The mecha piloted by Wei Jianshan is a hurricane modified mecha.

This kind of mecha, the fat man once had one, which was given by the owner of the invincible mecha maintenance shop. Originally, there was a meaning to envelop him to help as a technical consultant, but who knew that after all these years, the fat man had never been there once. That mech, which was dumped in Tanvir Christina's paladin mech company, now I don't know what happened.

Originally, the characteristics of Tailiu's genre techniques were known for their strength and defense, and they did not cooperate with hurricanes that focused on speed. However, as a second-level mecha god of war, Wei Jianshan has a hand speed of nearly seventy movements, which is enough to give full play to the characteristics of Tailiu's technique while taking into account some other aspects. Therefore, this hurricane mecha, which is relatively mainstream in human society, has become his special mecha for the past two years after being specially modified to strengthen its attack power and increase its engine power.

was provoked by the fat man, Wei Jianshan's hand speed of sixty-nine movements per second was launched with all his might, and the command light of the mecha computer suddenly flashed wildly. One by one, on the computer check screen, densely packed and scrolling.

With the roar of a huge engine, a hurricane tiger swooped up. The low-pressure area formed by the mecha's instantaneous sprint, when it was backfilled by air, the wind was fierce and howling. The dust on the ground seemed to be pulled and thrown away by an invisible hand, and it was overwhelmingly swept up.

In the eyes of the bandit soldiers watching from the sidelines, the advance of Weijian Mountain can only be described as lightning. The strength of the second-level mecha god of war is really extraordinary, plus this period of time. This guy uses his power for personal gain, and he ponders the practical combat norms given by the fat man all day long, and his control skills have improved by one percent compared to before. The volley slammed into the mecha on the ground, and the illusion was like lightning and thunder.

And in the eyes of a scientific monster with a well-developed mind and a thin body, the activation of this mecha is no different from the collapse of the sky. In the wind, these big, thin, strangely shaped guys. One by one, they ran into the distance, for fear that Wei Jianshan and the fat man would make a mistake and affect the pond fish.

In an instant, the hurricane had already shot in front of the phantom streamer mecha piloted by the fat man, Wei Jianshan pushed the control stick with his left hand, and with a few swings in succession, the mecha engine suddenly let out a scream, and the hurricane contracted and slammed out his fists. There was a dull "bang" sound of breaking the air, and it went straight to the front of the streamer's chest.

Time. It was as if it had frozen all of a sudden.

Fast and slow, at this moment there is no boundary. In the feelings of everyone on the sidelines, the hurricane's advance was like a light that didn't have time to blink, and their attention was just focused. It was frozen in the moment when the hurricane's fists were about to hit the streamer.

That's less than a tenth of a second. It's as long as thousands of years.

"Shameless!" With a scream that everyone is extremely familiar with, time has resumed its original footsteps, and the frozen picture suddenly flows, "Touch people's Mimi!" ”

The obscene fat man, who did not have the demeanor of the top general of the bandit army, shouted loudly. In the shout, a strange picture appeared in everyone's eyes.

Hurricane is close at hand. In an eerie regression of the streamer. It's like hitting an invisible wall, faster than the agile castration of a meteor. Suddenly, it turned into hard and sluggish slow motion. As Streamer's hands crossed two circles in front of his chest, and the mecha's arms intersected, the hurricane suddenly lost his balance, stumbled and stumbled past Streamer.

The jaws of the bandit soldiers on the sidelines almost dropped in shock, and everyone understood that these actions of the hurricane, appearing in the mecha fight, had already failed. As long as the streamer launches an attack at will, the hurricane will be destroyed.

It was easy to control the mecha, and Wei Jianshan sat in the cockpit in a daze. Just now, he suddenly felt that the mecha was out of control. It's like, there is an invisible rope that binds his hands and feet, and he can't use it no matter what.

Obviously, there is no contact with the fat man, but the invisible resistance is real. And when the fat man drew a circle with his arms, the mecha couldn't help himself, and a sideways action he was about to make was just activated, as if he had been pulled by someone.

"What's going on?" After checking to make sure that his mecha was fine, Wei Jianshan was going crazy.

If the mecha martial arts that the fat man showed before gave him a feeling of looking up to the mountains, now, it is a feeling of fear! This guy who hasn't been in shape all day long, where did he get so many weird things, and do you want other fighters to live?

"Come and touch me." The fat man was proud: "I'll tell you when I touch it." ”

What else can I say to such a slut, Wei Jianshan pounced silently, and the fist that the hurricane slammed over his face was like a meteor shower. He didn't believe it, he couldn't even touch the dead fat man.

