Counterfeit Hero

"General!"

"General!"

Petrov's face was livid. Stooping into the low front headquarters.

Ignoring his subordinates who jumped up to salute, he walked directly to the observation hole, picked up the portable far-sighted device handed over by his adjutant, and looked into the distance.

The roar of cannons echoed in the valley, deafening. In the dark night sky in the distance, energy cannon light clusters were like doomsday meteor showers.

These terrifying destroyers crashed into the ground diagonally, then turned into larger white lights and emerged from the soil, quickly spreading and sweeping across the earth.

On the hillside shrouded in darkness, and at the foot of the hillside, there are countless identical lights, dotted with stars, rising and falling one after another.

After the bright light dissipated into the night, a thunderous sound came. Even though we are nearly five kilometers away from the front line, we can still feel the vibration of the ground beneath our feet.

"Your Excellency, Commander." Yegor, commander of the 2122 Division, who hurried back to the headquarters, saluted Petrov.

The major general commander of the 21st Group Army's most combat-effective armored division, his blond hair was as messy as a chicken coop. Sweat flowed down his face covered with smoke and dust, breaking out into ravines. The collar of his uniform was obviously hastily buttoned when he rushed into the headquarters. Because he buttoned the wrong buttonhole, he looked embarrassed and ridiculous.

However, no one would laugh at him.

Everyone knows what happened. We also know that Yegor has been directing the battle at the front line.

However, nothing seems to be working. Although what's blocking Maple Leaf Slope in front is just an armored regiment!

Petrov ignored Yegor. His livid face caused the temperature in the entire underground headquarters to drop below zero. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the trembling teeth of the staff officers nearby who dare not speak out.

The 2122nd Division made a huge mistake.

The four reconnaissance teams and an electronic mecha platoon that came forward did not notice the enemy reconnaissance troops that had already appeared beside them.

These blind scouts just walked to Maple Leaf Slope so stupidly. Stupidly sending wrong information back to the main force in the rear.

The scouts' negligence ruined themselves and the two armored battalions that followed - ten minutes after the main force received the intelligence that there were no traces of Fidelity troops ahead, four scout teams and an electronic mecha platoon disappeared at the same time. . Immediately afterwards, the unsuspecting two battalions of the 2122nd Division encountered a sudden attack one kilometer away from the main mountain of Maple Leaf Slope.

This was a planned ambush. The Suss armored force, which rushed headlong into the Fei League encirclement, lost 30% of its mechas after the enemy's first fire attack, and was cut into six sections by the intervening enemy armored forces. Grassroots officers were immediately killed by roll call.

The battle is without any suspense. Within five minutes the troops collapsed.

The fleeing forward troops of Sousse were driven back along the foot of the mountain like a duck by the enemy.

When the troops following them heard the sound of gunfire and prepared to occupy the surrounding highlands and organize an interception line on the spot, more than two hundred fleeing Suss mechas had already retreated in front of them in a hurry.

The entire team suddenly fell into crowding and chaos.

The grassroots commanders roared at the top of their lungs and drove the soldiers to stabilize their positions. Some officers personally led their troops to spread to both wings, trying to establish a bridgehead on the high ground and stabilize the situation.

However, all these efforts are like a glass ball. He was lifted high by the enemies who had already ambushed in the surrounding highlands, and then smashed to pieces.

The Suss armored clusters crowded in the valley turned into lambs for slaughter.

When the rear troops seized the ridge and bypassed the steep and difficult mountainside for reinforcements, the cunning enemy had retreated like the tide. What was left behind were neat rows of Suss mecha wreckage in a two-kilometer-long passage northeast of Maple Leaf Slope. ….

The carelessness of the 2122nd Division and the negligence of the scouts resulted in the main force of Suss being in chaos and unable to move forward for a full twenty minutes.

By the time Yegor hurried to the front line, kicked and beat him to reorganize his troops and ordered the attack, half an hour had passed.

Half an hour, perhaps not worth mentioning at ordinary times. However, at this critical moment, it was a blow that struck the 21st Army on the head!

Without waiting for Petrov's instructions, the 2122 Division, which rushed to Maple Leaf Slope, immediately launched an attack under the command of Yegor.

