Counterfeit Hero

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The densely packed [Thunderbolt] fighter clusters traverse between large and small pumice stones, suddenly high and low. It's like a peregrine falcon in the dense forest at dusk.

Seeing that the escape cabin of Lord Hanfrede was destroyed by the thruster, the situation was in jeopardy, and the pilots of Binart were all in a hurry. What safe flight regulations, what instructor's instruction, what fighter performance limit, all thrown out of the sky. All fighters are flying at the highest speed, and nobody cares about how complicated and dangerous the terrain is.

The fiery red light clusters that bloomed because of the control error hit the asteroid suddenly shone in the wind and the fighter madness, shocking.

However, nobody cares about these unfortunate pilots. The companions behind them only deflected the joystick, allowing the fighter plane to flash like a light and dark fireball and continue to fly toward the central theater.

As a veteran empire, the Binalt Empire has ancient customs and long traditions. In a sense, customs and traditions are an implicit law. It is even stronger than the law, has wider influence, and is more powerful.

Every Binalt who grew up in an imperial country with nobility as the main class has already carved the concept of hierarchy into the bone. Just like now, all the warriors understand what Hanfrey, compared to the Nalte Empire, means!

He is no ordinary nobleman.

He is an empire general; a leader of the younger generation of empire generals; a current parent of the Humphrey family, one of the four major families; he rules a family planet with hundreds of thousands of troops and two royal elephants Empire Duke of the Fleet!

No one dares to imagine what will happen if Humphrey is killed here.

That would be the most serious defeat suffered by the empire since the Battle of Carlston thirty years ago, the most unacceptable shame and blow to the imperial noble class! Everyone present will face the anger of the royal family and the noble class, face the scrutiny of the imperial security department and the trial of the imperial military court!

The thought that the Lord is worried about the death of the Lord is such a belief that every soldier of the Hanfrey Fleet believes with all his body and mind. They are Humphrey's courtiers. In their minds, the life of Lord Duke is 10,000 times more precious than their own lives! No one would hesitate to trade the life of the entire fleet for Hanfrey's survival.

The battle entered its climax as it approached the periphery of the central theater.

More than two hundred [Thunderbolt] rushed to the front and were entangled with one hundred [Dragon Fighter].

The two sides were like two huge waves that were facing each other, and at the moment they met, they crashed into a mess of water. A fighter plane hovered among the pumice stones, chasing and fighting each other. Balls of fire, rising in the golden asteroid. The invisible shock wave urged the diffuse gas dust and debris to quickly spread into a staggered circle around.

The [Thunderbolt] fleet, which hastily returned to defense, did not have the imaginary momentum. Without a strict formation, 1,200 fighters stretched for nearly 10,000 kilometers and could not concentrate their fighting power at all. And their fighter performance is also clearly at a disadvantage in the confrontation with [Dragon Fighter]. When they are eager to break through, they are simply the targets of the cunning and fierce [Dragon Fighter]!

The three groups of [Dragon Fighters], after handing over the attack mission to the escape pod to the mech squad led by the fat man, all invested in blocking the [Thunderbolt] fleet. Destroy the tail thruster of the escape pod and they have completed the mission. The rest is the gang of mech warriors. All they can do is fight for time and pray for the two poor Binarte mechs, hoping that they will not be beaten too badly.

The fighter cluster is strangling, and the airspace has completely boiled.

The originally lively central government has been deserted.

When driving the [Adjudicator] ’s reformed fighters Cohen and Brid, they watched the looming fighters go away in droves, and saw twenty blue mechas appearing in front of them. The first reaction was confusing. The second reaction was that he was very angry!

The tail thruster of the original escape capsule was destroyed and faced with more and more space fighter attacks, Cohen and Brid struggled very hard. Their mechs can gallop through a group of huge and slow-turning warships, but that does not mean that they can be invincible in the same clever fighter group. The fighting method of space fighters is originally to win with sensitivity and speed.

