Counterfeit Hero

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The atmosphere in the Phoenix headquarters was suffocating.

On the huge skynet screen is a broad plain. Five hundred bandits [random], like a little black reef. On the opposite side, there is a large formation where the Sousse armor cluster can't see the end at a glance.

"General Tian doing this ... wouldn't it be too impulsive?" A staff member hesitated and finally said to his companion beside him with some anxiety. His voice was not loud, but in the silent command hall, it seemed exceptionally clear.

Seeing the others around him looking at him, the staff member's face was red. Ai Ai Di wanted to explain what he was doing, and finally shut his mouth tightly.

No wonder he raised such a question. In fact, looking at any one person, the strategic deployment in the western part of Sunset Mountain is very worrying.

The main force of the northern cluster of the enemy has just been surrounded. The main force of the Allied Forces in Sunset Mountain has already launched a counterattack across the board. It is the time when the enemy is gathered and wiped out. However, the current D88 intercity highway, except for the 500 devil mechs standing on the hillside, is completely undefended!

It was a ten-kilometre wide passage. The channel traverses the Fifth Resource Highway and extends all the way to the Northwest Mining Area. The three divisions of the Thirty-third Army and the two Chakner armored divisions gave way west of the Fifth Resource Highway. The three Chakner armored divisions that were originally deployed along the D88 east of the Resource Highway also gave way.

The four divisions of the Central Forces under Belif are advancing rapidly along this empty passage.

From the information obtained by Skynet, they have divided four divisions and spread them to the two wings of the passage to cover the main force. If it weren't for the tactics that the two-wing Fiji Allied forces might shut down the dogs in real time, I'm afraid they would be able to merge with Longman in less than half an hour.

Once the two armies meet, the total strength of the 13 divisions is almost equal to that of the Allied forces in this area. If they can hold this passage for up to eight hours, the main force of the besieged northern cluster in the sunset mountain will escape at least half. This will have a great impact on the next battle.

However, apart from this careless staff, no one expressed their concerns.

The order was given by Lieutenant General Lieutenant General Tian Xingjian. The terrible loss of the 1st Division Special Battalion turned this fat-hearted, licentious lieutenant into a furious black bear. The entire command hall heard the grief and anger contained in his deep voice. It's like the sound of palpitation when the lead of the explosive pack is lit.

Everyone knows what the fat man wants to do, and knows that at this time, any persuasion is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. You don't need to look at fat men, just look at the clenched teeth of a bandit general in the command hall, the knife-like cold eyes and the blue muscles of the forehead, you know what the bandit is up and down.

This is a group of ruthless people. For these desperate people, whoever cuts them on their body, their usual practice is to put their opponents behind!

With the staff's unintentional words, many people focused on Margaret.

This girl with long blonde hair, pure temperament, and a charming charm between her brows, is the dream lover of all men, a mixture of devil and angel, and the leader of the bandit in this command hall . Her gorgeous appearance, her military talent and her identity make every young man yearn for and feel ashamed.

Hearing the staff ’s words, Margaret smiled faintly, turning his eyes on the face of the embarrassed staff and Chen Fengxi and others, and then returned to the Skynet screen.

"He does whatever he wants. Revenge for our warriors ..." she said lightly, the words spitting out from her delicate petal-like lips, but cold, "even if he poke the sky down ! "

This faint voice is like a thunder. The Filipino allies who were present felt nothing but a stir in their hearts. In their hearts, they even envy the special battalion soldiers of the first division of the bandit army.

How lucky to be in such a group, to be able to have leaders like fat men, bandits and generals.

They are as close as brothers. A person suffered a loss, and everyone rushed up desperately, even the highest commander did not hesitate to take risks, only to launch the most thorough and thorough revenge!

This is a truly cohesive group. This is an army that soldiers are willing to go for!

Such an army, such a group, who the **** dare to provoke!

On the Skynet screen, the Suss moved.

Countless Sioux mechs started charging along the D88.

Forty-two black arbiters lead the rhythm of this metal frenzy, from slow to fast, from trotting to flying.

The endless solid ground quickly retreated from the foot of the mech. Rolling dust and sand flew up, bent in a frantic wind, and then suddenly flew away, turning into a herringbone gray and yellow between heaven and earth.

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"Rheinhardt!" Cried the fat man. He still squatted on the ground, but the body of the mech leaned forward slightly.

The surging enemy is just a few steps away, and he can already see the golden sign on the chest of the adjudicator running in the front, and the fierce steel face.

At this moment, when the fat man remembered the training, a special battalion soldier of the division looked at his awe and envious eyes; remembered the young faces; when remembered that he was attacked, this group of guys did not say anything. The look of the eleventh military base fighting; remembering the longing smiles they talked about when they talked about their wishes and ideals.

A heartbreaking pain struck him instantly.

Fatty, who was never strong, cried all of a sudden. Tears came out unscrupulously.

"You are a **** !!!" The fat man's roar echoed in the plain. The tattered mech suddenly kicked the ground, and the auxiliary thrusters were turned on at the same time. Like a crazy leopard, the body's strength erupted and shot out from the small earth slope!

