Counterfeit Hero

"In actual combat, we usually don't have many opportunities to fight alone. Even if we do, we can't use too complicated techniques."

In the Scadivo base terminal building, the alloy frame supports a huge and bright space. The previously arranged service desk, salute detector, conveyor belt and other facilities have been dismantled, and are densely filled with folding chairs. Tian Xingjian stood on the temporary central console, typing on the keyboard, and replacing the actual combat video on the virtual screen. Screen, while explaining basic control techniques to bandit soldiers.

"So, the skills we need to master are fatal skills that can kill our opponents as quickly as possible! They are also defensive skills that can bring us the greatest survival rate. Just now, I talked about the improvement of arc thrust skills. Now , let’s take a look at the combination of this typical first-level control formula and the second-level basic control of sliding and side kicking..."

In the huge waiting hall, thousands of bandit mecha warriors from different schools were listening intently to Fatty's mecha control theory class. Sunlight penetrated through the glass curtain wall of the hall more than 20 meters high, wrapped in countless floating dust, and sprinkled on the soldiers wearing blue uniforms.

In the empty space, except for the fat man's voice, it was as quiet as if there was no one there, not even a cough. The pilots listened and quickly sketched the diagrams in the control manual. The eyes looking at the virtual screen of the console are focused and excited. The fat man's voice echoed in the hall. The fighting scene on the virtual screen was frozen. The soldiers looked at their focused companions from time to time, and an unreal feeling would always arise in their hearts.

A few years, ten years or even decades of hard study and practice, they originally thought. In my own life, I will be like countless predecessors in the genre, in the mecha fighter and mecha knight. The Mecha Lord spent his time climbing one step after another.

Becoming a mecha war god and standing at the top of the free world was once the dream of each of them.

However, when the war came, they discovered that as a fighter, he was so fragile in this chaotic world.

A personal mecha without long-range firepower and energy shields. Those skills, whether fancy or practical, were all stripped of their powerful shells amidst the ferocious firepower. The customary social structure also collapsed in an instant, and the skills that were once proud of became worthless.

If they had not come here, the warriors believed that the belief they had spent all their time building since birth would have collapsed long ago.

Fortunately, they came here.

Come these days. What they learned here was completely unimaginable before. They never knew that there were other ways to control these techniques. They didn't know that when they unknowingly stood on the mountain guided by the fat man. The previous basic skill control records, which in their eyes had reached their limits, could be broken so easily.

Everything is like a dream.

Not long ago, their suzerain led them into this base, and then they were ordered by the suzerain to forget their previous identities and become members of the bandit army. They are organized into queues and undergo various trainings every day.

When they only sleep three to five hours a day. He was rushed to the training ground like a duck. When they were like fools, they were crawling around in the mud and water mechanically. When they heard the instructor's roar ringing in their ears, their nerves were tense and their minds were filled with blanks. No one can see the future clearly.

Then, the pilots who gathered at Scadilvo Base saw 1,600 selected companions being called into this huge "classroom". At that time, everyone just watched numbly. They didn't care at all why these companions were called in.

There seems to be no exact criteria for the selection of bandits. Among those 1,600 people. The best ones are a few mecha commanders. The worst ones are just peripheral disciples who have been practicing for two or three years. It seems that these people are just more serious and work harder than others in those boring trainings.

While the remaining pilots were training exhausted, they watched this group of people go in and out, and then another group was replaced, separated from them, and trained at another training ground. It wasn't until a few days later, when they were easily knocked down by their companions who were far inferior to them in the mecha confrontation training, that they understood what exactly happened.

They will always remember the shining fanatical eyes of their companions who entered the classroom first to receive mecha control training. They also remembered the disbelief they felt as they sat dumbly in the downed mecha. From that day on, they stood up straighter than before, ran faster than before, and worked hard just to be able to sit in this classroom!

"Watch my movements." Fatty sat on the simulation training machine, and the camera lens was aimed at the joystick and virtual keyboard in his hand: "At the end of the arc thrust, we need to change the inertial direction of the mecha, otherwise, side kick It will turn into a direct kick. Everyone knows this. However, when changing the direction of the force, ordinary control specifications usually require the engine to downshift and increase the force. The mecha's control of changing direction is very cumbersome. But, if we do this..."

As the fat man flicked the joystick, his right hand made a three-key combination on the virtual keyboard. After the mecha on the virtual screen ended its arc, the fuselage suddenly rose up from the ground in an extremely weird posture. The legs whipped out like whips.

The soldiers in the audience all looked straight at him.

