ground and the red blood stains that could no longer be seen, the smoke pillars rising into the sky, everything was distorted by the violent charge of the Suss mecha group and became unreal.

This was the first battle of the third regiment and camp of the bandit army led by Cozmo. Despite the presence of Markovich and the Knife Company, Cosmo couldn't help but feel his heart racing.

As a fighter who grew up in the free world. Cosmo, like the other Phantom Flow companions in the first battalion, is accustomed to all kinds of fights. That was already part of their lives. However, everything I have experienced is different from the war in front of me!

To be honest, Cozmo was really panicked when he first entered the position.

A five-meter-deep mecha trench was dug into the position. Just enough for the mecha to enter the trench in a prone position while traveling on its tracks - once it enters the trench. The whole world has changed.

Countless energy shells fell from the sky, and violent explosions occurred one after another, densely packed without any gaps. The sand and gravel rising up into the sky were like waves crashing onto the embankment, falling down messily and hitting the external armor of the mecha, making a crackling sound.

Sky. It had been obscured by the thick smoke and flying dust from the burning mecha. Countless limbs and broken arms. Flesh and blood, large and small, were flying in front of Cozmo's ground. Blood. In the explosion, it turned into a cloud of blood mist, dyeing the transparent canopy red.

Cozmo even looked at a severed hand with only three fingers attached to the porthole in front of him. When it slid down, the blood mist that obscured everything opened a gap filled with dusk light and fire smoke. =First Start=Looking through this bloody gap, I saw the ground, it was hell.

Not only here, the entire free world, and even the entire universe, are such areas!

Cozmo knew that this was a war sweeping the entire human world, and people like him could not escape it no matter what. He could neither kneel down and beg for mercy, nor hide in the deep mountains and forests. Although they are civilian pilots, the education they have received since childhood is still about honor and fighting.

However, it is not possible to fight just because you want to. The free world has been blocked for too long. What is isolated is not only the economy and technology of this era, but also war. They never thought that a real war would look like this!

Without a complete set of energy attack methods and energy defense systems, on the battlefield of this era, it is almost equivalent to bare hands and naked body. No matter how skilled you are in close combat, you still won't be able to fight back in a group battle. Compared with the old projectile weapons and energy weapons in the free world, they are more like toys in the hands of children. Modern military mechas from various countries do not even need energy shields. Their armor alone is enough to withstand 99% of attacks from metal projectile weapons.

You are lucky to join the bandit army. Not only Cozmo thought so, but almost every fighter who joined the bandit army thought so. And this feeling of luck became especially strong when I took over the controller of the newly modified mecha from Fatty!

Juesha Ryu and Poshan Ryu, the two schools that once stood at the top of the pyramid, have been completely defeated! Their mechas and infantry regiments equipped with old-fashioned weapons were defeated by the military mechas of the Northern Business Alliance. At this time, the Third Regiment of the Bandit Army had its own military combat mecha - Zhanjian.

To be honest, the pilots at the time were very disappointed. This kind of mecha modified from a private mecha is very crude. Even compared to the completely undecorated mechas of the Sous Empire, the swordsmen looked like civilians standing in front of nobles.

Zhan Jian is seven meters tall. It is black in color and weighs fifty-eight tons. It is a medium-sized individual mecha. The head of the mecha looks like a heavy knight's helmet in the Middle Ages. This kind of helmet-type head is often used in both military and civilian mechas, but the styles are different, simple and easy to manufacture.

but. Obviously, no one has bothered to make this helmet more beautiful. It looks like a low-quality iron mask worn by prisoners in the barbaric century. The uneven shell is wrapped with an electronic vision system, and there are two slits at the ears. A round hole finally exposed the radar system a little bit, and the ugly mouth containing the measurement system was like a pumpkin carved by a child for Halloween, without any industrial aesthetics at all.

Under the mecha's head is the fuselage. There is no neck. That thing has no other use than increasing the enemy's attack points. Humanoid mechas don't mean they have to be exactly the same as man-made ones. However, those carrot heads from Silicon Valley are really a bit of a jerk. The lower edges of their sword-wielding helmets almost retract into their thick shoulders. Is this the aesthetics of those tech monsters?