Come on! Reinhardt greeted him with red eyes and punched out. That **** ripped off the most secret scar on his heart!

The two mechs running against each other are faster than the human visual nerve response. All you could see were two black shadows, flashing in the air, until a huge metal collision suddenly sounded, and the dust on the ground appeared two straight traces out of thin air in the roaring wind. It was like a wave broken by a high-speed speedboat, chasing mecha soaring.

This terrifying speed makes everyone beside him shudder. Is this the battle of the top mech warriors of this era?

"kill!"

Five hundred black devil mechas followed behind the fat man and crashed into a Sousse armored cluster headed by forty-one adjudicators.

On the plain, a metal storm rose to the ground. In the roaring wind and thunder, the soldiers of both sides were like two groups of ferocious lions, roaring and biting, and for a time, people turned their horses!

With a loud noise, the figure of fat man and Reinhardt finally appeared on the retina. They attacked the air in an instant, and the shock waves blew around in a circle. The blasted dust could not keep up with the speed of the gusty wind and the shock wave, flying together under different forces. .

After an instant of dozens of moves offensive and defensive interchange, the two vehicles flew backwards after a violent collision.

"Dead!" Reinhardt had just landed, and he screamed.

[Judgment] The slender body of the mech flickered in the air, only to see an iron fist like a fiery meteor emerging from hell, punctured the space with a stunning and brilliant light, and went straight to the face of the fat man.

"Fuck your mother! Dog mongrel!" The fat man fell to the ground, kicked his foot, and shot like an arrow from the string. The moment when the fast-moving mech reached its maximum speed, it suddenly rose into the air, like an iron axe that was thrown forward with all its strength, whirls through the air, and kicks towards Reinhardt. Chest.

This fist struck in the air and made a loud deafening noise. A series of sparks colliding with gold and iron flashed in the air. The air expelled from the fists and feet, with a piercing shriek, wrapped in dust, swooped toward the center of the battle group, and was not squeezed into it, and was shot out in the burst of air burst like a cannon.

On the hard D88 road surface, cracks spread like winding lightning to the surroundings. Large and small stones vacated when the two mechs fell down, and then turned into scattered stone powder in the fist wind.

With a cold hum, Rheinhardt flexed his knee on the ground. [Judgment] The black knee hit [Logic] like a shell.

The collision was as fast as lightning and lightning. The manual speed standard of eighty-five movements per second broke out instantly, giving people a feeling of being inevitable and unstoppable.

Seeing the verdict's knee about to hit logic, the fat man suddenly moved in a rush. The swift wind like a fast punch and electric legs suddenly turned into catkins in the drizzle spring breeze. His hands were pressed on the knees of the ruling, and he flipped up and floated into the air. Covering his ears, he ran towards the ruling chest.

This unbelievable action made the surrounding Sousse pilots eclipsed. No one thought about it. The tens of tons of mechs could be so light, which completely subverted their cognition. And Rheinhardt's strange control skills for fat people, but they are no longer familiar. He fists in a row, blocking all the logical chain legs. In a blink of an eye, the two had already taken on a hundred moves.

The sound of hundreds of collisions is like a rushing drum in a crazy fighting group. Hundreds ran out of one hundred vehicles to entangle the adjudicator, and the rest rushed straight into the Sussex mech group to open the killing ring. The blasts of light gleamed beside the figures of the two mechas stalking, and flames rose up into the sky, and the flying debris turned into a starry rain.

boom! The verdict and the logic collided. Rheinhardt, who punched faster and had straighter arms, drove back the broken mech with a punch, then turned the fist into claws, and the right arm slammed violently, grabbing the fat man's cockpit.

The sound of the wind that was brought up when he caught the air and rushed forward was almost faintly like a tiger. The ruling black arm shell becomes red due to the friction of the air, the leaf arm guards rotate, and the circular energy shield above pulls out a messy blue afterimage in the air, like a fluorescent lamp, a wind Dandelion blown away.

The steel claws roared, and the fat man gritted his teeth, his body retreated.

After accepting the transformation, the control frequency of Reinhardt really exceeded the standard of 85 hands per second. Such strength is already close to **** level!

In this world, no one's hand speed can exceed 80 per second. Even if there are so few Gods of War exceeding twelve levels in the universe, the hand speed is under eighty movements!

As early as after the Mars Mecha Fighting Competition grabbed the adjudicator, the bandit scientist conducted a study on the human body transformation. In addition to capturing brain signals and imitating the arbiter, developing an auxiliary control system that uses brain waves and visual sensing systems to enhance the control of the mech, it did not find the real weakness of the arbiter.

If you want to talk about weaknesses, it may be that the arbiter with insufficient ability can not exert the full performance of the [arbitration] mecha!

Reinhardt, which has a control frequency of up to 85 manual speeds per second, has been perfectly combined with the ruling mech. Whether it's movement speed, instant explosive force, or agility when changing direction instantaneously, the frequency of moves is impeccable. Humans and mechs seem to be born together, connected with flesh and blood.

