Counterfeit Hero

The sky was darkened by gunfire. zThe smoke and dust blocked everything

"Hidden!" A shrill cry echoed over the position. He was instantly drowned in the deafening sound of explosions.

No guidance was needed, everyone lay down on their own, rolled over and rolled into the explosion-proof pit.

The fastest one is, of course, the fat man.

He activated the mecha almost as a reflex, covered Nash hanging on the cockpit door with his mechanical hand, turned over and got into the explosion-proof pit of the mecha.

Followed closely by Chakna warriors and a dozen bandit soldiers. They all rushed into the explosion-proof pit where Fatty was, without even glancing at the other explosion-proof pits around them. If it weren't for the fact that the explosion-proof pit couldn't accommodate so many people, I'm afraid everyone would want to squeeze in.

It exploded violently, covering the entire ground.

A torrential rain of energy bullets fell on the ground, leaving large craters. The violent shock wave crashed through the tunnel.

Outside the explosion-proof pit, the metal bullet-proof walls and explosion-proof chambers made ear-piercing groans, and the soil in the explosion-proof pit plummeted. The fragments of guns and parts that were scattered by the explosion crackled on the walls of the pit. The sky was full of dirt and gravel, which had just fallen and was lifted up again. The white explosion light swept across the earth, the red firelight licked and swayed in the wind, and the black smoke billowed straight up.

It was an apocalyptic scene, but no one cared about it. The soldiers crowded into the large explosion-proof pit of the mecha and looked excitedly at the mecha in front of them. They couldn't get enough of it.

Although the first action of this guy who was fighting for things was a lazy donkey roll that was very unworthy of the table. But. This action is for everyone at the venue. This is simply the most beautiful movement in the world. Compared with the most expensive, beautiful and cutting-edge mecha. Let’s take on an eighth-level skill known as the crown jewel of mecha control, “Small Pan Spin.” A hundred thousand times more wonderful.

This clean and lazy roll shows how healthy this mecha is now!

But when Nash and others saw the mecha. The energy cannon that still couldn't be repaired made Shi's eyes darken.

they know. Under the battlefield. A Jiepen [Toyama] mecha. Already prepared to attack the position. perhaps. Covered by artillery fire, there were a mecha and countless Jiepen soldiers. Already jumped out of the trenches. Started to charge towards the position.

Based on the current method of coordinated combat between ground, machine and infantry, the position is equipped with mechas. The attacking mecha is at the beginning of the attack. The main task is to provide powerful fire support for the charging infantry.

A firepower point located on the position. They are all targets of mecha attacks. Because the infantry needs to be covered. The location of the mecha. Will always be in front of the Jiepen infantry skirmisher line. Only within a hundred meters of the final distance. Only the mecha will accelerate its charge. The infantry who first broke into the position behind opened the gap.

In other words, when the enemy comes within a hundred meters, the entire position will be subject to long-range attacks by the enemy.

This alone is quite bearable. After all, we still have the advantage of the terrain and have positions to cover. But the problem now is that, let alone mechas, there are no portable energy cannons and missile launchers in the position.

The only thing that can pose a threat to the enemy's mecha is the fusion grenade! If the enemy can determine this by observing the firepower on the ground when charging, then as long as the mecha pilot is not a fool or a lunatic, he will choose to use firepower from a very safe distance. Clear the way for their infantry!

It wasn't until the first skirmisher line broke into the position that this mecha launched its final charge. With the help and cover of the infantry, it became the straw that broke the camel's back.

In that case, even if you can kill the opponent's mecha in the end, it will be meaningless. In front of countless Jiepen infantrymen who rushed into the position, the remaining twenty or thirty Chakna warriors on the position would be torn into pieces even if they were made of iron.

This is not a guess, this is a reality that can be deduced from the common rules of cooperative mechanized combat in various countries! The only way seems to be to go all out and kill the enemy's mecha before the enemy's infantry enters the position!

However, that also means that the mecha piloting this pieced-together mecha must rush out of the position, cross a distance of hundreds of meters, avoid the energy cannon attack of the enemy mecha, and use close combat to kill the opponent's mecha. Mecha!

is it possible? !

It's true that Fatty is a master-level mechanic. But this mecha is too broken. Thanks to such hasty repairs, this mecha can restore half of its previous performance. Under such circumstances, if you want to kill the opponent's best [Fushan], let alone the third and fourth level mecha warriors in the pilot division, even the sixth and seventh level mecha warriors in the armored division, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Incompetent.

Maybe, before running in front of others, this shabby mecha will fall apart on its own or be blown into a pile of scrap metal!

The excitement of seeing Jie Pentianwang just now has dissipated in the gunfire. Nash and Sun Ping looked at each other, feeling a little gloomy.

It would be great if the fat man could come a few hours earlier.

