Counterfeit Hero

The private who had been sent to inform the company commander returned to his position.

He did not complete the task. A burst of rapid artillery fire covered him, which did not kill him but knocked him out. When he woke up, he found that the line was broken again. The company headquarters was already empty, and all the reserve teams had been sent to their positions. No one could be found, so the low-ranking soldier decided to come back on his own.

The sergeant told him to come back and collect the body. The low-ranking soldier thought that after collecting the bodies of his brothers, he would accompany them on the battlefield.

When he returned to the position, the sergeant was gone. Except for the five or six people in the trenches who were still firing desperately, there were only two burning mecha wrecks at the front of the position and dozens of corpses of both the enemy and ourselves. The burning mecha can still distinguish its shape. The lower-level soldiers know that this kind of mecha is called [Holy Armor] 22, which is a low-level mecha. However, for infantry, such mecha is a nightmare.

"Sir, sir," the private called. No one paid attention to him, and the battlefield was still filled with the rapid screams of energy guns. A few more enemies retreated in the distance and fell crookedly. The remaining people quickly jumped into the trench and disappeared outside the light chain of the energy machine gun.

The private rummaged through the body, trying to find the sergeant. If it's not in the trenches, it's outside the trenches. The low-ranking soldier crawled on his knees and tried to get out of the trench, but was caught back by a veteran. "What do you want to do? Looking for death?" The veteran leaned tiredly against the bulletproof wall that had been blown out of shape, panting.

"I'm looking for the sergeant." The private said, "I can't find the company commander. There is no one at the company headquarters."

"No..." The veteran took out a severed hand and stuffed it into the arms of the inferior soldier: "This is the only big one, I picked it up just now. You don't have to clean up the other places, they are everywhere..." the veteran pointed out Talking inside and outside the trenches.

The private held the severed hand blankly and looked around along the veteran's hand. What he saw was only radial blood stains all over the trenches and inside. Most of them were just small black dots that could not be distinguished in the soil. Occasionally, some could be seen. The larger ones still have fleshy tissue on them, letting people know that they didn’t grow from the ground.

"The sergeant rushed out with the bundled fusion grenade. He changed to a mecha." The veteran sighed and patted the soldier on the shoulder: "Otherwise, our position would have been damned long ago."

Glancing at the enemy position below the position, the veteran said: "Get ready. This attack has been repulsed, and it will take some time for them to launch again. Don't even think about it. Just let the brothers lie quietly wherever they are." Lie down, we have to accompany them anyway, killing a few more is better than anything else."

The gunfire on the entire position had stopped, and the general yelling and cursing outside became increasingly clear that day. The private quietly collected weapons and ammunition, placing a fusion grenade strapped next to him. While asking the veteran: "Then who are you scolding?"

The veteran laughed: "I've been scolding Reinhardt for being such a jerk. I've been fighting all my life, and I've never laughed like this before."

The low-ranking soldier listened carefully to the many twists and turns of the curse words, and sighed: "It's so vicious. You must have a high level of education to curse like this."

The veteran was leisurely fascinated: "Yes. For dozens of minutes, I haven't heard anything the same." After listening to another paragraph, the veteran clicked his tongue and said: "I don't know if the scandalous things he exposed Reinhardt are true. Killing his father, treason, collusion. Desik, hypocritical benevolence and righteousness, pretending to be a master, fornicating in the palace, cheating on exams, snoring while sleeping, bad breath and spanking, stunted development, tsk tsk. All of them are well-founded."

As he was speaking, he heard the voice say angrily: "Reinhardt, since you dare not accept my challenge, don't blame me for exposing your ugly face in public! Soldiers of the Mythical Legion, deceived Gacharin warriors , let us listen to a recording..."

The soldiers had a moment to spare and were listening with great interest when they discovered that three more mechas appeared below the position. In addition to the two [Holy Armor] 22s, there was also a [Poisonous Insect] medium mecha.

In my ears, I heard the voice of Reinhardt that many people have heard on TV: "...I am shameless, what can you do to me? Do you believe in a general or a jealous leader?... Osa Levin, you are too naive!..."

Soldier A: "Hey, isn't O'Sullivan the leader of the Mythical Legion?"

Soldier B: "That's him, I've heard his voice, yes!"

