Counterfeit Hero

Jeremiah Banning has always been proud that he has the same surname as Banning, the first general of the Naga Federation. That was his idol, and he dreamed that he could become such a big shot.

However, Jeremiah himself also knew that apart from the same surname, there was really nothing in common between him and the famous general who moved everything. At the age of twenty-two, he is just a squad leader of the Extreme Mercenary Group. With a meager salary, he performs some work as a bodyguard or transportation escort for the rich every day. After the faction war broke out, the mercenary group's income has been cut off. The companions who have nowhere to go can only huddle together and occupy several blocks with the guns in their hands and the food supplies stored in the group, struggling to survive. day.

After walking along the street and inspecting the sentry posts, Jeremiah returned to the trenches at the intersection. Tattered sandbags, simple combined armored bulletproof walls, crooked isolation nets, old and rusty mechas... Jeremiah doubted whether such a position could stop a mecha charge. .

It rained heavily the day before yesterday, and the water in the low-lying areas of the trenches has not yet dried up. The entire tunnel looked cold and damp. After stepping on the mud, Jeffrey returned to his team's pit. The dark hole was crookedly supported by a few unpeeled logs, and the bullet-proof wall was driven into a thick layer of soil. Because the soil on the pit wall was washed away by the rain, a corner was exposed, mixed with the surrounding pits. The soil and the roots of some unknown plants were ugly.

Jeremiah stopped as he listened to the snoring, grinding of teeth and coughing coming from the cave. When he thought of the tomb-like environment inside, he couldn't help but curse a few times in a low voice, feeling that he should walk around the street a few more times instead of coming back here inexplicably.

Lean against the wall of the pit. After lighting a cigarette, Jeremiah looked up at the space city surrounding the intersection. In the darkness of the night, these big guys that could not be seen overhead stood silently. Because there is no energy supply, the residents of the space city have already moved away, leaving only empty cities.

Without energy, there will naturally be no ecological balance and circulation system, and there will be no suspended elevator. Even the auxiliary power grid has been disconnected. Relying solely on the wind power generated by the building itself. It is impossible to maintain the operation of the space city.

Jeremiah never went into the building. Now, the building is filled with a stench, shutting down the ecosystem inside. It was hell. Moreover, I heard that some people died inside. No one knew which room the rotting corpses were in. It makes me sick just thinking about it.

Jeremiah took a long drag on his cigarette. Somewhat sad. Even in such a harsh environment, there are still a small number of people living like rats in some places at the bottom of the space city. They really have nowhere to go. It won't be long if days like this continue. The stench should spread to the streets. He turned and looked to the west. Jeremiah sighed. That was the direction of Puluo Town. Everyone knew that compared with the current Central City, it was a paradise. Jeremiah didn't know what the leader was still hesitating about. All the food and energy that could be found in these blocks had been emptied. The supplies stored in the regiment. Also bottomed out. There's no other way to stay here than to die. Does it have any other meaning?

If I had listened to everyone's advice and followed the flower-shaped gate that I borrowed from here to go to Puluo Town... Even if I was just a low-level unit, I would at least be able to have enough food and clothing. It's far better than sitting here half-dead and wasting away like this.

The blue smoke swirled in the lungs and sprayed into the air, turning gray-white. Once Jeremiah's thoughts turned to Protown, he could not leave easily... He had seen all kinds of people in the free world for so many years. We come here with great ambitions and leave in disgrace. This world seems free, but the hidden rules can drive anyone who doesn't understand this world and tries to show their talents crazy.

But the one to the west is truly a miracle.

He came with bare hands, and in the Phantom Flow mecha hall, he defeated a dozen fighting masters and dozens of mecha warriors from Tai Flow, and blackmailed Cooper by taking nude photos. In the end, he became the elder of Tai Flow, Pro The director of the branch library... These are no longer secrets, but when Jeremiah first saw the inside story spread on the Internet, he still laughed out loud. The fat man who looked so honest turned out to be a bastard.

