Counterfeit Hero

Not to mention compared with the snowy peaks of the Socrates Mountains or the Sherlock Mountains around the basin that are often thousands of meters high, even if placed in a city, it is just a whole body next to a space city with an average height of more than a thousand meters. Loaded with tree dwarfs.

Even if you flipped through the electronic map and deduced dozens of electronic putters on the electronic sand table, "I'm afraid no one would have thought beforehand that an explosion would occur in Resk, a beautiful galaxy called the Chakna Gate that is connected to the southeastern main channel. This battle, the most critical and most brutal battle, turned out to be here.

Here, the west slope of 1,1 Highland is already in a mess.

As far as the sun goes, there are fallen trees and craters dug out of yellow soil by bombs.

The green mountain forest turned into an ugly mangy head. The dense artillery fire was still trampling the soil, gravel and dead branches and leaves on the ground over and over again.

Mushroom-like black clouds rose into the sky in front of the winding fortifications on the top of the mountain, and white and black smoke billowed into the air. Thousands of Suss mechas lined up in five skirmish lines, desperately raising their heads to attack. Up and down the mountain, only energy cannon fire could be seen shuttled back and forth, intertwining into a huge light network.

"Hit!" On the position that was damaged by the shells, a second lieutenant Chuckner pulled the trigger in front of the universal control lever.

The muzzle of the huge handheld enhanced energy cannon in the hands of the mecha lying on the shooting position quickly turned around, and then it suddenly shrugged. Hundreds of entangled and condensed light filaments turned into an energy cannon the size of a football and sprayed out. out. In just one flash, he plunged into the group of Suss mechas at the foot of the mountain, erupting into a white light that was impossible to look at.

White light swept across the earth sideways, and the surrounding air seemed to be violently pulled and pushed away. A shock wave wrapped in dust and sand, forming a circle visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

It was only then that an earth-shaking loud noise rose into the sky as the earth shook.

This shot was extremely accurate. A Seuss Madman mecha that had just emerged from behind a large rock was hit directly. The steel body, which weighed nearly thirty tons, was completely blown away by the violent explosion.

The hard shell and external armor cracked and peeled off like the crumbs on the surface of a burnt puff pastry, turning into a few small black dots in the white light. After the green smoke dispersed, only a charred black spot remained. skeleton.

The blow hit, and the lieutenant quickly shrank back.

In the huge trench deep beneath their feet, mechas were running back and forth with their waists hooked. The soil on both sides of the tunnel that was shaken by the explosion fell on them.

At the left corner, a mecha whose legs were blown off was replacing new mechanical legs in the emergency maintenance area of ​​the tunnel. Below, several eighth-generation [Wild Dog] beast-type individual mechas are taking advantage of their inherent advantage of being better at moving in tunnels than human-type mechas to replenish ammunition at various shooting positions.

The outer wall of the pit is densely packed with shooting positions. Every six meters, an individual mecha lay on the slope and fired wildly down the mountain. The violent sound of artillery was like thunder exploding around them, one after another, torturing people's nerves endlessly.

The ensign took a deep breath to calm his heart, which was rattled by the explosion.

He took a look at the energy cannon charging time on the mecha's computer.

There are still fifteen seconds until the next shot.

Although the handheld mecha energy cannon is powerful, it has the disadvantage of slow firing rate. No matter what kind of mecha, as long as this big guy is bound, it will be like a plant entangled with vines that absorb nutrients, contributing 80% of its energy and engine resources to combat.

Waiting for the energy cannon to recharge in the middle of a fierce battle is really a good idea that drives people crazy!

The second lieutenant scratched a handful of his tangled brown hair.

His chapped lips opened and closed quickly in silent prayer, and his head was buried and raised again with the torment of waiting. He stiffened his neck and tried desperately to control his eyes so as not to be attracted by the fierce sound of artillery fire and fighting that constantly penetrated his ears in the center of the position.

He knew it without looking. In the central position, only two hundred meters away from his position, more than two hundred bandit mechas were fighting to the death with nearly a hundred Adjudicators!

The close combat in front of the position has always been the most brutal part of the ground war.

No matter which era it is in, this kind of face-to-face killing of humans is full of blood, full of violence, full of annihilation of humanity and despair.

When the enemy rushed to the front of the position and tried to tear open the defense line with close combat, the impact and crazy energy were more terrifying than the mudslide pouring down from a 10,000-meter-high mountain.

