Counterfeit Hero

The night shrouds Sunset Mountain. Under the quiet starry sky, the mountains look like volcanoes erupting collectively. The light of the explosion and the burning flames dyed the sky red like red magma. Black billowing smoke blended into the night, filled with criss-crossing energy cannon lights, flickering in it like candles shrouded in thick gauze. On the front line that stretched for more than ten kilometers, several meters were cut off from every hilltop. The trees in front and behind the position no longer survived. On the charred land, there were burning tree trunks and dead branches and leaves everywhere. The surrounding air was filled with the pungent smell of burning blood and wreckage. The fierce exchange of fire was earth-shattering and continuous, as if there would never be a break. The attacking Xijue soldiers did not know how many times they had rushed to the top of the hill, and the Fei League soldiers on the hilltop position did not know how many times they had repelled the enemy's attacks. The mechas from both sides fought fiercely in front of the positions, and the soldiers shot at each other inside and outside the trenches. The artillery fire from behind sent a piercing scream in the sky, like a swarm of meteors at the end of the world, covering the front and rear of the position over and over again. In this terrifying bombardment, the entire mountain top rolled like boiling water. There is a hellish scene everywhere. The corpses of soldiers were strewn across the entire position. The broken mecha remains were burning on the ground. The flames were curling up and reflected on the mechas and soldiers of both sides who were fighting desperately around them, flickering brightly and dimly. A Feiyang mecha hugged a Suss mecha tightly, and both sides rolled on the ground.

Fighting with each other, a heavy-duty Jiepen mecha used powerful firepower to clean up everything in front of it until it was knocked to the ground by two Taihang mechas who were desperate for their own safety. Beside them, the two sides rushed toward each other one after another. When the ones in front fall, the ones behind will fill in. The position was occupied, and the team immediately came back to counterattack. Apart from fighting, there are no other thoughts in people's minds. Attack, resist, fight back, live or die. The concept of time has disappeared on this cruel battlefield. There is only blood and endless killing. At four o'clock in the morning, when a Jie Peng soldier on the main position of Sunset Mountain was hit in the head by an energy bomb during a charge and fell straight down the hillside, the West York Army retreated. Tide-like mechas and soldiers retreated from the hilltop positions of the long defense line to the west. The stiff body of Jie Pen's soldier, the splashing blood on his brain, and the retreating troops formed a violent aesthetic picture of solidification and fluidity. When the lifeless body finally lost its delicate balance and fell heavily into the dust, the line of Sunset Mountain gradually calmed down. The deafening sound of explosions and gunfire dissipated in the sky. Debris and trees were ablaze. The corpses of soldiers from both sides were piled densely on the battlefield. There are so many that there is almost no room for anyone to intervene. Each hilltop is like a silent cemetery. This is Xiyo’s thirteenth full-scale attack. As a result, we are still unable to make any progress! Although very reluctant, the frontline commander had to stop advancing

attack. After all, no matter how fanatical a soldier is, he is not made of iron. From preparation to launch to the setting sun, the attacking troops in West Yorkshire were already exhausted. Even if they attack in turns, by this time, they are somewhat unsustainable. This is not in Seuss, nor in Jiepen. The western part of the Sunset Mountain Basin is full of resisting Chakna troops and Chakna people with eyes full of hatred. In addition, the two important towns of Qixing and Xiushuihe, which Chakna has been operating for a long time, have not yet been conquered, so the group army can only allocate these troops to Sunset Mountain. After the Fei League troops demonstrated their still strong defense in this attack, it was meaningless to continue fighting. It's time to change a way or a different army to complete this final blow. Without artillery fire, the battlefield fell into a tacit silence. Medical soldiers from both sides passed each other in the center of the battlefield, transporting the wounded like running water. Screams and wails suddenly sounded all over the mountains and plains. The combat troops facing each other from a distance are coldly monitoring their opponents in the distance. The logistics troops are nervously delivering energy ammunition. The engineering troops were busy consolidating their positions. The footsteps of the soldiers and the low roars of the officers were like the low thunder before the approaching storm in this brief calm. Fran, General of the Chuckner Army, walked through the messy trenches. As far as the eye can see, there are only tired soldiers, bullet-proof walls riddled with holes, scattered mecha fragments and blackened craters. Casualty reports for various defense sections have been