The fat man's own hand speed is 73 movements per second, plus the mecha martial arts bonus, can achieve an attack frequency of 80 movements per second. This is already the limit. And after the hand speed exceeds sixty moves, each increase in movement means that the performance of the mech will be played again. The ability of this infinite excavator armor is the most terrible when the fighter is dueling.

This is why the Mech Warrior upgrades one level every five moves after it exceeds ten levels.

If it is not mecha martial arts, if it is not new [logic] has unimaginable potential in Reinhardt's performance, the fat man is afraid that he can't support two hundred moves at all!

"Want to escape?"

Reinhardt's voice, with a trace of cold taunt, ruled that he walked forward and a steel claw did not leave the fat man's cockpit.

The logic flew back, and several successive changes in direction failed to throw the verdict away.

"Dog mongrel, king bastard, sell ** small white face," the fat man suddenly screamed wildly, screaming angrily: "Lao Zi fights with you!"

The shattered mech that retreated sharply suddenly turned around and flashed to the left of the verdict, waving his hand was a horizontal hammer. This fist, with a roaring sound of wind and thunder, looks like a great force. It is completely a life-and-death play that completely ignores the danger of being exposed to the opponent's claws.

"Are you qualified to desperately fight with me?" Reinhardt laughed wildly.

At the time in Mozic, he and the three heads of the Mythical Legion were beaten up by this fat man alone, and even relied on a despicable pusher to escape the shame of birth, and at this moment completely vented.

He will not die with the fat man. He was going to kill this **** fat man a little bit, and make him regret in endless pain. He wants to take back everything that the fat man has taken away. He wants to return to Gacharin to become Gacharin's greatest emperor!

He didn't even care about the battle at sunset. The control frequency of eighty-five movements per second is enough for him to gallop freely on Lei Fengxing. Even if the Fiji Allied forces surrounded the sunset mountain, he could not stop him from leaving.

Now, all he needs to do is kill this fat man!

Reinhardt gave up the inevitable paw, returned his hand to the chest, and ruled to avoid sideways while preparing a robe bottom leg under his feet.

However, he hadn't waited for him to kick out. Suddenly, the fat man stepped on the wrong foot, shifted away like a ghost, and kicked himself on the chest of a referee.

This leg is too ruthless.

The adjudicator, who was still fighting with the bandit fighter, barely reacted. The mech's chest was instantly recessed, and the internal parts mixed with the flesh and blood of the cockpit and the cockpit nutrient solution, burst a large hole from the back and blasted out.

Before the next person reacted, the fat man kept on sculpting. With a palm in his back, he cut off the head of another adjudication, immediately twisted his head into the air, hung a gold hook upside down, and kicked the head of the third adjudicator. At the same time, with one hand on the ground, a Thomas swept down the fourth arbiter, punched it before it landed, and hit a rotten.

These rabbits flew up and down, quickly and unmatched. Before the Reinhardt responded, the three adjudicators had become the fatal souls of the fat man. The fourth arbiter, with a fist like a logical mountain, crushed the ground with a bang. The mech's abdomen was completely cracked, its head and feet were upturned, and it turned into a "V" on the cracked highway.

The weakness of the original [Judgment] was that the pilot had difficulty escaping. Under this punch, only a mass of blood and flesh was seen, and the adjudicator died without even saying a word.

Reinhardt buzzed in his head. He didn't expect the fat man to slam into the arbiter's mech group after he shouted "I fight with you".

These arbiter warriors, in terms of strength, were much different from Reinhardt. They were both suppressed by a hundred bandits and gods with better combat effectiveness and mech performance than they were. The enemy. Being bitten and torn by the fat tiger into the flock, killing a terrible sight.

What even made Reinhardt crazy was that the fat man's hand looked like he was greedy for life and was afraid of death, and he succumbed to the side, only to sacrifice the four fighters who had been fighting behind him.

Seeing the two squadron captains, and the remaining adjudicators stunned, turned to look at themselves, Rheinhardt's heart suddenly dropped, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Kill!" A voice went straight to the sky.

As the fat man suddenly entered, 500 vehicles ran rampant, and a loud deafening shout broke out. I saw these black devil punches and feet, and the ion dagger picked up and stabbed, flying up and down. The adjudicator was still able to resist, and the other Suzian mechas in front of him were all chopped up on the ground.

The bursting flames of the mech flashed one after another, making people stunned. In front of these ruthless men with an average hand speed of up to sixty-five movements and driving twelve generations of rampage, the Suss became a group of poor lambs. It took only five minutes for the two sides to fight, and there were already 20 arbiters and more than 1,500 Sousse mechas, which had turned into burning wreckage.

At the Phoenix Command, the staff stared blankly at the black on the screen, splitting through the waves of the Sousse Mechs, and they were invincible.

In the screams one after another, the statistics in the upper left corner of the screen are constantly rolling.

1563: 0

1572: 0

1611: 0

It was a row of big red numbers, a **** massacre!

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