The chest is a thick and ugly piece of composite armor, and the broad shoulders and strong arms look like it. It's not so much a machine as it is a few solid pieces of steel put together. Coupled with the reverse-jointed legs shaped like frog legs and the three-toed feet like dinosaurs under the lower abdomen, the pilots could not connect this devilish muscleman with such an elegant name as Zhanjian.

Such an ugly design, placed in a personal mecha full of streamlined beauty, no one wants to take a second look at it. But. When you really sit in the cockpit of the mecha. When controlling this ugly big piece of iron to fight, the warriors knew that they had got something - it was definitely a masterpiece. They even wanted to sleep in the cockpit of this ugly mecha every day!

The engineers still slandered the scientists, but praised the fat people.

In the eyes of the mechas, the ugly appearance must be the fault of those scientists who don't understand mechas. And the mecha is in actual control. That expression that matched almost every desire in their hearts must be the masterpiece of the fat man!

There is no superb mecha control skills. Without a deep understanding of mecha combat, there is absolutely no way to use the limited materials and technology in the free world to create such a popular mecha.

The ferocious power is the first thing that warriors know about sword fighting. .

This ugly mecha is extremely powerful, whether it is the engine power, the explosive power of instant start, or the attack power of its fists. This didn't surprise everyone. After all, just looking at the ferocious shoulders and arms of the mecha, they were mentally prepared.

However, when the mechas saw Fatty driving this ugly guy and smashing a private mecha into scrap metal during the mecha demonstration, their jaws dropped in shock. That lightning-like sprint from a distance of fifty meters, that battering ram-like shoulder, and that deafening bang. . . . . .

Looking at the deformed and twisted personal mecha, the eyes of the warriors dropped to the floor. They had never thought that mecha combat could be so brutal.

Next, they saw the speed provided by Zhanjian's pair of anti-joint mechanical legs, and saw how agile this seemingly clumsy guy actually was.

The circular arrangement of the four-circuit twin engines in the power cabin was something the pilots had never seen before. The super explosive power provided by this engine makes the sword's instant speed far exceed that of all private mechas that the mechas have come into contact with.

And its sixteen-rod multi-body transmission system and anti-joint drive system maximize the power provided by the engine. The heavy body of fifty-eight tons cannot affect the speed of the mecha at all. Moving and leaping, all the data of the mecha were above the standards of the ninth generation mecha.

Owning a ninth-generation standard military combat mecha was simply a fantasy for mechas in the free world before.

No one expected that this fantasy would become a reality.

Clover Studio’s super carbide, Terrain Dragon Studio’s multi-body transmission system, Titan Studio’s super-sensing array radar technology, Muller Studio’s bionic drive technology, Constantine Studio’s six-point collaborative joint system . Black Devil Studio's three-point layout electronic balancer, Jacques Studio's energy shield frequency conversion neutralization technology, and Pyramid Studio's invisible painting. . . . . . The cutting-edge technologies of the top scientific research institutions in the free world have become part of the mecha. Coupled with the engine technology and hummingbird auxiliary thrusters provided by Fatty, it can be said that the sword is the top mecha that truly represents the free world.

In terms of long-range firepower, Fatty spared no effort. On the mecha, those gun barrels looked terrible. They are a 260 mm caliber main energy cannon and two 50 mm caliber energy machine cannons. Although the barrel is ugly, the metal it uses is smelted according to the formula of Le Lei's military weapons, and it is enough to withstand tens of thousands of energy shots.

This kind of energy cannon, produced by Fatty's energy burst device technology and energy ejection technology, has been jointly researched by dozens of top scientists from the Logistics Research Department. Not only can it be produced using existing resources and equipment in the free world, but it can also be used in some important areas. In terms of indicators, it even surpasses many world-renowned energy cannons. Coupled with the self-loading shelling armor-piercing missiles, the entire mecha can be described as a firepower fortress.

Now, it will be a sword that integrates the technology of the free world. First appearance!

The Sousse Armored Regiment was covered with ferocious artillery fire, and came to an abrupt halt when dozens of Boxing Champions at the front of the triangular attack formation broke into a hundred meters in front of the 205 Highland Front.

