Counterfeit Hero

A Jie Peng S177 [Undercurrent] fighter plane took off from behind the mountains in the distance and roared over the city.

The originally bustling city was deathly silent.

There were only a few pedestrians on the street. As far as the eye can see, there are groups of heavily armed Jiepen soldiers.

Martial law has been imposed in all cities. Armored vehicles with machine guns were parked at every intersection, and piles of sandbags and isolation nets compressed the wide streets into a small gap like a dam about to close. The mecha patrolled back and forth, and the expressionless Jiepen guards checked the identity of every pedestrian and searched them savagely.

The buildings on both sides of the street have changed beyond recognition. The originally beautiful exterior wall was riddled with bullet marks and holes, and was full of traces of smoke and fire.

Neon signs and advertisements are tattered. The twisted steel support was occasionally touched by the swinging cables, bursting out into a shower of sparks. There were all kinds of garbage scattered on the ground.

The public screen, which was missing more than half of its corner, was still flashing, and an advertisement would light up from time to time. The beautiful housewife and her husband had just embraced each other warmly. Before the product screen could be enlarged, the screen once again fell into a messy mess. Among the patterns, only a burst of noise was left in the empty streets.

After the Jipeng invasion, the residents of Canglang Star could only take shelter at home. Although the collapsed buildings and ruins told them how dangerous their homes were, for these ordinary people, it was much safer at home than being exposed to those inhumane Jiepen soldiers.

As long as there is food and as long as the space city's environmental balance system is still working, no one is willing to risk taking to the streets.

Looking at the corpses lying on the street downstairs, looking at the people being dragged aside and beaten from time to time at the street intersection, and even passers-by shot and killed, the only thing everyone can do is to close the doors and windows tightly and cover the eyes of their children.

No one expected it. Canglang Star. It was lost so easily.

The originally lively and noisy military bases around the city were reduced to ruins amidst the constant flashes of earth-shaped light and deafening explosions that night. Those soldiers who walked in small groups on the streets of the commercial center during their vacations. Those hurried military vehicles. Those mobilized mechas and self-propelled artillery lined up. There is no trace.

City TV station. Internet and all sources of information. All have been taken over by the Jiepen people. Turn on the TV. The only place you can see. Just Jie Pendi making announcements one after another.

but. There is always some news that the Jiepen people cannot block. For example. The Republic also had two divisions. In the message of resistance.

This news. It has become the spiritual pillar of all Chakna people. They focused all their attention on the main force's early counterattack. All concentrated on these two divisions.

How uplifting. In the devastating blow to dozens of enemy divisions. These good guys from Chakna survived. these days. They kept dragging the Jepen people around. The Jepens struggled to catch them. Want to surround and annihilate them. But. Until now. The Jiepen people did not succeed either.

What a gratifying thing these two respected division commanders did to make the Jipeng people feel embarrassed!

Although most people knew in their hearts that these two divisions would one day be wiped out, before the final news came, people were always willing to think about the best.

These two divisions are just a spark of fire in everyone's heart. It is the flame of hatred, but also the flame of hope.

People were snooping around, greedily asking for all the news about these two divisions. From the serial number to the current location, from the general to the specific battle, as long as they heard whether a small victory was true or not, the men would lower their voices and cheer. The women, on the other hand, would hug their children with their eyes shining.

These two divisions are like an underdog horse. This time there were Chakna people, all betting on it. He remains loyal even though he knows that the horse's chances of winning are slim.

The city of Canglang Star has been completely controlled by the Jiepen people. As the giant transport ships landed one after another, these transport ships slowly unfolded their shells and turned into huge military bases. Countless Jiepen soldiers who were firmly attached to the city began to move towards further gathering areas and towns. .

As the third most powerful country in mankind after the Feyan Republic and the Binart Empire, Chakna's planet has broken away from the pattern of a planet with dozens of large and small cities after long-term immigration management. The rapidly increasing population and developed economy have made the cities of Chakna's immigrant planet bigger and bigger, and as the cities radiate to the surrounding areas, settlements and towns form one after another.

Although most of these towns are agricultural areas, troops are usually stationed at many important transportation routes. Some have only one class, while many have one battalion.

Although these armies are only third-level or fourth-level troops, and in some places they are even fifth-level troops of police and militia. However, if the armies scattered throughout the planet come together, the opposition will not be stable. Jipeng hopes to stabilize the situation as soon as possible. To humans, it is still a threat that cannot be underestimated.

The two Chakna divisions that are currently resisting are only able to persist until now because of the many broken troops and the addition of troops stationed along the way.

