Counterfeit Hero

Many people witnessed the capture of Tsubasa Nakayama, the commander of the 172nd Division and the ninth-level mecha warrior.

Although everyone was sure afterwards that they had discovered the mecha at the first moment, however, at the moment they witnessed it, no one knew what happened because of the chaos of the scene.

When Jie Pen's reinforcements appeared, both sides had a tacit understanding.

As soon as the Jiepen troops who rushed to the battlefield saw the Chakna people's current position, they knew that they would not be able to catch up with them before they retreated into position, and they had already given up any thought of pursuing and intercepting them. The Chakna people quickly gave up on strangulating the remaining troops of the 1st Battalion of the 3rd Regiment of the 172nd Division and retreated to the position.

Both sides advanced and retreated, heading west at the same time.

Looking down from the sky, on one side is the Jie Peng Army in a fan shape, rolling down the hillside and surging westward. On the other side, the Chakna Army, consisting of dozens of red mechas, retreats like a tide. Entered the 415 position.

However, a red figure walking in the opposite direction broke this tacit understanding.

Although there were still billowing smoke, clumps of fire, explosions of white light and flying dust in the basin, this red figure was really eye-catching.

It was like someone yelling in a silent movie theater, or like a boat swimming upstream in a fast-flowing river. This sensory reversal is easy to spot.

Whether it was the Chakna soldiers who had already run up to the position or the Jiepen soldiers pressing up from all directions, at least hundreds of people had seen it. At the same time, I also saw a Jeppon Civet approaching it quickly!

Then, they saw the hardest and fastest kill in their lives!

That shocking blow was like lightning on a thunderstorm night...

The red mecha ran in the smoke, constantly changing directions, like a flash of light brewing in the dark clouds. Suddenly, it shot out of the smoke.

Its body drew a zigzag trace in the air, as clearly visible as lightning streaking across the night sky. This trace is so dazzling. It is winding and bright, quietly staying in people's retinas, attracting almost all of people's attention.

Immediately, the red mecha disappeared from people's sight. It seemed to jump into the void along the silky ends of lightning. When it reappeared, it was the Civet that was rushing forward.

One punch, one kick.

The civet is like a tree struck by lightning. First, electric sparks flew everywhere, and then collapsed.

Breaking open the mecha's cockpit and grabbing a person, the red mecha turned around and ran away! Fleeing frantically towards the 415th position. It wasn't until he jumped nearly five hundred meters that the Jipeng mecha behind him seemed to have just come back to his senses.

No one expected that the fighter Jie Peng, who was held in the hand of the mecha like a rag doll and swayed back and forth as the mecha swung its arms, was the commander of the 172nd Division, the ninth-level mecha warrior Zhongshan Tsubasa!

Both the Jiepen mecha battalions on the two wings and the Chakna warriors who retreated to position 415 were all dazzled by this lightning, and also because of the narrow-mindedness of this red mecha that refused to give up and wanted to fight before leaving. stunned.

When the two hundred 172nd Division Special Forces Battalion pilots not only did not pursue the provocative behavior, but stopped one after another as if to avoid a rat, and looked at each other without firing a shot, everyone vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The civet that fell to the ground began to burn. The violent explosion caused a white light that illuminated the valley. The circular shock wave was wrapped in dust and smoke and spread along the ground in all directions. A small mushroom cloud, like water splashed by a boulder, shot straight into the sky and rolled around.

When he looked at the red mecha again, he had already rushed into the 415th position while crawling.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he arrogantly wiggled his butt at the foot of the mountain, then held up the colonel in his hand and showed it back and forth on the top of the mountain.

