Fake Hero Volume 8 Chapter 7 Broken Mecha

The hit stopped. Smoke from the position. With the wind. Slowly fall around

All of them had already taken up the hidden trenches behind the positions.

Look down the tunnel. Eyes full of Chakner warriors sitting tiredly in the mud. Some have their eyes closed. Lean against the pit wall. Some gulped down water. And some others. With the help of two bandit medics. The wound is bandaged. their clothes. I can't tell the original color anymore. Covered in mud.

The bandit soldiers sat in the hides behind the positions. While fiddling with the weapon he had just gotten his hands on. While bragging.

Except for Markwich and two bandit fighters. Others. As soon as you look at the posture of holding the gun, you know that it is a rookie. Received brief training. Those who belong to combat units are a little better. Those civilian mechanics who tinkered with electronic instruments. When he took the gun, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at himself. Look left, look right. It seems like a lot of hard work to get here. That's it, find such a guy to blow his head off.

Including several of Mar's famous fighters. It's the same virtue. The look of holding a gun. At most, it's better than two crooked female controllers with guns.

But. Cheerful bandits. Pour a few ashamed that they don't know how to use a gun-

Come. Inside the people present. Few have received this type of training. Besides, the fat man will not let the mecha god of war put his life in danger no matter what. According to him. At most, everyone fired two shots at the critical moment. As long as you don't aim at yourself, it's fine. I've been with the fat chief for so long. I can't learn anything else. Can't you learn this without heart and lungs?

As for the danger *** This place in the world is dangerous? Wouldn't it be dangerous to drive an armed merchant ship directly into the space blockade of the Jeppen people? Aren't you coming?

There's a fat chief here. There's no hurdle that can't be overcome!

Remembering the fight a few hours ago. A flock of rookies chirped and foamed at the mouth.

Then. Jeppen's fleet is called a many. The dense patrol warships around the Canglang Star have almost expanded beyond a jump channel! Not to mention a small armed merchant ship. I'm afraid it's just to bring the entire bandit fleet. You can't get in.

To know. A screening led by Yuto Mikami. Thunder and Storm are the three superfleets. Each of them is at least as large as the total number of A-class fleets. Polemics. It can be called Jiepeng's town-state force.

Reputedly. Even the lowest handymen of these three fleets were selected from the major fleets. And their warships also concentrated the top military skills of the Jie Empire for many years. Jieren even declared it publicly. These three fleets were enough to annihilate the Chacner fleet, twice its size.

And this time. Three superfleets. And there were two. Plus eight Souss A-class fleets. It can be said that as long as Mikami Yuto is willing. He can even make the entire Cangxing invisible to the sun!

Fortunately. Most of the attention of the Mikami Yuto fleet was focused on the defense of the Leifeng Star and the Long March Galaxy jump point. Arrangement of defenses. It is also aimed at the possible allied large-scale fleet. Didn't think of it. There is an armed merchant ship, for the remnants of the army that are almost already a turtle in an urn on the Canglang Star. Take a risk.

This gives the Bandit Six-Silk, who has stealth technology, a chance. However, this does not mean that Bandit Six will be able to rush all the way to Canglang Star without hindrance. To know. However, it has stealth technology. But Bandit Six was on the jump. It is necessary to start the ion engine so that it will be. Stealth technology will.

The only way. It is to pass through the obstacle zone in a stealth state and then pinch the head and remove the tail. Try to enter the jump in the place of the distant migration channel. And end the jump again in a place that is also far from the end of the jump, and re-enter the stealth state. Avoid the West Row patrol vessels that use both ends of the jump as a key monitoring area.

Exiting the small jump point into Resker, the ship encountered no less than fifty Jay patrol ships along the way. And that's not even counting the reconnaissance satellites that the Jaymen scattered around the area.

