Counterfeit Hero

"This killing stick is really merciless." The fat man muttered in his heart and walked out of the camp headquarters.

As soon as he arrived at the battalion headquarters, he received a violent reprimand. The fat man felt a little unhappy. The face of this 250th battalion commander was like a curtain? Just roll it up and put it out when you say it. I'm really going to kill you, Special Reconnaissance Battalion, does this guy mean that we have to do the work of the special forces together? This bowl of rice is not delicious. "

When he walked to his tattered mecha, he looked up and saw a muscular little lieutenant next to the mecha walking towards him with a smile on his face.

"Are you the new company deputy, Lieutenant Tian? Welcome! I am the first company commander Rashid." The sturdy little man stretched out his muscular arm, took the fat man's hand and shook it hard.

If it hadn't been for months of training in the gravity chamber, Fatty would have been shaken to pieces by this guy.

Pulling out his hand and saluting, the fat man said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, I'm new here. From now on, the company commander please obey the instructions and promise to obey them."

Rashid saw the fat man's expression remained unchanged and looked as if nothing had happened. He secretly appreciated it. He laughed loudly and patted the fat man's shoulder and said: "When we get here, we are brothers who live and die together. There are no instructions. I just received Did you receive training from the battalion commander? Haha."

Rashid was a bold and cheerful person. He didn't wait for the fat man to speak. He took the fat man's hand and walked away. He said at the same time: "Don't take it seriously. The battalion commander is a heartless person. He will also know how to kill with this stick." , whoever comes to the camp will be punished by him. Come on, brother will take you to the company headquarters to get familiar with it first."

The fat man had no choice but to leave his mecha and follow Rasheed, listening to him gesticulating and yelling as he walked: "I've heard that we are looking forward to a new company officer who has passed the first class meritorious service. Finally I've got you here. There's going to be a war here in a few days. Damn it, those grandsons of the empire's special forces have been very dishonest recently. They took away one of our outpost logistics stations, including civilian personnel and guards, and caused two hundred casualties. There are so many, so arrogant. Now a large number of troops from both the enemy and ourselves are gathering here. By opening the passage west of Cato, we can cut the imperial army into two pieces, so the higher ups issued an order to order our battalion. General, we must find out the enemy's situation, and take out two or three of their headquarters and other things in order to combat their arrogance."

"One headquarters is enough to defeat the enemy, but two or three are enough. These headquarters offices are heavily guarded. They are dozens of kilometers away from the front line, and are surrounded by their own troops. A beheading operation is simple to say, but not easy to do." Fatty While listening, I was thinking in my mind.

"Our battalion is the only special reconnaissance battalion in the entire federation. In order to establish this designation, the successive commanders of the 16th Division have spent a lot of effort. The military department has canceled the organization several times, but our battalion is a heroic battalion that has continued from the Revolutionary War. It has always been We have not withdrawn. The reconnaissance companies under the several mecha brigades and the special forces battalions directly under the division headquarters have long disliked us. The reconnaissance companies think that we all do the same work, but the equipment and treatment are better than them. The special forces The stupid men in the battalion have always hated us for blocking their way. The other armored divisions are all part of the special forces. Our 16th Division has a special reconnaissance battalion, so the special forces have always been organized into one battalion. If we could If we compare our battalion, the special reconnaissance battalion can be abolished, and their special forces battalion can be upgraded to a special forces regiment. Phew, our battalion commander is still planning to merge them, these guys don’t know how high the sky is. idiot."

Rashid didn't have the awareness of a junior officer at all, and he spoke hastily and quickly. Within a few minutes of meeting, he poured beans from a bamboo tube to the fat man, all the information about the special reconnaissance battalion, and the confusion made the fat man dizzy. Brain swelling.

While talking, the two came to the first company headquarters. The company headquarters was a small camp, consisting of several rows of temporary barracks and two training grounds. There were various mechas and vehicles parked around the camp, and there were even a few fighter jets. . At the gate of the barracks, three reconnaissance platoon leaders were gathering their companies and waiting. The fat man was about to follow Rasheed through the door, but was stopped by the little man.

Rashid smiled strangely and said: "We are special scouts. You know some of the rules, brothers. You are the company deputy assigned by the above. When we go to the battlefield, the lives of our brothers are in our hands. General incompetence will tire the entire army to death. It is unavoidable to pass three levels. If you don’t have the qualifications, you can’t enter this door. Please forgive me, brother.” After the guy finished speaking, he left Tian Xingjian at the door with a straight face and walked straight over to stand with the three platoon leaders. Together, they looked like they were waiting to see a joke.

"Damn, this lousy reconnaissance battalion, from the battalion commander to the company commander, is full of bastards who can turn around faster than they can flip through a book." The fat man had a headache. With these guys who only deal with strength, glib words are useless. The only way is to get Only with their approval will you gain the respect of these people.