This time, everyone could clearly see the fighter in his hand. At the bottom of the mountain, there was deathly silence. A moment later, a burst of noise erupted on the mountain. Cheers, laughter, strange calls, and whistles were mixed together.

````````````````````````When Jie Peng's reinforcements arrived, everyone knew that the battle was over.

Several officers, even ignoring safety regulations, eagerly got out of the bunker behind the position.

The 415th position was very large, with dense trenches spreading to the west. Empty, silent.

The battle that had just ended made the officers very unaccustomed to this feeling of emptiness. But, they know. The battle had just ended and the soldiers were retreating. The position, which is nearly two kilometers deep, takes a long time to walk on! They could only wait quietly.

I don't know how long it took, but the first group of soldiers who retreated appeared in the originally empty tunnel.

More and more people, like a tide, gathered from various passages and flowed towards the rear of the position. After a while, the entire position was filled with cheering soldiers walking back.

"Go to Area 3," Li Cunxin walked out of the bunker, waved his hand, and headed towards Area 3 where the retreating mechas gathered. Behind him, Pei Litong and more than a dozen officers followed closely.

The officers moved slowly among the crowd, and the further they moved forward, the redder their eyes became.

In every tunnel, you can see prisoners of war who have returned from death, crying and hugging their comrades.

"I thought I would never see you again in this life!" A ragged corporal stood in the crowd with red eyes, repeating this sentence over and over again, trivial and nagging.

However, no one laughed at him. His friends and comrades-in-arms all walked up to him, hugged him, and kissed his sword.

Several of them couldn't help crying when they kissed him. Tears flowed freely on the faces of the corporals and soldiers, but everyone's face was filled with joy that could not be concealed.

"I'm sorry..." In another crowd, an escaped prisoner of war held the face of a young soldier and said with tears: "It was so chaotic at the time, we could only run forward as hard as we could, and kept running. Your brother was originally by my side, but a cannonball separated us. I couldn't see him, and I couldn't find him..."

The young soldier, holding the gun in his hand, cried bitterly. Tears fell in big drops on the bottom of the muddy pit.

The surrounding soldiers turned their faces away. No one wanted to see the desperate and sad eyes of this soldier who had been full of hope from the beginning, looking forward to the return of his captured brother.

A capable warrior walked out of the tunnel entrance from the crowd. He stood there, looked at the young warrior, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Manucci..."

The young warrior raised his head sharply. In his eyes full of tears, there was an indescribable ecstasy and shock. .

"Come here..." Even though the warrior was in ragged clothes and covered in wounds, he just stood there, standing so steadily: "Come here, my brother."

The two brothers hugged each other tightly. The surrounding soldiers all stood up. This time, the tears in their eyes no longer needed to be contained and rolled down. Some people were crying, others were laughing, and tears were rolling down their faces.

Li Cunxin and Pei Litong stood quietly at the end of the tunnel. They did not bother the reunited brothers.

Li Cunxin wiped his eyes fiercely and cursed: "I'm really old...I can't even control my horse's urine! I've been fighting all my life, and I'm embarrassed here!"

Beside him, Pei Litong's eyes were already full of tears. "This is my soldier!" The Confucian general's lips trembled and his voice choked: "I'm not afraid of crying, I'm happy!"

The crowd in the tunnel parted in front of the officers.

Looking at these tired but extremely happy warriors, a sour emotion suddenly surged into my nose. Everyone's throats were a little clogged. They could only nod their heads all the way, patting the shoulders of their subordinates who had narrowly escaped death.

Behind him, Milan was already crying. She hugged Boswell's arm tightly, thinking about that man, thinking about the Lere soldiers who died in the Lere Patriotic War, thinking about the scenes of life and death in this war, she just lowered her head desperately, no Dare to take another look at the soldiers who escaped death, dare not look at the undisguised strength and fragility between these men.

"You don't know..."

As soon as the officers entered the third area, they saw a mecha warrior with an infusion bottle hanging on him. He was frothing at the mouth among the bright-eyed crowd: "It was a thrill at the time. I thought I was going to be finished. Who knew what would happen next?" Hearing a whoosh... the Jiepen mecha across from him lost his head! Seeing as he hasn't fallen down yet, I can't be too polite!"

The audience lowered their voices and laughed. A captain put his arms around the mecha warrior's neck and rubbed his hair vigorously.

The atmosphere in the third district is obviously much quieter than the other districts along the way.

More than forty mechas were parked quietly in the mecha parking area. The thick explosion-proof canopy blocked the sky, and the dim lights reflected on these mechas, making every scar on the machine body look shocking.

"marshal……"

"Teacher..."

"Sir..."

Seeing the arrival of the officers, the soldiers stood at attention and saluted.