On the front, on both wings, wherever the formation could be deployed, there were surging figures of Suss armored troops.

The junior officers took the lead and rushed forward, followed by the soldiers behind. He also used all his strength. Every staff officer was working at full capacity, and the self-propelled artillery battalion's fire coverage and targeted clearing did not stop for a second.

However, the reality is cruel.

Until now, the 2122nd Division has not been able to take a step forward... Moreover, the battle damage statistics of more than fifty to one on the Skynet screen made all Suss officers unable to believe their eyes.

The opponent has only one armored regiment, but it is like an insurmountable chasm!

This is unacceptable to everyone!

Standing in front of the ashen-faced Petrov, Yegor's face was pale and he was sweating.

Two minutes before he arrived at the headquarters, he had just received the news that the offensive launched by the third and fourth regiments had been frustrated again. The third regiment did better, and the fourth regiment on the left was almost defeated by the enemy's counterattack. If it were not for the desperate protection of the regiment's direct guard company, the regiment leader would have been almost killed on the spot!

"How long will it take to capture Maple Leaf Slope?"

Before the temperature dropped below freezing, Petrov finally spoke. He looked at Yegor, his eyes were like knives that could cut countless bloody wounds on a person's skin!

The officers and staff on the side were silent, looking at Yegor with pity.

This question was the last chance Petrov gave Yegor.

The 2122nd Division's mistakes almost ruined the entire Phoenix Western Front campaign. If everyone hadn't known that there was still a regiment of the 2111th Division defending the Xiantian Canyon, and it would have been absolutely impossible for the enemy to pass through the narrow natural dangers of the road in a short period of time, I am afraid that Petrov's first order when he arrived at the front line was to execute Ye Gore!

Yegor smiled miserably.

He knew Petrov had given himself a chance. However, this also means that Petrov has not yet clearly realized what kind of army the 21st Army encountered this time!

Yegor's silence made Petrov's face look even more ugly.

Just when everyone was sweating for Yegor. They suddenly discovered that Yegor had taken off his epaulettes himself.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency General," Yegor lowered his head: "The morale of our division has been severely damaged, and I'm afraid we won't be able to continue the offensive... Moreover, I suggest that we build a position as soon as possible to prevent our army from suffering more attacks. A terrible loss.”

There was dead silence in the headquarters. The officers and staff of the 2122 Division had pale faces, and the other three division commanders following Petrov had expressions of disbelief.

Is Yegor crazy? !

He asked four elite armored divisions to build fortifications to defend an enemy armored regiment? !

Petrov was so angry that he looked at his favorite general fiercely and wanted to tear him into pieces!

But soon, he controlled his raging anger.

Yegor's pale face made him realize that things might not be as he imagined.

No one knew Yegor better than him. This top student from the military academy who he single-handedly promoted is definitely not an idiot who can't distinguish the important from the important and would embarrass himself by giving up his pick at critical moments.

"What's going on?" Petrov asked in a deep voice. ….

Yegor's lips trembled and his voice was hoarse: "General, I think you should go and see for yourself."

From Yegor's words, Petrov instinctively felt a danger. He took a deep look at Yegor and turned around: "Let's go!"

In addition to the bunker, the officers were divided into three command mechas. Under the escort of Petrov's direct guard regiment, he headed to the front line.

Night shrouded the entire mountainous area. Under the starlight, the small stream on the roadside gurgled. The woods made a sound like a rainstorm in the wind.

In the valley and on the hillside, there are teams of Sussian mechas crowded together. Some troops were waiting on the sidelines, while others were running towards the battle zone. Chaotic lights were swaying around, various accents were intertwined, and the entire mountainous area was a scene of chaos.

The emergence of the guard regiment directly under the group army. Let the troops congested on the main road retreat to both sides. The exhausted Suss mecha warriors stood in the mud, watching the queue of senior officers march towards the distant hills that were reflected red by the light of artillery fire.

The closer to the fighting front, the louder the artillery fire.

When walking into the area four kilometers away from Maple Leaf Slope, the officers in the command mecha could already see rows of field hospital tents, and they could also see the wounded soldiers being sent down from the front line like a stream of water.

One medical mecha after another passed by in front of me, and from time to time I saw a group of soldiers rushing towards me carrying a stretcher.

