Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 297: Volume 4 Chapter 50 Go Fuck Yourself

When a torrent of iron goes berserk, what will it look like? Many people cannot even imagine.

However, just take a look at the scene of hundreds of thousands of antelope-like cattle migrating together, and you’ll know that no one dares to stand in front of fourteen hundred berserk Land Mechas.

The Desic Hunter Mecha Group, ranked third among Desic’s armored forces, displayed their prowess at this moment. They are not antelope-like cattle, so they do not migrate. What they do is charge!

The entire group had abandoned the search. In an instant, they gathered together, then split apart just as quickly. Divided into nine parts, like a plum blossom blooming in the winter cold.

A blossom of anger, vibrant like fresh blood, exuding a chilling murderous aura in the cold wind.

Nearly two hundred Mechas conducted a three-way fire suppression, and three hundred [Warhammer] Mechas suddenly pounced on Fatty’s former first sniper point. The remaining Land Mechas launched assaults on the flanks.

The tremors of the sprinting Mechas, accompanied by the continuous and dense explosions, did not halt for a moment.

The sky seemed to suddenly darken. In the bright sky without clouds, it seemed that the sunlight could no longer cover this forest. The ground shook, and the entire forest trembled amidst the mad explosions.

The rocks at the first sniper point were blasted into flying fragments amidst the barrage of artillery, trees around fell like cut straw, snapping one after another. Before the crowns of some big trees could hit the ground, they were swept into splinters by the hail of bullets, scattering in all directions. The snow and soil on the ground and trees were thrown into the sky by the shock waves, falling like a torrential rain, hitting the ground with a crackling sound.

Tian Xingjian, like a mouse escaping from an earthquake, slyly avoided the sight of a cat, scampering on all fours and running frantically. Just as the Desic Hunter Corps approached the first sniper point, he had already climbed up to the second sniper point along the ridge, sneakily poking his head out.

Due to the Hunter Mecha Group’s shift, this time, Fatty appeared at the ten o’clock position on the right side of the Mecha group.

From a high vantage point, the Desic Mechas in the charging state a few hundred meters away seemed almost within reach. However, the other [Warhammer], the second sniper target with the golden insignia, was tightly protected by several [Royal Banner] and [Tide] Mechas on both sides, leaving no chance for a shot.

If he couldn’t destroy this [Warhammer], this Desic Armored Group would be like a raging beast that hasn’t lost its sanity. Unless Fatty could keep a dangerous distance and lead it on a wild chase, it would return to its previous pursuit path, catching up with the Mixed Army at an even faster speed and slaughtering everyone in the cruelest ways.

Fatty’s fingers glided over the control keyboard, the electronic locking cursor of the sniper cannon continuously tracking the protected [Warhammer], shadowing it closely.

Whether or not he could destroy this Mecha, Fatty believed that with one more shot, he could firmly draw the attention of the entire Desic Mecha Group. As for whether he could hold them off for six hours and escape, that was no longer within his considerations!

The opportunity came quickly.

The size, stride, and running frequency of the Single Soldier Mecha are different from those of the medium-sized Mecha, and the gap with the heavy Mecha is even greater. The golden insignia marked [Warhammer] moved far more flexibly and swiftly than the surrounding Mechas.

Just as it was about to pounce on the first sniper point, the [Warhammer] with the golden insignia finally flashed half of its body between two [Royal Banner] Mechas that could no longer keep up with its pace!

”Boom!”

With Fatty decisively pulling the trigger! The sniper cannon roared once again.

”Bang!” Mud and snow flew! The sniper bomb did not hit the golden [Warhammer], instead landing in the dirt in front of it, creating a small crater.

At the moment Fatty pulled the trigger, the [Warhammer] eerily halted its charge, executed a sleek turn, avoiding the sudden shot. Its movements were like flowing water, perfectly timed to dodge the sniper cannon round, as if it had foreseen it and rehearsed countless times.

Fatty immediately realized that this golden insignia [Warhammer] was undoubtedly the most formidable enemy he had ever encountered! Its mechanical control was stronger than his, its experience richer, and its mind cooler! Even while launching a charge, it maintained the protection of surrounding Mechas. It had already deduced that the first sniper point was just an empty bait!

Then, this [Warhammer] turned itself into bait! It revealed half its body to lure the sniper to fire!

”Damn it, I’ve been tricked!”

Yanking the control stick hard, knowing that his target had already been exposed, Fatty decided to go all out. [Logic]’s tattered body suddenly appeared on the hillside, leaning sideways against a giant and towering pine tree, like a ghostly assassin emerging from the darkness, turning into a muscular jungle hunter with a bare upper torso, confidently pulling his bow and preparing to shoot!

