Compared with his brother, who has been busy for half a year, and the whole person is not good, Bai Mao can be described as having a comfortable life.

The muscles have been rehabilitated, and the quality may be worse than before, but the difference is not very large, and the weight has even increased compared to before the war. As for the damage to the internal organs, only time can be solved, especially the loss of the spleen and half of the liver, which is almost irreversible. A short burst is not much different from the peak period, but after a long time, such as more than 10 minutes of full output, the feeling of being unable to do so will hit like a mountain of seas.

Neurological damage is not insurmountable, it is a process of rediscovering one's body. Although there is still neuralgia when exerting force, the familiar process is always painful, just like changing to a new body.

Poor health has become a universal excuse for Ilan to avoid official duties these days, and although Lelouch can see it, he can't do anything about him.

With the addition of the members of the Gao Su zhì team and the return of the old members, the Black Knights can now complete almost all daily affairs independently, as well as the selection of new blood. Unless it is a matter of decision-making, the opinion of the chief and deputy commanders is rarely required.

In fact, the current situation is exactly the opposite of what was advertised to the outside world at the beginning.

Theoretically, ZERO cannot interfere in Japan's political affairs -- how can the government of a democratic country be led by military personnel? What's more, he is still the head of the "civilian armed forces" who is not even a soldier. ZERO's dominance is confined to the Black Knights, an NGO.

But the fact is that the current Japanese Diet is almost a hall of ZERO. A dictator spoke above, and five hundred fanatics applauded below. On the other hand, the Black Knights have some big bosses who don't love the second boss, and they have the taste of self-reliance.

However, the two of them were not at all worried about the split of the armed forces with the leadership.

ZERO's dominance is absolute. At present, it seems that unless the chief and deputy commanders die violently at the same time, and there is a principled difference of opinion among the top leaders, the possibility of the Black Knights breaking away from the ZERO control is almost zero.

In this way, under the manipulation of that black figure, post-war Japan recovered at an astonishing speed.

Kyoto's technology was distributed among more than a dozen state-supported key enterprises, which were then further contracted by these enterprises, and hundreds of large and small factories began to operate in line with the principle of military industry first and civilian use first. With the assistance of federal industry and construction machinery, the post-war reconstruction of the civilian sector was also carried out effectively. Sitting on Mt. Fuji, a treasure full of hard currency such as cherry stones, Japan is theoretically the richest country in the world. Under the shrewd operation of ZERO, the essence of state capitalism is brought into full play.

Speaking of the Japanese, Ilan was once again deeply shocked by the ethnic nature of this race.

If you want to talk about cowardice, then you can't explain the millions of civilian kamikaze in the Ten Day War. If you want to be brave, you can't find a trace of blood on the faces of those who bow when they meet and answer a qiē question with a "yes". It is a subtle kind of "atmosphere", perhaps it is more accurate to describe it as "atmosphere", in the current situation of low-end large-scale industrial production, these people endure the scorching heat of molten steel, backward production conditions, smell, dirt, and treat every workpiece with such seriousness that it is almost unreasonable. Even with such primitive production equipment, they can achieve the extreme quality that the conditions allow, and there are very few defective products.

If a worker shows fatigue, as long as the worker next to him mentions "Japan" and "Yamato" a little, then the buddy will immediately say, "Sato-kun is right, I have to cheer up!" "Something like that, it's a bit of introspection. If ZERO's name is accidentally mentioned again, then the buddy will have to take out an apology posture and kneel there with tears streaming down his face, and put himself into work with red eyes and 300 percent effort.

They love ZERO, and they are willing to die for that helmet man, not just out of gratitude, but for the most fundamental reason, but because of ZERO's "strength".

They don't really have any interest in democracy.

What they want most is an absolutely powerful king, a hero, a perfect personality, wise and powerful, invincible; It would be a privilege to think for them, to make decisions for them, to lead them to strength, and to need their lives as a cornerstone in the process.

