Counterfeit Hero

"Puff, puff..." An energy machine gun swept over the mound of soil outside the trench, raising a bit of dust. A freedom fighter shrank his head alertly, slid under the ditch, leaned against the ditch wall and gasped for air. Around him, the remains of dozens of mechas were burning in countless huge craters, and the billowing smoke obscured the entire front of the position, making people feel suffocated.

This is the first line of defense on the Freedom Front. Half an hour has passed, and the fierce attacks from the two mecha battalions failed to break through this first trench.

The mechas from the bottom of the mountain surged up once again, and several shells fell around the freedom fighter. The flying dust turned him into a native as he lay down in the trench.

"Pfft!" The freedom fighter shook his head, which was dazed by the violent explosion, spit out the dirt in his mouth, and cursed proudly: "***, you can't get old even if you explode like this. Didn't you eat your mother's sight milk this morning? "

He stuck his head out and looked around. Countless mechas were passing through the craters at the front of the position, approaching him.

"Hit!" The company commander's voice came to his ears. The freedom fighters selected a nearby target, suddenly raised the energy cannon in their hands, and pulled the trigger. The energy cannon let out a rapid roar, and the energy bombs flying like fiery red ribbons gathered in the firepower of the comrades and attacked the mecha that had almost rushed into the trench.

"Boom!" The leading vehicle [King Kong] desperately dodged in the dense anti-mecha firepower. The energy shield on its body changed colors rapidly. After all, it could not escape the firepower attack like maggots clinging to its bones. In the sky-high explosion, It was blown to pieces.

However, the firepower of the Freedom Front was limited after all. Facing the black tide of mechas, the explosion of this [King Kong] was just like a small stone thrown into the lake, and then disappeared after a ripple.

The freedom fighter tightened the fusion grenades bundled together in his hands, and stared with red eyes at a [King Kong] sprinting towards the trench. Facing these overwhelming steel behemoths, he had no fear.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters! The attacking mecha group rushed forward, and the short distance passed almost instantly. Seeing that the wave of mechas running in front was about to hit the trench, suddenly, a loud bugle sounded in the sky. The freedom fighter suddenly picked up the fusion grenade and jumped out of the trench like a cheetah. In the trenches to his left and right, Countless vigorous figures jumped up at the same time. Within a few meters, he collided fiercely with the mecha that was running high.

The world suddenly became silent. The freedom fighter, who was desperately running towards the enemy mecha, could only hear his own fierce breathing and the frightened "Dodge!" sound of the enemy commander in the mecha group. The enemy mechas in front of him suddenly started to rush. He slowed down his pace and became confused. The mecha's energy machine guns and energy cannons poured out firepower desperately towards the ground in front of them, trying to prevent this group of freedom fighters who were scurrying like rats under their feet from getting closer to them. However, the distance was too short. The distance of five to ten meters did not allow these mechas to make evasive movements that could change their fate.

Three meters, two meters, the freedom fighter suddenly flew forward and threw himself on the mechanical legs of the mecha like a stone. Blood surged from his mouth, but his face was filled with a proud smile. .

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Continuous explosions soared into the sky. These freedom fighters who sacrificed their lives were like precision-guided missiles, invincible within a ten-meter area in front of the trench! They launched a countercharge using their bodies and strapped-together fusion grenades. The weakly protected leg drive system of the mecha became their target of attack. Dozens of murderous mechas were completely incapacitated by the explosions of flesh and blood, becoming living targets in front of trenches one after another.

The remaining offensive mechas were blocked from the assault route. Looking at the dozens of Freedom Front mechas that launched counterattacks at the right time, they could only retreat under the blind fire suppression. However, they do not feel defeated, because on their left and right sides, there are countless mechas attacking the defense formation of the Freedom Front. They believe that this formation with life as its trench will eventually defeat them. The troops were torn open by endless attacks.

"One row, left!" Gasl shouted hoarsely.

There was only one class of mechas left in the so-called platoon. After hearing the order, they quickly gave up the pursuit of this position and rushed to the left.

"Boom! Boom!" In the criss-crossing trenches, enemy shells continued to fall, and some squares of soil had been completely lifted away, exposing hard rocks, with gravel flying everywhere. And amidst such intensive artillery fire, figures one after another still jumped out of the trenches resolutely and quickly, rushing towards the enemy who was close at hand. .

"A platoon assault!" Driving a tattered mecha, watching his comrades turn into flesh and blood one by one, the platoon commander had already gone crazy. He just kept assaulting, and assaulting again, killing those who were in the suicide attack. The cowardly enemy drives out of the formation, allowing his comrades to die in a worthwhile way and keeping the position firmly in the hands of the Freedom Front!

