Counterfeit Hero

"General Tian."

As a voice echoed in the valley, the Jiepen mechas in the smoke changed their formations, covering each other from the stranglehold of ten white mechas. A few minutes later, as a few lonely Toyama mechas in the center were torn apart in the explosion, the entire battlefield turned into a thick circular encirclement with ten white Thunders in the center.

"Who?" The fat man waved his hand to stop the thugs who were having a great time trying to break into the mecha group again, and looked around blankly: "Who called me?"

"It's a real honor to see you here." Hayato Ohno held the communicator of the command mecha and said in a cold tone: "I am Hayato Ohno, the commander of the 59th Armored Division of the Royal Army Jeppon..."

"Never heard of it." The fat man looked even more confused.

Ono Hayato, who was famous in the entire Jiepen Army, had a stiff expression, and then smiled lightly: "I'm just a nobody... General Tian's name is so powerful."

"You know me?" The fat man was a little strange. His eyes were rolling around. Milan gently grabbed his hand, and the two looked at each other, both a little surprised.

Fatty did not fight against Jie Pen in the Bermuda Galaxy, nor did he join the highest command of the Fiji Alliance. As a major general in a small country, not many people know him, and most of them turn their heads and forget about him, let alone understand him and study him. More importantly, not many people knew that he was here, but at this moment, he was called out by a teacher Jie Peng, which felt somewhat meaningful.

The sound spread far to Highland 415, and there was silence on the position.

Viewed from the high ground, the Jiepen mechas pouring out of the base were like a tide, surrounding ten white Thunder vehicles.

This time, the Jiepen people actually dispatched two integrated armored regiments of the 59th Division and three battalions of the 172nd Division. There were more than three thousand mechas in total, so densely packed that they were hard to count. Fatty and others in this group of mechas are like a few white foams in the dark tide at dusk.

What frightened the Jipeng soldiers the most was that outside the frontal encirclement, more than four hundred Jipeng mechas had assembled into a sharp triangular assault formation.

It is different from the mainstream eight-generation standard mecha Toyama and the ninth-generation mecha Civet Cat that are commonly seen by Jie Pen. These are some semi-humanoid mecha. With a lion-like lower body and a human-shaped half body, these mechas look ferocious and ferocious, full of explosive power. Their bodies leaned forward slightly, as if they would suddenly pounce forward in the next second. Tear apart all enemies in front of you.

Many Chakna warriors recognized this mecha. Their characteristics are exactly the same as the identification characteristics of the legendary tenth generation [Machine Storm] with the highest configuration of the legendary Jepen Army Armored Forces!

This is the strongest combat capability of Jiepen Army. It is the top mecha of the Jiepen Empire, which is a full ten years behind the two major super empires in terms of technological accumulation. The total number of machines it has so far does not exceed 10,000. Those who can pilot this kind of mecha are the best among the best. But now, they actually appeared here, and they were obviously used to target Fatty and the others.

The soldiers on the battlefield were anxious for a moment. In order to deal with the ten Thunderbolts, these Jiepen people not only mobilized their entire army and used their most sophisticated mechas, but they even used language to delay and calmly arrange their arrangements. This was originally a small trick, but unfortunately, Fatty and the others stood stupidly in the center, talking stupidly to each other, turning a blind eye to the changes around them!

"Of course I know you..." Hayato Ohno twirled the communicator between his fingers, lowered his eyes, and said playfully: "I captured Emperor Gacharin and ate Humphrey's two elephants. Super fleet, if people like this don’t pay close attention to us, Xiyo, then everyone in our intelligence department should be sent to a military court for dereliction of duty.”

This time, the fat man was really startled and said in a trembling voice: "Focus on it?"

"But..." Hayato Ohno ignored the fat man's question and continued: "I don't understand. As the saying goes, a son with a lot of money cannot sit down in court. As the commander of the bandit army, your current position, It should be at your headquarters, rather than appearing here alone... You shouldn't have come, it's too dangerous here."

In the mecha, Milan curled his lips and smiled at the fat man.

"I was wrong, I won't come next time." The fat man smiled and took the opportunity to touch Milan's hand and said, "Can I leave now?"

"Bah! Fatty, I didn't ask you to come." Milan spat lightly, feeling sweet in his heart. She naturally knows best why the fat man came.

Even at this moment, on the battlefield surrounded by powerful enemies, it is like a flower in front of a flower and a moonlight under the moonlight. She smiled coquettishly and breathed on the fat man's face, whispering: "Now that you're here, can you still run away?!"

"Let you go?" Hayato Ohno was startled and suddenly laughed: "Isn't it a little late for General Tian to say such a thing now?"

