Counterfeit Hero

Jie Pen's army slowly gathered together and retreated to the base.

In the basin shrouded in gunpowder smoke, only craters, wreckage and corpses were left on the ground, as well as the blazing flames, telling the story of the brutality of the battle.

Hundreds and thousands of Chakna soldiers stood on the scorched ground in silence.

The sun shone brightly on the bodies, guns, and mechas of these men who were walking on the edge of life and death, walking through the hail of bullets.

The cold wind of early winter blows endless smoke. The sound of cannons seemed to still be echoing in the valley. At the end of the nose, it seems that you can still smell the burnt smell of thick smoke. But the battle is already over.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them quietly.

The sky is turbulent and unpredictable. A Chakna red and blue military flag fluttered on the battlefield. Under the military flag, women cry in the solid and broad chests of men.

The man is crying too. Tears and tears seemed to pour out.

"Baby, be okay... don't pinch your waist."

"What?! You let me control the entire armored battalion by myself?!"

In the temporarily vacated room in the command bunker behind the position, Boswell was furious. He searched all over the world for a stick but couldn't find it, so he grabbed a gun by the wall.

The fat man was in a state of disbelief, jumping up and down, waving his hands hurriedly and saying: "Teacher, don't be impulsive."

Boswell lowered his head and fiddled with his gun, raising his eyebrows.

"Think about it, old man, you made his body with your own hands." Seeing the old man's unkind look, the fat man put on a flattering look on his face: "With the things you gave him, how many people in this world can hurt him? Besides, how many people in this world can hurt him? , he already has an electronic system, he wants to come back, he wants to leave this mountainous area, and burrow into Jipeng’s Skynet system, who can find him?”

As he said that, the fat man poked Milan, who was covering his mouth and shaking wildly, with his finger: "Junior sister, do you think so?!"

Milan looks lively and cheerful, and has a strong temper, but deep down, he is actually very pliable. For her, fat people are her whole world. Seeing him standing aside obediently, with his eyelids drooping, looking at him pitifully, it was both funny and distressing. Clean stepped forward and took Boswell's arm, and said coquettishly: "Teacher, there's nothing he can do, it's so dangerous behind enemy lines..."

As soon as the words came out, Milan's eyes turned red without warning.

I always worry about the fat man, and I don’t know how long these days will last. If he really has three advantages and two disadvantages, he will not live anymore.

"You're worthless, so you just marry a chicken and follow the chicken..." Boswell's first love in his life is Milan. Seeing Milan's appearance, he couldn't help but glare at the fat man beside him who was barely wagging his tail: "Marry a pig and follow the pig!"

The fat man had a smile on his face, but he felt a little disapproving in his heart.

All these debts must be blamed on the little brat. If you see him pretending to be innocent and cute again, using sweet words to please him, I'll give him a beating first! Look how fascinated the old man is...

To the old man, it is a priceless treasure, but to the fat man, it is just a little brat! It has been suffocated in the mountains for more than 4,000 years, and it has even been suffocated into sperm!

The fat man felt goosebumps all over his body when he thought of the little brat being innocent and innocent in front of Boswell, shouting grandpa and grandpa, making the old man smile, and pinching the old man's face and pulling his ears from time to time to act coquettishly.

"You should rest quickly...I'll talk to you about business when you wake up." Boswell always ranked Fatty third, feeling distressed in his heart, but keeping a straight face on the surface. As he said that, he walked towards the entrance of the bunker: "I'll wait for the little fart to come back."

Boswell went out and closed the explosion-proof cover.

Fatty and Milan were the only two people left in the dim room.

"Baby..." Fatty Dolphin said.

Milan chuckled, threw himself on the fat man, and said coquettishly: "Damn fat man, if you scream so disgustingly again, I..."

"How are you?" Milan couldn't help but squirm in Fatty's arms. Milan, who couldn't rest for a moment, only felt peaceful and happy.

"I..." Milan glanced at the fat man charmingly with his big watery eyes, stretched out his hand, a blush suddenly appeared on his face, and gritted his teeth and said: "I will castrate you..."