The first three cordons are quite smooth. After all, you can still wait for the gap of the Jie patrol ship. But the two cordons behind were all forced through. Then. There was no one left to control the ship. Everyone could only sweat profusely as the spacecraft flew in a ghostly possessed state. Along the way, use speed to jump around in the enemy's encirclement, pursuit, and interception.

That's called danger. Until now. The guys didn't figure it out either. What kind of system did the fat chief add to the ship? So powerful. Everyone is just calm about the fat chief. I sincerely feel admiration. To know. At the time when the ship had just been escorted by the ship Seuss at high speed. The fat chief is actually in the mood to beat his son.

The smoke of gunfire dispersed. Black-gray smoke rose into the sky. Blown by the wind. It's like a thin dark cloud. on the position. Two groups of people who don't know each other gathered together. Finally, they saw each other very clearly.

Just finished fighting. Even the chief didn't have time to speak. The soldiers could only look at each other. For the Chakner warriors. This bunch of ragtags in blue uniforms. It looks particularly weird.

of out. Several of them have been on the battlefield. Except for two medics who were scrambling to help treat the wounded. Another blonde officer also led several people outside the familiar position. Most of the others are guys in blue uniforms. Just sit lazily and lazily. There was not the slightest tension in the battlefield.

The Chakner warriors are a little unbelievable - these rookies who can't even hold guns have made this battlefield their vacation spot?! Don't they say? The lives of all those in this position. Maybe it will only last until the next charge of the Jeppen. Maybe in a few minutes a shell will fall on their heads.

The Chakner fighters were somewhat dismissive. Tired body. It also made them dispel the idea of greeting and acquaintance.

I'd better leave this matter to the sir. It doesn't matter where this rookie comes from. Most importantly. Don't let them mess with them on the battlefield. Otherwise. Everyone is dead. There was a brief silence. The soldiers saw their company commander, Nash. was talking to Sun Ping emotionally. And the deputy platoon commander of the second platoon. Sergeant Jonathan walked towards the fat man in the uniform of a major general with a blushing face.

The fat man stood up from the trench mud. Quasi-find yourself a good guy.

Milan's messy cloak barge gun. Although the power is great. But the energy load is too small. When encountering a small number of enemies. It can be used for self-defense. It's not very useful in such a battle. The fat man who had just rushed at him like crazy was thinking about it. I still have lingering palpitations.

All beat Lao Tzu. Are you jealous of Lao Tzu's beautiful flesh?!

The fat man spat the mud. Trembling and looking around. Like a deer in the cold rain.

Speaking of which. He is also a battle-hardened man. In Miloc in Garin in Mars. The dangers encountered are too numerous - to be jumped off the cliff. However, the country is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to change. What kind of grinding has you experienced. He's in danger of doing so. The problem of trembling is still deeply rooted.

This is not a habit that can be changed. It is also a problem that can be cured by just making up your mind and having more experience.

This is his physiology. It is born from genes in the bones.

In the event of danger, whether it is psychological fear or physiological secretion of adrenaline, his body trembles. I can't control it even if I want to. And once he falls into the phenomenon of breaking the jar and breaking it because of excessive danger, he will be flustered. It's comparable to a vibrating egg.

At this time, I would think like I was going to do it myself in the case of XXOO. It's as good as a vibrator when hitting concrete! A few seconds to stun one. Overnight** stacked. How powerful and majestic is that?! He was always looking for an opportunity to scare himself when he was doing that!

A few Chackner rifles were tossed aside. He wanted a gun with a longer range and a higher accuracy. It's best to have a sniper rifle similar to that Feng Laosi's hand. To know. A good sniper in positional warfare. Psychological, Force, and Panic are made by the Umi Ten Energy Machine Guns or Portable Energy Cannons.

The family knows about the non-combatant members of the bandit army who fly in space all day long. It's unreliable. It can really be useful for defending the position, plus you are full, and there are only five or six of them.

Five or six people. It's a drop in the bucket for such a formation. I don't show my skills anymore. Ruthless. I'm afraid I won't even be able to survive the next blow.