In the last tens of seconds, facing the number of fighters nearly a hundred times, Cohen and Brid had given up a large-scale killing, and chose to retreat next to the escape cabin, guarding with all their strength, waiting for the rescue of the Thunderbolt fleet. Unexpectedly, at this time, these fighters gave up the offense, ran to intercept the [Thunderbolt] fleet, and handed the task of attacking the escape cabin to twenty mechs!

With twenty mechas, I wanted to defeat myself ... Cohen and Brid laughed in unison. They felt that the idiots in front of them were too worthy of themselves.

This will be the most difficult and treacherous fleet, in this battle, the most serious mistake committed!

The two [arbiters] stowed the traction engine almost simultaneously.

Scorpion-clamp-type external traction engines are used when facing fighter aircraft or long-range warships. The small range between the mechs, the auxiliary thrusters with the back of the mantle and the center of the foot are enough.

When the engine split into small cubes, shrunk into two small olives, and received in the two-ribbed storage compartment of the mech, Cohen and Brid, against the oncoming twenty gangster mechs, A set of light signals were played.

The whole world seems to be quiet all at once.

The confrontation between the frantic fighter clusters can no longer attract the attention of the soldiers of the two sides who are quickly moving closer to the central theater. The light clusters and light chains full of eyes, and the fighters flying in the air, disappeared from the field of vision.

The only ones that existed were twenty cyan fat mechas, two calm [Arbiter], and two ... Arbiters on the shoulders, and six blinking lights at the same time.

Light signals have been used in the human world for thousands of years. The modern light signal is more complete than the ancient Earth period, with more meanings, more precise and simpler. As a signal method used when the ship's electronic system is disturbed, in distress, or in an emergency, the modern aerospace code clearly requires that each crew member must master this basic skill before leaving the ground for the first time in space.

Therefore, when Cohen and Brad signaled the lights, everyone was in an uproar.

The signal of [Arbiter] is very simple-"Be the last prayer."

The straightforward, arrogant signal is so dazzling in the black universe. As the lights flicker, the thruster streamer gradually brightens, and the [Arbiter] slowly greets the bandit armor.

The two identical [arbiters] are like ancient Spartan warriors. Their movements are soothing and smooth. With a trace of carelessness, with a trace of coldness. As if they were facing only twenty ants.

"The frog at the bottom of the well! The arm is a car!" A captain of the battleship Binart made an eight-character comment on the fate of twenty cyan mechas. He took out a good bottle of wine and opened the cap without hesitation. The last two words were given to the bandits: "Stupid!"

For him, this battle is over!

This fleet from the Mars Free World simply does not understand what [Arbiter] means to the mainstream human society and to this war! If they knew that in the Catalan galaxy not long ago, a standard combat class [arbiter] had defeated one of the three Fiji armored divisions, I ’m afraid they would not make use of twenty It's time for A to fight against the stupidity of two [Arbiters]! !

Lack of knowledge will make them stupid. And the stupidity on the battlefield ...... will kill people! The light signals from Cohen and Brid are not arrogant. They are just stating a fact!

Tired of fighting for more than a hundred hours, the high tension over the past few dozen minutes has been swept away. The officers and men of the entire Humphrey Fleet couldn't help but relax their tight bodies and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair. The officers were smiling at each other. The soldiers laughed and whispered to each other, shaking hands and high-fiving.

Banknotes were placed on the staff's stage.

The captains of the ships, smiling, turned a blind eye to this.

The two male lions faced two hundred harriers, maybe it made everyone a little nervous, and faced twenty earth dogs ... what else are you worried about? Now, what everyone needs to do is to bet on how long these twenty mechas can survive.

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At the same time as the Binarts were relaxed, the Feiyang fleet was silent. Everyone's hands squeezed a sweat.

Ordinary Feiyang officers and soldiers have only heard of this mecha. This is due to the blockade of this Mecha message by high-level Fiji League officials.

However, the paper can't hold the fire. The catastrophic defeat of the Republic of Laine in the Catalonia galaxy has caused a lot of gossip about this mecha to spread. In these rumored messages, the description of this mecha is even more terrifying than that displayed by this mecha itself. Many Feiyang warriors have heard that a [Arbiter] can kill a Feiyang armored regiment!