"Okay, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman today. Just ask the question." Since others won't give you face, there is no need to hide it. You have to use all your skills today, otherwise you will be embarrassed if you can't get into this door. He said that at the critical moment, the first person abandoned by this group of people would definitely be himself.

A black platoon leader standing in front smiled, showing a row of white teeth, and said: "Brothers, I want to see the company officer's hand-to-hand combat skills first." After saying that, the platoon leader walked out first and took off his coat. , revealing his strong muscles, and his black skin made his whole body look like steel.

Tian Xingjian walked up to the platoon leader, squeezed the iron-hard muscles on his arm, and said in surprise: "You must have very strong explosive power." The black platoon leader chuckled and said: "Company officer, you have to be careful with my right fist. Oh, the blowing force of this hand is 500 kilograms, it will not be fun to hit you."

The fat man was amazed again after hearing this, and asked: "So you are also very capable of resisting beatings?" The black platoon leader smiled again and nodded.

"Pa!" The fat man suddenly jumped up and whipped the black man on the head with a high whip. The black man suddenly jumped into the air, turned 360 degrees like a windmill, and fell down on his head like a broken sandbag. On the ground, unconscious.

The fat man patted his trousers, put on a naive smile and said, "It's just that my reaction is a little slow."

Although it is despicable, this is originally one of Fatty's fighting skills, and it is not considered a foul. Moreover, this black platoon leader, Barak, is the strongest figure in the special reconnaissance battalion's free fighting. No one has ever been able to knock him down with one move, not even a sneak attack! .

Moreover, everyone knows that Ballack's reaction is not slow.

It's just that Fatty was too quick, and his expression was too deceptive.

It seems that this wretched fat man is not as easy to bully as they thought. Some people even feel frightened when they think that this fat man with a hidden knife in his smile will become their superior.

Two soldiers ran up and carried the unconscious black platoon leader down. Rashid and the remaining two platoon leaders looked at each other. It seemed that the new company officer was not as incompetent as his fat appearance.

"Haha, brother, you are so skilled! This whip kick is as fast as a meteor, fast, accurate and cruel! This hand is worthy of entering our special reconnaissance camp!!" After a while of silence, Rashid started to fight again. Haha, this guy's face changing speed is really unparalleled.

"Let's go to the shooting range. Let these ignorant little bastards see your shooting, brother, and let them see how guns are used." Rashid gave the fat man top hats one after another. There was something in his words. It seemed that this first competition made him very angry.

He originally wanted to give the fat man a blow, but was knocked down by the fat man. Although there was no deep hatred, this also made Rashid lose face. He was holding back his energy to beat the fat man in the latter two competitions. Back. We can't let this fat man look down on the Special Reconnaissance Battalion before he even walks in.

There are two tables placed on the open-air training ground. The parts of various firearms are piled on the tables. Two hundred meters away, there are two targets with a diameter of less than 30 centimeters. The bullseye in the center is seen from this side. , almost as big as a sesame seed.

This time, a short and thin corporal squad leader came out. The rules of the competition were very simple. Mix the parts of five types of firearms, assemble the guns, and shoot with the five guns respectively. Whoever shoots the gun in the shortest time and with the most accuracy will win. Just win.

The one who was sent out to compete with Fatty was Torik, the squad leader of the 2nd Platoon and 1st Platoon, the last martial arts champion of the 16th Armored Division.

The whistle blew and the game started counting. Torik showed the fastest speed. In this field, he was confident that no one could be faster and more accurate than him. When he was about to finish assembling the third gun, he suddenly heard five almost continuous gunshots. "Impossible!!" Torik suddenly raised his head, and the fat man next to him who had fired the last shot was putting the gun on the table with a silly smile on his face.

The target reporter in the distance shouted in great surprise: "All five shots hit, fifty rings!"

The entire first company of the special reconnaissance battalion took a breath of air. Is this fat guy still a human?

Rashid was a little frustrated. He had lost all the most promising projects. It was embarrassing. However, he then thought about this monster-like fat man who would become his partner in the future. What ability.

He glared at all the soldiers and shouted: "Damn it, get rid of these shameful guys." He turned his head, with a smile as bright as a lotus flower and said to the fat man: "No more competition, no more competition, brother. You are so good, my brother has given up!"

Suddenly a voice came from behind: "Don't be embarrassed and conspicuous with your little skills. Our special battalion is here to help with the last task of mecha combat."

The expressions of Rashid and Tian Xingjian changed at the same time. They turned around and saw a tall and handsome lieutenant colonel walking over with a group of people. Behind the lieutenant colonel was a fat acquaintance.

Alice, who had been teased just now, was looking at her with an annoyed expression.

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