"Boom!" An energy cannonball hit the left shoulder of a long row of mechas. The mechas suddenly swung to one side amidst the huge impact. The already dark red energy shield could no longer protect the mechas. The machine on the left His arms were drooped, and he lost the ability to move.

"**Your mother!" A platoon leader with red eyes, without any scruple, drove the tattered [fighting dog] captured from Abnosk Prison and the vehicle that was clearing fire in the distance in the sky of gunfire. [King Kong] versus bomb.

[King Kong] awkwardly dodged the two oncoming energy shells. The mythical warrior driving it was a little embarrassed. In the past, he could have easily dodged such energy shells, and then charged in at close range. Use your majestic arms to tear that [Fighting Dog] in half! However, after experiencing the crazy resistance from the Freedom Front, he found that he was actually a little timid. The rigorous training of the Mythical Legion and countless killing experiences on the battlefield have all disappeared at this time. The enemies standing in front of him are not human beings at all. Only they can create such a tragic battle.

"How long has it been since you were so panicked?" [King Kong] took a side step and once again avoided [Bulldog]'s unscrupulous attack. His confidence was recovering. Although his movements were still a little awkward, the targeting system of the mecha computer It has already locked the [Pit Fighting Dog] that is standing there motionless. Its dark red energy shield cannot even withstand the attack of one of its own energy bullets!

[King Kong] turned sideways and swung its arms. The energy muzzle on its right forearm had been raised. It didn't notice that beside it, a tiny figure was dragging a broken leg out of a bomb crater. He flipped out and rolled towards it.

"Boom!" A dull explosion swept through the legs of [King Kong] who was caught off guard. In the violent explosion, [King Kong] was overturned. The energy cannonballs fired almost at the same time flew aimlessly into the sky. The entire leg of [King Kong] had become scattered fragments, and a big hole was blown out of the mecha's belly by the bomb!

"Ah!" This was a long line of hoarse roars. Tears blurred his eyes for a moment. He roared crazily. The finger on the trigger of the energy cannon was pressed into blue, and the energy cannon roared out. The terrifying scream, all the anger and all the pain exploded from the energy cannon at this moment, revenge! With only this belief, a heart that hurts to a standstill cannot tolerate anything else!

[Fighting Dog] rushes in, rushes in the dense artillery fire, this is almost a fight to the death. The energy cannon surging on [King Kong] can not only destroy the enemy, but the explosion wave can also destroy itself! However, [Fighting Dog] is like a mad dog with red eyes. It cannot bear the short distance that the energy cannon flies. It wants to shorten this distance to zero, and it wants to vent all its anger directly on the enemy! It just rushed forward unreasonably. The [King Kong] lying on the bed turned into a blazing fireball almost instantly, and the shock wave of the explosion of the energy capsule violently kicked out the [Fighting Dog] that was thrusting crazily.

"Do you want to die?" A mechanical arm suddenly grabbed the [fighting dog] that fell on the ground, narrowly missing a falling shell, and threw it back into the trench. Gasr shouted angrily, "You Do you want our brothers’ blood to be shed in vain?”

"Woo!" A row of trombones wailed, and the one rolling towards the enemy dragging his broken leg was his good friend!

"Boom!" "Boom!" Gasl's voice was covered up by successive explosions. Just as the enemy retreated, fierce suppressive artillery fire once again covered the formation.

"Retreat!" Seeing that the first trench was almost empty, Gasr gritted his teeth and issued the order. Behind him, there were two more trenches. In these two trenches, there were less than 800 soldiers left!

"Bang!" The angry O'Sullivan slapped a battalion commander hard on the face. He couldn't believe that a battalion's attack of nearly 400 [King Kong] vehicles was actually hit by 2,000 remnants of the Freedom Front. Return! And not just once, but several times in a row! You know, those high up in front are two thousand extremely tired infantry without heavy weapons or armor protection! Gacharin's elite armored troops retreated in front of such a team, even losing two platoons of mechas! .

This is not what makes O'Sullivan angry. What makes him angry is that he can clearly feel that the Mythical Legion is changing, a weak change!

After the coup, this was no longer the army that marched forward bravely for the honor of the empire in the name of the undefeated myth. The soldiers' faith was shaken, and they were no longer as firm as before. The warriors who were brutally destroyed by all enemies are no longer the steel army that is a hundred times more ferocious than the ferocious enemies. When the desperate enemy showed his fangs, they no longer pounced ferociously as usual, but turned around and retreated, exposing their weak backbone! If it weren't for the rigorous training and rich war experience of the Deified Legion, I'm afraid such a failure would be even worse!