"It's like an ant!"

Ilan finished his long study on national character, nodded contentedly, and waited for a response from the audience.

"Your Highness's remarks are really incisive!"

Lloyd's smiling eyes were all gone, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, stepped on a ladder, and continued to secure Ilan to a huge humanoid metal frame with the help of Cecil.

The layman was afraid to be confused when he saw it, but the KMF R&D personnel could understand it at a glance - it was a knightmare's endoskeleton, and the white hair tied to it with open arms was very much like the crucifixion of the Holy Son.

This is the exclusive body designed by Lloyd under the coercion and temptation of white hair.

It is still in the early stages of development, and many parts of the body are only theoretical. But even so, this scene in front of him is enough to shatter the glasses of military scientists all over the world.

Built-in cockpit!

The upright driving system allows the driver to stand on the belly of the knightmare, and the sensing elements fixed to the driver's whole body are responsible for capturing all the driver's movements and reflecting them on the body.

The system has only been preliminarily completed with the right hand, where Ilan's right hand is encased in a metal brace that fits snugly, like a fixation device used in the event of a fracture. The fingers are more detailed, with a metal ring on each phalanx of each finger, each of which leads to an extremely thin line that is bundled on the back of the hand, leading to the arm and leading to the back, and into the bus.

"So, Mr. Asbrud, what do you think?"

"Huh?"

"Japanese, what do you think of them?"

Ilan shrugged, but he didn't expect this action to cause a reaction from the testing machine behind him, and the electronic muscles faithfully restored the master's movements.

In this way, the world's first shrugging machine was born!

"As a person? As a folk clan? Or as a social part? Lloyd somehow remembered Suzaku and smiled bitterly.

"As a person?" Yilan heard that the other party seemed to have a high opinion, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Numb, blind, stereotyped, inflexible. The character is extreme, there is no middle point between meekness and rage, between cowardice and brute courage. And these two extremes, no matter which point they appear, are extremely unwise, enough to lead the individual to ruin. ”

"It seems like a paradox, the Yamato people seem to have higher IQs than most races, even the pure-bred Britannians." Ilan touched his chin with his other hand.

"As His Highness said, 'the wisdom of ants.'" Lloyd was still squinting at the threads. "Strictly speaking, ants don't have brains, only the supraesophageal neurospheres and the inferior esophageal neurospheres, and the single digit number of nerve cells is simply not enough to make them 'conscious'. Ants, on the other hand, are one of the most evolutionarily successful creatures, capable of many complex operations that no intelligent organism, including orangutans, can do. Building bridges, paving roads, dividing labor, and preserving the continuation of the population by one qiē means. All of this qiē behavior is encoded by a genetic arrangement. Ants are like primitive computers, with a set of extremely simple and effective programs in them, which, although they seem to be only a few transistors, are enough to cope with the situation of the natural world. ”

"So the wisdom of the Japanese is embodied in the whole race?"

The white-haired thirsty demeanor was slightly satisfied with Lloyd's vanity, and his demeanor was more relaxed.

How did he know that the reason why Ilan was so engrossed was not because of the other party's theory, but simply "How many years have someone finally talked to me!" "The joy.

"But they lacked the core elements of being an ant colony・・・・・・ ever."

"The queen ant?" Elan knows.

"It is ZERO, as the queen ant, that activates the biological coding of this population. Today's Japan is the strongest in the world in terms of nationality. Whether it is efficiency, centripetal force, dedication, and sacrifice, no one can match it among the nations of the world. ”

"In other words, I got the lottery?" Ilan asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Yes, as a social part, the Japanese are the strongest."

I don't know how Suzaku will feel when he hears this comment.

"Britannia?" Ilan asked again.

"Arrogance." Lloyd replied without thinking. "But sometimes arrogance can also be the driving force of a nation."

