Counterfeit Hero

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"boom!"

An energy shell hit the wreckage of the mech in front of the position.

The violent airflow generated by the explosion was sprayed around. The blasted sand and stones and large and small metal parts hit the bulletproof wall like a rainstorm, making a dense collision sound, and part of it was against the position and shot into the ground. In the mud wall behind the tunnel.

Fisher, who had already hid his body behind the bulletproof wall, quickly slid down to the shooting position. A stunned companion rolled into the explosion-proof pit under the tunnel.

The sound of explosion exploded in succession on the position. The entire trench was completely covered by artillery fire. The mud and water stones lifted up into the sky kept falling, making a crackling noise. The airflow shook up by the shock wave rammed into the tunnel, and the rolling smoke was pushed around, and the tunnel was collapsed. The bulletproof wall and explosion-proof armor had become twisted and broken copper. The ammunition that was too late to transfer was killed in the covered artillery fire, violently exploded and soaring fire, making the entire position like a fiery hell.

Fisher lay in the pothole with his mouth wide open, breathing at the medal in his hand.

Wiping the sleeve with the old brass bullet casing, this fisherman's medal was made by Fisher.

This medal came from his suggestion.

According to the company commander, when his suggestion was fed back to the headquarters, Markwich jumped three feet immediately after a stun, and anxiously ordered the fourth group of SMs in the base to be pulled out and concentrated to the southeast Four areas in the northwest, waiting for rotation between the three regiments.

However, the enemy's offensive was too violent. The three regiments have only had one chance of rotation. The other troops are still fighting on the periphery and cannot even withdraw.

A wave of air rushed into the pothole with dust, and Fisher turned around, puffing out the mud that had entered his mouth, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just now, the enemy covered the fire before the assault.

Usually, this blow will last for at least twenty minutes. Moreover, there will be several extensions and repetitions. Generally, they waited until the entire position was plowed, and completely suppressed the self-propelled artillery of the bandit army. After launching the charge, they would proceed to spread the fire firmly into the depths of the position.

But now, the intensity of the artillery fire on the position is much weaker than the previous attacks. Moreover, according to Fisher, the enemy ’s artillery fire was obviously extending to the depth. When the energy gun was flying in the air, it was like the unique sound of a train passing through a tunnel. He would never hear it wrong. He can even distinguish the impact point of the shell according to the distance of this sound.

Fisher slammed and rolled out of the pothole, stooped, ran down the battle trench to the intersection with the traffic trench, and climbed to the nearest shooting spot.

Everything that appeared before him left his brain blank.

The whole sky was covered by the streamer of energy guns rising from the enemy's position, and the light clusters with long tails flew towards Provincial Town like the meteor shower of the end. In the higher sky, there were also missiles, pulling out thick and thin tail smoke, and flew towards Provincial Town.

Endless explosions and soaring flames reflect the whole sky. The town of Provo has become a burning hell!

"This bunch of bastards!"

Fisher turned back suddenly, looking at the enemy's position, his eyes turned red!

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In the study room of the small building, when the new real-time battle report and the situation map of the central city appeared on the virtual screen, the room was silent.

Su Ke got up from the sofa, walked to the window, and slowly said: "It seems that we should get shot."

No one answered. The officers looked at the battle report and the situation map in a daze.

Looking at the defensive system of the Northern Alliance in the center city that had been torn up and down, looking at the arrow that was inserted straight into the first airport, everyone was already surprised to speak.

What a **** is that bandit army mech squad?

It was just miraculously annihilated the fourth armored battalion of the North Alliance, and in an instant, the two companies of the second armored battalion were killed. Not to mention the North Union infantry they annihilated along the way and the bases and warehouses they attacked! Is this still a mech team? This is just a steel knife that got into the tofu belly!

All military theories, modern armored combat rules, and tactical standards have been overthrown. These fifty mechas have done at least one armored regiment to do! The officers of the Longxing Club wondered if this armored squad would bite the North Alliance if they did not do it again!

"Domestic, the summer offensive has been launched. The army has landed on the main star of Resk." Su Kezhou said: "After waiting so long, this is our best opportunity!"

No one refuted. The new situation map is too much for the taste of the Longxing Association. Perhaps, to be more serious, this is simply a picture specially drawn for the Longxing Association! Two blood shadow armored battalions in the northern industrial zone callback, the north city of the central city shrinks the defense line, plus the arrow that plugs directly into the first airport ......... No one can resist this. Temptation.

