Counterfeit Hero

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The first district east of the center city, Evergreen neighborhood.

With the roar of the engine, a red humanoid mech turned from the broken wall of the church that had collapsed halfway down the street corner.

The five-stage iron-grey metal foot of the mech stepped on the broken brick debris of the rugged ruins and made a rattling noise. The external auxiliary transmission rod of the leg stretches back and forth. The red upper body of the mech, under the cushion of the hip and abdomen suspension system, the pace of the random armor fluctuates rhythmically, while the energy muzzle on the shoulder is turned away from the body under the action of the mech computer and mechanical correction The bumpy state always maintains a precise and balanced direction to the suspicious area.

"Safe." Hans Steph reported in the communication channel with a dull and low voice, and then turned the communication volume **** on the helmet to the minimum. To the chattering captain, he was really boring.

Push the joystick and stop the beloved red [gust] at the fountain in the central square of the Evergreen Boys. Steppe opens the forced ventilation system of the cockpit and opens the cockpit cover a little gap, trying to expel the cockpit because of the modified energy The lingering smell of oil left behind when attacking the system.

On the mecha radar, there are no suspicious targets except for the main brigade slowly approaching himself behind him. Stipe lit a cigarette, tilted his head, adjusted the optical observer, and performed routine vigilance observations.

The Evergreen district is one of the oldest districts in the center city, and the little boy ’s round square is the meeting point of the eight main streets around it. The street that extends radially in eight directions, like a huge Chinese character "meter", cuts the entire Evergreen area.

Because the Evergreen area was built before the Mars Free World climate transformation, the lack of tool materials and the factors to match the environmental isolation shield in mid-air made the earliest people who landed on this planet in the most primitive way. Build low-rise houses in this area.

These brick-wooden ancient buildings, so far, have an unusually ancient charm. With the smooth climate change, more and more people have moved to Mars Planet, and the Evergreen area has also expanded to become larger and larger. Eventually, this area was connected to the central area formed by several other shields and became the current central city.

Thousands of years have passed, and the houses here have been rebuilt and repaired, and they are no longer the buildings of those years. However, the planning of the entire district of the architectural style is still intact. When Stipe was a child, he often followed his parents here. The bare-bronze little boy sculpture in the round square fountain and the pigeons in the square are all his best playmates when his parents enter the church and pray sincerely.

As a teenager, the tavern on Zhengnan Street was the place he and his companions liked to visit most. I don't know how many times, because they were not old enough, they were kicked out in disbelief, and cheeky, posing as they had turned 18, got into another tavern until late at night.

But now, all these beautiful memories have become a ruin.

As far as the view is concerned, the houses around the square collapsed into pieces, and the still broken towers were still full of smoky traces. The bluestone streets were covered with broken wood and broken bricks, and the pavement of the original street could hardly be seen. The bronze boy in the central fountain has only half of his body left, and the magnificent church has collapsed by more than half. From the outside, you can directly see the broken wooden benches in the church and the crucifix on the front of the chanting wall. . The South Street Tavern in memory has been destroyed by the war. Now there is an empty piece, only a few broken columns, a ruin of more than one meter high, and a long piece of wild grass has emerged.

Steep looked up into the sky, a pigeon murmured hummingly, fluttering with wings, flying through the gray sky, and flew under the torn roof of the church.

He watched quietly, it was the only thing that survived in his memory. These pigeons have lived here for not knowing how many years, they have been inseparable from here. I don't know, when these animals' smart eyes see this world, will they realize that all this in front of them means a disaster.

Perhaps, without thinking, they are happier than humans in troubled times.

The sound of engines and footsteps sounded, and eleven mechas successively gathered from all directions into a small round square. That was the personnel of the reconnaissance unit, responsible for the brigade forward. Presumably, the survey has been completed for four weeks.

Steep continued to look up at the half-roof of the church. In his view, waiting for the pigeon to appear again was far more important than any other companion.

"This gang of **** Proband bandits." A [gust] parked by the pool, the cockpit door opened, with a pair of triangular eyes, a skinny monkey-like detection team captain jumped out of the cockpit, opened the pants chain and dried up Pee in the sink. He kept scolding and saying: "Let me catch them, they must look good!"