As countless Jiepen mechas moved around at high speed on the periphery, a huge circular encirclement had taken shape. Layers of Jiepen mechas in rows formed a staggered formation, wrapping around the center and extending into the distance. Individual mechas, medium mechas, heavy mechas... too numerous to count.

Ono Hayato's voice gradually turned cold: "You killed so many of my Jeppon warriors, and you come and go when you want?"

The officers standing behind Hayato Ono looked at the white mecha in the encirclement as if they were looking at an idiot. They admit that these guys are very powerful, but they never believe that with ten mechas, they can break through the encirclement of the entire armored division. Not to mention fighting, even if they were lined up together and let these mechas kill them, they would still be exhausted!

Ono Hayato said this just to delay a little time to make a fuss - the time needed is not much, just a few dozen seconds. As long as these mechas are stunned for a short while, it will be fine.

War is about resorting to all possible means. For Ono Hayato, it was just a matter of opening his mouth to say a few words. No matter whether it was successful or not, nothing would be lost. Fortunately, this "Hero of Le Lei" was fooled. What's even more ridiculous is that he actually hopes to let him go! However, his voice sounded a little off...

"What do you want to do?" Fatty's frightened voice came from inside the mecha.

Hayato Ohno looked at the few white spots in the dense metal frenzy and sneered: "You surrender..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sweet laugh from the mecha, and a woman's clear and charming voice came: "What do I want to do? Damn fat man, let's see how I deal with you!" As he said that, the sound of a man and a woman laughing and joking could be heard. A ball.

A cold wind blew through, and the whole valley was silent. .

Even the Chakna soldiers on Highland 415 looked at each other in confusion—that Master Jipeng did not have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Ono Hayato and officer Jiepen behind him turned pale.

Woman, there is actually a woman in that mecha. Not only did that Lele man lead a woman to fight, he also flirted with his woman in front of so many people!

In the midst of the unbridled brawl, Ono Hayato's previous words seemed so pretentious and ridiculous.

An indescribable feeling of humiliation rushed straight into my brain. Anger burned Ohno Hayato's nerves. His fingers almost crushed the communicator in his hand. His face was burning. He never knew that his face could be so hot!

Ohno Hayabusa laughed angrily, playing with the communicator in his hand with his long fingers, his eyes half-squinted, his gaze like a knife, his laughter became colder and colder: "Laugh as much as you want, wait until I smash your mecha, in front of you" When I strip your women naked in front of you and throw them into the crowd of soldiers to humiliate you, I wonder if you can still laugh!"

What answered him was a moment of silence.

The laughing mecha suddenly fell silent. Seeing the white mecha slowly turning its head this way, Ohno Hayato suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.

He gritted his teeth and burst out a low and cold word from between his teeth.

"attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless energy cannons instantly covered the center of the encirclement.

Dense white lights swept across the earth one after another, and harsh explosions filled the entire world. As the ground shook, the Falcon Battalion gathered outside also began a high-speed advance. A few seconds later, these semi-human mechas were like sharp knives, following the gaps in the encirclement that were separated like waves on the bow of a ship, and fiercely rushed towards the central battlefield.

"kill!"

When the first batch of [Machine Storms] flew through the air and swooped down like a waterfall on the Milky Way toward the smoke-filled central battlefield, more than three thousand Jiepen mechas simultaneously let out a murderous roar!

"Baby, don't tickle me yet. I'll deal with them and then play with you." Amidst the shouts that echoed throughout the world, the laughter started again, and a breathless voice trembled.

The overwhelming [machine storm] impact, covered by artillery fire as dense as heavy rain and hail, gathered in the center of the battlefield into a violent shock wave that swept around, and there was an earth-shaking loud noise.

"Boom!"... Amidst the loud noise, ten white figures suddenly shined like lightning in the wild sand in the sky.

The Chakna soldiers on the 415th position felt that their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

They saw these ten figures jumping through the meteors that evolved from the energy cannon. The dense artillery fire seemed to be avoiding them, passing by them and shooting straight into the ground, setting off mushroom clouds.

Their movements are so graceful, so precise, so fast! Like a horse flying in the sky, like a white horse passing through the gap.

Every step they took was exactly in time with the rhythm of their heartbeats. As their heartbeats became faster and faster, their speed also became faster and faster. Finally, they gathered together and formed a standard triangular assault formation, like a demon knife cutting through the void in the red light of the dust, flying with lightning speed. In front of them was a tidal wave of [Machine Storm] attack groups!

One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters...

The mechas from both sides collided violently, and in an instant, their teeth were at each other's throats!

