Counterfeit Hero

"Tian Xingjian!" Fairler chewed the name through gritted teeth, his face ashen.

The identity of that armored team has been made clear through a battlefield record sent back from the front line. The kind of mecha that jumped around in the morning light and under the gunfire, repeatedly tearing apart its own defense line, was exactly the same as that fat man Le Lei. If not the bandits, who are they?

Although he had guessed the identity of this mecha team in advance, Fairler did not feel any complacency. To be honest, both he and Thelwall, and even the entire command headquarters, were stunned by the news that these fifty mechas had wiped out the 4th Armored Battalion.

At that moment, Fairler remembered what his mentor had repeatedly warned him.

"The fog of war is always everywhere. In this world, there is no perfect plan. An accident may cause the entire plan to be invalidated. Never show off your calculation ability. War is not a math problem. You cannot know enough. The known conditions for solving this problem, even what you know, are changing, so you can never get an accurate answer on the deduction sandbox!"

Fairler didn't know when he threw these words behind him, and he also didn't know when his careful plan was torn apart by fifty mechas.

When he turned his attention to the electronic sand table again, he found that the defense line of Central City had been torn apart.

Along with the defense line, his entire strategic layout was also disrupted.

That fat man Le Lei used an alternative method to declare a challenge to himself! The line of his movement that curved to the northeast and southeast, the way he ran head-on into the 4th Armored Battalion and ended the battle precisely before the 2nd Armored Battalion arrived, told himself unmistakably. He wants to fight against himself! He wants to compete with himself in calculation!

The 4th Armored Battalion was wiped out. Jean Fairler had to admit that this fat man had such qualifications.

Those fifty blue mechas with powerful combat capabilities were the bargaining chip he showed to himself!

Now look at the battle map, Puluo Town. Although it is under heavy siege by several of its own armies, why is the central city not under heavy siege by its opponents? The difference was that the troops he used to besiege Puluo Town were real troops. When the opponent used it to siege the central city, he relied on his armored squad to create momentum!

Fairler seemed to see invisible arrows ready to move around the empty central city map. That's the Longxing Society, those are the three major factions, and those are all the big and small forces that are hostile to the Northern Alliance and are trying to give it a go.

Once upon a time. Fehrer wanted to give up the offensive against Protown and ordered all troops to fall back to Central City. But. This thought only flashed through his mind, and then disappeared without a trace. This was a situation where he was going to kill a big dragon, but he still had the upper hand. Once the offensive that has begun is terminated, then. The two sides can only be in a stalemate.

For Northern Alliance, this is already a shameful failure.

The 402nd Regiment of Seuss was wiped out, and the fourth battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment was wiped out. We just received news that the 6th and 7th Armored Battalions of the Blood Shadow Mech Regiment were blocked by the bandits' S 3 Regiment at Breslau Farm. , only less than a platoon of troops could escape. Just retreated in disgrace. If they continue to stalemate with the bandits and the Longxing Hui, and want to determine the overall situation, the Northern Alliance cannot handle it alone. When the time comes, they will definitely take advantage of Su Si, who just lost a group of them. And borrowed their strength. Who will control Mars in the end? You can only guess with your butt!

If the Northern Alliance just plays Mars' idea. Being the overlord of one party is acceptable for this situation. However, the Northern Alliance is the cornerstone of the revival of the Nadmik dynasty, and the goal is not to dominate the mountain and become the king! Cooperation with Suss can only be based on mutual use. Once suppressed and controlled by him, the Nademik dynasty will never be revived!

This battle is already on the back foot. Both sides are trying their best to kill each other. They are fighting to determine the outcome in one fell swoop and cannot give in at all!

Moreover, judging from the speed of the bandit army's development, if he did not kill it while it was still in its infancy, Fairler really couldn't imagine how powerful the enemy would be if he waited a few more months.

