How fast does it take to get the last name of a mech to the extreme?

Nobody knows.

Because, modern science and technology have developed machinery to a considerable height. At this height, there is almost no limit to the surname of the mecha! Even with a hand speed of 200 movements per second, no one dares to say that the mecha's surname can be fully utilized.

Just like a racing car in the ancient earth era, the design speed of the car will always be a little faster than the speed of human beings. No one can claim to be able to push a car to the limit of design speed in a race.

You must know that the level of science and technology at that time had already allowed human beings to fly in the sky at a speed several times the speed of supersound. If you want to, the speed of the car can make you afraid to even sit in it!

In addition to the limitations of the terrain, human reflexes and manipulation also limit the speed of the cars on the racetrack. It was not until later, with the advent of the era of genetic modification and optimization, and the emergence of flying cars that solved the problems of centrifugal force, tires and air flow, that human beings passed the addiction of more than 1,000 kilometers of cornering.

The same is true for the design of the mecha, the strength and speed of the mecha. To a large extent, it all depends on the user's extreme hand speed rather than the mech. For a long time, it was the controller himself who was restricting the ability of the mecha. No matter how good the mech designer is, if the hand speed of the mecha designer cannot meet the requirements, these functions will be useless after all.

There is a saying that "science and technology are people-oriented." ”

For thousands of years, the development of mecha has actually been the development of a compromise between technology and human control.

How to use the existing hand speed to execute more commands, how to simplify the control, and how to make the mecha more combative, this is the direction of mecha research.

And with the modern level of science and technology, after the surname of the mecha can be simplified to the extreme, there is finally a watershed, which is the gap between forty movements per second and fifty movements per second!

If the hand speed of 40 to 45 movements per second can give 50% of the mecha surname, then 50 movements per second can give 90% of the mecha surname!

This watershed was not created naturally by mechas, but by the limits of human hand speed! Because, in the case of the control streamlined to the limit, the designer is based on the highest hand speed, and they can only design the best products based on these hand speeds.

And those mecha designed with 30 movements per second and 40 movements per second as the limit hand speed can only meet the basic control of the mecha, just like ancient cars, no turbocharging, no high-horsepower engine, no special tires, no professional suspension and shock absorption system.

It's not that they don't want to assemble or can't assemble, but for some people with poor skills, even if they have these, they are still furnishings, and they don't have the ability to bring out the power of these devices.

Every mecha warrior knows that there is a difference between an eighth-level warrior and a ninth-level warrior. There are tens of thousands of mecha warriors in the universe who can reach the limit of forty-five movements per second, and there are no more than eighty ninth-level warriors in the universe who can really break through fifty movements.

Even if you add the civilian mecha masters of the non-military system, this number does not exceed two hundred!

When the hand speed exceeds 50 movements per second, the power of the mecha is not at all described as an increase in combat power by tens of percent, it is a realm that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Such mecha warriors, no matter what country they are in, are national treasure-level figures, and they have everything that the army can give that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, including rights, mechas, and treatment.

"Whoa!"

The fat man tried his best to escape, and although it was strange why Reinhardt didn't catch up, his mind was already occupied by the idea of leaving this hellish place as soon as possible.

After the fat man's hand speed reached fifty-six movements per second, [Logic's] posture changed very strangely, and in the jungle, this tattered [Monster] ran all the way in a rather or even extremely ugly posture, whether it was running, jumping, or moving, it was ugly, how awkward it looked.

However, this ugly and tattered [Warcraft] has amazing speed and agility! Wherever it roared, there was no movement except for a gust of wind whistling up dead leaves and a close movement in the treetops.

As if it was a gust of wind in itself.

No matter how dense the woods and how rugged the terrain was, it had no effect on this desecrated mecha. The uglier and more disgusting its movements, the faster it became, and it tumbled and jumped at high speeds, skimming over all obstacles in front of it, and no matter how narrow the woodland was, it would not touch a leaf. Surprisingly fast, smart and perverted!

"Fatty!" The little kid struggled to jump onto the fat man's shoulder: "Hey, fatty! ”

"What?" The fat man didn't look back, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you see that the fat man was running for my life?" If there's a fart, let it go! ”

"We—" the little kid's voice trembled a little, "We seem to have shaken him off!" ”

"Whoosh!" A Gacharin fighter plane swept through the sky outside the gap in the canyon above [Logic], the fat man trembled, dodged close to the cliff and did not dare to move, and waited for his brain to slowly calm down with surprise and joy, and then glanced at the Skynet radar of the mecha computer.

More than 20 kilometers away, the [Apollo] finally turned around after standing in a daze for a long time, and without hesitation, it galloped northwest at high speed, without any intention of turning back. In that direction, although it was the direction where the main force of the bandits and Bonnie fled, it was already three days ago!

The fat man breathed a long sigh of relief, and the whole person seemed to be paralyzed, and muttered, "I didn't dream, did I? ”

The little kid watched [Apollo] leave, and after a long time, he finally danced and said, "Haha, really, we really escaped, we didn't dream!" ”

"Fart! … Father... Kiss! ”

The little kid's ears heard the fat man's silver voice, which frightened it and looked stunned, but saw that the fat man had fallen asleep, and his mouth was talking in his sleep.

This night, I don't know how long I slept, Tian Xingjian was in a daze, only to feel a hot air baking his whole body from the inside out, his body seemed to be much lighter, and he felt like sitting on the clouds, and a trace of numbness involved the seven meridians and eight veins of the whole body, which was extremely comfortable.