"...You can't possibly shake my position, do you know why?" Reinhardt's voice was full of fanatical narcissism: "I am the most handsome man in Gacharin, and all the women are crazy about me. In a word, it is an imperial edict in the Mythical Legion! Those soldiers are naturally the green leaves that set off my peerless grace. Without me, Reinhardt, the Mythic Legion is nothing..."

"Have I committed treason? This country should have belonged to me, Reinhardt! What George, Stephen!" Reinhardt's voice became sharp and hysterical: "I am the king of this world, and you should be under my command. , to conquer the city and capture the territory, to write the legend of a great emperor..."

"Illegitimate son... so what if Illegitimate son? That old immortal will pay the price for this one day. When I become Emperor Gacharin, who will know all this? Anyone who knows will die! …”

Soldier C: "I didn't expect Reinhardt to be such a person."

Little Soldier: "Impossible, this recording must be fake!"

Xiao Bing Wu: "It's hard to say, in this world, you know people and their faces, but you don't know their hearts."

The same discussions were taking place in every position of the warring parties, and even many mythical warriors were confused and uneasy. These days, they have too many questions.

The low-ranking soldier poked his head, and the enemies below the position began to attack. Seeing the mecha charging towards the position, and seeing the enemies behind the mecha shouting and charging, he suddenly sat down in the trench, gasping for air. , looked at the veteran helplessly, and said in a trembling voice: "The enemy is coming up."

"Get ready!" The veteran trembled and took out a pack of cigarettes. Everyone threw one away. Everyone lit the cigarette and took a deep breath, feeling the smoke flowing in the lungs. It was a feeling of being alive. .

Picking up their guns and placing the bundled grenades within reach, the soldiers stood ready. They snickered maliciously while taking aim. Listening to Reinhard being exposed for his shortcomings, every warrior facing death felt extremely comfortable.

The enemy was approaching, and fierce gunfire suddenly sounded. The energy machine cannons of the three mechas that rushed towards the position pulled out more than a dozen light chains, hitting the front and rear of the position like a heavy rain, making all the soldiers unable to raise their heads. .

Seeing that the enemy was about to break into the position, amidst the deafening explosions, the soldiers roared and opened fire while grabbing the fusion grenades. Fingers turned white from exertion.

Amidst the violent explosions, the junior soldier turned his ears and found that the sound of the recording seemed to be much louder.

The sound became louder and louder, and suddenly, amid the cannon fire, two [Warrior] Pioneers stepped onto the position. Their loudspeakers made the loose soil on the ground beat vigorously.

As the soldiers watched in stunned silence, one of the mechas said: "Brothers, retreat, a new position has been established behind, and we are responsible for covering it."

Seeing two mechas jumping out at the same time, dodging like ghosts in the gunfire, like two black lightnings rushing towards three enemy mechas that were obviously ill-prepared. Everyone seemed to be exhausted. The ecstasy of going from hell to heaven made everyone a little dazed.

The lower-level soldier stared blankly at the two [Warrior] vehicles flying rapidly through the artillery fire, jumping and killing two [Holy Armor] 22 vehicles with just a few shots while running rapidly. He couldn't help but exclaim: "They are so powerful! They are so powerful!" How do we know we are about to lose our position? This position is not the main position."

"Who knows..." The veteran's voice was no longer in its original position.

The private looked back, only to see the old ghost crawling on his hands and knees to the back of the position while shaking his head: "Tsk, tsk, this old white-faced Reinhardt is really shameless... the most handsome man... who recorded this sound?" ?”

The voice that resounded through the battlefield became sad and plaintive after being hysterical: "... O'Sullivan, I loved you so much. I gave you everything I had. Why do you still abandon me and betray me? , are rights to you...more precious than a close lover?..."

"Holy shit!" A group of freedom fighters squirmed like worms in the trenches and fell headfirst into the tunnel at the same time: "...It's so vicious." *************** *******

Fatty was lurking quietly, [Logic]'s body completely integrated into this abandoned position. The mecha computer is still transmitting the recording data of him and the little boy singing together.

The position was littered with unusable firearms, a heavy infantry energy cannon had been blown to pieces, and several enemy corpses lay scattered beside [Logic]. In front of the position, there was a dense line of corpses, craters after craters, the remains of several mechas had been burned into black scrap metal, the fire was no longer visible, and there were still thick black smoke billowing out. .************

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