After carefully reading the battle reports sent back from the attacking troops in Puluo Town, Fairler gradually calmed down. Judging from the battle report, the two mixed regiments of the Renaissance Army are in the northeast of Puluo Town. The two Scarlet Mercenary Armored Regiments advancing westward from the Seventh Resource Highway are in the west of Puluo Town. One thousand vehicles are armed with Far East Victory-class mechas. The Dibei League Guards Armored Regiment has launched a fierce offensive towards the defense line of Puluo Town. The battle is going well. .

The Eighth and Ninth Armored Battalions of the Blood Shadows, which had just broken away from the Third S*M Regiment of the bandit army, were also advancing towards the eastern defense line of Puluo Town, ready to go north at any time to join the offensive of the Renaissance Army's mixed regiment. The two warrior mercenary armored regiments that were called back from the front line of Bering Port also accelerated their advance and were expected to arrive northeast of Polo Town in sixteen hours.

The first move is still in your own hands after all. No matter how powerful the bandit's armored squad in Central City is, it only has fifty mechas. They are also human beings, and if they want to maintain their combat effectiveness behind murderous enemy lines, they must rest. Similarly, the three s*m groups wandering around Puluo Town also needed a rest after staying up all night and experiencing two high-intensity battles. During this period, the Northern Alliance troops will take turns attacking the defense line of Puluo Town until they are completely defeated!

The Northern Alliance has enough troops to rotate and recuperate, but the bandits cannot. Even if someone wants to take advantage of Central City, during the time they move to the periphery of Central City and prepare for the attack, the Northern Alliance can defeat the bandits just by dragging them! Moreover, the bandits never imagined that the Suss Armored Regiment was the cover, the Blood Shadow 6th and 7th Armored Battalions were the cover, and even the thousand Far East Victory military mechas in the south and the two armored regiments in the west were the same. It's cover. The real main killers are the two seemingly weakest mixed groups!

In these two mixed regiments, there are nine sharp knife companies from the Blood Shadow Armored Regiment! Otherwise, how could the bandits wipe out the 4th, 6th and 7th Armored Battalions so easily?

When the time was right, the 8th and 9th Armored Battalions went north, the first of the warrior mercenaries. The Second Armored Regiment went south and joined the offensive against the northeast of Puluo Town. This big dragon in Puluo Town will be captured and killed in one fell swoop! By that time, no matter how powerful the fifty mechas in Central City are. I can't afford any trouble!

"Chief of Staff!" A staff officer hurried over, handed Feiler a piece of information, and reported: "I just received news that the bandit mecha team has bypassed the Second Armored Battalion, passed through the Louis Business District, and headed towards Movement in the direction of my base.”

"This nasty bug." Fairler sneered: "First order, the Second Armored Battalion jointly deployed in a fan-shaped defense north of the base. Order the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division, in regiments, to slowly compress the enemy from west to east. Strive to entangle the enemy. Order the Second Mechanized Infantry Division stationed in the East District to send two regiments to move from east to west. Set up defenses on the front line of Waltz Avenue to prevent the enemy from escaping eastward!"

"Yes..." The staff officer took the order and was about to leave when he heard Thelwall suddenly say: "Wait!"

Thelwall walked up to Fairler and whispered: "Kevin... with this kind of mobilization, our defense line will be very tight. Wan

Fairer waved his hand and signaled the staff to execute the order. He turned around and said to Thelwall: "Within twelve hours, our defense line will not be attacked by any attack."

After speaking, Fairler turned and walked towards the combat monitoring department of the console. When leaving, leave behind a cold word.

"Next time, don't ask me to be a staff officer. I don't need to question the military command. Otherwise, you will fight this battle yourself!"

Thelwall's face. Slowly sank. Not because of Fairler's words. But he knew that whenever his cousin behaved unkindly. That meant he was in trouble.

Turning his head to look at the electronic sand table, Thelwall suddenly lost the calmness he had before the start of the battle. If the Sous Armored Regiment and the 6th and 7th Armored Battalions were trying to attract attention and buy time for other offensives, then the destruction of the 4th Armored Battalion in the core area of ​​Central City was completely unexpected. !