The smoke caused by the explosion had not yet dispersed in the wind, and the sand and gravel that fell like a torrential rain were still crackling. As the ground trembled violently, a portable energy cannon with a twisted barrel abandoned at the front of the position was completely trampled into scrap metal by a mechanical foot that fell from the sky, and was filled with gunpowder smoke. The majestic figure of the first boxing champion appeared on the bandits' position.

Sporadic artillery fire could not stop the Suss mecha's advance. After the first boxing champion, there is the second and third car. . . . . .

When the front end of the entire triangular attack formation had penetrated deeply into the endless smoke and dust of the 205 Highland Front. All the Sousse soldiers in the rear. All relaxed for a while. Even the second and third battalions of the 402nd Regiment, which had been preparing to fill in, involuntarily slowed down the pace of gathering at the attack position.

After all, flesh and blood cannot stop the attack of the torrent of steel. The previous attacks almost cut off a layer of Highland 205, making it impossible for any living thing to survive there. Not to mention so many shells, even if the ground was full of rocks when they landed on the position, it would be enough to smash everyone on it into a pulp.

"Go!" The 2nd Battalion's 500 boxing champion mechas and dozens of fortress heavy mechas, which had already stood at the forefront of the attack position, heard the order from Officer Suss. Scrambling to get out of the trench. They are all veterans of the war. At this time, no matter how brave you are, you won't get hurt. Naturally, everyone strives to be the first.

The commander of the third battalion followed. Subconsciously he looked at the time on the helmet's electronic glasses, turned his head with a smile, and wanted to say something to the group leader whose expression was also relaxed. . . . . . However, before he could say anything, the smile froze on his face.

On Highland 205, a military bugle sounded faintly.

The commander of the third battalion suddenly turned around, and his peripheral vision swept over his colleagues beside him. Yes, from the expressions on everyone's faces, he knew that he heard it correctly, it was either an electronic bugle or a bugle! A bugle blown with the mouth! The loud and short sound of the trumpet cut through the heavy smoke screen and resounded throughout the sky.

Immediately, the first earth-shattering explosion sounded on Highland 205.

There was a violent explosion and flash, illuminating the smoke screen in front of the position!

"kill!"

A voice followed the sound of bugles and explosions. Like a giant exclamation point after a speech.

In the blink of an eye, countless huge and vicious figures jumped out of the trenches on Hill 205. It was an ugly mecha that the Sussians had never seen before. They suddenly appeared in front of the boxing champion mecha that was caught off guard. The 260 mm caliber energy cannon sprayed out countless deathly light groups, intertwining into a thrilling fire network.

The dozen or so boxing champion mechas that rushed at the front were instantly swallowed up by these light groups. Their energy shield reached energy saturation in less than a second and finally burned out the energy probe. Immediately afterwards, the armor of the mecha was torn into pieces, and the entire mecha was torn apart in a violent explosion.

More and more ugly mechas jumped out of the trenches, and their firepower began to extend. Chains of light continued continuously as their poor cannon barrels shook.

"God!"

On the attack position, all the Sussians were stunned.

They didn't understand when the infantry on the position turned into an entire armored battalion. They didn't understand why their mecha radars and electronic mechas failed to detect the changes in the enemy's position. They even didn't understand where the army called the Bandit Army found so many people who dared to attack within a distance of fifty meters. A madman who stood up to the gunfire of the boxing champion mecha.

The first battalion's triangle assault formation began to scatter.

The unexpected blow inevitably caused the Sussian mecha warriors to panic. They forgot their position, forgot to cooperate and cover. At such a distance that was almost within arm's reach, they could only desperately dodge and fire blindly.

Their 180mm caliber energy cannons are dwarfed by their opponents' energy cannons. The Sussians were going crazy. They couldn't imagine why such a large-caliber energy cannon would appear on a mecha in the free world instead of on the flank of a certain frigate.

Is this still a mecha?

There was no time to figure out their doubts. The almost violent firepower of the bandit mecha was like a flood, destroying everything

The Sussian triangular formation was huddled on the narrow slope of Highland 205. If they were still facing the infantry, this wouldn't be a problem at all. Even if they faced the private mechas they knew in the free world, it wouldn't be a problem.

However, when they faced hundreds of these ugly and fierce mechas on the battlefield, it was a disaster! .