"Kill!" followed by a loud shout.

There was a flash of white light, flames soared into the sky, and more than a dozen Jiepen [Machine Storm] were lifted into the sky like crushed straw.

Fatty's hand speed increased to seventy-three movements per second, and under his control, the mecha turned into a ball of white meteors. The ion light knife in his hand passed across, and a [Machine Storm] only had time to raise the ion battle ax in his hand...

After the sword flash, the severed ax flew into the sky. The belly of the semi-human mecha was cut straight open. The out-of-control parts were ejected under the high-speed operation of the mecha's engine. The two bodies moved in different ways. He fell to the ground, sliding and rubbing, blowing up countless dust and sparks, and crashed into his companions' mechas.

"Idiot!" Fatty sneered.

In the previous attack, he did not ask everyone to use all their strength. The performance of the twelfth generation mecha has always been at the level of the tenth generation mecha.

During the position test, Fatty's understanding of this kind of mecha was still superficial. However, after piloting a mecha to attack the base and fighting among the Jiepen mecha group, Fatty knew that the combat performance of this mecha, which brought together the highest technologies from all the countries in the Fei League, was as high as it could be in this era.

Thunder's external armor uses the Feiyang Republic's alloy technology. Although it is one level worse than [Logic]'s biological two-state metal, this kind of external armor made of dozens of different elements and more than two hundred processes is enough to withstand the full force of the [God-given] ion light knife. What's more, the metal can be manufactured on a large scale.

The most important instant explosive power data of the mecha's engine is twice that of Feiyang's eleventh generation mecha, and four times that of Feiyang's tenth generation [God's Gift]! In the base test, [God's Gift] was unable to withstand Thunder's attack. Thunder's fist can directly smash the God-given blocking mechanical arm into pieces and smash it into the body.

The control system of the mecha is also outstanding.

Fatty had to admire the experts who studied this control system. Although this control system was not comparable to Binart's brain control technology, it could improve the mecha operator's control skills. Many areas that require hand speed have been perfectly assisted and improved by this control system.

Although the improvement is not much, this is a genius idea after all, and it is a solid step. For a level 10 mecha warrior with a hand speed exceeding 60 movements, a five percent improvement is enough to make people ecstatic. This control system is simply the perfect complement to mecha martial arts!

There is also a new double-joint torsional drive system; a precise fire control system and energy defense system comparable to that of a small frigate; a high-toughness suspension system that can be used to unload force, plus the latest development of powerful electronic interference that can be used in close combat The interference system... How could a tenth-generation mecha be able to compete with such a mecha? !

If this kind of mecha. Add the bandits' magnetometer, complete the research and development of the micro-battleship version of the engine in Casper's log, and further improve the control system...***, I can't help but think about it. High tide.

The mecha twisted around, and its two mechanical legs flew into the air and kicked under the push and pull of the high-frequency transmission rod. The other two oncoming [Machine Storms] were kicked in the chest and flew backwards like torn sacks. Before landing, the fat man's right hand bounced on the keyboard with dazzling and weird fingering methods, and the ion light knife in the mecha's hand drew an arc. .

"Demon-Conquering Sword!" Amidst the loud shouts, a sword light flashed past that was so fast that it was hard to see clearly. Three [Machine Storm] were split into six sections by the sword light that was more than three meters long.

"Wow!" Fatty took the time to kiss Milan on the face, and when he pulled the control lever, the mecha turned into a ball of white light and shot out.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"Six Meridians Divine Sword!"

"Lingbo Weibu!"

"Xiao Li Feidao...***, who designed this trick?!"

Milan held her stomach and laughed so hard that she was very busy watching the fat man yelling and beating proudly.

The seventy-two moves of mecha martial arts were used by Fatty in turn. The steps, the route of the moves, the engine power, the turning angle...these moves, which were precisely calculated by the little kid, had become his instinct.

The ion light knife in his hand slashed left and right, as powerful as breaking a bamboo. No matter who is standing in front of them, whether it is three, four, or seven or eight mechas, White Thunder will break through them again and again.

Ten mechas, ten flying light knives, and ten streaks of lightning-fast white light, all marching forward in the dark Jiepen metal frenzy.

In the valleys and plains, the sound of killing was loud.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" William, who concentrated the entire battalion's strength to fight, roared angrily with eyes split open. Under his command, the soldiers of the Falcon Battalion who were not afraid of death charged forward one after another.

Car after car, row after row, group after group...

William was already furious.

The prestige of Falcon Camp was not blown out, but rolled out in the sea of ​​blood and fire.

