Counterfeit Hero

Chen Fengxi was ordered to stand at the command table and say only two words. His voice was loud and clear. His hands were tightly gripping the railing, and his veins were exposed. His eyes were shining with excitement, and his chest was heaving violently.

Chen Fengxi's voice echoed in the command hall, and a somewhat chaotic atmosphere spread throughout the building along the turned-on broadcast.

The cold winter wind blew past the square building, making the windows and corridors whine. The staff officers who were rushing back and forth stopped.

They raised their heads and listened quietly.

It was already bright, and the sun was appearing and disappearing among the clouds.

The sun shines warmly on the face, and watching the clouds and waves rushing in the sky, everyone has a feeling that time has flown by.

Thinking back to more than thirty hours ago, and looking at now, it feels like a dream!

The noisy hall gradually became quiet. The building's corridors, large and small offices, and courtyards and courtyards all became silent.

Some staff officers walked out of the electronic mecha in the center of the courtyard. The bluestone floor under your feet still retains the clear water from the night rain. The guards stopped the patrol mecha and opened the cockpit. The crowd is like flowing gravel, gathering where there is a broadcast.

Outside the door of the building, a speeding off-road vehicle screeched and stopped in front of a wall filled with sandbags and isolation nets. In the flying dust, the driver and the officer holding important documents opened the door and got out of the car, looking at the scene in bewilderment. The command center looks like it’s frozen in time.

The Chakna flag hanging in front of the window of the building was fluttering gently in the wind, and the upturned face was glowing red with excitement.

Everyone knows that after more than thirty hours of fighting, this battle that is destined to be remembered in the history of human wars is finally about to usher in the final victory!

On the front line of Sunset Mountain, the Soviet-Japanese coalition forces made eighteen consecutive full-line attacks but were unable to make a single step forward. Of the two hundred unstoppable Judges, there were now less than forty left!

The enemy armor clusters like waves hit the position over and over again, only to be smashed into pieces again and again.

I don't know how many layers have been cut away from the dilapidated position, and in the morning light, I can only see blood flowing across it. Corpses littered the fields.

But thousands of Fei League soldiers just stood in front of the enemy and never retreated even a step after fighting to the death.

The flags of the bandits and Chakna are still flying on the battlefield!

And at the same time. To the west of the Sunset Mountain Basin, the Philippine Alliance forces under the leadership of Fatty have swept through the six theaters as fast as lightning.

The latest battle report returned shows that the Western-York coalition forces that besieged the two important towns of Qixing and Xiushuihe have completely collapsed under the devastating offensive of 500 rampaging mechas.

The enemy, with countless casualties and casualties, fled in all directions. They were as panic-stricken as if they were bereaved, and they were running like wolves and elephants, unable to distinguish what was going on. On the outskirts of the city center, on highways and bridges, there were enemy corpses and mecha wreckage everywhere. The two important towns were finally returned to the hands of the Fiji Alliance.

With the rolling iron flow of a total of fourteen Fei League divisions, it spread in all directions along the intercity highway between the two towns. The retreat route for the main force of Belif's northern cluster has been cut off!

Now, all we have to do is wait for Chen Fengxi's order. The Fei League reserve troops who have been waiting behind Sunset Mountain for a long time will be like tigers descending from the mountain and launch a final fatal blow to the enemy!

Everyone is waiting quietly.

Pierre stood next to Chen Fengxi, raising his head and gritting his teeth. You can vaguely see the veins twisting and twisting in your temples. His whole body was trembling slightly because of the uncontrollable excitement.

Two meters away to the left, Margaret was much calmer. She gently held onto the railings of the podium, her eyes dim, and she didn't know what she was thinking. An Lei stood side by side with her. The two girls' curvy bodies, wrapped in uniforms, looked even more beautiful and graceful, like two elegant and fragrant orchids.

This world is made of blood, fire and steel. Because of their existence, they still maintain a softness after all.

On the right side of the command podium were Bratt, Fei Owen and other bandit generals as well as a group of senior officers from the Leifeng Star Front. The light from the electronic sand table in front of them shone on these soldiers who stood solemnly. Reflecting the fire-like intensity in their eyes.

This flame is burning brightly.

it's time to

Chen Fengxi took a deep breath, and there was a loud noise on the radio.

