Counterfeit Hero

The soldiers followed six Chakna warriors in the jungle. first hair

The sound of gunfire and explosions got closer and closer as the soldiers ran. After turning around the mountainside, the position built on the top of the mountain was already vaguely visible.

"Boom!" With a deafening bang, a group of red light suddenly shined in the gap in the forest.

Countless pieces of soil were thrown into the sky in the violent explosion, making the branches and leaves of the dense forest crackle. Smoke and dust spread in all directions. Streams of black and white smoke formed dark clouds covering the ground, rolling, changing into strange shapes in the air, and rushing toward the sky with the wind. The entire mountain was trembling with continuous explosions.

The fat man gritted his teeth and ran at the front of the team with six Chakna soldiers.

He had not experienced such a scene for a long time. Since escaping to Galipalan from New Rome with Mido and Nia, most of his battles have been completed in the mecha. Although it was equally dangerous, the mecha's energy shield and armor always gave him a sense of security.

Fatty has always felt that among all battles, infantry battles are the most dangerous.

You don’t need to find any reason to prove it. You only need to look at the number and proportion of infantry killed in each war, and you will know how close these unlucky guys who hold guns and use their flesh as armor are to death every day.

The fat man's face turned a little pale when he thought that the mountains he had just seen were like the charging tide of Jie Peng's soldiers, and that he actually had to stand in front of them to hold on to a damn position.

Stand your ground and fight to the death! It sounds so heroic, so passionate, so brave and fearless. Seducing women is also the most awesome topic.

But God. It only counts when you come down!

The position is a dead place. Whether it is an impregnable fort around the city or a temporary trench on the hilltop. In the enemy's Skynet system, it is just a fixed coordinate. It means to stand firm. It's not much different from putting yourself in front of someone else's target and being swept away until your whole body trembles. Want to stay alive. I can only pray that those bullets and cannonballs have eyes. Fly around yourself!

obviously. This is daydreaming.

As the fat man ran, he imagined various possibilities in his mind. And was frightened by it. Fear comes from the unknown. This is absolutely fucking true! No one knows which shell destroyed the fat man like a flower.

Dozens of figures. Jump and run in the jungle. It rushed towards the position like a shooting star.

There are still dozens of meters away from the position. You can see the light shrouding the position through the gaps between the branches and leaves in the forest. There are the dazzling red light of fusion grenade explosions and the white light of portable energy cannons. There are also intensive firings from energy machine guns and rifles. It flashed like tens of thousands of electric firecrackers.

And behind these flashes of light, the figure of Jie Pen's soldier had faintly appeared at the front of the position!

"kill!"

Captain Chuckner Nash shouted loudly and stabbed the chest of a Jeppon soldier who rushed into the trench with his bayonet.

The soldier Jipeng who had just stepped into the position quickly shrank and reflexively turned his gun sideways, trying to push Nash's bayonet away. However, as Nash's arms shook violently, the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun still penetrated his heart with great accuracy.

Blood spurted out from the pulled out bayonet. Like a burst water pipe. The Jiepen soldier fell headfirst into the muddy trench with his eyes wide open.

Nash wiped the blood from his face and met another Jiepen soldier who rushed into the trench.

The machine gunner beside him, who had been injured in many places, was still pouring firepower down the hillside. The other Chakna soldiers were still gritting their teeth and shooting at the wave-like skirmisher lines in front of the position without raising their heads. Although at least five or six Jiepeng soldiers broke through the fire blockade and rushed to the position, Nash could only fight with an equal number of soldiers in hand-to-hand combat. Among them, including himself.

Although he is still fighting hard, Nash knows that this battle has reached the end.

The entire company had more than 160 people at full strength, but now only 20 or 30 were left. Including civilian personnel, mechanics and cooking squads of each platoon, they have all been filled to the front line.

When the Jiepen people rushed into the position, let alone deploying more people to fight hand-to-hand, even so, the firepower of the position was not enough to block the enemy. In the blink of an eye, the enemy in front of the position rushed closer to about ten meters.

The bayonet in Nash's hand was as fast as lightning, and the opponent's bayonet was equally fast. In less than five seconds, the two men had stabbed each other more than a dozen times. During the block, two wounds that were not fatal but were horrific were exchanged. After using all his strength to deflect the opponent's thrust, Nash took a step back, and the bayonet in his hand trembled greatly to force the opponent back.

After a second of confrontation, Nash gasped desperately. The enemy in front of him was tall and strong. The gray Jiepeng uniform seemed to be torn apart by his gnarled muscles at any moment. After just one confrontation, Nash knew that he had met a master of hand-to-hand combat.

The opponent's strength is huge, his movements are simple and effective, and you can tell at a glance that he has been fighting for a long time. The Jeppon [Marseille] style m811 rifle in his hand had an extremely tricky angle for every thrust. And with every collision, Nash could feel the unexpected vibration on his opponent's bayonet. This vibration made his hands numb. If it weren't for the quick movement of his feet, he would have almost died if the empty goal was knocked open several times.

