"What's the use of you saying that, no matter how much you say, it's not the same as slashing people with mechas. Oh, I know my mecha understands, it's the fucking watermelon knife in my hand that slashes people!" Li Dong's expression was as if he had instantly realized the true meaning of mecha techniques, and his eyebrows fluttered, and he was very proud.

Castel shook his head and said helplessly: "Your understanding is only at the level of a C-level pilot at most, even if you are fighting, plus those ghost ideas of yours, you can only defeat a B-level mecha at most, and for A-level pilots, their powerful operations can easily smooth out those traps you set." ”

"Old man, what level of pilot are you?"

"Class A. ”

"Then what would you do if I put a sub-level planetary missile under the ass of your mecha?" Li Dong raised his eyebrows arrogantly, this was his most proud move.

Castel nodded and smiled heartily, "You can try it." After that, he ordered the crew on the aircraft carrier to move a sub-class planetary missile to the center of the mecha room, and then stood on top of the missile. A sub-level planetary missile plus a mech is almost as tall as a 5-story building.

Hearing that a missile was going to be launched to bombard the mecha controlled by Castell, the soldiers all crowded into the mecha room and surrounded the perimeter of the sub-level planetary missile, and even some technicians did not leave after transporting and assembling the missile.

"The head of the regiment hasn't shown his hand for a long time. ”

"There's a good show to watch now!"

"The regiment commander is invincible, we will always support you!"

Everyone was smiling and relaxed, as if they weren't at all worried that the massive lethality of a sub-class planetary missile could blow the aircraft carrier directly from the inside.

Xu Gong on the side was so anxious that his sweat was dripping, and he desperately grabbed Li Dong and said, "You go and apologize to the chief, this is not a joke." The power of a sub-class planetary missile is not trivial, and it will destroy this aircraft carrier. ”

"Cut, this thing is much more slippery than you, wasn't that dead ghost in the Western Empire killed by me like this!" Li Dong said disdainfully, rare and strange, I am very sorry for my life, you don't see that the people around you are so calm, they obviously have absolute confidence in Castel, I also want to see what method this old man has to block the attack of a sub-level planetary missile.

After receiving the control switch of the missile handed by the staff, Li Dong licked his lips excitedly, and asked Castel through the microphone: "Old man, are you ready?

Castel's voice came from the intercom outside the mecha: "I remember that when you bombarded the squad leader of the Royal Mecha Unit of the Western Empire with a missile, it was a sudden attack. Now, you can press the launch button at any time without having to remind me to prepare beforehand. ”

"I'm afraid that as soon as your Parkinson's disease attacks, my old hands will shake, and my beautiful youth will be buried with you, an old man!" Although he said so, Li Dong's eyes appeared with a crazy light, and his hands tightly held the missile control switch, and he could press the red start button at any time.

Xu Gong looked at Li Dong with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and then looked around at the lively soldiers and staff calling friends, but none of them looked panicked.

Crazy crazy, all the people here are crazy!

"Li Dong, I see ......" Abi swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said.

Li Dong knew what he was going to say, and interrupted, "Abi, guess what color I like the most." I guessed right, and I didn't press the start button. ”

"Huh?" Can this be solved in this way? This problem came too suddenly, although Xu Gong and Li Dong have a good relationship, but the two have realized that it has not been long since they became friends, how can they know what color he likes This kind of personal problem. Blue, white, yellow?Abi was confused by Li Dong, gritted his teeth, and could only rely on his intuition to say: "Red!" and then stared closely at Li Dong's hand pressed on the red button, secretly planning in his heart that as long as Li Dong said the word "no", he would immediately interrupt Li Dong's dog paw and grab the controller. Anyway, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, Li Dong, who has only been training for a few days, is not his opponent at all.

"Congratulations, you guessed it!" Li Dong grinned brightly, revealing a row of white and shiny teeth.

"Whew!" said Xu Gong let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hey!" there was a sigh of disappointment. Everyone was very disappointed, it was rare to have the opportunity to see the old regiment's powerful operation, and it was so yellow.

