Fake Hero Volume 8 Chapter 15 Breakthrough (Medium)

One hundred and twenty Chakner warriors who survived the apocalypse followed behind the little kid. In the middle of a dense jungle.

Winter jungle. Many large trees. Most of the dead leaves have been lost. Bare branches crisscross each other. The black press stretched to the sky. Like countless pairs of praying hands. Autumn jungle beauty. It's not completely gone. Evergreen plants and yellow deciduous leaves. Red maple leaves. White, brown bark. It paints the jungle with a layer of tranquil beauty.

On the top of the tree. From time to time, a bird's cry was heard. of the face. It's the rustle of boots over dead leaves. The cold wind howls in the woods. The silent jungle became noisy. Leaves of the mountains and forests. Shake in the wind. There was a rattling sound. It's like a rainstorm.

The warriors stepped on the branches of the dead leaves. Bypass the big trees. I glanced at my companion who was only a few meters away - when I looked up at the little boy who was leading the way. The eyes are a little complicated.

Until now. Everyone is like a dream.

More than two hundred Hans. Was he really saved by the little boy in front of him who was stumbling?

Those are the best cripples. Heavily armed Jay escorts the soldiers. So easily killed by a child in a kindergarten class?.

Many fighters looked at each other. It's a relatively bitter smile. Say this. I'm afraid even an idiot wouldn't believe it. Even do it. I wouldn't dream of such a bizarre love.

I think back again and again about a red, gorgeous and terrifying scene that happened before. The hearts of the soldiers set off waves again and again.

The little boy's lightning-like shadow and silent movements. Jay Soldier bites off a large chunk of his neck in the impact of the concave chest. The head was turned back a full 180 degrees. And the shocking bloodstain is now in front of me. It's the same colorful picture, full of brutal violence and aesthetic beauty.

There was no conversation talking. Some people are quietly thinking about all sorts of things. Follow closely behind the little blonde boy who doesn't know if it's an angel or a demon.

No one knew the little boy who was wearing his trousers as if they were going to fall off at any moment, right--to-the-two, with his short legs, thinking about where he was going to take these people. I don't know how far it goes. Even the toughest taxi was a little tired, but the little boy leading the way in front of him had no intention of stopping to rest. Inadequate. Despite their confusion, the warriors didn't bother to ask.

Walking for a long time brings out previous worries. The state of mind of suffering and loss gradually changed. Anyway, it's a desperate life, and I'm not afraid to send it out again. The fighters now just want to see the little boy take him there early. Maybe. There will be a surprise.

He had just rounded a bend in the mountains, and suddenly there was a violent sound of artillery and explosions ahead.

I saw the lieutenant colonel following behind the child in front of him waving his hand. The warriors, startled by the sudden loud noise, all stopped. Ten fighters with guns. He looked around vigilantly.

The large branches of the dead leaves on the trembling face are beating quickly and slightly. The deafening explosions were incessant, as if they were close at hand.

Knock knock. Bang bang.

A familiar voice came, and the faces of the warriors changed at the same time.

Mecha. It was the sound of a mech fighting.

Without waiting for the lieutenant colonel to issue an order. The warriors quickly hid behind bushes and trees.

At the moment when everyone had just hidden, a Jie [Toyama mecha. It fell from behind a slope with a thud.

Huge inertia. Let this behemoth, which weighs dozens of tons, scrape a deep trench out of its face. Several large trees that had been smashed fell with a piercing clatter. The canopy swept through the jungle foliage, and countless leaves were torn into slag. Wrapped in ash and dust, it spreads all around.

of the [Toyama] arm. It's too late to stand up. The energy cannon on the left side of the shoulder suddenly lit up. A white marquise-shaped bolt of energy shot straight between the two small hills ahead.

"Boom.". In the violent explosion of white light, a tattered [Tai] mecha appeared.

I saw that its left leg was a little on the hillside. It swept up like a low-flying eagle. Dodged the energy cannonball. Immediately after that in the white light of the explosion. Volley a roll. Lightning-like pounce on the fallen [Toyama].

Our mechs. The warrior's eyes sparkled with joy. The violently beating heart seems to be about to jump out of the eye at any moment.

The panicked [Toyama] kicked his legs one after another. Staggered and tried to avoid the ferocious culling of [Taihang]. But. That [Taihang]. In too fast. The soldiers only felt a flower in front of them. [Taihang] has already been shot behind [Toyama].

