"As you wish!" At the same time as the sound of hob meat sounded, the artillery fire came again.

The Tang warrior raised a pale blue energy shield in the cannon fire, and then, within half a second, it was like a soap bubble of disillusionment.

"Come again!"

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"Come again!"

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More than a hundred mecha did not give Tang Lang any chance at all, and the endless artillery fire overwhelmed him again and again.

Regardless of whether he raised the energy shield at the first time or tried his best to make evasive moves, the cannon fire covering him from front to back, left and right, up and down, and ten square meters below would always accurately fall on the Tang Warrior Mecha.

The mecha that was faithfully simulated according to the strength of the Tang warrior's own armor was blown into a pile of metal parts again and again in the artillery fire.

The nervous devastation brought about by continuous "death" made Tang Lang's face more and more pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, "Come again!" The voice was as firm as it had been.

I have to say that although the strange postures provided by hob meat are somewhat similar to "yoga", how obscene they look at, those postures that control every part of the mecha, especially the machine parts of various sizes and joints, to the extreme have been of great help to Tang Lang.

was forced to helplessly, and subconsciously used the results of the previous training to avoid artillery fire, and Tang Lang tasted the sweetness.

Tang Lang can even fold his upper body and lower body for a moment to make an "iron plate bridge" posture, and then the next moment he will form himself into a ball, use the energy shield to resist the time of the long-range energy cannon for 0.5 seconds, "roll" out of a distance of more than ten meters, and then use the terrain and the surrounding wreckage to continue to dodge and dodge the blows that come one after another.

It wasn't like a mecha but more like a human warrior trying to survive on the battlefield, and it's hard for anyone to believe that a mech can be so agile in the blink of an eye.

In fact, the mechs on the battlefield rarely encounter such a completely asymmetrical situation, and their most conventional operation is: open the energy shield, jump to avoid all kinds of artillery fire, and then engage with the opponent in close combat, each with their own ability to kill the opponent until they are killed.

It's quite like the duel between the two armies in the ancient cold weapon era of Blue Star, dodging the shooting of long-range archers, and the rest is to compete in courage and skill and even strength, white knives in and red knives out, whoever can fight and dare to fight whoever has more people will win the final victory.

Of course, when the defensive side has deployed enough long-range energy cannons and live ammunition or missiles, the attacking side will not rashly launch an attack if it does not have enough troops, and that is not much different from taking the initiative to send people to death.

But like Tang Lang, the situation of being beaten by more than a hundred mecha forever is almost invisible. Even if they are chased and killed by mecha that far exceeds their own, no one will be stupid enough to wait for the encirclement of others to complete, and then be stupid and start to evade artillery fire.

The training scene of the hob meat to Tang Lang is like this, he is in an encirclement, and he is crazy K by the mecha with long-range firepower. Even, after discovering that Tang Lang had carried the first wave of attacks, he began to use his battlefield experience to evade artillery fire with the help of terrain and various mecha wreckage, not only turned the terrain into flat ground, but also turned all kinds of mecha wreckage into virtual images.

Tang Lang, in addition to relying on himself to control the mecha to carry out various evasive actions, can no longer rely on foreign objects.

For more than fifteen consecutive "data days", the terrible devastation of hundreds of deaths every day, even the tenacious Tang Lang is a little desperate.

In these fifteen days, apart from the same death, it is not that there is no change.

From the first day of the mecha's battle record "survival time" has never exceeded 1 second to the present, Tang Lang and his Tang Samurai mecha have survived for more than 6 seconds, which also means that Tang Lang can already survive about 6 seconds under the crazy shooting of more than a hundred mechas.

That was enough to amaze anyone, you know, not long ago, Tang Lang could only control the mecha to crawl on the ground.

But on this battlefield, no matter how amazing it is, in the cannon fire in the sky, Tang Lang is still just a small scumbag who can only survive for six seconds. Although, the white fat hob meat has gradually given up his ridicule of Tang Lang.

Tang Lang finally couldn't help but burst out after a death, "Damn, what is qualified!?" ”

In fact, it's no wonder that perseverance like Tang Lang is so crazy, according to the level division of the mecha division in the simulation cabin that Tang Lang reviewed during the break between battles, he is completely sure that in this kind of scene, even if it is an intermediate mecha division, whether he is a level 1 or level 3, as long as his hand speed does not exceed 75 movements, it will be exploded by this cannon fire in no more than 3 seconds.

And he himself was able to reach the limit of 6 seconds, not that his hand speed had surpassed that of an intermediate mechmaster, but it was completely due to his warrior instinct and his control over the mech joints through those strange movements.

In other words, he may not have reached the standard of an intermediate mecha in terms of hand speed, but his control accuracy of the mecha is far above that of an intermediate mecha. Now, he can even control the mecha to pick up a thin thread and pass through the needle edge of a needle.

As Hob Meat said, he could even manipulate the mouth of the mech's head to make vocalizations to express his facial emotions, if the designer had put enough parts on the piece instead of just an armor guard.

However, this still made him unable to break the bottleneck, and he was still greeted by an endless "death" that seemed to never be expelled.

No one likes to die, even after "dying" thousands of times.

Hob meat did not mock this time, but showed up and released a video.

A mecha that should not be more than three meters tall, shining with metallic luster armor and a streamlined line shape is quite stylish, encountering the same battlefield as Tang Lang, but he survived for more than 30 seconds.

No, not just 30 seconds to be exact, but it took 30 seconds for the thing to dodge the artillery fire at high speed, and then launch its own attack. At least two dozen mechs were destroyed by his long-range energy cannon.

By the time he closed the distance and entered hand-to-hand combat, the remaining nearly 100 mechs were destroyed by the devastating style.

It's like a tiger breaking into a pack of wolves.

Tang Lang, who was dumbfounded, could only look up at the high mountains.

If this is Master Jin's rivers and lakes, divided according to the level of martial arts, people belong to the level of Dugu seeking defeat, and Tang Lang, a small shrimp, is at most the head of the Seven Monsters in the south of the Yangtze River.

Not really! Tang Lang gritted his teeth every time and shouted, "Come again!" Just like Ke Daxia shouted: "Take your life!" "But the ending will always be, and it will never change.

Of course, the hob meat will not say, it is a video simulated by him with the cranial nerve control mecha that is far ahead of this starry sky by 10,000 years in the Yanyun galaxy and the mecha data of this era, not to mention 1VS120, even if it is 200, 300, it is possible to win. The level of science and technology is not at the same level at all.

But undoubtedly, this video stimulated Tang Lang.

For a full "data month", Tang Lang, who was stimulated by the masters, spent all his time in endless "death".

So much so that the white fat man finally gave up his usual ridicule, but silently restarted the battlefield over and over again according to Tang Lang's request, and then watched Tang Lang be blown to pieces.

It was still the battlefield that had been repeated a thousand times, densely packed with hundreds of mecha surrounding Tang Lang, and those cannon muzzles were glowing with a dark luster like death, aiming at his Tang warrior mecha.

Then, fire, volley.

But Tang Lang's eyes were as calm and resolute as ever, as if the fear of "death" could not affect him at all.

His hands moved in a strange rhythm on the console. The hand speed is not fast, but thirty or forty movements, but the clouds are smooth, as if playing the piano elegantly.

As Tang Lang's fingers slowly slid over the levers and buttons, Tang Samurai's originally sturdy fuselage seemed to dance along. It's so light.

Dance in the midst of the cannon fire in the sky, dance on the tip of the sword of the Grim Reaper.