Counterfeit Hero

The atmosphere in the Phoenix Command was so tense that it felt suffocating.

On the huge Skynet screen is a wide plain. Five hundred bandits were [running rampant], like a small black reef. On the opposite side, there was an endless formation of Suss armored clusters.

Is "General Tian doing this" too impulsive? "A staff officer hesitated, and finally said to his companions with some worry. His voice was not loud, but in the silent command hall, it seemed extremely clear.

Seeing other people around him turn their attention to him, the staff officer's face turned red. He tried desperately to explain something, but finally simply shut his mouth tightly.

No wonder he raised such a question. In fact, from the perspective of anyone, the strategic deployment of the sunset in the west is very scary.

The enemy's main force in the northern cluster had just been surrounded by the net, and the main force of the Allied forces in Sunset Mountain had already launched a full counterattack. It was time to gather the enemy together and annihilate them in one go. However, the current line of the intercity highway is completely undefended except for the 501 devil mechas standing on the hillside!

It was a passage ten kilometers wide.

The channel crosses the Fifth Resource Highway and extends to the northwest mining area. Three divisions of the 33rd Army and two Chakna Armored Divisions gave way west of the Fifth Resource Highway. The three Chakna armored divisions originally deployed along the east side of the resource highway also gave way to the passage.

The four divisions of the central force under Bellev are advancing rapidly along this empty passage.

Judging from the secret reports obtained by Skynet, they have divided into four divisions and spread to both wings of the passage. Cover the main force. If they hadn't taken into account the fact that the two wings of the Philippine Alliance forces might close the door and beat the dog in real time, I'm afraid they wouldn't have spent half an hour. You can join Langman.

Once the two armies joined together, the total strength would be thirteen divisions. It is already roughly equal to the Allied forces in this area. If they could hold this passage for eight hours, at least half of the main force of the Northern Cluster besieged in Sunset Mountain would escape. This will have a great impact on the next battle.

However, except for this counselor who was talking but not meaning, no one expressed their worries.

Order. It was personally ordered by bandit army lieutenant general Tian Xingjian. Tragic loss of the 1st Division Special Forces Battalion. This fat lieutenant general with a simple, confused and approachable face turned into an angry black bear. The entire command hall heard the regret and anger contained in his deep voice. It was like the heart-stopping hissing sound when the fuse of a dynamite pack was ignited.

Everyone knew what the fat man wanted to do. I also know that at this time, any persuasion is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. You don't need to look at the fat man, just look at the clenched teeth of the bandit generals in the command hall, their cold eyes like knives and the jumping veins on their foreheads, you can tell how the bandit army is feeling at the moment.

These are a bunch of ruthless people. For this group of desperadoes, if anyone cuts them, their usual approach is to kill the opponent!

Following the counselor's unintentional words, many people focused their attention on Margaret.

This girl with long pale golden hair, pure temperament, and a hint of charm between her eyebrows is the dream lover of all men, a mixture of devil and angel, and the leader of the bandit army in this command hall. . Her stunning beauty, her military talent and her identity make every young man yearn for and feel ashamed of herself.

After hearing what the staff officer said, Margaret smiled lightly. His eyes flickered on the faces of the embarrassed staff officer, Chen Fengxi and others, and then returned to the Yaowang screen.

"Whatever he wants to do, he will do it. Revenge for our soldiers," she said lightly, but the words coming out of her delicate petal-like lips were as cold as ice, "even if he stabbed the sky down."

This faint voice was like a thunderstorm. The Fei allies present felt their hearts agitated. In their excitement, they were even a little jealous of the soldiers of the special battalion of the first division of the bandit army.

To be in such a group. There can be a leader like Fatty, a bandit army soldier. How lucky.

They are as close as brothers, and they will retaliate against each other. When one person suffers a loss, everyone rushes forward to fight to the death, even the top commander is willing to put himself at risk, just to launch the most thorough and thorough revenge!

This is a truly cohesive group. This is the army for which a soldier is willing to die through fire and water!

