Counterfeit Hero

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The whole Pudi Tuoke is very lively at the moment. Several medium-sized transport ships and hundreds of small transport ships are parked in major bases. Innumerable transport armor and engineering armor, as well as infantry transport vehicles, are busy transporting various materials to the transport ships.

Nearly half of the thousands of strategic material storage warehouses have been transported out. The retreat of non-combatants is also proceeding in an orderly manner. All the mechas and vehicles that were still able to move were gathered together, and under the protection of several remaining infantry battalions, they gradually withdrew in the direction of Fadiq in the northeast.

The temporary headquarters of the Long Line Gang Theater was moved into a heavy command mech that can hold 20 people and was ready to go.

At the moment, in the mech, Nia, who had just rushed back to Pudi Tok, looked at each other head-on. "Assassinated Stephen?" The news made them dizzy for a while.

No matter what level of commander, they usually only focus on strategy and tactics. Issues such as the deployment of the enemy, military strength, combat effectiveness, motility, and logistical supply are the concerns of these commanders who were born in military academies or who have gained power.

In this world, it is suspected that other people's troops are too tenacious, and they flew directly to the commander-in-chief. It seems that only fat people can do it. This guy, from the bones, is not a general at all. There is no one in the world who is more familiar with him than the unreasonable behavior of special forces stealing chickens and dogs.

The battle situation is stuck, the enemy is in the back, right, I have a headache, I have no mistake, since I'm so angry and angry, don't blame me for attacking you! It's nothing like fighting, it's just a matter of telling the monkey to escape and pinch the egg. It doesn't work, it's broken first.

If such a logic of war is placed elsewhere, it is simply a joke. No matter which country, the modern military system first guarantees that the army ’s command system will not collapse because of the death of someone! If the marshal is dead, there will be a general, and if the general is dead, there will be a general.

Who killed it, the planet is still turning. You have to fight, but it's a big delay.

"Is it useful?" Gasl murmured.

After a while of silence, Stewart squeezed his fists and grumbled: "Useful!"

Listening to Stewart's words, everyone looked at each other and thought about it carefully, only to think that in the current situation of Mozic, if the fat man really killed Stephen, he had been struggling to support under the strong attack of the expeditionary army, and there were many problems inside Stephen Group, maybe it really collapsed!

The main reason for this is that, without the banner of Stephen, no matter how powerful the Howard family is, the princes may not be willing to continue to give them the only force in their hands. After all, family force is the guarantee of family interests. No one is a fool, anyone will leave a way for themselves!

Moreover, once Stephen died, what would happen if this battle was won? The Howard family may still be able to make a deal with Reinhardt by virtue of their strength. These families who have made cannon fodder are afraid that there is no room for speech.

The fat man's chaotic stick looks childish. Careful scrutiny really caught the whole battlefield. Regardless of the battle situation, kill the leader first and then look at it. This is the typical rogue style of the fat man who is unreasonable.

The most important thing is that the nineteenth division and the free front do not have to stand in front of the decik armored division, and bear unnecessary sacrifices.

When the fat man assassinated Stephen behind the enemy alone, everyone could not help but worry. No matter how powerful the special forces are, they have no extremely sophisticated plans in advance, no close cooperation between intelligence and combat units, and no considerable luck or sacrifice. It is also extremely difficult to complete such tasks.

The fat man, even sitting alone in a fighter plane, went in.

Nia was angry and worried again. Glancing at Bonnie fiercely, he bit his lip and said: "This fool!"

Just thinking, in front of the central information desk, a military staff report interrupted the heads of thought: "The first flight squadron has approached the airdrop location."

With a hula, the heads of the group gathered around.

Dozens of virtual screens on the central information desk are displaying images of Skynet satellites tracking fighter formations from all angles. Stephen, at the Christels Army base 300 kilometers east of Kacho. Twenty-four [Siren] fighters have approached the wrong range of air interception.

The Stephen Group ’s aerial interception limited the depth of fighter penetration, and at the moment the mistakes have become a huge meat grinder battlefield. Fat people want to reach the base of Christels. The only route is to cross the Jiao Zuo war zone and follow the mountain gorge on the left wing of the No. 6 Resource Highway for more than 200 kilometers!

Just as everyone was in front of the central information desk, the fighter squadron just ushered in a wave of air defense missile blockade. From the perspective of the Skynet satellite, these anti-aircraft missiles flying from the missile base at the rear of the wrong side have burst out of the clouds, just like the same wave of flying fish that suddenly burst out of the sea. Dash to the fighter squadron.

Then, everyone heard a voice that was so familiar that it was no longer familiar.

"Missile! Missile!" The fat man exclaimed with a throat.

"Relax, general." The pilot comforted with a smile.

"........."

"Missile! Missile!" The fat man was terrified.

"I know!" The pilot said irritably.

"........."

"Missile! Missile!" The fat man was still calling.

"Shut up!" The pilot snarled, regardless of rank.

The fighter rolled and the nose suddenly pulled up. With the scream of the fighter engine, the fat man closed his mouth in grievance. Watching the missile on the radar getting closer and closer.

The entire fighter formation was not dispersed until the missile entered the locked area. After launching the induced interception missiles separately, the twenty-four [Siren] gathered quickly into twelve two-aircraft formations, like the same blooming trumpet flower, flying around.

The long-term experience of dealing with missile interception has made these pilots without a trace of panic, all movements are fast and accurate, and the time is not bad.

