Walking into the actual combat training ground after following Tianxing Fitness, dozens of fighters from the four major schools became more and more shocked.

There was no one else in front of them but Fatty, Old Smith, and Jeffrey. The fighters in the training room resumed training, and the bandit soldiers in charge of the guards also stood at their original posts without moving. Along the way, the other members of the bandit army, including the recruits on the other side of the training ground, were immersed in training, and they didn't even look at these dozens of people.

The entire training ground was filled with a silent frenzy. It seems that nothing else can arouse the interest of these bandit fighters who are focused on training. Their preoccupation makes people suddenly feel a sense of panic.

Walking into the wide training ground, not far away, dozens of bandit soldiers were crawling forward quickly in the mud. They climbed over the quagmire, grabbed the rope and climbed the high platform, then jumped down, without blinking their eyes, after a tumble on the ground, quickly ran forward, climbed over several obstacles, crossed the single-plank bridge, climbed the rope net, and flew across the single rope between two columns dozens of meters high.

In the center of the training ground, some bandit soldiers are training in hand-to-hand combat. The warriors worked in pairs, locked their throats, grabbed them, kept falling, and kept getting up, and in the dust, they shouted one after another. I don't know how long the training has been going on, and some of the fighters are clearly exhausted and are still staggering. Even if he couldn't stand steadily, there was a murderous aura all over his body.

The fighters of the four major schools no longer have the domineering attitude at the door of the training room just now, and they quietly watched the training of the bandit army, their eyes flickering. Among them, there are many bandit soldiers, who are Phantom Stream and Tailiu Warriors they know. Not to mention the level of control of the mecha, at least now, they feel that these people are completely different from them.

No one can say how it is different. These infantry will be trained. In the past, in the eyes of genre fighters, it was not worth mentioning. They have always believed that only mecha techniques are worth practicing hard. But now. But in these former opponents, they saw a kind of fierceness that made people fascinated!

The physical training of the mecha genre can't practice this effect! Phantom Stream and Xintai Stream have been fully integrated into the bandit army, and those civilian fighters have become disciplined bandit soldiers! Think about the combat effectiveness of the one hundred and twenty black bandit army mechs you saw, and then look at these people in front of you. Everyone in the four major schools felt a kind of suffocation.

If you face such an opponent on the battlefield, how sure is it that you will win?

Walking to the mecha tarmac, the fat man stopped in front of a horizontal knife, gently patted the cold shell of the mecha with his hand, turned his head to Sade and Bridgeman, and said: "This kind of mecha, called Hengdao, is the top combat mecha of the eighth generation of Feimeng. It is equipped with one 300 mm armor-piercing energy cannon, two 150 mm high-speed machine guns, and four anti-aircraft missiles. Eight ground-to-ground missiles, a set of fully enclosed energy covers, a set of semi-enclosed energy covers, the maximum speed of 520 kilometers per hour on the road, the maximum speed of 360 kilometers per hour on the off-road, and the instantaneous change of direction and turnback speed of 80 meters per second! Directional short-range sprint burst speed, 190 meters per second! ”

Looking at the black mecha neatly arranged in front of him, he listened to the fat man's faint introduction. The four major schools of fighters are still calm on the surface, but in their hearts, they have set off stormy waves.

This kind of military mecha has never been seen by anyone present, except for photos in military magazines. Before the outbreak of war. The free world, under the blockade of the Supreme Council of Mankind, will never allow such mechs to exist.

And after the outbreak of the war, although it was known that the blockade had already existed in name only, and that this kind of war weapon would enter the free world sooner or later, it was really time to put it in front of them, and everyone found out. The shock he suffered was far greater than he had imagined. More serious!

The current Mars is no longer the planet that can be ruled by private mechs or terrans that have modified the old metal projectile weapon. Look at the hideous barrel of the black mecha in front of you. Listen to its performance parameters - who can resist in the face of a torrent of steel formed by thousands of these mechs?

This is war, not the struggle of the forces of the free world!

The lore stream, the mountain stream, and the Tai stream, these three major schools have long been eye-to-eye, but in the end, the military mecha of the West Covenant has not yet been able to set foot in Mars, and the Filipino Alliance has already taken the lead! The Northern Business Alliance has endured it for so many years, and everyone present knows how much it costs to suddenly appear in the paramilitary armored regiment of Puluo. But so what? In front of these 120 black mechs, they only ended up with a total annihilation.

