At this point, Tang Lang's first stage of training has come to an end.

Although it did not complete the sixteen "military body boxing" actions it began to submit in the "data month" stipulated by Hob Meat before, Hob Meat did not sneer at Tang Lang in this matter for the first time, but came over to "serve tea and water" to the tired Tang Lang with a flattering face, and even fanned Tang Lang with his fat hand.

A proper look like a personal little maid.

This made Tang Lang vigilant, this product is definitely going to be a moth.

In the face of Tang Lang's greatly improved hand speed and ability to control the mecha, the sixteen "military body boxing" moves are no longer too difficult to achieve, and in only ten "data days", Tang Lang can already use the military body boxing that is integrated into his bone marrow to fight out with the mecha, from "blocking punching punch" to "fluttering crotch" to "hitting the waist and locking the throat", one move and one style, not bad at all, even if he gets the most demanding training instructor of the Republic on the Blue Star, he can't find any flaws.

Sure enough, the hob meat will not let Tang Lang go so easily, his "martial arts dream" has never been broken, even if his so-called "Jiuyang Divine Skill" and "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" are scum in front of Tang Lang's simple and brutal fighting skills. But he has always thought that it is because he has not learned home, not that these skills are not good enough.

So, what "Yuejia Gun", "Tai Chi Stick", "Baji Boxing", "Shaolin Boxing", "Xingyi Boxing", and "Wing Chun Boxing" that it collected from the Blue Star Network。。。。。。 And even what "Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu", "Muay Thai", "Taekwondo"。。。。。。

Anyway, as long as the maps that can be collected in its database, they will be displayed one by one for Tang Lang to control the mecha to complete.

Tang Lang couldn't cry or laugh, but he had to bow his head under the eaves, and he could only cooperate with this low interest in cultivating a mecha "martial arts master", otherwise God knows that this thing will make other bad training content.

Tang Lang's idea was right, when Tang Lang spent more than five "data months" to do these massive martial arts plus the actions on the national art atlas one by one, he took out a few special actions for hob meat.

The first action is to lift the hind feet of the mecha, stretch the arms, spread the waist and abdomen of the mecha as much as possible, and touch the palms of the upper and lower arms with the soles of the feet. The picture in Tang Lang's mind at that time was like this: a fat man practicing gymnastics awkwardly。。。。。。

An indescribable sense of indescribability.

But this action made Tang Lang, who was already more and more comfortable with mecha control, have a sense of challenge, compared to those more one-dimensional martial arts or national martial arts moves, if you want to complete such an action, the input control instructions are as high as three times, and the difficulty is unknown.

When Tang Lang was tired every day, even the face of the body lying in the simulated virtual cabin showed a trace of paleness, and it took a full "data month" to finally "stand on his back。。。。。。 The action of issuing about forty commands in one second is completely completed.

"Unqualified, your mecha hips are not enough to get to the ground, it should be a little higher, the most important thing is your mecha head, the light should be a little lighter, yes, just like the feeling you usually squint in, and the corners of your mouth can be cracked a little more! That's right, let's have a little bit of microcontrol to make the mecha's facial expression a little more intoxicating。。。。。。 The white fat man's voice sounded in the ears of the relieved Tang Lang.

Tang Lang hit a carp, and the Tang warrior mecha was like a fierce tiger out of the gate, suddenly bounced off the ground, jumped five or six meters in the air, and then stepped down blatantly.

Directly step on the white fat man with a cheap face into a stream of data.

"If you can control the mecha to the point where you can show facial expressions, you are a master! Can't I be strict with you? Although the white fat man was full of grievances, the malicious voice that was about to come out sounded again.

Without any surprises, it was trampled into a data stream again.

Sluts, you have to be beaten to be honest.

"Oops! Kindness is treated as a donkey's liver and lungs! You wait for Lao Tzu. The white fat man's howl had just disappeared.

The incomparably wide training ground behind Tang Lang suddenly disappeared without a trace. The scene that caught Tang Lang's eyes made his nerves as tough as he was stunned, and he couldn't help but suddenly whisper, "! ”

The white fat man's revenge came so quickly.

Above the sky, the fighters are staggered back and forth! The flames that exploded were like fireworks in the Spring Festival of the Blue Star, but they were much more brilliant than that.

On the ground, countless artillery fires tore through the earth, tide-like mecha charged at each other, and the wreckage of destroyed mecha in close combat could be seen everywhere, and the light bands drawn by energy cannons and live ammunition reflected each other on the battlefield, forming a death-like scene.

This is the battlefield! Such a huge battlefield! Thousands of mecha and fighter planes roam here, and through the mecha's perception system to the outside world, Tang Lang could even feel the scorching heat emitted by the explosion of the energy weapon。。。。。。。

Tang Lang, who stood alone on the battlefield and personally experienced the war mode of this era, had no fear, he just marveled, marveled at the processing power of the hob meat, how awesome the "CPU" must be to instantly build such a huge macro and seemingly real world.

There is a gap between the technology of extraterritorial civilization and the technology in Tang Lang's understanding.

However, Tang Lang's exclamation didn't have time to continue, he was in the center of the battlefield between the two sides, and beside him there were many Qin warriors and Tang warrior mecha that he was already familiar with, and the wreckage of the mecha that was still emitting arcs and residual fires after the explosion proved the situation on the battlefield.

Tang Lang's left and right squares, a kind of aesthetic is not very good, you can imagine an orangutan with two knives on his back and a gun-like mecha, at least more than a hundred, like a group of standing mecha-type beasts, already surrounded by him.

Then, on the screen in front of Tang Lang's eyes, a row of words and the unique cheap voice of hob meat suddenly flashed, "Brother announced, actual combat test, start!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Tang Lang didn't have time to react at all, and the orangutan mecha in all directions ...... Fired!

Tang Lang was suddenly besieged.

What kind of spectacular picture is it that more than a hundred mechs are firing at one machine?

Countless energy cannons criss-cross, all concentrated on one point.

"Rub!" Tang Lang only had time to burst out with such an angry roar before he was drowned in the artillery fire.

Even Tang Lang, a genius who had reached the level of junior mecha control in a few months, didn't have time to raise the energy shield of his Tang warrior mecha.

Of course, even if it is raised, it is estimated that it will not be of much use.

Under the frantic strafing of more than a hundred mechas, the energy shield's effect on absorbing energy is definitely no stronger than a soap bubble.

How bright the starry sky is, how brilliant Tang Lang will die!

The feeling of "death", which can constantly destroy people's will, once again filled Tang Lang's consciousness.

When resurrected, Tang Lang clicked on the battle record, and the data just now was displayed on the screen: "88 energy cannons in the body, 34 rounds of metal live ammunition, mecha survival time, 0.83 seconds, the attack from his own mecha, 0." Combat statistics: 25 shots in the leg, 56 shots in the chest, 。。。。。。 in the head System Combat Evaluation: Unqualified! Trainer's evaluation: A scumbag! ”

Needless to say, the so-called training officer is naturally the name that Hob meat gives himself.

Tang Lang took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in his body and the fear that still remained in his mind.

The 95% realism gave Tang Lang an extremely painful sense of "death", and the feeling of being beaten into meat sauce by random artillery was much more painful than falling to death from a hundred-meter-high mountain rock.

But Tang Lang's answer was: "Come again!" ”