The missile that has just locked its target, under the obstruction of the high-speed oncoming interceptor missile, is too late to change its direction. A few seconds later, a series of thunderous explosions sounded in the sky. Only a few surviving missiles broke through the induced blockade. However, they have long lost their traces of fighters and can only make a few revolutions in the air, eventually detonating automatically after losing power.

"Missile! Missile!" The fat man cried again.

"Where?" The pilot suddenly became nervous, there was no response on the radar, and he was not in sight. This situation is what every pilot is most afraid of.

"Did it?" Fatty asked, looking curiously.

"........."

The fighter plane swept past the roar of artillery and began to lower its altitude. On the radar, flashing light spots representing the second and third waves of missiles approached quickly.

"It's somewhere ..." The pilot gritted his teeth and pulled down the rear seat ejection valve. The fat man was ejected like a missile. In the scream of the fat man, the fighter plane rose like a hawk.

"Missile, missile!" The pilot murmured.

"Fuck!" The free-falling fat man was in a hurry, and finally pressed the start button of the airborne device in the air less than two hundred meters. With a muffled sound, three mechanical arms like octopus tentacles ejected from the rucksack and quickly fell to the ground.

When the fat man fell to less than thirty meters from the ground, with the three sounds of "grabbing snatching", the mechanical claw at the top of the manipulator arm was already trapped in the soil, and the flexible manipulator began to bend one by one The extremely precise and rapid movement counteracts the gravity of the fat man.

"Oh!" After screaming, surrounded by the central information desk, the few people who watched the fat man land all covered their eyes.

A horizontal branch reached between the three robot arms. Although the fat man who has not yet opened the protective airbag is not falling fast, this is not something his second child can bear. With a click, on the screen, the fat man who had broken a branch, knelt on the ground with his eyes protruding, curled up into a wailing.

"Fat! Are you okay?" Nia almost cried out anxiously and asked after grabbing the microphone.

"It's Skynet monitoring, he can't hear it." Bonnie bit her lip and looked at the wailing fat man with a strange expression on her face, I don't know if it was worried or funny.

For a long time, the fat man finally relieved his breath, and took off his rucksack with difficulty, sitting on the ground with his legs over his stomach.

"Second brother ..." The **** obviously didn't know that the little fart boy pointed most of the Skynet satellites at himself, and for a long time, he lowered his head and pulled away the crotch, pulled out the second son, and looked at the left and right: "Are you OK?"

"Bah!" This scene on the virtual screen made Bonnie's face blush and turn around with a sip. Nia covered her eyes and stomped: "Fatty fat man, you are going to die!"

The group of heads who looked at each other suffocated with blushing and red ears, and finally couldn't bear it. They all laughed one after another, screaming and tearing their tears. In the head of the teacher, I really don't know what to think.

The fat man on the screen looked left and right, looked around, and then rubbed the second son distressedly, and cautiously tucked it back into his crotch. Stand up, use the combat aid on your arm to figure out the direction, and start running all the way to the Cristals base.

The following Skynet image made everyone dare not believe their eyes. All the people who had just laughed in front of the Central Information Station calmed down and opened their mouths one by one, stunned.

I saw that on the virtual screen, the fat man quickly walked across a meadow, touching his hands and feet on the ground and sliding down a small **** with the ground. Immediately after his legs bounced, he jumped over a stream like a sturdy elk, and after a few steps, he ran up a nearly vertical cliff.

The cliff was steep, but the fat man turned a blind eye, his legs were exchanged, and every time he flexed and stretched, his body suddenly jumped up, even on the vertical cliff. Near the top of the cliff, he reached out and grabbed a cane, but no matter how hard he tried, he swung up like an ape.

As soon as he reached the top of the cliff, the fat man let go of the trees and vines. In the exclaimation of everyone, he saw him climbing the cliff with one hand. On a big tree, the group flexed their knees and suddenly kicked. The whole person shot into the jungle like a cannonball. After a few successive jumps, in the blink of an eye, he had ran hundreds of meters in the jungle full of low plants.

Everyone in front of the central information desk was shocked and speechless.

This phantom flashing in the jungle, is really that fat-hearted, stupid looking man? I am afraid that even a leopard can run faster than him!

Six military satellites locked and tracked the same target alternately, and for an hour, everyone looked at the fat man running tirelessly on the virtual screen. From beginning to end, his speed has not slowed down! This is beyond everyone's cognitive scope.

The fat man is a very powerful special soldier. However, special forces are human too! Who can do it at an almost sprinting speed in the mountains and forests for an hour? Moreover, everyone on the scene knows that this is not just a simple run, but also the stealth skills of the special forces. That time suddenly changed direction, disappeared stealth again and again, and flickered again and again, if not locked in advance, if not every two satellites as a group to track from all angles, many times, everyone almost lost him !

This guy is a fat fox wearing a four-color camouflage combat uniform!

"Boom!" A blast from a distance made everyone in front of the central information desk wake up, and everyone understood that this was the first decik unit and the infantry defense line on the outskirts of the city. Immediately, the roar of countless self-propelled artillery and the screams of missile launches sounded, and the entire command armor began to vibrate slightly.

Several regiments headed out and walked out. They had retreated to the periphery of Prsk, and they still needed them to command. Before approaching the mecha cabin door, several people turned back and said to Bonnie: "In a while, we will send the Skynet sync code to us to see when our teacher can run!"

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