Looking back and thinking about the strength of your own genre, thinking about your own personal mechs and a small number of modified mechas, can you not be flustered? When the munitions ships arrive at Mars, when the military mecha falls into the hands of other schools through different channels, and when the artillery fire on the planet Mars is filled with gunsmoke, where can these people go?

Use your own personal mecha to fight against such a military mecha, no kidding!

Looking at the silent four major school mechs, the fat man smiled slightly and said, "There are many such mechas!" In the future, the regular equipment of the bandit army is far more advanced than this kind of mecha! To tell you the truth, the free passage of Mars, Fimeng is determined to win! In addition to military considerations, the Filipino League is also interested in the land, and Mars is also a powerful productive force! In the future, it will become the most important arsenal of Fimeng! ”

"What?" The fat man's words caused a violent commotion

"Once Mars becomes the production base of Mecha and Ships of Fimeng, what will happen here, I don't need to talk about it, right?" The fat man who was talking nonsense did not blink his eyelids: "After the war, the free world will become a member of the mainstream of human society, without material blockade, no restrictions on housing, and no discrimination and exclusion!" Here, it will become an autonomous region managed by the mecha genre as the main body, protected by the Fiji League, integrating manufacturing, transportation and mecha industry! ”

In the dead silence, the eyes of the four major schools of fighters were irrepressibly ecstatic.

Everyone knows that war, for some regions, means destruction, death, poverty and chaos. However, the wars of mankind. But there are always a few places that have become the biggest beneficiaries of the war. Some of these places have always been prosperous, while others are poor and remote. However, because of the war, countless businesses, troops, government agencies, schools, and people who had relocated from the front line gathered in these areas. This creates a kind of wartime concentration of wealth!

Of course, the Freeport of Mars will not be the rear of a large country, and no one will have the luxury of expecting this to be a political and cultural center, a logistics and industrial base. However, now that there are more and more refugees, as long as the Filipino Alliance is in control of this place, a part of the military production orders will be distributed, and a series of chemical reactions will occur in the entire free world!

The influx of capital, energy, raw materials and technology will completely transform the industrial system of the entire Mars Freeport, and the economy of Mars will develop rapidly. And with it. It is the thriving of transportation, medical care, trade, science and technology, tourism, entertainment and other industries that depend on this huge industrial system!

If the Filipino League really wins the war, if it is really as the fat man said, this will become an autonomous region integrated into the mainstream of human society! Then the free world will no longer be a hell for the outcasts, but a paradise made of war! At that time, what will come to these factions that have been in the camp of the Filipino League since the beginning and have controlled the free world for thousands of years. That's unimaginable.

But is all this true?

Sade and Bridgeman and the others glanced at each other, and from each other's eyes, they saw. It's all heartbeat. Regardless of whether the fat man's words can be fully realized, it is worth giving it a go! To survive in the free world, every day is faced with deceit, the weak and the strong, and the most important thing for people here is the innate adventurous spirit in their bones.

Life is in the world, but more than a hundred years, with the situation of the four major schools at the moment. Don't take a chance. When?!

"That's it!" The fat man pointed to the personal mecha of Tailiu and Phantom Stream next to him with his hand, and said to Sade: "Since it is a competition. Naturally, military mechs are not needed. You can use your own mech, or feel free to choose any of the private mechs here if you like. How do you want to compare, but let you say it, let's talk in front, how do I say if I win, how do I say it, and how can I say it if I lose? ”

"Bets?" The four schools of genius looked at each other.

"Originally, in a few days, it will be the quadrennial championship of your folk mecha genre!" The fat man said leisurely: "I remember correctly, right? ”

Sade and the others nodded with a wry smile, in a few days, it will be June 6th, and at this time, it is the date of the biggest event in the folk mecha fighting world, the Genre Federation Championship. For thousands of years, this has been a tradition in the free world.

The big schools flex their muscles at the games, the small ones try to make a splash, and the major powers reclassify their seats and establish a new order - but that was before the outbreak of war! By this time, the genre federation has been completely finished, and who has the heart to do a championship game?

No matter how good a disciple is, no matter how exquisite a technique is, no matter how advanced a mecha is, what's the use? Now Timmars, it's with guns and cannons!

