Counterfeit Hero

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At night, enveloped the sunset mountain.

Under the quiet starry sky, the hills looked like volcanoes erupting collectively. The blasting light and burning flames stained the sky like red magma. The black smoke billowed into the night, filled with the crisscross energy gleaming like a candle shrouded in veil.

For every ten kilometers of the front, every mountain was cut off by several meters. The trees before and after the position have not survived. Burnt trunks and dead leaves are everywhere on the black ground. The surrounding air was permeated with the pungent smell of blood and burning debris.

The fierce crossfire was terrifying and endless, as if there would never be a stop.

The attacking soldiers of Xiyue didn't know how many times they rushed to the hill, and the Feimen soldiers on the hill position did not know how many times they repelled the enemy's attack.

The mechs of both sides fought fiercely in front of the position, and the soldiers shot each other inside and outside the trench. The rear artillery fired a harsh scream in the sky, like the end of the world's meteor swarm, covering the front and back of the position over and over again. In this terrifying shelling, the entire mountain top rolled and boiled like boiling water.

Hell-like sights are everywhere.

The corpses of the soldiers spread across the entire position. The broken wreckage of the mecha, burning on the ground, the flame licking and rolling, reflected on the mechas and soldiers of the two sides fighting desperately.

A Feiyang mecha hugged a Sousse mecha, and the two sides rolled on the ground, fighting each other. A heavy Jeppen mech sweeps everything in front with powerful firepower until it is overturned to the ground by two desperate Taihang mechs.

Beside them, the two sides rushed towards each other. The front fell down, and the back filled in. When the position was occupied, the team immediately returned.

In addition to fighting, people have no other ideas in mind.

Attack, resist, fight back, survive or die.

The concept of time has disappeared in this cruel battlefield, where there is only blood, only endless killing.

At four o'clock in the morning, when a Jeppen soldier on the main position of the Sunset Mountain was hit by a bullet during the charge and fell straight down the hillside, the West Forces retreated.

The tide-like mechs and soldiers retreated from the hilltop positions of the long defense to the west.

The stiff body of the Jeppen soldiers, the blood of the splattered brain plasma, and the troops retreating like a tide formed a kind of solidified and flowing relatively violent aesthetic picture.

When the body that lost life finally lost its delicate balance and fell heavily into the dust, the setting sun gradually calmed down.

The deafening explosions and gunfire dissipated in Skyrim. The wreckage and trees burned beeping. The bodies of the soldiers from both sides were piled up densely on the position. The number is so great that there is almost no place for people to intervene. The mountains are like silent graveyards.

This is the thirteenth full-scale attack by West Covenant. As a result, it is still inaccessible!

Although very unwilling, the front line commander had to stop the attack. After all, no fanatical soldier is not iron. From the preparation to launching, to the setting sun, the attacking forces before West Jordan had already been exhausted. Even by turns, it was a bit unsustainable by this time.

This is not in Sousse, nor in Jeppen.

In the western part of the Sunset Mountain Basin, there are Chakna forces of resistance everywhere, and there are Chakna people full of hatred. In addition, the two major towns of Qixing and Xiushuihe, which have been operated by Chakner for a long time, have not yet been able to conquer. The army can only distribute the troops to Sunset Mountain.

After the Filipino forces demonstrated their still strong defense in this attack, it would be meaningless to fight anymore.

It's time to change the way, or change a unit to complete this last blow.

Without artillery, the battlefield fell into a silent silence.

The medical soldiers on both sides passed by in the middle of the battlefield, each transporting the wounded like flowing water. The screams and wailing suddenly sounded all over the mountains and fields.

The remotely opposed combat forces are ruthlessly monitoring the opponents in the distance. The logistics forces are delivering energy ammunition nervously. The engineering forces are busy consolidating their positions. The footsteps of the soldiers and the low roar of the officers, in this brief calm, are like the low, sullen thunder before the storm is coming.

Admiral Fran, Chuckner, walked deep and shallow in the chaotic trenches. As far as the eye can see, there are only tired soldiers, riddled bulletproof walls, scattered pieces of mecha and scattered black craters.

Reports on casualties in various defense sections have been sent. The entire line of defense, now the remaining strength, only two armored divisions and two mixed regiments. The battle loss rate has reached 37%. If you fight like this, no more than noon, you can no longer find a living Feimeng soldier in the entire sunset mountain.

After hugging each of the soldiers in the trench, Fran vigorously held the hand of an injured soldier. The wounded soldier lying on the stretcher spit blood foam in his mouth. The paramedics turned around silently under Fran's watch.

The soldiers beside him gritted their teeth and bowed their heads in tears.

Everyone can see that a trace of vitality is passing from the bleak eyes of the wounded soldier.

"We ... will we win ...?"

This is the last sentence left in this world by soldiers whose entire chest has been smashed. He failed to wait for Fran's answer. His pupils spread with the violent twitch of his body.

Fran knelt on the mud and held the dirty and icy hand.

He wanted to tell the soldier, and everyone who was present, not far behind them. The front army had assembled the strength of more than a dozen divisions, as well as a large number of troops, and was rushing here in the stars and the moon.

He also wanted to tell them that the front army had a **** plan.

It won't take long for those enemies who invade this country and tarnish this land to be surrounded, and they will fall into a desperate situation that they could not dream of. They will cry, they will struggle, they will surrender, they will beg their pity. Will be wiped out in anger under the fire!

However, he could not speak. Just because he couldn't expose that **** strategic intention prematurely.

The Silos did not yet know that the Fiji Allied Forces had put all the reserve forces into this war zone, so they were still unscrupulously assaulting the Sunset Mountain and gathering their troops towards the east.