But judging by the level of knowledge he knows about weapons. There were obviously some of the weapons in front of him that met his requirements.

The fat man walked aside. While rummaging and sorting.

It was the middle of the day. The same fiery red ball. Straight to the top of the slope where the surrounding trees have been blown up. The winding road was scorched black inside and out. Large and small craters. One after the other. A few charred mecha wreckage. Countless broken parts and twisted guns and weapons were scattered all around.

The entire position had clearly been cut by artillery fire. A metal bulletproof wall that was supposed to go underground. The edges of 10 centimeters have been exposed. A few lanes of traffic. The warp was blown up. The explosion-proof pits dug under the position also collapsed quite a bit.

Flesh and blood of corpses in front of the ground. Mountain. Stumps and severed arms were all over the ground. Blood flowed down the terrain into the tunnel. The smell of blood mixed with the burnt spot was pungent and unpleasant. Dirt at the bottom of the battle. It's always wet. Thin mud mixed with broken leaves. One kick. There will be a chirp. As soon as you lift your foot, you can suck out a puddle of water.

Rummage through them casually. Unable to find the gun he needed, the fat man looked up. It was decided to find Sun Ping first. Let him hurry up and find the supreme commander of this position. Let's talk about it.

Although to be honest. For a kind of a position without mechs. How to hold on. He didn't have any bottom in his heart. But. At all costs. Two groups of people who don't know each other should be in the same boat. There must be a certain consensus.

Climb to the brink of battle. Little Wing poked his head out. Look down the mountain. Looking at the Jeppen position at the foot of the mountain. A visible Jepeng [Toyama] class eighth-generation mecha.

The fat man's face is cloudy

Attack the enemy in this position. It should be one. A mecha left in front of the position. There were probably more than twenty of them. This means: The enemy still has at least four or five more aircraft in his hands.

Once these mechs are put into attack. Even if it's just one. For this position. are a serious threat. After walking at the front of the position, the fat man not only didn't see the mecha, but even the man-portable missile and energy cannon were discarded because they ran out of ammunition. This. Although the enemy cannot see it, it can be pushed out from the intensity of the fire received during the previous attack.

Experienced enemy commanders. Apparently ready to send a mech up for the next attack. This can not only pose a threat to the position, but also a blatant temptation. If the position can only be blocked by the fusion grenade's self-attacking attack. So. Next time. The enemy commander would not hesitate to send all his mechs.

***！ The fat man gritted his teeth and stared at the armor. Thinking in my heart. I didn't know about a hard-faced Sergeant Chuckner. He had already strode to his side.

Child. Gritted his teeth and said, "I owe me an explanation!" ”

"Explain?" The fat man turned his head blankly and pointed to his nose: "You mean me?" ”

"A few minutes ago," Jonathan clenched his fists. I tried my best to control the urge to punch the white fat face in front of me full of flowers. He said angrily: "You shoot me with your gun." If it weren't for my luck, I would have been a corpse covered in holes! Why don't you want to explain this? ”

"A few minutes ago?" The fat man recalled for a moment and suddenly realized: "Oh. I remember! That guy's thorn was almost in your thigh, right? ”

"Having an arterial hemostat is dead." The fat man smiled: "After all, I helped you solve a trouble, didn't I?" ”

"Your solution. Just beat me to death?! Jonathan looked at the fat man's nonchalant expression. Anger to the point. As a fighter who fights desperately on the battlefield. What he hated most was this kind of officer who didn't take the lives of his soldiers seriously. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he swung his fist and hit the fat man in the face.

Chuck and the bandit soldiers, who had been watching the movement here, all stood up in unison. A look of horror. The anxious one has already hula and ran over.

"Stop! Jonathan! Nash, who was galloping in, said angrily.

Jonathan's fist. He stopped when he was still twenty centimeters away from the fat man's face. It wasn't Nash's roar that stopped him, but a shell gun that pressed his head forward.