"Although the genre federation has been disbanded, we still have the genre mutual aid alliance." The fat man didn't seem to have any self-knowledge of this so-called mutual aid alliance composed of two schools that were not at all looked down upon, and Tian shamelessly said: "I have been preparing to gather all the major schools to come to Puluo Town, first, to learn skills, and second, to discuss how to restore the traditional status of our school and deal with this war." ”

"However, a few of them are here today. The fat man looked at Sade and the others: "Why don't we discuss it in advance!" In the tradition of the championship, the winner is king! Since we want to compete, we naturally have to have a little bit of a lottery, so let's do it, if I lose, I'll treat you in the evening, and if you lose, make an announcement and announce that you will join the Genre Mutual Aid League! All the fighters are under the unified command of the bandit army! Of course, the techniques I promised will be fulfilled! ”

"Damn, he lost and asked for a meal, and if we lost, we were swallowed up, how can there be such a good thing in this world?"

"This fat man is really shameless!"

"Is it a fool to be our sect master? Who will agree to such conditions? ”

The wives of the four major schools suddenly became agitated and exchanged ears. Even the bandit soldiers next to him couldn't laugh or cry. Who will agree to such conditions?

"Good! I promise! Surprisingly, Black Dragon Dao Sect Master Bridgeman agreed almost without hesitation.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Bridgeman was calm, as if such a condition. It has already satisfied him.

The only thing that doesn't surprise is the fat man. He just glanced at Bridgeman twice, nodded, and turned his gaze to Thad and the other two.

"I agree!" This time it was spoken. It's An Linton of Thousand Armies. This first-class mecha commander who was born with white hair stood at the end from beginning to end, and has been quietly following the crowd, but at this moment, he expressed his attitude very simply.

The subordinate ground wives don't understand how they can't understand that these four leaders of their respective sects are all old ghosts who are mixed in the free world.

On the surface. The fat man's bet is very unfair, in fact, it is giving the four major schools a step. It is precisely because of unfairness that the reputation of the four major schools is not damaged whether they win or lose.

Moreover, in the territory of other people's bandits, even if they win, what can these schools expect to get from under the guns of others, that fat man, like a person who is willing to suffer? In fact. Most importantly, such a bet also opens a door for the four major schools to join the bandit army.

are all characters who have become elites, how can they not understand these truths? Since people have opened the door for the steps, they must know how to cooperate. If you really ask for any fair bets, you are just humiliating. The plan of the four major schools to come together can be thrown away a long time ago.

With Bridgeman and Arrington taking the lead. Thad and Farne nodded in agreement.

The fat man only made a gesture, and the training in the training ground was in full swing, and he immediately stopped. The bandit soldiers quickly gathered into a neat queue and ran to make way for the training ground. When Thad and the others' special mechs drove to the sidelines, dozens of saucer-shaped data collectors had already flown around the field. Hovering in the air.

The whole training ground was filled with a smell of excitement.

The direct dialogue between the two mecha gods of war, the two first-level mecha commanders and the fat man who once kicked the ninth hall in a row, when and where it was placed, it was a rare highlight - the disbanded bandit soldiers and the four major schools of fighters all retreated to the side of the observation platform, and one by one poked their heads to display the terminal display of the data collector. There was a lot of water.

The fat man chose Kozmo's mech. This lanky blue mech was named Streamer. It is the thirty-fifth generation of the Phantom Flow mecha, and it has always adhered to the characteristics of its predecessor and the Phantom Flow technique. Win with speed. The appearance of the mecha has not changed since the time of Phantom Stream or the Chackner Li family, only the engine, materials and transmission, electronics and other systems of the mecha have changed.

Because of this, almost every civilian machine knows this kind of mecha. I've even fought with this kind of mecha. The only difference between Kozmo's and other ordinary Phantom Stream mecha is that the materials used in the mecha are better, the engine is specially made for money, and the explosive power and power are larger.

However, no matter what, this is only a phantom mech. In Freeport Mars, this kind of mecha almost represents the words "declining" and "ordinary" - the unlanded phantom stream, the most ordinary mecha.

And the first opponent it has to face is the top mecha of the genre piloted by An Linton, the first-level mecha leader of the Thousand Military Dao, Pentium.

Even the bandits themselves admit that the golden gallop standing in the center of the field is very magnificent. The humanoid fuselage is tall and majestic, with a square breastplate, black striped abdominal armor, and streamlined arm armor and leg armor, and the overall look looks like an ancient warrior who is about to draw his sword and go to battle.

This mecha is a special mecha of Qianjundao. Because Qianjundao still has a strong economic strength among the major schools and has long focused on the design and development of mechas, their genre mecha is famous throughout the Mars Freeport. And the reason why they were able to rank in the top eight of dozens of genres was that this excellent mecha played a big role.