With Fairler's calculation ability, he also couldn't calculate this move of the bandit army.

The situation has begun to change. Does this mean that there is someone in the bandit army who has the same military talents as Fairer? Northeast, west, south... When the clock pointed to eight o'clock in the morning, the town of Puluo was completely enveloped in the sound of artillery.

Every tall building in the entire city, every window or glass curtain wall, every glass of water, and every piece of china placed on the table was trembling under the fierce sound of artillery.

That terrifying sound wave is everywhere. Even in the deepest part of the air raid shelter, you can feel the vibration of the earth.

Except for the children who will cry because of this, the adults are already numb. The various gossips that had been circulated before had already put their nerves through severe tests. When the cannon sounded, most people just looked at the sky in surprise, exchanged looks that could barely be considered horrified, and then waited in silence. .

Waiting for the fateful outcome.

No one knows whether the bandit army can defeat the enemy and whether the town of Puluo can continue to enjoy peace as before.

People are unwilling and dare not imagine what will happen when those ferocious soldiers from the Northern Alliance rush into the central city of Puluo Town. It is too cruel for them to imagine such a scene. They can only hide in the air-raid shelter to coax their children, hug their women, and comfort their elderly parents.

Heavy rain poured down the streets, and bandit soldiers in blue uniforms were mobilized more frequently. Groups of soldiers ran silently in the rain. The thick combat boots stepped on the stagnant water, and water splashed. In addition to heavy trucks loaded with weapons, ammunition and soldiers, there were also civilian trucks that were temporarily recruited. Mechas are rarely seen on the road anymore, they have all been sent to the front line.

Before ten o'clock, the streets were already filled with vehicles carrying the wounded. All doctors, nurses, medical students and people who knew a little bit about emergency care were urgently recruited. All hospitals in Puluo Town are already overcrowded. Just rely on the bandit army's military doctor. It's simply too busy. Many wounded soldiers were lying in the aisles, waiting for treatment. Blood-stained bandages and empty first-aid injection bottles were hauled away and dumped one by one. Among the doctors in a hurry, none of their clothes were clean. The spots were all stained with blood.

In addition to important places such as air raid shelters and hospitals, the entire city's power and energy supply has been shut down. In the streets outside the city, sandbags have been piled up, roadblocks have been erected, and trenches have been dug. Many buildings have been cleared of people and explosives have been buried in preparation for possible street fighting.

Various news came from the front line that a certain section of the defense line had been captured. Another section of the defense line was counterattacked. How many troops did the enemy invest and which team? Being pulled to the front line again......

By 12 noon, the battle situation seemed to have stabilized. The enemy who keeps launching fierce attacks finally needs to take a breather. Besides, people heard that the armored regiment of the bandit army. is back! They're on the periphery. Launch an attack on the enemy and contain the enemy's offensive.

This news is exciting.

Back then, the bandits' 120 mechas destroyed a regiment. The current bandit army is more than ten times what it was before. No matter what, we still have to kill dozens or twenty regiments of enemies.

Ordinary people, total numbers use this simple logic to deduce the results. After all, it is a comfort to both their family and themselves.

The whole town of Pro. In such a silent and busy atmosphere, we faced this battle. People sometimes involuntarily turn their attention to the west of Puluo Town. That's where the bandit base is. People firmly believe that as long as Scadilvo Airport remains and as long as there are still soldiers wearing blue uniforms, the town of Plo will not be lost!

Scadilvo Airport. Helen acts as a temporary nurse. Busy in the base hospital.

Strands of blond hair dampened by sweat hung down on her forehead. In the blue eyes. Full of exhaustion. Helen prepared medicines almost mechanically, cleaned and bandaged the wounds of the wounded, and handed instruments to the doctors.

No matter how tired she was, as long as she had a little time, Helen would quickly run to the window sill and adjust the camera to focus on the huge apron in the center of the base.