There is no timidity and no bravery. No anger, no sadness. The two sides are like two groups of beasts that have completely lost their reason and thinking. They only know how to use their most primitive instincts to fight and fight. Attack the opponent with all your strength, stabbing forward with red eyes. Bite the opponent's flesh and blood, dig out the opponent's slave-like heart!

This is the deprivation of life between the same kind. It is the erasure of one person's entire history, traces of existence, mind and body of another person.

Whether it is the attacker or the defender, after a battle like the collision of ice and fire at the front of the position, the number of survivors will never exceed 30%!

This data means that both sides have almost exhausted the last bit of strength, and almost only rely on the last few people to determine whether the position will continue to hold or be broken through.

The second lieutenant has seen all kinds of fighting and the most brutal position defense battles. However, he had never imagined that the battle could be as brutal as it was at the front of the central position.

He didn't dare to look up. Because as long as he took one look at it, he was afraid that he would never be able to turn around again. In the future, I will no longer have the confidence to fly a mecha, and I will no longer have the courage to fight!

hit.

This is the eighth time that West Yorkshire has attacked. At the same time, this is also the eighth time that two hundred adjudicators have attacked those adjudicators with axe heads, cold and cruel.

They walked in front of every Suss armored group that launched a strong attack, as if they were strolling in a leisurely way.

The rapid long-range firepower could not pose any threat to them at all. As soon as they get close to you, their ion light knife or fist will have penetrated your body before your hand can issue a complete action command to the mecha.

This is a group of emotionless gods of death who harvest lives with near-perfect control.

No one can stand in front of them-..." "Except, the bandit army!

There was a loud "boom". The second lieutenant finally couldn't help but turn his head and look. On the hillside in front of the central position, two mechas emerged from the smoke and splashing mud and rocks. .

The moment they appeared, two figures, one black and one green, were drawn together like two magnets. The sound of violent steel strikes and collisions was like a deafening heavy metal percussion!

Boom! The cyan mecha was kicked by the Advocate on the head-protecting arm, and rolled over more than ten meters. The mecha's shell plowed several deep trenches on the ground.

The left forearm that was hit by the kick was completely shattered. The transmission rod exposed the cracked shell, swinging and expanding rapidly, scraping against the steel plate at the crack, making an unpleasant noise.

The elbow joint had obviously been broken, and the entire forearm was twisted in a strange posture. Many parts were ejected from the cracks due to the forced movement of the mecha's transmission mechanism.

The second lieutenant felt his heart tighten. He knew the operator of that mecha.

It was a young Lieutenant Colonel LeRae named Stiller. He has a kind smile and a handsome face.

As soon as his heart lifted, he saw the cyan mecha holding up its hands and kicking its feet, crashing into the adjudicator like a discharged cannonball.

A kind of desperate ferocity that makes one's scalp numb, explodes, and comes towards the face!

"Seeking death!" The Judger mecha was angered by Stiyun's bravery and madness. He yelled angrily, raised his legs and bent his knees, and slammed into the head of the cyan mecha.

The movements of both sides were as fast as lightning and thunder, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of each other.

The second lieutenant was so breathless that he couldn't even breathe, and his heart kept beating!

Seeing that the Arbitrator's iron knee was about to smash the Cyan Ranger's head to pieces, the second lieutenant suddenly discovered that Stiller twisted his body in the stone fire and lightning, avoiding the vital points of his head, and severed the broken arm on the left side along with the shoulder. , was sent to the judge's knee, and at the same time, the mecha's right hand stabbed hard into the judge's other leg.

"boom!"

There was another deafening loud noise.

The cyan mecha flew out again, its scarred body drew an arc in the air and hit the ground heavily. There was not a single intact place in his body.

It was lying on the ground, its shell twisting, and its miserable appearance seemed to indicate that it was a complete loser. However, the second lieutenant beside it clearly felt that it was smiling.

That is a fat face, that is a ferocious smile!

Twenty meters away, an ion dagger emerged from the Arbitrator's cabin. An unknown green liquid, mixed with dark red blood, flowed from the gap and flowed along the mecha's shell toward the ground.

The Adjudicator knelt straight on the ground. The cold Spartan warrior's face was stiff and blank.

Its knee-bending action was completed, but its other leg was broken by the desperate Stiller at the expense of half of his body, the external transmission rod and the joint crankshaft. This caused it to lose its balance and ability to move continuously the moment it landed, and fell to its knees.

If it could give him five more seconds, no, maybe just one or two seconds, it would be able to switch the drive to the backup system, stand up from the kneeling state, continue to move around, and continue to walk as fast as flying.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world. What happened will never change. The wheels of history and destiny, after choosing a path, will only move forward ruthlessly and will never go backwards.

