Counterfeit Hero

"Did everyone hear it?" The fat man turned around and looked around at everyone.

Fatty's answer was a very low gasp. Soldiers, grit your teeth.

Most of the people present have relatives in Puluo Town. Wife, son, parents, that is their home, the core and most precious thing in their lives. They have lost many relatives before arriving in Puluo Town. If they lose even this last relative, they will have nothing!

The fat man wiped his swollen lips with his sleeve and spat on the ground: "Do you need me to tell you what to do?"

Still dead silence. In the cool night, the calm faces of the soldiers, illuminated by the campfire, clearly looked as ferocious as the bared teeth of evil wolves.

In the night, the tall mechas around cast their shadows slanting down, like steel monsters.

Standing next to the mecha was a group of men who were not so neat.

Some of them are fat, some are thin, some are tall, some are short. Among them, the oldest is over forty years old, and the youngest is only in his early twenties.

If you put these men next to the ranks of the regular army, they are not even as good as the militia!

Now, they stood there quietly, far or near. The queues were unorganized and the uniforms were dirty and wrinkled. However, the light of the bonfire danced on their bodies and faces, emitting a biting murderous aura and a strength that was not inferior to any ace army!

The one with the neatest queue is not the ace

Those with the best scores in training subjects are not aces.

Ace military and civilian members. There has always been only one thing, and that is to be unscrupulous and look down on all the arrogant soldiers. Their arrogance is accumulated by an army with a record of victorious battles! Not to mention failure, even if the victory is not clean enough, for them. It's all a shame!

Twenty-four hours ago, these civilian mecha masters could only be regarded as a group of rookie recruits who could barely walk.

Although they are driving tenth-generation mechas, and although they have mastered mecha martial arts that transcend the times, they are still far from being called arrogant warriors. He has never experienced the tempering of blood and fire, in the eyes of a soldier who has spent the rest of his life fighting. Even if they are extremely skilled, they are still inferior to shit!

However, twenty-four hours later, they were already led by Fatty. In the enemy's core hinterland, kill several in and out. Defeat the overwhelmingly superior number of enemies time and time again. Breaking the bloody path again and again. The soldiers were killed with more than a thousand Northern Alliance mechas and thousands of Northern Alliance soldiers. It’s infiltrated to the very core!

After being tempered by hundreds of battles, one day is enough!

"Beep beep..." The communicator on the mecha rang again. The crisp sound seemed extremely loud in the dead silence of the ruins.

The fat man turned around and pressed the connect button.

"Colonel Tian...?" An old man appeared on the screen.

As soon as he saw the person on the screen, Fatty felt relieved. (. first release)

"My surname is Su, Longxinghui, Su Kezhou." The old man said with a smile.

"I thought you guys could really hold it back." The fat man waved his hand boldly. He said generously: "In one hour, I will give you the first airport. In a word. Do you want it?"

"Yes!" Su Kezhou was stunned, and then replied simply.

"But you can't ask for it for nothing..." As soon as the other party revealed his thoughts, the fat man said it with a straightforward and generous face: "We have done all the dirty work, and the benefits will be distributed later... ..You’re too embarrassed to take the big head, aren’t you?”

I was expecting a military genius, but I didn't expect him to have such an expression. From being arrogant to being bargaining, that face has become nothing more than excessive.

For a moment, Su Kezhou couldn't laugh or cry.

He doesn't care about the distribution of benefits. Not to mention that Di Mars has been completely destroyed. Even if it is intact, there is nothing worth coveting for the powerful Chakna Republic. What the Longxing Society needs is to control the Mars planet area. Eliminate all hostile forces. Cooperate with Chakna’s domestic threats and control of main waterways.

In Su Kezhou's opinion, the fat man's current expression was as funny as a beggar trying to negotiate with a rich man about who should own the big fat movie he asked for. In the study, Su Kezhou and Cheng Zhixuan looked at each other, feeling a little regretful.

This fat man has shown an astonishing military talent, but after all, they are just wanderers in a country that is about to be captured by the West and the capital is about to be divided internally.

His identity has already determined the fate of the army he leads.

Judging from the signals sent by the Fiji Alliance Joint Command, they obviously no longer have much trust in the Lere Federation. LeRae, who failed, even lost the capital to cooperate with Chakna. Although their vice president is still spending all day in the presidential palace, there is no news about any cooperation plans of Le Ray. One day, the Lere Federation will become the same as the Salaga Federation! Then, what all Lelei people face is not just a problem of distrust.

