Counterfeit Hero

No matter how fierce the war is, life must go on.

"Mars Express" did not cease publication because of the advent of war. On the contrary, for most ordinary people hiding in their homes, basements and refugee gathering places in the suburbs, understanding the progress of the war through radio, television and newspapers has become their only concern every day.

By this time, paper media could no longer be distributed, but with the help of ubiquitous wireless civilian networks and a handheld computer, you could still read "Mars Express". And the videos shot on site are the guarantee for "Mars Express" to compete with online TV stations.

Zhang Kai has always felt that Puluo Town is his blessed place.

This Mars Express reporter, who was worried about being fired just a few days ago, rose to prominence because of his exclusive report on the news that Tian Xingjian played nine games in a row. Now he is the team leader of the Mars Express news team and the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department. .

Now, he is lying on the window sill of an office on the 120th floor of the Haijiao Commercial Building in Puluo Town, using a camera to record everything that happens in Puluo Town.

This building located in the west-central part of Puluo Town belongs to the sphere of influence of the newly established faction mutual aid alliance. Because it was not affected by the war, every office here was packed with people.

Some of these people were employees who originally worked in the building and stayed here for various reasons. Some are homeless people scattered from various places. ---In the central city, there are no complete blocks to be found at this moment. Every street and every building is a battlefield.

Looking from the building, there are many people in the space city and residential buildings not far away. The war is raging outside, and people with nowhere to go can only stay at home and gamble their luck, praying that the shells will not come to them.

Very helpless and very realistic. Even if it means death. It is far better to die at home and be hit by a shell at unknown times than to die outside.

Now, everyone is huddled on the windowsill, quietly watching what is happening in the distance.

Their eyes were horrified and numb. No one knows how long they can stay here, nor does they know at which second their life will end abruptly.

In the distance, the mecha, which was as red as the tide, was wreaking havoc. That was a completely inhuman massacre! Wherever they go. Corpses littered the fields. They killed not only soldiers but civilians as well. Residential buildings that pose no threat have become the targets of their willful display of force.

Massacre, looting, arson!

Seeing the living lives in the distant blocks falling silently one by one. Blood flowed like rivers, the men bit their lips, and the women couldn't help crying. They had never seen hell, and now they saw it - a red hell full of fire and blood!

The red demon tide is surging towards this side.

All eyes were focused on Echo Street. Concentrated in front of that long line. On dozens of black mechas.

The sound of prayers in Zhang Kai's ears never stopped.

Everyone is praying. Pray that those black mechas can block the red demonic tide. Even though the disparity in numbers between the two sides was so huge, and even though people knew that their prayers were a luxury, they still prayed wholeheartedly - that was their last hope.

Will that thin line of defense collapse?

A wave of red mechas chased the people who were running in panic. Getting closer to Echo Street.

finally. The tide turned at the T-junction and headed towards Echo Street. Amidst the roar of gunfire, explosions and screams. The black mecha was always quiet, without any movement. They are like a lifeless embankment built of huge rocks, waiting for the flood to come.

The crowd running at the front passed through the defense line lined with black mechas. The dense bullets and rounds of artillery shells bit them hard. People kept falling down while running.

Violently red, silently black. There was no conflict between the two sides in this silent scene. The red mecha did not attack the defense line, and the black mecha had no intention of taking action. Until, an arrogant red mecha threw a corpse in front of the black mecha.

Everyone's hearts almost sank to the bottom of the sea at that moment. They stand taller and so see further. In the distance, swarms of red mechas filled their sight. Everyone knew that the arrogant red mecha was provoking, but no one showed any anger at all. Instead, there was only endless sadness.

Unless those black mechas are lunatics, they can only stand there and maintain that thin line of defense.

At that moment, there was dead silence. In everyone's eyes, time seemed to have stagnated, and only the red mecha strutting back in the pupils was left.

Zhang Kai mechanically zoomed in on the camera... He heard someone whispering beside him, an almost crazy voice.

"Kill him, kill him!"

This sound is like a magic spell.

At that moment, Zhang Kai seemed to be in a trance and heard countless such voices. That includes himself...that's not expectation, that's just a way of venting.

No one expected that a few seconds later, the curse would come true.

No matter how many years pass, Zhang Kai will never forget the scene that made every cell in his body boil with excitement.

In the close-up shot, an energy cannon hit the red mecha.

Immediately afterwards, there was another... milky white energy cannon ball of light like a torrential rain. Dozens of energy cannon shells hit the same target cleanly!

The violent explosion was deafening, and the white light flashed by the explosion was as dazzling as an exploding star in the universe. The thick black smoke rolled upwards with dust, like a huge mushroom, and red flames rolled out from the thick smoke. ...Everyone was dumbfounded.