Everyone knows what happens next. In just a few days, this guy started selling and selling, completely igniting the powder keg of conflicts between the schools that had been building up for a long time.

Then, one hundred and twenty black mechas crisscrossed the town of Puro, established a faction mutual aid alliance, and raided Silicon Valley, with four factions coming to surrender. The town of Puluo, seemingly overnight, completed a gorgeous turn. From being a fat man alone to commanding the heroes, this method of turning clouds and rain with one hand is jaw-dropping.

The three major factions were fighting among each other, but no one could get any favors from them. Instead, the insidious Northern Business Alliance took advantage. Now, the only one who can compete with the Northern Business Alliance, apart from the Longxing Club who shrinks its head and refuses to show its head, is the Puluo Town bandit army to the west, which is growing at lightning speed.

With a flick of his thumb and middle finger, the cigarette butt in his hand flew out in a bright red arc in the dark night, and fell into the turbid muddy water with a chirp.

Jeremiah smiled bitterly. As a peripheral student who had studied in Tailiu for two terms, he really hoped that the fat man was not the director of Puluo Town, but the director of the West Seventh District branch where he was. In that case, Perhaps, now, I won't be so painful and confused about the future.

This planet will belong to the bandit army. This is the position Jeremiah has always maintained.

He is not a military strategist, and he cannot analyze the situation. He only knew that the bandit army started with bare hands, and their achievements far exceeded those of the Northern Business Alliance, which had been saving for a long time. Moreover, just comparing the current dilapidated and miserable appearance of Central City with the vitality of Protown, people's disapproval was enough for him to insist on his position almost tenaciously.

I hope that my team leader can make a decision soon.

Central City is about to become a dead city. Hunger, disease, massacre...this hell. He didn't want to stay any longer.

Drowsiness finally showed signs of erosion.

Jeremiah found an excuse for himself to crawl into the hole. Before entering the pothole, he inadvertently looked up at the sky...

His mouth widened and his eyes straightened...

A black shadow, like a ghost, jumped from the sky to the vertical wall of a space city, sticking there like a gecko. After staying silently for a second, it jumped up and shot away towards another space city. This time, it did not stop, but took advantage of a turning point and pounced on the third space city...

.behind it. There are dozens of dazzling black shadows in the sky. Jump quickly between forested space cities. Like flying bats, their astonishing jumping power led them to jump from one building to another, clinging to the outer wall of the building with just a slight kick...a moment later. Everything disappears into darkness,

The gun in Jeremiah's hand. fell to the ground. He rubbed his eyes vigorously. There was nothing in the sky except the towering space city and the stars...

Jeremiah turned around and looked around, looking for any other companions around him who had seen the same scene to prove that he was not dazzled or insane... That level of flexibility, at that height... .Is it a mecha or a ground fighter in a mecha?

Where do they come from. Where are you going again?

It's time to sleep!

Jeremiah shuddered. He quickly got into the hole. He knew there was something. It's better to pretend that you haven't seen it. As long as no shells fall on his head, it's none of his business. We will continue to look for the group leader tomorrow. He will definitely make up his mind to defect to Puluo Town. With the few rusty and shabby mechas in the group, he will no longer be able to survive in this world!

After receiving Fatty's order, Markovich immediately assembled the team.

He read the battle plan and the entire battle scenario that Fatty sent him three times. He knew that this battle to defend Pupu would be an extremely difficult test for the SM 3rd Regiment, which was setting foot on the battlefield for the first time.

The enemy's five-pronged offensive is distributed in the southeast, northwest and northwest of Puluo Town. If the colonel had not immediately ordered to shrink the troops and fortify the third ring line, the third regiment would have been exhausted just running back and forth, let alone entering the battle.

