Counterfeit Hero

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Jeremiah Banning has always been proud of having the same surname as Nanning ’s first general Banning. That was his idol, he dreamed that he could become such a big man.

However, Jeremiah himself knew that apart from the same surname, there was really no difference between him and the famous general who made waves. At twenty-two, he was just a captain of the Extreme Mercenary Corps. With a meager salary, he performs some daily work as a bodyguard or transport **** for the rich. After the outbreak of genre wars, the mercenary regiment ’s income has been cut off, and companions with nowhere to go can only be screwed together. With the gun in their hands and the food materials stored in the regiment, they occupy a few blocks and struggle. day.

Along the street, patrolling the sentry, Jerimea returned to the trench at the crossroads. Tattered sandbags, rudimentary combined armor bulletproof walls, crooked isolation nets, old rusty mechas ... Jeremyya wondered whether such a position could block a mech charge .

There was heavy rain the day before yesterday, and the low-lying position in the trench was still dry. The whole tunnel looked cold and wet. Stepping on the muddy feet, Jeffrey returned to his team's pothole. The black hole, supported by some unpeeled wood, was twisted and twisted into the bulletproof wall of the thick soil layer, because the mud on the wall of the pit was washed by rain and exposed a corner, mixing with the surrounding hollow The roots of dirt and some unknown plants are ugly.

Listening to the snoring, grinds and coughing through the hole, Jeremy stopped. Thinking of the grave-like environment inside, he could not help cursing a few words, thinking that he should turn around on the street a few more times, instead of returning here inexplicably.

Leaning against the pit wall and lighting a cigarette, Jerimea looked up at the space city around the intersection. In the night, these big guys who couldn't see the top at a glance stood silently. Because there is no energy supply, the residents of the space city have already moved away, leaving only empty cities.

Without energy, there would be no ecological balance and circulation system, and no suspension elevator. Even the auxiliary power grid has been broken. The wind power generated by the building itself cannot maintain the operation of the Space City.

Jerimaya never went to the building. Now, there is a stench of smell in the building, and the ecosystem is stopped. Inside, it is hell. Moreover, I heard that some people died inside. No one knows in which room the rotten corpses go. It's disgusting to think about it.

Jeremiah snorted hard and was sad. Even in such a harsh environment, there are still a small number of people living like mice in some places at the bottom of the space city. They have nowhere to go. Such days will continue, and it won't take long for the stench to spread to the streets.

Turning his head and looking at the west, Jeremy sighed. That is the direction of Provincial Town, everyone knows that compared to the current Central City, it is simply a paradise. Jeremyah did n’t know what the leader was hesitating about. In these blocks, the food and energy that could be found had been emptied, and the supplies stored in the group had bottomed out. Staying here, besides waiting for death, does it have other meanings?

If you have listened to everyone's advice early, follow the flower-shaped door that you borrowed from here to get to Pro Town ....... Even if it is just a low-level army, at least you can mix food and clothing. It is far better than working here half-deadly now.

The blue-blue smoke turned around in the lungs, sprayed in the air, and turned grayish white. Once Jeremiah ’s thoughts were transferred to Prov Town, he could n’t easily leave.... In the free world for so many years, he has seen all kinds of people. The world is seemingly free, but the hidden rules can drive everyone who does not understand the world and tries to make a big move.

But the one on the west side is really a miracle.

Coming out with bare hands, in the Phantom Stream Mecha Hall, a man threw a dozen combatants and dozens of mecha fighters of Tai Liu to take a **** photo to threaten Cooper, but eventually became the elder of Tai Liu, Pro The curator of the branch ... These are no longer secrets, but when Jeremiah first saw the inside story spread online, he still laughed his chin. The fat man, who looked very honest, turned out to be an asshole.

Everyone knows the following things. In just a few days, this guy even sold out and ignited the barrel of gunpowder that had long been contradicted among the genres.

Then, with 120 black mechas across the town of Provo, a genre mutual aid alliance was formed, assaulting Silicon Valley, and four factions came to vote. The town of Provo seemed to have completed a gorgeous turn overnight. From a fat man with a single-handed horse to a commanding hero, this means of turning the hand over the cloud to cover the rain, makes people dumbfounded.

There is no room for favor among the three major schools, but the sinister Northern Business Alliance takes advantage. Now, the only thing that can compete with the Northern Business Alliance, except for the Longxing meeting, whose head is not dead, is only the Pro Town gangster that has grown at a lightning speed in the west.

The thumb and **** flicked, and the cigarette butts in the hand flew out of a bright red arc in the dark night, and fell into the muddy muddy water.

Jeremiah smiled bitterly. As a peripheral student who had studied in Tailiu for two periods, he really hoped that the fat man was not the curator of Pro Town, but the curator of the Xiqi District where he was, if that was the case, Perhaps, now, I will not be so painful and confused about the future.

This planet will be a bandit. This is the position Jeremiah has always adhered to.

