Counterfeit Hero

A dense swarm of [Thunder and Lightning] fighters passed between large and small pumice stones, like peregrine falcons in the dense forest at dusk.

Seeing that Duke Humphrey's escape capsule had its propeller destroyed, and the situation was in danger, all the pilots in Binart became red-eyed. All the safe flight rules, the instructor's instructions, and the performance limits of the fighter plane were all thrown out of the window. All the fighter planes were flying at top speed, and no one paid attention to how complex and dangerous the terrain was.

The fiery red light clusters that bloomed due to collision with asteroids due to control errors suddenly shone in the frenzy of fast-moving fighter planes, which was shocking.

However, no one paid any attention to these unlucky pilots. The companions following them only deflected the control stick, allowing the fighter plane to pass by the flickering fireball like lightning, and continue to fly towards the central theater.

As an old empire, the Binart Empire has ancient customs and long traditions. In a sense, customs and traditions are a kind of implicit law. It is even stronger than the law, has a wider influence, and is more powerful.

Every Binart who grew up in an imperial country with nobles as the main class had already had the concept of hierarchy engraved in their bones. Just like now, all the soldiers understand what Humphrey means to the Binart Empire!

He is no ordinary nobleman.

He is an Imperial General; he is a leader among the young generation of Imperial Generals; he is the current head of the Humphrey family, one of the four major families; he rules a family planet and has hundreds of thousands of troops and two Royal Elephants under his command. Imperial Duke of the Fleet!

No one dares to imagine what the consequences will be if Humphrey is killed here.

That would be the most serious defeat suffered by the empire since the Battle of Carlston thirty years ago. It would be the most unacceptable humiliation and blow to the imperial aristocracy! Everyone present will face the wrath of the royal family and aristocracy, the review of the imperial security department, and the trial of the imperial civil court!

The thought of worrying about the death of the minister has long been a belief that every soldier in Humphrey's fleet believes in with all his body and mind. They are Humphrey's retainers. In their minds, the life of the Duke is ten thousand times more precious than their own lives! Even if the lives of everyone in the entire fleet were exchanged for Humphrey's survival, no one would hesitate at all.

The battle entered a climax as it approached the outskirts of the central theater.

The more than two hundred [Thunderbolts] rushing at the front were tightly entangled by a hundred [Dragon Fighters].

The two sides were like two huge waves heading towards each other. The moment they met, they collided into a messy spray rising into the sky. Fighter planes were circling through the pumice, chasing and fighting each other. Groups of fireballs rose in the asteroid with flowing golden light. The invisible shock wave stirred up the diffuse gas, dust and gravel, and quickly spread into staggered circles in all directions.

The [Thunder and Lightning] fleet that hurriedly returned to defense did not find the terrain as rough as they imagined. Without a strict formation, 1,200 fighter planes stretched for nearly 10,000 kilometers, making it impossible to concentrate combat power. And the performance of their fighter planes was also at a clear disadvantage in the confrontation with the [Dragon Fighter]. When they are eager to break through, they are simply targets for the cunning and ferocious [Dragon Fighter]!

The three groups of [Dragon Fighters], after handing over the task of attacking the escape cabin to the mecha team led by Fatty, all devoted themselves to intercepting the [Thunder] fleet. By destroying the tail thruster of the escape capsule, they have completed their mission. The rest is a matter of those mecha war gods. All they could do was buy time and pray for the two poor Binart mechas, hoping that they wouldn't be beaten too badly.

The fighter plane clusters were strangulating, and the airspace was completely blocked.

But the originally bustling center had become deserted.

When the modified mechas Cohen and Breed piloting the [Judge] stared blankly at the flying fighter planes flying away in groups, they saw twenty cyan mechas swaggering in front of them. , their first reaction was confusion. The second reaction was to laugh in anger!

The tail thruster of the original escape capsule was destroyed. Facing more and more attacks from space fighters, Cohen and Breed had a hard time. Their mechas can gallop through a group of huge and slow-turning battleships, but that doesn't mean they can be invincible among a group of equally agile fighter planes. The fighting method of space fighter planes is to win with agility and speed.