"The sun comes out to feed, Mimi is in her sister's arms, counting the stars"

Amid the fat man's obscene clichés that made him want to slap him a few times, the training ground was dusty again, and the two mechs were entangled together, fists and feet were fighting back and forth in the dark. Both sides took out the ability to press the bottom of the box, and the speed of the mecha was the fastest, and only two phantoms could be seen in the flash.

But the strange thing is that no matter how hard you fight, there is not the slightest sound of collision except for the screaming of the mecha engine, the sound of footsteps when moving, and the sound of mechanical movement. When fighting in that kind of mecha fight, the familiar symphony of gold and iron has never appeared from beginning to end.

This scene looks weird.

The more Wei Jianshan fought, the more frightened he became. He knew that there must be something strange about the streamer driven by the fat man. Especially the arms of the mecha, within the control range of these two iron arms, the strange force field is unpredictable. Sometimes it's drag, sometimes it's gravity. Leave him at a loss. The familiar control of the mecha has completely changed, either using too much force or being unable to do it. A simple second-level action will also make a mistake under the influence of the fat man's ground force field.

But. After a period of adaptation, Wei Jianshan has gradually mastered a trick, decades of mecha combat training, after all, it is not bragging, whether it is skills, experience or vision, Wei Jianshan is second to none. In response to the fat man's force field, he began to think more about the changes in his follow-up actions, and used a lot of false moves.

And at this time, the fat man also followed Wei Jianshan's movements. It's time to change tactics. He picked up the pace of his feet and tried to distance himself as much as he could.

Such a good test opponent, the fat man doesn't want to waste it. After learning about the effect of the magnetometer on his opponent's attacking ground, the fat man began to experiment with how to use the force field to change his movements.

When the fat man's hand speed increased to seventy movements per second, the whole world was quiet.

The hurricane kicked its feet and rushed forward in a straight line like a cannonball. The right fist slammed out. The streamer retreated, like a dandelion stirred by the fist wind. Drift away

The hurricane raised its legs and kicked up, and the streamer stood up in the air, like a big bird with flapping wings, fluttering up

Hurricane kicked the ground on one leg. Soaring into the sky. Streamer light and flying body. It was as if a big stone had been tied to it, and it sank suddenly

The hurricane struck down in the air, like a shadow, the streamer body was like a swimming fish, and the rippling water waves, twisted with the trend, and had already fled, slippery and fast

Two mechs. In the middle of the training ground. Continued their rapid offense and defense. The two phantoms are intertwined, one after the other.

People gathered around. I stared blankly, and my mind went blank. No one can describe their mood at the moment in words, and everyone is confused.

What is this?

The mecha warriors who have been dealing with mecha all their lives can't figure out whether what is jumping in their field of vision is a mecha powered by a metal structure and engine, or a living ghost emerging from the underworld?

How can these actions be done by a mecha?

They have been dealing with mecha all their lives, they are familiar with every part of the mecha, and they know every movement and posture of the mecha well, but the streamer in front of them has completely subverted the mecha understanding they have built up all their lives.

The most excited on the sidelines are none other than the Frankensteins of the Black Devil Studio, led by the old black man Belt. Their eyes were shining, their noses were tuffing, and their breathing was rapid. They all looked proud and nervous, which was more exaggerated than when the fat man traveled long distances to Silicon Valley to pick them up.

They never imagined that in their eyes, a product inspired by chance, a chicken rib that did not solve a key problem, would have such a miraculous effect! The magnetometer succeeded, and, without exaggeration, this success, marked a new era of mechas!

The test mecha piloted by the fat man, whether it is the structure and appearance materials or the performance data of the ten major systems inside the mecha, are all exactly the same as other streamer mechas.

More, just a magnetometer and an extra engine to work with the magnetometer.

Who is Wei Jianshan, that is the second-level god of war standing at the top of the pyramid of the folk mecha fighting world. However, in front of the test mecha controlled by the fat man, he couldn't even touch the fat man.

In the whole fight, there is no longer any point in fighting, if the fat man wants to kill him, he has fifteen chances to kill Wei Jianshan in one fell swoop.

This is definitely a revolution in the history of mechas!

Everyone in the Black Devil Studio was rejoicing in shock, they were shocked by the thing they had created, they were glad about their fate, they were glad that they had met the fat man.

Not only because the fat man saved them, but more because of the fat man's vision.

In the world, Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have.

