Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1302: Chapter 53: Strangulation_2

The swarm of Black Mecha surged forward, attempting to charge into the tail formation of the frantically fleeing Red Mecha Group.

Suddenly, two White Mecha, like two lightning-fast pale ghosts, shot out from the tail of the Red Mecha Group and plunged into the Black Mecha swarm.

The sound of metal collision abruptly roared. Moments later, as the two White Mecha leaped back into the Red Mecha Group, four massive fireballs erupted and burned in the rampaging black metal wave. The fireballs cast a crimson glow over the dark jungle. Moments later, two successive explosions resonated in the valley, earth-shattering.

The tragic fate of their comrades did not make the Black Mecha retreat in the slightest.

One after another, the Black Mecha pressed forward silently and resolutely, their fierce posture akin to a pride of famished lions hunting after a herd of buffaloes. No matter the cost, they wouldn’t let their prey escape.

The three White Mechas were already covered with marks of bombardment, as the Red Mecha, fleeing like a herd of deer, fell behind one by one in battle, dropping.

No one could save them; once they fell behind and got engulfed by the black onslaught behind, it was a dead end.

The Red Mecha Group was closing in on the mouth of the gorge, with the Jiepeng Mecha in the encircling flanks nearing entrapment. Both sides were accelerating, and the battle became increasingly brutal. One side desperately lunged forward, while the other struggled fiercely to fend off and flee.

Jiepeng 2nd Armored Division’s deputy commander, Major General Sablin, drove an [Anubis], racing along the forest edge up a small slope, while catching glimpses of white figures through the forest gaps ahead.

Sablin swore that, as a Level 9 Mecha Warrior with extreme hand speed of fifty-five moves per second, apart from the few Mecha Gods in the Empire countable on one’s fingers, these three White Mecha were the most terrifying Mechanical Warriors he’d seen. And the Chuckna Mecha Warriors they led were also the most desperate he’d witnessed.

In the short pursuit over a few kilometers, eleven Mecha had already fallen from the Chuckna Armored Battalion ahead.

Most warriors in these eleven Mechas had turned to char in the burning exploded Mecha, and those trapped and delayed fought to their ends or committed suicide after losing all combat capabilities.

What were they aiming for, was this a deliberate lure, or a sudden encounter? Where exactly was their main force?

As the trees outside the mecha cockpit swept past like the wind, thoughts rushed through Sablin’s mind.

Sablin could tell that although these Chuckna Warriors had some novel and deadly close-combat moves, they were ordinary Mechanical Warriors.

The truly formidable ones were those three White Mecha.

Before Blade Camp arrived in the battle zone, the outer Second Battalion had already lost ten reconnaissance teams, while the opponent had only lost one Mecha. In this entire pursuit, the opponent lost eleven Mechas, yet the Blade Camp, the crème de la crème of the Second Armored Division, lost over thirty Mechas. Most of them were destroyed by those three White Mecha!

The more Sablin watched and pursued, the more alarmed he felt. Blade Camp, composed entirely of Level 8 and 9 Mecha warriors with an average hand speed of forty-three moves, stood no chance against these three Mechas.

What were these Mechas, and just how fast were these warriors?!

Fortunately, there were only three of them.

Sablin had long heard of the Twelfth Generation Mecha from the Binart Empire. Stories of the Mechas called [Judger] showcasing their might at the Ryan Battlefield had become legendary among Jiepeng Mechanics. This time, upon the Empire’s defense request, assistance from those legendary Super Mechas from the Binart Empire was requested.

Given the combat traits and performance heard of from those Mechas, the better Sablin saw these three White Mecha, the faster his heart raced!

Whether it’s the astonishing instant launch speed or their super defense and attack power, these three Mecha were beyond the scope of ordinary Mechas. As a Jiepeng Major General with access to critical intelligence, Sablin hadn’t even heard of these Mechas; their performance was stronger than the Anubis he drove.

A Mecha never seen nor heard of, stronger even than Eleventh Generation Mechas—did he need any more answers on what they were?!

This was the Fei Alliance’s latest Twelfth Generation Mecha!

Capturing even one would be as significant and rewarding as winning a large-scale battle.

Fear and anticipation intertwined in Sablin’s heart, a sensation hard to express. Obstinately persistent, one thought emerged—catch them, no matter what, catch them!

The Jiepeng Mechanics in the encircling flanks were very close to the vanguard of the Red Mecha Group now. Two of the three White Mecha were forced out from the tail formation, charging at least eight hundred kilometers per hour into the flanks of the Red Mecha Group, each leading over a dozen Red Mecha to flank and block the encirclement from the Jiepeng flanking Mechas.

The ground quaked under the Mechas’ steps.

Hundreds of Mechas raced across the slope, plain, and forest swiftly. In the blink of an eye, the encircling wing Mechas collided fiercely with the Red Mecha Group led by the two White Mechas.