The officers looked at each other, others didn't understand, but they were too aware of the Longxing meeting.

The biggest secret of Longxing is not on the ground, but in space! A strong fleet is the biggest strategic advantage of Longxing Club!

At the beginning, in order to control the waterway, the Longxing Club, which appeared as the interstellar trading group, put its strategic focus on space at the beginning of its formation. After all, Mars is just a planet without resources, and controlling space, it controls the entire Mars Fairway!

Although the Longxing Association only occupies 30% of the space port at the moment, the battle plan against the North Alliance and the three major fleets has long been refined. On land, the strength of the Longxing Society may not be enough to fight with the North Alliance, but in space, the officers can guarantee that with the first wave of attack, they can destroy half of the North Alliance fleet! If you want to capture a certain space port, it is simply a pinch.

This also means that once the ground is attacked by heavy soldiers, or once an opportunity is found, the Longxing Army can exchange the venue or place a direct force at the fastest speed! The three-dimensional transshipment system and space control power are the long-term strategic infrastructure of Longxing Association!

If it were n’t for Chuckner ’s big counterattack against the Resk galaxy, if North Alliance had already defeated the three major schools on the ground battlefield and began to shift the gun to the Longxing, this organization would continue to sit on the mountain Tiger fighting, guarding the two major ports and the space port, waiting for the opportunity. As long as the North Alliance Fleet is suppressed, they can continue to consume.

However, all present were senior commanders of the Longxing Society. They knew that how did the fat man who had never been in contact with each other know?

"I want to see Colonel Tian Xingjian." After a long silence, Chief of Staff Cheng Zhixuan said slowly.

"Since cooperation is needed, this is what it should be." Su Qizhou nodded.

"In addition to showing our attitude, I want to know more ..." Cheng Zhixuan sighed with a wry smile: "This guy, is it a roundworm in our stomach! I never believe it, he goes around like this In a big lap, it was just a coincidence that our NATO defense system was mobilized like this! "

"Connected to the bandit's communication ..." Su Qizhou turned to the adjutant beside him: "I want to see Colonel Tian."

"Yes!" The adjutant ordered to leave.

Looking back, Su Qizhou looked around at his officers, Shen Sheng ordered: "Go!"

The footsteps froze, and after the saluting officers who had been unable to control it saluted, they immediately rushed out of the door and were ready to go. In the room, only Su Qizhou and Cheng Zhixuan were left.

The two went to the window in unison, and Cheng Zhixuan looked at Su Qizhou: "It's incredible, our strategic focus is in space, how do the bandits know? And, they are forcing the North Alliance to recover their forces and threatening the first air port, it can be said The road has been paved at our feet. As long as we have won the first airport, our army will be able to land in the central city as soon as possible, blossom from the inside, and dedicate their lives to this battle. Such an opportunity is simply unimaginable! "

After diligently digesting the shock in his own tone, Cheng Zhixuan paused, but it was still an unbelievable tone: "Also, the combat effectiveness of these fifty mechas is really sensational. This news, we need to report to the country. Perhaps, we really underestimated the role of these civil pilots! I wondered what method this squad of mechs escaped from the North Alliance, did they fly? "

"I heard that he is the only student of Russell ..." Su Kezhou asked non-response. Looking at the calm and beautiful lake outside the window, he murmured in a low, inaudible voice: "I also want to know ... Is there another military genius in the world?"

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At this time, should that **** Longxing meeting be moved?

The fat man sat bored in the mecha cockpit, holding his cheek gang to consider whether to take the initiative to make a phone call to the group of head-cut turtles in Longxing.

Do n’t tell them, afraid that the blind eye thrown out by all your hard work will be shown to the blind. Tell them, and I ’m afraid that this group of guys will take advantage of the fire, and in the end, they will be taken away by the cheap ....... This is the same as falling in love with love, fucking, whoever ca n’t help but count lose!

A scent came, and the fat man quickly jumped off the mech. Fart squeezed into the middle of the roasting roasting fighters. His hands were on his knees, and he squatted on the ground staring at the golden roasted wings. drool.

At this time, the harassed North League had shrunk its line of defense, and the bandwagon's mech squad's activity space became much larger. There is even time to take a break here and eat something.

