After a week of basic training, the pilot assessment came as scheduled. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The assessment is divided into two subjects: simulated combat and basic theory, and as long as one of the two is unqualified, it will be eliminated. And at least one of the two subjects must be good, otherwise they will also be eliminated.

The basic theory is to test some data that needs to be memorized by rote and some calculations that are not very complicated, which may not directly affect combat effectiveness, but are related to the pilot's battlefield endurance and survivability. Pilots are not cannon fodder, humanoid mobile suits are not big road goods, brainless pilots are absolutely unacceptable, and every qualified pilot must have combat wisdom above the level. In this assessment, Fengyu successfully passed and achieved excellent evaluation. This kind of assessment has always been difficult for him.

As for the simulated actual combat, it is slightly different from the difficulty of the pilot in the simulator. Instead, the trump card mode of reducing the difficulty is adopted, and the four modes of heads-up, melee, ship and ground are assessed separately, and the performance of the four modes is combined as the final result.

Each person's assessment is conducted individually, and they don't know each other's results. In fact, at this time, there is no competition, either all of them can pass, or no one may be qualified, and they rely entirely on their results.

Early that morning, all 13 prospective pilots arrived at the training base early, excited or apprehensive or looking forward to it.

When Captain Zou Ji called Fengyu's name, he was somewhat nervous and subconsciously turned his head to look at the expressions on other people's faces, and when he looked at Shirley, the girl gave him a confident and warm smile. At this moment, a warm current surged from his heart, calming all the uneasiness in his heart.

With his chest straightened, Fengyu strode towards the testing room.

The test room is actually a simulation cabin for humanoid mobile suits, and the hatch must be opened by scanning the battlefield recorder, and the assessment results will also be directly entered into the battlefield recorder, so there is no possibility of cheating.

After entering the simulation cabin, Fengyu fastened his seat belt as usual, activated the mobile suit and performed a system self-test, which were not available on the training simulator, but were necessary steps in the assessment. There are small pitfalls that are hidden in these steps.

"Spare hydraulic tank pressure 80% ......" an inconspicuous warning message skipped on the screen, and it is really not easy to spot if it is not for the different font color. And this warning is only a yellow warning, which belongs to the kind that can be ignored and does not affect normal driving.

Fengyu realized that this was a trap for the first time.

Don't look at the spare hydraulic tank that is idle most of the time, it will only be activated if the main hydraulic tank fails. And the main hydraulic tank is inside the fuselage, and if it is damaged in battle, then this mobile suit should almost be scrapped. However, through this week's training, Fengyu knew that the pulse excitation function of the auxiliary module would call the backup hydraulic tank to instantly increase the output of the mobile suit bionic joint. The 80% pressure of the spare hydraulic tank means that when the pilot needs the auxiliary module to save the emergency, the emergency maneuver will be delayed by about a few tenths of a second due to insufficient pressure, and the direct consequence may be the cost of life.

After figuring out the hidden crisis, Fengyu applied for body maintenance and repaired the spare hydraulic tank as soon as possible.

If it is in normal times, this repair work is a bit troublesome, and it is not easy to get it out of more than half an hour. But now it is a simulator, and after a symbolic wait of a few seconds, the system informs that the backup hydraulic tank has returned to normal pressure, the self-test has all passed, and the formal assessment will begin immediately.

The first to appear is the heads-up mode, in the simulated space back/scene, a dark gray MA looks very inconspicuous, as long as the pilot is a little distracted, there is a high chance of losing the target. Of course, the optical sensors on mobile suits can catch the target and warn them, but after all, they will delay time. The heads-up between the two mobile suits can be said to be ever-changing, and there is no room for carelessness.

As soon as the battle began, Feng Yu controlled his MA left arm to raise the gun to shoot, but saw a sensitive dodge from the opponent and easily avoided the 40mm particle beam. He didn't give up and fired a few more shots, all of which missed, but Feng Yu also found that the other party's dodge movements were actually very regular. It's a pity that he hasn't mastered "anti-judgment shooting" yet, which is Shirley's forte, otherwise he can easily kill the other party.

As a last resort, he asked Ma to lower his left arm and raise his right arm, which was holding the Alloy Saber, to enter melee mode. The two MAs quickly approached each other in space, and soon entered a close-quarters attack posture. The simulator's MA stabbed simply and violently, and the alloy saber came towards the cockpit.

Of course, Fengyu couldn't be defeated by such a non-technical attack, and his ma waved his saber to block. Twisting his waist sideways, he easily dodged an attack. It's just that when he wanted to launch a counterattack, he found that the two sides had taken advantage of the situation to open a certain distance.

The space combat environment is almost vacuum, without any friction and air resistance, and any movement of the mobile suit requires the use of vector nozzles on the airframe to control the attitude. In the hand-to-hand fight just now, both sides were affected by the reaction force and moved away from each other. Therefore, the melee combat of humanoid mobile suits in space is basically one blow and go, not that they want to go, but passively move away from each other.

