Counterfeit Hero

The low-pitched discussion never stopped, even among the well-disciplined Longxinghui queue.

For these soldiers, most of whom were born and raised in the free world, each of these names represents a legend.

Cheng Zhixuan, who arrived with the third shuttle ship, was silent for a long time after seeing the forty bandit mechas standing quietly in the night. No one noticed how complicated the look in the eyes of the chief of staff of all the armed forces of the Longxing Society, who was standing quietly on the tarmac under the dim light of the tarmac, looked at the bandit soldiers.

The combat effectiveness of this unit brought more than just shock to Cheng Zhixuan. More of a loss. What a tyrannical force this is! Why is the owner of this power not the Longxing Society? !

As early as many years ago, the Longxing Society had been trying to control one or two schools for the sake of the mechas trained by these schools and their mecha techniques. Today, when the mecha combat model has undergone profound changes, this is definitely a valuable asset for Chakna.

However, all that Longxinghui could achieve after all their efforts was to send their own people to become peripheral disciples of the sect and learn something superficially. There are very few who can become core disciples, let alone recruit these famous commanders and gods of war. The traditions of the free world make every faction wary of other forces.

But who knew that Fatty Lelei could do what Longxinghui failed to do!

In Cheng Zhixuan's opinion, the fat man's move was really beautiful.

Turning your hands makes clouds, turning your hands makes rain. He provoked conflicts between factions, broke the alliance of factions, and completely destroyed the order system of the free world. Within a few days, he backhandedly established the Mutual Aid Alliance of factions.

At the beginning, Cheng Zhixuan thought that this mutual aid alliance created by the fat man and Phantom Flow was a complete joke. But what surprised him was. These folk mecha sects, which have always been high-minded, actually took their mechas one after another and willingly walked into the fat man's pocket.

Until now, Cheng Zhixuan still can't figure out how the fat man did it! I don’t understand even more. What is it that attracts these private warriors?

He has already sent relevant reports to the country, and he believes that instructions will come back soon.

The Fifa League Command has long had control over the free world. Guidance was issued. Domestically, I'm afraid we have the same idea. Now that Le Lei is still a member of the Fei League, there are some things that the fat man may not be able to control. This force. It must be controlled by the Fei League.

Fifty minutes later, all members of the First and Second Armored Regiments of the Longxinghui Armored Division arrived at the First Airport and handed over the defense to the subsequent troops. Cheng Zhixuan, who had been standing on the tarmac smoking and talking with the two regiment commanders and the armored division commander Uhtred Cage, finally woke up Wei Jianshan.

"Leave the rest of the offensive mission to us!" Cheng Zhixuan handed the electronic folder containing the battle plan to Wei Jianshan and said straight to the point: "You can just follow behind. There is no suspense in this battle. ."

"By the way..." Seeing Wei Jianshan inserting the folder into the reading slot of the mecha computer expressionlessly, Cheng Zhixuan couldn't help but asked curiously: "Where is your Colonel Tian?"

"He left first and should be at the Northern Alliance base now." Under the light of the airport tarmac. Wei Jianshan looked at the pairs of stunned eyes in front of him. He smiled coldly and said: "It's a pity to let the Northern League go like this. Our colonel said. Stalking is his specialty. As long as you move fast enough, the Northern League's head organization can't go anywhere!" "

Everyone was stunned. Cheng Zhixuan turned his head and looked around, once again confirmed the number of bandit mechas around him, and said in shock: "How many people did he bring?"

"Including himself, ten. ^^jun.zi.tang.shou.fa^^" Wei Jianshan said the answer that everyone had determined.

Ten people raiding someone else's lair?

The officers at Longxinghui were going crazy. What on earth was the fat man thinking? Even if the armored forces of the Northern Alliance base have been mobilized to the First Airport, it is still their base after all. One person's spit can corrode these ten mechas into scrap metal!

The Longxinghui mecha warriors set off as a team, passing by the officers row after row. The front group has passed a block, and the rear group is still staying in the wide open space of the airport, arranged neatly.

