() Starting from that afternoon, our mecha soldier course study officially began.

Mechas are also divided into two categories: land combat mechas and aviation mechas. The first category, as the name suggests, is a model specifically designed to replace various types of infantry for ground combat. It is slightly smaller and has low thruster output and duration, but its output

The largest, the second category is used to replace various types of fighter jets and armed helicopters. They are huge in size, have amazing armor protection and firepower, and have extremely powerful output power. However, due to the complex craftsmanship and high cost, even the Allied Forces and the Treaty Forces

Even a behemoth cannot be fully equipped.

However, as junior students, there is no need for the type of mecha soldiers yet. Everyone is mixed into the same class and takes the big class just like the first year of college.

The course is far less relaxed than we imagined. Our classroom is set up in a large classroom alone. As soon as we enter, two security guards say it is for confidentiality. Everyone's laptops, PCP (personal control system), and even everything else except the brain can be

All things used for memory were confiscated before entry was allowed.

The lecturer was Lieutenant Colonel Durov, a stereotypical soldier over forty years old. The deepest impression he left on me was that he spoke no more than ten sentences in a class, and quickly wrote "ant" on the virtual screen with a laser pointer.

The dense mathematical formulas and conceptual points were connected to each other in one stroke, and all the records were erased with a click of the switch on the pen. The speed was unheard of, and the knowledge was an unheard of brand new thing. In less than ten minutes,

We obviously feel like our brains are a little short-circuited.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, can you slow down a little?"

Mr. Qian, who was stunned after hearing this, raised his hand and said.

But the other party just glanced at him coldly and uttered a sentence clearly.

"No, please develop your brain as much as possible, Mr. Yang Mu."

So throughout the whole class, everyone was frantically struggling with their "brain development". As a result, they often listened to what was in front of them and failed to care about what was behind them, and they were all in a hurry.

"Nima, I'm going to die. What's that 'tampering control system'? It's so magical."

After class, the madman painfully recalled the vague classroom knowledge, and then banged his head on the table board, causing a dent in the stainless steel tabletop. This guy also had a good character in school, and he would become depressed when he was depressed.

Crazy nonsense.

But no one laughed at him at the time.

"...No, actually that is the 'sensor control system'. Speaking of which, Dumb, you still have a few percent of your memory."

I suddenly felt that my head was craving for the desk, so before I killed myself, I quickly stopped asking my roommate who was sitting aside and tidying up his stationery.

Dumb frowned, looking troubled. I felt cold at that time. Even this guy had this expression, and his relationship was really out of control this time.

"About 50%." Dumb said.

My heart started to heat up again. It didn't matter if I lost half of it, because there was still a great person in the class. This time, before I could ask a question, the tough guy in the front row raised his voice and yelled at the top student in the first row,

"Hey, Lao Kong, how much have you remembered?"

Within a second, the ever-calm voice of the top student came from the front row.

"Sorry, only 50%."

"Good shot, I've got a lot of luck now!"

Survival came from desperate situation, and everyone cheered. At this moment, someone didn't know who shouted.

"No, it's almost time for homework!"

By the way, the end of get out of class at the Kutuzov Military Academy is five minutes, which is just enough to go to the toilet. Being one minute late often means that your passing grade in the class will be gone forever.

Just hearing the "crash" sound of a whole table and chairs turning over, a group of rabbits rushed out of the teaching building at a speed faster than migrating wildebeests, jumping and jumping in one breath in the surprised eyes of the furry bears coming and going.

After rolling down the ninth floor, I finally made it to the training ground one second before the bell rang.

Then we saw the [Mosin 3] primary trainer mecha there.

With a height of 10.3 meters, a broad body, thick mechanical arms and curved armor, a bubble-shaped cockpit at the top that shines in the sun, and six gas nozzles protected by armor plates up to two centimeters thick, even if it is standing upright

It still contains this huge deterrent, and it seems that as soon as it is activated, it can detonate the mechanical violence in the machine that destroys everything.

Although there is still a big gap between it and the combat mecha, I feel that my thinking and vision were taken away by this thing in an instant, and I believe that the same is true for others.

I think I have to fly it.

There are seven or eight of these mechas in the training ground. A group of five or six Mao Xiong students take turns operating around a machine. They seem to be from the same class. A large group of people like us are surrounding one machine.

The Taiwan version can be said to be very eye-catching.

"Fuck, what are you doing over there? Come on up!"

A huge bear head poked out from the open cockpit and spat at us. Only then did everyone realize that they were training and not visiting a mecha model.

As our boss, Tieniu took the lead and was the first to muster up the courage to climb up the three-story elevator. His former instructor held the line behind him and could wrest control from the busy rookies when necessary.

, this program looks no different from the training aircraft or training vehicles of the old century.

We pushed to a safe area fifty meters away and raised our heads to watch at a 45-degree angle. However, judging from the instructor's mouth opening wider and wider and the Iron Bull's head getting lower and lower, almost hanging on the console, the entire process was

It didn't go well.

After a while, Tien Niu was put down dejectedly, and then he climbed up with his big head tremblingly. Then there was another bloody ending where he was scolded, and we watched with horror.

Soon, it was my turn according to my student number. The madmen and the macho men took turns sighing and patting my shoulders, indicating that I was on my way, and they stopped sending me off.