In the last few dozen seconds, facing a number of fighters that were nearly a hundred times their own, Cohen and Breed had given up on large-scale killing, and chose to retreat to the escape cabin, guarding them with all their strength, waiting for the rescue of the [Thunder] fleet. Unexpectedly, at this moment, these fighters gave up the attack and ran to intercept the [Thunder] fleet, leaving the task of attacking the escape cabin to twenty mechas!

Just wanting to defeat him with twenty mechas... Cohen and Breed laughed in unison. They felt that these idiots in front of them thought too highly of themselves.

This will be the most serious mistake made by this difficult and broken fleet in this battle!

The two [Judges] put away their traction engines almost at the same time.

The scorpion-clamp external traction engine is used when facing fighters or long-distance warships. The auxiliary thrusters on the backs and soles of the mechas are enough for small-scale operations between mechas.

When the engine cracked into small squares, shrunk into two small olive shapes, and were stored in the storage compartments on the sides of the mecha, Cohen and Breed rushed towards the twenty bandit mechas. A set of light signals was played.

The whole world seemed to become quiet all of a sudden.

The showdown between the frantic fighter jet clusters could no longer attract the attention of the soldiers from both sides who were quickly moving towards the central battle zone. The light clusters and light chains that filled the eyes, as well as the flying and fighting fighter planes, all disappeared from sight.

The only ones that existed were twenty blue fat man mechas, two calm and composed [Judges], and...~The six signal lights on the shoulders of the two [Judges] were changing and flashing at the same time.

Light signals have been used in the human world for thousands of years. Modern light signals are more perfect than those in ancient times, expressing more meanings, more accurately, and simpler. As a signaling method used when the ship's electronic system is interfered with, in distress, or in emergency situations, modern aerospace regulations clearly require that every crew member must master this basic skill before leaving the ground and entering space for the first time. .

Therefore, when Cohen and Brad played the light signal, everyone

There was an uproar.

The meaning of the [Judge]'s signal is very simple - "Pray one last prayer."

The straightforward and arrogant signal is so dazzling in the black universe. The lights flickered, the thruster stream gradually brightened, and the [Judge] slowly faced the bandit mecha.

The two [Judges] are exactly the same, just like the ancient Spartan warriors. Their movements are smooth and smooth. With a hint of nonchalance, a hint of coldness. It seemed that they were facing only twenty ants.

"A frog at the bottom of a well! A mantis acting as a chariot!" A captain of the battleship Binart commented on the fate of twenty cyan mechas in eight words. He took out a bottle of good wine and opened the cap without hesitation. He gave the bandits the last two words: "Stupid!"

For him, this battle is over!

This fleet from the free world of Mars simply does not understand what the [Judge] means to mainstream human society and this war! If they knew that not long ago in the Catalonia galaxy, a standard combat squad of [Judges] defeated a three-member Fei Alliance armored division, I am afraid they would not have made the decision to use twenty vehicles. The mecha comes to fight against the folly of two [Judges]! !

Lack of knowledge makes them stupid. And stupidity on the battlefield... can lead to death! The light signals played by Cohen and Breed were not considered arrogant. They are just stating a fact!

The fatigue of more than a hundred hours of fighting, and the high tension of these dozens of minutes, have all disappeared. The entire officers and soldiers of Humphrey's fleet couldn't help but relax their tense bodies and lean back comfortably on their chairs. The officers were smiling at each other. The soldiers laughed, whispered to each other, shook hands and high-fived.

One by one, the banknotes were placed on the staff's deduction table.

Each captain smiled and turned a blind eye to this.

Two lions facing two hundred kites may make everyone a little nervous. Faced with twenty local dogs...what else is there to worry about? Now, what everyone needs to do is to bet on how long these twenty desperate mechas can last.

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While the Binarts were relaxed, there was deathly silence in Feiyang's fleet. Everyone's palms were filled with sweat.

Ordinary Feiyang officers and soldiers have only heard a little bit about this kind of mecha. This is due to the fact that the top management of the Fei League has blocked information about this type of mecha.