Such changes make O'Sullivan angry. His anger lies in his complete inability to change the current situation. What the current Mythical Legion lacks is an inexplicable essence, even if they possess the Gacharin Empire. With cutting-edge weapons, good skills, and rigorous training, they are just a mediocre first-class army!

Looking at the numb and silent battalion commander in front of him, O'Sullivan cheered up and said in a stern voice: "The Mythical Legion will never allow failure. Before the commander of the Legion arrives, you have one last chance. This time, you must give me Nail it to the top, even if you are the only one left after the attack, you have to take this high ground for me!" At this point, he sighed in his heart, and then said, "Go, I will let the Second Battalion Come with you."

Watching the first battalion commander retreat silently, Bonnie, who had been standing next to him, suddenly felt a little sad.

This was actually a disguised compromise by O'Sullivan. Instead of forcing one battalion to take the high ground alone to regain their dignity, he sent another battalion. Two battalions of nearly 800 mechas attacked the high ground that currently only had the same number of infantry. Even at a one-to-one ratio, they were able to capture it.

No matter what kind of monster the Mythical Legion is in the eyes of others, to Bonnie, it is an army that has had countless victories and glory. She was once proud to be a member of this team.

But now, the glory has been far away from this team that is fighting for the Gacharin Empire. Even if they win the high ground of the freedom front, the glory only belongs to those freedom fighters who would rather die than surrender, and belong to those who once looked down upon in their own eyes. , a lower-class people with no self-esteem and no creation, who only know how to beg and destroy, not this invincible team composed of proud Weibo people!

In the distance, the roar of fighter planes came. Bonnie felt that the matter was a bit ironic. In such a battle, did the Mythical Legion still need the support of fighter planes?

She suddenly wanted to see Reinhard, and she wanted to know why all this was happening!

Seeing the two mecha battalions of the Mythical Legion launching an attack formation under the high ground, the gathered freedom fighters silently collected ammunition and tied fusion grenades to their bodies.

The position where the Desik mecha attack had just been repelled was filled with gunpowder smoke that seemed to last forever. The remains of the mecha were burning, billowing black smoke, and occasional explosions made the entire formation seem to be on fire. In the shaking hell.

Dead freedom fighters lay scattered in the trenches, their bodies already stiff in the cold winter. Outside the trench, the remains of some soldiers still maintained their charging posture.

Life is so fragile. Everyone understands that when the enemy attacks again, everyone here will die in the battle! This was originally a good destination for freedom fighters!

The enemy mecha began to move, and fierce artillery fire once again covered the entire formation.

On the battlefield, a burst of singing suddenly sounded. This is an ancient Kentai folk song, which tells the story of a young man riding a horse and galloping freely under the blue sky and his beloved girl. The singing cut through the roar of artillery fire. High-pitched and loud, this is the song of a free nation, and every note is full of the desire for equality and freedom. At the same time, this song is mocking, making loud and unscrupulous mockery in the face of fierce artillery fire!

Oberto picked up the portable missile launcher in his hand and stuffed the last anti-mecha missile into it. He sang loudly. He was singing this song back then and chased his wife. Now he and She is as young and as radiant as she was twenty years ago. He hugged the surviving warriors one by one, and then he said: "Fight!".

The singing stopped, and a roar like angry thunder arose from the battlefield.

"fighting!"

All the freedom fighters entered the trenches, and on both sides of the high ground, thousands of mechas began to trot along. The ground trembled amidst the explosions one after another in the formation and the footsteps of the charging mechas. Just when this unsuspenseful drama was finally about to come to an end, a large flag slowly reached the sky from the rising horizon of the hillside behind the Desik Empire, like a fiery red lightning piercing the dark clouds!

"Bandit army!"

No one knows which army the flag represents, everyone is guessing.

Soon, as a mecha appeared, everyone's eyes froze! Whether it's a fighter of the Freedom Front, a soldier of the Mythical Legion, or a commander of Desik, everyone knows this legendary mecha! This tattered [Warcraft] spread throughout human society with the propaganda video of the LeRay Federation!

"Is he still alive?" This was the surprised voice of the freedom fighters.

"He is still alive?" This was the unbelievable voice of the Desik Emperor and the soldiers of the Mythical Legion. "He's here!" This was the voice of Oberto crying with joy.

"He's coming!" This was Bonnie's complicated voice.

However, after waiting for a long time, this shabby [Warcraft] just stood on the hillside stupidly, waving the fiery red flag like an idiot.

Behind him, the expected flood of mecha army did not appear.

He stood alone on the hillside, waving the flag repeatedly and pretending to be mighty. How dare a mecha become an army?

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