Counterfeit Hero

Seeing these green arrows crossing the defensive zone of Stephen's 58th Division, Fatty felt a palpitation in his heart. He built the plank road openly and secretly in Chen Cang. Reinhardt and Stephen joined forces!

"Get through the communications with the theater headquarters immediately. I want to find Douglas!" The fat man walked out of the room angrily. Siyo took action, and this was definitely not their final move! In this battle, if the Nineteenth Division is not careful, the whole army will be wiped out!

"General Douglas, based on the current situation, I request the theater command to immediately stop the attack on Gacu, establish a line of control on the spot, and divide the troops to move south of Tanvir. Otherwise, the long line post will not last more than two days! Once it falls, Plisk will It will be completely occupied, and the main force in the theater will face attacks from both front and rear!"

As the image of Douglas appeared on the virtual screen, as soon as the communication was connected, Fatty made a categorical request. Anyone who has read the battle report knows that even if the Freedom Front and the 19th Division are filled in here, they will not be able to withstand the overwhelming force. Two enemy forces attack!

"General Tian, ​​I can tell you very clearly..." Douglas's expression looked a little strange: "Our army has occupied most of Jiancao, and we are strengthening our offensive in an effort to break through. We can't stop now. This is from your ministry. We have learned the information in advance, and the guidance from the expeditionary force headquarters is very clear, requiring us to continue the attack, regardless of the gains and losses of one city or one place, and must annihilate the Stephen Group in one go. "

"What?" The flesh on the fat man's face trembled: "Total annihilation? By the time you annihilate Stephen, Reinhard will have torn us and you apart. Will he let you succeed easily?"

"So..." Douglas was silent. Suddenly bowed to the fat man: "Brothers of the 19th Division, please hold the enemy back for three days no matter what. Feiyang Army's 86th, 102nd, 117th, and 210th Armored Divisions and the 3rd Air Corps The entire 35th Ace Division and the 66th Armored Division will definitely retaliate in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Douglas took the initiative to cut off the communication.

The entire 19th Division headquarters was in dead silence, and everyone understood what Douglas's words meant. Attack all the way, or you will be successful if you don't succeed!

"What do you mean?" Fatty stared blankly at the light blue virtual screen rays spinning leisurely, and murmured: "What does this mean?"

"Reinhardt, it seems that we don't have enough troops? Skynet didn't notice his transfer either!" Bonnie couldn't help but ask after seeing the fat man's strange expression.

"He came out in full force! The mobilization of the southeast front line was covered up by the confrontation between him and the 58th Division!" The fat man looked at the ceiling, a little lost. a long time. He said to himself: "Moreover, Stephen is not sitting still and waiting to die. His main force must have been withdrawn, otherwise, Jiacuo would not have entered the city to compete so quickly. He is also buying time!"

"Also, the Desiks. ***! What kind of game are they playing!" Fatty suddenly became furious, and the frustration of not being able to see through the fog enveloped him again, and this feeling drove him crazy. Make him instinctively feel danger.

"Messenger!" Fatty's head was full of smoke, but he was grabbed by Oberto who broke in: "The front line can't withstand it anymore! The enemy's offensive is too fierce. In one hour, we lost more than 30%! The 19th Division, we have to Come on!"

All eyes were on Tian Xing Fitness, and he looked around. His eyes were fixed on the battle map on the central information desk. The big green arrow was so dazzling. ****** "Boom!" A shell landed at the front of the position. The splashing gravel and soil flew in all directions, and finally fell down and pounced into the trench, landing on the heads and bodies of several freedom fighters, making their protective helmets and clothes crackle.

"Thor, where are the reinforcements? Where are the fucking reinforcements you called for?" A sergeant huddled beside the temporary bulletproof wall in the trench, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The only answer to him was the explosion of countless artillery shells and the roar of energy machine guns. The energy bullets penetrated into the soil above his head and hit the bulletproof wall with a ping-pong sound.

Thor, the communication soldier, was lying on the other side of the position behind the smoke. His body had been cut into two pieces by the shrapnel of the metal energy cannon. One hand was still holding the communication device tightly.

In the communication device, there was electronic noise, which was the sound of being completely disturbed.

This is an unnamed position in the defense zone of the First Army of the Freedom Front. The position is located on a steep slope of a mountain col and is defended by a platoon of the newly formed 1st Freedom Infantry Division. Entering the position from below, there is another platoon's position flanking behind it. Therefore, despite facing repeated attacks from the enemy's infantry, this platoon can only hold on.