A grandmaster-level mechanic, coupled with their ability to invade Jie Peng Skynet, can bring the combat effectiveness of the entire army to a higher level. Maybe, the troops can be there

By the Qi River, escape from death!

And in such a dilapidated position, with so few people left, what would it be possible to see the deployment and mobilization of the Jiepen people? !

The cards in your hand are too small, and people don't even care about spreading their cards to play with you!

Several Chakna warriors exchanged glances, then turned to look at the miscellaneous soldiers beside them who seemed to know no worries, and couldn't help but sigh deeply. Just by looking at the way these guys hold their guns, you can tell how powerful they are in combat. Even if he could kill a few Jiepen people, it would probably be a blind cat hitting a dead mouse. Instead of counting on them, it is better to hope that God will suddenly send down a thunder array and kill all the people in Jiepeng!

I also know what they were discussing while hiding inside. Finally, the pale-faced fat man and the little kid got out of the mecha.

The fat man asked: "Which one of you will take this armor?"

"Damn it!" Nash punched the wall hard.

Fatty and Little Fart were trembling with fear at the same time. The two fat guys, one big and one small, looked at each other, feeling uneasy. At the critical moment, what disease did this guy have?

"Old Sun!" Nash gritted his teeth and said to Sun Ping: "Go to Sampson and call him. Only his mecha has the highest level here. The only way to succeed is to fight! Otherwise, everyone can only wait here. die!"

There was deathly silence in the explosion-proof pit. The explosion of the hole seemed to be far away from everyone's ears. .

Feng Laosi wiped his sniper rifle hard without raising his head. Jonathan lowered his head, the veins on his forehead showing. Shen Ming stared blankly at the weird mechanical legs of the mecha, his eyes red. Sun Ping, on the other hand, stared at Nash, finally nodded fiercely, put the gun on his back, turned around and crawled out of the cave.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing Sun Pingxiang burrowing out of the cave, the fat man understood and said with a strange expression: "What level of mecha warrior is that Sampson?!"

"Level 4!" Nash gritted his teeth and said, "Among the pilots, the highest level is only level 6. Originally, we had a level 5 in the mecha class, but" as he said that, Nash's eyes were already red. He knew that the order he gave was actually asking the last mecha warrior in the company to die! The probability that Second Lieutenant Sampson can complete this mission will not exceed 10%!

"Level 4?!" The expressions of the bandit soldiers all became extremely strange.

"Don't call!" Seeing Sun Ping turn around and leave, the fat man quickly shouted: "The artillery fire coverage is not over yet, it is too dangerous outside! No need to call, we have mecha warriors here."

"Are you mecha warriors?" Nash and others didn't know whether they were surprised or confused.

Their eyes slowly swept across the faces of a group of motley soldiers wearing blue uniforms, and Nash asked in a harsh voice: "What level of mecha warriors are there?"

"Don't worry about it." The fat man waved his hand. He didn't know how to explain the difference between civilian and military levels for a while. He turned to Baz and the others and said, "Hurry up. Which one of you is going?"

"Guessing!" Baz raised his fist high and stared at his companions with bright eyes.

"Scissors, paper, rock!"

Only Cozmo produced rocks, and the others all produced scissors. The explosion-proof pit suddenly became noisy as if a thief had been caught in a vegetable market.

In particular, several Gods of War cursed loudly.

The tall Hargrove yelled loudly, and Wagstaff, who had a beard and a sinister face, echoed loudly, and even the second-level mecha war god Monson, who looked like a middle-aged scholar, couldn't bear it. Shake your head and show off.

"***! No future!" Under Nash and others' dumbfounded gazes, the fat man pulled Cozmo away, who looked embarrassed and proud, and said: "Just go with Cozmo, you guess the game and decide what's next." vehicle."

Suddenly there was another din of guessing games in the pothole.

The fat man told Cozmo: "Remember, break the protective armor under his lower back. That is the transmission assembly of the [Toyama] mecha. If it is inconvenient, other places will do. Anyway, it is best to keep it intact." If you catch it, come back quickly. Whether we can escape this time depends on you!"

"No problem." Cozmo smiled slightly and got into the mecha cockpit.

The explosions outside the cave have gradually become sparse, and Jipeng's artillery preparations have ended.

"Are there any sniper rifles?" Fatty asked Nash.

Cozmo's level was enough to capture one of the opponent's mechas. Fatty calculated that the firepower of the position was not enough. Using a sniper rifle to shoot as many enemy officers as possible was the most economical way to allocate combat power at the moment.

Seeing the young man, who was only a little over 20 years old, with handsome features and looks like a student, getting into the mecha, and hearing the fat man's unbelievable explanation, Nash didn't know what he was feeling at the moment.

Are you dreaming when you use a broken mecha to attack an intact [Toyama] in front of the position, and then bring back the intact prisoners?

"Hey!" Seeing a fat hand shaking in front of his eyes, Nash finally came to his senses.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and hid out of the cave: "Follow me!".