Captain Mack looked uncertain. He was now confused, and he couldn't figure out whether the other party was really fighting or playing, or if he was teasing his three men.

At a cursory glance, the black mech's way of fighting is very immature. It's like a kid messing around.

But every time, you can avoid the weak points of the body. For example, the nearly half-meter-long opening at the back waist that exposes the circuit board will shatter or crack as long as it is punched into it or picked up by the fingertips of the manipulator. That's where the integrated circuits of the drivetrain are located. Inside is the power stove. As long as it is destroyed, the black mech will stop on the spot. It is possible to be smashed and burst into flames.

But every time he avoided it. Slippery tight. Once or twice is a coincidence, but such a coincidence does not often occur in hand-to-hand combat, otherwise it would not be a coincidence.

Moreover, the other party seems to be out of order, but in fact, it contains a certain pattern of movement, and if I am not mistaken, it should be a "butterfly step" that only ace mecha warriors can master.

Take five steps horizontally, turn back two steps, twist and take one step forward, turn in two different directions in a row, and then one step left and right. The swiftness of these steps is like a butterfly with open wings. Extend to a radius of tens of meters. Not to mention stopping three people, even seven or eight people, this set of "butterfly steps" alone can intercept the other party to the point that it is difficult to move an inch.

Especially in this special area where you can only attack head-on and have no other offensive channels. The "butterfly step" is more powerful and more prominent.

It's just that if you want to master the "butterfly step" and use it in actual combat, the requirements for hand speed are particularly high. The minimum must be at least 60 beats per second. Only the multiple combination commands of this speed output can ensure that there is no intermittent sluggish second stop phenomenon in the continuous movement of the body. Don't be attacked by your opponent.

But the person who can master this kind of data may only appear in one out of a thousand mecha warriors.

But if the opponent's hand speed is really above 60 movements per second, how can he be entangled with his three subordinates for so long?

You must know that even if the three of them play extraordinarily, their hand speed will not exceed 50 movements per second. The difference of ten basis points is equivalent to you only slashing out once in the same limit time, and the other party has already stabbed you ten times, and you can't die anymore.

Such a master has every strength to crush his three subordinates.

What the hell is this weird black guy up to?

Looking at the old style of the mecha, could it be that the guy inside is a master who has lived in seclusion for many years? Suddenly it popped up, and I wasn't used to fighting, so I was looking for a sparring partner and warmed up?

The more Captain Mike looked at it, the more awkward he felt, the more he could not analyze it thoroughly, and he was very contradictory. He had fought for many years, but he had never met such an opponent.

The more he pondered, the more fascinated he became. Completely forgot what was supposed to be done.

If the "Hall One" of the empire knew that the chess pieces they chose were not doing their jobs, I wonder if they would be so angry that they would send an interstellar missile and bomb him directly.

At the end of the day, Captain Mack is not a pure pirate, and he is also an amateur as a terrorist. He is still a soldier in his bones.

At this time, he should grasp the opportunity to take advantage of the "Black King Kong" being entangled by his men, and he can rush to the top of the slope with one jump. At that time, the wolf will enter the flock and kill as much as he wants. Of the more than 100 students, there will definitely be only a few left in the end.

But now he seemed to have forgotten the mission of this trip, and was completely absorbed by the battle in front of him.

I also want to rush up and join the warband and experience for myself what that strange guy is all about.

But he still held back, he had a feeling that that guy's true strength had not yet been brought into play. It seems that it is really adapting to something, or wait and see.

In a hurry, he may be able to restrain and destroy that guy, but this is not what he wants, what he wants is a master duel, a vigorous battle.

Kill each other, or be killed by them.

……

He read that right. Fat people are adapting.

After all, it was the first time to pilot a mecha, and the first time to engage people so closely. And it's a one-to-three extreme crisis.

If you're not careful, the mecha will be torn to shreds. After all, it was not a fist of human flesh, but a steel body weighing more than ten tons at every turn, with one claw, one punch and one kick, not counting speed and attack power, the weight alone could deflate a medium-sized box card.

When hit on a person's body, the fat man will instantly become a pile of rotten meat and be smashed to pieces. Even with armor protection, he didn't dare to bet.

Those hard-nosed guys with edges and corners will kill if they scratch a little skin. Just looking at it makes your scalp tingle.

The figures of the four mechs crossed each other, and the surrounding air whirred and stirred up large expanses of dirt and broken rubble. The loud sound of metal striking rattled people's ear drums. The impact made my head swell a little panicked.

The fat man was gritting his teeth now, and he almost lost sensation on his ten fingers. The swelling and shiny, as if the tendons that were about to be torn apart made his head break into a cold sweat. At the moment of life and death, he burst out with a strong will. The chubby round face is no longer joyful, but hideous, as if to choose someone to devour.

The rookie can hold on to this point in front of the old sparrows, which can already be listed as an impossible miracle.

The fat man didn't know how long he could hold on because he sensed that the limit was approaching. His head seemed to be a mess, and his mind began to get confused.

However, he finally waited for a turnaround.