"Federal?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I don't know much. But if I have to say it・・・・・・ this is a dynasty that should theoretically not have zài. It doesn't make sense that a nation with a strong grassroots character has been ruled by a court that is extremely corrupt. ”

Lloyd frowned imperceptibly and continued to work on his face.

"Alright, Your Highness." Lloyd let out a long sigh and slowly climbed down the ladder. "Please give it a try."

Yilan twisted his shoulders sharply, and there was a sound of metal rubbing behind him, and the skeleton movements seemed a little jerky, just learned a rough idea. Ilan turned her head to look behind her in confusion.

"Your Highness, the layout of the bones and electronic muscles is not the same as that of the human body, and the arm part has abandoned nine ineffective muscles, and some movements cannot be fed." Lloyd reminded loudly.

This guy is a typical type who is unwilling to speak but is very honest in body, and when he was coerced to develop his body at the beginning, he had a posture that a yellow flower girl official didn't want, and he just cried pear blossoms with rain. But now that I see my work taking shape, I can't hide the excitement on my face anyway.

"Why ?!!" As if he had been stabbed, Ilan's eyes widened and he looked at Lloyd in disbelief. "Who said those muscles didn't work?!! Plus go add add go go add go Add it to me!! ”

"Ergonomically speaking, the human body didn't evolve to fight. My design is better suited to the battlefield! ”

When it comes to the professional field, Lloyd doesn't back down. It is clearly written in his eyes -- you are a layman who understands flowers.

"You know a flower! The taste of punching becomes a little more powerful, and the power will be reduced by 30%, you know? Isn't this just a pure iron-on-iron brutality? Do you know the difference between 'force' and 'strength'? ”

"In other words, it's all about mechanics."

"So what's the point of this design?! It was not easy to make the most bionic KMF, but in the end it was just a built-in cockpit. ”

"It's impossible to restore 100% of the human anatomy. No, it should be said stupid. Okay, Your Highness, move your fingers. Lloyd said in an indistinguishable tone, taking the sketchbook from Cecil's hand to take notes.

Ilan raised his hand in front of him in a sullen manner, and his right arm behind him raised his hand in front of his head, which was not yet there.

Move the fingers in turn, buckle with the thumb in turn, and then move quickly, and the subtle mechanical sound proves that the manipulator's movement is very smooth.

Lloyd threw himself into the experiment, taking notes and reciting words.

"Well, the degree of reproduction of the movement is not basically okay, and there is no problem with the smooth process・・・・・・ the problem is that the action is delayed... within 0.2 seconds, but it still has to be solved. If you use a domestic rectifier system, it can be guaranteed to be within 0.05 seconds..."

"0.05 seconds is also very strict, okay, maybe you'll die." Ilan couldn't help but interject.

"There will definitely be delays, and we can only try to keep them within the tolerance range. Using the federal rectifier... No, no, no, then the only way to do this is to abandon the simple mechanical simulation and extract the current signal of the human body... This makes it possible to infinitely close to zero latency! ”

"Huh?" Ilan, a layman, decisively didn't understand.

"Tong guò links the bioelectric current with the starting current of the electronic muscle, giving the electronic muscle a starting signal to achieve an instantaneous response. However, the simple biocurrent is not stable, so after the start signal, I still have to rely on mechanical simulation to make subtle motion adjustments... That's right, I'm a genius, and I'm really a genius・・・・・・

Lloyd was completely in mad scientist mode, muttering to himself as he ran to the computer and banged, leaving Ilan aside.

Bai Mao looked around, saw that there was no one to help, and finally could only look at Cecil in embarrassment.

The beautiful woman empathetically pushed the ladder over and helped Elan untie it.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Cecil whispered. "Mr. Lloyd is like that, he didn't mean to go against His Highness."

"Why, I admire principled people, uh, I don't know much about it, but does it take a lot of stitches to extract bioelectricity?" Ilan grinned.