The reinforcements advanced silently, and the roars of the officers seemed hoarse amidst the distant artillery fire.

In the sky, the huge energy cannon light cluster flows like a comet. The dazzling light and the huge roar like a train entering a tunnel are like a grand festival in hell.

There were mecha wreckage scattered everywhere. The ones in the middle of the road were cleaned up by engineering mechas, while the ones on the hills on both sides could only burn on their own. Trees in some places were also set on fire, looking like huge torches.

The officers watched everything in front of them in silence, and the sight before them made their hearts sink deeper and deeper.

The troops were blocked in this mountainous area, which was no more than five kilometers wide and more than thirty kilometers long, unable to move at all. And in front, is there really only one enemy regiment? !

If it is true, then what kind of army is it? !

When the troops marched to a mountain col, the command mecha stopped. The officers surrounded Petrov as he stepped out of the mecha and looked around.

The entire mountain col has turned into a huge and noisy advancing base. Whistles, shouts, and engine roars were intertwined into a chaotic mess.

On several simple maintenance pads not far to the left, mechanics were urgently repairing the scarred mechas. Tens of meters away on the right, several sweating logistics sergeants were nervously directing the mechas and soldiers to load and unload weapons and ammunition.

Some soldiers were running around on the muddy ground that had been trampled out of water. Their gray combat uniforms were covered with flowing muddy water, and their faces were so dirty that only a pair of frightened and panicked eyes and a mouth of white teeth could be seen.

At the foot of the mountain on a slightly higher ground. A long row of field hospitals was set up. From time to time the wounded were carried in and out. The open space outside was filled with stretchers with wounded soldiers lying on them. Wails and moans are endless. Except for a few medical soldiers and nurses who shuttled back and forth to provide simple treatment for them, no one could take care of them.

The officers looked at everything in front of them in shock while following Yegor towards higher ground.

The mud on the hillside forced them to walk carefully to avoid slipping.

Through the overgrown branches and leaves, one could see that at the foot of the hillside, a group of troops who had withdrawn from the front line were walking through the valley like injured ghosts, walking towards the rear in an endless stream.

Several communication off-road vehicles flew past, and the mud splashed by the undulating tires crackled on the scarred shell of the advancing mecha, but they did not attract the usual curses from the hot-tempered pilots. ….

Rather than saying that it was an army, it was better to say that it was a group of walking zombies missing arms and legs.

"This is..." Petrov looked back at the retreating troops.

"It's the Fourth Regiment," Yegor said with a gloomy look. "They just withdrew from the left wing. I've already sent someone to call their regiment leader."

Petrov looked at Yegor, quickened his pace, and strode up the hill.

The entire Maple Leaf Slope battlefield suddenly appeared before our eyes!

Compared with the temporary headquarters a few kilometers away, the battlefield seen here is much larger and more magnificent.

In front of the Maple Leaf Slope, which looked like a pangolin, the flames and thick smoke from the explosion were fifty or sixty meters high, lying across the hills, blocking the sky and the sun. Large and small mushroom clouds appeared in the light of the explosion, like solidified black stone pillars.

Countless mechas from both sides were charging back and forth on this land filled with artillery fire.

The torrent of cyan and gray steel wedged themselves into each other's formations. Charge, breakthrough, encirclement, division...all the tactics and killing methods summarized by the human army are vividly displayed on this hillside covered with yellow leaves.

In the middle, the Suss troops attacking the main peak of Maple Leaf Slope had obviously just retreated from the hillside. As the gray Sussian mecha line retreated, the enemies on the hilltop pressed down hard.

Teams of cyan mechas that Petrov had never seen before plunged into the already chaotic skirmish line of Suss mechas like sharp daggers.

They were in groups of three and five, like knights galloping on horseback. They shouted and rushed down from the top of the mountain. They approached their opponents at a speed faster than lightning and launched a fatal blow.

The color on Petrov's face suddenly faded away.

His gaze was fixed on the mountainside. There, several Suss mechas lined up at the front of the skirmisher line were retreating while firing wildly.

The Suss [Armored Dragon] medium-sized mecha in front was obviously firing at full range. The several energy cannons on his body fired at a speed and rhythm that Petrov was familiar with. The energy shells blocked all frontal angles. Wherever the barrage passed, sand flew and rocks flew, and the sky collapsed.

