Counterfeit Hero

Bang! "

[Taihang] was thrown away casually, and [Fushan] fell into the mecha ditch, shaking the broken metal next to it and causing mud and water to splash everywhere.

Before Cozmo jumped out of the mecha, a skilled mechanic had already stepped forward to open the cockpit of [Fushan]. Several motley crews who had been hiding behind the position swarmed up and attacked the frightened Jiepen mecha warrior like a rabbit. Carry it out.

Sergeant Jie Pen's face turned pale. He honestly allowed himself to be scolded and manipulated by the Chakna warriors, and showed an extremely cooperative attitude in the face of the guns pointed at him. Control yourself not to do anything that offends your enemies. A pair of small triangular eyes with a hint of pity and a hint of panic. Trying hard to awaken the sympathy of the victor,

At this time, he had no connection at all with the mecha that was pouring out firepower unscrupulously in front of the position and showing off its power and domineering power.

In this world, there are people who are not afraid of death.

Anyone who pats his chest and says he is not afraid of death is just a temporary transcendental state. If we investigate carefully, no one dares to say that he will regard death as his own for the rest of his life.

If there really is such a person, the fat man will probably drool when he goes up there. Damn it, do you think I'm a coward? !

The positional battle is over.

The defeated Jiepen people, under the firepower pursuit that followed, finally failed to revive their counterattack.

This group of soldiers wearing gray military uniforms. Lost all courage. He rolled and crawled and fled into the bunker at the foot of the mountain. Even an officer named Jie Pen who was waving a pistol on the position shot and killed several soldiers who were running at the front. None of them could stop this panicked crowd.

The army was defeated like a mountain. Once you choose to run. Turn your back to the enemy. I always feel like something is staring at my back. The chill is crushing. Under the fear and oppression of death. I can't stop even if I want to.

Faced with such a rout. The experienced Chakna warrior will naturally not let go.

It's different from the previous battle. When conducting a fire pursuit, the only thing they need to do is aim and shoot.

It was a short but brutal massacre.

Soldier Jie Peng ran wildly towards the foot of the mountain. Shot in rows. The gray figures were rolling and crawling on the ground or kneeling down stiffly. Or stumble and fall. There were corpses scattered everywhere. The whole hillside was filled with them. Sparsely between trees. Echoes to the ground. It was all soul-chasing gunshots and heart-rending screams.

No matter how fast a person's legs are, they cannot be faster than bullets. Of the more than two hundred Jie Pen soldiers who participated in the charge, only one hundred and fifty-six were turned around and fled, and more than sixty or seventy of them finally returned to their positions.

This was the twenty-third attack that the Chakna warriors repulsed. A miraculous battle.

That kind of gap, knowing that you will lose and die, but winning in a roundabout way, is really exciting for these extremely exhausted men.

They were howling at the top of their lungs, and blood vessels as thick as fingertips were clearly visible under their red necks.

Until they passed through the traffic trench and entered the mecha trench, their faces were as red as blood. With their excited, astonishingly bright eyes, they looked like a group of bulls that had just won a duel.

When they saw a group of miscellaneous soldiers again, the soldiers' eyes were completely different. After this battle, even the weakest person will know that the bunch of miscellaneous people in front of them are not as simple as they seem on the surface.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the sniper marksmanship of the fat major general, one can bear the word "superb". That's not something you can just blow out with your mouth, it's a true skill that comes from countless hard trainings and spells on the battlefield!

And that mecha warrior. Everyone knows what's good, and those guys with eyes on the top of their heads from the Armored Division's Special Forces Battalion are no match for them!

The Chakna warriors who let go of their prejudices began to make amends for their previous short-sightedness. People who are walking on the line of life and death are right and wrong are wrong. There is no such word as hypocritical in their dictionary.

As soon as they entered the mecha trench, a group of Chakna men were like meeting relatives reunited after a long absence, blending into the crowd of bandit soldiers familiarly and without leaving a trace. Those who smoked cigarettes, those who brought food close to each other, and those who flattered were all very busy.

"Brother, let's have a cigarette." The first-class soldier, who still had the mark of his own slap on his face, sat down next to Baz: "Hehe was busy just now. Where did you come from before I had time to say hello?"

Baz glanced at the private with sparse blond hair, a big head, and many freckles on his nose and cheeks, took the cigarette he handed him, accepted his explanation of "very busy", and smiled. Said: "Just came from the Longbow Galaxy."

