Chapter Forty-Eight, The Sense of War
The so-called layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Ying Zheng watched it with relish, but he was not a professional and didn't want to comment.
The two mechs have their own advantages, different combat characteristics, and a variety of attack methods, Ying Zheng looked confused, and the power of one bomb and one shot was comparable to the legendary 'artifact', and she was still a little smacked.
The hand subconsciously stretched out to the side and grabbed a hand of air.
Ying Zheng turned her head to look at the spread palm, oh, she forgot, there was nothing to eat.
She has always only understood that all battles, time, place, and people are the basic elements, and in actual combat, foreknowledge and strategy are extremely important, which can make herself invincible - although she may not be able to win, but at least she will not lose.
Predicting your opponent's next move is tantamount to controlling your own lifeblood.
Calculate accurate defense and attack methods, cut off other people's back roads, and kill them.
It's a tactic she's believed in for a long time.
Strong is strong, not strong is wise.
The mecha battle in front of him looked wonderful, but Ying Zheng didn't find his own feeling.
Maybe it's because she's a 'layman'.
The light brain suddenly lit up, and Ying Zheng glanced down at it.
"At the door. ”
Such a succinct way of putting it.
Ying Zheng got up and walked out, there was indeed a figure at the door, and as she approached, she saw the person clearly.
A silver-haired young man with a cold temperament, his hands were in his coat pockets, and his eyes were slightly raised, reflecting a slightly cool light.
"I'm Yan Yi, Yuqi's friend. ”
As soon as he spoke, Ying Zheng was slightly stunned by his voice, which was familiar to him - the first person who heard movement outside the bathroom of the training center that night.
"Well, Yingzheng. ”
Ying Zheng lowered the look in his eyes, the temperament around him changed, the two of them stood together, their extraordinary appearance, the faintly lingering black oppressive atmosphere, and the feeling that no one should enter.
Yan Yi walked to a silver door, and his fingers lit up a few dots.
The door opened.
"This is the central light ladder. After the two of them entered, Yan Yi clicked between several buttons, "You can choose the area you can enter here, the black V card is free and unlimited to use, and ordinary users only need to pay a small fee to use it." ”
Ying Zheng was observing the dozens of buttons on the wall, and when he heard the sound and looked over, he could only see Yan Yi's well-defined side face, and the silver hair on his sideburns added a bit of a cold and hard man's color, and as he put his hand in his pocket again, his feet moved.
The space rotated for two weeks, and the light screen at the top of the door lit up - 'Three Star Zone N'.
Ying Zheng followed Yan Yi to find the competition venue without taking many steps, and when she entered, the mecha battle between Lu Yuqi and Qin Gang had already entered the white heat, and as soon as she stepped in, the bright white light of the extreme eyes was gorgeous.
In the field, the black and silver mecha easily dodged the powerful Gaoli laser cannon, and even flashed an afterimage, rushed out at the corner of the cannon light, slid behind the bright gold mecha, and pressed one arm on the aftershock's launch cannon, directly ran over, and the impact force caused it to bounce out, and finally stopped in another corner of the stage.
Ying Zheng's eyes widened, and he was red from the strong light.
After a long time, the muscles of the whole body relaxed.
Yan Yi withdrew his gaze on the field and glanced at Ying Zheng beside him, her expression fell into his eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he didn't say hello, he left her side straight away, and sat down in the watch seat.
The black silver mecha is obviously a medium-sized heavy mecha, and its flexibility is no better than that of the bright gold mecha, but it can use such a speed to seize the empty breath of the bright gold mecha to send out this cannon, give the opponent a gravity blow, and use the force to evacuate extremely quickly.
Compared to the duel she saw in the front court, the two were by no means on the same level.
She found that feeling of blood.
The feeling of being full of energy even if you don't sleep on the battlefield for several days and nights, under the beating of war drums, it runs through the tacit understanding between people's hearts and weapons, and the kind of unquenchable war spirit makes people want to stop.
"I want to ...... Learn mechs. ”
A gentle murmur overflowed.
Yan Yi, who was watching the seat, turned his head with feeling, glanced at the standing figure, and retracted his gaze.
At that moment, he felt a strange momentum.
Strange and familiar.