Counterfeit Hero

Thelwall got off his horse and got off the ground. An entourage had already taken the polo club from his hand and handed him a wet towel that was hot but not scalding. The horse trainer who had been standing next to him quickly pulled the sweaty horse away and took a slow stroll to catch his breath.

Accompanied by the incessant sound of cannons and explosions beyond the distant horizon, the dusty polo ground was still filled with thunderous hooves, and dozens of knights were waving their clubs, shouting, and racing back and forth.

Thelwall sat calmly on a chair on the sidelines, drinking tea and watching the game on the court. He closed his eyes again to rest his mind, and then turned his attention to the intelligence officer who had been waiting beside him for a long time.

Before Thelwall cast his gaze over, the intelligence officer stood straight beside him without making a sound.

This is Thelwall's rule.

Even if the sky is going to fall in the next second, the Nademik Dynasty will never allow its descendants to panic like those low-class people.

Calmness is a basic quality that a royal family of noble blood should have from an early age. As a descendant of the dynasty, Thelwall, while devoutly following every code handed down from the Nadmik dynasty, also had the same requirements for his subordinates.

"President." The intelligence officer opened the file and reported the current situation: "... The Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment has cut off the 7th, 25th and 25th routes from Bering Port and Qianlong Port to Central City. Resource Highway No. 29, and deployed layers of defenses... The reconnaissance ship of the Bloodwing Fleet sent back news that it had discovered that the Longxing Huiqing Flagship was gathering in the Spartan Troop Corridor in the Da Channel, and the current movements of the Red Flagship were unknown. "

The da channel is a B-level channel that connects the Odin Free Channel to Chakna and Suss. Su Kezhou sent a fleet to station there, just as Thelwall expected. After all, this is the life passage of the immortal Chakna.

Unfortunately, the main channel is now under the control of the Sus Empire. The large channel, which is inextricably linked to the main channel, cannot be mastered by a green flagship team.

With a sneer on his lips, Thelwall nodded with his eyes closed. He said calmly: "I know."

The intelligence officer closed the folder and continued: "In addition, the mecha battalion of the Scarlet Mercenary Group has approached Puluo Town and has not yet had a head-on conflict with the Xintai Flow. We have just received intelligence that the Phantom Flow has given up on its master. The library and major branches set off at ten o'clock yesterday, passing through the central city and entering Puluo Town."

"Phantom flow?" Thelwall slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the dust and mist filling the polo ground, I couldn't help but frown.

The identity of the new director of Tailiupuo Branch is no longer a secret.

This fat man Leray who appeared out of thin air and single-handedly promoted the outbreak of the genre war has already made Thelwall feel threatened.

Especially the melee on Puro First Avenue made him have to re-examine this fat man who seemed to pose no threat.

Fifty mechas, in this mecha world. Nothing at all.

However, the combat power that the fifty mechas unleashed in that short battle, as well as the energy cannons equipped on them, were obviously not as simple as a number.

As a collaborator with Seuss' Empire. The Femen League is Thelwall's natural enemy. This enemy was only Su Kezhou before, but now. There seems to be one more.

What makes Thelwall feel the most unhappy is that the arrangements he made many years in advance seem to be facing the threat of a larger plan.

It was hard for him to believe that the Longxing Chamber of Commerce, which was inextricably related to Chakna, had nothing to do with that fat man Le Lei!

If Su Kezhou pushed the fat man to the forefront, if Su Kezhou was planning all these conflicts behind the scenes. Does that mean that Longxinghui, a behemoth that has dominated Mars for many years, has already had a plan similar to his own? !

At this moment, what does the split of Tailiu and the arrival of phantom flow mean?

Why is Longxinghui still in a defensive posture? ^^First release^^ Has there been no connection at all with Protown from beginning to end? Even their mecha troops didn't move closer to the central city?

We can no longer let this group of people from the Fei League hide behind.

Thelwall made up his mind in a split second. If you want to know the Longxing Club’s plan. Knowing the Fei League's arrangement in Mars, it is actually very simple.

You just need to be in the key parts. Poke it with a bamboo pole!

The most eye-catching part of this hornet's nest is naturally Puluo Town!