Who the hell dares to mess with such an army and such a group!

On the Skynet screen, the Sussians moved.

Countless Western mechas began to charge along the Zero Gill Highway.

Forty-two black Adjudicators. The rhythm leading this metal frenzy changes from slow to fast, from trot to gallop. The boundless solid land quickly retreated from the mecha's feet. Rolling dust and sand flew up, bending in the wild wind. Then it suddenly flew away and turned into a herringbone-shaped diffuse gray-yellow between the sky and the earth.

"Reinhardt!" the fat man shouted loudly. He was still squatting on the ground, but the mecha's body was leaning forward slightly.

Enemies are coming. Already just a short distance away, he could already see the golden logo on the chest of the Arbitrator running at the front. And that ferocious steel face.

At this moment, Fatty remembered the awe and envy of the soldiers of the First Division Special Battalion who looked at him during the scraping training; he remembered the young faces; he remembered that when he was attacked, these guys rushed in without saying a word. The look of a big fight at the 31st Army Base; I think of the longing expressions of the old couple when they were chatting and talking about their wishes and ideals...

A heartbreaking pain struck him instantly.

Fatty, who had never been strong, suddenly started crying. Tears burst from my eyes unbridled.

"You're a bastard!!!" The fat man's roaring voice echoed across the plains. The broken mecha kicked the ground suddenly, and the auxiliary thrusters were turned on at the same time, like a crazy leopard, bursting out with all its strength. Electricity shot out from the small soil slope!

Well come! Reinhardt rushed forward with red eyes and punched out both fists. That bastard sound tore open the most secret scar in his heart!

The two mechas were moving towards each other at a speed that exceeded the human visual nerve response. All that could be seen were two black shadows, flashing through the air, until a huge metal collision suddenly sounded. The dust on the earth. Only then did two straight traces appear out of thin air in the howling wind. It was like waves broken by a high-speed speedboat, flying after the mecha and filling the air. .

This terrifying speed made everyone nearby tremble. Is this the battle between the top mecha warriors of this era?

"kill!"

Five hundred black devil mechas followed Fatty. Crash into a Suss armored cluster headed by forty-one Arbitrators.

On the plain, a metal storm rose from the ground. Amidst the howling wind and thunder, the warriors on both sides looked like two groups of ferocious lions. Roaring and biting, people fell on their backs for a while!

There was a loud "boom", and the figures of Fatty and Reinhard finally appeared on the retina. The attack they launched in an instant exploded the air. Circles of shock waves blew out in a circular shape. Because the dust and sand could not keep up with the speed of the strong wind and shock waves, they flew together under the force of different directions. .

After dozens of offensive and defensive moves were exchanged in an instant, the two vehicles collided violently. Each flew backwards.

"Death!" Reinhardt shouted wildly as soon as the net hit the ground.

Judgment, the mecha's slender body flashed in the air and disappeared, only to see an iron fist like a fiery red meteor emerging from hell, piercing the space with a stunning light and heading straight for the fat man's face.

"Death to your mother! You bastard!" The fat man backflips to the ground. With a kick of his feet, he shot out like an arrow from a string. The moment when the speeding mecha reaches its maximum speed. Suddenly it rose into the air, like an iron ax thrown forward with all its strength, spinning through the air and kicking Reinhardt in the chest.

The punch and kick collided in the air, making a deafening sound. A series of sparks from the collision of gold and iron flashed in the air one after another. The air expelled by the fists and feet, with a harsh scream and dust, rushed toward the center of the battle group. Before it could squeeze in, it was knocked out with a series of air explosions like cannons.

hard. On the road surface, cracks spread like winding lightning, and large and small stones rose into the air when the two mechas smashed down, and then turned into flying stone powder in the wind of fists.

There was a cold snort, and Reinhard fell to the ground and knelt down, ruling, and the black knees hit logic like cannonballs."

This collision was as fast as thunder and lightning. The standard hand speed of 85 movements per second explodes instantly, making people feel that it is inevitable and unstoppable.