It's just comfortable in the dream, but this slut closed his eyes, and moaned for a while, and the voice was so melodious that he could only hear that the little kid wanted to kick this lewd bastard out.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and I slept until night. After a long time of coming back to his senses, the fat man suddenly found that he was already dirty and smelly, running for three consecutive days, sweating profusely in his sleep, and the smell in the cabin was naturally very long.

"Fuck!" The fat man touched his face very self-pityingly, and while stripping himself naked, he patted the little kid who was watching Skynet on the side, and asked, "Help me see, are you thin?" ”

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the little kid continued to monitor Skynet with a stinky face, the fat man smiled, opened the mecha canopy, and a burst of fresh air rushed in, which lifted the spirit of the naked [***] ground fat insect.

"How? Where is our team? After breathing in the fresh air, the fat man jumped out of the mecha, ran naked for more than ten meters, and jumped into the small river on the other side of the canyon, while pouring clear and cold river water on his body, while screaming "babbling" in his mouth.

The little kid called up a few pictures of the satellite shooting site and said to the fat man: "They have arrived at the designated position, less than fifty kilometers away from the Tedanich logistics base in a straight line, and they are lurking, in addition, the freedom front has also been regrouped, and one of their mecha battalions has joined our troops......"

The Tedanich logistics base is the largest base in Gachalin, located only two hundred kilometers from Tanvir. This logistics base, which has two individual mechs and one medium-sized mecha maintenance and parts assembly line, used to be the target of the free front to focus on infiltrating and preparing for attacks, and all the information is in the fat man's head.

These materials even include four practical courses of action.

And now, a successful attack on this base has become an important condition for the bandit army to survive in Gacharin and to regain the combat effectiveness of the Freedom Front.

In the fat man's plan, plundering this base in the area controlled by Reinhardt can not only obtain the necessary supplies and the most scarce mecha accessories for the bandits, but also a considerable number of fully equipped mechs and weapons.

Once the plunder is successful, the bandit army will turn to break into the complex Tanville theater of operations.

As long as you get there, whether it is Stephen, who has a secret agreement with the Leray Federation, or Gordon, who lacks allies and combat strength, there is a possibility of cooperating with the bandit army.

As long as a certain amount of forces are integrated and the free front has space and time to develop, the fat man's mission will be completed, and the biggest advantage of getting there is that he may be able to get a medium-sized transport ship or even a battleship and leave this dangerous planet completely!

"But ......," the little kid stopped.

"But what?" The fat man rolled in the water with his bare white body, and asked in a cold and transposed voice.

"You'd better care about the woman, though......" The little kid sighed, "If you don't rush over, she probably won't have a chance to help you breed......

"Help!" The fat man wailed, threw himself into the water, and made a splash, as soon as he heard the news, he felt that he was about to collapse: "For three days, that stupid woman didn't run away? ”

The little kid said: "It's the mecha that has a problem, now, she's moving forward on foot, the strange thing is that the guy who chased you transferred the soldier who found the mecha, he searched nearby alone, and even the bioradar of the medium-sized transport ship is useless, it all relies on the thermal scanning of the mecha, I don't know why!" ”

The little kid's question, for the fat man, couldn't be simpler, he knew very well that Reinhardt would not allow anyone from the Mythical Legion to see a living Bonnie, with Bonnie's status and important surname in the Mythical Legion, every word she said about the truth about the coup d'état would lead the Mythical Legion into division!

There were many actions in which the mythical warriors were personally involved, and James also declared Reinhardt a traitor, if Reinhardt had a way to cover it up, then the words of Bonnie, the second in the legion of his childhood sweetheart, would be the most indisputable evidence!

In particular, what Bonnie said without any outside interference or threat could not be believed by the Warrior of Mythology.

"What should I do?" The fat man walked to [Logic] naked and dejected, and while opening the supply box and taking out a set of combat clothes to put on his body, he thought sharply in his heart: "Melancholy, relying on my own two hands and [Logic's] current state, I want to go back to Reinhardt, and designate it as the ending of the meat bun beating the dog." However, no matter what you say, you have to give an explanation for the style of the second criminal, if you run away like this, it won't be a man! ”

The fat man got into the cockpit silently, and the scene of meeting the hooligan with An Lei when he was a child appeared in front of him again, such a thing is absolutely not allowed to happen to him again. Even if you have to turn back and face the terrifying [Apollo]!

Sighing extremely melancholy, the fat man thought again, he had rested for so long, his energy had finally recovered, and he just ran away after saving people, there was still a glimmer of hope!

Having made up his mind, he closed the cockpit, activated the mech, and began the routine inspection. After the last battle, there is still more than half of the energy, and the mech still has 80% of the function. Best of all, the transformation feature is still there!

This may be my biggest support!

Sweeping the detection data of the mecha computer line by line, the fat man was suddenly stunned. He looked at the hand speed statistics that he usually barely looked at and was stunned: "3250!" Is there a problem with the computer or am I dazzled? He pushed the little kid and muttered, "You hit me, I'm dreaming!" ”

"Smack!" The little fart child did not hesitate, and happily slapped the fat man in the face, such an opportunity this little slut will never let go!

The fat man gasped in pain and scolded, "Fuck! Do you dare to hit me? ”

The little kid said timidly: "You told me to beat me!" ”

The fat man said angrily: "Fart, when did I call you to beat?" He scolded in his mouth, his eyes were still staring at the magical data, but he didn't suffer at all in his hands, and he slapped the little fart to the ground with a backhand slap, and then put his hands in front of his eyes, and said in disbelief: "Could it be that Lao Tzu is **, surging."

(To be continued)