For a reporter, this is her vocation. She believed that the shots she took could be played when she finally won. She also believes that she is recording a piece of history.

On the tarmac, groups of soldiers formed their formation. From night to now, this scene has not stopped. These soldiers from different factions and under different flags are all wearing the blue uniforms of the bandits. They stand neatly and silently, waiting for the military vehicles that carry them to pull them to the front line.

Their energy guns, which had been inspected, were leaning against their legs. In front of them, the staff members were using hoarse voices to specify the location where they were about to rush.

Helen always felt that the fat man had magic powers.

She saw with her own eyes that these mercenaries, company employees, workers and even gangsters who came to Puluo Town with their factions, wearing different clothes and with different expressions, turned into soldiers who obeyed orders through training after training. There was something indescribable that was taking root in them.

That is a belief!

Fatty would always tell them something when he welcomed a group of new members of the bandit army.

"I don't care where you come from or what you have done before. Now, you are a member of this army. When you stand here, you have a responsibility on your shoulders! If you have Family, then this responsibility is your parents, your wife, and your children. If you are single, then this responsibility is your freedom and your dignity."

At this time, Fatty would stop, look at everyone in front of him carefully, and then say seriously: "...You belong to this world, this planet, named Mars. You don't You should be the exiles of human society. You are a member of human civilization! If you want Mars to become a truly free world, you need to defend her like a man! Remember, soldiers are the most men in this world. Occupation! Those who dare not go to the battlefield, come out now!"

No one came out. Most of these people are professional mercenaries, members of the security group who lick blood all day long. others. They all join this team voluntarily.

They had already realized it when the genre war started. Whether you are a soldier or not, you cannot avoid this war. After they found themselves with no choice, found their loved ones lying in a pool of blood, and discovered Mars' future. It's so slim when they just want to fight.

Then, these people changed little by little in the kind of training that Helen found terrifying even when she thought about it. The fat man said, they are all men! All they need is a belief!

The artillery fire in the distance became fierce again.

After adjusting the camera, Helen hurried back to the hospital and got into busy nursing work.

Although tired, but. But she was happy that she could play a role. She also has a belief. That is, she always believed it. That fat man will definitely win!

Fisher lay down in the trench's firing position, aiming and firing.

After turning yet another enemy's head into a tattered tomato, he rolled over and slid to the bottom of the trench. Before he could regain his footing, the warrior took over. He jumped up from him and climbed up to the shooting position in just three or two clicks.

Nodding to the mud-covered guys who were waiting to take over other shooting positions, Fisher knelt on the ground with one leg, grabbed the energy box of the ammunition box, and slapped it cleanly on the imitation G173 energy assault rifle.

He loaded the magazine into the gun, turned off the safety, and leaned against the twisted metal bulletproof wall. After stuffing a few more energy magazines into his vest pocket, Fisher sat down on the ground tiredly, leaned his back against the mud wall, and took out a cigarette.

As a senior mercenary, the 32-year-old Fisher can be regarded as a veteran in the bandit army. When performing tasks previously. Skirmishes. Fisher has a lot of experience, though. This was his first time fighting a battle like this.

After blowing out a smoke ring and looking at the muddy legs of the man in the shooting position, Fisher couldn't help but shake his head. He was a comrade of his, whom he only met after joining the bandit army. This former company employee didn't know what kind of stimulation he received, but Wenwen weakly insisted on joining the bandit army. It's a miracle that he survived such rigorous training. The even bigger miracle is that this guy who was so fanatical as soon as he entered the battlefield can actually survive six or seven hours of fighting!

A cannonball landed not far outside the trench. The flying soil crackled and hit Fisher in the face, causing him pain. Protecting his head and face with his arms, Fisher endured the mud rain. He cursed and spit out the mud-covered cigarette in his mouth, stood up and tiptoed to look at the shooting position until he was sure that the company employee who replaced him was still there. He pulled the trigger enthusiastically, then sat down with confidence and lit another cigarette.