Many of them did not believe it.

However, the unpretentious defeat of the army's Ivy League battle and the performance of the strange mechs they had seen in the dense band of fighter fighters had made their hearts sink to the bottom. The hope that just warmed up again became cold again.

The most complicated mood is naturally Douglas.

At this time, he could not sit still. He and Pang Mingjian, as well as many staff members who were temporarily out of work, reached the position of the front of the podium directly opposite the main virtual screen of the hall, gazing intently.

He knew the power of the [arbiter], and he knew the power of the fat man, but he didn't know the mechs behind the fat man.

It's like two swords, about to usher in the most powerful collision! Who wins, who loses? ! A bit desperate, and some hope. Such a mood is undoubtedly a torment!

Fortunately, this torment did not last long.

In just a few seconds, twenty cyan mechas have already greeted the [arbiter]. In the face of the provocation of the enemy, a cyan mech rushed to the front, without a word, the fit rushed forward, and the leg lift was a knee hit ...

"General! Bandits request directed communication!"

The exclamation of the correspondent beside him suddenly pulled Douglas' attention away from the virtual screen.

"What?" Douglas was startled and anxiously said: "Hurry up!"

While ordering, he habitually glanced out of the porthole and the radar screen, but besides being surrounded by a triangular attack formation, he successively entered the Feiyan battleships from the empty void into the puffed asteroid belt. He didn't see any ship that could communicate with him directionally.

"General! It's Colonel Margaret!" As soon as the screen of the communication screen flashed, Chief of Staff Pang Mingjian cried in surprise.

"Margaret ..." Douglas grabbed the communicator and said: "The two mechas are ..."

Halfway through the words, Douglas paused.

On the screen, Margaret sighed: "Of course I know these two mechas are the 12th mecha of Binart ..."

"Then how are you ..." Douglas couldn't hide his surprise.

"Forget it, I can't tell for a moment ..." Margaret covered her forehead with a headache, and smiled bitterly: "Let your fleet change shape, don't fight with the enemy, insert directly into the central theater ... .. we, prepare to capture Hanfrei! "

"Captive Humphrey?" Douglas couldn't believe his ears. He looked at Margaret, and then at the lobby of the bandit warship control room behind Margaret: "You mean ... .. they can win? "

As soon as his voice fell, he heard a sudden thunderous cheer burst from his ear.

what happened? Douglas turned horror.

I saw ten cyan mechas on the virtual screen, which surrounded Hanfrey's escape cabin.

Five of these mechas were dragging the escape cabin back, and the other five were attacking the energy shield of the escape cabin with energy cannons or ion beam knives.

On the other side, ten cyan mechas and two [arbitrators] have been transformed into two dazzling lights and shadows. At the moment of cheering, one of the [arbiter] was lightning by a cyan mecha He kicked like a foot, kicking his mid-lower abdomen fiercely.

Douglas' eyes straightened in a flash!

In the field of vision, the [Adjudicator] that made the entire Fiji League high-level feared, like a remnant leaf in the autumn wind, bent over and flew hundreds of meters ...

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"Come on!" The fat man smiled, and the armor ticked his fingers: "Metal head, dumbfounded?"

Cohen finally stabilized the armor and looked up horror. Not far away, Brid was in a state of embarrassment in a stormy attack of five cyan mechas. Around him, four cyan mechas surrounded themselves. On the front, the cyan mecha, apparently the leader of the other party, is holding his arm and hovering proudly in front of himself. Fingers protruded from the elbow, hooked.

How can this be! Cohen's hand was shaking violently. His face turned pale with horror.

The control cabin filled with nutrient solution was grunting with green bubbles. Several silver-white metal data cables plugged into the brain interface were also stretched straight because of Cohen's uneasy swing. Manipulating the computer screen on the hatch, suddenly and dimly, the electronic signal conversion system automatically converts the electronic code sent by the other party ... The word "metal head" hurts his eyes!

