Passionate, blood boiling. For a moment, the sense of responsibility exploded, and the hot blood that wanted to be a stupid hat hero cooled down after going to heaven.

The imaginary scene and the experience are completely different. Tang Xiaobao was not in a hurry, and he was already very good.

The capacity is limited, and the cockpit of less than two square meters is a bit cramped. Especially after Tang Xiaobao's fat body sat in, it looked even more narrow. Wrapping the seats is an old dark brown imitation cowhide, which is a high imitation, but also strong and wear-resistant. It's just that the color has become lighter in some places, and there are still a few patches stuck to a few parts of the broken cracks.

The visibility angle of the screen of less than 80 inches is 180° flat viewing angle, and the full-view screen that is standard with the alliance mecha is too high-end, and Tang Xiaobao can't afford it. At present, this is also good, high-definition, as the external camera of the two eyes of the mecha rotates flexibly, and there is no viewing angle obstacle within the visual interface.

The operating keyboard is also the kind of old-fashioned "two-six" type embedded double-row keyboard of the old model. It is not fixed on the operating table, but is pulled by a robotic arm, which can be moved at will. This is Tang Xiaobao's most proud design. The operation is not rigid and more flexible.

There is a small thing attached to the onboard communicator. About 10 centimeters high, the base is a small black triangular bracket with a thin metal rod with excellent elasticity in the middle, and at the top is a bead about the size of a thumbnail cap. Translucent, milky white, with a faint cloud of mist inside.

That's right, this little thing is the "star stealing" in the command car of the eldest lady and their family.

Because at the moment all communication in the Andes is blocked. With the "star stealing" in hand, which can ignore electromagnetic interference, even if you go deep into the Andes, you can maintain normal communication with the outside. In times of crisis, it can make a big difference.

Because it's to save people, it's desperate. The timid fat man did everything he could think of to prepare.

The rest is up to luck.

……

The fat man who flew to an altitude of 100 meters for the first time was so big, and the fat man sitting in the cockpit that exuded the smell of metal squeaked and screamed, purely unconscious shouting, and he didn't know what he was shouting. It's just a way to vent, to soothe the tension and excitement in my heart, oh, of course, and to be afraid.

Breathing rapidly, his face flushed, and his pounding heart seemed to be stuck in his throat, as if it could pop out of his mouth in the next moment. I felt that the little fat man in the crotch of his pants had shrunk. The palms of his hands were covered with sweat.

I don't like to join in the fun.,In case of trouble, he will hide away as soon as possible.,He's always longed for a dull life.,He didn't expect that there would be a day when he drove a mecha to fight with people.。

He loves mechs and everything that has to do with them. But that doesn't mean you have to do something with a mech. It's like someone likes to collect famous guns and swords. Like to like, but don't take them to kill.

I don't know how long my life process will be, and I don't know if there will be a future. But at least for now, it's alive. If you can live for a while, count for a while. Now that my mind is dizzy, I rushed out. It's useless to think about it so much.

Indulge in catharsis and enjoy every minute and every second of the moment.

The fat man's eyes are round. The nostrils were snorting, and the fat all over the body was trembling. Experience a state of urgency. The sound of the whistling wind could be faintly heard.

Exciting, so exciting! It's just exciting!

If your hand leaves the operating keyboard now, I don't know if you will fall headlong and fall into a mess.

"Fat man, don't shout, don't go to the Andes, you scare yourself to death first."

On the screen of the on-board computer is a fat doll with a bare ass and exposed chicks/chickens, two or three years old, very dragging and smelly fart. The appearance between the eyebrows and eyes is exactly the same as that of the fat man, and he is completely a mini version of Tang Xiaobao.

Connect the ball to the main control computer of the mecha to replace the original main control program.

The ball is semi-intelligent, almost as smart as a human, oh no, it may be smarter than many people.

Moreover, Qiuqiu's core database stores a large number of mecha combat examples, and there are also many training outlines about mecha warriors. Knowing that fat people like these things, whether they are useful or not, as long as they search for relevant information on the Void Network, Qiuqiu will download them all to the database. Years down. There are thousands of mech combat examples and practical rules for mechs, as well as training syllabus for mech warriors.

Originally, it was planned that after the "Black King Kong" went through the formal test flight, it would select a part of the database and integrate it. Create a training plan for the fat man that suits him. Born super fast hands, and the fat man has good physical fitness. Such talents must not be wasted. As an assistant, you have to think about everything in front of you, and you have to have a diligent and positive attitude. Otherwise, he is not qualified to be a qualified assistant. The ball positions itself very accurately.

And now, nothing. It's a real battle.

After Qiuqiu replaces the main control program of the mecha, it can assist the fat man to a large extent. It's both training and actual combat.

The place where we started was Giethoorn, which is more than 100 kilometers away from the Andes Mountains, which is considered the closest place, so the college chose this place as one of the four standby bases for the participating teams.

At the current flight speed, it would take about 10 minutes to reach the Andes.

"Ball ball, turn to autopilot. Let's play a game of backgammon, shall we? The fat man suddenly proposed.