The enemy's attacks have never stopped. Several times, those dusty figures rushed into the trenches, only to be fought out by the reserve team's desperate counterattacks. The trenches are dug very deep and are supported by bulletproof walls and curved explosion-proof roofs. It’s hard to feel anything inside. It's really fatal when you get into the shooting position.

The entire position was shrouded in smoke. Shells rained down on the front, rear, left and right. The dense rain of bullets hit the ground in front of the position one after another. Looking out from the shooting position, the ground was full of bullet holes.

This battle has been going on for almost six hours. The enemy's attack two hours ago was the most thrilling. At that time, less than one platoon remained in the entire battle trench. The troops behind were blocked in the communication ditch by the covering artillery fire, and the ammunition could not keep up. In a 300-meter-wide position, only one person can be placed at every shooting position.

The enemy had obviously planned it, and had been conducting high-intensity attacks for several hours just to wait for that moment. A dozen mechas rushed up with the dense infantry behind them. The first battle trench was broken through, and several mechas had jumped down from the trench. The energy cannons were spraying right in front of Fisher's eyes. The walls of the trenches and the bottom of the pit were beaten to pieces with mud flying everywhere. Several warriors were torn apart without even making a sound. The blood was spread all over the ditch. .

At that time, Fisher was firing his gun desperately. Fight the infantry that rush in, and also fight the mechas. He didn't care whether it was useful or not. He never thought that he could still be alive. Shoot if you can. The company employee who was working with him took a fusion grenade and rushed up... That guy is a madman!

He took a puff of the cigarette and let the smoke circulate in his lungs. Fisher found it a bit funny. He didn't even know how he survived. Anyway, that's all he remembered. Just when he was desperate, the guys from the third s*m group came.

Fisher had never admired many people in his life, but he was convinced by these guys. The mecha level of those guys is really beyond compare. Only one round. The few enemy mechas that rushed into the position were reduced to scrap metal. That move was too beautiful to be made by a mecha, and it was deadly! Fisher could even smell the murderous aura from the ugly mechas of the Third Regiment.

Later, Fisher discovered that not only did he survive, but the company employee who threw the grenade at a distance of death also survived. Later, reinforcements came up and ammunition was also brought up. The mecha of the s*m regiment three. Not only did he help defend the position, he also launched a counterattack.

The wounded enemy could not catch his breath for half an hour.

When the three s*m regiments gathered behind the position. When preparing to rush to other defense lines, Fisher threw a cigarette to a mecha warrior.

The mecha warrior was leaning so weakly on the edge of the cockpit, smiling at himself.

While smoking, Fisher noticed that his hands were shaking.

Not a slight tremor, but a violent one. It was shaking non-stop, even to the point where I couldn't put it into my mouth accurately.

I heard that the people in San Tuan had not slept a wink since they got up yesterday morning. Last night, they fought a beautiful battle in Pingqiling. Annihilated a full armored regiment of the awesome Sussians. Then, they traveled non-stop to more than 300 kilometers away. The two Blood Shadow armored battalions known as the Souls of the Northern Alliance were found and annihilated.

It sounds simple, but Fisher, who was exhausted from fighting in the trenches for two or three hours, could fully imagine that the battles experienced by the guys in the Third Regiment must have been much more intense and cruel than what he had experienced.

not to mention. Before supporting this position. They have already supported countless positions. Now, they can't rest. If the enemy's offensive intensity does not weaken, they will have to keep running and fighting. Some of them are supporting various positions along the Third Ring Road, and some are launching attacks on the enemy from the outside... After joining the bandit army, why did they all become life-threatening lunatics?

Mechas don’t have to rest, but people have to rest.

Fisher, who was thinking wildly, was suddenly stunned for a moment. He threw away the cigarette butt, stood up and looked around. He felt that he had an idea and needed to report it to the company commander...