Once they were informed that they had confidently thought that the reserve forces of the Fiji Allied Forces were being held back because of the town of Flenço, they had already silently concentrated in advance to the Sunset Mountain, they would be vigilant stand up. The town of Franço will be re-evaluated for the other defense sections.

If they see through the entire battle plan and withdraw their main force, then the Phoenix West will return to its original defensive posture again. Lei Fengxing, a leader who is difficult to ride a tiger, will lose the opportunity to jump off the tiger's back. In the end, only one division can be filled into the huge meat grinder on the western line of Phoenix until the food is exhausted.

Keeping the battle at Sunset Mountain in this crumbling situation, watching the soldiers watch and watch the soldiers silently in despair, using guns, cannons, daggers, fists and even teeth to guard this line of defense, for Fran , Is undoubtedly a torture.

This was the most difficult twenty-four hours in his life.

He could only hold his head down, clutching the hands of the dead soldier. Every second of time passed in his heart, cut a bleeding wound.

Six hours have passed, what happens after eighteen hours?

Would that be a miracle?

In the next attack, how much of the hybrids of Siyo will invest. How many successors have arrived at the Sijo attacking position a few kilometers away.

Also, when will the unit called the adjudicator go into battle? What kind of crisis will this defense cause to their appearance?

All this, he didn't even dare to imagine.

In silence, a group of people walked across the trench and came to Fran.

"General." The chief of staff standing in front of Fran yelled softly.

With the appearance of these people, there was a sudden commotion in the trenches. Many soldiers closely followed these people, and many soldiers sitting on the edge of the mud pits stood up horribly, their eyes moving with their movements, flashing a light of surprise.

Fran laid the dead soldier's hand on the stretcher, adjusted the entire dress for him, and watched the medical soldiers take it away, and then raised his head and stood up. In front of him, several officers of Chakner stood upright.

Fran nodded. He had already been informed by the command that he was not as excited as the surrounding soldiers. He knew that these were the officers sent by the command to support the troops. However, this batch came up with only two Chakner armored regiments and a bandit special battalion.

Several officers from the 102nd Division of the 10th Army of Chakna Army, instead of what he said as Admiral Chakner, he reached out to a bandit major who stood in front of several officers.

"I am Fran."

The young officer in a blue uniform reached out and Fran gripped: "Still, the first armored division of the bandit army is directly under the commander of the special battalion."

"I heard that you have just arrived at Lei Fengxing. I didn't expect to be on the front line so quickly." Fran looked at the young officer in front of him, his eyes flashing. He really had no idea what the command department requested to use this special battalion as the main battle force when the adjudicator appeared.

Will the adjudicator appear on the next attack?

In the distance, the Xiyue troops, which had retreated like tide, were too quiet, so quiet that they made people panic.

"It's better to be quicker than to catch up early," Stiller said easily. "We are more willing to give Belif a headache than to rest in the back!"

Head-on?

The officers and soldiers around looked at this sharp-eyed officer with surprise. Most people here do not understand the bandit army, and are a little surprised by the officer's relaxed tone.

This major is too calm and too confident. Does he not understand how sinister the battle at Sunset Mountain is?

Stiller didn't squint, but turned a blind eye to the various eyes around him.

To the ordinary people, the terrible scene on the sunset mountain position may be frightening, but it is no stranger to Stiller.

In such scenes, he has seen too much in Leray ’s four-year Patriotic War. Fear is impossible, but to be familiar and kind, it is a little bit.

And more is excitement.

The 25-year-old major faced Fran's surprised gaze with a calm smile in the corner of his mouth.

A few years ago, he was a soldier of the Special Reconnaissance Battalion of the Sixteenth Division. He followed the fat men to rescue the prisoners of war in Milok, beat Galileo, and also attacked the command cluster of the Mythical Legion in Mozic.

With rich fighting experience, he became deputy company commander when squad leader Torikti commanded company commander. Now he is the commander of the special battalion directly under the first division of the bandit army.

The subordinate soldiers, although not as good as the hundreds of evils in the special battalion directly under the army equipped with the twelfth generation of rampant mechas, are definitely the elite of the elite. Most of them had the level of civil mecha knights when they joined the bandit army. After receiving training on mecha martial arts, the rank has surpassed the previous mecha command.

Stiller was fierce by nature. In the past, he drove seven generations of warriors, but he drove into a rampage. Now he is driving a [ranger] equipped with a magnetometer and various advanced systems. He leads a group of mech warriors who have mastered the control skills beyond this era. He does not know a word of fear. .

The people in the trench didn't know that, just half an hour ago, when the news of the annihilation of a hundred vehicles in the town of Flenço reached the special battalion of the first armored division of the bandit. The first reaction between him and his soldiers was not to marvel, but to spit and spit.

This group of guys who are not afraid of the sky, want to go crazy with the adjudicator. The first division and the second division made a bet on who could catch a arbiter first and then beat him. But whoever imagined it, was even preempted by a group of driving monsters led by the wicked fat man.

At this time, standing on the position of the setting sun, Stilebe had no emotions, only a kind of depressed girl who was opened by someone.

Looking at the relaxed expression of Stiller, Fran jumped in his heart and said, "It seems that the morale of the bandit is very high. But ..."

He frowned lightly and said in a voice that only Stiller could hear: "The sunset line is 20 kilometers long. If the arbitrator chooses not this place, your special camp may be difficult to arrive in time. ..... "

"It's a problem." Stiller nodded and said lightly: "So, I came to see you General Fran the first time, just want to discuss with you."

"What to discuss?" Fran asked.

"My troops are ready," Stiller looked at the time, turned his head to the west, and said blankly: "Now only need to launch a counter-attack, and use actual action to fight the gang of metal heads. book!"

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