Looking at the silent and dilapidated city, looking at the restless faces of their wives and children, looking at the map, and imagining the fate of the two Chakna divisions, all the residents of Canglang Star can do is pray for the early arrival of the counterattack. I hope that the two Chakna divisions can bring some warmth to the blood in these difficult days.

A beast-shaped wide-body command mecha, like an eight-legged horse, moved quickly on the street.

In front of and behind him, forty Jiepeng ninth-generation [Civet] humanoid individual mechas were running rapidly across the ruins of the streets using their world-famous gentle cat steps.

General Jeppon Zeckislunt rubbed his aching waist, and withdrew his gaze from the silent city streets outside the window. He looked at the respectful Army Lieutenant General Sadeji in front of him and frowned slightly. He spoke very slowly: "Is the battle in Karachi not over yet?"

Magee's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he hurriedly replied: "Sir General, our army has occupied the hot spring town and Kafu town in the upper reaches of Karachi, cut off the enemy's retreat, and surrounded the enemy. On the periphery, there are two armored division and three infantry divisions deployed along the line. The enemy's 13th Armored Division and 51st Machinery Division are the turtles in the urn!"

"Turtles in an urn!" Parent snorted and his thin yellow eyebrows suddenly stood up strangely: "These are the two turtles in the urn, you caught them for ten days!".

"I'm sorry, General." Maggie leaned on her heels and stood at attention in fear.

"How long do I have to wait before I can report to General Yuuto Mikami?"

Parent's anger can come and go quickly, making people unpredictable. His voice became slow and blurry again. As if talking to himself

His eyelids were raised and his eyebrows were lowered again.

"Two days!" Ma Ji did not dare to delay and replied firmly: "The enemy's first line of defense has been completely breached by our army. As long as they break through the second line of defense they are currently holding, they will have no choice but to retreat to the Karachi River. In a narrow strip of land less than two kilometers away, we are waiting to be killed.”

"It hurts a little bit." Parent waved his hand gently, as if he was chasing away an insignificant fly: "We are new here, we need to have an attitude."

His eyes wandered to the mecha's porthole again. At an intersection where the mecha brigade was passing, the gun-wielding Jiepen soldier respectfully saluted the commanding mecha and stood at attention. The young soldier also held several temporary passes in his hands. Behind him, a row of old civilians from Chakna They lined up honestly, like a flock of frightened quails.

Soldiers and civilians moved away quickly.

"After this battle is over, some Chakna people will know our standards."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Parent's mouth: "Perhaps, in fact, they already know, but they don't understand how serious we are! There are always some people who are lucky."

A building with windows set back. Less than half of the seven-story building collapsed. Through a large hole in the outer wall, one could see a corpse whose clothes had become rags, lying limply on a desk.

This scene was a glimpse before my eyes. Maggie looked down.

", General!"

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"General," Nash sat on [Toyama] A's arm and opened the chin strap of the tactical helmet, grabbing his disheveled hair: "How should we fight next?"

When Nash asked for instructions, both his expression and tone were very natural. It was as if Fatty was the commander he had been following.

This is a recognition that is never delayed. For this Major General Le Lei who fell from the sky, apart from his infinite admiration, he had no quality left in his heart.

Compared with Nash, Fatty is very young, only in his mid-twenties.

There are many young people of this age group under Nash. Among them were veterans who had been with him for more than a year, as well as new recruits who had just joined the company. He has seen many people with higher official positions than him. Most of them are top students from military schools. After spending two years in the army, he emerged as a school officer. It is the age of smugness.

Normally, Nash would probably not have raised his eyes to look at this white and noisy fat man. Even a major general is nothing special to soldiers like them who walk on the line of life and death. They had seen a lot of people who were usually awesome and coaxing, pointing at the map to strategize, and then panicking and dumbfounded when they got into the position.

To be honest, Nash didn't quite believe it when Sun Ping talked about the encounter with Fatty. But the scene he just saw in the trench was enough for him to understand what kind of character the unassuming Major General Leray was.

Nash didn't understand the mechanics. But when it comes to fighting, he is an old hand. As soon as he saw the fat man running and shooting on the battlefield, Nash knew that this fat man was no ordinary person. This is definitely the most terrifying and ruthless ace sniper who rolled out of the pile of corpses. When that sniper rifle gets into this guy's hands, it's the scythe of death!

Nash himself has also played Sniper Rifle. To be honest, he can't beat Feng Laosi.

A static target hundreds of meters away can still be hit accurately. It was not something he could do to kill a moving target two or three kilometers away like Feng Laosi did.

