Counterfeit Hero

[Antenna] activated electromagnetic interference, and the attack area covered a radius of 5 kilometers. Within half an hour, if it was not directly destroyed, [Antenna] would be the absolute master here, and no signal could escape its cage. Even if the Imperial Army has more powerful electronic countermeasures weapons, it will take half an hour at the earliest to struggle out of the disadvantage and counterattack.

One [Fury] and six Warrior Pioneers stayed behind to protect the [Antenna]. Other individual mechas had already entered the assault line. As soon as the electromagnetic interference was activated, like thousands of galloping horses, the mechas launched a collective assault.

The charge of armored combat units on the battlefield has a very terrifying momentum. The charge of dozens of individual mechas can be said to be earth-shattering. This kind of action to scare off the grass and scare the snake has a very good effect. The alarm is sounded in the base, and the guard mecha launches The sound was clear and distinguishable. Five hundred meters away, the charging Federation mecha launched the first batch of missiles. Fatty would sigh every time he saw the salvo of missiles. It was too much like the scene of ejaculation under the microscope in science and education movies, especially the sperm. The part where the missiles attack the Egg Castle is so beautiful. He had always wondered how those science and education films were made, and finally he found out that they were computer simulations using real images. It was so deceptive, and Fatty was very sorry.

The missile accurately hit the gate and the wall. With the explosion, the gate and the temporary steel wall were lifted high, dust flew up, and a gap of nearly 100 meters was blown out of the entire wall, which happened to be the security camp. In the mecha parking area, imperial soldiers wearing underpants are desperately climbing onto the mecha.

How could Fatty get their mecha to activate? He was the first to pounce, and the broken mecha rushed forward in a strange posture, like a baboon in heat.

Places within sight are quickly destroyed. Such raids usually do not encounter much resistance. After all, the power of energy cannons and missiles is enough to make the opponent lie down again when they are just awake.

The two rows of barracks were quickly cleared, and no living person could board the mechas in the parking area. Fatty always has a rule when it comes to fighting: he won't give the opponent a chance if he can, and he won't give him a chance even if he begs, and he will die in one slap. However, he was timid and always just thought about it in his mind. Before joining the army, this guy had never been beaten once. Although every time he had a conflict with someone, he gritted his teeth in his heart and tried his best to frustrate himself. In the end, he finally gave up and settled down.

I'm a fucking pacifist by nature, so compassionate. I can't bear to see people bleeding. Otherwise, I would definitely do this...that...the scenes were extremely bloody, violent and cruel...the fat man was bragging to his friends.

This time it is not a fight, but a life and death battle on the real battlefield. Maybe it is because I have killed people on the way to escape, and I have passed this mental test. Maybe it is because in war, human psychology has mutated to varying degrees. Anyway, Fatty didn't regard the enemy in front of him as a living person at all. When the machine gun of logic swept over these imperial soldiers wearing only underpants, turning them into a ball of splattered flesh and blood, Fatty didn't feel disgusted or scared at all. Instead of feeling excited, a man started to advance into the base in a broken mecha.

The artillery fire began to extend, and missiles and artillery spread into the base. Some imperial mechas that were farther away finally came out. Some were mechas patrolling nearby, and others survived the extended artillery fire of the federal mechas. The firepower of the federal army began to be suppressed. When all the federal mechas had just cut into the base gate in an orderly manner and divided into two arrows to attack in depth, Fatty had already collided with the oncoming imperial mechas alone.

Twenty to one. The fat man quickly assessed the situation.

A missile flew over and hit Logic's chest. The broken mecha immediately fell to the ground. The huge explosion blew a big hole in Logic's chest, and the destroyed circuit inside was exposed to the air, sparks flashing, and black smoke rising all over his body.

The Imperial soldiers thought it was so strange. What was this piece of junk? It could kill the first one with one shot. When did the Federation become so poor?

However, the sneak attack of the federal army had already invaded the base. The guard company responsible for the defense at the entrance could not resist under such dense artillery fire. Therefore, the imperial mechas that had no time to think about it jumped over the destroyed federal mecha. Running forward, a mecha was worried and used its energy cannon to hit the pile of junk on the ground. There was no response... and it almost destroyed an imperial mecha that stepped directly over the broken body and rushed towards the door.

This scene shocked the soldiers of the Special Reconnaissance Company.

"No? How come the company officer who came just this afternoon was killed in action?"

"Fat man, fat man!"

"He's so cunning. Why does he go crazy when they start fighting?"

"The mecha must have been scrapped. I don't know if the person is still alive."

"With such a big hole in his chest, he must be dead."

"Assault with all the troops and snatch back the company deputy's mecha."

"Revenge, revenge!"

The regional communication channel of the Special Reconnaissance Company was in chaos. No one expected that the fat man they had just met would be killed by the enemy so quickly. Did this fat man eat gunpowder? One person rushes in.

Just when they thought Tian Xingjian had been sacrificed, behind the more than 20 imperial mechas, the Warcraft Type 3, which was too damaged to be seen, actually got up again.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company had tears in their eyes. This was a heroic scene. They saw that the tattered monster was like a warrior who had just climbed out of hell. Two missiles hit the imperial mecha running past him at close range. Then, Warcraft's mechanical arm grabbed another Imperial mecha and smashed the cockpit to pieces with one punch.

What a tragic scene this is. Behind the Warcraft 3 that stood up again, there were at least forty or fifty Imperial mechas swarming in.

Forty to one?

Several energy shells hit the tattered Warcraft 3.

The mecha fell tragically again in the flames.

"Fat man!"

"Hit! Hit me hard!"

"Come on! Avenge the company deputy!"

The furious federal soldiers began their charge. The two [Fury] units responsible for fire support roared angrily. Six energy cannon tubes fired hundreds of shells, like a ribbon flying in the dark night. Everywhere is annihilated. The two missile launchers fired high-explosive missiles almost without stopping, and the huge explosions went straight into the sky.

Two individual mecha arrows quickly interspersed and separated dozens of arriving imperial mechas. Without communication command, the radar and weapon locking systems also failed. How could an imperial mecha that relies entirely on manual operation be like this? A rival to the well-trained and proactive Federal Special Reconnaissance Force?

The broken Warcraft mecha stood up again...

Several soldiers in the company cried...

"Isn't this looking for death?" they thought: "The company officer is so brave! So fearless!"

Among the swarming imperial mechas, the Warcraft fell...

The soldiers of the Special Reconnaissance Company began to feel strange...

Warcraft stood up again...

The monster fell...

Warcraft again…..

Time and time again... The Imperial mechas that desperately rushed forward amidst the fierce fire were attacked one by one by the tattered mechas among them.

Having tasted the sweetness, Fatty never tired of it, and his tattered mecha pretending to be dead gradually became more and more proficient in the battle.

"Fat man! What the hell are you doing?!"

Rashid's howl came over the channel.

The tears on the faces of all the federal soldiers dried up... They felt as if they had been tricked by that wretched fat man.

"mean!"

A chorus of angry curses came from the channel.

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