Thelwall wanted to see how long the hidden Fei League forces could remain hidden when his troops were massacred in Puluo Town!

After exiting First Avenue in Prolo, and twisting and turning through the central business district lined with high-rise buildings, the flying car stopped at the intersection of Piccadilly Avenue in Protown.

On the deserted streets, there are still traces of arson and looting by thugs who took advantage of the situation. Several shops and supermarkets on both sides of the street have been looted. Even the display windows were smashed to pieces. Several flying cars, which had been burned into black metal frames, were still parked on the roadside. Shards of glass, shoes, clothes and papers were scattered all over the floor.

Sandbags have been piled up at the intersection, and old-fashioned machine guns have been set up to defend the infantry. Portable missiles and several energy cannons were also set up on the upper floors of several buildings near the intersection.

Several metal plates dismantled from the mecha wreckage on First Avenue were welded into a simple bulletproof wall. The isolation net was also closed. Seven or eight bandit mechas and a dozen escort mechas sealed the bridge head tightly.

The fat man pressed his face against the car window and stared blankly outside the cordon.

He knew that it was Old Smith who asked to see him, but he never dreamed that Old Smith's arrival would be such a huge force.

Old Smith stood outside the intersection barrier. Behind him were dozens of agile mechas unique to the Phantom stream. Surrounded by mechas were hundreds of Phantom Flow disciples holding various weapons. Among these disciples, there were more than twenty giant trucks.

The automatic doors in the trunks of several of the trucks had been opened.

Several children who had no worries were happily running around on the automatic landing gear of the truck. In the carriage, women and old people were huddled behind the partition, with only half of their heads exposed, watching quietly.

Obviously, these are the family members of the Phantom Flow people, and they have already left in full force.

The fat man scratched his head with a pair of meaty hands, as if this was the only way to show his confusion at this moment.

Fat people always know their own weight. Although it is a little heavier than ordinary people. But it's definitely not to the point where you can make people bow to you just by throwing away your body.

If Old Smith came to contact him first and discussed the price, and then he would undress and take off his clothes after everyone flirted with each other, the fat man would understand. According to his understanding of old Smith, this old guy is just an old fox who doesn't see rabbits, doesn't see hawks, doesn't see devils, and doesn't worry about anything. .

But what I saw before my eyes was that this old fox had brought the entire phantom flow to Puluo Town. This is not what it means to come to seek refuge in oneself.

The fat man was confused for a moment. Could it be that he was so arrogant that the pie in the sky simply fell to the ground?

Confused, the car stopped. The fat man quickly put on a smile, got out of the car and strode forward to greet him.

This is exactly what he wants. No matter what, this phantom flow must be eaten in one bite.

As soon as he saw the fat man with his facial features deformed and a smile on his face, Old Smith sighed softly. From this guy, he doesn't see Leray's heroic demeanor at all.

But, now. ^^Starting^^ He had no other choice.

Unlike other top-ranked factions, the Phantom Flow does not have mercenaries, business groups, or exclusive armed fleets. After the war broke out, several factories owned by the Griffin Knights were forced to close. The area where the main hall is located has been blocked into an isolated island by other forces from different vertical and horizontal areas.

There was chaos and chaos, and thugs were rampant. Many poor disciples. They all took their families to the mecha hall. Phantom flow is their last resort.

But Old Smith knew that by relying only on people like himself, the Phantom Flow would never be able to survive the day when this war ended. After carefully reading the notice announcing the break with the Tailiu led by Cooper, he finally made up his mind.

Go to Protown!

Old Smith didn't mind betting all the phantom flow on the gambling table. He had nothing to lose.

Thus, the phantom flow began to travel through the hail of bullets.

From the location of the Central City Main Hall to Puluo Town, the flying car only takes an hour on weekdays, but the Phantom Travel lasted a whole day. After paying the price with the lives of two giant trucks and several convoy soldiers, they finally arrived in the town of Plo.

Tian Xingjian walked towards him.

Old Smith looked back behind him.

Led by Cozmo. Dozens of Phantom Flow core disciples lined up neatly in a square formation.