It's going to be bad. Jay Robot is clearly desperate. Stumbling. [Toyama] forced a turn and threw a sharp kick backwards.

This leg is extremely tricky.

[Taihang] that hit in the air. Just arrived at the back of it, when the old power has been exhausted, and the new power has not yet been born. Once kicked by this leg of [Toyama]. Definitely a hit.

Apparently. The mecha warrior of Toyama. He is a seasoned veteran. This timing. He grasps with extreme precision.

The whip-like mechanical leg swept [Taihang]. and through the body of [Taihang].

"Boom." A loud bang followed.

The wind stirred up by the mech. Dust from the jungle. swept in all directions. Warriors whose minds go blank. They all subconsciously turned their heads and squinted.

A big tree. A few rattles. Bang down.

And behind [Toyama]. Taihang]. It's already in its back.

The warriors watched in amazement as Toyama fell. A burst of electricity swept through the body in an instant. on the skin. Fry up pieces of chicken lumps. Body. I trembled violently in the uncontrollable excitement.

"Phantom." A warrior blurted out the voice. It confirms the thoughts that are churning in everyone's minds.

That [Toyama]. Kicked

The phantom of Taihang.

As its mechanical legs skimmed over the phantom. When you kick that hapless tree. [Taihang] has already flashed behind it like a ghost.

What kind of trick is this. What a terrifying manipulation it is.

This is not something that ordinary mechs can play. It is impossible for a seventh- or eighth-level mecha warrior to have a hand speed that is enough to pull the phantom, but a ninth-level mecha warrior can complete it. But. I can't do it like the [Taihang] in front of me.

The machine in [Taihang]. Who exactly? Is it the war of the republic?.

"Peng." The mech's cockpit was violently opened. [Taihang] just grabbed the Jie Jie in the cockpit. The soldiers saw the little boy who was hiding in the grass with his ** and jumped out.

The "Kozmo" child jumped again. Two hands waved: "It's me." It's me. ”

Own.

Hula and ecstatic Kna warriors all went up. They looked excitedly at the rags [Taihang] that they had put together. Remembering the wonderful phantom pulled out by the mecha just now, my heart fluttered and I couldn't help myself.

To know. In them. There are one hundred and twenty. It's all mecha warriors. Six of them were captains. Or a level 7 mecha warrior. And the leading lieutenant colonel and two other colonels. It is also in the 13th Panzer Division. An elite level 8 mecha warrior.

For these mechwarriors. Mechs are their second life. And a legendary mecha master. They are their same idols. Even more so than God makes them revered and reverent.

"Butt? How are you in. Kozmo threw the fainting Jeppen Robot in his hand, looking at the sudden boy and a group of Chakner warriors. "Where did they come from?" he asked. ”

"I'm going to explore the way. Hand saved. The little kid looked unimpressed.

"Awesome." Koz doesn't know the weakness of the little kid. The two-word coaxing little kid smiled. Then he said, "I don't have time to say more. There's also an enemy machine down there, so you can take them to the battle, kill the enemy's mech, and come back to support. ”

said. Kozmo pulled the lever and the mech took to the air. A few vertical jumps in a row. Crash through the bushes. Rushed down the hill. Immediately disappeared.

Explosions ahead. More and more dense.

"Let's go." The little kid waved his hand. Shake off the little short legs. The fart ran up the hillside to the formation. I saw the tactics of the fighter just now. More than two hundred Chakna warriors were boiling with blood. Don't say a word. Follow closely.

But. Everyone is very strange in their hearts. Even if it took a big turn in the mountains. They also roughly knew that the current position would not be the second line of defense a few kilometers away.

So. What else is there here? To know. The first line of defense. Back three hours ago. It's already a total collapse. Those who could be withdrawn were withdrawn. I can't go down. Most of them were killed or taken prisoner. How on the edge of the whole front. There is also a burst of ?.

Climb over two small hills. Walked up the slope of the mountain for two hundred meters. Filled with black smoke. The light of the explosion and the spilled dirt shrouded the sky. Appeared in front of the eyes of the fighters.

of the front. More than a hundred Jeppen soldiers shouted wildly. Already under the cover of artillery fire. rushed to the side less than a hundred miles away.

Gunfire. Slightly extended back a little.

Jeppen soldiers did not go up. Instead, it slowed down. Nearby, he crouched behind undulating mounds and tree stumps.

