After realizing the shortcomings in the mecha he designed, Yang Lei seemed to be on the same bar as the four-legged monster on the drawing, and used the eraser in his hand to draw and draw, draw and erase, and suddenly, after repeating it several times, he stopped the movement in his hand, threw the pencil, rubbed his temples, and tried to soothe his already numb brain.

"Can I smoke a cigarette?"

In fact, Yang Lei didn't mean to ask the old man for consent at all, because when he spoke, he had already flexibly thrown a God of War cigarette into his mouth and held it, and after lighting it, he began to ponder about the design drawings again, first of all, he felt that if he wanted to solve this problem, he should start with the title first and prescribe the right medicine!

On the practicality of the Earth mecha on the Martian battlefield, etc...... Practicability? That's the point!

"Oh my God! Forgive me for ignoring the most important part," Yang Lei patted his heavy head and sighed.

Seeing Yang Lei's remorseful look, the corners of Konstantin's mouth raised slightly, it seems that the gold hidden in the desert in front of him has finally opened up.

Immediately, he walked into the distance, and in order not to disturb Yang Lei, he quietly turned off the gramophone and carefully preserved the black-and-white replica record.

The two parallel legs designed before were removed, and Yang Lei replaced them with tracked wheels under the turret, although this lost the flexible mobility of the leg design, but at the same time made up for the defensive blind spot just now, and Yang Lei took into account the firepower, and also added a lot of auxiliary weapons, and even on both sides and rear of the mecha, there are special electromagnetic guns, so that even if the main cannon barrel can't react, there is no need to worry about being attacked by the enemy.

"You ......" When Konstantin returned to the table again, after looking at the crooked design drawing, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, especially the anti-gravity track, and said on the spot: "Aren't you a tank?!" ”

For Yang Lei, whose painting level has belonged to the abstract school since he was a child, this has done his best.

"That's right" took a deep puff of cigarette, Yang Lei looked at Konstantin with an ugly face, he was not afraid at all, and the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger and said: "It turns out that in the early days of human beings on the battlefield on Mars, the use of humanoid mecha was not suitable for combat at all, at most it could only be developed in engineering, and the way of control also needed to be changed." ”

"Nonsense!" Konstantin no longer looked at the thing that was completely indistinguishable from the tanks of the Federation today, and simply sat down in his chair and closed his eyes, crossed his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't forget, old man! According to today's military technology of the Federation, the traditional keyboard and joystick methods must be used by the pilot, and on the Martian battlefield in the harsh environment, unless there is a new type of control, the driver will be shocked to death......"

"And it's best to use remote neural wave control!"

"Remote neural wave manipulation?"

Hearing Yang Lei's words, Konstantin opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had thought of something, and said in a lost voice: "You mean to let the driver and the mecha have a spiritual link?" But today's MS has not even developed the nervous system of the mecha itself, let alone the establishment of a remote control mode. ”

"Although it is a little difficult to connect remotely for now, it is not impossible to give the mecha a neural response system!" After speaking, Yang Lei took his eyes off Konstantin's cunning face, not knowing whether he was attracted by something, or deliberately avoiding something......

God, how could he have leaked Asimov's exclusive secret in such a thrill?

"Wait......" Konstantin heard this theory for the first time, which undoubtedly aroused a strong exploration in his heart, and immediately asked: "If this new type of mecha can really be invented, then does it mean that mankind will usher in a new era of mecha and enter the age of interstellar navigation?" ”

"Of course, just...... I'm afraid it will take a long time for the arrival of this new type of mecha, because the first thing to consider is whether there are willing testers" Yang Lei thought that if the neural response system was really created, it would mean that the human subconscious mind would be controlled by a mecha, so whether it was a person controlling the mecha or a mecha controlling people?

"Complement each other, use the pilot's spiritual power as the driving force, and ban the battery and the outside energy ......" Konstantin fell into deep thought for a long time, and finally said with relief: "What a powerful spiritual power this should require, even the ace pilots under the Federation may not be able to do it, but ...... Since the storm broke out, there should have been many genetically mutated people on Earth, the Anomalous?! ”

"Hah! How could I have forgotten this, it is not uncommon for psychic supernatural beings to undergo high-intensity radiation mutation in this era, if among them are to choose a tester with qualified psychic power...... What a perfect proposition! ”

Looking at Konstantin, who had fallen into that state of selflessness again, Yang Lei shook his head helplessly, and sighed in his heart: Didn't he dig a pit and jump in by himself?

Constantine, who is over half a hundred years old, has survived since the end of the storm, and is also one of the few survivors, neither devoured by the ferocious mutant beast, nor affected by the slightest radiation, so he is lucky, but now, he has a longing to be contaminated by radiation at that time, because in this way, he can experience it for himself, which is a terrible and exciting idea......

"Little ghost, since you can say this, it means that you must be a spiritual powerhouse?" Thinking that he was not allowed because of his congenital conditions, he immediately hit Yang Lei with his idea, hooked his fingers enough, and asked treacherously.

"Forehead ......"

It can be said that Yang Lei's intestines are about to regret now, but although he scolded his mother in his heart, he didn't have too much expression on his face, and excused himself: "Me? What kind of international joke, do you think I am like an alien? I'll tell you the truth, I actually have a problem here......"

There is no way, so far, he can only self-destruct three views, and then Yang Lei pointed to his head and said: "It's not early, I have to go back to class, old man, I won't play with you!" ”

Just when he ran out of the door, he suddenly felt a huge suction behind him, and his body retreated uncontrollably, and when he saw the strange Konstantin who was laughing, he knew that he couldn't wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"The more you depict it, the darker it gets!" Looking at Yang Lei, who looked innocent and innocent, Konstantin reprimanded: "Although I am old, my head is still good, stinky boy, I really treat me as an idiot!" ”

"Don't!" Yang Lei had the feeling of being a guinea pig being caught for experiments, and the ghost cried wolf: "Let me go!" ”

"Be quiet!"

A shout of reprimanding made Yang Lei suddenly frightened and his soul was about to fly, and he didn't know what kind of exercise this old man used just now, could it be the long-lost star-absorbing Dafa on the rivers and lakes?

He shouldn't have come to this place today!