The next day, I walked out the door and went to the training ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under Kolod's command, it had been built into a facility similar to a regular military academy, and when I arrived, I saw Kolod in control of a [Tsar's Machetar], shouting at a group of new pilots.

"Let me tell you, your way of fighting is completely irregular, it's like a group of peasants with guns, it's just people who are throwing the Kerred army, I'll teach you how to fight, calf, you come up."

Then I saw the calf drooping his [Tsar's Machete] and step forward, facing Kolod's body.

"Let's simulate what you look like when you're attacked head-on, come on."

Kolod shouted.

Maverick drove the [Tsar's Scimitar] to rush up desperately, swinging his fist and slamming it into Kolode's landline, but his movements were so stiff and slow that he looked like an old-fashioned robot from an old-fashioned science fiction movie, and his attack trajectory could be easily seen at a casual glance.

In this way, his synchronization rate may be less than 20%.

Kolod dodged the calf's fist, then swung his mechanical punch and unceremoniously knocked the [Tsar's Scimitar] down, and the blow was in all directions.

"Just give him a moment like this, and he'll be finished, hey, I didn't tell you to lie down, get me up."

So the calf got up again, and swung his fist again, but he was still brought down, and he hit all four and eight forks again, and the dexterity of Kolod's drive [Tsar's scimitar] was not at all on the same level as his, and it was like beating a grandson to beat the calf, and it only took one turn to bring the calf down each time.

This movement flexibility has at least 40% synchronization rate.

The calf stubbornly got up, again and again, but each time he was beaten down in one round, easily, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back, and he also fell into a new way, which made the recruits around him laugh.

I finally saw that this wasn't practice, it was a total insult!

"Alas, what the hell is this kid doing with the calf, being so tossed by the chief of the general staff."

"Probably the chief of the general staff wanted to enter the hangar before, but he was stopped by this kid desperately, saying something like 'big brother is working inside, no one is allowed to enter' or something, which made the chief of the general staff angry, didn't you fight before?"

"I'm going, and I've beaten it?"

"Yes, the calf asked the chief of the general staff to fight, because the chief of the general staff said a bunch of ....... that risky well, okay, it's a bad word about the ace, but the chief of the general staff is also good at punching and kicking, and the calf is the same as now, and he was put down after fighting in even one round."

"Alas, it's really miserable, just because of such a stupid shortage, and now I'm beaten every day."

“…………”

I listened to the whispers around me, and suddenly I felt the urge to kill.

yes, now I'm going to break Kolode's neck!

At halftime, Kolode and the rookies slowly dispersed to drink tea and rest, and the calf, who was almost concussed, silently climbed out of the cockpit of the mecha and bit the drinking bag straw and poured a few puffs like a cow, and then was about to continue to climb up the mecha, at this moment, I intervened to stop him.

"Come on, you can rest, I'll come in the second half."

The calf's eyes widened.

"Don't look at me like that, tell you, if there's anything in this world that I hate the most, it's that someone suffers for me, okay, okay, don't puff out your mouth, I say I'm on it, I don't have to change it, why are you kid still puffing up, damn, do you want to talk back?"

The calf finally "poofed" and squirted pure water in my face full of sticky saliva.

"Ahem, ahem, brother....... brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but ....... but what I want to say is thank you."

“……… I'll settle accounts with you later."

I said sneeringly, pressing the edge of the cockpit and flipping in.

The second half began ten minutes later, with Kolod still piloting his mech, wielding an unbladed armor-piercing sword.

"Listen, the Federans' standard white-knuckle tactics are very clever, and the reason why they chose a straight-sword weapon like the electromagnetic saber, which is not conducive to slashing and high-impact impacts, is because they are better at launching a quick and deadly attack on enemy aircraft........."

Suddenly, [Tsar's Scimitar] sped up and slammed his armor-piercing sword into the cockpit of my landline.

What a fucking scoundrel.

I jumped two steps in a row, then ignited the vent with a quick afterburner, and withdrew fifty or sixty meters in one go, jumping out of the radius of the electric axe.

The thrill of watching the thick tip of the sword braking in front of me was indescribable.

It seems that this hand works.

Kolod apparently did not anticipate this situation and stayed for a few seconds, but the veteran officer, who had recovered from battlefield experience, quickly regained his composure and continued to explain.

"So, their most common attack is a stabbing attack, and it's a very fast stabbing attack, and it's often used with gas injectors............"