It has been delivered. There are only two regiments left in the entire defense line. The battle damage rate has reached as high as 37%. If the fighting continues like this, before noon, there will no longer be a living Fei League soldier in Sunset Mountain. After hugging several soldiers in the trench one by one, Fran firmly held the hand of a wounded soldier. The wounded soldier was lying on a stretcher, spitting blood from his mouth. The medical soldier on the side turned his head silently under Fran's gaze. The soldiers beside him gritted their teeth, lowered their heads and shed tears. Everyone can see that a trace of vitality is passing from the wounded soldier's eyes that are gradually dimming. "Will we... win...?" These were the last words left in this world by the soldier whose entire chest was smashed. He didn't wait for Fran's answer. His pupils expanded with the violent stimulation of his body. Fran knelt on the dirt floor, holding the dirty and gradually cold hand tightly. He wanted to tell this soldier and everyone present that not far behind them, the front army had assembled more than a dozen divisions, and a large number of troops were rushing here under the stars. He also wanted to tell them that the front army had a passionate plan. It won't be long before those enemies who invaded this country and defiled this land will be surrounded and fall into a desperate situation that they have never dreamed of. They will cry, struggle, surrender, and beg for mercy. Will be destroyed by angry cannon fire! However, he couldn't say it. Just because, he

That damn strategic intention cannot be exposed prematurely. All the reserve forces of the Xiyue people have been invested in this war zone, so they are still attacking Sunset Mountain unscrupulously and are still gathering their troops towards the east. And once they learn that just when they thought that the reserve forces of the Fiji Alliance were being restrained because of Frenso Town, they had already silently gathered at Sunset Mountain in advance, they would be vigilant. stand up. The town of Frenso and other defense sections will be re-evaluated. If they see through the entire battle plan and withdraw the main force, then Phoenix City's western front will return to its original defensive posture. The Leifengxing front army, which is unable to get off the tiger, will lose the opportunity to jump off the tiger's back. In the end, they could only feed each division into the huge meat grinder on the Western Front in Phoenix until they ran out of ammunition and food. Let the battle situation in Sunset Mountain remain in this shaky situation, and watch the soldiers silently use guns, cannons, daggers, fists and even teeth to defend this line of defense in despair. For Fran, , is undoubtedly a kind of torture. This was the most difficult twenty-four hours in his life. He could only lower his head and tightly hold the lifeless soldier's hand. Every second that passed was a bloody wound in his heart. Six hours have passed. What will happen in eighteen hours? ​Would that be a miracle? How many troops will those bastards from Western York invest in the next attack? How many follow-up troops were already on the attack position in Xiyue a few kilometers away.

Upon arrival. Also, when will the force called the Judges enter the battle? What kind of crisis will their appearance cause to this line of defense? He didn't even dare to imagine all this. In silence, a group of people walked through the trench and walked to Fran. "General." A staff officer walking at the front stood in front of Fran and called softly. With the appearance of these people, there was a sudden commotion in the trench. Many soldiers followed closely behind these people, and many soldiers who were sitting on the edge of the mud pit to rest suddenly stood up, their eyes moving with their movements, shining with surprise. Fran put the dead soldier's hands on the stretcher, straightened his clothes, watched the medical soldiers carry him away, and then raised his head and stood up. In front of him, several Chakna officers were standing solemnly. Fran nodded. Having already received the news from the headquarters, he was not as excited as the soldiers around him. He knew that these were officers sent by the headquarters to support the troops. However, this group only came up with two Chakna armored regiments and a bandit special battalion. Several officers from the 102nd Division of the Tenth Army of the Chakna Army. As General Chakna, he did not need to say anything. He stretched out his hand to a bandit major who stood in front of several officers. "I'm Fran." The young officer in blue uniform reached out and shook Fran's hand: "Stiller, the commander of the Special Forces Battalion directly under the First Armored Division of the Bandit Army." "I heard that you just arrived at Leifeng Planet. , I didn’t expect to go to the front line so soon.” Fran looked at the young officer in front of him, his eyes flashing.