Immediately, a hot and hearty feeling surged out from the bottom of my heart, mixed with a stream of hot blood rushing straight to my forehead - there is nothing more pleasurable than this. People looked at this dazzling light that captured their minds and souls! No one is willing to blink! Everyone's face was flushed sickly, and their whole bodies were shaking with excitement.

Zhang Kai opened his mouth and wanted to shout something, but in the end he slammed his fist on the window sill.

The camera pans into the distance...through the smoke of the explosion. On the other side of the intersection, you can vaguely see the miserable expressions on the dumbfounded faces of hundreds of bloody mercenary infantry.

Several red mechas with thumbs up were frozen there, looking so ironic in the reflection of the exploding flames in the center of the street.

A few seconds ago, they were laughing and applauding for their companion's unbridled provocation. A few seconds later, they were slapped loudly in front of their faces - the companion who was called a fool by others. He provoked someone to seek death in front of someone's already prepared formation, but someone unceremoniously allowed him to do it! .

The silence of those forty black mechas turned out to be not cowardice, but contempt! Under their armor, there are more vicious energy cannons hidden. Not saying a word, not even glancing at the more than 100 fire elements in the field. Forty cannons were aimed at one person, just like playing group bowling, just for fun!

Is there any greater humiliation than this?

Since there was no order from Caudle, nor did he expect that the dozens of mechas would dare to ignore the threat of hundreds of fire elements and open fire brazenly, the bloody mercenary soldiers at the scene could not help but become temporarily distracted.

And this loss of consciousness soon turned into confusion.

The energy muzzles of those black mechas. Light filaments and electric flowers have gathered again. The machine cannon on the shoulder also began to rotate silently but horribly. Under the armor with a hole in the waist, the missile launcher has been ejected, and missiles with red heads and white bodies are emitting smoke...

Time seems to have frozen.

What was frozen was the communicator of each member of the bloody mercenaries...except for a burst of harsh noise, there was no other sound.

There is no direction, no coordination.

Many people still didn't understand what happened, the overwhelming artillery fire and missiles. Just cover them.

The infantrymen had their limbs mutilated. Thrown into the sky in the explosion, the mecha's energy shield. Like candles in a storm.

"Defensive formation, spread out!" The commander of the first company of the third battalion of the Scarlet Mercenary Armored Assault Regiment, who was the supreme commander of this intersection at the moment, shouted desperately, trying to organize his men to fight back.

However, the only answer to him was the harsh screams in the communication channel, and his mecha computer was also flashing red amidst the beeps - the automatic fire control system failed, the auxiliary control system failed, and the radar system failed. ...

What made his eyes dizzy even more was that at the moment when the bloody mercenaries fell into chaos, forty black mechas suddenly started up - they were charging!

"Defense!" The company commander switched to the mecha's loudspeaker and screamed, which was drowned in the violent explosions.

In just an instant, the black steel torrent cut into the formation of the bloody mercenaries at lightning speed. Stirring up a bloody storm.

The red mecha's hasty and sporadic counterattack firepower was completely ignored. The invincible mixed shells that had previously attacked the Merchant Alliance's armed forces landed on these black mechas, only causing a ripple in the blue energy shield. That moment of chaos had already sealed their fate.

Viewed from the air, the black torrent piercing the group of red mechas was like a steel knife stabbing into tofu. A stream of ions was drawn on the blade of the armor-breaking ax in their hands, and the disk on their left arm lit up flat. Like a mirror-like light shield. The wave-splitting shield was lifted and the ax fell, and the red mechas were chopped to the ground like melons and vegetables.

A red mecha was retreating rapidly, its onboard hybrid cannon roaring desperately, spraying out a line of bullets. In front of it, a black mecha rushed forward silently, silent and ferocious.

The red mecha's crazy close-range shooting did not stop the black mecha's advance. The mixed shells hit the black mecha, making a series of explosions. Amidst the smoke and flames, the black mecha burst out of the curtain. The armor-breaking ax in its hand turned into a stream of light and pointed directly at the chest of the red mecha.

"Level suppression!"

This was the last thought that flashed through the mind of the red mecha warrior.

Even until his death, he didn't understand why there was a mecha here that could level-suppress his own fire element.

The ion armor-breaking ax broke through the cockpit armor of the fire element and broke out from the back of the mecha. Bringing out a shower of splashing flesh and blood.

He stepped on the red mecha with his feet and pulled out the axe, then raised it above his head and pointed at the sky. The fat man, who had already been angered by the bloody mercenary's massacre for no reason, spat coldly: "Do what they just did!"

Fatty has killed many people, but he has never raised his butcher knife at innocent civilians! Forced into the war, what he hates most is this kind of unreasonable killing!

For such people, Fatty always has only one way to teach him a lesson - tit for tat!

Behind him, a Hengdao fired three red demonstration flares.

The red light slowly climbed up into the sky and began to fall when it reached the top. A loud charge trumpet sounded from between the buildings.

