Counterfeit Hero

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Wasim never expected that the commander who designed this precise plan would be the fat man standing next to him. .And this wretched fat man who clamored to be picked by the monkey turned out to be a student of the famous general Russell! A famous teacher has become a great disciple to such an extent that it really makes people hide their faces and cry.

As the saying goes, a young man is better than a good man. If you have to find one thing that makes a fat man better than Russell, it is that he is more shameless than anyone in the world and cares less about face and identity. This rotten man was born to be wretched and dissolute. He had absolutely no consciousness of a strategist, a general, or a commander. In his heart, he was just a mechanic soldier desperately trying to survive in troubled times.

Black cat, white cat..., the one who is alive is the good cat.

After Russell's cruel case explanations and forced memorization, tactical command has completed the process from quantitative change to qualitative change in this fat cat's mind. He had learned how to view situations and formulate plans from the perspective of a military commander.

From a serious point of view, this operation was Fatty's first strategic and tactical implementation that was different from ordinary special forces. Although this combat plan only used 120 mechas from intelligence collection to actual implementation, the combat distance was tens of kilometers, and the combat time was only a short hour, however, Fatty was still very, very careful and serious. He carefully selected the tactics that best suited his personality and battlefield situation from countless battle examples. Terrain selection, action time, attack steps, target setting, combat power distribution, and backup plans were all worked out in detail by this bitch who was greedy for life and fearful of death and transmitted to the mecha computers of all the soldiers, lest that aspect of the plan would fail. He was careful and died because of it.

Fatty's computing power is too much for a small battle involving a hundred or so mechas. He can even assign every detail of the plan to designated warriors! When Torik and his soldiers implemented this plan, they had only one feeling, that is, clarity. Every soldier knew what they needed to do and the role they should play in the operation.

In war, many excellent soldiers are not afraid of powerful enemies. What they fear most is a stupid commander. Especially the kind of idiot who just keeps yelling "fuck me" or "hold it on me".

The incompetence of one general can kill an entire army. This is a truth that all soldiers understand. Therefore, this battle has strengthened the soldiers' confidence in Fatty. With Fatty's wretchedness and despicability, even if he cannot take advantage, he will never be able to take advantage of him. What a loss.

Fatty Tian was indeed thinking about how to take advantage.

In modern warfare, two mecha regiments with 2,600 seventh-generation mechas and 200 ninth-generation mechas are simply a drop of water in the desert behind enemy lines without air superiority, and may be steamed away at any time. Clean and tidy.

Therefore, the fat man feels that he is very depressed and has great pressure to be a man. In the past, when I ran for my life, most of the time I ran alone, and I could run as much as I wanted. Basically, no army would go to war for a small and insignificant fat man. There was a patrol team plus two mechas to catch up. Within a few minutes, I had already given him a lot of face. But now, the two mecha regiments were behind enemy lines, facing waves of pursuit and interception by countless enemies. Fatty knew that even if he used all his escape skills, he would not be able to obtain a calm and safe space.

Human society at war is a typical world of the weak and the strong. Only the strongest lions are qualified to lie down in the sun and take a nap comfortably after eating.

If the fat cat wants to turn into a lion, he cannot easily let go of the Desik mecha troops in front of him. With Desik's military strength, even its seventh-generation black weapon has a strong offensive power. If these mechas can be obtained and equipped to the Freedom Front who have fled into the mountains, it will play a great role in enhancing the strength of the bandits and carrying out camouflage and sabotage behind enemy lines. However, after all, mechas are not ancient war horses that can be taken away with a pull on the back. All soldiers in the bandit army have their own mechas, and the Freedom Front, which is most in need of mechas, does not know where it is now. .

The roar of Desik Empire fighter planes and reconnaissance planes came from the distant sky. Fatty knew it was time to wait. Judging from the Skynet radar information given by Little Kid, the troops to the west had been successfully lured over. , is moving here at a jungle speed of one hundred kilometers per hour. If I cannot completely disarm this force and disengage within forty minutes, then it will be another fierce battle. .

Although the more than 700 seventh-generation mechas in front of me cannot be taken away, those eighth-generation listening electronic mechas, royal flag medium mechas, and three tidal heavy mechas are a windfall. The Antenna and Fury of the Sharp Knife Company are equipped with six to eight people. If there is no battle, even some people can come out and drive away twenty Listeners, twenty Royal Flags and three Tides without any problem.

The decision was made, the fat man patted Wasim on the shoulder and said: "Now, station your soldiers and prepare all the mechas for battle."

Wasim secretly complained that the garrison was naturally the establishment of a temporary camp, while field preparation was the routine work of the armored forces before a large-scale battle. No matter which one, it means ordering the 137th Division to remove the mecha from combat status, and the soldiers will leave the mecha for collective reorganization. And without the mecha, you can only let the mermaid be eaten.