After the first contact between the two sides was in vain, they quickly approached again. The other party's MA was still so rough, and continued to aim at the cockpit and stabbed directly, Fengyu blocked again, and the two sides separated again.

In this way, again and again, the two sides collided again and again like two balls tied to the ends of an elastic band, and then bounced off.

Finally, Feng Yu couldn't bear it anymore, this time he didn't plan to be beaten passively, because it was just a simple parry, and he would never have a chance to hurt the opponent's body.

Since the other party likes simple violence, he will return the other party a simple violence.

The two MAs were in space like knights in a dueling battle in medieval Europe in the old era, raising their metal sabers and aiming at each other's cockpit positions.

The configuration of the two MAs is exactly the same, so there is no question of who has a long hand and a short hand, if you don't dodge or block, it is the end of the same end. And one of the hard indicators of the pilot's assessment is that you can't die, and death is unqualified, even if you kill the opponent at the same time. The Space Force needs high-end combat power to train pilots, not to recruit dead soldiers, not to fight the enemy.

Feng Yu understands this truth, and naturally he will not die with the other party stupidly. After a period of fighting, he has figured out the characteristics of this virtual opponent. That's a dead brain who doesn't know how to be flexible, maybe it's because of the procedure, maybe it's the difficulty of the assessment, but it always makes him find the weakness of the other party.

Just as the two MAs were about to stab each other, he used the pulse excitation of the auxiliary module. His ma suddenly sped up and leaned forward with his right shoulder, taking advantage of the slight distance caused by his upper body to stab the alloy saber into the opponent's cockpit first. And although his own car did not hurt the cockpit, it was still injured a little after all.

"The pilot's heads-up is over."

"Subject: Feng Yu. Corporal Lanthanum. ”

"Test Result: Passed."

"Evaluation elements: 1. A fatal blow; 2. Damage to the body; 3. Use pulse excitation. ”

"Rating: Passable."

Feng Yu looked at the results displayed on the screen with some chagrin, if it wasn't for the fatal blow that raised the evaluation, his first actual combat score might not be qualified. Of course, a failure does not mean that the simulation fails, but it will only lower the final evaluation. As a rookie pilot, the most difficult thing to master is hand-to-hand combat, and being able to get a pass is already considered above the level.

Immediately after that, the simulation cabin began the second actual combat content - melee, and Fengyu's MA was also restored to the best state by the system.

The so-called melee is actually a mobile suit battle that simulates the real battlefield, nearly 10,000 iron balls and various types of humanoid mobile suits fill the battlefield, and from time to time there is a battleship main gun in the distance through the stalemate battlefield to attack your own warship behind Fengyu. The assessment method of melee is very simple, it is to survive, as long as you survive ten minutes, you will be qualified. Similarly, the damage to the mech's rating is also reduced by using pulse excitation, and the number of downed enemy Mobile Suits is increased accordingly.

For Fengyu, this test was not difficult, just like he usually practiced on the simulator. He was able to survive and get a number of crashes with the iron ball, and now he is not a problem, which is a great opportunity to improve his rating.

After the assessment began, he was engrossed, activated the shooting assist function of the auxiliary module, and drove the MA, which was more mobile than the iron ball, to move back and forth on the battlefield, dodging the enemy's concentrated fire while finding the opportunity to take the time to counterattack. A few minutes later, the first crash was successfully achieved.

"It's still too slow!" After counting the time, at the current pace, he can get three crashes, although the result is better than when driving the iron ball, but for MA, it is not enough. The assessment and evaluation must not be a drop number to improve a notch, that is too easy.

At this time, he remembered the scene when the DT2 battle death squad covered the retreat of the large army, and a group of humanoid mobile suits, in addition to being responsible for long-range MR, other models chose to break into the enemy formation. At that time, the pilots were sacrificial in this crazy way of fighting, and in the end they all died heroically, but they all scored double-digit crashes.

Without cover, it is indeed very difficult to break into the enemy formation and retreat with all their bodies, after all, they are outnumbered. But now Fengyu's situation is different, he only needs to survive on the simulated battlefield for ten minutes and the assessment will be over, and he doesn't need to think about retreating at all.

After figuring this out, he put down the 40mm particle beam rifle, switched the auxiliary module to maneuver assist, instantly increased his speed, seized the little time left, and directly crashed headlong into the enemy's iron ball dense.

After breaking in, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the pressure from the enemy was reduced. This is also reasonable, in order to avoid accidentally injuring friendly troops, the opponent does not dare to shoot rashly, and the fire envelope must avoid friendly aircraft.

With such favorable conditions, Fengyu became more unscrupulous, giving full play to the superiority of mobility assistance, shuttling at high speed among the opponent's iron balls, and slashing at the enemy next to him with his alloy saber from time to time. The feeling of being at home made him extremely excited, as if he was the master of the battlefield, swinging his sword and slashing as much as he wanted, not caring about the casualties of the other party, and leaving with one blow, pounced on the next target.

Just as he pounced on the unknown number of targets, MA suddenly stopped.