"Do you still remember what I said yesterday about the technique of using excessive inertia in the killing flow?" Fatty finished the control, stood up and said: "After the arc rush, use the C2 key plus the A1 key to coordinate with the excessive use of the mecha. Inertia, use the C6 key to turn and turn, and the mecha will naturally have upward force in the air. At this time, the force, speed and angle of the legs are much easier to control than when the legs are released after an emergency stop. This technique is not only applicable This formula can also be applied to other formulas.”

"Damn it!" A soldier gritted his teeth and said to his companion: "I said that the last time Tony fought against me, he made an arc and received a side kick. Why did he move so fast? I asked him, that bastard Just don’t say it! Now, I’ve learned the lesson, let’s see how I deal with him next time!”

"Take care of him?" His companion smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Tony's hand speed is about the same as yours. His skills are also about the same. You learned these things today, and he has already learned new things. In the end, you still can't beat him!"

The soldier gritted his teeth and stared for a long time, then gave himself a slap in the face: "Why was I so ignorant back then? It was just training, so I gritted my teeth and came here. But I had to complain... .You say, if this is the case, we will just have to follow Tony?"

"Who said that?" The companion snorted: "You haven't learned the regulations of the bandit army? Assessment, accumulation of military merit, can be promoted to the main group or even the core group. The day before yesterday, the second-level mecha commander of the Black Dragon Path of the fifth group, Didn’t he just get promoted to the special battalion of the third regiment?”

"Special battalion?" The soldier stuck out his tongue: "It is basically composed of mecha commanders from all major schools and selected mecha knights. A group of monsters, how can we compare with them? Let alone the special battalion of the third regiment. Even if I could enter the special battalion of our Eighth Regiment, I would snicker."

"Why can't we compare?" The companion waved his fist and said, "Look, one day, I can get in even if I kill people and accumulate military merit!"

"Then your chance is coming soon, I heard. The three major factions were beaten so hard by the Northern Alliance that they couldn't hold their heads up, and the main force was basically disabled." The soldier said mysteriously: "Now, the Northern Alliance has set its sights on our bandit army. In the past two days, the Third Regiment has seen many Northern Alliance mechas on the outside of the defense line. I'm afraid..."

"What a chance!" My companion said angrily: "You think I don't know about this? Tell me about the news, I'm better informed than you. The Northern Alliance is squeezing towards Puluo Town, with a total of four armored regiments and seven infantry regiments. The third regiment Those guys have already spoken out. They took care of everything in this first battle. Now, all the modified new combat mechas are equipped for the Third Regiment. The Fourth Regiment is equipped with a special battalion. Wait until we, Huanghua The dishes are cold!”

The soldier was speechless, his head drooped and dejected. Speechless for a moment. After a while, other soldiers, including the other soldiers nearby, eavesdropped. They couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Not bad!" The fat man waved his hand. Kicked off a pilot who had successfully simulated his control skills and just stood on the stage laughing. He scolded: "You are so promising!......Everyone can practice this kind of skills during the mecha training in the afternoon......Just as he was talking, the automatic door of the waiting hall opened, Belch, wearing a white dust-proof suit, rushed in and stood far away from the door, regardless of his old arms and legs, jumping up and down and waving to the fat man.

"That's it for today." Fatty's eyes lit up, he quickly confessed, and ran away.

Today is the day when the bandits' secret weapon, the "magnetometer," is finally assembled.

Planet Mars.

The 800-meter-wide No. 3 Resource Highway is like a winding dragon, breaking out of the mountains and extending straight from south to north.

If mechas hadn't been widely used in human society, it would have been hard to imagine that such a permanent highway, tens of thousands of kilometers long, made of magnetic metal strips, high-strength concrete and metal cubes, would be a masterpiece of manpower.

It connects the Port of Oslo, Central City and the further Infantry Port. Between these three points and one line, there are large and small agricultural areas and small gathering areas.

Alex Chuck, driving a silver-white boxing champion mecha, walked up a small hill.

Looking into the distance, a few kilometers in front of the hill is the intersection of Zizi Highway No. 3 and Zi Zi Highway No. 2. Hundreds of auxiliary roads spread out from the main road like ribbons, circling in different arcs. Wrapped around the huge overpass in the center.

Chuck raised his eyebrows. He knew that if he turned from here, embarked on the No. 2 Resource Highway, and then headed northwest for 1,200 kilometers, he would reach the town of Puro.

The light of stars shines on the earth. The farmland far and near is yellow and green, and various crops are rippling quietly in the breeze, peaceful and peaceful. From the hill, you can vaguely see the solar sails on the farm in the distance. Wind turbines, as well as the ubiquitous semicircular houses with unique retractable roofs, are lightweight yet sturdy.