[Tsar's scimitar] launched a sudden charge again, and at the same time used a gas jet, the speed of the impact was almost like a gust of wind, but fortunately I had already taken precautions, this time it was two steps to the side, and then ignited the gas jet, driving the mech to slide away from the tip of the sword, and Kolod swooped in again.

Feeling higher with excitement.

It's a little faster than you think, but it's still manageable.

"And for this trick, dodging is not the best means."

Kolode's voice was irritated, and he flicked his armor-piercing sword twice.

I confronted [Tsar's Scimitar] cautiously.

"It's about finding a way to block his attacks and destroy the weapon."

[Tsar's scimitar] rushed up again, but the attack trajectory was no longer straight, but a whirlwind of continuous tossing and turning, and I couldn't judge the corresponding movement track for a while, so I hesitated a little, and my chest was slashed, and sparks flew wildly.

It's a lesson, standing still in a mech station is going to die.

"Tsk."

The impact leaned back sharply, and I struggled to pull the mech up, but [Tsar's scimitar] mechanical arm swept in and locked on to my desk head mechanism, holding the armor-piercing sword against my camera gun.

"Then, at the first opportunity, do not hesitate to approach them, destroy them with the greatest force, do not try to fight with them at medium distance, although the medium-caliber machine gun of the federal army mecha is not as destructive as a 100mm cannon, but the rate of fire of 830 rounds per minute can suppress ten slow ox carts, and what these guys are most afraid of is white-knives combat, they are all cowards......... Just like this guy. ”

The fire in my heart suddenly rose, and my whole person was like a powder keg that had been ignited.

It exploded.

"Like your mother's head!"

Although the head mechanism is clamped and unable to move, but when fighting, this situation is simply commonplace, and there are often hooligans who like to pretend to be forced, and they lock people's necks when they come up, and pretend to be forced while scolding their mothers, but this kind of stupid behavior often brings a very serious consequence..........

"Takashi"

I slammed the jet on my back and slammed it into [Tsar's Scimitar] head, and [Tsar's Scimitar] flew into the air and slammed to the ground, a whole piece of shoulder armor peeling and tearing in the impact, while the jet continued to push our two mechs out of the training ground.

"Boom"

The wall was knocked down, and two [Tsar's Scimitars] fell heavily on the road surface of the base, bounced on the ground and crashed into a warehouse, hundreds of tons of cement ash flew up, and the whole base was in chaos.

I rolled over and jammed [Tsar's scimitar], and swung my mechanical punch and smashed it twice on the mech's head mechanism, smashing the entire mechanism out of shape.

It's a really cool feeling.

[Tsar's scimitar] threw his fist and struck me right in the chest, sending me flying to the side, and the other half of the warehouse roof was completely shattered.

The electronic eyes of both [Tsar's Scimitars] were flashing wildly, and we were both red-eyed.

Kolode jerked the mech, kicking the cement bag in his way, and I swung my arm at his chest, but he dodged it with a clever small angle maneuver and punched me in the head, smashing a chunk of armor metal into it.

I fumedly swung my arm again, but Kolod dodged it again with a small angle, and then punched me with a backhand.

Damn small-angle maneuvering.

This is a skill that only a pilot with a good synchronization rate can do, and I obviously have to do it a little bit worse.

But I have a wilder desire to fight.

I unfolded my arm and grabbed the two cement ladles and threw them at [Tsar's Machete], and Kolode swung the arm and the cement powder flew all over the place.

I immediately unfolded, and rushed forward in three large parts in a row, and then added a super long gas jet, and at a cannonball-like speed, it slammed into the chest like an iron ball, and the two mechs smashed the wall together and fell to the ground.

"Uhhh!!h

I frantically grabbed [Tsar's Machete] head and twisted it in one direction, causing the whole mechanism to creak and the gears and pipes to collapse out of the fixed frame one by one. [Tsar's scimitar] struggled frantically, writhing, reaching out and smashing my landline armor into a horrible dent.

But I'm already red-eyed, and all I think about is that even if I am beaten to death now, I will screw this bastard's head off!

"Bang"

The mechanical arm suddenly loosened, and the head of [Tsar's Machetar], which was still dragging cables, was torn apart like garbage, and the mech's movements stiffened strangely, and then stopped completely. I jumped up and kicked the unpowered mech, messing up the mech's armor belt.

"Come on, get up, bastard, aren't you fucking good? Get up! Blow on! ”