Steep glanced contemptuously at the captain, discarded his cigarette butts, and closed the canopy heavily. To look good to others ... Apart from circling behind others' butts and keeping a careful distance from each other to prevent them from being attacked, the only thing they can do is watch each station being destroyed by others.

The fact that the Fourth Battalion was destroyed has already scared the courage of everyone including the command post. Perhaps, the only one who dares to clamor is this monkey who is used to boasting!

"The third group, go to replace the first group. Pay attention to stay alert." The captain monkey shook his body, pulled the trousers chain, arranged the extended alert task, and turned back to see Steep's mech, a flash in his eyes. Disgusted, waved: "Stup, you also go ..."

Six red mechas started, stepping on the ruined ruins and walking southeast. The narrow streets were already buried by the ruins, and the scattered mechas simply passed between the empty ruins of the houses. Some brick walls fell to the ground with a light touch of the mecha, raising a dust.

Perhaps frightened by the arrival of the mecha, the pigeon that flew into the roof of the half of the church never appeared again. Stepp sighed, started the mecha, and slowly walked between several companions who were leaning on the mecha chatting and smoking, and walked southeast. When he crossed a small hotel building with a big hole in the front wall, he looked back at the church, and in his ear, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the monkey captain and his flattering companions.

Steppe suddenly felt a little sad, he didn't understand why he was so crazy to want to join this army. Starting with an ordinary mercenary, he, like many young people in Mars Freeport, desperately trains and expresses himself, just to join this armored battalion that is almost mythical in their circles.

At that time, they were full of blood, always holding their strength, wanting to prove themselves, want to make achievements!

They believe that there is always a big battle in the free world. That was the only opportunity for them ordinary people who could not become the core disciples of the Mecha genre to overthrow the inherent order of the world, achieve some achievements, and completely defeat the arrogant pilots. They believe that only the North Alliance is the real army, and they persevered in their brutal training for their perseverance and were thrilled for the upcoming war.

Until now, Stepp still remembered whispering about the blood shadow mech regiment with his companions. When he looked at the recruits who didn't know anything, they wanted to surround them and listen. New recruits, this mech regiment, which almost exists in myth, is superficial when it comes to its own. Of course, he remembers more, when he learned that he was selected for training in the blood shadow mech regiment, he could not sleep for a few days when he was excited, and he always kept his head upright while walking on the road. The ridiculous look of envious eyes.

The mech is getting farther and farther from the central square. Looking at the empty ruins, you can vaguely see the second battalion, one company and the second company squadron successively cross the wide gentle **** of the city highland garden two kilometers away, and enter the Evergreen neighborhood. Among the ruins of the building.

Stepp snorted hard.

Now, all mysterious auras of this army are gone.

This is a bunch of inhuman hybrids! And like many people, he is a pitiful insect who is threatened by a hybrid like a monkey captain! At the beginning, he kept telling himself that this was war. Destroying the city and slaughtering all the targets in front of you without hesitation are part of the war.

It wasn't until one day that I learned about the high-level officials of the Northern Alliance, and even the grassroots officers like monkeys, most of them were the Nadmic dynasty and their princes and ministers, the guards of the guards. In the eyes, the life of ordinary people is no different from pigs and dogs. Shooting civilians at will is not necessary for war, it is just because they want to do so.

However, knowing what happened, the battle has reached this point, and I myself have no way out! Steep glanced behind him, perhaps, he should find a chance to give the monkey squad leader who had killed more than a dozen civilians in his own face, a fatal black gun.

After taking over the first squad of extended alert, Stepe started boring routine monitoring, 360-degree rotating farsightedness, and a dynamic target scanner to monitor every possible moving or moving target. The role of radar here is very small. In general, the stealth mode of the mecha can reduce the measurable area of ​​the mecha to a lunch box, which is difficult to detect at first, and the uneven terrain is a reduction in the detection angle of the radar. If you don't cooperate with dynamic scanning, this thing is almost useless.

When the volume was turned down to the lowest communication channel, the commander Elmer gave instructions again. Perhaps it was news from the headquarters that Elmer cursed loudly about the bandit mech squad, the tone was almost the same as that of Captain Monkey. Elmer was furious about the fact that the bandit army squad led his nose and turned.

Steph knew that since the fourth battalion was annihilated, the command ordered the first battalion and the second battalion to maintain a close enough distance to avoid being destroyed by the enemy. After all, in addition to the armored battalions of the infantry division with low combat effectiveness, the two battalions of the Blood Shadow Mech Regiment are the main armored forces of the Central City and cannot be lost.