Half an hour ago, after attacking the last camp of the North Alliance Infantry Company, the fat man quickly divided his troops. Wei Jianshan led a team to continue along the original road and knocked out the outpost of the other side outside the first air port. The main force of the squad bypassed the airport and went to the south, ready to wait for the enemy's strength to be attracted by Wei Jianshan, and then attacked from behind.

This is a danger. No matter whether it is Wei Jianshan or the fat man, there are NATO troops behind him. The whole situation is a super sandwich.

However, fat people are not in a hurry. As long as there is an inland river, even if they can't beat the first airport, they will always run without problems.

Fairle didn't understand, but Cheng Zhixuan guessed that most of them, the bandit army mech squad, the reason why they can repeatedly jump out of the encircling circle of the North Alliance containment force is precisely the use of [Hummingbird] auxiliary propeller flight ability!

In other mechs, it looks like a desperate situation like a rift, but in the hands of fat people, it has become a tool for turning danger into danger. Auxiliary thrusters of ordinary mechas have only short-term stagnation capabilities and can fly up to eight or nine hundred meters, which is already the level of top-level mechas. It is impossible to fly over a three-kilometer inland river.

This is why the fat man can't get along with the river bridge in the center city. At present, there are only two bridges that can be accessed by mechas on an S-shaped inland river in the urban area. The wide river, blocking the North Alliance, but unable to stop himself, is there anything more pleasant than this?

The fat man even decided that after the battle, he would always come here to revisit the old place, and he had to pee in a place of historic interest by the river and engraved a few words. Praise this lovely river.

The sergeants who had originally sat together and chatted while waiting for the food to be cooked were quiet. Affected by the fat man, one by one looked at the food that was about to be cooked. It was already late in the evening, and the burning bonfire reflected a serious face and the scarred mechs behind it, which seemed very strange.

"Beep beep!" The fat mecha's communicator sounded a voice requesting a call. The fat man shot with lightning, grabbed a chicken leg and tucked it in his mouth and turned to run.

Behind them, the seemingly looting fighters are actually humbling each other, while everyone is clamoring and showing a strange smile-these barbecues with added chili are specially prepared for fat people!

His mouth was like a fire, but the fat man could not feel it after hearing Markwich's report.

The noise behind him also calmed down. Everyone heard Markwich's words.

Enemies, indiscriminate artillery coverage of the center of Provincial Town. Thousands of civilians who could not escape have been killed.

In the eyes of everyone, the fat man quickly opened the mecha and connected a communicator removed from the enemy mecha to the line. After a few minutes, he unlocked the identification code and sent a communication request to the enemy's headquarters. .

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"Chief of Staff!" In the North Union Command, a staff member suddenly stood up: "The enemy commander, please talk to you."

Fairle, who was propping up on the electronic sandbox and discussing the situation with the staff, froze, straightened up, and turned to look at the name, looking at himself from a distance, looking a little dazed, some helpless. From the staff's face, he determined that this was not a joke.

Fairer slowly buckled up the style button, put on the hat brought by the adjutant, and pulled down the uniform hem. As a strategist, he respects every enemy who can compete with himself. After doing all this, he strode to the communication screen of the central console where the staff was.

On the screen, a fat man with tears in his eyes is looking at himself seriously.

"You are the commander of the Northern Alliance Forces, the maker of all combat plans?" The fat man on the screen, the dirty face was washed out of the ditch with tears in his nose, and some unknown substances remained in the corner of his mouth.

Although the other party's face was very dirty, Fairler recognized at a glance the top leader of the bandit army, the hero of Lere, Tian Xingjian, who had just re-read the information.

"I am! Kevin, Fairler!"

Fairle's indifferent face did not show any contempt, even if the opponent was so embarrassed.

War is a game for men and a game for wise men. Even if you are a life-and-death opponent, it will not affect this subtle respect between two commanders with intelligence beyond ordinary people.

This is a hero but a hero!

"I don't care what you are!" The fat man wiped his tears, wiped his nose, and spit hard at Fairler: "Bah! ... it depends on you to play with Laozi. Wash your **** and wait! Bastard! "

The screen flashes and the picture disappears.

The fat man cut off the communication cleanly.

Looking at Fairle's twisted face, the whole command was silent.

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. Ask for monthly tickets. Let ’s talk about it and see if I change every three hundred words for every two hundred more monthly tickets. To be honest, there is no manuscript. If I want to do it, I have to use the sleep time to fight.

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