Extended artillery fire. After a while. Once again, he was back at the forefront of the formation.

Battle trenches. Trembling in the rainstorm of explosions. Explosion-proof canopy. Bulletproof walls. Caisson. Mecha wreckage and discarded broken guns. In the midst of a loud bang. In a hemispherical white light that spread towards the sky. Dilapidation. Fracture. Take to the skies. If after the first extension of artillery fire. Someone entered the battle. Definitely not going to survive.

The Chakner prisoners of war hiding on the hillside gritted their teeth in a hurry. The entire array was covered with shells. They can only hide outside the meter that is not affected by the fire. There was no chance to get in.

It is also a hundred meters from the array. But. From here to the top of the formation. To climb up to the right and over a narrow hill. On speed. It is absolutely impossible to be faster than those masters. Moreover. Most of the people here are handless. A little was preempted by the Jeppen people. I want to rush in again. Pipe dream.

"How many people are there in the array?" Lieutenant Colonel Anthony looked anxiously at the little boy beside him.

"I can fight. I guess there are more than a dozen. "The little kid doesn't look back.

"A dozen?" The cold sweat brushes of Anthony and the warriors behind him came down. They stared blankly at the array that had been ravaged by the repeated artillery fire. I can't imagine it. About a dozen people. How to hold on.

Not to mention that the current array has been bombed. Even if it's a complete array that has just been built. It is also impossible to protect these ten or so people against more than a hundred Jie soldiers who are already ready.

The artillery fire covering the array was ploughing repeatedly, and the soldiers in the formation had already faintly seen the heroes under the hillside. Started to move. Maybe. At the same time as the artillery fire extended, they would charge as fast as they could. It only takes a dozen seconds. They will be able to reach less than sixty meters in front of the formation. In the moment when the artillery fire stopped. They are far away. Less than forty meters more.

Forty meters is for a formation without artillery counterfire support. It almost means falling.

No one knows in the back and forth coverage of several artillery fires. How big the casualties were. Even if they were all alive, they would face an attack from an enemy ten times their size.

"One hundred and sixty-two." The little kid didn't notice the faces of the warriors beside him. sneered: "Even the civilian staff rushed up with guns." These Jeppen people are crazy, they don't know if fat people can't be stimulated? ”

Fatso? Anthony opened his mouth. Finally, he didn't speak.

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Who is the fat man. I don't know how this little boy can only vaguely look at the bag. He only knows exactly how many people are on the other side. This is how the Jeppen Army, which claims to be the strongest in the universe, fights the war.

These Jeppen people are the most easily agitated race in the universe. their paranoia. It's been an unbelievable step. For the sake of their honor, for their so-called pride. Not to mention the civilian charge with guns, even the doctors and nurses of those hospitals. There are also sub-sons who charge at enemies twice as large as themselves.

In extreme madness. These fanatical. A guy who claims to be ready to die for Emperor Jie. It's almost suicide by charge. It is known as the strongest land in the universe. In addition to the boasting and megalomania of these guys, the brainwashed rule of the royal family in their country. Once he was instigated. fell into fanatical traditions. It is also one of the reasons.

Gunfire. Pushed back again. The Peng soldiers on the hillside jumped up at the same time and ran up frantically.

Eighty meters. Sixty meters and ten meters covered the artillery fire. Finally stopped. Charging Jeppen soldiers. A shout erupted. Under the command of two colonel-rank officers. The final sprint began.

Corleone in,. Bernathera is in front. These two battalion commanders of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the Jay 031 Brigade. It's crazy.

In their red necks. Hoarseness in the middle of the sound. More than one hundred and sixty Jeppen soldiers. With red eyes, they rushed up desperately. Beastly sounds. Echoing in this valley. It's creepy.

Played for nine hours. Of the twenty self-propelled guns, only six remained. Of the thirty-eight mechs, only four remained. One of the more than 500 people was left with only a hundred people left. A whole battalion of fully equipped infantry. In front of this array, the head broke the blood flow.

Corleone could not accept such an outcome.

At this time, he was. It's long gone, and it's no longer the usual calm appearance. Escorted by several guards. He waved. Urge your soldiers with the most violent voice.

He does not accept defeat. Don't send reinforcements either.

He's going to wash it up in blood. Cut every captive you caught with a thousand cuts.