My tired body can no longer sustain it for much longer. Sour and soft

, it is difficult to block the opponent's next attack. Nash stared hard at his lifeless eyes and wanted to take them into the eternal darkness as the last impression of his life.

Even if it means death, I will never escape!

The Jiepen soldiers moved. The knife struck like lightning, like a poisonous snake, from bottom to top, towards Nash's chest.

dial! Nash's gun had hit his opponent's bayonet. However, except for a harsh sound of metal friction, the opponent's gun was not moved at all. Still stabbed along the original path.

Just when Nash was completely desperate, suddenly, a ball of blood exploded from the head of the soldier Jie Pen.

Red blood mixed with white brain matter spurted out from a piece of skull that was lifted open. The Jiepen soldier's head suddenly tilted, he leaned against the combined bulletproof wall of the trench, and slid softly into the mud.

Nash turned his head reflexively and saw dozens of people rushing out from the jungle behind the position.

The one running at the front was Sun Ping. As he ran, he kept his gun steady on his shoulder and fired quickly using the shooting posture while running. Feng Laosi beside him stopped as soon as he came out of the woods. Constantly moving sideways along the zigzag line, he used the sniper rifle in his hand to shoot the Jiepen soldiers in the trenches, biting their flesh with the gun. Behind them, four other Chakna warriors were also running and firing. .

Strict training allowed these soldiers to gather their firepower together, quickly clearing the position and blocking another wave of Jiepen soldiers that had just emerged in front of the position.

What attracted Nash's attention the most was not his savior-like subordinates, but a fat man running next to Sun Ping!

The fat man had an automatic rifle in his hand, but what he was carrying was just a shell gun. But this shell gun is simply more terrifying than a P29 energy machine gun. As long as the fat man waved his hand, energy bullets would rain down in front of him. With just one glance, Nash broke into a cold sweat. The fat man seemed to want to kill everyone in the entire position.

When he killed a Jiepen soldier, Nash discovered that his subordinates who had just fought with the soldier were completely frightened by the energy bombs surrounding them. When the Jiepen soldier fell down with holes all over his body, the first reaction of the stunned Chakna warrior when he came back to his senses was to check how many holes there were in his body. As a result, he didn't even get a scratch on his oily skin. There is no way to explain it other than luck and miracles.

Nash didn't know where the fat man came from. All he knew was that he wanted to beat this fat man up! Just now I almost lost one of my soldiers.

And that fat man is definitely a rookie!

Not only did he shoot randomly, he was actually wearing a major general uniform. The major general rank epaulettes on his shoulders simply turned him into a rising star in the night. So dazzling and so stupid!

Those Jiepen people who rushed into the position did not need to use their brains to make a choice. As soon as he appeared, he immediately became the target of siege.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

The shaky defense line seems to have become stronger again. The Chakna soldiers on the position suddenly became energetic after seeing sharpshooter Feng Laosi and Sun Ping, the most powerful scout in the company, returning, bringing with them more than thirty soldiers in blue uniforms. The Chakna soldiers who had almost thrown themselves into the trench were forcefully driven out again.

Faced with the sudden fierce firepower, the Jiepen people were obviously at a loss.

Especially those Jie Pen soldiers who were running behind, when they saw their companions in front who were about to step into the position, shaking like chaff from the fierce firepower, all of them involuntarily slowed down the pace of the charge. The sudden appearance of dozens of reinforcements made the Jiepen soldiers who had already taken cover one after another understand that it was impossible to win the position with this wave of attacks.

Under the command of the commander in the communication channel, the Jiepen people dropped at least fifty corpses in front of the position and then simply retreated under the cover of artillery fire from the rear.

Although a little embarrassed, the Jiepen people's skirmisher line still remained intact during the retreat. Although their world-famous army training and their national character make each of their soldiers as rigid and rigid as a machine, the concept of treating combat discipline as life can at least allow them to retreat in an orderly and unhurried manner. impatient.

After a while, there was no longer a Jiepen figure visible at the front of the position. The entire position, after being plowed by enemy artillery fire, returned to calm.

The bandit soldiers were chatting behind their positions.

"***!" Nash grabbed Sun Ping, his face twisted: "Who is that damn fat man?! Why don't these people even have guns? Are they here for vacation?!"

"Damn it!" Before Sun Ping had time to reply, Nash saw the soldier who was almost beaten into a honeycomb by the fat man just now, walking towards the fat man with a sullen face!

Seeing reinforcements coming from the other side, the soldiers of Jie Peng, who were already at the end of their efforts, suddenly lost their momentum, their confidence was shaken, and they faced up to attack. Their casualties suddenly increased a lot. As a last resort, we could only suppress them with firepower while retreating slowly. .