These young people who grew up in the free world are standing tall and silent at this moment. They just stared at the oncoming figure.

Including Cosmo, the eyes of these young warriors showed clear and undisguised admiration!

He led more than 270 prisoners of war across thousands of miles of enemy lines to break out of the encirclement. He sneaked into Mozic alone and stirred up a violent storm to capture James. Blocking the hunter army, thousands of mechas ran rampantly, and they charged forward arrogantly amidst the sky full of artillery fire. Falling into the abyss and miraculously surviving.

Most importantly. He once controlled a mecha to turn one into a hundred, and he was invincible with a pair of iron fists roaring in the main hall of Phantom Flow. Return the humiliation that Cooper suffered to the Phantom Flow a hundredfold.

Whenever I think about the scene at that time, not only these young warriors, but also Old Smith himself and several steady and indifferent elders can't help but be fascinated.

The future of Phantom Stream is firmly tied to this person, and no one objects!

So here comes the Phantom Stream!

However, can this fat man really bring a bright future to Phantom Flow?

Old Smith is not sure!

Until now, he still couldn't figure out how this fat man could clean up this mess! Even if the core skills are needed again, no matter how embarrassed he is at this moment, Old Smith will not hand over the lives of the young people behind him to a hopeless war.

Looking at the fat man walking in front of him, Old Smith's eyes were as bright as lightning. He was silent for a long time. He asked a confused question: "Are you sure?"

The fat man was startled. From the beginning to the end, he and Old Smith were not familiar with each other, and they did not even know each other formally.

But now, the old man standing in front of him just asked the question he was most worried about.

Cast your gaze behind Old Smith. Facing the fiery eyes of the Phantom Jets, the fat man put away the smile on his face.

"have!"

"What are you going to do?"

"wait!"

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Meishin-ryu, Black Dragon Way, and many other schools."

"What do you want to do?"

"Revitalize the Federation of Genres!"

There was no hesitation. An old man and a young man stood face to face and asked questions quickly. Every word was extremely concise.

"Revitalize the genre federation?!" Old Smith muttered.

He turned his head and looked behind him. He looked past the Phantom Flow crowd and towards the road they came from.

In the sky, the sound of cannons and gunshots is endless!

The doubts in my heart suddenly disappeared. Looking at the horizon reddened by explosions and fires, Old Smith suddenly wanted to laugh out loud. Without any further hesitation, a phantom flow roster and material list were thrust into Fatty's hands.

Turn your hands to make clouds and turn your hands to make rain!

Old Smith had to admire him. The methods of this simple and honest fat man in front of me!

The situation in the free world of Mars has been exploited to the extreme by him using his strength! !

He took advantage of the conflict with Phantom Ryu to enter Tai Ryu with the force of wind and thunder, and kicked the nine gyms in a row with lightning speed. Ignite the tinderbox of genre contradictions.

When this chaos was about to begin, what he did made several major schools that were already ready to attack. Finally, he completely abandoned the tradition of the genre and started the war in advance.

But at this time, he wanted to rebuild what he had destroyed.

Rebuilding the Federation of Genres.

The Federation is just a cover. What this fat man is using is the traditions of several major free worlds that have existed for thousands of years!

To maintain the federation of genres and to reintegrate the free world into the traditions of genre customs. The temptation for the genre to remain at the top of the pyramid of the free world, as it has been for thousands of years, is too great for those small factions that are unable to influence this war.

Regardless of their status in the genre, they are still members of this class after all; they still enjoy the benefits brought by the tradition of the genre!

Just Feimeng. Be able to have enough strength to hold up the situation. Genre returns to the heart. It's almost a sure thing.

The members of the Federation are still these folk mecha schools.

The only difference is that ****** has abandoned the three major genres of genre tradition. In this ever-changing process, the leadership of the Federation of Schools has been easily handed over!

Old Smith bowed slightly and slowly stepped aside.

The phalanx of Phantom Streamers was right in front of Tian Xingjian.

The pilots stood silently. Tian Xingjian looked at them, and they looked at Tian Xingjian intently. These untrained young people had just crossed the central city shrouded in a hail of bullets. Completed their first baptism in the war.