These damn Chakners. Already gave himself too much humiliation. Especially the last attack before. More than two hundred. In the end, he fled in the wilderness. If this shame. If you can't wash it yourself. He will become the laughing stock of all the nobles of Jay. This life. I can't even lift my head.

Corleone is not afraid of death.

Since he entered the guard battalion of the Royal Youth Army at the age of ten. He was too afraid of death.

Because he knows. Jeppen who was bound to the southeast. Hundreds of years of forbearance. Fathers and grandparents. Generations of Jeppen men have not developed the tragedy of depression. to this generation. It's finally time to wrap it up. From the time he was sensible. He knew that war would come in this era.

It's no secret. Not some delusion. This is the result of repeated deductions and calculations by generations of Jeppon people who have been preparing to go abroad and sweep the universe.

The times are so chaotic.

A Jeppen man of his own generation. Finally, I can no longer be like my parents and grandparents. Watch generations of redressed mechs come alive in the barracks. Watch the huge ships built with all the country's strength grow old in the harbor.

Meritorious service. Break new ground. When at this time. For the glory of His Majesty Emperor Jie, and for the sake of his father, who was already dying, he still took his concubine to the street with his arms when Jiepeng sent out the army, cheering and seeing off his father who couldn't kneel for a long time.

Corleone will not allow itself to fail. Never allow yourself to go back in disgrace. Bring shame on the family.

When the last wave of attacks. When his two companies broke down again, he decided to take a gamble.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket. It doesn't mean that he has lost all his sanity. He was out of the Chakner Front's lack of anti-mecha weapons. I also saw the ferocity of the patchwork [Taihang] mecha.

So. He ordered the four mechs to return to the formation in advance on the left and right. Let that [Taihang] be difficult to take care of. He then ordered the self-propelled guns to pour all the ammunition on the formation. Provide cover for the last charge.

He didn't believe in such an attack. The Chakna on the hill can still hold on. As long as you take the mountain, you can be disgraced.

"Rush up. For the sake of His Majesty's great cause, he died. Corleone shook off the guards. on the charge. It's close. It's close. Bernasherra, the deputy battalion commander at the front, was already less than thirty-five meters away.

"Bang."

on. The first shots were heard.

The wild shouts of one of Jeppen's privates stopped, and he was straight at the original. After a few moments, he fell headlong backwards. In the center of his eyebrows. The bullet hole of a flesh mold resembles a blooming blood flower.

Shots rang out. Rifle. The energy machine gun began to roar.

One by one. form an interwoven web of light. Reaping the lives of Jeppen soldiers at will. Flying fusion grenades. In the crowd, a sudden flash of white light suddenly spread. Devouring everything around it. Severed limbs thrown up by the shock wave. Roll in the air. Smash in the dust. Smashed on the canopy.

The swarming Jeppen soldiers fell in rows like wheat that had been cut down. But the wave of charge, which had fallen into a state of madness, did not stop because of this.

These Jeppen soldiers in gray military uniforms. The howls of the footsteps under their feet did not pause in the slightest, and they gasped. Rush up the formation. While running and firing back.

Rifle. Machine gun bullets in the dirt before the formation. Rows of bullet holes appeared in an instant. Smoke and dust filled the air. Jie soldier in charge of heavy fire support. MANPADS launchers and small-caliber energy cannons. Carry out unlimited fire suppression. Curved missile tail smoke. Straight energy cannon glow. Wrong vertical and horizontal.

on the flanks of the mountainside. More than 200 Chackner prisoners of war ran desperately after the little kid. While staring at the array that constantly changes angles with the = situation. Everyone's mouth

His complexion is like iron. They didn't expect Jieren to be crazy. I didn't expect the little boy to bring himself to this array. Only a dozen or so people were able to fight.

They could see Chakner fighters firing on their stomachs on their firing positions along the line. They know. Comrades there - every second wanders on the brink of death. Jieren was only twenty or thirty meters away from the front of the array. But these people were still sixty or seventy meters away from the mecha trench at the back of the array.

The Jeppen people are getting closer and closer. Three meters and twenty-five meters. Two meters. With the sound of Jieren's sprinting footsteps. The hearts of prisoners of war. It is also beating violently.

A chubby figure poked its head out of the array. Raise your gun and shoot. This was the fifth time that the Chakner warriors on the mountainside had seen this figure. The first four times. He shot at least six Jay soldiers.

One-shot, two-shot, three-shot gun.