The fat man was not only keenly aware of the true use of the magnetometer, pointing out the direction for the scientists, and he also personally participated in the later research of the magnetometer, in just ten days, the scientists solved the common problem of the nodes and materials of the magnetometer under the leadership of the fat man, and came up with a design scheme that could be used to match the engine of the magnetometer.

Some scientists lowered their heads and stared blankly at their hands, the mecha competition in front of them telling them that they were using these hands. A miracle was created.

"Ping-pong", a crisp metal crash, interrupted the thoughts of everyone on the sidelines. They stared intently, slowly dissipating and sinking into the dust, and the two mechs that could only see dazzling phantoms had stopped.

The fat man lost?!

This answer, which should have been without suspense, makes people feel so surprised at the moment. Everyone seems to have a delusion, as if no matter how bizarre and unfavorable the competition is. Fat people don't lose. It's normal how many games he wins, it's strange that he loses.

The streamer's mecha cockpit opened, and the fat man jumped down with a frustrated expression. Looking at the scientists gathered around, he smiled bitterly and said, "There is no energy." ”

"Out of energy?" The scientists were stunned. This test mecha still has at least half a box of solid compression energy! You must know that a box of energy can meet the needs of tens of thousands of kilometers of high-load marching, and can also support thousands of energy cannons and non-stop high-intensity combat for a full seventy-two hours. Half a box of energy, how can it take more than 30 hours?

But. How much time has this been? It's less than an hour! The energy is gone? Belch rushed to the mech and pulled the energy cap open. With the push of a button, the energy box slowly moved out of the mech. Everyone looked over, but saw that the mecha box was empty. In addition to the dozen or so miniature mechanical pliers that divide and transport solid energy blocks. Nothing. Check the energy liquefier, it's also empty.

"This" everyone looked at each other, and they couldn't help but be a little frustrated. When they were doing the design, they knew that the magnetometer and the special engine consumed a lot, and everyone was mentally prepared, but they never expected that this consumption would be so terrifying.

A mecha without energy. That's a pile of scrap metal. Or a live target! It doesn't matter if you have a hand speed of 1,000 movements per second! Half a box of energy lasted less than forty minutes, waiting for the battlefield. After an hour or two, it will not be slaughtered.

"Say!" Wei Jianshan didn't care about some Frankenstein with his head drooping, grabbed the fat man and said, "Hurry up and tell me, what's going on?" ”

The fat man smiled and explained the principle of the magnetometer.

Wei Jianshan's eyes straightened when he heard this, he was the first person who had personally tasted the taste of that kind of force field, how could he not understand what this thing meant.

"You're traveling two hundred kilometers just for this thing?" Wei Jianshan finally understood.

The fat man nodded his head widely. "You're provoking me just to test this thing?" Wei Jianshan's face was not good.

"What!" The fat man's eyes glared: "You bite me?!" ”

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and Wei Jianshan said angrily: "Lao Tzu's reputation is discredited, you can't say nothing at all, right?" ”

"You want me to equip your mechs with this stuff too?" The fat man, a psychological master, how could he not know that Wei Jianshan was so thoughtful, squinting his eyes, and his eyebrows were raised to his forehead.

Wei Jianshan nodded honestly.

"No way!" The slut looked selfless: "This thing consumes too much energy, and it hasn't reached the application stage yet." ”

"Phew!" Wei Jianshan jumped like thunder, grabbed the fat man's collar, and said angrily: "They don't know, I still don't understand?" This thing works, in a matter of seconds! If you don't attack, half a box of energy can make me miss more than a dozen times, and if you take the initiative to attack me with a full box of energy, won't you die hundreds of times? ”

The scientists' eyes lit up. On the battlefield, at critical moments, opportunities, once is enough!

The fat man bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard, and when he saw Wei Jianshan angry, he immediately softened, and lowered his eyebrows: "Pretend, can't I pretend to be the first one for you?" ”

In the midst of the noise, Markwich appeared next to the fat man and whispered.

"Colonel Tian."

"How?" The fat man looked at the dark-faced Markavich and asked.

The crowd consciously dispersed.

Markvich reported: "The two Souss armored regiments of the Northern Commercial Alliance have reached 230 kilometers from the Navarra Plain, less than sixty kilometers from the Pinchling line of our army. The antenna has detected a large number of free signals from the opposing side, and from the density analysis, the opposing party has at least two platoons of electronic mechs. ”

"Two platoons?" The fat man frowned deadly.

He understands that this time he is no longer facing the old men of the free world who do not understand modern warfare at all. Now, the place that is ready to attack itself is the Suss Empire, which has 80 million standing troops, and has been constantly preparing for a hundred years, always ready to start a world war.