As soon as he hesitated, he looked up and saw that the flesh on the fat man's face was twitching nervously, and his eyes were glancing back and forth at his lower body, quite maliciously. He felt a thrill in his heart, remembering the earth-shattering monkey move just now. Picking it up secretly, I just feel cold in my lower body, how can I still have the slightest intention to resist? He immediately issued orders to his troops.

Since Wasim took office as the mayor of the 137th Division, he has engraved his own mark on this team. In the 137th Division, every word of Wasim is a military order. For several years, these mecha warriors who had been tortured by him only knew how to obey and obey again and again. Even the several regiment leaders were usually submissive in front of Wasim. Although they didn't know what was going on at this time, they quickly obeyed the order.

When the Sharp Knife Company descended from the gentle slope under the leadership of Fatty, only more than 20 mechas in the two full regiments of the 137th Division were still able to move. The remaining soldiers could only watch the hunt while gathering. They aimed their thick energy muzzles at their defenseless self without any resistance.

"Company officer..." Torik's sharp knife company was supplemented with more than forty eighth-generation mechas. He smiled from ear to ear. He just felt that following the fat man was always so enjoyable. He asked happily, "The enemy team to the west. The armored regiment is coming soon, what should we do now?"

"Run!" Fatty said without hesitation, "With the colors we have, you still want to do it again?"

Torik thought about it, sighed regretfully, looked at the Desik warriors gathered together, frowned and said, "What should we do with these people? Kill them all?"

"Kill?" The fat man was startled.

"Yeah, we can't keep prisoners of war, what if we don't kill them?" The long-term war killings made Torik talk about it lightly. Whether it was in Milok or Lucerne, the Sixteenth Division fought the hardest. For Torik and others, this is a life-or-death world, and being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself.

"No!" The fat man shook his head and said, "If these more than a thousand people are killed without resistance, the Desik Empire will definitely search for us with heavy troops at all costs, and they will estimate our strength by several times. Times, you can’t do this!”

"Then let them go?" Torik felt that the fat man was too kind.

"Let them go?" Fatty glared, and controlled his logic and walked towards the prisoners of war, "How can such a good thing happen!"

Amidst the violent explosions of hundreds of mechas, Fatty's face was turned red.

"Take off your clothes, take off all your clothes!" He danced and shouted excitedly, "Line up according to size. If you move slowly, you won't be able to get your size again!"

Seeing the Desik warriors, including Wasim, being stripped clean and being pushed into the valley at one end of the canyon, and watching the tattered monsters moving a few big rocks with all their might to the valley. The exit was sealed tightly. Torik and the others were dumbfounded and sighed inwardly. In such a cold weather, they were locked up naked in this mountainous area. They might as well give them a shot! It seems that the monkey trick was stopped at the critical moment, which caused a lot of trouble for the fat man, and even left a psychological shadow. Faced with more than a thousand Momotaro, he finally exploded!

After doing the immoral thing, the fat man was about to climb up the mountain to look down and admire his spectacular masterpiece, but he heard the little kid say: "Fat man, don't fucking say I didn't warn you, I found that woman!"

The fat man was stunned: "Which woman?" The little kid felt that even as an artificial intelligence, he could not disdain this heartless bastard. He sighed and directly called up a satellite camera image on the mecha computer. Mouth said: "The one who is yours.".

On the screen, Bonnie silently hugged her knees, sitting on the top of a hill next to the canyon in the north, staring into the distance.

To her right, three King Kong mechas were monitoring her from a distance. A few kilometers away, the mythical mecha regiment was crossing the canyon and moving in the direction of Bonnie.

Looking at the satellite picture in front of him, the fat man was silent for a long time. Finally he lost the mood to appreciate the masterpiece and handed the Skynet access device removed from the mecha computer of Wasim's Thunder Warrior to the little kid and said, Voice: "Take up." With a wave of his hand, he ordered the sharp knife company to retreat.

More than one hundred and seventy mechas rushed all the way in the mountainous area. After a long time, the little kid connected the access device. Seeing that the fat man didn't speak, he couldn't help but jump on the console and asked: "You don't want to Go find her?"

Controlling the logic, he jumped across a small ditch. Fatty sighed and asked, "How did you find her?"

The little kid said: "I saw that when I used the satellite to check that legion."

"Have the first and second regiments achieved confrontation with the enemy?"

"That's almost it. The rear of that regiment has already passed the hiding place of our troops."

The little brat also has a despicable character and refuses to mention anything. When he saw the fat man rambling, he couldn't help but ask: "You really don't want to go find her?"

"Looking for nothing!" Fatty said angrily, "She used to be the leader of that legion, and those who are looking for her are her own people!"

"Oh!" the little kid suddenly realized, "So that's what happened. It seems that in the future, we will have enemies. After all, we are not one of our own, so there is no psychological burden!"