The heavy footsteps of the mecha made the ground tremble, and the dim street lights shortened and lengthened the shadow of the advancing mecha. After leaving the base, the mecha turned on its searchlight. The snow-white light pillar undulated and swayed with the movement of the mecha. At a glance, it looks like a flowing Milky Way, which is particularly spectacular.

When passing by the officers, seeing the lost look of their commander, the soldiers couldn't help but talk. I don't know what happened, but these officers, who usually have a steely face and are cold and serious, now look dull and funny, as if they have seen a ghost.

"It's almost time..." Wei Jianshan pressed the data transfer button on the computer and looked at the Longxinghui armored troops that were moving out of the base like a long queue. He turned around and jumped on the mecha, looking at the somewhat absent-minded people. Cheng Zhixuan said: "We will follow the left wing of your main force. We must arrive at the Northern Alliance base within three hours."

After saying that, the bodies of the forty Rangers slowly rose up under the support of the mechanical legs. After they were fully extended, they took big steps and merged into the rolling iron flow.

It wasn't until the bandit mecha walked away that Cheng Zhixuan, Cage and other officers came to their senses.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other. Markovich stood on the hillside, looking at the Northern Alliance positions in the distance, biting his thin lips almost drawing blood.

A few kilometers in front of him, one after another. They are all trench positions for bandits. On the battlefield, there were burning fires all over the east and west. Those were the remains of the mecha, the wood on the position, or the charred corpses. The billowing smoke column tilts eastward with the breeze. Twisted isolation net. Weird mecha parts, disassembled firearms and portable missile launchers were scattered all over the position.

And behind him, groups of shining white lights were densely packed together. Endlessly. In the sky, the comet-like light of the energy cannon covered the sky and the sun. The violent explosion sounded like rolling thunder, rolling and roaring on the ground. Fire shot into the sky. Countless buildings. It has been turned into ruins, and the city parks, squares, and streets have long been changed beyond recognition. The only thing that can be seen is a series of blackened craters. .

"Those sons of bitches!" Markovich spat fiercely.

This kind of scene. He had seen quite a lot.

Before entering the Fourth Fleet, he belonged to the Galileo Regional Fleet.

When Gacharin invaded, the actions of those frontline commanders were not much better than those of the Northern Alliance now. As long as they feel it is necessary, they can give such an order a hundred times without hesitation. Stay calmer every time. There are many people like them in this world.

What Markovich hates most is this kind of use in the name of war. Scumbags who wantonly massacred people. war. There is never a reason to attack the poor. That's a man's showdown between warriors! Massacre of defenseless poor people. What a skill. (\u0026子\u0026堂\u0026first\u0026发)

Fortunately, the bandit army still had enough firepower to counterattack. Fortunately, under the command of Fatty, Puluo Town built enough air raid shelters.

In the distance, another loud bugle sounded.

Behind the bandits' position, the self-propelled artillery started roaring again. The enemy's despicable bombardment was once again suppressed. Amidst the deafening sound of killing, an armored company was involved in the enemy's position from the flank.

Those were the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment after the handover with the Third Regiment.

This regiment, which had never been on the battlefield, lived up to everyone's expectations. On the outside, they played harder than the three regiments. The enemy's bombardment of the town of Polo had completely angered these pilots. There is no need for any pre-war incentives or slogans, just a bugle, and they will launch a crazy assault in the direction pointed by the officers.

However, Markovich didn't know how long such resistance could last.

The entire outer position of Puluo Town has been destroyed. The number of troops that can be garrisoned in the current trenches is only one-third of the original number. The 1,600 sword-fighting vehicles that went into battle were now less than 1,200.

This battle has been extremely painful.

"Beep!" The mecha computer sounded a sharp alarm.

That was an emergency call for help.

Markovich quickly clicked on the flashing red battle report icon, and his stern face suddenly became extremely pale.

After a Northern Alliance armored regiment consisting of a thousand Far East Victory-class mechas located in the south of the town of Puro and two armored regiments located in the west bombarded the town of Puro, the bandits had completely focused their attention on these two directions.