He leaned forward and ordered word by word: "The general attack begins!"

The low voice echoed in the hall, like a charge horn that gradually grew louder.

After a brief silence, the entire command center erupted with a bang. Everyone seemed to be resurrected from their petrified state. There is no worry, no anxiety, no worrying about gains and losses before, at this time, there is only one goal!

Hundreds of staff officers were in chaos. The sounds of crackling keyboards, running footsteps, roars, reports, and calls are endless.

Diana, Isaac and Garfield stood on the second floor platform of the command hall.

"We seem to have missed something. Diana's expression was gloomy, and there was an indescribable weakness in her tone.

Adrok lowered his head and looked grim.

Garfield let out a long sigh.

They witnessed the birth of a miracle but failed to participate in it.

"Kill them!" In front of the console downstairs, a staff officer was holding a communicator and yelled at the unit liaison officer in front.

"Understood! Look at us!" A vicious voice came from the communicator.

"Damn it!" A Chuckna superior soldier kicked the stone away from his feet and quickly spun around in circles like a fighting beast in a cage.

Beside them, countless Chakna mechas and soldiers had already assembled, and the team spread to the far end of the jungle.

Everyone tilted their heads. Sunset Mountain, less than ten kilometers away, shone one after another in front of the soldiers' eyes, rising like a volcanic eruption.

The gun barrel and the sound of the gun roared along the land, passed through the woods, and poured into everyone's ears. It was so irritating that everyone's eyes were red.

Of the reserve teams of twenty divisions, except for three divisions that were lucky enough to be transferred to the Sunset Mountain defense line in batches, the rest arrived at the assembly point. He was strictly ordered to wait where he was.

For these Chakna warriors, it was an unbearable ordeal.

Everyone knows how brutal the battle at Sunset Mountain was.

A regiment was pulled up, and in less than an hour it was all gone, and a position had just been repaired. Within a few minutes, it turned into a shallow, ragged trench. .

The comrades guarding Sunset Mountain rushed out of the trenches over and over again and died together with the enemy. They drove the mecha and rolled together with the enemy. They rushed to a position less than twenty meters away from the enemy mecha with portable energy cannons and fired. They rolled the bundled fusion grenades at the feet of the enemy mecha.

The position was stained red by blood, the soil was removed by artillery shells, and then stained red by blood again. In the end, the crater that exploded when each shell fell, and the soil that was lifted up like water splashes, was filled with the red color that penetrated deep into the ground.

From day to night, from night to dawn. At least three entire divisions of soldiers remained on this blood-stained highland forever.

The tragedy at Sunset Mountain made the eyes of the soldiers who gathered in the rear waiting for orders turn red and red.

They could not use their imagination to describe what a hellish scene it was like on the ever-shining hilltop.

They only knew that there stood the Chakna children raised in this land. They used their hot chests and young lives to crush the enemy's attack. As long as one of them is alive and breathing, the enemy will not be able to break through Sunset Mountain.

In addition to these Chakna warriors, the most admirable ones are those warriors known as the bandit army.

These mecha warriors from the Leray Federation and the free world of Mars are the mainstay of the entire defense line! Although a whole special battalion. As of now, there are only less than a hundred mechas left. But it was them. Let the arrogant judge not be able to take a step beyond the limit!

They are the most dazzling stars on the Sunset Mountain defense line. Their figures fighting bloody battles in the smoke of gunpowder inspire all Chakna warriors.

A faint sound of flute sounded.

The veteran playing the flute leaned against the roots of a tree. The whining sound of the flute, amidst the roaring gunfire, was intermittent.

Soldiers from the same company silently gathered around and listened quietly. Everyone bit their lips and clenched their fists.

They know that this is an ancient farewell song of Chakna.

What the veterans send is not the wanderers who have left home, but the heroic souls of Sunset Mountain!

The bandit army has completed a miraculous strategic detour, and this battle has reached the final moment. The soldiers who have been waiting here for a long time are finally going to the battlefield.

The soldiers at the front won the chance of victory with their sacrifices. The fallen comrades are now on Sunset Mountain, and their heroic souls are not far away.

They will hold on tightly to this opportunity and never let it slip away!

The flute sound stopped as the electronic sound of each mecha's communicator came and went.

The soldiers turned their heads and saw their company commander taking off the headphones from his head.