I heard that those guys from the s*m 4th and s*m regiments were anxiously wandering around the base because they didn't have enough mechas and couldn't participate as infantry.

Although the time they received training was a little shorter, it was better for them to operate these ugly and powerful mechas than the people of the Third Regiment had to do it? Anyway, the mecha losses of the third regiment are less than one company so far! As long as we don't fight the enemy head-on and delay time, the fourth and fifth regiments will definitely be fine!

Why hasn't anyone thought of this idea? There are no mechas. Is the bandit army still lacking these mecha warriors? ! Even if changing at one time may affect the entire battle situation, is it always okay to change one battalion at a time? This is Puluo Town. Things that are nearby are not inoperable because they are far away. All you need to do is pull four or five groups of people to the meeting point, and it will be done within a few minutes.

Unfortunately, the fat commander is causing trouble with the enemy in Central City, and no one can replace them. Otherwise, just by using it, you can kill the enemy alive!

Fisher ran around in the trench and went to report to the company commander. This matter should not have been worried about by an infantryman, but Fisher was a half-empty man who loved tinkering with the locals.

There is no perfect plan in this world. Sometimes, history is changed by a small person!

"Colonel, the first combat team has completed cutting off the enemy." Wei Jianshan's voice came from the communicator. The fat man pointed his telescope at the other side of the river under the golf course. The Northern Alliance infantry battalion stationed there was indeed in chaos.

"Second attack team, move in!" Fatty ordered: "Annihilate them all!"

"Yes!" Hargrove, who led the second attack team, loudly accepted the order, and then led his team to suddenly burst out from the urban jungle in the other direction and rolled into the position of the Northern Alliance infantry battalion like a whirlwind. .

Fierce artillery fire rang out loudly. The firepower network composed of 260 mm caliber energy cannon and 80 mm energy machine cannon instantly covered the position of the Northern Alliance infantry. The sandbags and isolation nets built between villas and low-rise buildings danced in the shells and were torn to pieces.

Under the sudden attack by the two combat teams of the Sharp Knife Company, the Northern Alliance officers, who obviously did not expect the enemy to appear here, shouted orders, waved their pistols, and tried in panic to prevent resistance. However, the four old mechas they stationed on the position were destroyed without even a chance to fire. The soldiers running around on the ground were covered in blood one after another under the fierce fire of the bandit mechas. With pieces of meat flying everywhere, the living people could no longer care about anything but running for their lives.

In less than ten minutes, the battle was over. The entire infantry position was already dead silent. The pile of sandbags swept by the energy cannon was riddled with holes, and sand and broken sacks were strewn all over the ground. The originally neat isolation net has finally turned into incomplete and twisted rags. Some villas and bungalows have collapsed, and the beautiful goose-yellow walls are covered with large dark brown holes. The rain eaves on the roof were broken, and the trees trimmed into various animal shapes were twisted into broken branches and leaves.

Fatty looked at the electronic map on the mecha's computer and made a mark on the map.

This was the sixth Northern Alliance garrison they destroyed. In six attacks, three mecha companies, two infantry battalions and one mixed battalion were completely wiped out. This is almost the strength of a mixed regiment.

On Fatty's computer, these attack locations were scattered here and there, shapeless.

The fat man was very proud. He believed that the Northern Alliance commander who was trying to encircle and suppress him must be going crazy at this time! His troop mobilization not only failed to encircle him, but because of his false shot, he jumped out of the encirclement first, turned around, and moved south while cannibalizing his troops. Now, the space for activities of the Super Sharp Knife Company is larger than before!

Eat his troops. Now, the space for activities of the Super Sharp Knife Company is larger than before!

"Colonel!" The voice of the mecha warrior in charge of the reconnaissance sounded over the communication channel: "Two mecha companies are rapidly approaching us from west to east! Contact is expected in three minutes."

"It's coming to your door again." The fat man rubbed his hands honestly and licked his lips: "...withdraw!"

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