Just in the blink of an eye, Mo Fan was already short, sideways Lei Rang's fist, there were sharp spikes on the fist, and Mo Fan's shoulder supported Lei Rang's arm, standing up straight, Lei Rang's body was involuntarily lifted, Mo Fan's body leaned back slightly, and he was about to punch.

Mo Fan's current body of unknown race has excellent physical fitness, whether it is to be a mecha designer or a pilot, Mo Fan feels that it is enough—although he has not yet seen what a mecha looks like in a civilization where technology has reached the limit of his imagination.

But if the idea of being able to drive a mecha made by himself is crazy in Mo Fan's heart, or since his physical fitness is good, should he work hard to become a good driver? Not only does he know about mechas, but he can also make mechas, and he can also drive mechas-Mo Fan comforted himself in the name of it, this is to make it more convenient to collect information about the mecha he made, but in fact, the real reason Mo Fan is not shy about it at all - no matter which man he is, he has a mecha dream in his heart.

He used to be physically weak and didn't have the magical EPT ability of Earth, so there was no possibility of piloting a mecha at all, and now that he is in good health, he should train hard and then make himself a real mecha pilot.

After this idea is determined, Mo Fan will have a certain amount of exercise in addition to studying, the rotation speed of this planet is actually very similar to that of the earth, and the degree of gravity is about the same, and the ratio is slightly larger, but it has no effect on Mo Fan's body, so Mo Fan has a very regular, similar to the routine of earthlings, exercising in the morning, by the way, going to the nearby garbage mountain to find parts that may be able to be used, studying some notes of Old Nick in the morning, helping Old Nick complete his work in the afternoon, and his own time in the evening.

"'Kung Fu?' Old Nick chewed on the two words that Mo Fan had to say to him: "Is there really such a thing?" ”

Mo Fan's training is actually just a prototype, perhaps some extension of the earth's ancient fighting techniques: "It's not a ghost, it's a very useful action." "Mo Fan actually doesn't understand much, but he always feels that practicing blindly may be better than not knowing at all. And then he seems to be able to use it at this moment!

"Sir, I hope you understand this as legitimate defense." Mo Fan's fist was raised, but it didn't fall, because the old Nick behind him had already knocked a wrench on his head, Mo Fan was as if someone had struck a big bell in his head, buzzing, and the whole person had just used his thin body to lift the huge weight of Lei Rang's exoskeleton mecha with one shoulder, but now he was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the ground with one hand, and he had lost his balance.

Lei Rang was a little puzzled, but it was more of an anger, this was a provocation to him, Mo Fan had already let go of his arm, so he raised his fist high again, but Old Nick was already between him and Mo Fan.

"Sensory misalignment, unstable brain waves, this kid is a little confused, sir, as long as you hit him in the head, he will instantly lose the ability to resist - see if he is a child, a child." Old Nick kept talking about Mo Fan's weakness, and then he still held an iron box in his hand, handed it to Lei Rang, and wrapped one hand around Lei Fan's arm, his tall, fat body completely blocked Mo Fan behind him.

"He, dare to do it to me!" Lei Rang held the iron box in his hand, felt its weight, and put down his hand slightly, but still gritted his teeth and said.

"Then sir, you can beat him, just beat him, this kid has some strength, but as long as you hit him in the head, he has no way to resist, but don't beat him to death." Old Nick took out an identical iron box from his bosom and stuffed it directly into Rejan's pocket.

Lei Jean's expression softened a little.

Half an hour later.

"So you let them beat me up like they were tap-dancing on my chest in that exoskeleton armor?" Mo Fan rubbed his head that was still dizzy, just now he fainted for a while, and now his chest and head hurt badly, he said dissatisfiedly.

"You're crazy too, trying to test your strange moves with this tactical-level exoskeleton armor." Old Nick shook his head, he didn't say that Lei Rang did stomp on Mo Fan's chest several times, although he said that he didn't want Lei Rang to kill Mo Fan, but Lei Rang could not listen, and Lei Rang's own cognition of the strength of Mo Fan's body was also limited.

Mo Fan's face was a little bruised, and his chest was slightly collapsed and red and swollen, but as long as it was overnight, these injuries would be almost healed by themselves, which could be regarded as an incredible part of this child's body.

"And I've paid for two sets of upload components, which can be enough for them to use the Ansai network several times." Old Nick felt a little pain when he mentioned it.

Elements are actually parts that can complete some specific operations, such as the translation element that Mo Fan wears around his neck to help him assist in pronunciation, which can translate what he hears and what he says in both directions.

The upload element can break through the limitations of the Ansai network company, connect the signal to the Anse company's space station in the orbit of this star, and after connecting, you can use the Anse network to download some things that this group of mercenaries like to see.

Slice and piece of slice.

The so-called pirates, the so-called lawless lands, are actually hypothetical.