There are only fifteen people left in the entire reinforced platoon. The platoon leader, deputy platoon leader, and several squad leaders have been killed one after another. Now, the one with the highest military rank is the shouting sergeant squad leader.

The sergeant was so anxious because the enemy attacking down the slope had already appeared with two [Holy Armor] Type 22 mechas, and the position was about to be lost.

Thor's silence made the sergeant's heart tighten. On the battlefield, such silence usually meant bad news! The sergeant knew that Thor was in danger. If he didn't find a way to notify the mecha platoon at the battalion headquarters as soon as possible, as long as the enemy rushed up again, this position would not be able to be saved.

"You!" The sergeant grabbed a junior soldier next to him and shouted into his ear: "Go to the company commander and tell him that this place can't hold anymore and ask him to call the battalion headquarters to send an aircraft." A, come here! There is a communication line over there, you follow the line!" He handed a portable reel wrapped with communication lines to the lower class soldier and pushed it away: "Quickly go! If you can't complete the task in twenty minutes, come back. Collect the bodies for us!”

The low-ranking soldier rolled and crawled down the tunnel towards the back of the position, the communication line in his hand turning rapidly, leaving a thread of hope.

"Damn it!" The sergeant pushed open the ammunition box filled with fusion grenades with his feet. He bent down and distributed the grenades in the ammunition box one by one to the soldiers who were squatting in the tunnel and gasping for air under the artillery fire: "Give them all to me. Tie them up, it won’t work for a while, I’ll go first, or we’ll all die together, we can’t let the mechas enter the position!”

The soldiers silently bundled fusion grenades, used up the portable anti-mecha missiles, and blew up the heavy energy cannons. These things were the most powerful bundled together. However, if you want to send this bundle of more than ten kilograms to the mechanical leg of the mecha, you need your life!

Ten minutes have passed, and the mecha platoon has not yet arrived. The enemy below the position is ready to charge again. Hundreds of soldiers hide behind two [Holy Armor] 22s, slowly approaching the position, and finally speed up and rush forward. . .

"There's nothing we can do!" the sergeant spat harshly, and turned to look at a superior soldier beside him: "Two mechas, brother, let's go together?"

"Go!" The private's lips trembled, and he swallowed hard and said with difficulty.

The sergeant smiled and patted the private on the shoulder: "You're going to die, why are you crying? Come on, give me a smile! Sing a song, let's rush out, how heroic!"

The superior soldier's face was livid, his lips stopped shaking, and he said sternly: "You are a man who sells his body, not his art!"

The gunshots on the position exploded suddenly and intertwined. The enemy has followed the two mechas and approached the trench! The mechas walking in front began to accelerate. At their speed, they would rush into the trenches in a few dozen seconds at most.

The sergeant and the first class soldier held the grenades tightly. Behind them, there were two soldiers also holding grenades, ready to take over at any time. Seeing the mecha getting closer and closer, the two men jumped out of the trench and rushed towards the mecha.

Amid the sky full of gunfire, the sergeant suddenly heard a horrifyingly loud voice: "Reinhardt, I'll kill you! You're a child god whose brain was pinched by a door panel, a bitch who thinks his father is a thief, a Weibo man." Shame, you still have the nerve to lead Gacharin’s most proud mythical army. If it were you, I would have bought a piece of tofu and killed you, embarrassing your mother and the whole family..."

"Well done!" The sergeant laughed loudly at the moment when the grenade in his arms exploded wildly!

"...I will tell you all the scandalous things you have done today! Let me see how long you can deceive the Mythical Legion who are loyal to the country..."

This may be the most jaw-dropping sight in the history of war as it enters the era of hot weapons. In the area where the Mythical Legion launched the most intensive attacks, a [Warcraft] quickly rushed in and out of the mecha group. Behind him, in front of the position, thousands of Lelei mechas were fighting while opening the expansion The loudspeaker played a variety of curses at the highest volume, and the names were slapped on the nose and face!

"Don't say I won't give you a chance, you idiot. Aren't you known as the God of War Gacharin? Aren't you a ninth-level mecha warrior? You are a wretched man who deceives the world and steals your reputation! If you have the ability to fight with me, an eighth-level warrior, with a real sword and a real gun Field! See if I don’t beat you until you cry for father and mother!”

The fat man controlled the mecha helplessly, punched through the cabin of a [Three-Headed Dog], and cursed: "I'm talking about shit, can't you stop using my fucking voice to curse?".