It is precisely because I have learned and played it myself before that I know how difficult it is to be like a fat man who keeps moving his head and kills both static and dynamic targets with one shot!

Some soldiers counted and found that Fatty fired a total of thirty-two shots and killed thirty-two enemies. People who have never been on the battlefield have a hard time understanding what a terrifying statistic this is. It is not a legend that one shot can hit every target. A qualified sniper will only miss a few times in his life. However, Fatty's sniping was not done in a sniper's way.

He did not lurk for a long time, did not spend time observing, and did not sneak or move over a large area and long distance. He was like a ground mouse, scurrying back and forth across the hundred-meter-long position. One look could mean a life. This kind of killing efficiency cannot be matched by ten snipers or ten machine gunners.

Efficiency, this is the scariest thing.

With such a life harvester-like monster on the battlefield, one can only imagine how much psychological pressure the charging Jiepen soldiers must have felt. They eventually collapsed and escaped, not just because their mechas were killed. The more important reason actually came from the bodies of the killed officers beside them.

When their mechas fell, the fear that was constantly building up was like a flood breaking its embankments in an instant. When the first person turned around and ran for his life, the person in front of him naturally followed.

Nash is a straightforward person with a ruthless vision and he also understands current affairs.

What kind of commander leads what kind of soldiers. Nash understood this from the day he joined the army. He could tell that few of the fat man's miscellaneous soldiers were vegetarians.

Who would happily play guessing games with a mecha while the enemy's shells were raining down?

From the mecha control skills displayed by the young mecha, Nash could conclude that even if the seven or eight people guessing the game were in the entire Chakna, they wouldn't be able to do it!

They appear lazy and heartless. Deep down is the self-confidence honed in brutal battles. Even if they are all novices with guns, they are also novices who have fought for the rest of their lives!

Nash is no fool.

Since God brings good luck from the sky at the most dangerous time, then just follow the luck. Only those arrogant idiots who have never been on the battlefield and have never experienced life and death will have trouble with luck because of their self-esteem.

Fatty welded the external armor pieces, covered the holes made by Cozmo, and jumped off the [Toyama] mecha.

There was basically no damage to this mecha. Zimo's attacks were very measured. He basically followed the fat man's instructions accurately and used surgical attacks to describe it. It is not an exaggeration at all. It only took less than five minutes for Fatty to restore the full performance of [Toyama].

Now, just fill up the Toyama and it will be like new. .

After hearing Nash's question, Zi wiped his hands with a maintenance rag and asked, "What do you mean?"

"General" Nash flattered you: "Your will is our life. Every battalion and company of the 1792 regiment will obey your orders."

The fat man squinted at the lieutenant company commander and admired in his heart that he was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles.

They were all thrown so loudly.

"How's the situation down there?" The fat man waved to Hargrove. Hargrove, who ranked second in guessing, smiled broadly and ran over to take over the mecha.

"There hasn't been any movement yet. However, I guess" Nash glanced at Harrov, who was already in his forties, and said worriedly: "That idiot battalion commander is ready to make a desperate move."

put all one's eggs in one basket? ! The fat man who hated people fighting against him the most was angry and resentful. He glared and said, "I'm afraid of him! How many people do they have?!"

"According to our calculations, there are about 120 people left." Nash looked at his battlefield recorder computer: "Back and forth, they dropped at least 300 people in front of the position."

"One hundred and twenty people, four mechas." The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thought about it in his mind: "Show me the map."

Nash projected the battlefield recorder onto the casing of [Toyama].

The Jiepen people's attack position is located behind a small hillside about 300 meters directly in front of Highland 347. It is surrounded by lush forests, and there are straight cliffs on both sides. It looks like a Taishi chair.

Hill 347 occupies the back of the chair. The terrain is difficult, and the position of one hundred meters is enough to block all access routes for the Jiepen people. This is also the reason why this battalion only launched two outflanks and roundabouts in ** hours after conducting a frontal attack for a long time. The steep mountains on both sides of the position made their outflanking more difficult than a frontal feint attack. There were more than twenty mechas around the position, ten of them were destroyed in two outflanks.

"They didn't make any movement?" The fat man looked at the hillsides on both sides of the position on the map and suddenly frowned.

"Yes, General," Nash replied.

"Kozmo! Hargrove!" The fat man threw away the rag in his hand, grabbed the sniper rifle, put on his helmet, and said hurriedly: "Immediately sneak along the trench to both wings and kill the enemy mechas that come up. Reinforce the position! Remember, don't be too harsh. The mecha is still useful."