He is not a strategist, nor can he analyze the situation. He only knew that the bandits started with bare hands, and their achievements far surpassed the long-stored Northern Business Alliance. Moreover, as long as we compare the ruined and miserable appearance of the Central City with the vitality of Provincial Town, the people's backs are enough to make him stick to his position almost persistently.

Hopefully, his head can make a decision earlier.

The central city will soon become a dead city. Hunger, epidemic, slaughter ... This hell, he didn't want to stay anymore.

Drowsiness finally showed signs of erosion.

Jerimea found an excuse for drilling into the hole. Before entering the pothole, he inadvertently looked up at the sky ...

He grew his mouth wide and his eyes straightened ...

A shadow, like a ghost, rushed from the sky to the vertical wall of a space city, and stuck there like a gecko. After staying silently for a second, it jumped forward, and its body shot away to another space city. This time, instead of stopping, it took a turning point and rushed to the third space city .. ...

Behind it, there are dozens of dazzling black shadows, they jump through the sky and fly between the space cities. Like a flying bat, their amazing jumping power led them to jump from this building to that building, climbed on the outer wall of the building, and just kicked their legs ....... After a while, everything Disappear into the darkness,

The gun in Jerimea fell to the ground. He rubbed his eyes vigorously. There was nothing in the sky except the towering space city and the stars ...

Jeremiah looked back and looked around for any other companions who saw the same scene to prove that he was not dazzling or insane ... That degree of flexibility, at that height ... . Is that mech or a fighter in mech?

Where do they come from and where are they going?

Time to sleep!

Jeremyah shivered and quickly burrowed into the hole. He knew that there were some things that were still considered as good. As long as no shells fell on his head, it wouldn't matter to him. Tomorrow to continue to find the leader, he must be determined to go to Pro Town, with the few rusty and broken mechs in the regiment, in this world, it can't be mixed up!

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Markwich assembled the team as soon as he received the fat man's order.

He repeatedly read the battle plan and the whole battle situation from the fat man three times. He knows that this general defense battle will be an extremely arduous test for the SM three regiments who first set foot on the battlefield.

The enemy's five-way offensive was distributed in the southeast and northwest of Provincial Town. If it was not the first time the colonel ordered the contraction of troops to defend the Third Ring Road, just running back and forth would make the three regiments tired and half dead, not to mention fighting.

The current North Union armed forces are no longer the kind of armored regiment that attacked Pro Town. The mecha energy combat system and electronic mecha supported by the Suzie Empire have increased their combat level by more than one grade, and long-term combat has also turned these guys who had only training experience into bloodthirsty and ruthless. soldier.

In addition to being inferior to the North Alliance in combat experience, the three regiments also faced another problem-fatigue!

In the fat man's combat plan, this issue was highlighted.

The fatigue faced by the three regiments is not only physical but also psychological. Any recruit, after experiencing the first large-scale battle, seeing blood killing for the first time, and the first **** victory, there will be a certain period of excitement, but if this period of excitement remains too long, it will follow The fatigue period will become more serious.

This is inevitable. The best solution is to have a rest time after the battle, rely on the psychological adjustment of human beings, change the mental state, and become calm and rational.

However, there is no such time for the three regiments. From now on, no more than thirty-six hours later! Not only that, they also have to constantly transfer, ambush, attack, and travel long distances ... intense, static, and various behavioral environments, which is a huge deal to human will. The test!

When fighting, they may be hyperactive and excessive, and in the course of monotonous travel and ambush, they may also be distracted or even fall asleep. The longer the time, the more serious the situation. And all this directly brings is a substantial weakening of combat effectiveness.

The enemy is robbing time with the bandits, but this time is relative time. The fat man emphasized in the combat plan that if the enemy wants, they can even circumvent or fight, or rely on their command and coordination, with the hammer on the east and the hammer on the west, the initiative is in their hands. The reason why their troops are moving forward steadily. Only when the three regiments have beaten them, and time is running out, will they rush to break the town of Provo before the friendly forces are eaten. Prior to this, the procrastination can also bring down the three regiments.

Therefore, the thirty-six hours in the future are not thirty-six hours for a stable defense, but thirty-six hours for an extremely hard and constant battle. Thirty-six hours of fighting power.

Now, the enemy's fastest offensive is less than a hundred kilometers away from the outer defense of Provincial Town. In the three SM regiments, they must preemptively launch an offensive to fight off the enemy's fingers before the five-way encirclement. This opportunity, only before the enemy touches the Provincial defense line, only this evening, fleeting.

The weather on Planet Mars always said that it would change, and it was still high in the sky just now, but within a few hours, thick clouds piled up in the sky. This is the stray rain cloud that Marst has.

Markwich stopped the mecha on the hillside. In the night, rows of mechas with searchlights on, like flowing stars, rolled past him. From the communication channel, the voices of several commanders such as Kozmo came from time to time.

"Quick! Keep up."

"Keep in formation ... pay attention to the command channel command, don't just chat on the regional channel."