Every Falcon Camp soldier is personally selected by Ono Hayato. From the day they entered Falcon Camp, they received the most rigorous training and the most brutal tempering. When others are eating, they are training, and when others are resting, they are also training. The elimination rate as high as 40% made no one dare to slack off at all.

In training, they can only win by working hard, and on the battlefield, they can only survive by working hard!

These mecha warriors are all the elites among Jipeng's youth. They have firm beliefs and tenacious will, and regard honor as life. They have charged against enemies that far outnumbered them time and time again. They have used sharp knives to penetrate the enemy's defense lines time and time again. They have also penetrated thousands of miles and sealed their throats with one sword.

They are the pride of the 59th Division, the pride of the Second Army, and the trump card of Ono Hayato.

Their achievements earned them royal medals, distinguished status, respect, and the reputation of being invincible in a hundred battles, and they won everything they should win!

Their pride. They are not allowed to bow to a small country with few people and nine lowly exiles from Mars!

"Boom!" The lion-like claws of a [Mecha Storm] kicked hard on the ground, and the mecha glided towards a White Thunder. [Machine Storm] The ion tomahawk in his hand was raised high and slashed down suddenly. The powerful and heavy ax rubbed an arc of flame in the air, and struck the top of Thunder's head in the blink of an eye.

"Death!!!" The eighth-level Jiepeng warrior in [Machine Storm] shouted in disbelief, his hand speed increased to the extreme.

The white mecha in front of him was being desperately entangled by his two companions. This opportunity was fleeting and he would never let it go.

The battle ax hit the white mecha, and then fell to the ground.

Sergeant Jie Pen watched as countless pieces of dirt and gravel splashed out from the broken ground. He watched as the figure that had been struck flashed and disappeared in front of his eyes. He watched as his two companions, in an instant, Turned into two bursting fireballs...

"phantom......"

When he spat out a word blankly, he saw an ion light knife getting through the metal shell on the left side of the cockpit, breaking open the mesh elastic interior, breaking open the storage compartment next to it, and breaking open the The console, seat and his own body came out from the metal shell on the right side.

What kind of mecha is this? How could it have such a powerful ion light knife...

When death came, Jiepeng's brain was fixed on a question that he would never know the answer to.

On the central battlefield, pieces of Jipeng mechas fell in the light of swords.

No one had ever seen such killings. This situation should happen in a crowd of civilians being shot by energy machine guns, not in this kind of confrontation between mechas!

"One row, two rows, come on!"

"Second Platoon, left, separate them!"

"Two rows of three companies, hold on, don't let them get in... Damn it, three companies of one row, get in!"

Lieutenant Colonel William continued to invest troops, and he couldn't even remember what orders he gave. He just had red eyes and mechanically commanded his men to attack according to the ever-changing battle situation in front of him. However, as soon as the frenzied attacks hit the ten white rocks, they would turn into shattering waves!

An entire company was thrown in, and within five minutes, they were all strangled. The second company was thrown in, and suffered the same fate.

"Battal Commander, the fire coverage is ineffective. You can't hit them! They are too fast!"

"Batalion Commander, you can't stop us, we can't get close!"

"Batalion Commander, they turned again!"

Listening to the unprecedented panicked voice in the communication channel, William's mind just went blank. "How could this happen?! This is impossible! This is impossible! What kind of mecha is this? There is no such model among Fei Meng's mechas!"

Another attempt to split the interception failed.

Ten white mechas roamed at high speed, constantly covering each other. Sometimes they expand like blooming petals, and sometimes they close together tightly. I don't know when, the two platoons that had just been thrown in were penetrated by them. The five white mechas continued to strangle the mecha group, and the other five turned back and killed them from different angles the moment they penetrated the interception.

What do these guys want to do? Do they want to kill the entire armored division? !

Looking at the Falcon Battalion that had lost nearly half of it, and looking at the opponent whose fur was not injured except for a few dirty marks on the external armor, a thought jumped into William's mind involuntarily.

They are establishing their authority!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

As if to prove William's judgment, ten white mechas stepped forward at the same time, twisted around, took to the air, and swung their swords. A row of [Machine Storms] fell to the sword in unison. It's like chopping melons and vegetables!

William looked back blankly in the direction of the base. He knew that Hayato Ohno was probably furious to the extreme at this moment. Falcon Camp is his trump card and his pride. But now, pride is trampled under the feet of these arrogant enemies.

"Wow, honey, don't touch there." A voice shouted happily.

William's hand holding the control rod tightened suddenly, his blood surged, and the mecha jumped out like an arrow. .

"Get me through to William!"