For a fat man in such a country to raise a militia in the free world can only be described as a grandma who doesn't love his uncle.

Looking at the fat man with a dirty face on the screen who was looking at him with vigilant eyes, Su Kezhou smiled faintly and nodded.

This is just a planet without resources. Even if the bandit army embraces all the personnel, factories and territories of Mars, it will be of no use! Without a powerful fleet, they can only stay on this planet. It is much easier to deal with them than to deal with the Northern Business Alliance, which has a Western background and fleet.

Su Kezhou even believed that when the dust of Mars settled, in the future, with just one word, the troops raised by this fat man would join the Fei League. Isn’t that what the Fei League headquarters means? !

Leaving Su Kezhou with a simple and satisfied smile, the fat man cut off the communication. =jun-zitang-shou-fa=

Back to the campfire. has been extinguished.

"I need ten people to go to the Northern Alliance base with me." The fat man looked in the direction of Puluo Town and clenched his fists: "There is a group of bastards there! If we let these bastards live for one more second, an innocent person will die. .They may be our parents, or they may be our children..."

"Damn it. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you anymore." The fat man looked at his watch: "Fuck me, step forward!"

Without any hesitation, the chaotic crowd took a step towards the fat man at the same time.

"The second combat team is following me!" The fat man's eyes were a little red. Attacking the opponent's base, in the eyes of ordinary people, was basically going to die, but. These warriors took this step without hesitation. This meant that after leaving Leray, he finally had a comrade he could trust to support him. .

They are Mars. He is a Lere man.

It was this war that bound them tightly together.

In the night. A group of grown men looked at each other in silence, among men. There is a kind of friendship called trust.

Trust me with life and death!

"I'm a coward. I won't do anything to risk my death. Their main armored force has been mobilized. The most dangerous place is here." The fat man spat hot saliva, gritted his teeth, turned around and climbed onto the mecha. : "You all stay alive, I still want to settle accounts with you... go back and give each of you a bucket of chili pepper water!"

"Fat man!"

A warrior from the Black Dragon Realm stopped Fatty. He called Fatty. Instead of the colonel.

This black-faced man is over thirty years old. He grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Drink some wine?"

A bottle of vodka. It was divided into fifty parts, and each person only had a little bit.

This kind of liquid can only be considered to have a medium-to-high degree of pure alcohol flavor. Just a little bit can make people feel warm all over.

One by one, the heavy canopies were closed tightly under the contraction of the hydraulic system. The sound of the engine starting sounded one after another.

A loud "boom" sound came from the north of the first airport.

Suddenly, the sound of cannons shook the sky.

That was when Wei Jianshan's first combat team took action.

The real-time footage was played on the huge virtual screen of the Northern Alliance base headquarters.

In the first airport, the screams of sirens, the shouts of Northern Alliance soldiers, the sound of violent artillery and explosions were all heard. The searchlights placed next to various buildings and base walls, sentry towers, and sandbag fortifications were sweeping around like crazy. In the interlaced light beams, the rapid small red light of the energy muzzle and the relatively slow thick white light of the energy cannon were like the dots of colorful lights on a Christmas tree, flashing in the dark night.

Countless Northern Alliance soldiers were hiding from the artillery fire in fear. The terminal building, apron, barracks, roads, green belts, gardens... every inch of land was covered in flames from the explosion.

In just fifteen minutes, the bandit mechas broke through the outer defense line of the airport and were advancing towards the center of the airport. The infantry regiment responsible for the defense of the airport had been reduced by nearly half and could collapse at any time. The nearest reinforcements sent are still an hour away from the airport.

"Intensify the intensity of the artillery fire on the central area of ​​​​Plo Town." Fairer ordered calmly. He no longer watched the live battle captured by the airport navigation tower surveillance device. Instead, he immersed himself in the electronic sandbox of Puluo Town and continued to listen to the staff report on the battle situation in Puluo Town.

In the headquarters hall, the sound of communication calls, the running sound of computer instruments on the center console, the tapping of keyboards, and the sound of footsteps all seemed to have returned to normal. The staff continued to be busy, only when their eyes occasionally met. , exchanged a strange look, and then quickly turned their heads.

Everyone knew that Fairer's face was distorted no matter how calm he remained.

That fat man Leray not only humiliated Fairler in the field he was best at, but also gave the reserved Fairler a loud slap in the face in full view of the public!

