Counterfeit Hero

Twenty Mechas charging at three hundred Mechas?!

The Northern Alliance Mecha Soldiers widened their eyes in disbelief, unable to trust their retinas.

Those charging Green Mechas, were they a group of lunatics or a bunch of idiots? Did they even know what they were doing?

Seeking death!

A surge of Anger rushed to his head. Walker, the commander of the 4th Battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Group, sneered and mocked, ”Shouting a couple of ’Long Live’ makes them brave?” Amidst the laughter of his subordinates, he waved his hand to give the order: ”Kill them all! Leave no one alive!”

This was the core defensive zone of the Northern Alliance, this was the 4th Armored Battalion, ranked fourth in the Blood Shadow Mecha Group, not allowing a few fleas to be arrogant here! He didn’t care how these fat-bellied strange Mechas crossed the heavy infantry defenses, nor how the bandit army defeated the Blood-colored Mercenary Army’s First Armored Assault Group initially. He only knew these Mechas would pay a bloody price for their recklessness and foolishness!

The Blood Shadow Mecha Group was the most elite armored force on Mars Planet.

The tide-like Red Gust formed a triangular attack formation while running.

Facing the onslaught of the Green Mechas, they showed no cowardice—if four hundred Mechas were scared by a frontal charge from twenty Mechas, that would be the biggest joke in human history! Since the enemy sought death, let them have it! No matter how loud they shouted, they were like moths to a flame!

The nine Gusts at the forefront of the Triangle Attack Formation, like a sharp red arrow, cranked up their engines and charged head-on towards the twenty Green Mechas. The exhilarating feeling of this head-on collision made every Northern Alliance Mecha Soldier’s face show a bloodthirsty grin.

This was a pleasure derived from bullying the weak, a twisted brutality. They knew that behind them was a tidal wave of comrades, and in the next second, they could completely drown these twenty Green Mechas.

From a bird’s-eye view, the red and green, large and small attacking arrows, were like two raging rhinos getting closer to each other in their rapid gallop.

Finally, when the distance vanished completely, and the two torrents collided violently, the face of Walker, the commander of the 4th Battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Group, which still bore a sneer, suddenly turned grim as if he’d been slapped hard across his face!

The violent collision sound and the chilling screams suddenly erupted! The forefront nine Red Gusts were smashed to pieces right before his eyes by the Green Mechas! Their shells were dented, limbs twisted, and external armor along with shattered parts blasted away in all directions. Immediately after, their entire bodies were thrown into the air like waves crashed against rocks.

The dazzling red Triangle Attack Formation in the morning light instantly lost its shape.

But it wasn’t over. After the initial nine Mechas were knocked aside, the Green Mechas didn’t pause, and they charged into the deeper enemy lines with the same speed as before the collision. One by one, the Red Mechas were like stalks of wheat crushed by a Green harvester in a rice field, drawing arcs in the air and crashing into the Mecha Group behind, making the formerly orderly formation a complete mess.

The Northern Alliance Mecha Soldiers, their minds blank, almost moved by inertia, encircled the twenty Green Mechas that broke into the formation from the two wings.

The comrades behind were still surging forward. The hundred-meter-wide street was jam-packed. From the ruins and beside the buildings, in the middle of roads where you could still see road traffic markings… the whole block was like a beehive swarmed by bees, showing only the bustling Red Mechas.

Many Northern Alliance Soldiers could no longer see the positions of those twenty Green Mechas. Their line of sight was completely blocked by their comrades’ Mechas. However, this didn’t slow their frantic heartbeat even a fraction because as long as they slightly raised their heads, they could see in the chaos, the sky full of flying red wreckage and the blood and flesh of their comrades…

”Press on! Press on!” Walker’s roar echoed as the Red Mechas clustered forward.

In the airtight encirclement, the Green Mechas could no longer maintain their high-speed charge. They slowed down, caught in layers of siege…

”Fight independently!”

With Fatty’s command, the twenty Rangers suddenly leaped up, scattering far and near, fast and slow, like a blooming chrysanthemum, spreading petals towards the surroundings.

This chrysanthemum was one of blood.

”Kill!” Fatty’s blood was already boiling.

The Green Mechas, like a howling lightning bolt, punched through the belly of a Northern Alliance Mecha, slapping another Gust’s head backward with a fierce backhand.

The hit was so brutal that it almost turned the Mecha’s head into scrap iron. Long-range viewers, radars, sensors, scanners… various fragments of parts scattered like a watermelon smashed by a swung bat.

Fatty pushed the control lever, forcing the Mecha to charge through.

Homeland, life, freedom, and life itself, words kept churning in Fatty’s mind. This distorted, twisted world had countless people dying every day! On Leray’s battlefield, and also in the refugee settlements around Puluo Town! They fell under the guns of invaders and those ruthless bastards.

Blood was flowing; the bastards were laughing triumphantly. Did he have any other choice?!