Among the genre mechs, there has always been a saying that the Thousand Soldiers who drive the galloping Thousand Soldiers are more than one step stronger than the Thousand Soldiers who drive other mechas. From this point, it can also be seen that the overwhelming advantage of Pentium over streamers.

And An Linton, who is the number one master of the Thousand Army Dao, doesn't remember how many times he has competed with Phantom Stream. Countless battles have given Arlington a strong understanding of the performance, strengths, and weaknesses of a mecha like Phantom Stream. It's all very clear.

It is particularly worth mentioning that in the previous competitions with Phantom Stream, Arlington has not lost a single record. So, when I saw the fat man get into the streamer cockpit. An Linton has initially established a mental advantage, no matter how good the fat man's skills are, at least at this moment, he feels very calm.

There was no superfluous nonsense, and the mechs on both sides started quickly, in the roar of the engines. The hydraulics of the mech's limbs made a dull and continuous grinding sound, and a moment later, with the sound of metal snapping when the drive lever was in place with a few "clangs", the two mechs finished stretching and entered combat mode.

An Lington was the first to attack, and the golden gallop kicked his leg suddenly, and pounced on the fat man.

"Parallel Leap!"

"Good!" Almost at the same time as the gallop start, a loud cheer erupted in the training ground.

I saw that the golden mecha was as fast as lightning, and even though the whole body was in the air, the gap from the ground was only two meters. Curled up and bent legs, as if it was a football flying close to the ground, the breakthrough trajectory is a straight line parallel to the ground, without the slightest undulation, which is the characteristic parallel vertical leap in the Qianjundao technique!

An Linton's opening assault technique is as light as a weight, and the mecha goes from stationary to extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, the air posture is wonderful. The precision of the movements is a must. Looking at the kneeling action of the mecha's group, when it came to the fat man, it was a kick that was coercive. Speed, power. The angles are impeccable.

The people present were all masters of mecha fighting, so they could naturally see the excitement of An Linton's hand, and immediately applauded.

How will a fat man cope?

No one thought that Arrington could win with such a blow, but when he saw that Pentium had approached the streamer, his mechanical legs went straight to his chest, and the streamer stood still like a piece of wood. Everyone couldn't help but sweat in their hands.

Just when the two mechs were about to collide together. The streamer finally moved!

One move. It's a storm!

Facing An Linton's chain kicks, the streamer stepped back and slapped his hands continuously.

The incomparable chain of kicks with one palm and two palms was blocked by the frenzied palm blows of the streamer, and the collision of the two mechs was like cold water poured into a hot oil pot. The crackling sound of metal clashing was as fierce and rapid as popping beans.

Between the stone, fire, and light, the two lights and shadows, one blue and one gold, have been mixed together.

The soldiers on the sidelines opened their mouths wide, their faces tingled with the wind caused by the mechas, and the thunderous sound of steel hitting made many people cover their ears.

After the more than ten legs kicked out by the golden gallop in an instant were dissolved, it was not frustrated, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

The technique of the Thousand Army Dao is already known for rushing into battle with one man, just like a thousand troops, and at this moment, An Lington has taken out all his skills, moving his hand speed at fifty-five times per second, turning the golden galloping fist into thousands of meteors, and the faster he fights. The raindrops of fists do not leave the key point of the streamer, let alone blocking, even the people on the side just look at it, and they feel breathless!

The Warriors were certainly dazzled, but Sade, Faun, and Bridgeman on the side were also at a loss for words.

I have heard that An Linton has the strength to promote the god of war, in the past few years, because the genres have become less and less competitive with each other, An Linton has hardly made a move, and everyone's understanding of him is still stuck in three years ago when he defeated a first-level mecha commander of the Lore Stream.

That time, under the fierce attack of the first-level mecha commander of the Killer Stream, An Linton brought the Thousand Army Dao techniques into full play, and he did not retreat from the battle. The two sides fought for a full hour, and with the mecha almost scrapped, An Lington surprised with a strange technique of the Thousand Armies and finally won.

That war caused a sensation throughout the free world, and from that time on, the Thousand Army Techniques of Thousand Armies established a reputation as a first-class technique. Even without the God of War, Qianjundao is firmly in the eighth place in the genre rankings. People don't dare to provoke easily.

Unexpectedly, three years later, Arlington has far surpassed his level back then. Judging from his control skills at the moment, even Sade and Bridgeman, who are third-level mecha war gods, are not sure to defeat him.

However, what is even more shocking is that no matter how fast and fierce An Linton's attack is, the streamer driven by the fat man is as if nothing happened in the golden fist light leg shadow. Keep it tight. The two of them fought fast, and for a while they couldn't tell who was attacking and who was defending.

