Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1217: Chapter 3-25: The Blade That Breaks the Net!

The sound of battle in the valley basin shook the heavens.

”Go, keep heading west!” In the billowing smoke, Fatty shouted with all his might.

The sound from the mecha’s amplifier was drowned out by explosions splashing like water flowers. Energy bullets, like meteors, slammed into the ground, exploding among the desperately running Chuckna soldiers. Even though the entire formation was completely dispersed, each energy bullet still took the lives of several warriors.

The entire basin was enveloped in endless artillery smoke. The earth trembled, and flames shot up to the sky. Dirt, thrown into the air by the shockwaves, rained down. Broken limbs spun and flew off in all directions. Flesh and blood poured down like rain, turning the entire world blood-red.

”Kill!” Fatty, with reddened eyes, leaped forward. Using his fingers as a blade, he suddenly slashed upward. A Jiepeng Fushan Mecha heading towards him was lifted high into the air and then shattered into pieces by a punch to the hip joint.

Originally a mechanic, Fatty was intimately familiar with the weak points of mecha construction. Combined with unrivaled mecha martial arts and a hand speed of up to seventy-three actions per second, destroying an ordinary mecha was as easy as killing a chicken. Debris and blood rained down everywhere; this punch was overwhelmingly fierce, exuding a murderous aura that shot straight into the sky!

The dozens of Jiepeng Mechanical Warriors charging toward him came to a sudden halt.

As humans, they felt fear. In the face of life and death, hesitation was inevitable. This punch struck directly at the heart of the Jiepeng Mechanics. Despite their battle-hardened experiences, they had never realized their mecha could be so fragile. In shock, they instinctively pulled back on their control levers, retreating from the front line!

While they stopped, Fatty did not. Seizing the moment’s hesitation, his mecha charged into the mecha group like a flash.

The rolling steel tide seemed to have a gap cleaved into it. Countless wrecks soared amidst explosions, and numerous mechas fell around Fatty.

Behind him were nine equally swift meteors.

Nine warriors had unleashed their full power. The Spirit Cats they piloted transformed into tigers leaping into a flock of sheep. Their punches and kicks smashed through the air. Mecha after mecha fell before them, their momentum unstoppable! Ten mechas stood firm against the overwhelming Jiepeng Armored Iron Flow, unyielding.

However, the enemy’s numbers were just too many. This wasn’t a meticulously planned ambush on a mountain road; it was a head-on collision on open ground. The confrontation was direct and forceful, without embellishment!

Countless Jiepeng Mechas surged forward like waves.

From above, the small basin in the valley looked like it had been splashed with a bowl of ink. Black torrents rolled eastward from the west, the light of energy cannons crisscrossing like a dense fishing net. Numerous mushroom clouds rose to the sky, with countless soldiers firing, running, and falling amidst columns of smoke and mud.

When the Jiepeng Armored Camp’s vanguard was tightly blocked, the mechas behind swiftly expanded to the flanks, pressing forward at high speed. Amidst the flying dust, the massive rectangular formation morphed into an irregular trident shape with three constantly surging arrowheads.

The steel frenzy madly assaulted the defensive line formed by ten red mechas.

Among the mass of black mechas, the ten mechas were like ten bobbing little boats, and no one knew when these boats would be swallowed by the giant waves.

”The right side, block them.”

As the enemy’s right-wing attack arrow was about to cross the horizontal line and pierce into the horizontally running infantry ranks behind, Fatty roared wildly, leading nine mechanical warriors in a frenzied rush to the right.

Behind them, Markovich’s first platoon and Anthony’s second platoon swung counterclockwise like two pendulums, centered on the ten mechas at the front.

All the warriors could do was fire, continuously fire. They formed a circular defensive formation, providing cover for companions whose energy shields had turned red. They provided fire support for the ten mechas in front.

Behind them was the third line of defense formed by six heavy mechas and ten medium-sized mechas.

These mobile fire fortresses stood firmly in front of the infantry ranks. Every energy cannon, machine gun, and missile launcher on their massive and heavy mecha bodies was fully opened.

”Charge up! Go for it!” A Jiepeng Company Commander shouted furiously within the mecha group.

However, despite the frenzied forward surge of the troops, they could never break through the line of ten mechas. One after another, Jiepeng Mechas were shot down and destroyed, like snowballs rolling into erupting molten lava, vaporized and evaporated.

”Flank them!” the Jiepeng Company Commander urged frantically, ”Go around them and encircle them.”

Dozens of mechas quickly followed his orders.

These mechas broke away from the main formation, circled around in a large arc, and plunged directly into the rear of the moving Chuckna soldiers’ ranks. They were like dozens of hunting lions chasing after a herd of migrating antelopes.

”First platoon! Fire interception.” Fatty swung a Spirit Cat, knocking over two Fushans, soaring into the air, and lunged at the dozens of flanking Jiepeng Mechas: ”Meng Xun, Weiseler, come with me!”

As Markovich directed the first platoon’s fire to block the flanking Jiepeng Mechas, three red meteors also crashed into the mecha group.