"Tick!" a finger pressed the red button, as calmly as if the button on the heater had been pressed.

Li Dong tilted his head and looked at XCMG with a smile on his face, "I'm sorry, but I like to do this."

The prank was successful! Li Dong raised his eyebrows.

The lower end of the sub-class planetary missile spewed out a stream of silver-blue particles, stirring up the surrounding airflow, and just as it was about to accelerate through the armor plate above the mech room, the mech piloted by Castel moved.

I saw that the mecha raised its foot and kicked the top of the missile heavily.

"Boom!" The brutal force actually slanted the direction of the heavy missile horizontally, parallel to the deck.

The jet on the back slightly sprayed a stream of particles, the mecha was like an eagle subject to the updraft, the action was natural and slowly rose in the air for a distance, the overall fuselage shrunk into a ball, when the mecha was about to fall on the missile, it stretched out suddenly, the mecha's feet stepped on the missile fiercely, and hit the missile again, changing its direction to the warhead facing directly below.

A pair of robotic arms were like a pair of real hands, dexterously caressing the tail structure of the missile, blocking the air intake with one hand, and quickly disassembling and pulling down the vortex particle jet engine with the other, and then throwing it away. Again along the disassembled tail structure, towards the middle structure of the missile, the fuel tank, the digital scene matching system holographic irradiation radar fell one after another. When I arrived at the most critical part of the warhead, I saw the fingers of the mecha's arms moving rapidly, showing a series of afterimages, picking or pulling or stabbing, and the open and hidden buckles of the warhead part and the screw fixing frame were all bounced open.

In the end, the control chip of the sub-class planetary missile was finally revealed, and all the clever operations in front of it were to disassemble it.

When he went to the powder magazine of the 17th Division to steal the control chip, it was because there was a ready-made control chip there, otherwise he was not sure that he would be able to safely and completely disassemble the control chip from the warhead, let alone operate the mecha in such a short period of time.

Castel manipulated the mech, using his smallest little finger to pop out the mechanical blade on it, and slammed it into the bottom of the control chip, as precise as a scalpel, cutting off the metal wire that was still on it, but not piercing the thin metal shell and touching the detonator inside.

Castre's mech held the missile's warhead in one hand and the control chip in the other, landing with the other parts he had disassembled in the air.

Stepping firmly on the deck of the ground, Castel gently put down the missile warhead in his hand, and then shook the control chip in his hand to Li Dong and the others, indicating that the integrity of the chip was still retained after disassembly.

The crowd of onlookers applauded.

"The head of the regiment is good!"

"It's really a treasure knife that is not old!"

"The judgment of hand speed operation is comparable to that of a teenager!"

Thunderous applause!

XCMG finally let go of the heart that Li Dong had lifted since he pressed the button, took a long breath, and then reminisced about it, just now when Castel's superb operation began to change the direction of the missile, the style was rough and arrogant, and when it came to manipulating the mecha to disassemble the missile, the technique was delicate and the action was accurate. The whole process is Castre's understanding of the mecha, which is as solid as a rock and a thunderous blow. In just a few tens of seconds, the sub-class planetary missile was broken down into small parts like building blocks.

Divine skill, what a divine skill!

Li Dong on the side was the most shocked, he secretly thought that if it was not a B-level mecha division of the Royal Mecha Unit of the Western Empire that was sneaking up at that time, but an A-level mecha division of the enemy, then he would be the one who died there. The good life he dreamed of like the second ancestor would be dismantled into pieces like the sub-level planetary missile in front of him.

This is the A-class mech, and this is the skill, technique, and reflexes of the A-class mech. This is the level that an ace pilot can have, like a delicate and gorgeous surgical operation. This has been sublimated to the realm of art.

A-class pilots are already like this, so what kind of exquisite skills will the super A-class mecha masters standing at the peak of pilots have? Thinking of this, Li Dong, who was looking at the Castells mecha, had a bright light like stars in his eyes, and he was thoughtful.