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After all, he was too tired, and the fat man fell into a deep sleep before he could get his hands on Milan. Drowsily, not knowing how long he had slept, the fat man suddenly woke up from his dream and opened his eyes.

When he woke up, he found that he was pillowing on Milan's lap, and a pair of soft hands were gently combing his hair.

The violently beating heart gradually calmed down. His body was lazy and he didn't want to move at all. Fatty felt that the outer shell condensed by the flames of war and blood had been completely peeled off at this moment. It was as if he had returned to his original state, back to the cowardly fat man who had no ambitions and spent all day eating and waiting to die in peacetime.

How long have you been missing this feeling? It seems that this is the real self.

"woke up?"

Milan's hand gently touched his face. The slender and delicate fingers brought up a series of tingling sensations on the skin.

"Um."

Fatty likes this kind of sterile dialogue, which makes his soul peaceful and empty. There is no war, no racking his brains for survival, no blood and killing, only life...

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Two hours." Milan bent down, held his head, and gently wiped his unstretched brow with her fingers in distress.

The fat man smacked his lips, sighed, and sat up.

Looking at this narrow underground modular bunker, listening to the ringing of phones, footsteps, and voices in the outer command hall that is not very soundproof... reality came back to wrap around his body. .

The peaceful and quiet life is nothing but an illusion and fantasy. What I am involved in is the whirlpool of this war era. Unable to escape, he could only keep struggling.

The blast door was gently pushed open, and Boswell walked in. The fat man quickly closed his eyes and lay down on Milan's lap.

"Get up and stop pretending to be dead in front of me!" Boswell grabbed a chair and sat in front of the fat man.

"My head is a little dizzy..." The fat man sat up awkwardly, and the flesh on his waist was pinched twice by Milan.

"I know you are tired..." Boswell sighed and patted the fat man on the shoulder: "However, it is not your time to rest yet. When the battle is over, the three of us will go back to Garipa with our little farts. Let’s live in Lan Lab.”

Milan held the fat man's arm and thought about his future life, feeling very happy in his heart. Turning around, I saw the fat man frowning, squirming Nini but hesitating... I felt so angry that I kicked him hard. The three of you? An Lei, Bonnie... I don’t know how many of these damn fat guys there are! .

"Little Fart hasn't come back yet, I'm a little worried..." Boswell didn't notice the little moves of the two brothers in private, shook his head and said: "Forget it, let's talk about business first."

He looked at the fat man and said, "Do you know that the Fiji Alliance established a joint mecha research department to develop the twelfth generation mecha?"

The fat man nodded. He should have been involved in this matter in the first place. Unexpectedly, he was attacked on the way to Chakna, and fate took him to a big turn in the free world of Mars. "The experimental mecha has been finalized..." Boswell continued: "This time, we brought ten prototypes over. It turned out that we wanted to conduct individual and team combat tests. Who knew that we met Jie Pen for a sneak attack. This Along the way, we could only try our best to protect the mechas, because we were afraid that the mechas would fall into the hands of the enemy, so we took apart all the mechas and never used them even in the most dangerous times."

As he said that, Boswell glanced at the fat man: "I heard them at the headquarters just now that the mecha warriors you brought are all God of War mechas?"

The fat man nodded proudly: "There are now almost five hundred quasi-mecha war gods with a hand speed of more than 65, and there are 10th-level mecha warriors with a hand speed of 60 or more. There are three thousand in the bandit company, and there are 8 and 9 level mecha warriors." There are almost eight thousand warriors now. In the future, there will be more!"

The fat man didn't brag.

Since the end of the Battle of Mars, the bandits have completed their rule over Mars. Although the Feiyang people arrived later, the reputation of the bandit army was at its peak by virtue of killing several mecha war gods representing Mars' old power in the mecha arena. The mecha faction that defected to the bandit army already accounted for 80% of the entire Mars.

The training these civilian mechas have received since childhood is the close combat that mechas rely more and more on in modern warfare. The accumulation of fighting techniques of various major schools is simply not comparable to that of the military who have been separated from fighting for thousands of years.