After all, the ones located in the northeast are just two mixed regiments of the enemy. In the previous attack, their attack intensity lagged far behind the armored units in the other two directions. After hitting the bandit defense lines several times, , these two mixed groups suffered heavy losses and basically did not pose much of a threat to Puluo Town.

Therefore, at this moment, on the northeastern defense line, there is only one company that has not yet had time to hand over to the second battalion of the third regiment! In order to curb the enemy's artillery bombardment in Dupuluo Town, Markovich completely deployed the main force of the SM Fourth Regiment to other lines of defense. Rely on peripheral attacks and mecha fire suppression to delay the enemy's destruction of the central area of ​​Puro Town.

This decision is not wrong in anyone's opinion. The bandit army only has this much strength. If it wants to deal with the vicious moves of the Northern Alliance, it must maintain sufficient containment power.

But now, Markovich knew that after the enemy started shelling the central city, he trapped the main force of the armored regiment in the south and west instead of carrying out mobile defense according to the previous deployment. This was a fatal mistake he made.

According to the intelligence sent back by the hunter team that was wandering around the periphery, conducting information capture and free hunting, the enemy's two armored regiments would arrive in the Northeast District in half an hour. Join the two mixed groups. The two Blood Shadow Armored Battalions located in the southeast have also left their original area and moved northeast.

What made Markovich even more cold-blooded was that a bandit "hunter" discovered more than two battalions of enemy troops in the col of Mount Prometheus, located east of the two mixed regiments! Judging from its equipment and mecha number, it is the main force of the Blood Shadow mecha group!

There was no time left to think about where the troops of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment came from. Markovich knows. The Northern League finally showed all their trump cards! Once these forces merged, he simply couldn't imagine what consequences it would have on the exhausted Northeastern defense line!

But in front of this torrent of destruction, the bandit army only has one company!

Connect communication. Wetherill's tired face appeared in front of Markovich's eyes.

The second-level mecha commander of Tailiupuo Branch, second only to Monroe, and now the commander of the second battalion of the SM Third Regiment, has almost the same personality as Markovich. Silent, cold and meticulous. Whether it's on the training ground. Even on the battlefield, he was the one who paid the most attention to Markovich.

"You know everything about the situation."

Markovich tried to keep his tone calm.

Deploy two armored battalions and two infantry regiments, and concentrate all combat-capable personnel at Scadilvo Base to reinforce the Northeast battlefield. is required. However, that takes time, calmness and courage.

"Two hours!" Markovich looked into Wetherill's eyes: "It's unreasonable. There is no reason. In short, you must persist in front of the enemy for two hours!"

This is an arrogant order, an order that only belongs to soldiers.

Wetherill was silent for a long time, saluted solemnly with his eyebrows raised, and answered simply and simply: "Yes!"

Northern Alliance base.

Ten cyan mechas were roaming around.

Gunshots. Gunfire and explosions. Screams resounded throughout the entire base.

One after another, the mechas tried to block the bandit squad. Falling down. One after another, the Northern Alliance soldiers were torn into pieces by the fire net of energy machine cannons.

This humiliating battle has reduced the morale of the Northern Alliance army to the extreme.

There were no troops in the base capable of resisting this bandit mecha squad. The infantry regiment in the garrison was dispersed and the Guards Armored Company was completely wiped out. The entire Northern Alliance base was like a naked girl whose clothes were torn off, tied to a tree, and allowed to be bullied!

No one knows why a battle that started with overwhelming momentum ended up like this. This bandit mecha team that got into Central City was like a mosquito. No matter how hard the angry bull of the Northern Alliance tried, it could not catch it. Instead, it was bitten all over its head.

The arsenal was set on fire, the military camp was destroyed, the energy supply center, the environmental balance system, the power distribution room, the radar station... everything that appeared in front of the bandits did not escape their poisonous hands. These guys destroyed everything they saw, including street lights that no longer worked. .

The most frustrating thing is that the voice teasing Feierle never stops. I really don’t know where that guy comes from with such a stubborn and bastard character. After calling for more than an hour, my energy level became even stronger.

"Ferler, little cutie, where are you?"