Suppose there are pirates, suppose someone has been trying to destroy the Ansai network here, so there has been no connection here, but when the upload component made by Old Nick worked well for the first time, even Lei Rang already understood that they could be more unscrupulous here.

Ansai has already completed the construction of the Ansaibo base station here, but the reason why the entire planet can only use the internal network must be because there are some things that Ansai does not want others to know, or some strange layout.

The company's grasp of the planet is more comprehensive than expected.

Old Nick was originally very fond of thinking about these kinds of things, until Mo Fan arrived, and he had a new "toy".

"Boy, do you want to try the new model of brainwave corrector I made, you will definitely not be a mecha pilot when you are hit on the head, as long as you get on the mecha, who hasn't had a bump, you will faint when you touch it, isn't it the fastest one to die on the battlefield?" Old Nick was a little gloating, he always had some weird research, this brainwave corrector was one of his weird ideas, and he didn't know what he was going to do with it, and before Mo Fan appeared, he had never had a suitable object to use this machine.

"You rarely talk about mechas, if you tell me about the mecha of this world, I'll let you use it for me once." Mo Fan was very resistant at first, because every so-called brainwave correction did not make his condition better, and there were many side effects, but Old Nick always had a way to get him on his own machine, and now Mo Fan fortunately did not resist, but he needed some sweetness from Old Nick.

Last time, Mo Fan relied on this to trick him into taking his repair notes from Old Nick.

"You'd better not always be in this world, it's normal to come from somewhere else, but it's just a brain wave or even a super long distance - it's more likely to travel through time and space, don't always mention it, you'll be caught and dissected." Old Nick taught a few words and then remembered Mo Fan's conditions: "Mecha, in fact, there is nothing that can't be said." He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, and Mo Fan had to lie down obediently on a flat chair, and then Old Nick fixed his limbs, and his head was also tightened with a belt made of skin of unknown species.

Then he had a lot of electrodes on his head, Nick Sr.

Old Nick didn't forget to explain: "This thing is copied from the blueprints you have there, and it looks like you will still have a certain familiarity with the things in your hometown, and the resistance will not be so strong - I will continue to talk about mechas." ”

In Old Nick's mouth, even if the mecha is here, the so-called "central area of the universe" in Old Nick's mouth is only one of the troops, not the main battle.

Human beings - this human race is not a human being on the earth in a narrow sense, Mo Fan once lived, but refers to a collection of humanoid life forms in a large star field, which itself has internal warfare, empires, republics, groups, companies, and various forms of power crisscrossing the star sea, and now there is basically a consensus that no matter how fierce the war is, it will not easily destroy a planet, mostly battles between fleets, or capture planetary star bases, space stations, or planetary landing operations.

The role of the mecha is also this, it is the most basic infantry unit - even between fleets, for the boarding battle of the opposing flagship, although the battlefield is space, the mecha is still considered infantry.

Therefore, mecha also has many names such as "big-headed soldier", "cannon fodder", "death squad" and so on.

It is the most lacking, the most attritional, and the least statused class in the entire galaxy.

In addition, there are also extraterrestrial exploration, extraterritorial voyages, and attacks and counterattacks against some aggressive races in space, which require a large number of mecha warriors.

There is often a saying that a certain mecha pilot won a battle against the sky, but it was mostly to promote his own army and recruit more soldiers.

"Wait until you really get a chance to get out of this hellish place." Old Nick said: "Then find a mecha department in a military school, and you will find out how cheap your dreams are." ”

The mecha posture itself is also graded, the lowest is naturally a single mecha, but in fact, some countries are also equipped with ground support troops, which can be regarded as a cover for mecha to carry heavy firepower, and then the mecha pilot at the non-commissioned officer level pilots a better mecha, and the face will also be a more terrifying enemy, soldier to soldier and general, and at the same time, each force will preach the role of its own powerful mecha pilot on the battlefield.

But now there are very few miracle battles of individual soldiers.

Mecha warriors, is to die.

But the kid in front of him seems to be eager to try this kind of death.

Whether it is from the perspective of mechanics or engineering, Old Nick thinks that this kid is not far behind his own talent, if he can get out of this planet where birds don't, he will definitely be able to become a talent in this area, why do people with this kind of brain just talk about fighting and killing every day, and driving a mecha to go out to fight, which is something that only people with muscles in their brains think of?

Old Nick shook his head, still clever himself.

Mo Fan had already rolled his eyes and lost consciousness under the overly strong current in Old Nick's 28th brainwave calibration experiment.

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Small theater

Old Nick shook his head, still clever himself.

Mo Fan suddenly asked, "Old man, what is the machine over there that occupies half of the wall and only has a fist-sized screen as a result?" ”

Old Nick said proudly: "This is a 'Upload Consciousness Energy Capture Device', and the role is ......"

Mo Fan had already rolled his eyes: "It's strange if it's useful." ”

Old Nick accidentally pushed the button in his hand a little harder, and Mo Fan lost consciousness.