Suddenly, the four blocks of Echo Street in Puluo Town were filled with the sound of killing.

Two black dragon-like mechas were rushing and rolling. All the way to the center. Wherever he passed, people fell on their backs. Those red mechas scattered in various neighborhoods, and those infantrymen following behind, will immediately end up being shattered to pieces as soon as they come face to face with these black butchers in groups.

Blood splattered, and the entire city groaned in this horrific killing.

The machine cannon exploded in the bloody mercenary infantry group almost biting the flesh, and the metal shells completely tore the flesh and blood bodies apart. As far as the eye could see, groups of soldiers fell down one after another like wheat. Large chunks of flesh and blood rolled in the air and rained down with blood. White brain matter sputtered out - the ground was covered in pools of blood and mud.

Scattered red mechas. It was impossible to organize effective resistance at all. The black mechas always formed groups of three. One frontal attack, two side detours. The positioning and coordination are extremely weird. Often the red mecha would be chopped down to the ground by an ax that came out of nowhere just as it assumed a fighting stance.

Communication was cut off and command coordination was lost. In modern warfare, even the most elite troops are helpless. Not to mention that they were facing the most ruthless pirates and Lelei warriors who had fought for the rest of their lives! And these people are still the core martial arts that Fatty has racked his brains to train himself!

In addition to the selected mecha martial arts and battlefield killing moves against enemies. Fatty cooperates in small-scale close combat. It took a lot of effort. In the mecha martial arts, Lingbo moved slightly, inculcating the exercises over and over again. direction. Time, speed, mecha posture control, and shot sequence all require the mecha warriors of the bandits to be engraved in their bones.

If at the beginning of the war, the mecha warriors of the bandits were still a little unfamiliar, if they were still doubtful about the coordination that was full of data, theories, and going around, then, as the war progressed, as they Killing their opponents time and time again in cooperation, they have become completely obsessed with this fighting method.

Electronic interference, mecha level suppression, small-scale tacit cooperation, and a sudden launch at the beginning—these factors turned the bandit mecha warriors into the representatives of death. At this moment, their bounden duty is to kill!

In the blocks east of Echo Street, the red mechas were retreating.

In urban street fighting, this kind of retreat is fatal. The fog of war is shrouded, and no one knows how many enemies there are in the cobweb-like streets! Street by street, block by block, panic was spreading rapidly. .

The people standing on the tall buildings were completely dumbfounded.

The red mechas with the overwhelming number of people were defeated, but the black mechas, which totaled no more than a hundred, were unstoppable along the way. They swept towards the center from three directions, leaving corpses everywhere in their path. The red in front of them was resisting in panic, and behind them there was a dead silence.

And at the forefront of these black mechas, a mecha was leading them to kill.

Fatty drove a Hengdao and rushed to the front. His hand speed of seventy-two movements per second has been maximized by him.

He chopped down a red mecha with an axe, then jumped up with his sword and kicked out his legs like lightning, kicking the cockpit of another mecha to pieces. Before it could land, it doubled up and circled in the air like a big bird. The battle ax in his hand drew a sharp arc and directly split the head of the third mecha.

Before the mechas behind him could catch up, he made another leap that was as precise as a textbook, and shot into another group of red mechas that were retreating - only a loud sound of gold and iron was heard, and the red The mecha group exploded like fireworks, and several red mechas with missing limbs were thrown around.

In the eyes of the bandit mecha warriors, their commander had transformed into a life-seeking god of death. Fight with ferocity in close quarters and shoot with precision at long range. Under his control, the mecha is like a wolf among sheep, and every move and every move is full of killing moves.

His speed has reached the extreme, and no one can tell which one of the several phantoms galloping and jumping among the red mechas is his true body.

The red mecha in front of him had no enemies in one round.

On the top of the Puro branch building, Cozmo, Buzz, Wetherill and the elders, as well as thousands of young warriors, all watched everything happening in front of them in silence.

Their eyes were widened to their maximum size and their noses were flaring. Some people bit their lips tightly, and some people almost had water in their fists!

Using one to transform a hundred, Mount Tai was overwhelming, sweeping thousands of armies, dragons and tigers were looming, following them like a shadow... That black mecha taught them a lesson!

What made Cozmo and the others' hearts surge to the point of being uncontrollable was the one hundred and twenty black mechas that stirred up a huge frenzy.

From buildings far and near, bursts of cheers resounded through the sky.

The one hundred and twenty mechas were still advancing at great speed.

This picture of victory that is closely related to me is laid out in front of me. The young pilots have never been so proud and passionate, and they have never been so deeply aware of this great era of troubled times that produces heroes.

Leaving aside the dozens of Lelei warriors among them, the pirates they usually looked down on from the bottom of their hearts were now strong professional warriors.

Before them, the enemy was retreating.

Behind them, the people were cheering!

They have won everyone's respect!

Men, that's it! .