An ion dagger poked out from the smoke, completely nailing it to this humiliating position.

The ensign witnessed this insidious and deadly attack from beginning to end.

He saw that when Stiller's cyan mecha was kicked away for the first time, another cyan mecha had already appeared behind the Arbitrator.

At that moment, maybe nothing was planned. However, when the two Rangers appeared in each other's field of vision, without any communication, a decisive victory suddenly took shape.

Stiller, who fell to the ground, immediately stood up and launched a crazy counterattack with his scarred body in a fierce and life-threatening posture. While attracting all the attention of the judge, he made the judge kneel down at the cost of a dent in his entire left arm and shoulder.

From that moment on, the Judge could no longer stand. It was kneeling in such humiliation, its black shell reflecting the same ferocious smile of the sneak attacker behind it who was charging forward in an arc. The sound of the energy cannon being recharged came from the mecha computer for the third time, but the ensign seemed not to hear it.

The blood in his body surged along the blood vessels under the pressure of his fast-beating heart. He could even hear the sound of blood flowing in his blood vessels, and feel the bright red liquid rising up, ready to break through the Tianling Cap!

This is the most perfect coordination and the most perfect kill he has ever seen! ! !

Simple, fierce and deadly!

Stiller stood up unsteadily. The mecha suffered hideous wounds, leaving only a few pieces of its left arm with broken connecting rods, all of which told of the tragedy of the tank.

In front of him, the second ranger, like a butcher butchering a pig, suddenly stirred the ion dagger in his hand, smashing the judge's chest to pieces, and then raised his leg cleanly and kicked the judge to the ground.

The black mecha fell straight down, throwing up a cloud of dust. The two Rangers turned around, took off into the air, and rushed into the battle group in front of the central position that could no longer distinguish each other.

There, there were more of their companions fighting in bloody battles, and across from them, more Judges were constantly attacking their formation, trying to break through the defense line behind them.

In the battle group, a Ranger was shot through the chest. A large amount of blood poured out of the cockpit, and the broken transparent canopy turned red. Even so, it still hugged the enemy's arm tightly. His whole body seemed to be hanging on the enemy.

The frightened Adjudicator desperately tried to get away from the Ranger, but he couldn't get away until another Ranger next to him smashed him into pieces.

The amphibious mecha was entangled, and in a violent explosion, it turned into a huge fireball!

Not far away, two other mechas were fighting. The judge, as cold and indifferent as the god of death, had disappeared by this time. It looked more like a native dog after being favored by the ranger.

They hit each other with their fists and rolled on the ground. All control rules, fourth-level, fifth-level and sixth-level formulas, footwork, and killer moves were all thrown out the window. The rest is just instinctive fighting!

Further away, black and cyan figures flickered in the smoke. They moved at high speed, their fists and feet so fast that they could only hear a series of firecracker-like sounds of gold and iron. Those ordinary machines?

Advanced technical moves that are unimaginable are endless in their hands.

Not to mention this kind of life-and-death duel, even if you just watch it from the side, it will make people sweat. If you react a little slower and make a little mistake, the final outcome will be a fatal accident! .

The second lieutenant gritted his teeth and watched as the scarred figure rushed into the battle group and was instantly submerged in the melee of mechas.

When the energy-full prompt sounded for the fourth time, he pulled the control stick, and the mecha reached out to the shooting position, aimed at a Suss mecha that was less than a hundred meters away from the position, and opened fire violently.

"kill!

That was the deafening cry of "Kill!"

The passionate pride in the second lieutenant's chest spurted out with this murderous roar.

This voice merged into the roars of countless Chakna warriors and rolled into the sky.

The entire position was filled with shouts from the mountains and the sea!

The palm of the mecha drew a perfect arc in the air and sank into the shoulder of a ranger.

Reinhardt thought in his mind, a precise step-by-step instruction was quickly translated into an action instruction through the thought sensor. The mecha took a wrong step and reached the side and rear of the ranger.

After possessing the standard control ability of 85 movements per second, the world seemed to become extremely slow in front of you.

It was just a sudden step in the arc, but Reinhardt had enough time to clearly watch the broken casing fragments and parts flying past his eyes. Watching the filled smoke, floating in the wind in the void sky.

The light from several rounds of energy cannons exploded out of the soil and spread in all directions.

Countless Suss mechas and countless Chakna mechas surged, intertwined, and fought on the hillsides with rising mushroom clouds.

There are still ten meters away from the position!