While passing through a neighborhood controlled by a small mercenary group, they were attacked.

One peripheral disciple and several members of the escort died, dozens of people were injured, and two heavy trucks were burned. .

What we are proud of is that the children and elderly people in the truck were closely protected, and there was no tragedy of car crash or death.

There was no shortage of blood and gore in their upbringing.

Whether it's at school or in the neighborhood where we live, violence is everywhere.

They learned how to fight, how to fight hard, and how to protect themselves. However, they still haven't learned war - the kind of war that sweeps all mankind.

They were very tired, and in their eyes, in addition to excitement and expectation, there was also confusion and confusion.

Fat people know that they are waiting, waiting for themselves to give them a goal, an answer, and a reason to convince themselves.

"From today on, you are a member of this group."

When the fat man raised his chest and raised his head, he had the demeanor of an iron-blooded soldier. Even the Special Reconnaissance Group and the Tiger Special Forces couldn't imitate this kind of style. When he showed it out at this time, it immediately shocked the young Phantom pilots! They have never seen that just by standing, a person can smell the smoke of the battlefield, see the hunting flag, the bloody ground, and see a steel plate that is so hard that it cannot be broken!

"I know you are waiting, waiting for me to tell you what kind of group this is, and what will happen to you in the future!"

A gust of wind swept through the wide and silent intersection, lifting the waste paper scattered on the ground, then spinning in circles and falling, drifting away into the distance. A hanging tattered billboard flapped up and down in the wind against the metal frame it was originally on, accompaniment to Fatty's voice.

"If you still feel confused, it only proves that you haven't realized what this era you are living in means to you!" The fat man looked around: "In 5650 AD, the Supreme Council of Humanity announced the first Isolated planet----Earth! In 6204 AD, the second isolated planet was born, Langli Star, which is the planet we are now standing under, renamed after Mars, the god of war! From that time on, You are the outcasts!"

After a slight commotion, there was still silence.

The young pilots stared intently at the fat man in front of them, their eyes shining with a kind of light that only shines when they are understood.

"Except for a very few, most free people are not allowed to live in mainstream countries for a long time. Technology, military, and thousands of various materials are embargoed. This is a hell in the universe! All criminals gather here, Even if it is your ancestors' fault, you are not accepted by mainstream society.

I know you are not willing to give in. In fact, your parents and ancestors are not willing to accept it! However, you have no way to tear down that iron curtain, you can only survive here by killing each other!

Perhaps, some of you have already realized the opportunities that this war sweeping across mankind has brought to you! However, this chance is so slim. You are a piece of disorganized people, and you cannot unite to fight for this opportunity.

Now, what I want to tell you is that you should not and will not become cannon fodder for the two major military groups. You have a chance, in the name of the free world, to win the war, to win your life, and to win the dignity that your fathers and ancestors never got!

The FIU may help us, but I do not represent the FIU, and the group you are joining does not belong to the FIU! This group has one and only one name, Bandit Army! This is the abbreviation that the Supreme United Council used to refer to everyone in the free world. Now, I will lead all of you to bear this word "bandit" and walk into the mainstream world of mankind again, so that the iron curtain covering the Mars Freeport will disappear from now on. ! "

The fat man stopped and swallowed secretly.

After having long talks with Wetherill, Baz and other Tailiu disciples, he had prepared this speech for a long time in order to accurately capture and utilize the mentality of these Freeport youths. Not only did he face the Phantom School this time, he was also prepared to face disciples of many schools in the future.

From the looks in the eyes of Cozmo and others in front of him, Fatty knew that he had captured their hearts. For those who believe in the law of the jungle, what they are least afraid of is hard work and adventure. That's almost their nature and instinct!

All they need is a goal!

"Take your things and start your mecha." The fat man stuffed Old Smith into the flying car, turned around and continued to pretend to be cool: "Follow me, you will have a magnificent future!"

The flying car shook its head beautifully and headed towards the First Avenue of Plo.

Behind him, dozens of Phantom Flow mechas and heavy trucks followed.

The passionate and confused Phantom Jets had no other thoughts in their minds.

The curators are gone, where will they go if they don't follow? .