"Major General Tian Xingjian, right?" The fat man's gun was seen on Jonathan's head. Nash was furious. He temporarily put aside his scolding at Jonathan, turned his head to look at the fat man who was trembling, and said disdainfully: "As a soldier." I

A gun should not be put against a fighter's head! ”

Field. Quietly.

The Chakna soldiers were full of anger. looked at the fat man who was colorless and only knew how to play prestige with a gun, with a look of disdain.

Just now. The sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the ship's crash. Everybody heard.

When the group of rookies in front of them who didn't even have 1 came to the position behind Sun Ping. All the fighters did not suspect that it was Sun Ping who saved these people. No one would think that the gunfire was played with without the heroes. No one would think so. This group of dishes is the main body of the battle.

With this preconceived idea, it is conceivable that the soldiers saw that the rescued group was hiding in the back. Like a group to travel. And their commanders are even more bastards. Not only did he shoot at his own people, but now he even put a gun to Jonathan's head. How angry!

Several Chakner soldiers subconsciously picked up their guns. They have already put their bodies out of the way. Not even afraid of death. Afraid of a major general who doesn't know what to come out of?!

As long as Nash gives an order, these men who are rolling in blood and fire. You won't hesitate to swoop out these damn blue uniforms. They don't care what three-seven-twenty-one!

"I have a gun. Not trying to kill him. "Fat is a little depressed. He didn't expect his supernatural cloak marksmanship. Not only is no one amazed. It's still being questioned. This makes the vain fat man who likes to be in the limelight. Very unpleasant. He casually spat on the ground. Said viciously: "Lao Tzu just doesn't have time to explain to you. ”

said. The child retracted his arm and raised the gun. With a wave of your hand. More than a dozen energy bolts pounced into the dirt next to the corpse of a Jeppen soldier leaning against the side of the tunnel.

Other Chuck fighters standing far away. Don't understand. Nash and Jonathan, who were standing close, suddenly jumped when they saw the fat man's pistol bullets hitting the place! See pit wall. The bullet ran down the body of the fallen Jeppen soldier. Twisted around and made a human shape. Didn't wipe a single cent of the corpse.

Nash jerked his head to look at Sun Ping. Sun smiled bitterly and whispered a few words in his ear

As Sun Ping narrates, Nash's eyes get bigger and bigger. to the end. It was impossible to hide his horror. When Sun Ping's narration ended, Nash's first reaction was to kick Jonathan hard and scold, "Fuck off."

Jonathan didn't move. His eyes were still staring at the corpse leaning against the corner.

Nash turned to the fat man and saluted. Said to the fat man: "General Chackner Air Marines 51st Fully Mechanized Infantry Division 1792 1st Battalion 2nd Company Commander Nash." Ask for instructions. ”

Saying that, he handed over a crumpled cigarette as if he was juggling, and said indifferently: "General, don't be like this turtle, to be honest, don't say that he has never seen such marksmanship, even I was shocked at the time." Hey. We are all straight sons, and you have a lot of tolerance for the place. ”

The fat man grinded his teeth and stayed in the sixth division. He had already seen the ability of this kind of guy to turn his face. For these warriors who are on the brink of life and death, any authority is bullshit. They only bow to absolute strength. Essentially, the fat man himself. Also in the same category as these guys. This sense of identity in the bones. And not much lower because of the rank on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry!" Jonathan, who came back to his senses, looked at the fat man with a complicated expression. Simply said: "I owe a life!" ”

The fat man smiled and felt very comfortable.

"General." I saw that the fat man was easy to talk. Nash also let go. The thirty-year-old man grinned. The dirty face showed a mouthful of white teeth: "It's better to put your military uniform hehe." ”

The fat man looked at his uniform. Immediately jumped up. Hurriedly take off his uniform.

Thought. No wonder when he appeared those outstanding soldiers, it was as if he had seen an enemy.