"At this time? Do you want to relieve tension? "The miniature version of the little fat man on the screen sits on the floor, fingers playing with chicks/chickens.

The fat man shook his head, the corners of his grinning mouth touched the muscles on both sides, and his smile looked very reluctant and bitter, and said, "I'm afraid that I will never have the opportunity to play chess with you in the future." ”

……

An embarrassed "T-800" heavy mecha running in the forest jumped over a trench more than 20 meters wide, hid behind a huge ancient tree that was connected to each other, and held a black chain axe in both hands, waiting with its head sideways.

Little Wellington's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the tendons in his hands ached unbearably. This is a consequence of prolonged high-frequency exercise. Without rest, the fingers of both hands will quickly become swollen like carrots.

Taking advantage of the short break, he breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that he was in a desperate situation and could not escape. But he is tyrannical and perverse, and he can't do such a stupid thing as closing his eyes and waiting for death. When you are dying, you have to drag a cushion on your back.

He was wrong, and so was his father, who planned the whole thing. It was so wrong that things got completely out of control. Those people were certainly no ordinary pirates.

Not so long ago, he saw with his own eyes a running "Marauder" blown away by a mine, and then exploded in the air by a single shot. The explosion shattered in all directions, and a small part of the mecha wreckage, including the cockpit, turned into a huge ball of fire and fell from the sky.

That's definitely a military high-explosive mine. Otherwise, it would be impossible to blow up a mecha weighing more than ten tons into the sky, and the surrounding area of more than 100 meters would also be flattened.

Then I saw a beast-shaped "slaughterer" swaying out of the woods, on all fours, with a metal head held high, and a very leisurely posture, as if he was walking in the green.

At first, he thought it was a thing that didn't know whether to live or die, a student of the Mecha Academy. Because he and his teammates had abused two "Slayers" of the same model before, and the other three were afraid of the prestige of Hellfire, so they ran away before they could fight. The one in front of him must be one of the three cowards who ran away at the beginning.

If you are stupid, you don't choose a time, and now you shake it out, isn't this looking for death?

Of course, he doesn't care about the lives and deaths of others, and he doesn't care. Even if it's a student of the same mecha academy, I don't know each other anyway.

He feared that the killer who had blown up the "Marauders" was nearby. In case that guy is lured out. Even those who are hiding not far away will also be implicated. So yelling at that idiot to get out of here.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his shout, the "slaughterer" actually walked directly towards him. It's still that unhurried and laid-back attitude. Little Wellington roared angrily, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The leisurely "slaughterer" was like a leopard that had suddenly discovered its prey, kicking the ground on its hind legs, jumping high, extremely fast, and the movements of the huge body that was fully stretched out were smooth and coherent, and it flew out more than ten meters horizontally on a tree in the air, and then used the same way to borrow force again, and volleyed at a humanoid mecha.

Like a truly brutal beast, it wielded its sharp steel claws and tore the humanoid mech to pieces with lightning speed. The last claw pierced through the cockpit, pulling out the bloodied pilot inside and grabbing it in his hand. Without hesitation, he directly pinched and exploded. Splattered blood splattered all around. Then he casually discarded the corpse, which looked like a rag doll, in the grass.

Witnessing this scene, little Wellington knew that he was gone. The driver in "The Slayer" is not a student, he is a pirate!

The pirate who was paid to accompany him in the plan to act!

But that wasn't the plan. It's just acting, not real killing.

At this time, little Wellington didn't realize that the plan was variable, and rushed out, reported to his home, and then questioned and warned the other party that acting should not be too much, someone died, and there would be trouble in the future.

But the next moment, he realized that something was wrong. The Slayer laughed eerily, the huge metal head tilting its face towards him as if it were looking at a clown.

Fortunately, his reaction is fast enough, and he is smart enough, so he doesn't say a word, turns around and runs.

With a fuselage more than 20 meters high and a weight of 36 tons, the sky shook when it ran.

There were explosions around him, broken trees and dirt burst out in all directions, grass and trees flew sideways, and the waves of air set off by the explosion almost swept him away many times. He understood that the other party was treating him as a prey, and was unwilling to kill him immediately, but played with him, and when he was tired of playing, he would break through the cockpit with one claw, just like the student who was pinched to death just now.

Loot the student mech, equip it with real weaponry, and come back to kill. reported to his home, and the other party ridiculed him contemptuously.

At this point, I didn't realize that the original plan had changed. He might as well just find a place to kill him.

Little Wellington regretted it. I don't know if my father regrets it.

But it's come to this, even if you regret it, it's useless. Because there is no regret medicine in this world.

Bang, bang, there was the sound of heavy objects stomping on the ground from across the trench.

The "T-800" hiding behind the tree was motionless, and little Wellington in the cockpit held his breath, and couldn't help but manipulate the manipulator to grip the chain axe, he was waiting for an appropriate attack point. It was the moment when the other party crossed the trench. The chain axe in your hand is the only weapon that can deal damage to your opponent. As long as you seize the opportunity, you may not be unable to give it a go!