Reinhardt was calculating silently in his heart. The Adjudicator, like a black ghost, clung lightly to the opponent's back, punching out twenty times in one second with both fists.

This is the simplest level one action. However, under the control of eighty-five movements per second, the simple punches of an ordinary fighter twice per second are increased by ten times, and the power is a hundred times greater.

The storm-like fists fiercely penetrated the ranger's back, but the back elbow blow from the bandit pilot before his death still left a dent on the judge's shoulder.

Pulling out the robot hand from the ranger, Reinhardt's handsome face was as cold as an ice sculpture. But in those eyes, there were faint wisps of red threads, flashing with a trace of hatred and violence. This was the thirtieth Ranger he had killed. These guys with 60-speed hand movements were helpless in front of him.

However, these guys always try their best to leave some traces on their mecha before they die. Although such attacks could not pose any threat to the Adjudicator at all, the more they accumulated, the damage control program of the mecha still turned into deep red in many places.

More importantly, Reinhardt could clearly feel that no matter how powerful he was, no matter how many Rangers he killed, those poor people had no fear at all.

They are a group of unreasonable lunatics. When they fight for their lives, what people feel is not heroism, but a kind of ridicule and ridicule.

Even if the price they pay is their lives, they will not hesitate to catch you and punch you.

Just to piss you off!

Reinhard admitted that he was angered by these stubborn lunatics.

A few hours ago, his well-arranged challenge was turned into a shameless attack by the bandits. Not only did it fail to revive the morale of the Soviet Union army, but it actually made it even lower.

In the seven subsequent attacks, although he killed thirty Rangers, the two squadrons of Judges were still unable to break through the opponent's lines.

So far, out of the two hundred Arbitrators, only ninety are left. The bandit army had more than 400 Rangers, but only less than 200 were left.

A battle damage ratio of one to two points is a victory for others, but for the arbiter, it is an out-and-out defeat.

Reinhardt could easily identify these mechas. Because their same fat faces, as well as their fighting methods and styles, are exactly the same as that person!

In Gacharin, he was angered by the fat man countless times. But now, hundreds of fat men were swinging back and forth in front of him, making vicious and obscene moves!

Five meters to go! The position is only within one step!

"boom!"

Reinhardt, who had just stepped onto the front line of the position, crossed his arms to block the frontal kick of a Ranger. The mecha took a few steps back, and the anti-skid teeth on the soles of his feet left several deep marks on the mud.

"Hmph!" Reinhard snorted coldly. The mecha was retreating and suddenly rushed forward without any warning. His fists moved up and down, causing a sharp roar in the air and he ran straight towards the ranger who had just landed.

He was at the forefront of all the attacking mechas. Behind him, dozens of Adjudicators were following him step by step to attack. This time, no matter what, he will break through the position!

"Fuck your mother!" The ranger, who moved a beat slower, drew two semicircles with both hands in the air, swung away Reinhardt's fist, then took a step forward, walked straight into the palace, and bumped his shoulder. To the chest of the stupid man.

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes slightly. The sunlight was like a knife. The mecha moved its feet backwards, and then "Fuck your sister!" Turning around, while avoiding the chain of legs, he rounded his fist and hit the judge's left ear.

Reinhard leaned up and did a backflip, avoiding the Ranger's fist.

When the fist passed the adjudicator's head by a hair's breadth. Because it was so close, the air between the fist and the mecha's external armor turned into a red light due to friction.

Reinhardt rolled over and landed on the ground. The mecha took a few wrong steps and reached the left side of the ranger. He punched out both fists and launched an extremely fierce double-fingered strike straight to the ranger's head.

He vowed to beat this foul-mouthed bastard to pieces!

This time, the ranger could not dodge Reinhardt's lightning-fast strike. The mecha's head was instantly shattered.

As if knowing that there was no chance left, the bandit pilot finally tried his best to hug Reinhardt. The energy cannon on his chest and the missile launcher on his waist suddenly opened up!

"Fuck your sister!"

These were the last words left in this world by this bandit pilot.

Immediately, the ranger turned into a flame that soared into the sky behind a ball of white light. The flames expanded, turning the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire, and thick smoke rose into the sky along with the rolling fireballs.

Reinhard rolled out of the flames almost in embarrassment.

On the mecha's body, several pieces of battered external armor hung like rags, and its chest, arms, and thighs were full of scars.

Looking at the burning fire ball and looking at another ranger jumping out of the position behind the fire ball, he suddenly realized that the position just ten meters away was so out of reach. .