"Longbow Galaxy?" The superior soldier exchanged glances with the corporal sitting on the other side, who also had a slap mark on his face, turned on the lighter, and asked: "Sarega people?"

"Mars people." Baz added to the fire and lit the cigarette: "We just fought in the Longbow Galaxy and killed two Elephant-class fleets of the Binart Empire. I heard that you are in trouble. No, It’s coming.”

"Kill the two Elephant-class fleets." The first class soldier and the corporal were stunned. The lighter in the superior soldier's hand trembled and almost lit the strand of hair hanging down from Baz's forehead.

"Have any opinions?" Baz smiled half-smilingly.

"Sorry, sorry." The superior soldier flicked his hand and closed the lighter: "Brother, I admit, we were wrong just now. But your bragging is really unreliable."

Baz rolled his eyes: "Bragging? When you read the military report, you will know if I am bragging."

The private rolled his eyes, not believing it anyway.

"Brother, which unit are you from?" The corporal on the side changed the subject, pointed at Baz's uniform, and asked, "Why have we never seen this uniform before?"

"We are not a regular army," Baz chuckled and showed the logo on his shoulder: "Have you ever heard of the Mars Bandit Army?"

The corporal looked at the big word "bandit" and shook his head in confusion. This was the first time he had heard of someone claiming to be a bandit. The eyes of the superior soldier on the side lit up and he said excitedly: "I heard that Mars was defeated by a bandit army. Later it was taken over by the Feiyang people. I heard that the bandit army commander was a Colonel LeRay. Could it be?”

"That's us!" Baz raised his head proudly and pointed at the fat man not far away: "That's the colonel you mentioned. He is now a major general. Our leader."

"Amazing!" In fact, the superior soldier who only knew a little bit about the Battle of Mars quickly changed the subject and raised his thumb: "I have heard that the Leray Federation fought bravely. We didn't believe it at first, but now I do. Don't. Not to mention your general's sniper marksmanship, it really opened our eyes."

As he spoke, the superior soldier gave Feng Laosi a sniper rifle and said to Baz, "Have you seen this guy?"

"Sniper?" Baz glanced at Feng Laosi, who was a little downcast.

"Three-star sniper. In groups of twelve, he killed three groups. In half a year." The private said with a gloating smile: "Usually, when he talks to us about marksmanship, his eyes appear on the top of his head. Today, he admits his defeat. Your fat general killed at least thirty of them in less than half an hour! He hit wherever he pointed, his marksmanship was amazing!"

Baz has a natural tendency to escape

Serve the fat man, sir. At this time, when he heard that the superior soldier was so deliberately flattering, he suddenly frowned and said: "What's the matter? To be honest, you really have to see the majesty of our general on the mecha, hehe, I'm afraid your eyeballs will fall off. I, Baz, will live in this life." I have not conquered many people, but I have conquered our general to the point of submission."

"The Major General is a mecha warrior?" The Chakna warriors who gathered around to join in the fun couldn't help but be shocked. Mechanic soldier Shen Ming hugged Qianran in his arms and asked, "Isn't he a mechanic?"

"Who says mechanics can't be mecha warriors?" Baz curled his lips.

"What level?" Sampson asked, already unable to hold himself back. After hearing that these guys were from Mars, the only remaining mecha warrior in the company couldn't stop his heartbeat from racing.

"What level?" Baz was stunned and scratched his head: "I don't know. I can't calculate clearly.

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This is not Baz's arrogance. In fact, whether it is military or civilian mecha combat standards, they are not even applicable to them. How can they be used to measure the great fat commander.

The Chakna warriors glanced at each other in confusion, some incomprehensible. Are there any fighters in this world who don't know their level? Still not sure about the level?

Sampson pointed at Cozmo next to the I-Mecha and said, "Then this guy should be at least an eighth-level mecha warrior?"

"Military grade, forty-five movements per second? Then you are too underestimated." Baz's nonstop words shocked everyone present: "Using our civilian fighter standards, that guy Now he is estimated to be at the level of a first-level mecha commander, although he is a little behind, and his hand speed is still 62 moves."

Saying that, Baz glanced at Cozmo and said in a loud voice: "But don't look at his stinky butt. We lost the guessing game and it's his turn?!"

Hearing Baz's unabashed voice, Zimo raised his eyebrows in the distance.

The Chuck warriors sitting around Baz couldn't believe their ears. Sampson stammered: "Level 1 mecha commander 62 moves?"