The young company commander narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze like a knife.

Set off!

On the battlefield, there is a wolf lotus root

The debris all over the ground burned with a roar, and plumes of black smoke rose up. The blackened craters are one after another, one inside another. The metal bullet-proof walls and explosion-proof shelters have been torn into pieces of broken metal.

The corpses of soldiers from both sides were scattered all over the position.

The corpse of a Seuss fighter lay softly on the charred remains of the mecha. His lower body had been burned, and his chest was bloody and bloody. Only one face is still clearly distinguishable. Under the golden eyelashes, the light blue eyes were wide open, with a hint of emptiness and despair.

Two meters away from him was the wreckage of an Adjudicator mecha.

The arrogant steel Spartan warrior's neck was broken, a big hole was opened in the streamlined armor on his chest, one of his legs that was blown off was missing, and his left hand was broken at the joint. There is only one connecting rod left, bent in a strange posture.

The coffin-like cockpit slid out of the big hole in the chest. The green nutrient solution in the cabin had already leaked completely, and the pilot's pale face lay on the charred earth, his mouth wide open. The silver-white metal head on the back of the head makes this face look very strange.

Next to it, thousands of wreckage and corpses were spread out into the distance.

There are those from the Soos Army, there are those from the Adjudication Army, there are those from the Chakna Army, and there are those from the Bandit Army. Soldiers from both sides of the war were entangled and fell on the hillside less than two kilometers wide.

Some people were left with broken limbs and broken arms, and pieces of broken flesh and blood were scattered everywhere. Others still keep their remains intact.

Some people are lying down, some are curled up. Some people were kneeling on the ground with their heads on the ground, while others were leaning on the mecha, still standing.

Although the attacking Western troops had just retreated, there were still sporadic shells falling on the position. Mud, human body parts, and steel fragments rushed into the sky like water splashes in the explosion.

The clouds in the distance are blood red.

Stiller sat on the dirt floor of the trench and let the medics wrap up his wounds. The wound was on the leg, and the enemy punched him fiercely, smashing the mecha's console. If he hadn't retreated quickly, his leg would have been more than just a cut of more than ten centimeters long by the console. The wound was so deep that the bones could be seen, because there was no medical cabin, and even the anesthetics had been used up. Checking who was squatting on the ground The Kerner medic could only bandage Stiller briefly.

"Sir, you need to go downstairs for treatment." The medical soldier poisoned the gauze, gave Stiller another injection, and said seriously while packing the medical kit. ! Sichuan Fanche took the cigarettes that the bandit soldier Zhan Shiti had asked for, took a hard sip, and shook down six of them.

"Sir!" The medical soldier became anxious and shouted loudly: "Your injury has already damaged your bones. If you don't use the medical cabin as soon as possible to perform nano-repair, you will be lame!"

In the dilapidated trenches, dozens of Chakna warriors were attracted by the cries of the medics. A captain turned around and walked over.

"What are you afraid of?" Stiller chuckled: "I don't need my feet to control the mecha. As long as my hand is not broken and the person is not dead, I won't go down."

As he said that, he patted the medical soldier on the shoulder: "I'm fine now, you go help others."

The medical soldier was obviously a stubborn guy. Hearing what Stiller said, his face flushed anxiously: "Sir

Stiller pinched his shoulder hard, stopped his nagging, and said calmly: "I have lost most of my entire special battalion here. Brother, open your eyes and see, who among the bandits is responsible?" Did you get into the line of fire with such an injury?"

Stiller's words made all the Chakna warriors next to him have red eyes.

The captain who walked up to him originally wanted to help persuade him, but in the end he shut his mouth and lowered his head in silence. .

Beside Stiller, there were more than a dozen bandit pilots. Including those in other trenches, the total number would not exceed one hundred.

As Stiller said, among the more than 400 pilots in the special battalion, not one of them retired due to minor injuries. Half of them died in the deadly battle with the Judge, and more than a hundred of them fought until the mecha was reduced to scrap metal, and then they drove the micro mecha back to their position.

These soldiers who lost their mechas were forcibly sent away from their positions under the orders of the frontline headquarters.

Each of them is a fighter of level 10 or above. In any country, they are national treasures that are strictly protected! Not to mention the hundreds of people, even the loss of one would make the army generals in the military headquarters beat their chests and feet in pain.

