Counterfeit Hero

when Longman jumped up from the couch. Reinhard just sat quietly, holding the coffee and slowly stirring the coffee spoon, watching the traces of milky white gradually merge into the rotating dark brown vortex.

The rich aroma of Bella Star's famous triangle coffee spread all around, and wisps of it passed under the noses of the livid-faced Soviet-Japanese coalition staff officers in the room.

There are hundreds of various instruments in the command hall, with lights flashing, screens jumping, or beeping. The hurried footsteps and the never-ending noise in the frontline command room have disappeared at this moment.

"General Reinhardt..." After Longman got the information from the front line, he subconsciously turned to look at Reinhardt.

Sunset Mountain could not be attacked for a long time, and the troops suffered heavy losses. At this moment, there was bad news that the front line attack position was attacked and the battlefield intelligence was controlled by the enemy. Unknowingly, he had regarded Reinhard as his backbone.

"Judging from the targets attacked by the enemy and the losses of troops, their strength is no more than one armored regiment." Reinhard put down his coffee cup and stared at the Skynet screen that had just entered the intelligence data and said slowly: "If I If it’s General Longman, I will ask my troops to teach them a lesson..."

He took a sip of coffee: "If the frontline troops cannot contain them, I will be interested in fighting them!"

"Immediately order all attack positions to clear the front lines of the positions," Langman made an immediate decision. He roared at the staff officer beside him: "Delay the general attack until we fully control the initiative on the battlefield. Tell them, no matter what the cost, drive these rats back to Sunset Mountain within two hours!"

"It's disrespectful to come back without reciprocating." In his ears, Langman's menacing roar came. Reinhardt looked at the time and murmured in a low voice: "You hit yours, and I'll hit mine."

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Outside the swaying porthole of the command mecha, clusters of red light suddenly flashed from the mountains in the distance. Violent explosions hit the valley again and again, deafening.

"Fat man," Bonnie firmly grasped the handrail to maintain balance. She held the communicator and switched to the command channel: "The first division and the second regiment are still two kilometers away from the town of St. John."

"Rachid can run very fast," the fat man said, driving the Logic Pianpianpian beside the command mecha. He looked like a slave trotting along with the sedan. In other words, he is a beggar who follows the rich and begs for food. He sat in the cabin and scratched his head: "Bonnie, how about I go to the front and take a look?"

"Don't go!" Bonnie categorically rejected Fatty's proposal.

This fat man is naturally timid and afraid of death, but he is also a show-off bastard. He likes to bully the weak and will bite him no matter what when he gets an advantage.

There are five hundred super mecha warriors piloting the twelfth generation [Rampage] following him as bodyguards and thugs. The damn fat man’s ego has reached the extreme. He walks with his nostrils pointed in the sky, and looks like he’s the boss of the world. In order to prevent chaos in the world, I would chase a rabbit three miles away just to shake off the fat general's current majesty.

Not only did Bonnie not allow him to go to the front line because she was concerned about his safety, but she also couldn't afford to lose that man. Whenever this guy drove a shabby mecha and happily stole peaches and boys to worship Guanyin in the mecha group, she didn't know how to face the surprised and weird looks of the Feiyang and Chakna officers.

What's worse is that everyone has seen him drive that shabby mecha to knock down the enemy more than once, and then arrogantly and arrogantly stretch out a long thing from his crotch, churning out parts all over the sky.

It looked like a snarling donkey!

The proposal was rejected, and the fat man became depressed. Among the women, Bonnie is tough on the outside and soft on the inside, but is actually very soft-tempered. She also received traditional Gacharin education since she was a child. After following her, it can be said that she helped him commit murder and arson. But if he really becomes stubborn, he won't be able to defeat her. If she said she wasn't allowed to go, she definitely wasn't allowed to go.

He was about to enter a battle, and he brought a large group of super thugs with him, but he couldn't go up to show off his power. It’s really uncomfortable to hold back. The fat man sighed and felt worried. He scratched the old man for a long time, but he couldn't find a solution.