The current Northern Alliance armed forces are no longer the armored regiments that attacked Puluo Town. The mecha energy combat system and electronic mecha supported by the Suss Empire have raised their combat level by more than one level, and the long-term combat has also turned these guys who originally only had training experience into bloodthirsty and cold-blooded warriors. Soldier.

In addition to being inferior to the Northern Alliance in terms of combat experience, the third regiment also faces another problem-fatigue!

In Fatty's battle plan, this issue was highlighted.

The three regiments are facing fatigue, not only physically, but also psychologically. Any recruit will have a certain period of excitement after experiencing his first large-scale battle, his first bloodshed, and his first passionate victory. However, if this excitement period lasts too long, he will be The fatigue period that comes will become more severe.

This is inevitable. The best solution is to have time to rest and recover after fighting, and rely on human beings' own psychological adjustment to change their mental state and become calm and rational.

However, the Third Regiment does not have such time, not even from now until thirty-six hours later! Not only that, they also have to constantly move, ambush, launch attacks, and travel long distances... intense, static, and various behavioral environments. This has a huge impact on human will. The test!

During battles, they may become overly excited, and during monotonous marches and ambushes, they may become absent-minded or even fall asleep. The longer this goes on, the more serious this situation becomes. What all this directly brings is a significant weakening of combat effectiveness.

The enemy is competing for time with the bandits, but this time is relative. Fatty emphasized in the battle plan that if the enemy is willing. They can even surround without attacking, or rely on their command and coordination to strike here and there with hammers and sticks. The initiative is in their hands and they are not in a hurry. This is why their troops advance steadily. Only when the three regiments hit them hard, and time was of the essence, would they rush to break through Puluo Town before their friendly forces were eaten. Before that, drag. It can also bring down the Third Regiment.

Therefore, the next thirty-six hours will not be thirty-six hours of peaceful defense, but extremely difficult hours. Thirty-six hours of constant fighting. Thirty-six hours of battle of wits and strength.

Now, the enemy attacks all the way the fastest. It is less than a hundred kilometers away from the outer defense line of Puluo Town. The third regiment of S must launch an attack first and try to cut off one of the enemy's fingers before they can be encircled by five groups. this opportunity. It was only on this night that the enemy came into contact with the Plo Town defenses. Fleeting.

The weather on the Mars planet always changes at a moment’s notice. The sky was bright and clear just now, but within a few hours, thick clouds had accumulated in the sky. These were the wandering rain clouds unique to Mars.

Markovich stopped the mecha on the hillside. In the dark night. The mechas turned on their searchlights in rows, like flowing stars. Rolling past him. In the communication channel, the voices of Cozmo and several other battalion commanders were heard from time to time.

"Hurry! Keep up, everyone."

"Keep the formation... Pay attention to the command channel orders, and don't just chat in the regional channel."

"Stop making trouble, aren't we just going to kill three mechas? You're the one in front!"

"Logistics transport mecha, don't fall behind."

A white light shone in the sky, and low thunder rolled through the clouds.

After a while, huge raindrops fell, getting heavier and heavier. In the blink of an eye, the entire world turned into a world of water.

de-176 public galaxy.

Seen from a distance, it looks like an egg-yolk-like star in a black box. Planets of different sizes and colors, floating meteorites, and colorful ribbon nebulae in the light of stars are quietly suspended in the universe. To human senses, they are almost static.

Next to a huge dark-brown planet, three satellites rotated silently in their respective orbits. The side of one of the satellites that always faces the planet is the Red Beard Pirate Base, which is where the Bandit Base No. 1 is now.

If it hadn't been for meeting the bandit army, Fang Xiang would never have come here.

Standing on the high platform of the shipyard, Fang Xiang and a group of senior Sarga officers were looking intently at the warships being built on the ship's berth.

The whole dock was a busy scene. Hundreds of mechanics and staff were working hard on the maintenance racks. The machine tools and giant stamping equipment not far away were making deafening sounds. The transport mecha was running back and forth on the transport channel, and dazzling lights flashed from time to time on the ship's hull.