”Thump!” ”Thump!” ”Thump!” ”Thump!” ”Thump!” ”Thump!”

Like a series of dense death drums, the sniper cannon’s shots made the recently turned Desic Mecha Group unable to believe their eyes! A tattered [Magic Beast Ⅲ] model mecha stood straight on the high ground, recklessly shooting nonstop. The drumbeats stopped abruptly; two [Warhammer]s at the forefront turned into two balls of fire under the precise and unavoidable shots!

Then, everyone saw that [Magic Beast Ⅲ] raise its left arm and flip them the middle finger!

”Fuck you!” Fatty spat fiercely!

Insult! This was the most direct and thorough insult the Desic Hunter Mecha Group had encountered since its inception!

Aistrazzi finally saw his enemy, and also suffered humiliation from Fatty! That kind of rage almost made him explode. This tattered mecha seemed to be toying with a group of fools; just as he tried to expose its target, it brazenly stood out, killing two [Warhammer]s in front of everyone!

Precise kills! Brazen killings in public! Neither of the two [Warhammer]s could evade!

Then, this arrogant killer used a disdainful middle finger to humiliate the entire Hunter Mecha Group!

This was an insult, a provocation, and a challenge! A tattered [Magic Beast Ⅲ] Second-generation mecha challenging over a thousand elite [Warhammer] Ninth Generation mechas!

This time, it wasn’t just Aistrazzi; the entire Desic Hunter Mecha Group was ignited by anger!

Amidst the tide-like surge of artillery fire, the tattered Magic Beast turned around, shook its buttocks at everyone, and dove into the jungle, leaving the ensuing artillery fire to turn the entire hillside into an inferno of shattered wood and stone bursting into the sky.

The artillery fire ceased as quickly as it started.

As soon as Fatty disappeared, Aistrazzi had already dashed out! The two short wings on the back of his [Warhammer] abruptly opened, and under the fierce thrust of the auxiliary thrusters, the mecha turned into a streak of light, trailing Fatty into the jungle.

Aistrazzi’s whole body was ignited with boiling blood; this [Magic Beast] was not only his enemy but also one of the rare adversaries he had encountered in recent years of warfare! He swore to never let the honor of a Level 9 Mecha Warrior be shamed; he would personally capture this [Magic Beast] in this duel, exhaust him in relentless pursuit, and completely crush him both physically and mentally, using every drop of his blood to mourn his brother!

No orders were needed; the nine [Warhammer]s that had been following Aistrazzi simultaneously unfolded their wings. They, with Aistrazzi as the spearhead, formed an assault formation, leaping and darting through the jungle with unparalleled speed. These nine were the most elite mechanical warriors of the Hunter Corps, following behind the golden emblem. They had breached enemy defenses and pursued prey countless times in this manner! No one had ever escaped the Hunter Corps’ pursuit; none before, and none now!

Fatty ran desperately.

If someone were to look down from the sky at this moment, they would see a tattered [Magic Beast Ⅲ] wildly zigzagging through the jungle. Behind it, a formation of ten [Warhammer]s with a golden emblem at the tip was closely pursuing, the distance between them only a few hundred meters! And behind these ten [Warhammer]s, a thousand mechas spread out, like a gigantic web, a dark tide rushing rapidly through the forest!

”Thump!” [Logic] performed a mid-air spin while running at high speed, barely aiming before firing a lightning-quick shot from the sniper cannon.

A [Warhammer] on Aistrazzi’s right rear side never anticipated that this already tattered [Magic Beast Ⅲ] Second-generation mecha could perform such a high-difficulty maneuver while running at high speed, resulting in it being smashed squarely in the chest by the oncoming shot due to its negligence.

The [Warhammer]’s body jerked violently, and with a ”boom!” explosion, the tremendous blast force knocked it to the ground, its energy shield dropping into the red, while the chest’s additional armor shattered into pieces. The powerful impact made the warrior controlling this [Warhammer] dizzy, despite the protective anti-shock cockpit!

The spinning [Logic] didn’t pause for a second after firing; instead, it further distanced itself by dozens of meters as the [Warhammer] behind reflexively slowed down.

”Idiot!” Bonnie’s voice rang in Fatty’s ear!

Panting, Fatty wanted to teach this reckless woman a lesson, but the fierce artillery fire behind made him shut up! Damn it, he really was an idiot; firing this shot just gave the relentlessly pursuing enemy an idea!

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