The captain personally escorted the two bandit soldiers who lost their mechas down. He clearly remembered how the two soldiers who had just retreated to the trench picked up portable machine guns and wanted to join the battle like infantry. He also clearly remembered their red eyes.

With three Chakna soldiers holding one hostage, he kidnapped two bandit pilots.

Along the way, the two bandit pilots kicked and beat each other. Struggling like crazy. When they were unwilling to leave their companions, the captain still felt a sore nose when he thought about it.

Who said this is just a group of militiamen with strong combat capabilities?

They are the real warriors!

Even the soldiers under his command are like this. The captain couldn't persuade the special battalion commander in front of him to go for treatment. To insist on any persuasion would be an insult to the battalion commander.

From the faint look in Stiller's eyes, the captain knew. This battalion commander never thought about leaving alive.

This is a typical LeRae guy. He has the indifferent nature of Lele people. Half of his men fell here. Even if he died, he would not let the remaining forty or so Adjudicators break through this line of defense.

As long as he is looking for something, as long as there is an enemy standing in front of him, life and death are as insignificant to him as a fart.

The ear is

The captain looked painfully at the bandit pilots in the trench.

These pilots were either sitting or standing, closing their eyes to meditate, or smoking cigarettes. Each person's body was wrapped in blood-soaked gauze, and they were as scarred as the mecha beside them.

The long-term and high-intensity fighting has made these bandit soldiers exhausted and out of shape. Their cheeks seemed to have lost weight all of a sudden, and their eyes became enlarged due to drooping eyelids. The whites of the eyes could not be seen, they were all covered with bloodshot eyes.

Only those who have seen the Judges with their own eyes know how terrifying it is to fight against them.

Ordinary mechanics, let alone fighting, can't even resist one or two moves. The gap between the two sides. There is simply no way that passion or desperate thoughts can make up for it.

The only ones who are qualified to fight their opponents are the gangster pilots in front of them. Yes, they have been fighting tooth and nail since the beginning of the fight. The performance of the cyan mechas was obviously not as good as the opponent's twelfth generation mechas, and their hand speed was not as good as those of the Arbitrator mechas.

Facing the enemy's offensive like the Yangtze River, they can only stop the opponent with all their strength.

It's okay to work hard once or twice. If you muster up the courage and your mind is blank, it's okay to work hard for a minute or two. However, who can withstand more than ten hours of life-defying fighting? !

Disadvantages in mecha performance and hand speed. It requires double physical exertion to make up for it. When a person is extremely tired and still continues to fight, the pain is unimaginable to ordinary people. Without an iron will, I would never have been able to persist until now.

The captain didn't know how the gangster pilot survived. After every fight, they looked as if they had just been fished out of the water, and their bodies were soaked with sweat. His face was pale and his lips were purple, as if he might fall over and fall unconscious at any time.

But when the enemy rushed up again, they rushed forward vigorously, using their dazzling control skills to fight with the enemy.

The battle loss ratio of two to one made the bandit special battalion seem to be at a disadvantage.

However, as long as everyone thinks of the battle in Catalonia that was led by ten Arbitrators, they will understand what a great victory it was to kill nearly two hundred Arbitrators!

This was a serious blow to the Binart Empire. It is the destruction of the myth of the invincibility of the Judge.

This news was enough to make tens of millions of people from the Filipina Union take to the streets and celebrate with singing and dancing for three whole days!

But now, the soldiers who created this miracle are sitting quietly in this muddy trench. Their commander holds a cigarette that has been burned to the bottom in his hand and sucks it from time to time. From time to time, he gets nervous due to the pain in his calf. He grinned and spat.

The captain and his subordinates exchanged a sad look.

The bruised mecha in the trench made them worried.

No one knows how many people will be left in the bandit army during the next attack. The enemy has gone crazy. The leading Arbitrator mecha attacked the position almost frantically. At least twenty or thirty bandit pilots died under his command.

During the last attack, when the enemy retreated like a tide, he was still rushing towards the position. In the end, several judges desperately pulled him down.

Next time, when that bastard rushes into position again, how many of the less than a hundred bandit soldiers will be left?

On the opposite hilltop, the troops gathered in Xiyue can be vaguely seen.

The Sussians, who had suffered a bloody blow on the Sunset Mountain defense line, had already used their last strength.