The dull eyes were all focused on Cosmo.

Cozmo patted his butt, stepped on the muddy water at the bottom of the pit, and walked towards the fat man sitting at the far end.

Baz has a lively personality, likes to brag, make fun of others, makes friends and makes jokes. And his temperament is much calmer. Phantom Liu's experiences before meeting Fatty were enough to make this young sect leader more mature than ordinary people. For him, there was really no point in defeating a Jie Pen fighter whose hand speed did not exceed thirty moves per second and showing off in front of these infantrymen.

Only Baz enjoys it.

Sampson stared blankly at Cozmo walking away, completely unable to believe that this young man in his twenties, who looked like a student, was actually a fighter with a hand speed of sixty-two movements per second!

In this era of mechas, some people may not know what a first-level mecha commander is, but no one doesn't know what a hand speed of sixty-two movements per second means!

In Chakna, the top level nine mecha warrior only has a hand speed of fifty movements per second. Sixty movements per second, that’s a level 10 mecha warrior! Not to mention the infantry division, even if we screen all the mecha divisions in Chakna, we can't find them! As far as Sampson knows, the top mecha warrior in Chakna currently has a hand speed of only fifty-five movements per second at its peak!

"This is impossible!" Sampson, who had been dumbfounded for a long time, suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Is he very tall?" Baz, who was even more vain than the fat man, felt as if he had eaten honey, pretending to be surprised: "My hand speed is also sixty."

As he spoke, he pointed at Hargrove, Munson and others next to him: "I've heard of the Mecha God of War, they are all. The hand speed exceeds 65 moves."

Boom, all the Chakna warriors felt a loud bang in their heads, and all their thoughts disappeared.

They followed Baz's finger in stunned silence, seeing a bunch of heartless and motley crew standing beside them, not standing like they were standing or sitting like they were sitting down. Several of them met his gaze, raised the cigarette cans in their hands, and nodded to themselves with smiles. It's just a bunch of rabble.

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The woods outside the isolation zone around the position were burning quietly, the flames licking the tree trunks like torches, and making crackling sounds from time to time. Thick black, gray-blue smoke floats in the mountain wind, and the burnt smell mixes with the humid air of the valley, making people suffocate. White smoke was still rising from the deep crater, and in the water at the bottom of the crater, a trace of crimson blood foam could be seen flowing down from the corpses on the slope.

The fat man sat on an ammunition box, staring at the newly captured mecha in front of him, trembling and panting. The deafening sound of gunfire and explosions had disappeared for several minutes, but until now, it seemed to be gradually fading away from my ears.

There is no regular army combat uniform, and there are several big holes in the uniform. His body and feet were covered in mud, and even his face and neck had few clean areas. The sniper rifle could no longer be lifted, and it was leaning against the wall of the pit, with the tactical helmet dangling at his feet. Her short hair, covered in sweat, was tangled into small clumps, making her look like a hedgehog.

This positional battle had exhausted all Fatty's energy. Although during the battle, he could still risk his life and shoot as hard as he could. But once he stopped, his instinctive fear started to take effect. His body was shaking and aching uncontrollably, as if it was about to fall apart. He stared at the ground blankly, not even bothering to turn his eyes.

Another enemy attack was repelled, and a mecha was captured. It only needed simple repairs before it could be put into battle. However, it was surrounded on all sides, and the mountains and plains were full of enemies. Judging from Jie Pengtian's website, their main force has crossed their current defense line and begun to attack the second line of defense behind them.

The position I am currently in is like being in the middle of rolling high-speed traffic. As long as you take a random step, or if someone with malicious intentions flicks the joystick of the flying car, you will be swallowed up and drowned.

What an uncreative way to die. The fat man rolled his eyes, trying to find an end point for his life in this land full of blackened bomb craters.

***, it seems like I feel uncomfortable wherever I lie down. If I lose my arms and legs again,

No, we can't wait any longer.

The fat man picked up the maintenance arm and looked at the [Fushan] mecha in front of him.

The Jiepen people at the foot of the mountain are just a battalion. After suffering heavy casualties in the previous attack, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not call for reinforcements. If an armored company or a few fighter planes come, I have to explain here!

The only way is to strengthen yourself! Get their mechas first!

You forced me!

After activating the maintenance arm, Fatty was about to attack [Fushan] when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

***, where did that little bastard go? It says it collects weapons, why isn't he in position? .