Do they know themselves? !

Cohen suddenly felt that the whole world was in chaos.

A few seconds ago, just when he and Breed thought they had secured the victory, twenty mechas were divided into three teams and rushed up.

Ten of them did not target him and Brid at all, but rushed directly to the escape cabin that had lost its main power and was using steering thrusters and inertial flight. They were greeted by only five cyan mechas on one side .

Use ten mechas to entangle, another ten mechas to attack the escape pod ......... How childish, simple, low-level, blatant tactics! This is a naked shame!

Cohen was furious, and he swore that he would talk about the twenty mechs in front of him, breaking the corpse into pieces.

He wants to make these people understand what is the real mech!

Just when he sneered and prepared to kill, the cyan mech that rushed to the front hit him with a knee and launched an attack!

Cohen knew that he only underestimated his opponent's first move. The fighter who launched the attack is definitely above the nine-level fighters of the Binalt Empire!

But ... Cohen grinned. After accepting the transformation, his control has reached the hand speed standard of 75 movements per second. This speed is an overwhelming advantage for any mech who relies on hand speed for mecha control. He has never seen a higher speed than this fighter. He has absolute confidence in his strength.

[Arbiter], will change the history of the entire Mech. Any mecha controlled by both hands is the target of slaughter in front of the reformer.

The opponent has a senior pilot. This discovery makes him feel an inexplicable excitement.

Such a mech master is something that can be encountered but not sought. He used to be an eighth-level mech warrior, but now he has the strength to humiliate and kill a tenth-level or even eleventh-level fighter in the most brutal way.

There is nothing more beautiful than killing a king in the eyes of an ordinary person in such a critical battle.

Seeing the opponent attacking, Cohen shook his hand, the ion beam knife, with a thunderous momentum, straight down! He would use the blood of this senior sergeant to stain the airspace. He wanted to let the other fighters that followed this master understand that the master in their eyes was just a lamb slaughtered at will!

He wants everyone to feel despair!

However, just when his ion beam knife was about to split the cyan mecha in half, he only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the cyan mecha disappeared after a flash! Immediately afterwards, a leg was kicked on his shoulder.

What happened next became a nightmare.

It was a dazzling attack. The five mechs, like a phantom, shook around him. Countless fists and countless kicks fell like a storm on the mech. Move, defend, counterattack .... All the subconscious thoughts only turned into an action of the mech-parry! Endless parry! Parry like a falling dog!

Until he was kicked in the abdomen, flying away.

Cohen stared at the transparent cockpit of the mech in front. Inside, a white fat man, his fingers hooked like his mecha. The beating half of the eyebrows is unabashedly provocative!

Cohen looked away. Four cyan mechas with four oblique angles surrounded him.

The sergeants sitting in the transparent cockpits have different appearances, and they all look very relaxed. There was a smile on their lips. It was a kind of sardonic and mocking smile, exactly like the fat metal face of the mecha they were driving.

Their signal lights are flashing.

"Pray! Fool!"

A burst of blood rushed to the top of his head. Cohen finally understood that not only one but a group of sergeants with a hand speed of sixty or even seventy!

This is a group of super fighters with mecha fighting skills he never imagined! Their hand speed is either not as good as their own, when they are fighting alone, or they will be defeated by their men, but their fighting skills are so subtle, they are so powerful when they join forces!

They are playing with themselves. In the previous fight, they did not use their full strength!

For them, this is a cat and mouse game!

With a low roar, Cohen deceived himself, and the ion beam knife in his right hand brought an arc of light. His legs were also kicking and kicking, as fast as thunder and lightning.

"Desperately?" The fat man unwilling to show his weak tit-for-tat momentum like a rainbow, daring to escape, and waved his hand: "Go!"

Baz, Wetherell, Wagstaff, Monson ......... The four places in any country are enough to make the jealous mad pilot flash at the same time, one A beautiful joint attack, squeezing the [Arbiter] in the center, and four blue ion daggers stab the [Arbiter] from all angles.

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