After killing the Western reinforcements northwest of the town of Frenço, the two armored divisions of the bandit army merged on one side and formed two attack arrows with the 33rd Feiyan Army and Chakna troops on the other side, penetrating directly into the distance of Frenço. The defense section of St. John's Town, forty kilometers northwest of Suo Town.

The town of St. John is located in a mountainous area more than 200 meters above sea level. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Its geographical location is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Because the Leske Front deployed a reorganized Chakna Armored Division and two mechanized infantry regiments here, the defense was tight. Therefore, Belif bypassed the closer place and chose the relatively easy-to-win town of Frenso. Containment battlefield on the flanks. .

However, even so, in order to contain the Fiji defenders in this defense section, Bellev added two more armored regiments and one mechanized infantry regiment to the original five armored regiments and one mechanized division in this theater.

At the same time as the Battle of Frenço began, the Spanish Army also launched an attack on the Town of St. John.

Originally, the fighting in St. John's Town had been extremely brutal for more than a month. This time, in order to hold the defenders of St. John's Town in place, the Western troops attacking from the front were attacking the defense line almost non-stop. Judging from the Skynet information sent by Pi Buti, this war zone is completely a close-quarters strangulation.

This is the first of the six war zones that the bandits are about to pass through.

From here to the north, six war zones are located next to each other. Once the attack is launched, it will never stop. Just like the flapping wings of a butterfly, it only lasts for thousands of miles. It is possible to form the hurricane that sweeps everything. Once it is blocked at a certain point, Bellev reacts, and the huge West York army can make this breeze fall into the copper and iron walls in all directions.

We must keep going north, and then go north again! Defeat all the enemies along the way and kick off all obstacles until you reach Sunset Mountain!

Several crisp electronic beeps sounded on the mecha's computer console. On the screen, the forward troops on both wings were approaching the town of St. John, less than two kilometers away from the battlefield where the fighting was taking place. Pre-war preparations have been completed, and we are just waiting for the final order.

The fat man sat up straight, carefully analyzed the battlefield situation, and drew several long or short attack lines with different angles and arcs on the computer screen.

This is what he must do before every attack now. It is the duty of a commander to see through the opponent, grasp the pulse of the battlefield, and formulate an attack route as precise as a scalpel. From now on, he must use the same action to hit Leray and even Binart to end this war!

Before that, he had to do it within eighteen hours. Pierce the thorns along the way!

The signal is transmitted from the logic computer to the command mecha, and then to the forward troops several kilometers away.

Five...Four...Three...The world seemed to have become silent at this moment. The mechas that have arrived at the designated location are hidden in the night. The soldiers quietly watched the numbers gradually decreasing on the mecha's computer screen. Some people are taking deep breaths, and some people are taking the time to stuff food into their mouths...

Two...one...

When all the mecha control console indicators lighted up at the same time, tens of thousands of steel beasts jumped up from the mountains and jungles!

The rolling iron flow roared. Spreading through valleys, surging up hillsides, and rushing down from the rugged horizon.

The battlefield is right in front of you!

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A Chakna fighter gasped, pulling on the control stick with both hands.

The scarred mecha stood up from the mud with a roar. Black and yellow mud and grass roots stuck to the thick and cold steel armor, and muddy water mixed with blood dripped down.

The hood was shattered. Spider web-like cracks covered the high-strength bulletproof glass. Several irregular fragments were scattered in front of the console. The hole in the shell on the left side of the console and the bloody scar on his left hand, which had lost its strength, were the souvenirs of the desperate fight with a Seuss Madman mecha.

The Suss mecha, which had been smashed into a pile of scrap metal, lay at the feet of the exhausted Chakna mecha. The shell of the mecha was completely deformed, and the body was twisted in a weird shape. Raging fire soared into the sky, and the flames licked the charred body in the cabin, making the victor in front of him flicker.