It turned out that it was all because of his own uniform. Spent a lot of time in mechs and battleships. Actually made such a low-level mistake. If Nash hadn't pointed it out. The next battle. is still like a peacock opening the screen, stupidly waiting for others to earn military merits!

They showed each other good things, and the fat man Nash looked at each other a little bit. One** sat down on an ammo box. The fat man lit the cigarette that Nash handed him. "Lieutenant Nash, right?" Follow your experience Jaina - seed the next time to attack. When? ”

Nash sat on his knees in front of the fat man. A pair of big hands also rubbed their pants covered with blood and mud in a decent manner, and they looked like they were loyal and honest.

He looked at the time of the battle recorder on his wrist and said: Not necessarily. When the attack is fierce, a few minutes can stir up a wave of up. But. Beat the battalion for eight hours. The casualties are at least twice as many as ours. It's been a bit more solid in recent times. Only once in half an hour. I reckon. I see you coming. They need to be a little more prepared. ”

"They don't have reinforcements?" He picked up a Chakner M23 rifle. I looked at it. Put it down again.

"Not before. They're up against us."

Nash opened the topographic map stored on the battle recorder. Projected on a relatively flat bulletproof wall. Glancing at the fat man, he said, "This is the left flank of the entire blocking line of the army." It's a mountain bend. Beyond that is a Grand Canyon. Those who want to cross the position go thousands of kilometers along the foot of the mountain. With the character of a master. Originally, a battalion fought a company. Crashed to death here. They were also embarrassed to bring reinforcements. But. Your ship crashed here. It's hard to say what happens next. ”

We've lost contact with your regimental headquarters? ”

"Yes." Nash nodded.

He subconsciously looked at the warriors on the other end of the tunnel, who were already exhausted. A pair of hands tightened. A hippie smiley face on his face. It's completely gone. A whole company. More than 160 people. Until now. There are only a few left. The kind of time when you lose your friends and brothers who have the friendship of life and death. Heart-rending pain. It's unimaginable to ordinary people.

"The communicator is gone. Why don't we send someone to contact? The fat man was silent for a moment of understanding. Then he asked in a low voice.

"Sent." Nash gritted his teeth and said, "I sent three times and none of them came back." ”

"You say," the blood on the fat man's face faded in one fell swoop: "You sent it three times." One

Come?! ”

Nash didn't lift his eyes, just nodded silently.

The fat man's heart suddenly reached the bottom of the icy valley. He froze at the electronic map projected from Nash's battlefield recorder, his mind blank

As Nash put it, this is the left-wing front of the entire curved defensive line.

The reason why such a position was placed on the corner of this hill bend was because the high ground on which this position was located was the flank of the entire 1792. If the enemy were to take this high ground from the figure-of-eight mountain in front, they would be able to take advantage of the situation and cut the entire 1792 scattered defense line in half. Hence this company. It was placed here and ordered to be guarded to the death.

Now the problem is in a positional position.

It is an L-shaped mountain, a towering mountain that isolates this position and isolates the situation of other positions. If the communication system is complete. Naturally, this is not a problem, but the communicator was blown up to pieces. Other words. Since then, this position has been completely cut off from the island in the ocean!

Judging by Nash's expression. I must also understand what it means that the three communications soldiers sent in a row have not been able to come back. But. The constant onslaught of the enemy left him with no time to think about anything else.

Before the order of the regimental headquarters. He had to stay here. If the position on the other side of the bend is not lost, it is a crime for him to abandon the position. If he loses it, he has no hope that he will be able to take these twenty or thirty extremely tired warriors in front of him to chisel through countless enemies that are twice his own and walk out alive!

It is not known whether the Jeppen people took positions or not. Maybe they didn't feel it, maybe they didn't have time, maybe they didn't notice the L hiking bend next to the main position at all. No enemy has climbed hundreds of meters from the left of the main position to attack this place. In front of Nash is only the Jie infantry battalion in front of him, who has been with him from the beginning!