Hayato Ohno stared straight at the virtual screen. The screen kept scrolling and changing, with mechas flying around at high speed and killing each other. Suddenly, a familiar mecha fell heavily to the ground after intersecting with a passing white figure. In the flying dust, countless mechas blocked the view.

"General..." the communications officer turned around tremblingly: "Lieutenant Colonel William, killed in action!"

Ono Hayato stared at the communications officer with a strange and dull look, and slowly sat down on the chair. He suddenly thought of the captured Nakayama Tsubasa.

Modern war is not an era of individual heroism. No matter how powerful or crazy the enemy is, they would not dare to challenge an entire armored division with just ten mechas.

But all of this was happening right under his nose.

Zhongshan Yi, have you ever had the same helpless feeling? ! His 172nd Division fell beneath the 415th Formation. Could it be that he would also follow in his footsteps? !

What's going on?

The opponent obviously only has ten mechas, why can't his entire armored division trap them? ! They are swimming in the mecha craze like a fish in water. On the contrary, the fighter Jie Pen, who was afraid of accidental injury, was afraid to fight back.

The overwhelming energy cannons can't do anything to them. They had just covered each other and put some distance between them, but in an instant they were overtaken, pressed against, pierced... entangled in the formation, and there was another massacre!

Is this really the mecha combat that I am familiar with?

Are those defenseless mechas really the Falcon Battalion that I am proud of? !

The harsh laughter seemed to be echoing in my ears again.

Ono Hayato looked at the screen quietly, and suddenly realized that at some point, the ten mechas had penetrated the rear formation of the Falcon camp, causing chaos in the outer encirclement.

"Sir," a major suddenly shouted, "They are coming this way!"

Want to behead? !

Hayato Ohno calmly looked at the arc that continued to extend on the screen. Just as the major said, the white mecha made a big turn in the encirclement and turned this way. The direction directly facing the top of the arc is your location.

The entire armored division continued to surge upward, squeeze into the middle, and circle back. Try to intercept them. However, the arc did not pause at all, just like a shark's fin breaking through the water.

"Two regiments and one battalion, fall back and stop them."

"Second Regiment and Second Battalion, go up to them, corner them, and fire without restriction."

Seeing that Ono Hayato had no intention of evading, the chief of staff standing beside him made a quick decision.

Troops, moving under the mobilization of the Chief of Staff.

Ono Hayato felt that the chief of staff was a little worried. No one could complete the decapitation when the entire armored division was surrounded. However, he didn't stop him. He just frowned and stared at the arc that slowed down among the group of mechas that were attacking madly. Until now, he didn't understand what these guys wanted to do.

Did they kill the entire division? Are they exhausted?

The white arc continues to extend forward. Slowly but surely. Three kilometers, two kilometers... The Jiepen mechas all around were running fast in the billowing dust and smoke, trying to stop them. The entire encirclement has turned into a water drop shape, and most of the troops are gathered between the white mecha and the base.

There was a fierce battle inside, and those outside were always ready to add more.

This is really a big joke... Hayato Ohno stared at the white mecha coldly. He is ready to meet the enemy here. If the entire division cannot stop them, then even if I die, I will die here without moving an inch!

The dignity of the Ohno family lies in this place.

Escape with an entire armored division in tow would cost the Ohno family their respect forever.

"Come!"

Ono Hayato suddenly grabbed the communicator and roared: "Come on..."

The sound suddenly stopped.

Under the sweaty gaze of more than ten officers in the command mecha, the ten mechas suddenly turned, quickly penetrated the weak encirclement on the right rear side, and jumped onto a small hillside leading to Highland 415.

Before entering the jungle, they saw a mecha swinging a huge middle finger towards them.

The arrogant voice of Fatty LeLei echoed in the valley.

"Wash your butt and wait, I'll come back later!"

The fat man's loud declaration made the entire valley fall into deathly silence.

There were only a few energy cannons, following the ten white mechas into the jungle.

Looking at the wreckage stretching for several kilometers on the basin plain, and watching the white mecha turn and get no closer than the command mecha, all the Jiepen soldiers discovered that at some point, their own The vest is already soaked.

That's a lunatic.

An out-and-out lunatic!

They stared blankly at the jungle that had returned to calm, not knowing when these ten terrifying mechas would emerge from it again.

**********

On the 415th position, there was silence.

After a long time, the Chakna warriors who had been dazed by this incredible battle came back to their senses.

They looked at the time in confusion. It was already time to book a retreat.

In front and behind the position, several electronic mechas have all been turned on. The little boy led three electronic soldiers and ran around, connecting anti-detection jammers to the electronic mechas through data lines.

Come back later?

The soldiers looked at each other….