Seeing that the decision was about to hit logic, the fat man suddenly changed his tactics at the critical moment. The quick punches and electric kicks like a violent storm suddenly turned into catkins in the drizzle and spring breeze. He pressed his hands on Judgment's knees, flipped over lightly and jumped into the air. "Logic," kicked out his legs like a barrage of lightning, covering them with lightning speed. With the force of his ears, he ran towards Judgment's chest.

This incredible action made the surrounding Seuss mechas pale in horror. No one had ever thought that a mecha weighing dozens of tons could be so light, which completely subverted their cognition. But Reinhardt was all too familiar with Fatty's weird manipulation skills. He blocked all Logic's kicks with his fists. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged hundreds of moves. The sound of hundreds of collisions was like the rapid drumming of war drums in the frenzied fighting group. One hundred of the five hundred went out to entangle the Arbiter, and the rest rushed straight into the Suss mecha group and started a killing spree. Groups of exploding light shone beside the stalking figures of the two mechas. Flames shot up into the sky, and the flying debris turned into a shower of stars.

boom! Judgment and logic collide. Reinhardt, who punched faster and had straighter arms in the fight, knocked back the broken mecha with one punch, then turned his fist into a claw and swung his right arm to grab the fat man's cockpit.

The sound of the wind caused by this sudden attack was as vague as the roar of a tiger. Verdict black arm shell. Turning fiery red due to the friction of the air, the leaf-shaped arm guard rotated, and the circular energy shield on it pulled out a messy blue afterimage in the air, like a dandelion blown away by the wind under fluorescent lights.

The steel claw roared and the fat man gritted his teeth. His body retreated sharply.

After undergoing the transformation, Reinhardt controlled the frequency. Sure enough, it exceeded the standard of eighty-five movements per second. Such strength. It’s almost god-level!

There is no one in this world whose hand speed can exceed 80 movements per second. Even though there are a few war gods in the universe who are above level 12. The hand speed is also under eighty!

As early as after the Arbiter was captured in the Mars Mecha Fighting Competition, bandit scientists conducted research on human body modification. In addition to capturing brain signals and imitating the Arbitrator to develop an auxiliary control system that uses brain waves and visual sensing systems to improve mecha control, the Arbitrator's real weakness has not been found.

If there is a weakness, it may be that the judge is not competent enough. Unable to exert the full performance of Judgment and Mecha!

Reinhardt, whose control frequency is as high as 85 movements per second, has been perfectly integrated with the Judgment Mecha. Whether it's movement, Qinjian's explosive power, Huan's agility when changing directions instantly, or the frequency of his attacks, he's impeccable. Man and mecha seem to be born together, connected by flesh and blood.

Fatty's own hand speed is seventy-three movements per second, and with the bonus of mecha martial arts, he can reach an attack frequency of eighty movements per second. This is already the limit. And after the hand speed exceeds 60 movements, every increase in movement means that the performance of the mecha is brought into full play. This ability to infinitely explore the potential of mechas is the most terrifying thing in mecha duels.

This is also the reason why after the mecha warrior reaches level ten, he will advance by one level every five moves.

If it weren't for the mecha martial arts, if it weren't for the new logic, and if it wasn't for Reinhardt's unimaginable potential in terms of performance, Fatty would be afraid that he wouldn't even be able to sustain two hundred moves!

"Want to escape?"

There was a hint of cold ridicule in Reinhard's voice, and Judgment rushed forward, a steel claw never leaving the fat man's cockpit.

Logic retreated and changed directions several times in succession. It also failed to shake off the verdict.

"You bastard, you bastard, you are a bastard," the fat man suddenly cursed like crazy, and shouted angrily, "I will fight with you!"

The tattered mecha that retreated suddenly suddenly spun forward, stepped to the left of Judgment, and struck a horizontal hammer with a wave of its hand. This punch, with the sound of roaring wind and thunder, was as powerful as a thousand blows. He completely ignored the danger of being exposed to the opponent's claws. It's completely a life-and-death style of play.