"Don't make a fuss, don't you just kill the three mechas, there are you in front of you!"

"Logistic transport mecha, don't leave behind."

A white light shone into the sky, and the deep thunder rolled through the clouds.

After a while, the big raindrops of the bean fell and cracked down, getting bigger and bigger. In a blink of an eye, the whole world has become a world of water.

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DE-176 public galaxy.

From a distance, it looks like a star like an egg yolk in a black box. Planets of different colors and sizes, floating meteorites, and colorful band nebula in the stellar light are quietly suspended in the universe. To human senses, they are almost static.

Beside a huge dark brown planet, the three satellites rotate silently in their orbits. The side of one of the satellites that always faces the planet is the Red Beard Pirate Base, which is now the base of the Bandit One.

If it weren't for meeting the bandits, Fang Xiang would never be here.

Standing on the high platform of the dock, Fang Xiang and a group of senior Salega officers were staring intently at the ship's position, and a warship was being built.

The whole dock is a busy scene. Hundreds of mechanics and staff are working on the repair rack, and the machine tools and giant shaped stamping devices not far away are making a deafening sound. The transport mecha is running back and forth on the transport channel, and the ship's body flashes dazzling light from time to time.

Among the huge ships, the three cruisers suspended have already taken shape. There is also a battleship, which has also completed structural stereotypes. The empty skeleton stands there, and the 166-meter-high ship hull cannot be accommodated at all. The second-level roof is adopted to solve the problem. After the following structure is completed, the active ship position will sink it to carry out the above work.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. Watching their warships being dismantled and watching them change their face again, there was an unspeakable taste in the Salgar's heart.

They both miss their old baby and look forward to this new lover. More is the respect for the Lere people.

These days, they are always surprised by the genius wisdom of the Lere people, by their fanatical work attitude, and by their perseverance.

Before switching to war, no one would believe that the Lereis were so strong. At that time, in the entire southeast star field, everything related to the military aspect, the Lere people were only the objects of ridicule and ridicule in everyone's mouth. Their soldiers are not like soldiers, and their weapons and equipment are also disdainful. People even suspect that once a battle is fought, does anyone in this country have the courage to shoot the enemy.

The facts gave everyone the answer. After three years of the Great Patriotic War, what people saw was a strong and unyielding Federation of Lere, and what they heard was the deeds of their soldiers. Those Lelei youths who were grinning happily, at the moment of the national crisis, completed their transformation without any prejudice.

Look at the base in front of you, look at these Leray students, scientists, mechanics and warriors, who are far away from the motherland, and all the Salgars are awe-inspiring.

But ... no matter which country there are always some people, it is shameful.

"Sir ......." A Saler and the school stood beside Fang Xiang, hesitant to speak. He looked at Fang Xiang, then looked back at his colleagues next to him, followed their eyes, and cast his gaze on the maintenance rack. Those Lelei people who had forgotten to sleep and sighed for a long time.

Fang Xiang did not look back. She knew what the colonel wanted to say. Just now, the electronic reconnaissance ship sent to the channel to collect information brought back a heavy message-Lere Central Starfield, which was broken by the joint fleet of Sousse and Jeppen. The remaining Lelei Fleet was wiped out after a battle of seventy-three hours.

More than half of the reason for their defeat was because Brody and Hansford, who usurped the regime, refused to provide logistical supplies. The Feiyang Expeditionary Joint Fleet, which assisted defense, failed to reach the combat airspace in time because of the same supply problem. In the final battle, two generals, six lieutenants and twenty-three major generals fell. Among them, the famous general Admiral Snyder and the fourth mixed fleet Lieutenant General Brown.

In this battle, they and the elite of the Federal Space Fleet fell collectively. Commonwealth, sweep away!

The Great Wall of Steel was destroyed by his own hands. This is similar to Tolstoy's sacrifice.

The First Fleet led by Chekov was still hunting outside. In the military duty room, the first person to receive the news was the Salar duty officer, so this news has not been made public.

Fang Xiang did not know to what extent he had to harden his heart before he could tell the Lerei people the news. Looking at the Lelei people who were busy working, she could not speak anyway.

More importantly, she could not pass the news to the fat man who was fighting hard.

She couldn't imagine what happened to these Lelei fighters who were still in desperation and still fighting. Now the central area of ​​Lelei is full of battleships of the West. The army of Sousse and Jeppen is preparing to land in their capital. No one knows and cares about everything they do here.

If you are yourself, it will definitely collapse!

But don't you say yes?

"Help me connect with Colonel Chekov and Colonel Hetian ..." Fang Xiang bit his lip. She prayed in her heart that the Lereans could survive this level. In the future, she will fight with them for their own country.

The communication request was put on Mars Planet through a specially set covert relay.

The planet is slowly turning, the star's light, across the rivers and mountains, stretches a little bit on the vast plains. One night is about to pass, and three hours later, the center city will greet the first rays of light before the town of Prov.

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