However, paper cannot contain the fire. The disastrous defeat of the Lane Republic in the Catalonia galaxy has caused all kinds of gossip about this kind of mecha to spread. And in these gossips, the description of this mecha is even more terrifying than the mecha itself. Many Feiyang soldiers have heard that one [Judger] can slaughter a Feiyang armored regiment!

Originally, many of them didn't believe it.

However, the military's secrecy about the defeat in the Ivy League battle and the performance of this strange mecha they had seen before among the densely packed group of bandit fighters made their hearts sink to the bottom. The hope that had just warmed up became cold again.

The one with the most complicated emotions was naturally Douglas.

At this time, he could no longer sit still. He, Pang Mingjian, and many staff officers who had no work at hand for the time being, all walked to the front of the podium facing the main virtual screen of the hall, and stared intently with bated breath.

He knew how powerful the [Judge] was, and he also knew how powerful Fatty was, but he was unsure about the mechas behind Fatty.

It's like two swords, about to have the most violent collision! Who wins and who loses? ! A little desperate, but also a little hopeful. Such a mood is undoubtedly a kind of suffering!

Fortunately, however, this suffering did not last long.

In just a few seconds, twenty cyan mechas had already met the [Judge]. Facing the enemy's provocation, the green mecha rushing at the front rushed forward without saying a word, raised its leg and hit him with a knee...

"General! The bandits request directed communications!"

The exclamation of the correspondent beside him suddenly drew Douglas's attention back from the virtual screen.

"What?" Douglas was startled and said anxiously: "Hurry up and get through!"

At the same time as he gave the order, he habitually glanced out the window and the radar screen. However, in addition to the Feiyang battleships surrounding him in a triangular attack formation, they entered the asteroid belt covered with pumice from the empty void one after another. , he did not see any ship that could conduct directional communication with him.

"General! It's Colonel Margaret!" As soon as the picture on the communication screen flashed, Chief of Staff Pang Mingjian shouted in surprise.

"Margaret..." Douglas grabbed the communicator and said, "Those two mechas are..."

Halfway through his words, Douglas suddenly paused.

On the screen, Margaret sighed and said: "Of course I know these two mechas are Binard's twelfth generation mechas..."

“Then why are you, Glass, unable to conceal his surprise.

"Forget it, let's make it clear right now." Margaret covered her forehead with a headache and said with a wry smile: "Let your fleet change its formation. Don't fight with the enemy. Directly insert us into the central battle zone and prepare to capture Humphrey!"

"Capture Humphrey?" Douglas couldn't believe his ears at all. He looked at Margaret, and then at the control room hall of the bandit warship behind Margaret: "You mean they can win?" ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a thunderous cheer suddenly explode in his ears.

What's wrong? Douglas turned his head suddenly.

On the virtual screen, ten cyan mechas surrounded Humphrey's escape cabin.

Five of the mechas were dragging the escape capsule back, while the other five were slowly attacking the energy shield of the escape capsule with energy cannons or ion light knives.

On the other side, ten cyan mechas and two [Judges] had turned into two dazzling masses of light and shadow. Just as the cheers started, one of the [Judges] was struck by a cyan mecha like lightning. He kicked the ground straight and hit his lower abdomen hard.

Douglas's eyes suddenly straightened!

In the wild, the [Judge] that made the entire Fei Alliance high-level people fearful, bent like a fallen leaf on the ground, flew hundreds of meters away...

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"Come on!" The fat man chuckled, and the mecha hooked its fingers: "Metal Head, are you dumbfounded?"

Cohen finally stabilized the mecha and raised his head in shock. Not far away, Breed was in a state of disarray amid the stormy attacks of five cyan mechas. All around, four cyan mechas surrounded him. On the front, it was obviously the cyan mecha owned by the opponent's leader, holding his arms and hovering proudly in front of him. The fingers stretched out from the elbow, hooking and hooking. .

How can this be! Cohen's hands were shaking violently. His face turned pale from fear.

The control cabin filled with nutrient solution was gurgling with green bubbles. Several silver-white metal data cables inserted into the brain interface were stretched straight due to Cohen's uneasy swing. The computer screen on the control hatch flickered on and off, and the electronic signal conversion system automatically converted the electronic clear code sent by the other party... The word "metal head" stung his eyes!

Do they know themselves? !