Mechas with no traces of gunpowder smoke on their bodies appeared on the top of the mountain. The serial numbers on the mecha's shell were completely different from those of the attacking troops before.

This is the new force of Seussians. One regiment, two regiments, and three regiments. In just ten minutes, the hidden observation posts at high places were able to distinguish five different numbers.

With nearly two armored divisions concentrated on a front less than two kilometers wide in Shengdao, the enemy commander was obviously crazy.

He is prepared to pay for it with his life!

Excluding the huge heavy-duty mechas and medium-sized mechas, most Sussian individual mechas are more than four meters wide. The necessary space for running and fighting must be at least ten meters. Otherwise, congestion and collision will occur.

In a normal battle, even in the densest formation, the safe distance between mechas and mechas must be maintained at about 18 meters. For skirmishers attacking high ground, this distance needs to be widened. .

The front of the Sheng position is less than two thousand meters wide. If it were a normal attack, one row could only accommodate a hundred mechas to rush in at the same time.

But now, the enemy has dispatched five regiments and nearly 10,000 mechas.

This means that even if there are four hundred mechas packed into each row, the enemy's attack line will exceed twenty skirmisher lines. The mecha rushing at the front didn't even have room to dodge. They could only keep rushing forward and swarming towards the entrance position. If you pause for a moment, you will be overwhelmed by the torrent behind you.

When the Xijiao mechas in front fell down row by row under the intensive firepower of the mouth position. The companions behind them will fill their positions and continue to move forward. As long as there are enough numbers and enough sacrifices, they can rush into the position.

This is the most primitive form of offense.

It is also this extremely tragic battle that has lasted until now. The most efficient way.

The captain's face turned pale at this moment.

The position he was responsible for was only fifty meters wide. He mobilized all the mechas from the hidden trenches behind, plus a dozen bandit mechas. He was not sure he could withstand the enemy's attack.

The headquarters has just added two battalions to Edge Highlands. Even if Lixuan asks for help now, it will be difficult for troops to move up in a short period of time.

Is this battle going to end like this?

The captain turned his head and looked at Stiller, and both of them smiled at the same time.

Before they could give the order, the soldiers were busy.

They put all the weapons they could use into shooting positions. The mechas that could move all started their engines. The soldiers hiding in the trench ran forward as hard as they could. Several wounded soldiers pulled the fusion grenades together and tied them up like gold.

A desperate atmosphere spread silently. Everyone is silently preparing for the final battle.

On the opposite hilltop, the Xijiao mecha has begun its final preparations before the attack.

Several mechas with officer logos were running back and forth on the attack position. Sussian mechas strode forward one after another and entered the attack queue.

On the hilltop on the far left, hundreds of Suss mechas have slowly poured out of their position. In the center, dozens of black Adjudicators appeared in view.

"Sir". The captain handed Stiller a cigarette and said, "Let us go first this time. We can't hold it anymore, so you can go ahead."

"What?!" Stiller's eyes narrowed.

"Those bastards on the other side are crazy. We don't want to be like them." The captain risked his life and smiled: "Sir, your General Tian has probably conquered Qixing Town and Xiushuihe Town. It won't be long before our main force... It’s time to launch a counterattack.”

The clouds in the sky were as red as blood.

The captain's face, amidst the smoke of cigarettes, was calm and calm: "This is the land of the Chakna people, and we will keep your love for a lifetime. If you can survive, when the Allied forces counterattack Leray, my brothers will repay you. Well, but now, I need your help to hold the last line of defense.

The Chakna soldiers in the trench gathered around the captain silently.

"If we die, it's up to you." The captain looked around, exchanged a calm look with his brothers one by one, smiled, and stretched out the lighter in front of Stiller.

A small flame danced in front of Stiller's eyes.

On the opposite hilltop, a tidal wave of enemies has spread down the mountainside. The roar of the artillery groups on both sides was like a train going into a hole, and it was heart-rending in the sky.

Stiller put the cigarette in his mouth to the lighter, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"If you die, I will give you a mark"

Before the word "hate" came out of Stiller's mouth, suddenly, he heard a loud charge horn coming from behind the mouth position.

A series of short sounds is followed by a long sound.

That was Chuckner's Charge.

Looking back, there are battle flags flying all over the mountains and plains.

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