"That was in the last century, and now you can do it by sticking the original sensor on your body. In the future, it can also be integrated with the driver's suit, and only one bus is required to connect with the mechanic. Cecil patiently explained.

The idea of a built-in cockpit was actually proposed by Ilan.

No matter how human-like Knightmare is, the mere fact that he carries a large iron coffin behind him completely destroys the structure of the human body. The physical center of gravity is behind the waist of the plane, and the point below the cockpit is 108,000 miles away from the umbilicus of the human body. In the eyes of ordinary drivers, it may not be tight, but for Yilan, this is a seal, which restricts almost all of his physical skills.

So he tried to talk to Lloyd about the idea, to carry out the bionic to the end, and to put the cockpit in his belly without sacrificing safety, that is, disengaging from the device. Unexpectedly, instead of thinking he was crazy, Royd told Sù Elan that one of Knightmare's first prototypes was built-in. However, due to the fact that the protective performance was too tragic, the driver and the bullet were separated by a layer of belly, and the height was too hateful, so he had to give up. But theoretically, its handling performance is far superior to that of the later coffin type.

When the white hair heard this, his heart was overjoyed, and he rolled on the ground to let Lloyd make it.

Lloyd staged a trilogy of good families, first don't don't want me, then don't force me, and now I can't stop, fully interpreting his tangled mental journey.

The final product is 70 centimeters to 1 meter higher than the existing knightmare, in order to ensure the space in the abdominal cavity of the body. Finally, it was barely stuck within the law that "a weapon is a target if it is higher than six meters".

But even then, the upright cockpit didn't have enough space for the driver to let go of his arms, so he had to use a compromise of motion capture and signal amplification.

Details such as the head and neck, fingers, are reflected on the mechanics on a one-to-one basis. For large items such as arms and legs, the action is enlarged according to one to three.

In terms of weight, it is striking that due to the discarded turtle shell and the elongation of the body, this guy who is two heads taller than the standard knightmare is even fifteen percent lighter than Sunderland.

This means a more powerful thrust-to-weight ratio, speed comparable to Lancelot's, and extremely fragile armor. These extreme attributes are the result of the constant struggle against Lloyd.

Unleashed, Elan jumped back to the ground, standing beside Cecil with her chin dragging and looking up at her future car, a satisfied smile on her cheeks.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of that Glasgow, and I was a little melancholy.

Originally, it was planned to be repaired as a memorial, but the damage in the final battle was too severe, and if you want to repair it, you have to give up unless you replace all the parts of your body.

The final destination of this guy was to make a statue in the center of the newly built mass grave at the foot of Mt. Fuji.

It still retains its last jump. The only remaining arm was raised, five fingers probing into the sky, and the head was tilted back, as if begging for something above the sky, and the broken body was full of suffering and vicissitudes.

It's called "Freedom".

Glasgow, that old thing was in a sense regarded as a representative of the martyrs, and was offered by the Japanese. The last time I saw it, it was surrounded by flowers.

"I've taken it, I've broken it like that, and I'm actually fighting with me to the end・・・・・・"

"Excuse me?" Cecil didn't understand.

"Ah, nothing." Ilan came back to his senses, smiled and waved his hand, and focused his gaze on the testing machine again. "It's going to be a pretty mech, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"This time it has to be white!"

Yilan clapped his hands and nodded solemnly. I thought to myself, I would have to call someone to blacken Lancelot later, so as not to grab the sign from me.

"Pick a name, Your Highness." Cecil said suddenly.

"Hey, isn't that Mr. Asbrud's job?"

"No, it's the body of royalty after all."

"Then... Let's call Xiao Ming!"

Bai Mao smashed his fist on the palm, indicating that it was decided!

“・・・・・・”

Cecil turned his head silently.

"Little Red?"

“・・・・・・”

"Just kidding. Well, well, Britannia, Britannia・・・・・・ Britain, England, Plantagenet, well. ”

Ilan seemed to think of something and smiled.

“Saladin。”