"Yes!" Cosmo and Hargrove quickly got into the mecha and started the engine.

"General" Nash opened his eyes wide, a little confused.

"Markovich! Gather immediately!"

The fat man roared, and while loading the magazine of the sniper rifle, he quickly said to Nash: "Order your people to obey the command! Those guys spent nine hours here beating you and that's it. They have a chance. A, we only sent one vehicle up in the last attack, just to test our anti-mecha firepower. If you were the opponent's commander, how would you attack?"

Seeing the two mechas starting up and the bandit soldiers gathering, the remaining Chakna warriors stood up nervously.

Nash stared at the map, and suddenly an idea came to his mind - the reason why there was no movement in the opponent's position was obviously not giving up. They are preparing for a sneak attack!

Although the slopes on both sides of Position 347 are steep and difficult to attack, it is not too difficult for the mecha. If the opposing commander wants to make a desperate move, he will definitely choose to use the numerical advantage of the infantry to charge head-on, and then use the mechas in hand to outflank him along the hillsides on both sides! There is no anti-mecha firepower on the battlefield. With a broken mecha, even if it has three heads and six arms, it has to worry about one thing and the other!

As long as one of the opponent's mechas rushes into the position, the position will be over! One or twenty people are not enough for the mecha's energy machine cannon to sweep away a shuttle! When the time comes, I'm afraid I won't be able to get close even if I hold the fusion grenade and rush upward!

Fortunately, Major General Fatty reacted in time and bought some time. Otherwise, it would have been a dead end.

The key to the problem now is how many mechas Fang still has in hand, and how long the fire coverage can last!

It takes time for the enemy to charge. It also takes time for two bandit pilots to kill each other's mecha.

If there are more than five mechas charging at the same time on both wings and front, it will be miserable if the enemy's fire coverage can support them until they rush to the front of the position and are outside the range of the artillery shells!

"Assemble! Obey the general's unified instructions." Nash suddenly roared: "Enter the hidden trench, hide, and prepare to fight!"

"Let's go!" The fat man took the lead and got into the traffic ditch. The Chakna warriors who received the order followed closely behind Nash and Markovich without hesitation. The entire mecha trench seemed to have exploded, and even the remaining twenty or so bandit army rookies stuck their butts out and got into the traffic trench.

What the hell, the enemy comes and kills them first to save their capital!

Almost as soon as everyone arrived at the communication trench, the sound of mecha energy cannons, explosions and the deafening sound of gold and iron during the fight came from the left and right sides of the position.

Immediately, a roaring sound sounded in the sky. In the blink of an eye, a storm of artillery fire covered the entire position.

This time, the Jiepen people obviously had no intention of holding back. They have used almost all the energy an infantry battalion can possess.

Hiding in the explosion-proof hole of the hidden trench, the fat man turned blue.

A violent explosion swept through the entire tunnel. Shockwaves and flames raged through the pit. The earth was shaking violently. Even if his ears were blocked, the violent sound penetrated directly into his head. Everyone opened their mouths wide, and the hot air made people breathless. From time to time, energy boxes and ammunition exploded, and the explosion-proof roof of the explosion-proof pit made a harsh sound. The broken iron that was thrown into the air was mixed with the earth and gravel and fell down like a heavy rain.

boom. An explosion-proof hole was accurately hit, and several bandit soldiers and two Chakna soldiers suddenly turned into flesh and blood. The remaining limbs and arms were thrown out of the hiding trench and flew dozens of meters away.

Fatty knew that the enemy who had figured out the details would waste their artillery shells unscrupulously this time. Without artillery countermeasures, this kind of attack will continue forever. Until their own people enter the range of artillery fire, or all the energy of the artillery shells is exhausted.

Fortunately, one battalion of the Jiepen people only has twenty self-propelled artillery, and this kind of benzene guy that sacrifices mobility for the long barrel of long-range strikes carries limited ammunition.

In the more than 20 previous attacks, Nash had called for several artillery counterattacks, causing the Jiepenmen's self-propelled artillery to suffer a lot of losses and misfire several times. Otherwise, without the infantry charge, the artillery fire coverage alone would be enough to flatten the position.

The fat man mentally calculated the mechas and troops that the Jiepen people might have, his eyes getting redder and redder, and his face getting more and more ferocious. The trembling body miraculously regained its composure after being completely risked.

There are only a hundred or so people left and a few mechas, but they still dare to fight me? ! It only takes Cosmo and Hargrove less than three minutes to deal with the mechas on both sides of the position! !

Mom is just trying to kill me, I will crush you to death! .