The three Peng soldiers who rushed in front almost simultaneously went limp at their feet. Planted in. The other was holding a fusion grenade. Jeppen soldier with his arms flailed and ready to throw forward. Then his body trembled violently. A grenade in hand. Weakly falling on the surface. After a loud bang. The soldier was twenty meters in circumference. It's all charred black.

The chubby figure quickly retracted. It's almost the one where he shrunk his head. Jayman's frenzied fire hit the pit walls above his head and behind him.

"Master." A Chakner fighter shook his fist hard. His fist hadn't been swung to the end. I saw that the fat man moved to the side three steps, and one probe and another shot.

The prisoners of war watched with blood boiling eyes. This madman. Shooting almost at the muzzle of the enemy's guns.

This shot. Shot accurately into the eyebrows of one of the second lieutenants of Jeppen. Young Second Lieutenant Jeppen had eyes open in disbelief. Limp kneeling. As his head slammed into the dust, the POWs saw the fat man and roared. Forthwith. The two Chakner warriors in the two firing positions next to him quickly got up and ran with him on the other side of the line.

No sooner had they left than a missile swooped into the dirt where they had been.

Charging Jeppen soldiers. Half of the battle had already fallen, and the firepower on the front of the formation had not weakened in the slightest.

The intersecting nets of fire are still coming out from all angles. Constantly harvesting the lives of Jeppon people. Hold the gray wave of the charge on the two-meter line.

Twenty meters from the formation, there was already a whole row of Jeppen soldiers. And many more are falling on this line.

A dozen people. The Jeppen people who actually fought couldn't take a step beyond the thunder pool. Anthony gasped and his eyes flashed: "It's a good fight." ”

"It's amazing." A major who followed Anthony. He muttered, "This kind of firepower builds this kind of formation." It's just perfect. ”

The two officers exclaimed in heartfelt admiration. The heartbeat of a warrior. More and more calm. They even had a feeling that they might not need to be able to clean up their opponents without having to put them all in the fight.

The distance array is getting closer and closer, and the mecha trench is already close at hand.

Suddenly the warriors heard. The sound of mecha footsteps running can be heard behind you. Turning around, [Taihang] was missing a corner of the head, and their eyes had already appeared.

The enemy in front of him charged wildly.

Bernathera howled and rushed up the formation. beside him. At least ten Jeppen soldiers gathered. The Chuck warriors in their fierce firepower couldn't lift their heads.

Ten meters. Five meters under the leadership of Bernasherra, Jace pounced on all the lines. It's about to rush into battle.

"Bang." A gunshot rang out.

Bernathera stood abruptly as if he had been immobilized.

He slowly lowered his head to look at his chest. A blood hole was constantly spraying outward.

His Adam's apple slammed into the **. Thick blood foam. Welled up from the corners of his mouth.

The world is turning in front of you.

When Bernasera fell. He suddenly let out a roar.

Forthwith. Swirling field of vision. There was a formation of the Chuckna people. And the figure of the soldiers in blue uniform. They fought like a fierce man.

They and the Jeppen warriors, who were close at hand, opened fire on each other. When entangled. Fight each other with bayonets on guns.

Bernathera twitched his legs and kicked weakly on the mud.

A fat man. In the group of Jeppen soldiers. Back and forth. It's like being in a no-man's land. His bayonet action. Crisp and clean. The three Jie soldiers who surrounded him with great speed only blinked an eye. was stabbed and killed by him.

When not far away another Jeppen soldier. Regardless of the fact that there were other Jeppen warriors behind the fat man. When ready to shoot. That fat man's gun. It's already ringing. And he stood in the plain. Precise points kill the surrounding Jeppen people.

A figure. Pounced straight in front of Bernase. This person. Bernathera is familiar. He is Corleone. Now. The face of this young low-ranking nobleman. Strangely twisted. Blocked most of Bernathera's view.

Ray. It's getting darker and darker. Body. It's getting colder and colder.

Bernathera heard the footsteps of a mech. The bursting cheers of the Chakna were also heard. The surviving Jeffers. Begin to run away. Bernashera couldn't figure it out. One hundred and sixty people. A charge that doesn't care about life or death at all. Why did not it break through the enemy's fire network. Why these people. It can even be at the end. Jump out of the trenches and launch a counteroffensive.

That white and chubby. Looks good to bully. A fat man who fights like a chicken. And who?

I don't understand. He snapped his eyes. Didn't think about it anymore.