However, a ghostly cyan mecha came forward.

He rushed down from the top of the mountain, his fat body in the air like a hunting lightning falcon. After changing directions one after another and jumping over a large rock and several carcasses on the hillside, he passed through the dense barrage without any damage and punched the armored dragon in the chest.

When the armored dragon, which was far larger than its opponent, turned into a ball of fire, more than a dozen cyan mechas on the same horizontal line on both sides also sent their fists, ion daggers or flying iron legs into their respective bodies. target body.

The retreating skirmisher line opened a large hole in an instant.

The suddenly lit firelight reflected the ghostly figure, and even amidst the rumble of cannons and blazing flames, Petrov felt an eerie chill against his back.

His hair suddenly stood up.

And what frightened him even more was not just here.

Just on the hilltop on the left wing, hundreds of cyan mechas have completely merged into the formation of the third regiment of the 2122 Division.

The entire three regiments were divided into a dozen small groups fighting each other. The panicked Suss mecha warriors could only fire aimlessly.

In this chaotic artillery fire, the enemy is showing their artistic cooperation.

The cyan triangular attack formations rolled with the fire of the Suss mecha. Like a wave, one wave after another.

Every five steps, the cyan mechas that were attacked on the outside would retreat into the formation, and their companions with complete energy shields in the formation would take their places and meet the artillery fire of the Suss armored troops.

Blue, red, blue, red... The thin light curtain of the energy shield is like an aurora in the void, constantly changing. No matter how ferocious the firepower of the Suss armored group was, it could not be destroyed. ….

Five steps, one wave.

The exquisite steps of the cyan mecha are like the sound of drums under the drumsticks of ancient wizards, mysterious, natural, smooth, and the transitions are seamless! Every five steps, a ripple would appear in their formation, and their mechas would silently change positions.

Their progress did not stop at all, but there was always that despairing blue light curtain outside the formation!

This kind of footwork, this kind of coordination, has exceeded Petrov's imagination, and it has also exceeded the imagination of the young officers around him who are much younger than him and more imaginative than him.

The officers of the 21st Army of Sousse stood blankly on the top of this densely forested mountain, looking at the enemies below the mountain, showing them a fighting method they had never seen before.

Smooth footwork and coordination bring equally smooth killing.

The most common triangle attack formation was given new life by them. Every time the triangle formation rotates, several cyan mechas will advance together, steadily advancing, fists and feet flying, hands and knives flying, turning each Suss mecha into burning scrap metal!

The left wing is hell, and the right wing is also not heaven.

Petrov rolled his eyes with difficulty.

On the right wing of the smoke-filled battlefield, more than two hundred cyan mechas formed five triangular attack formations, piercing deeply into the Suss armored cluster and constantly breaking through in depth.

These cyan gods of death have no mercy at all.

They passed by the Seuss mecha in groups. Every time they passed by, the formation of the Seuss hedgehogs would be cut with a bloody gash as if cut by a knife.

With the retreat of the fourth regiment, the entire right wing was actually controlled by the enemy. The small number of Suss mechas who stayed on the right wing to block the attack and buy time for the center and left wing troops to retreat were not so much resisting as they were consuming a little of the enemy's time for massacre!

"General." The guard's report came from behind.

Petrov looked back and saw the commander of the fourth regiment of the 2122 Division, who was being helped up the hill by two guards, with black lips and fell to the ground.

His gaze passed over the regimental commander who was already unconscious due to serious injuries, and fell on several staff officers from the army base camp who were rushing up the hillside.

An ominous premonition grew stronger with the steps of the staff.

"Your Excellency General, our army was suddenly attacked by the enemy on the flank, and the troops suffered heavy losses. The 2121st Division in the middle has retreated. The rear troops have lost contact."

"General, the 1st Regiment of the 2111th Division was attacked by the enemy's main force twenty minutes ago. During the fierce battle, the position was lost due to the enemy's detour and sneak attack. The entire regiment died heroically. The enemy's main force was quickly passing through the Yixiantian Canyon, approaching Forty-Nine peak."

Petrov's body swayed suddenly, and his eyes were filled with darkness.

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