In the field, the fat man soared into the air, hovering like a windmill. A kick to Arrington. An Linton did not retreat but advanced, his golden galloping body was short, dodging the whirlwind kick of the streamer, and then he stepped forward and stood up, swinging his fists horizontally, one left and one right, like two cannonballs. Straight to the streamer head.

"Good!" Thad couldn't help but scream. This technique of An Lington is the first-level technique progress hammer of Qianjun Dao! The subtlety lies not in the double-peaked habitual ear, but in the mecha's dodge, which is extremely fast.

In the match, if the opponent kicks in the air, it will inevitably reveal the empty goal, and it is difficult to escape from the opportunity to be killed by the skillful Thousand Army Dao Fighters with the exquisite attack technique. And An Lington has been immersed in the Thousand Military Dao techniques for decades. This dodge-in control has long been perfected. At this time, it was used, and in the eyes of everyone, it was lightning fast!

The head of the humanoid mecha has always been the key strike part of hand-to-hand combat, and once destroyed, the mecha's perception system and balance system will be damaged, even if it can still fight. The combat effectiveness will also be reduced by 50%! When a master fights, once the head is destroyed, it is basically a failure.

And the fat man's situation is more difficult than that of other fighters who have encountered this trick. The other fighters kicked and swept sideways, and finally had one foot on the ground as a support leg. As long as you are familiar with the way of playing, and dodge immediately after kicking the air, there is always a chance to escape. But at this time, the fat man's legs were empty. The action is beautiful, but it is just when the old power has lost its new power and has not yet been born, An Linton's fists are like poisonous snakes that have been waiting for an opportunity for a long time, and it is impossible to let go of such an opportunity!

There was a burst of exclamation. In the eyes of all. The defeat of the fat man is a foregone conclusion.

But. It's just their thoughts. Even, before this thought of theirs could pass through their minds, their exclamations were still in their ears, and the fight in the middle of the field had undergone earth-shaking changes.

An Lington was bound to hit the blue streamer, to be exact, it hit the phantom of the streamer! The two iron fists couldn't contain their momentum at all, and slammed into each other through the phantom, making a deafening loud bang.

At the same time, the streamer had changed direction several times in succession, appearing behind An Linton like a ghost, waving out one hand and knocking his fingers on the back of the galloping head.

The golden gallop stood in the center of the field as if it had been pointed.

This crisp metal knocking sound was far less than the symphony of gold and iron in the fight just now, but in Arrington, in the ears of everyone present, it was like thunder!

Although what they saw in their eyes was an afterimage, it didn't affect their ability to finally distinguish the trajectory of the blue mecha!

The fat man didn't hit the ground, and naturally he didn't send the head of the mecha under Arrington's fists. The blue streamer just stood up lightly in the air, and unexpectedly took off again, a backflip, out of the range of the golden galloping fists.

Immediately after that, there were several successive changes of direction. In an instant, he appeared behind An Linton. Then, the dust settled! He can punch Arrington's mech on the head, or punch it there and pierce it!

In the dead silence, Thad and Bridgeman pushed aside the four factions of fighters and bandit soldiers gathered in front of the computer of the data collector's terminal, and eagerly flipped through the combat data on the screen.

They know that trick. That's the Phantom Stream's genre technique - one to hundred!

There is no phantom stream of core techniques, and this technique is not very secretive. That's just two Level 2 basic techniques, a Level 3 formula, and a special technique. Many people in the free world know it, and many people have mastered it! Even Thad himself once pulled out a phantom.

However, who can use it like a fat man? Who can be as fast as lightning like him? Not to mention other genres, even the Phantom Stream, which has lost its core technique, has long been unable to truly transform one into a hundred!

No wonder Phantom Stream followed him so desperately, no wonder from the very beginning, Phantom Stream left the control area to move to Puluo Town!

With the eyes of Sade and Bridgeman, how could they not see that since this fat man could easily pull out four or five phantoms in such a small space in such a short period of time, he could naturally complete it at any time!

What they need now is confirmation!

The data is finally in front of you. From the fat windmill circling to the final end, it takes four seconds!

Thad and Bridgeman looked at each other stupidly, and suddenly, they didn't know if it was fear or surprise.

Two second-level basic skills, one third-level formula, plus the five special skills required by the five phantoms, without excluding the time required to land and strike, this fat man actually increased the time of these basic skills by seventy!

"God!" To wonderful.