The three cruisers suspended in the huge ship's bay have begun to take shape. There is another battleship that has also completed its structural finalization. The empty skeleton stood there. The 166-meter-high hull could not be accommodated in the dock. The problem was solved by using a two-level retractable roof. After the lower structure is completed, the movable ship will sink it and carry out the upper work. .

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. Watching their warships being dismantled and then being remodeled, the Sarga people felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

They miss their former treasure and look forward to this new lover. More importantly, it is respect for the Lelei people.

These days, they are always amazed by the genius wisdom of Leray people, their fanatical work attitude, and their perseverance.

Before the war, no one would have believed that the Lere people were so strong. At that time, in the entire Southeast Star Territory, the Lelei people were just the objects of ridicule and ridicule in everything related to the military. Their soldiers don't look like soldiers, and their weapons and equipment are dismissive. People even doubted that if a war broke out, no one in this country would be able to muster the courage to shoot the enemy.

Facts give everyone the answer. After three years of the Patriotic War, what people saw was a strong and unyielding Leray Federation, and what people heard were the deeds of their soldiers one after another. Those carefree and cheerful Lelei youths completed their transformation without any hesitation at the moment when the national crisis hit.

Looking at the base in front of us, looking at these Lelei students, scientists, mechanics and soldiers who are living deep in the universe, far away from their motherland, all the Salega people are in awe.

But... no matter which country, there are always some people who are shameful.

"Sir..." A Colonel Salega stood beside Fang Xiang, hesitating to speak. He looked at Fang Xiang, then looked back at his colleagues beside him, followed their gazes, and cast his gaze on the maintenance racks, where the Lelei people who had forgotten about food and sleep, let out a long sigh.

Fang Xiang did not look back, she knew what the colonel wanted to say. Just now, the electronic reconnaissance ship sent to collect information on the waterway brought back heavy news - the Leray central star field was breached by the combined fleet of Suss and Jiepen. The remaining Leray fleet was completely wiped out after a seventy-three-hour battle.

Most of the reason for their defeat was that Brody and Hansford, who had usurped power, refused to provide logistical supplies. The Feiyang Expeditionary Force Combined Fleet, which assisted in the defense, failed to arrive in the combat airspace in time due to the same supply problem. In the last battle, the Leray Federation lost two generals, six lieutenant generals and 23 major generals. Among them are the famous Admiral Snyder and the Fourth Mixed Fleet Vice Admiral Brown.

In this battle, they and the elites of the Federation Space Fleet perished collectively. All the federal elites will be wiped out!

The Great Steel Wall was destroyed by our own people. This is so similar to Tolstoy's sacrifice.

The First Fleet led by Chekov is still hunting outside. In the military intelligence duty room, the first person to receive the news was the officer on duty in Salega, so the news had not yet been made public.

Fang Xiang didn't know how hard he had to be before he could tell the Lelei people the news. Looking at the Lelei people who were busy working, she couldn't speak no matter what.

What's more important is that she has no way to pass this news to the fat man who is fighting hard.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to these Lelei soldiers who were still fighting despite being in desperate situations, after learning the news. The current Lelei central star field is already full of Xijue's warships. The armies of Suss and Jiepen were preparing to land in their capital. No one knows about everything they do here, and no one cares.

If it were me, I would definitely collapse!

But, is it okay if you don’t say it?

"Get me through to Colonel Chekov and Colonel Tian..." Fang Xiang bit her lip. She prayed in her heart that the Lele people could survive this. In the future, she will fight with them for their respective motherlands.

The communication request passed through the specially set up secret relay and reached the planet Mars.

The planet was rotating slowly, and the light of the stars spread little by little across the rivers and mountains, and on the vast plains. The night is about to pass, and in three hours, Central City will usher in the first ray of light before Puluo Town.