For the next attack when the command proposes to use this special battalion as the adjudicator, will the adjudicator appear? In the distance, the Western troops that had receded like the tide were too quiet, so quiet that it made people feel panicked. "It is better to arrive early than to arrive late," Stiller said easily: "Compared to resting behind, we are more willing to give Belif a head-on blow!" Head-on blow? The surrounding officers and soldiers looked at this sharp-eyed officer in amazement. Most people here didn't know much about the bandit army, so they felt a little strange about this officer's relaxed tone. The major was too calm and too confident. Could it be that he still doesn't understand how dangerous the war in Sunset Mountain is? Stiller kept his eyes straight and turned a blind eye to the various gazes around him. The tragic scene on the Sunset Mountain position may be scary to ordinary people, but it is not unfamiliar to Stiller. He had seen too many scenes like this during Leray's four years of the Patriotic War. It is impossible to be afraid. To say that it is familiar and friendly, it is a little bit. What’s more, it’s excitement. The twenty-five-year-old major faced Fran's surprised gaze with a calm smile on his lips. A few years ago, he was a soldier of the 16th Division's Special Reconnaissance Battalion. He followed Fatty to rescue prisoners of war in Mirok, fought in Galileo, and once attacked the command cluster of the Mythical Legion in Mozic. With rich combat experience, he became the deputy company commander when the squad leader Torikti was the company commander. It is now a special task force directly under the First Division of the Bandit Army.

The commander of the planting camp. Although the soldiers under his command are not as good as the hundreds of monsters in the special battalion directly under the army equipped with the 12th-generation Rampage Mecha, they are definitely the elite among the elite. Most of them were at the level of civilian mecha knights when they joined the bandit army. After receiving training in mecha martial arts, in terms of level, he has surpassed the previous mecha commanders. Stiller has a strong and fearless nature. He used to drive the Seventh Generation Warrior, who went on a rampage, but now he was driving a [Ranger] equipped with a magnetometer and various advanced systems, leading a group of mecha warriors who had mastered weapon control skills beyond this era. He didn't even know that. A word of fear. The people in this trench didn't know that just half an hour ago, when the news that a hundred Adjudicators had been wiped out in the town of Frenso reached the special battalion of the bandit army's 1st Armored Division. The first reaction of him and the soldiers under his command was not to be amazed and convinced, but to curse and spit. These guys, who are not afraid of anything, are crazy about trying to fight against the Judge. The first division and the second division made a bet over who could catch the judge first and beat them up. But who could have imagined that they were overtaken by a group of monsters driving rampantly led by the evil fat commander. Standing on the Sunset Mountain battlefield at this time, Stiller had no other emotions except a feeling of depression that the girl he had obtained had been deflowered. Looking at Stiller with a relaxed expression, Fran's heart skipped a beat and said: "It seems that the morale of the bandits is very high. But..." He frowned slightly and said with the words that only Stiller could The heard voice said: "The Sunset Mountain defense line is twenty kilometers long. If the judge chooses not to

It's here. Major, I'm afraid it will be difficult for your special battalion to arrive in time..." "That's a problem. Stiller nodded and said calmly: "So, I came to see you, General Fran, just to discuss it with you." "What to discuss?" "Flan asked. "My troops are ready," Stiller looked at the time, turned to look to the west, and said expressionlessly: "Now we only need to launch a counterattack, and use actual actions to give those troops Make a challenge for Metal Head! ".