"roll!"

One hundred vehicles hunted one head and two wings, forming a right triangle assault formation with the electronic mecha and heavy attack mecha in the middle. They climbed over the mountains and ridges, speeding towards the north.

At this time, dozens of Desik fighter planes and reconnaissance planes had appeared in the sky. The place where the battle had just occurred had become a key reconnaissance area. Along the way, in order to avoid the optical detection of these reconnaissance planes that kept passing by at low altitude, the Sharp Knife Company had to slow down and hide at any time.

Fortunately, it is a mountainous area, which has great restrictions on radar, and the electronic shielding function of the electronic mecha is more powerful than those anti-detection jammers. Before the Dersik fighter plane accurately found the source of interference and destroyed it, the radar of the reconnaissance plane was of limited use in the deep and vast jungle of the mountain. It could only rely on the optical lens shooting at low altitude to find traces of the sharp knife company. The Gacharin Skynet system controlled by the little kid can see farther than the electronic mecha and can issue a warning in advance before the reconnaissance plane reaches the sky above the Sharp Knife Company.

So even though the huge body of Desik's armored fighter plane has been hovering in the sky, and although the reconnaissance planes are constantly passing by at low altitudes, the sharp knife company is still calmly moving through the dense jungle, all the way north.

"Whoosh!" Another reconnaissance plane passed overhead. On the belly of the oval-shaped fighter plane, a disc-shaped external electronic probe rotated.

"Fat man, do you think these are her own people?" This was the cold voice of a little kid. Fatty, who was hiding under a cliff, looked away from the sky where the reconnaissance plane disappeared, and found that another satellite shot appeared on the mecha's computer. On the screen, the Myth Mecha Group has reached the small mountain peak where Bonnie is.

Surrounded by dozens of mechas, Bonnie was looking coldly at an officer in front of her. The two stood there quietly, as if waiting for something. Judging from the position and posture of King Kong next to him, it seems that the attitude of this mythical mecha group towards Bonnie is not very friendly.

"Oh!" The fat man had a headache. This little kid seemed to be particularly interested in his affairs with Bonnie. This kid had been underground for thousands of years and had never seen a woman before. He was particularly interested in things between men and women. The artificial intelligence seemed to have grabbed a rare research object and refused to let go, and he did feel guilty for Bonnie. If something happened to Bonnie, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

"Continue to observe, and tell me if anything is wrong." Guessing about the current relationship between the Mythical Legion and Bonnie, Fatty wanted to cool down the gossiping guy in front of him, and deliberately said in an understatement.

"Something is very wrong now..." The kid curled his lips and said, "The Dexik mecha regiment in the west did not follow its original route to move southeast. They suddenly turned!"

"Turn?" Fatty suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Yes, not only them, but also the mecha regiment looking for Bonnie is also gathering. They must have received the order. Also, the other Gacharin troops in the direction of our first and second regiments are also gathering. Adjusted the direction of advance." The little kid called up the map in the mecha computer, extended the advance routes of the three troops, and mobilized Skynet's spy satellites to search for the intersection of the three lines. .

"Where is this?" Looking at the intersection of the extension lines on the map, the fat man was a little confused. This place was obviously far away from the main force of the bandits and his own location.

"Mountain area!" The kid's answer was typical artificial intelligence logic, correct but completely meaningless.

Seeing that things had changed, Fatty quickly ordered the sharp knife company to hurry up. Before he could figure out the enemy's intentions, he had to return to the main force to avoid being caught off guard.

The sharp knife company flew all the way through the jungle, and the situation became increasingly strange. Not only did the three enemy mecha units change their direction, but even the fighter planes overhead also changed their direction and rushed toward the northwest.

Just when the Sharp Knife Company was about to reach the outskirts of the canyon where the main force of the bandit army was located, the search results finally came to fruition. With the movement of the three enemy mecha troops, the area searched by dozens of satellites controlled by the Little Boy was getting wider and wider. Getting smaller and smaller, a high-definition satellite picture made Fatty take a breath of air.

What appears on the screen is the main force of the freedom front led by three leaders.

"!" The fat man felt dizzy and drank cold water between his teeth. He never expected that just when he successfully attracted the enemy's blockade team and was about to jump out of the encirclement, the main force of the freedom front who was being pursued actually ran in! Looking at the current situation, if the bandit army does not rescue it, this resistance army, which is mostly infantry, will definitely not be able to escape the encirclement and suppression of the three mecha troops.

However, it is necessary to rescue this group of soldiers from a mythical mecha regiment, a Desik armored regiment, and a large Gacharin armored force, which has been stared at by Desik and Reinhardt's Skynet. It's easier said than done to live with troops who don't have the ability to maneuver! Moreover, this is the enemy's territory. Even if it can withstand the attacks of three mecha troops, how many enemies will swarm behind?

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