On the top of the mountain, hundreds of mechas from both sides were fighting fiercely. Farther away on the mountainside, at the foot of the hillside, countless Suss mechas and Chakna mechas were engaged in a bloody battle. These fighting figures stretch to the distant horizon. Mushroom clouds rose from the overwhelming mecha battle group, and the fierce sound of energy cannons never stopped from the beginning to the end.

The Chuckner fighter spat fiercely and turned the universal control lever. This ninth-generation [Tenglong] individual support mecha, developed and produced by the Chuck Nafur Dragon Sword Company, had four 110 mm caliber energy cannon tubes protruding from it. The white energy polymerization tube extends from the center, and together with the four surrounding black accelerating tubes, converges into the muzzle energy blaster.

Flashing threads of light twined around the muzzle of the gun. As the pilot pressed the red fire button on the universal control lever, the four accelerating tubes quickly rotated around the energy polymerization tube, firing off olive-shaped energy. The light bullets shot out, and four long chains of energy bullets swept towards the front of the position like four long whips. .

"What's wrong with Suss!" Chakna's eyes had turned red, and his furious roar was like a thunder amidst the sound of cannons: "Come on, come on!"

The energy cannon swept towards the swarming Suss mechas. A Suss mecha that couldn't dodge was swept away by the energy cannon light chain and trembled all over.

The Chuckner fighter smiled ferociously.

Even though there were countless Suss mechas pouring down the hillside, even though his mecha was in dilapidated condition, and even the energy shield had collapsed in the previous battle, he didn't care.

This is Chakna land! For many years, this country's military. Just like this, he stood in front of the enemy again and again and defended this country and this land with his life!

Perhaps, the memory of the racial war has dissipated in the long river of thousands of years of history. The soldiers who drove the oldest mechas and fought with ancient guns, and even the names on the monuments have long been eroded by wind and rain and become blurry. However, there is still a gene of unyielding in the blood passed down from the ancestors.

Two years of war have completely awakened this country. Facing Soos, facing Jiepen, and facing this war sweeping the human world, Chuckna is the only warrior who continues to fight!

The Suss mecha, which was frozen by the energy cannon, was shaking like chaff. Finally, after a violent explosion, it turned into fragments all over the sky. Debris, large and small, lit up the mountains in the night like burning meteor showers.

Countless Suss mechas rushed over the falling fire rain towards the hilltop, and countless scarred Chakna mechas passed over this mecha standing at the forefront of the position and faced the enemy. The mechas collided and fought at high speed, and the sound of gold and iron sounded like a war song without a prelude. When the first note sounded, it entered a sonorous and passionate climax.

At this moment, everyone suddenly discovered that in the night, a row of bright lights appeared on the undulating horizon of the distant mountains.

Not just a hilltop, but also the ones on the left, the right, the valley between the hills, and the far end of the road... As the first row of lights flows downward, the second row of lights flows downward. Then he jumped out from behind the mountain. Then the third row, the fourth row... Gradually, these rows of lights became overwhelming!

It was a sea of ​​intertwined lightning and a sea of ​​hot lava.

They rolled down the hillside, spread over the flanks of the battlefield, and swept everything with an unstoppable attitude! The flanks of the Suss armored cluster began to collapse like dominoes almost as soon as they came into contact. The chaos caused by the falling mechas and the bursts of fire was like the shock wave of an explosion, spreading across the entire battlefield.

The exhausted Chakna warrior stared blankly at everything in front of him.

Now, he needs to use both hands to hold the control rod and keep the mecha stable. Just when he destroyed the Suss mecha, his own mecha also suffered heavy damage. Several energy cannonballs made several holes in the mecha. If his companions hadn't met the enemy in time, he would have fallen down long ago.

Because he had lost his fighting power, at this time, on this mountain top where the fierce battle was going on, he was the most at ease.

When the overwhelming mecha lights illuminated the pupils, the company commander's voice-changed roar came from the communication channel: "That's our army, that's our army!"

Blood suddenly surged to the top of his head.

In a daze, a loud charge horn sounded from the position behind him. He turned around and saw countless figures leaping out of the trenches like tigers.

Fight back!

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