"Are you qualified to fight for me?" Reinhardt laughed wildly. .

Back in Mozic, he and the three leaders of the Mythical Legion were beaten up by this fat man and fled in embarrassment. They even had to rely on despicable pushing to escape the humiliation of their lives. At this moment, they completely vented their anger.

He will not die with the fat man. He was going to torture this damn fat man to death bit by bit and make him regret in endless pain. He wanted to take back everything this fat man had taken away. He wants to return to Gacharin and become Gacharin's greatest emperor!

He didn't care at all about the battle at Sunset Mountain. The control frequency of eighty-five movements per second is enough to allow him to gallop freely on Leifeng Star. Even if the Philippine Alliance forces surrounded Sunset Mountain, they could not stop him from leaving.

And now, all he needs to do is kill this fat man! Old one. Jump...8. A different experience!

Reinhard gave up on the inevitable claw and blocked it with his hand on his chest. When he stepped aside to avoid the attack, he was already preparing a kick at his feet.

However, before he could kick it out. The fat man suddenly made a mistake and his logic moved sideways like a ghost. He turned around and kicked one of the judges in the chest.

This leg is too cruel.

The judge, who was still fighting with the bandit pilots, barely made any reaction. The mecha's chest collapsed in an instant, and the body parts mixed with the mecha's flesh and blood and cockpit nutrient fluid, creating a large hole in the back. Shoot out.

Before the people next to him could react, the fat man kept moving and cut off the head of another Judgment with a backhand strike. He then turned around and jumped into the air. He hung the golden hook upside down and kicked the head of the third Judgment. At the same time, with one hand on the ground, Thomas swept down the fourth Arbitrator with a full rotation, and punched it before it hit the ground, beating it to pieces.

These few times the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, with unparalleled speed. Before Reinhard could react, the three Arbitrators had already become the victims of Fatty's men. The fourth Arbitrator, under Logic's punch that shattered a mountain of rocks, crashed to the ground with a bang. The mecha's abdomen was completely shattered, its head and feet turned upward, turning into a "V" on the cracked road.

The original ruling was that the weakness was that it was difficult for pilots to escape. Under this punch, all that was seen was a mass of blood and flesh, and the judge died without even saying a word.

Reinhardt's mind was buzzing. He never expected that after the fat man said "I will fight with you" in a very sad voice, he would duck into the group of Arbitrator mechas.

These Adjudicator warriors were much different from Reinhardt in terms of strength. They were suppressed by a hundred bandit war gods whose combat effectiveness and mecha performance were stronger than them. He was unprepared, and under Fatty's sneak attack, there was no one enemy he could defeat. They were bitten and torn apart by the fat man like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, and he was killed horribly.

What made Reinhardt even more crazy was that the fat man's move looked like he was afraid of death and had to sideways to avoid it, sacrificing the four pilots who had been fighting behind him.

Seeing the two squadron captains and the other remaining adjudicators turning to look at him in astonishment, Reinhardt's heart sank suddenly and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Kill!" A voice soared into the sky.

Following Fatty's sudden attack, five hundred vehicles were rampaging, and they all burst out with a deafening shout. I saw these black devils punching and kicking. The ion dagger's head was pierced with thorns, flying up and down. The Arbitrator was still able to resist the other Suss mechas in front of him. All of them were cut down like melons and vegetables and fell to the ground.

The bursting flames of the mecha flashed one after another. It's heart-warming. In front of these ruthless people with an average hand speed of 65 movements and driving twelve generations of rampant men, the Sussians simply became a bunch of pitiful lambs. The two sides fought for only five minutes, and already twenty Arbitrators and more than 1,500 Suss mechas were turned into burning wreckage.

At the Phoenix City Command, the staff stared blankly at the black color on the screen splitting waves among the Suss mecha group, invincible.

Amid the screams, the statistics in the upper left corner of the screen were constantly scrolling.

1563:0

1572:0

1611:0

It was a row of big red numbers, a bloody massacre!

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