"This is really a nasty and barren planet." Chuck jumped off the mecha. Taking off his white gloves, he breathed the fresh air and said to several military staff members gathered around him: "From the port of Oslo to here, the nearly three thousand kilometers of journey, in addition to barren mountains and rivers, are also dirty gathering areas and This monotonous agricultural area, such a planet, should be destroyed directly."

"Since ancient times, the five free ports have been called places abandoned by the gods." A young consultant wearing glasses smiled and echoed: "As early as the era when the Earth Federation just disintegrated, these planets would have been mined. If it weren't for them Its geographical location would have been abandoned long ago if it had become a supply and transit point for marginal waterways."

"I heard that when the Supreme United Council of Humanity was first established, the disposal of the five free ports was discussed. At that time, someone proposed that the residents of these planets be forcibly relocated and the planets directly destroyed. To avoid being used by pirates and smugglers , hiding dirt and evil." Another staff officer walked up to Chuck. Interjected: "However, this proposal is too drastic after all, and many aspects involved are unrealistic and inhumane. In the end, the Supreme Council of Humanity decided to impose a full blockade on the free world."

"Humph, that's not very humane?" Chuck looked into the distance with his hands behind his back and snorted coldly: "These are just exiles! How can such people talk about being humane or inhumane? Not to mention forced migration, even if they are collectively destroyed, it is still Death is not a pity. I really don’t know if the general asking us to come here and fight these scum is a reward or a punishment! I would rather not have such accumulated military merit!"

"The colonel has experienced hundreds of battles. As the most outstanding elite of the empire, he naturally disdains such military achievements." The bespectacled staff officer said in awe: "However, since General Ulyanov specially assigned The colonel obviously attaches great importance to the strategic position of this place when he comes here. Otherwise, how can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer?"

"If it weren't for knowing the strategic position here, how could I have agreed so readily..." Chuck waved his hand gently, not knowing whether the compliment to his staff was modest or proud. He continued with a smile: "Judging from the sudden counterattack launched by Chakna in the Resk galaxy this time, it is very obvious that he has the intention to threaten the main southeast channel. Moreover, Feiyang also started a large-scale attack on the Binart Empire at the same time. All of this It was all beyond the expectations of the coalition base camp. Even Commander-in-Chief Yuuto Mikami was said to have been locked in the war room for two full days. He was Jeppon's number one general and the commander-in-chief of the Southeast Operations Department of our Western York coalition. Command. Even he can’t understand what medicine is sold in Hastings’ gourd, how can others dare to take it lightly! This time, General Ulyanov specially allocated arms to the Northern Commercial Alliance and assigned our group here , should want to control the marginal channel as soon as possible to avoid threatening the main channel."

"Admiral Ulyanov is too cautious." Another staff officer laughed: "What kind of threat can the Mars Freeport pose to the main channel? Those few we defeated a few days ago If the regiment can also be called an armored regiment, then by collecting the private mechas of the empire, our empire can immediately form hundreds of thousands of such regiments! With no energy shield, the structure and armor completely do not meet the combat requirements. Private mecha combat, those so-called mecha schools, are really confused! I heard that the armored force that we broke through with a single charge a few days ago was still the overlord of this planet, and has been trying to use their ridiculous Mechas rule this planet!”

"Don't underestimate the enemy." Chuck smiled: "The free world has been blocked for thousands of years and has embarked on a completely different path from the mainstream world. Any of their tactics and equipment are caused by their environmental history. Moreover, from the perspective of mecha's close combat, these schools are really interesting. The gap between them and us is just because they don't understand what real modern warfare is, nor do they understand sports activities such as ring fighting. , cannot be compared with war. One hundred boxing champions, against one hundred battle-hardened warriors, the ending is obviously not very beautiful."

"It's not just these rubes in the free world who don't understand. I think that fat guy from Leray doesn't understand either." A major officer curled his lips and said, "With more than a hundred eighth-generation mechas, that guy is running rampant here. , I don’t know if he is crazy, but now he is recruiting those weaker mecha schools, trying to use them as his team to gain control of Mars. I really don’t know how this idiot with a background as a mecha soldier managed to become LeLei heroic!"

"Don't underestimate this person." Chuck smiled reservedly: "If any of the deeds boasted by the Leray Federation are true, then this person is not simple either."

"Oh my God!" A staff officer exclaimed, covering his forehead in an exaggerated manner: "I want to believe that those are true, but the premise is that he is the almighty God. In a country like Leray, except for the despicable Apart from politicians and weaklings, all that is left are braggarts. It’s really hard to believe that they can persevere in order to boost morale and establish a heroic image in accordance with the course of the war. Unfortunately, they have gone too far. This has become a problem in our Western York. a joke."