Modern countries and militaries have also begun to focus on close combat, but Fatty, at this critical moment, stepped in front of everyone.

The lead at this critical moment and the subsequent gap are thousands of miles.

What's more, the mecha martial arts mastered by Fatty are the source of far more core techniques than the core techniques of these schools! With his guidance, the level of pilots who defected to the bandit army has improved by leaps and bounds. The original title levels of Mecha Fighter, Mecha Knight, and Commander are now no longer even mentioned.

The traditional level assessment cannot measure the level of bandit pilots at all.

These mechas have entered a new mecha realm and seen a new world.

For them, those assessment standards have become an outdated thing, and it is a complete joke to use them to measure themselves now! If we have to measure it, then a former Level 3 Mecha Fighter might be at the level of a Mecha Commander after passing the assessment!

What the fat man said was true, but to Boswell and Milan, it was like a thunder. They didn't doubt the fat man's honesty to them, they only doubted their own ears.

Although the establishment of modern armored divisions varies from country to country, most of them remain at around 6,000 people. Among them, there are only about 4,000 combat units, and the others are logistics transportation, maintenance and engineering units. The number of people is far less than that of an infantry division, which can easily number between 10,000, 20,000, or even 30,000 or 40,000.

This is caused by the particularity of mecha combat. Although in this era, mechas have become an indispensable part of the human world. Even construction, agriculture, and mining are using mechas extensively. However, being able to control mechas After all, there are only a few who engage in life-and-death battles. Not to mention that each country cannot afford to build so many mechas, even if there is an unlimited supply of mechas, the material selection rate is only 1/200, and these mechas will become furnishings in warehouses! The 20,000 mechs in Fatty's hands are four armored divisions! Twelve armored regiments! Moreover, they are all super armored troops composed of eighth- and ninth-level mecha warriors!

what does that mean?

As long as you think about the Gacharin Mythical Legion, a ninth-level mecha warrior, thousands of fifth- and sixth-level warriors plus the main force of seventh- and eighth-level warriors, they can gallop around and be invincible, and you will know that this kind of power in the hands of the fat man Power, how terrifying! On the battlefield, such a division is enough to defeat an enemy ten times its size head-on! Throw it into any battle and it will be a devastating force!

Blessings from our ancestors, Le Lei!

Boswell laughed loudly, Milan hugged the fat man and kissed him hard!

These are the powers that revive LeRae!

The irritated fat man immediately lost control and looked through the bottom of the box as if offering a treasure: "We have already joined forces with Mr. Russell and captured two of Binart's Royal Elephant-class fleets. In addition, we now have The split-type battleship can pass through any small jump point. Mars is our base! There is also stealth technology... We also captured the twelfth generation mecha of the Binart Empire, and all the data is there. have……"

The more Boswell listened, the brighter his eyes became and he smiled from ear to ear. Milan, on the other hand, under the guidance of the fat man's fingers, excitedly hugged and kissed her one mouth after another.

"...Right now, I'm hiding all of this. When the battle against Resk reaches a critical moment, we can use it as a trump card!"

The fat man was trembling with excitement: "When the time comes, I will let them all see Le Lei's power!"

"Okay, okay!" Boswell smiled, patted the fat man's shoulder vigorously, and burst into tears: "I am seventy years old this year, and I always thought that I couldn't wait until the day when LeRay wins. I can't wait for the day when the fallen leaves return to their roots, and the guest will die in Chakna. Unexpectedly, today, you gave me hope."

The old man opened his arms and hugged the fat man hard: "Fat man, thank you."

Listening to the old man's choking voice, the fat man's nose also felt a little sore.

"Since you told me so much good news..." The old man let go of the fat man and stood up.

After wandering for two steps in the small room, he suddenly became energetic and energetic: "I'll tell you some good news too!"

"What's the good news?" Fatty suddenly felt an inexplicable nervousness in his heart. When he turned around to look, Milan was already in tears, nodding desperately at him.

"I have broken through the space jump point technology!"