"Bah, you deserve to play calculations with me...wash your ass and wait, you bastard!"

This sentence. It was spinning uncontrollably in the minds of the staff. As soon as they thought of these words, they seemed to see the poisonous tongue twirling in the fat man's mouth, which was foaming at the mouth.

The most abominable thing is that this bastard immediately disconnected and acted like a fool, without giving Fairler any chance to fight back! Got sprayed all over my head and face. But he could only face a dark screen. You can imagine how frustrated Feierle was.

The battle situation is still in a stalemate stage. However, the staff officers felt increasingly uneasy in their hearts.

When they first attacked Protown, no one could find fault with Fairler's battle plan. What to think about. He had thought about the most unexpected and worst situations, and he had made some tactical adjustments. But who would have thought that after this battle, the situation would become like this! Who knows the battle that will follow. What will happen?

How could that militia be so capable of fighting?

Staff officers gathered around the electronic sand table. Still making suggestions. Trying to find a way to kill your opponent. However, Puluo Town's defense line has not yet been able to break through. This bandit team in Central City is about to capture the first airport again.

The tactical discussion has turned into a debate over whether it is necessary to risk being attacked by the three major factions and the Longxing Society, mobilize forces from surrounding port cities, and return to the central city through the space port to support the central city. This controversy, in fact, has broken the bottom line of Fairler's previous combat plan. Before the war, no one expected that the Northern Alliance would be forced to this point by the bandits.

"Our army currently has a serious shortage of armor in the central city. Although the enemy only has fifty mechas, their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of a fully armored regiment. This is something we need to face squarely. We cannot care about the gains and losses of one city or one place. We must We have the determination of a strong man to cut off his wrist. We will dispatch the garrison troops of Xianlong Port, Lille Port and Oslo Port to return to the Central City. Even if we lose these port cities, as long as we can eliminate the bandits, it is worth it. We can get back what we lost! "A young combat staff officer said loudly.

"I agree to mobilize the troops stationed in the surrounding ports." Another staff officer said: "However, the troops in Oslo Port and Xianlong Port cannot be mobilized. These two ports are under the threat of Longxinghui. Once captured, It will be very difficult to get it back. I think that mobilizing only three infantry regiments and two armored regiments in Port Lille is enough to deter the enemies who are ready to attack Central City."

"I don't agree." An opposing staff officer could no longer hold back and retorted loudly: "Although our army has suffered some losses, in general, it is still at an advantage. The bandit army can at best attack our defense. The system has caused damage, but we still have a total of nine fully mechanized infantry regiments and armored units in the central city, as well as four companies of the Blood Shadow 1st Battalion and three armored battalions gathered from the mechanized infantry division. More importantly, Within a 24-hour radius around us, there is no force that can pose a threat to our core defense area. And after 24 hours, even if Longxing will send troops and the three major factions collectively attack the central city, we will have already captured the city. Town!"

For a time, the staff members had different opinions, those who supported it and those who opposed it. Fairler and Thelwall frowned, looked at the electronic map, and remained silent.

Suddenly, a staff officer who was arguing loudly said: "Returning troops at this time, although it exceeds the bottom line of the original combat plan, is absolutely necessary. Although theoretically, a bandit team with only fifty mechas can take Going down to the first airport is just like burning, looting and looting like other places. They will not be trapped there and be surrounded by us. However, what if they team up with the Longxing Society? What if the Longxing Society’s army delivers the goods to the first airport through the space port? An airport......".

The staff officer said and suddenly closed his mouth.

"How is it possible...all the spaceports connected to the First Airport are under the control of our fleet..." The staff officer who was arguing with him was still retorting. Suddenly, he seemed to realize What, I opened my mouth, but the rest of the words couldn’t come out...

A terrible thought struck everyone.

Thelwall, whose expression changed greatly, turned to the communications officer beside him and shouted: "Get the fleet for me!"

"yes!"

"chief of staff.........."

The communications staff member's reply and the call of another staff member who suddenly stood up in front of the center console sounded almost simultaneously.

Fairler turned his head with difficulty and looked at the staff officer whose expression had changed.

"The Longxing Fleet will launch attacks on our Space Ports 13 and 1 at the same time...Currently, Space Port 13 has been lost!"

A prophecy!

The entire Northern Alliance headquarters was in dead silence. On fire. I wrote this specifically at home today.

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