Ten fat Rangers, like wolves and tigers, were milling around in the core area of ​​the base. Whenever they see anything, they rush up and kick them.

Houses one after another were turned into honeycombs by energy machine cannons. The rubble flew randomly, and finally collapsed in the light of the thick 260 mm caliber energy cannon. One by one, the panicked Northern Alliance soldiers staggered away from the houses bombarded by energy cannons, throwing away their helmets and armor and looking miserable.

In the distance, several Northern Alliance mechas were firing indiscriminately. The infantrymen were shouted at by the officers and cowered away, firing their guns with their eyes closed. Once the bandit mecha squad took a few steps closer, they immediately dispersed, and the officers were unable to stop them. It was a chaotic mess.

How did this battle end like this? !

In the Northern Alliance headquarters, the lights became extremely dim due to the limited supply of spare energy. The staff members looked silently at the flickering virtual screens and the live images coming from the monitors all over the base, their expressions dull.

The chest of a bandit mecha quickly zoomed in on the screen. With a violent shaking, countless bricks and stones rolled down with sand and dust. The picture was shaking rapidly, it was the camera falling. When the beating scene finally settled on the rocks on the ground, a row of anti-skid teeth on the soles of the mecha's feet appeared in the camera lens. After a soft sound, only darkness remained on the virtual screen.

The staff officer responsible for controlling the surveillance screen looked at Fairler beside him in bewilderment. His finger subconsciously touched the screen switching button and quickly retracted it. He knew that every shot in these monitors was a slap in the face. He slapped Fairler on the face who had just issued the order with great enthusiasm.

The 3rd Infantry Division has already been in contact with the vanguard of the Longxinghui Armored Regiment. However, the planned retreat of the Northern Alliance has turned out to be a ridiculous fantasy - although the underground command center has not been discovered by the bandits, the entire headquarters of the Northern Alliance is trapped here, and other troops are trapped here. Where can I retreat? !

Time passes by minute by minute. Everyone knew that when the temporary defense line formed by the 3rd Infantry Division was broken through by the Northern Alliance Armored Regiment, the Northern Alliance would never have a chance again.

"Huh?!" The voice of a bandit soldier came from the speaker in the center console: "Colonel, there is an elevator here. Look, this is leading to their underground headquarters!"

The screen was still dark, but the sound was clear.

"It's true, my little Fairy is hiding in here. Come on, let's go down!"

"Our mecha is too big to get in."

"We can't get in, and their mechas can't get in either. It doesn't matter. There are probably a bunch of rookie staff officers inside who don't know how to kill chickens. Leave six people to guard it, and the other three will follow me."

"Damn, we still need to decrypt it. Wait..."

"Okay, let's go!"

The sound disappeared.

The entire command headquarters was in commotion.

"Seeking death!" Fairer waved his hand, and the guards had already opened the gun magazine. Staff officers and guards lined up with murderous intent, quickly loading their guns with magazines. Even Fairler and Thelwall each had an old-fashioned pistol.

Dozens of people quickly formed a semicircle and surrounded the suspended elevator. Seeing the photoelectric light representing the elevator moving downwards rapidly, the atmosphere in the entire command center became tense and solemn to the extreme.

Even Fairler, who was always expressionless, could not help but tremble slightly at the corners of his mouth.

If the fat man could resist the troops he dispatched back to the base from other places, and if it lasted for another hour and waited for the Longxing Society's army to press the border, he and Thelwall would really have no chance of escaping.

Who knew that if this guy lost his head, four people would dare to break into the underground headquarters!

If we catch him, the Northern Alliance can regain the initiative!

Thinking of this, Feier felt a surge of blood rushing to the top of his head. Seeing that the elevator was about to arrive, he took two steps forward, pulled the trigger of the gun with a ferocious expression, raised it with one hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the elevator door.

"Ding!" The sound of the elevator arriving sounded.

Under the aim of countless guns, the elevator door slowly opened.

Dead silence!

Under the dull and desperate gazes of Fairler and others, four micro-mechas with ferocious energy cannons stretched out happily jumped out.

"Wow!" Fatty said in surprise: "Little darling, I caught you!"., with more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading! )

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