……

Combat is not a fat man's forte, and this cannot be fully compensated for by hand speed alone. He basically has no combat experience, tactical literacy, and battlefield awareness. In the current situation, self-protection is reluctant, and it is difficult to kill people in close combat!

But he's a mechanic. Talented mechanic. There is an unusually solid theoretical foundation in the head. Familiar with the history of the development of alliance mechas, he has basically studied the mecha of all generations, especially the modern mecha from the fifth generation / onwards, dozens of series, no matter which model he can open his mouth to come. As for personal mechas, all data is strictly confidential, and there is no relevant information on the Internet. So he doesn't know too much.

He has been insisting, except that there is a reason why he cannot retreat. Behind them are the students. Once he retreated, without him turning into a shield, the students behind him would have to face the sharp tip of the knife.

What's more, he was waiting for the ball to scan the detailed data of the opponent's mecha. The process is slow.

There is no way, the main drive system of the "Black King Kong" is the old-fashioned "Jieluo II", which has been eliminated decades ago. Compared with the current computing speed, the computing power is equivalent to climbing a turtle.

Because it is too old, the ball can only be controlled as a third party to assist. It cannot be directly replaced. Otherwise, the "Jieluo II" will not be able to withstand the super program of Qiuqiu, and the system will collapse directly.

If people are poor, they have to pay from other aspects. The fat man is now basically paying the price of half his life until things turn around.

The ball was finally scanned. was so angry that he swore to the fat man that he would never do this job again, and he would not do it even if he died, which lowered his IQ too much.

Where can the fat man take care of him now. I can't get enough time for all my life.

With detailed data, the fat man decided to fight back.

There will be no fight, but he will "dismantle"

He always believed in the saying that everything that is man-made can be destroyed.

As large as a half-planet sky fortress, as small as nanoelectronic worms under a microscope, as long as you have key data, it is not difficult to dismantle them.

……

Three fights and one failed to take down the other party, and Captain Mike was still pressing the corner on the side, as an excellent imperial soldier, when did he ever be so embarrassed?

The pilots of "Black General" and "Sword Tiger" became angry and aggressive. But this scarred ugly guy is too slippery.

They decided to change their style of play, to exchange injuries for injuries, and to exchange lives for lives.

Only attack, not defensive, completely ignoring the empty door of the important parts of the chest and abdomen. Entangle each other with the twisting of the limbs of the body, creating opportunities for the accomplices to attack deadly.

The "Black General" is clearly in the design style of the Earth Alliance. The external armor also draws on the design elements of European knight armor in the Middle Ages of the Ancient Earth Era, such as head, neck, shoulders, elbows, chest, abdomen, crotch, legs, knees, and ankles. It is used by many military combat masters who like to use melee combat.

The "black general" driver dared to use his role as bait, and the completely lifeless use of aggregation tactics also came largely from the trust in his own defense.

Roaring angrily, he rubbed his body up, and the "big" zigzag volley of limbs stretched out in the air rushed down towards the "Black King Kong".

The back road was blocked, and the "Black King Kong" could not hide, but could only be hard-connected head-on. As long as the two sides make physical contact, the "black general" has the confidence to entangle the other party to death in an instant.

When the "Black King Kong" unknowingly stretched out the two manipulators to his chest and abdomen, the "Black General" driver showed a cruel smile.

His two accomplices are not given for nothing, they have rich combat experience, and they don't need verbal cues to know what the other party wants to do and how to cooperate. He also let out a cruel laugh.

The sound was heard by the external loudspeaker, and the hearts of many students at the top of the slope were tugging. I can't help but cheer.

"Uncle, you can't lose!"

"Uncle, down with them, we support you."

"Uncle, if you die, we won't survive. Come on! ”

"Uncle, come on!"

Come on, come on...... More and more students joined in the cheers, and the shouts of cheering soared into the sky. It caused a burst of reverberation in the mountains and forests, and the sound of "come on" echoed everywhere. It's like a tsunami in the mountains.

The fat man also looked turbulent, his heart was agitated, and his round fat face had a kind of sickly flush. The whole body was trembling, and the spirit was pulled to the apex in an instant.

It turns out that it feels good to be a hero!

"Your grandma's, you!" A loud roar.

The two manipulators seemed to turn into two sharp knives in an instant. The dance is so fast that it's confusing.

In the "black general" pilot's expression suddenly froze, and then became incredulous, starting from the chest and abdomen, the armor on his body was dismantled piece by piece, clanging, either as a weapon to the sides, or thrown away.

Tearing it down is called a ruthless, the speed is called a fast, and the way is called a sharp.

Every entry point, at the point of connection of the armor. In the blink of an eye, the "black general" became a naked man who was stripped naked. But the "Black King Kong" action did not stop, but faster.

It didn't take long for the "black general" to be completely dismantled. Then, the unforgiving "Black King Kong" seized the moment of dodging, jumped up suddenly, landed on both feet, and trampled the cockpit of the "Black General" to a pulp. The driver inside saw that he couldn't survive.