Counterfeit Hero

Admiral Bratt's report was quickly transferred to the frontline headquarters in Garipalan. After seeing this report, Bernadotte held an emergency meeting to discuss the war situation, while sending the report to the war room and issuing the order. The order requires each research laboratory to come up with deductions and action plans.

Every staff officer in the war room was thinking hard, sketching on the simulated map from time to time, speculating on the thoughts of Russell, a famous imperial general.

Some staff officers were discussing in low voices, and as the disagreements grew, some staff officers even started arguing loudly, each insisting on their own opinions and refusing to give in to the other.

The calmest person is Tian Xingjian, who is in charge of calculations in the sixth room. Only the sixth room does not have to do deductions and plans.

Tian Xingjian is in a daze... looking at Russell's information.

He gnashed his teeth and muttered to himself: "How can this guy be a human? He is just a war machine!"

The intelligence department's investigation of this famous general in the empire was very detailed. The amount of information stored in the computer was almost twice that of other generals in the empire, covering all aspects of Russell.

Russell is forty-two years old. He is an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage. His origin is unknown, his personality is withdrawn and he is not good at communicating. Because his appearance is the same as that of the Weibo tribe, he was sent to the Imperial Military Academy after he was six years old. He has been there ever since. Until he officially joined the Gacharin Empire Army at the age of twenty with the rank of second lieutenant, he was the most outstanding military genius among the students of his age.

Except for taking a month's travel leave when he graduated, he basically never left the military academy. This man's self-discipline has reached an incredible level.

Russell had almost no adolescent agitation as a boy. As an adult, he had a calm personality and could endure hardships. He was very good at fighting hard battles when leading troops at the grassroots level. He had a calm and flexible mind and judged the situation extremely accurately. He was often able to lead soldiers to appear at the enemy's weakest point. At this stage, the tactics are cunning and changeable, the techniques are sophisticated and fierce, and they can often create traps that no one can detect.

Ever since Tian Xingjian learned from the intelligence he pointed out that the last planned airdrop for Katos Canyon was made by Russell, Fatty has always been afraid of this person. Russell was still in the Galileo galaxy based on the Federation's attack. The situation has set up such a situation, with ease and ease, like a skilled painter casually sketching a few strokes on the battlefield, with murderous intent hidden in the chaos. By the time the entire picture is displayed in front of the enemy, it is irreversible.

He only made the judgment based on a set of wonderful deduction techniques combined with occasional doubts about the Mythical Legion. Even so, Russell easily used the backdoor of deduction techniques to completely resolve the Federation's advantage. Even after the plan failed, he was still so awesome. , now that he has personally come to Milok to direct the battle, what can he do with his white color?

The fat man was very frustrated, feeling like he was watching someone commit a crime in front of him, but he was completely powerless.

The bitch couldn't help but think: "If I really can't resist, I will be a prisoner at worst. However, I ruined their plan last time and made it impossible for that shitty royal family of the Gacharin Empire to step down. How will this score be settled? Once this happens, I know, this body of flesh is enough to answer the question."

The staff of the Operations Department sent over a calculated battle plan, and Fatty read every one of them very carefully. They were basically just deployments based on ad hoc decisions. This was disappointing. By the time their plans were revealed, everything would be too late. .

He clearly knew that his opponent had other intentions, but he never imagined that such annoyance could drive people crazy. Therefore, now the fat man can only stare at Russell's photo, gnashing his teeth and wishing to kill this guy directly.

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The 201st fully mechanized infantry division of the Leray Federation has been fighting like crazy. The two artillery regiments directly under the division were destroyed in the enemy's counter-fire coverage an hour ago. If it were not for the suppression by the artillery of the headquarters, the 201st Infantry Division would now be The division had been killed en masse.

The infantry of the Gacharin Empire at the foot of the hillside spread out like a tide, forming a charge line. Under the cover of the mecha, they launched another charge without fear of death. This was already the fourth charge since the 201st Division took over the defense of the position. Sixteen times.

In the previous charge, the Imperial Army had already entered the position several times, but was driven away by desperate federal soldiers using hand-to-hand combat and fusion grenades thrown into the enemy jungle. The only mecha battalion of the infantry division was defeated several times. During the counterattack, the number of troops had been reduced to a mecha company. The next time the enemy attacked the position, I didn't know if they would be able to be beaten back.

How long has it been since such a war occurred?

The hand-to-hand combat between infantrymen seems to have happened on the distant ancient earth. In the current open-ground three-dimensional long-range strike war, the two sides have reached the level of hand-to-hand combat. It is almost impossible to imagine how fierce the battle is.

The command and coordination system that can be destroyed by electronic warfare has been completely destroyed, and the self-propelled artillery has suffered even greater losses. After a few minutes of desperately covering it, it will be destroyed by the enemy's more violent artillery fire. And so on, no one has more fire support now. , without the coordination of Skynet, the missiles aimed at the mechas were flying around like blind men over the positions of both sides. No infantry dared to provide laser guidance in such intensive firepower. It would be like committing suicide.

What was even more tragic were the fighter planes in the sky. When the war started, thousands of fighter planes from both sides plowed the entire position with ground-attack missiles launched from their respective airspaces, and then locked attacks on each other. In just a few hours, in the Garo Mountains A total of thousands of fighter planes were shot down or exploded in the sky.

The remaining fighters were still huddled together. Electronic attacks forced these fighters to fight in a primitive way. There was no ultra-long-range radar locking or infrared tracking. Some only had the roar of energy cannons and close-range feel. launched missiles. They were like a group of vultures covering the sky, killing fiercely in the dark sky, never stopping.

"**! Hit me!" Seeing the enemy infantry rushing into the fire range again, Gutierrez, the third regiment commander of the 201st Division, roared and issued an order. This two-meter-tall, muscular giant lifted A heavy energy machine gun that required two people to operate opened fire violently, screaming loudly while firing violently.

The high-pitched shouts of killing brought about a deafening salvo of guns and gunfire, and the entire position was immediately filled with gunpowder smoke. The federal infantrymen stationed in the position opened fire with mixed weapons and energy weapons, and heavy firepower poured down the charging Gacharin. The imperial soldiers swept away everyone.

The momentum of Gacharin's attacking army was suddenly curbed, and several undulating skirmish lines were buried as neatly as harvested rice. Soon, as the imperial mecha strode forward, these lines had become accustomed to it. Gacharin's infantrymen, who were charging in the hail of bullets, once again got up from the ground, followed the mecha and approached the federal defense position.

At this time, the soldiers at the federal position heard a shrill scream from the air, which was a warning that the enemy's mixed artillery shells were about to fall on the position. The experienced soldiers immediately crawled in the temporarily dug trenches, and as With a series of huge explosions, countless deep pits were blasted out of these trenches that could no longer be called trenches.

"Damn, this pit is great!" The two federal soldiers who survived the explosion nearby happily jumped into the newly-exploded crater. There was no need to dig any more fortifications. This crater could last for a while. They didn't seem to care at all about the shells exploding one after another around them. One soldier took out a pack of cigarettes during this short escape time and handed one to the other. The two of them lit the fire happily and took a deep breath, feeling happier than gods.

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