Cohen suddenly felt that the whole world was in chaos.

A few seconds ago, just when he and Breed thought they were sure of victory, twenty mechas, divided into three teams, rushed forward.

Ten of them did not target him and Breed at all, but rushed directly towards the escape capsule that had lost its main power and was using steering thrusters and inertial flight. What faced them were only five cyan mechas on one side. .

Using ten mechas to entangle and another ten mechas to attack the escape cabin is so childish, so simple, so low-level, and such a blatant tactic! This is simply a kind of naked humiliation!

Cohen was so angry that he vowed to kill the twenty mechas in front of him into pieces.

He wants these people to understand what a real mecha is!

Just when he was sneering and preparing to go on a killing spree, the green mecha at the front launched an attack with a knee!

With just the first move he launched at his opponent, Cohen knew that he had underestimated his opponent. The fighter who launched the attack was definitely stronger than those ninth-level warriors from the Binart Empire!

But...Cohen smiled evilly. After undergoing the transformation, his control has reached the hand speed standard of 75 movements per second. Such speed is an overwhelming advantage for any mecha who relies on hand speed to control mechas. He has never seen a fighter with higher hand speed than this one. He has absolute confidence in his own strength.

[Judge] will change the entire history of mechas. Any mecha controlled by two hands will be slaughtered in front of the modified mecha.

The discovery that his opponent had a senior fighter made him feel inexplicably excited.

Such mecha masters are rare but hard to find. He used to be just an eighth-level mecha warrior, but now, he has the strength to humiliate and kill a tenth-level or even eleventh-level mecha warrior in the most cruel way.

There is nothing more wonderful than killing a king in the eyes of ordinary people in such a crucial battle.

Seeing his opponent coming, Cohen shook his hand and struck down with the ion light knife with thunderous momentum! He wanted to dye this airspace red with the blood of this senior fighter. He wanted the other fighters following this master to understand that the master in their eyes was just a lamb that he slaughtered at will!

He wants to make everyone feel desperate!

However, just when his ion light knife was about to split the cyan mecha in half, he only felt his eyes blurred, and the cyan mecha disappeared in just a flash! Then, a side kick hit his shoulder.

What happened next became a nightmare.

It was a blinding attack. The five mechas were shaking around him like phantoms. Countless fists and kicks fell on the mecha like a storm. Movement, defense, counterattack...all the thoughts subconsciously turned into only one action of the mecha - parry! Endlessly parrying! Parry like a drowned dog!

Until he was kicked in the abdomen and flew far away.

Cohen stared intently at the transparent cockpit of the front mecha. Inside, there was a fat man with fair hair, and his fingers were as coquettish as his mecha. The twitching half of his eyebrows is an unabashed provocation!

Cohen looked away and looked around. Four cyan mechas surrounded him at four oblique angles.

The pilots sitting in the transparent cockpit have different appearances, ranging in age from old to young, and all of them appear to be very leisurely. There was a smile on their lips. It was a smile that was exactly the same as the fat metal face of the mecha they drove, full of ridicule and mockery.

Their signal lights were flashing.

"Pray! Fool!"

A burst of blood suddenly rushed to the top of his head. Cohen finally understood that there was not one fighter with a hand speed of 60 or even 70, but a group of them!

This is a group of super mechas with mecha fighting skills that he has never imagined! Their hand speed may not be as good as mine, and they may be defeated by their own men when fighting alone. However, their fighting skills are so exquisite and they are so powerful when they join forces!

They are playing with themselves. In the previous battle, they didn't use their full strength at all!

For them, this is a cat and mouse game!

With a low roar, Cohen stepped forward. The ion light knife in his right hand brought up an arc of light. He also lifted and kicked his legs under his feet, as fast as thunder and lightning.

"Are you trying your best?" The fat man was unwilling to show weakness in the tit-for-tat confrontation. He dodged away with a powerful aura and waved his hand: "Up!"

Buzz, Wetherill, Wagstaff, and Monson were four mechanis who would make people go crazy with envy in any country. At the same time, they flashed and struck the [Arbiter] with a beautiful combination. Squeezed in the center, four blue ion daggers stabbed at the [Judge] from all angles. .