"Are there any mechs yet?" The voice of a fat man. Something shaking. Although he knew that the possibility of owning a mecha was infinitely inclined, he still held out the hope that it would be in case. He was almost certain that the main position on the other side had been captured by the enemy. If you want to get out of here alive, there is not even a little hope for mechas!

A wry smile from the "mecha" Nash made the fat man's heart cold. But the latter sentence. But his eyes lit up suddenly.

Nash said bitterly: "The mecha class in it has been spelled out." Of the eleven mechs, only one was badly damaged and could not be driven. Everything else is ruined. ”

"Can't turn on?" The fat man was stunned for a moment, and then he smirked.

Nash had just lifted his eyelids for some unknown reason when the fat man pulled them up.

"Take me!"

In the bewildered gaze of the fighters. The two of them bent over and waded through the muddy water. Quickly ran to the mech trench on the right behind the position. It wasn't until the excited fat man saw the mecha with his own eyes that he realized that Nash was badly damaged. How serious is it?

What appeared in front of me was a Chakner [Xing] eighth-generation individual mecha. As soon as I saw a series of data, it appeared in the fat man's mind.

[Taihang] is 720 centimeters tall. From fifty-six tons. The whole body is black. Humanoid structure. It is equipped with two GH8 rail cycle ion engines from Marlow. Electronic balancing system. Double-link reciprocating. It is equipped with two anti-missile and four anti-surface missiles, two 5-mm energy cannons and a 210-meter caliber energy cannon.

This mecha is characterized by stable performance. The structure is simple and easy to maintain, and the technical indicators are very balanced. Because its structure and suspension system are a generation of melee design. As such, this mech is the first melee version of Chuckner to distinguish it from the seventh-generation mech. In service in 059 years, six columns have been produced cumulatively.

It is the main mecha of the Chakner armored forces.

From the appearance, it looks a little clumsy. Fat man though. This kind of mecha is not only knotted. It is very powerful and very flexible. Just control it. Definitely a melee killer. At least. Compared to the [Toyama] of the opposite Jie. Be much better! But good is good. The armor in front of me is really miserable.

The entire mech. It can be said that it is unrecognizable. The outer armor of the machine is covered with large holes, and the shells on the left side of the chest and the right lower abdomen have been cracked, revealing the wiring and parts inside. The head is also missing a corner, leaving only one eye and an observation lens on the chest. Radar and fire control seem to have thought about it. It's useless to think about it. The mech's energy cannon is gone, not even missiles. It's all gone. If that's acceptable. Then the right hand with the elbow broken and the right hand with the broken left leg. It's enough to make the fantasy of a pair of entire mechs come to naught.

"!" The fat man who did not give up quickly climbed into the cockpit of the mecha.

"Butt! Over"

"It's coming!" The little kid staggered to the mech. Along the arm of the recumbent mech. Climbed into the cockpit.

What did the fat man call that kid for? Let the child hide there?

The Chakna warriors looked at each other. Nash's every move. Now it's the focus of attention of the entire position. The Chakner warriors who had rested for a while and came back to their strength. In addition to the complexity, Oita who was on guard at the front of the position ran to the mecha trench to see the surprise. In the midst of them. The bandit army is a rookie. I watched it with relish.

The communicator is broken. The computer-aided system also did not respond.

"Look at the communicator. Let's see if there's a way to get in touch with Skynet. "The fat man confessed to the little brat.

Fat. The engine is good! ”

Finish! He said. He drilled out of the cabin: "Is there a mechanical maintenance arm?" ”

Around the mech. The Chackner warriors stared up at the fat man blankly.

Nash looked at his watch. Look at the brass and iron mecha again. His face twitched. He's sure this fat guy is a one!

This time it was before twelve o'clock. Eight thousand is eight thousand. Stretch out your hand confidently. Give a ticket!!