However, the command clearly didn't want to keep it alone, or that the armored squad of the bandit had already angered the command. They easily jumped out of the encirclement formed by the North Union troops and attacked any targets they wanted to attack along the way.

Among the targets that were attacked were a certain line of defense, a certain infantry regiment's station, a logistics transfer station, a warehouse for storing materials, a gun repair shop, and a bridge.

The enraged command mobilized almost all mobilizable troops. Trying to limit the activity space of this bandit army mech squad, drag them, and wipe them out. Therefore, despite being ordered not to be too far away from each other, the 1st and 2nd Battalions of the Bloodshadow Mecha Regiment, still centered on the main base, were exhausted and transferred around in coordination with the temporary blocking points formed by the infantry. compression........

Stepp believes that the guy who leads that squad is definitely an expert in hide and seek. From the East 2nd District to the West 1st District, then to the East 1st District, and finally back to the East 2nd District ... Two blood shadow armored battalions were almost lured by their opponents to go crazy! Most of the time, they can't even see the opponent's shadow. Only through the orders and news from the headquarters can they know who attacked the opponent again and where they went, and then cancel the previous action order, change the direction, and continue the pursuit.

On several occasions, the investigation team responsible for proliferation alert almost caught the opponent ’s tail. Stepp himself, even saw a cyan mecha with his stomach ran across the hillside less than one kilometer away from him ... hey, what about, every By this time, there was always a warning from the headquarters about the disconnection of the overall distance. If you continue to pursue, friendly forces will not be able to rush to support within the stipulated time. By the time the friendly army reached the corresponding position, those cyan mechas would never know where to go.

Stepp thought it was ridiculous. Not only was the enemy holding the nose, but the tail was being pulled by the friendly forces. Such actions have no meaning except for wasting spirit and physical strength. After a few hours in the circle, even the most physically energetic one is tired, and other companions may be more painful. This pointless movement with no goal and repeated running is a double blow to the body and spirit.

Soon, the order was issued through the squad channel. Stipe smiled bitterly, no wonder Elmer was angry, three companies and one battalion, once again pulled apart. They came from the south, because the squad of gangs had just blown up the highway bridge on the river, and the engineers failed to complete the laying of the bridge before they arrived, so they will be delayed again for more than 20 minutes. This means that the two companies of the Second Battalion had to return to the same road as close as possible to the Inland River Bridge to avoid the overall disconnection and repeat the mistakes of the Four Battalions.

In the communication channel, cursing and bitterness sounded together. Stepp turned his head to see that those [gusts] who had just entered the Evergreen neighborhood were turning around messily, waiting for the mechas behind to turn away. And the mechas parked in the central square of the little boy were also in a mess. The fast-moving ones had already started the mechas, rushing to the back, slow-moving, and still closing the newly opened cockpit ... ...

What strict discipline, order, no shadow at this moment.

It is human nature to complain. It is also the most susceptible virus. Several hours of running back and forth have exhausted everyone and lost their patience. Even more terrifying is that the trust and obedience in the command, including Stipe himself, has now become a suspicion ... The staff members are sitting and talking without backache, shit, so idiot What are they trying to do?

Beside him, the other six mechas responsible for the extended alert have come over.

Stepp lit a cigarette and watched the companions standing beside him, some guy, even manipulating the mech to sit on the ground, it seemed that the mech could also get a rest. This group is basically Mars locals. They often complain and even anger privately about what the North Alliance has done during this time.

Since then the team changed to the former team, then, the vigilant thing, these few people can not turn. Steppe suddenly felt like these people, just watching a movie, waiting for the crowd to leave. They don't want to join in the excitement.

The dynamic scanner emits a beeping warning sound. Stepley ignored it. This thing cannot distinguish between friends and foes. Now the two consecutive "gusts" are huddled up and down, and it's strange that the scanner does not issue a warning.

The warning sounded hysterical, and the irritated Steep raised his head and reached out to turn off the switch. Then he saw a picture that he didn't forget until he died ..............

In the ruins in the distance, dozens of blue mechas scattered, clung to the ground, and flew towards the crowd of red mechas.

Like, in the grass, dozens of hunted blue wolves, splitting waves, chasing waves!

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