I was frightened and pulled the old and creaking elevator up to the hatch. Halfway through, my foot slipped on a steel pipe that was worn away and almost fell off. It was in the back row.

The instructor was surprisingly quick. He grabbed me like an eagle catching a chicken and threw me directly into the cockpit.

I was so frightened that I collapsed on the seat and gasped, while the instructor, Mao Xiong, looked impatient and disdainful.

"Damn it, if something big happens, you'll be scared like this. If you want to play, hurry up and don't waste my time."

of course yes.

Not knowing where the strength came from, I immediately struggled to get up and began to search hard for the steering wheel or control lever. As a result, I saw nothing except a bunch of instruments and monitors in front of me.

What's happening here?

"Where are your eyes? They are on both sides of you!"

After the instructor scolded me, I discovered that there were two joysticks about fifty centimeters apart on each side of the cockpit, similar to those of an old-fashioned car shifter.

Holding those two things, I felt a little more at ease. I followed my habit of driving and tried the pedals with the soles of my feet. As a result, I got scolded from the back seat again.

"You're looking for death, you idiot. Look at the pedal clearly before you step on it."

When I took a closer look, I discovered that there were four unexpected pedals under my feet. Not to mention the two extra pedals with unknown meanings, the mecha didn't look like it could use an old-fashioned thing like a clutch.

Then the instructor cursed and began to explain, pointing out the nozzles corresponding to these pedals. Then I realized that these were the controllers of the pedals. Although he said this, I still vaguely felt that something was wrong, so I had to keep my head down and follow the steps.

The instructor explained and slowly explored the various major controllers.

Sure enough, just as Captain Hu said, this is something completely different from ordinary machinery or even weapons.

I originally thought that I would do a simulation today, but who knew that after explaining the general operation process, the instructor took a breath and leaned back in the chair, and gave even more outrageous instructions in a calm tone.

"Fly?"

"What?"

I was so scared at first that I almost jumped out without opening the hatch cover, but after I was over, I felt an extremely exciting feeling of excitement that was like lighting a fuse from the bottom of my heart.

"I said, fly up, hurry up!"

The instructor roared at the top of his lungs and sprayed the back of my head with spittle, but I didn't hear it and didn't feel uncomfortable. At that time, my brain was completely shocked by the strong excitement, and I turned on this big guy weighing thirteen tons.

Enthusiasm completely transcends all other ideas.

He pressed the switch abruptly to light up the instrument panels in the cockpit one by one, pushed down the unlocking handle to open the joint lock, and finally swallowed hard while holding the operating handles on both sides and pushed them down to the end, injecting fuel evenly, and then obviously

What I could feel was that the entire cockpit, oh, or the body of the aircraft was shaking a little. I guess it was almost done, so I started to pull back the control lever. At this time, the control lever seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, and it took a lot of strength to pull it.

Pull it up little by little.

Along with the loud noise from the nozzle, a suction force penetrated my whole body, almost pulling all the blood from my upper body to my lower body. My field of vision began to rise. Because of the position of the cockpit, this process even made people feel like they were flying into the air.

Illusion, this illusion is often recalled by the brothers in the teaching group. Some people find it scary, while others feel nervous.

I feel excited, very excited.

Just four or five days ago, I was just huddled in the armored train admiring its majestic appearance, and now I actually drove this thing with my own hands!

Thump thump thump, that's the feeling of heartbeat.

Thump thump thump, that's the feeling of excitement.

I didn’t do any complicated tactical moves that day, I just circled a few times at low altitude. To be honest, except for a few pedals, which were a little hectic at first and I couldn’t control the margin, there were no major problems. I just felt that the flying movements were not smooth.

It was too stiff, like a large model, with no sense of fluidity at all. Later, I spent a lot of effort debugging it to make the movement a little smoother, but it was still very uncomfortable at that time.

What's a little strange is that instructor Mao Xiong didn't scold me again during the whole process, but remained silent as if he was asleep. Because he was busy competing with a bunch of instruments, I didn't have time to look at his expression.

After a while, the instructor Mao Xiong issued the return command. I followed the procedure he told me to reduce the engine output, adjust the attitude of the body, and slowly lower the height of the body. Not long after, I heard the friction between the special alloy of the mecha's lower limbs and the ground.

There was a "squeaking" sound, and I quickly looked for traces of another component.

But…….

But where are the brakes? I drew up the brakes, but now they are bent. How can I stop them?

[Mosin 3] slid out quickly along the runway. The buildings on both sides flashed past the sides of the cockpit as if in fast forward. The furry bears that were training along the way became a mess, and they were in a panic.

Avoid this crazy armored beast.

"Use the front nozzle, use the front nozzle to slow down the idiot!"

Instructor Mao Xiong was also so frightened that he screamed, oh, he must have roared, and hit me on the head with his fists as hard as he could.

I'm going, you told me earlier!

I pulled up the joystick suddenly and stepped on the third pedal at the same time. I heard a loud "boom" and my whole body was pressed into the seat by the huge inertia, and my field of vision rotated 360 degrees.

, my vision went dark and I didn’t know anything anymore.

"Stupid... idiot, your movements are too big."

These were the last words I heard before I passed out.
Chapter completed!