Of the more than 2,000 prisoners of war, only less than 1,400 were able to break through the encirclement and reach Position 415. Hundreds of people stayed on the short but extremely long road to break out of the encirclement. There are only less than forty mechas that can reach the position. Basically it's all here.

These scarred mechas squatted quietly in park mode in the huge mecha explosion-proof pit in the third area.

Except for the one or two mecha warriors who were just bragging, the other mecha warriors were either in the open mecha cockpit, or curled up on the camp bed beside them, asleep. Several military doctors were holding instruments and examining their bodies one by one. No matter what kind of instrument is used to detect them, or whether they are injected with needles or nutrient solutions, these soldiers are as motionless as dead people.

"How is it?" Li Cunxin slowly walked to a medical soldier and asked in a low voice. Everyone watched as the needle in the medic's hand slowly penetrated the vein of a mecha warrior. The soldier was pale and his lips were blue.

"They are too tired." The medical soldier's voice was trembling: "We fought for more than 40 hours continuously, traveled more than 500 kilometers in one night, annihilated three armored battalions and a special armored company, and covered the infantry to break through and defeat us. The armored battalion on the front... I really don’t know what force is supporting them."

Three armored battalions were annihilated... The officers looked at the medical soldiers blankly. They didn't know this news yet. Before that, they had only seen the video sent back by the unmanned reconnaissance drone.

Li Cunxin and Pei Li looked at each other in confusion.

The old marshal turned around, looked at the two mecha warriors who were still in good spirits, and asked in disbelief: "Is this true?"

The soldiers nodded. Supplementing each other, they recounted everything that happened after they were captured. They were all among the more than two hundred prisoners of war who were kidnapped. When they talked about the incredible little boy, Milan and Boswell looked at each other, surprised and delighted. It was just a guess at first, but now it is confirmed!

Milan quickly squeezed out of the crowd and walked quickly between the mechas and camp beds. The thought that that person was here made her heart beat faster and faster...

The soldiers continued to talk.

How to repel the enemy's attack at position 347, how to turn defeat into victory with only one broken mecha left, how to disguise himself as the enemy and swagger all the way to the second line of defense, how to sneak attack the enemy's camp and arm himself twice to set up ambushes, How to annihilate the enemy's other two armored battalions, and how to attack the east and west, and divert the tiger away from the mountain.

The surrounding soldiers and officers listened quietly. When I hear the thrilling parts, I break out in cold sweat, and when I hear the thrilling parts, my blood surges up. Everyone was intoxicated and fascinated.

Li Cunxin and Pei Litong, on the other hand, became more and more frightened as they listened. The more I listened, the more excited I became. I can't help but want to impress myself. After hearing this, the two of them couldn't help but glance to the side, wanting to quickly see that Major General Tian and his nine mecha war gods!

"Teacher..." Milan, who had walked back and forth in the mecha two or three times, stood helplessly in the middle of the mecha, almost crying: "He's not here... Why isn't he here?"

Boswell was also devastated. Not only was the fat man not here, but the little kid was not here either!

"...So, we withdrew first, and as soon as we returned to the position, we were brought here." The soldier who finished the story finally said: "Major General Tian said that he would do another job. His group of mecha warriors also We’re back, just in the area at the front of the position.”

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, a thunderous noise erupted from the front of the position.

Laughter, curses, cheers, applause, cheers, it was like a pot exploding.

The entire position was boiling. Milan rushed out immediately. Immediately, the officers followed her and ran towards the first area of ​​the position less than 200 meters away.

Along the way, I could only hear the continuous cheers from District 1.

The soldiers on both sides of the tunnel had already stood up. Some stretched their necks to look ahead, while others avoided the eyes of their commanders and tried to sneak into an area to watch the excitement.

Milan's slim body ran quickly among the crowd, like a brisk deer.

Finally, dripping with sweat, she ran to the front of Area 1.

Following the gazes of countless cheering warriors, she saw a mecha covered in scars, holding a Jie Pen officer, like a victorious general, stepping onto the battlefield amid waves of applause. Showing off his power, he rushed down the mountain and twisted his butt and buttocks.

Milan's tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. Dimly, she saw the mecha leaping into the trench. The mecha cockpit slowly opened, and the cheers suddenly stopped.

"What a bastard. I came here for reinforcements just after I had enough fighting, and yet you dare to rush to the front alone." The fat man jumped to the ground angrily and cursed, and looked around, only to see everyone looking at him with strange expressions.

"Bah! What a bully. I really think I have a good temper." The thief seemed to feel that his words were a bit unreasonable. His face twitched, he spat on the ground, and babbled angrily: " It’s so bullying!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft body, like a fragrant cannonball, slammed into his arms. The fat man was immediately stunned.

"Fat man, you're dead!"

Milan cried. .