The staff officer's shout caused a burst of laughter. Amidst laughter, another staff officer said: "Half a year ago, when I was on vacation in the Empire, I saw a program about this so-called hero, those mean guys on the Empire Storm Tower. They were not polite to the Lelei people. I put this matter on the table and ridiculed it enough. I laughed so much that my stomach hurt for a whole day. Those guys were too bad-mouthed."

"That's an exaggeration." Chuck said with a smile: "No matter how powerful a mechanic who has not received formal military command training is, he will not become a military strategist. Commanding art, strategic thinking, tactical style, and military strategy, This is not a clever trick to blow up a few buildings."

The young staff officer wearing glasses immediately flattered him: "This guy is in the wrong place. His little cleverness can fool our militia allies, but he never expected that Cha, a top student at the Sousse Light Cavalry Military Academy, Colonel Ke will be his opponent. I really want to see the expression on this fake hero’s face when his mask is torn off.”

The glasses consultant’s words resonated. A group of people nodded in agreement. In addition to the compliments to the chief, most of them were sincere admiration for Chuck. seven years ago. Chuck graduated third in rank from the Hussars Military Academy in Sousse and rose to the rank of colonel through regional conflicts. He was extremely strategic and had published several military papers that were highly praised. As far as everyone present knew, Chuck was definitely promoted to major general. Once he gets over this hurdle, Chuck will be among the Seuss stars. Such an achievement for a young soldier who is only thirty-two years old. Eye-catching.

Compliments from the staff. Chuck had heard too much. Always keep a smile on your face. Nothing proud, nothing modest or shy. He just turned his head. I surrendered my sights to the northwest where the town of Puolo is located.

On the No. 3 Resource Highway in the distance, a huge convoy consisting of mecha maintenance vehicles, logistics supply vehicles, and personnel carriers was rolling forward. On the main road of the central overpass, the tidal torrent of mechas had already turned onto the No. 2 Resource Highway.

The smile in Chuck's eyes gradually disappeared. His eyes became as sharp as an eagle's. He stood on the highest point of the hill, and the blowing wind spread his voice in all directions: "General Ulyanov is, after all, the most famous general in the empire after General Bellev. He can see further than us." Central Leray The star field will be completely opened in the near future. At that time, we Sus, heading west, can contact the Dexik Empire, Naga Federation and Binart Empire to decisively defeat the Carlston Galaxy. In the middle, we can sweep the tower Tania and Puditok, get more resource planets. To the south, the Knavel Four Kingdoms and Gacharin are also in their hands. But..."

Chuck's voice became colder and colder.

"If we want to maintain the interests of the empire, we must ensure the smooth flow of this waterway! Now, the empire's troops can continuously reach any place we think of from the main channel, but once there is a mistake in the main channel, we will The benefits obtained were handed over to Jie Pen! We are located in the eastern corner of the human star map, Jie Pen and Chakna blocked all our ways! The empire has experienced enough of such difficulties, this time we will definitely not We cannot close this empire’s path to the destiny of a superpower!”

By the end of the sentence, Chuck was already stern. The staff officers and several military officers beside him also put away the smiles on their faces and stood solemnly. As soldiers of the Sousse Empire, everyone holds the same belief - when the resources of the human interstellar territory are gradually exhausted, the last hope for Sousse to become a superpower is this war that cannot be failed!

No one can stand in front of them!

"Send the order to speed up and arrive at the 230 kilometers of the Navarre Plains on the No. 2 Resource Highway to establish an attack position. Tomorrow morning, we will capture the 205 and 261 highlands that the enemy has set up on both sides of Pingqi Ridge to guard the highway. In the evening, I will station in Puluo Town. !”

"Are you sure?" Wei Jianshan had a sullen face, looking at the fat man driving the mecha and jumping up and down in front of him, with veins popping on his forehead.

"I'm sure!" The fat man continued to dance seriously: "Today, I must convince you!"

Wei Jianshan was silent for a long time, and finally turned his head: "What's wrong!"

"Hurry up!" Fatty said angrily: "Don't be a coward!"

"You are the coward!" Wei Jianshan was so angry that stars appeared in his eyes.

"Come here if you don't want to be a coward!" The fat man stretched out his mechanical arm and raised his middle finger obscenely: "Come on!"

Wei Jianshan glared at the fat man. He couldn't figure out why the fat man suddenly drove a Phantom-style personal mecha to provoke him.

The private mecha flower swayed back and forth like a butterfly, and the middle finger ticked again!

"Come touch me."

Wei Jianshan was furious and pulled the control lever of the mecha: "I can't fucking do it anymore. The second-level mecha God of War can't even touch you! I'll touch you to death today!"

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