Counterfeit Hero

In the decades of his remaining life that followed, he continually pondered over the same question.

Why was Monkey Captain’s Mecha head not crushed in the usual logical way, but instead it looked as if both sides had been forcefully pinched like being Double Peak Piercing Ears.... This fundamentally violated the laws of physics, it was unreasonable! After countless simulations and deductions, Sedep finally unveiled the veil of the goddess of truth.

With the buttocks!! A majestic voice echoed in the sky.

Years later, Sedep’s wife would always find him standing by the window amid midnight dreams, with that lonely and desolate silhouette. She would get out of bed and gently embrace Sedep from behind. She did not know what kind of trauma Sedep suffered in that war. She only knew that Sedep’s nervous breakdown had relapsed.

This bizarre strike had destined Monkey Captain’s fate on this battlefield of life and death — when another Green Mecha passed by, it stepped on the Mecha and crushed it into scrap metal.

The powerful combat effectiveness of the Bandit Army Mecha Team was brought into full play.

These Mechanical Gods and Commanders were born for such attacks. Amidst the chaotic enemy Mecha Group, they moved like fish in water. Not only did this battle allow them to gain a deeper understanding of Mecha Martial Arts, but it also honed their coordination to become more skillful.

”Long live Satan!” The chubby Green Mecha, like a shell dropped into the water, fell into the group of Red Mechas.

Fatty started playing the shaman. He jumped up and down.

Seize the moment to strike when they’re down. Beat the drowning dog. These have always been Fatty’s personal maxims. As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will go crooked; Fatty decided to set a good example.

Using the magnetic instrument, he tripped three Mechas, and then Fatty shot across the ground and kicked one Gust under its groin, then reversed with a hand chop and cut off another Gust’s head. After parrying the attack from the enemy behind, he smoothly swooped into the arms of a Mecha in front; when they parted, a maintenance robotic arm below his crotch swung around the opponent’s piece of equipment...

As these Mechas fell to the ground amidst electric sparks, the Ranger piloted by Fatty had already dashed between other Gusts. Fists, elbows, shoulders, knees, legs, these parts were needless to say, even the relatively fragile head was utilized by him. The most incredible were the Mecha’s buttocks, abdomen, and the wicked mechanical maintenance arm hidden under the groin... swung like a windmill. Any Red Mecha touched by it either died or got injured.

The bandit army elites behind him were completely convinced..... This fighting style, with the entire body as a weapon and rolling on the ground to be invincible, was simply an art. They knew that a strong clamping device was installed on both sides of the Mecha’s buttocks, and they also knew that a maintenance robotic arm was hidden under the Mecha’s groin.

What they didn’t know is that such things could be so lascivious and powerful in battle. They could only be described as divine artifacts.

The most artistic was Fatty’s elusive and insidious movement.

No matter how many enemies there were around, no matter where the enemies were, or what their posture was, he could always appear behind the least-prepared Mecha.

A solid whack.

Turn around, slide step, and another solid whack.

Watching this demon deliver solid whacks was simply a pleasure. His linkage of these moves was even more precise than the top snooker player’s position play. One solid whack after another, it flowed like running water, continuous.

And during the action, the trip move under the feet of Ranger 01 had already reached a state of extreme perfection continuously emerging. Whoever got close to him would be tripped. Invisible magnetism, tangible mechanical legs... those ordinary Mechanical Warriors with hand speeds of only twenty or thirty movements per second, had no strength to fight back in front of him, feeling utterly stifled to tears.

Weii Jianshan, who had been following Fatty all along, watched with twitching corners of his eyes.

Only now did he understand how considerate it was when Fatty generously let him feel at ease to touch.

If at that time he wanted to test insidious Mecha attack methods on himself.... Weii Jianshan refused to imagine.

Facing such a professional insidious type Mechanical Warrior in a duel was a professional tragic sorrow for all Mech Knights. You completely cannot understand how a big and brawny Martial Expert bullying a kindergarten child and even excitedly using moves like Monkey Stealing Peach is so low.

But what was helpless was, Fatty clearly seemed completely oblivious to anything regarding morals or Knight spirit. Moreover, according to Weii Jianshan’s observation, this obliviousness was highly infectious. Just by looking at the increasingly insidious moves of other Mechanical Warriors, it could be known that once this obliviousness spread, it would be terrifying.

Fatty continued to be oblivious, continued to delightfully howl ”Long live Lord Satan,” and greeted the enemy with the dirtiest moves. Behind him, the mimicry show of forty-nine bandit soldiers became increasingly skillful.

The Blood Shadow Mecha Company repeatedly organized defenses in vain, and were repeatedly split open and wiped out by the penetrating Green Mechas. When some Red Mechas began to disobey orders and scatter around to flee, the entire team collapsed completely.

Morale, in another term, is the collective gall.

In the war of life and death, this intangible and untouchable thing can affect the entire battle situation.

With morale, you can win against the strong with the weak, even singing all the way, winning every battle, until the war is won.

And once you lose your courage, the result is naturally the opposite.

In many historical battles, miracles often occurred where a squad of soldiers captured a battalion or even a regiment. There are also scenes of one person chasing a group.

The occurrence of such situations is simply because many people felt that the situation was hopeless, collectively lost courage, dared not, and did not want to make senseless resistance again.

And when the two Blood Shadow Mecha Companies began to retreat, this scene appeared again.

The Blood Shadow Mecha Soldiers, already exhausted from being maneuvered back and forth, had their morale drop to the lowest point. The whole team was filled with suspicion, anger, complaints, and fatigue. With these negative emotions, they would never be brave warriors. This was exactly the result Fatty wanted.

And once these people receive a blow beyond their bearing capacity, the negative emotions will become increasingly negative. They will doubt every command of their officers, fear the ferocious attack of the enemy, think it is not worthy of sacrificing their lives here for nothing! They will find countless excuses to disengage from the battle.

A defeated army collapses like a mountain falling; this is an undeniable truth of war. Even if, at this time, their officers made a correct response, it could not stop this overwhelming trend of decline.

Sedep and a few other Mech Knights who had not participated in the battle left. They had long planned to detach from this organization, and now was an opportunity. They each dispersed and left quietly, no farewells, each not saying where they were going.

Before leaving, Sedep glanced at the time. At 3:30 in the afternoon, in the low ruins of the Evgreen District, the Blood Shadow Mecha Group’s Second Battalion’s First Company and Second Company had their designations erased. He witnessed this moment.

Those fifty Green Mechas completed another hunt. The Northern Alliance’s line had a big hole!

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