The "Frost Mecha" is less than ten meters tall, but it is quite domineering, with an angular appearance design full of metallic texture.

In the dimly lit storeroom, the mecha took on a blue-gray color, and under the light of the lighting facilities, the fuselage was occasionally filled with silvery-white ripples.

"Do you know why it's called 'Frost Mech'?" The warden asked with interest as he looked at Frankie Mill, his face showing an indescribable pride.

"It's not very clear, I've only seen it once in the 150 Years of World Mecha Illustrated Guide." Frankimir shook his head and let out a long exhale of white smoke.

There was no heating in this storeroom, and the cold instantly hit everyone, making them shiver. Only Frank Mire, who wore the least, behaved the most calmly. This made the warden admire him, and Yulia, who stood by her, looked at Frankimir with an incredulous face, even though she had heard the warden say about it.

"Because the metallic surface of the 'Frost Mech' armor changes with the temperature and the surrounding environment, just like the chameleon we often say. In World War II, when fourth- and fifth-generation aircraft were flying all over the sky, the Siberian Corps used this antique-like 'frost mecha' to repel the Nazi division less than 200 kilometers away from Moscow, successfully defended Moscow, and made great achievements. It was they who turned the tide of battle and led to our victory in the Battle of Moscow, they were light, agile, and camouflage, and they were undoubtedly the best of the lightest main mechs. The Warden seemed to be telling Franky Mill why they had placed this "Frost Mech" in a prominent position in the storeroom, which was perhaps a source of pride for them.

Frank Mire swallowed, he didn't know much about the Second World War, and in his mind, as if it had never happened, he often wondered about it. He asked tentatively, "Is this what you want me to do?" ”

"yes, that's it, how's that? Great, isn't it? I'll have someone fill it up with coal, it's an old-fashioned third-generation machine, and you can't burn oil yet. This makes it seem a little weaker. Only the later improved Type II machine could be fueled by petroleum. At the top of the ladder is the cockpit. This is a one-man mecha, and one person is enough to control. Go up and try it, I think you'll love it, it's more powerful than women with big breasts and fat buttocks. ”

"Where? Where to go up? The position where Franky Mill was standing was just blocked by the metal thighs of the "Frost Mecha".

"It's the iron ladder over there, see if you see it, it's next to the anti-climbing rotating sawtooth."

"I'm afraid I'm a little ......" Frankimir raised his hand to show his locked hands and feet.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot about that."

The warden called for a guard and untied the shackles that bound Frankmir's hands and feet.

Frankmir then climbed up the ladder to the operator's cabin, which was quite spacious, larger than in the main battle tank.

The console in the cockpit resembles a crib, with operating devices in three directions, two two-way joysticks directly below the window, and two robotic arms lying horizontally above the joysticks. On the left is a complex keyboard with a number of secondary compound eyes, while on the right is relatively simple, with only four or five buttons and a joystick.

"How's that, it's great! I knew you were going to say that, you wait a little bit, they're coaling, and it'll be fine soon. The Warden shouted, fearing that if he wasn't loud enough, Frankimir inside the "Frost Mech" wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Warden, is this really okay? I'm worried, it's too dangerous. Kafka admonished in a low voice.

The warden looked at Kafka and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I know his father, and therefore him." ”

At this time, Frank Mire in the mecha was confused, these operation buttons were completely different from the training planes he had piloted, after all, there was a difference in the times.

The strong smell of engine oil in the cabin irritated Frankie Mill's olfactory nerves, making him dizzy and on the verge of vomiting. Perhaps to prevent rust and keep the mech's luster longer, the lube was smeared everywhere, making Frank Mireir very uncomfortable.

"Alright! Boy, do you see the row of buttons on your head? There are three of them, one is red, one is yellow, and one is blue. Of course, the blue one looks a little bit close to black. The warden shouted at Frank Mill with a loud voice.

Frankie Mill looked up and saw that inside a rectangular rectangular yellow and black on his head, there were three buttons about the size of a fist, exactly red, yellow, and blue.

"See! Then what do I do? Frankimir shouted, echoing from the metal walls of the operating cabin, almost deafening Frankimir.

"Red is the armed start button, blue is the boiler ignition button, and the yellow energy saving button is very important for this machine. Press it to turn it on, and press it to turn it off. See the keyboard on your left? ”

"What is this?"

"Why don't you know anything? The largest in the middle is the radar needle, on the right is the fuel gauge, on the left is the compass, and above the compass is the horsepower gauge. The keypad diagonally above the radar needle is the positioning system of the cannon, with three propulsion levers to select different types of shells, a yellow button to reload, and a red button to fire. The two two-way operating sticks in front of you are used to control the legs of the mecha, and the two mechanical arms on top are used to drive the arms of the mecha. And the buttons and joysticks on the right-hand side are all assisted, so you can try it slowly. For example, the red round-headed joystick allows the Frost's waist to rotate 360 degrees, the purple button opens or closes the cockpit door, the green joystick is used to reduce the cabin pressure, and you can slowly explore the rest yourself. All right! All right! Launch and give it a try. The warden's words were filled with irrepressible excitement.

Frankimir tentatively pressed the red start button, and the cabin immediately became brightly lit. Then he pressed the blue button again, and the "Frost Mech" began to roar, making the sound of a turbine idling at high speed, and the rhythm of the engine made Franmere's body tremble with random armor, shaking violently, making Frankmeir feel as if his body was not his own. After a while, all the mechanical joints of the "Frost Mecha" overflowed with hot white steam.

"Okay, try it, take a few steps first, take a few steps and see." The warden said excitedly.

Frankie Mill held the lever and pushed forward, and the sound of the turbine idling at high speed immediately turned into a combined sound of metal colliding. With a roar, the "Frost Mecha" pulled out his metal paw from the deep black earth and took a big step forward. The shaking of the machine made Frankimir feel a little dizzy, and he had not yet adapted to seeing everything in the world from such a height.

"Good, very good, come back! Go on! Don't stop! The warden shouted.

The joystick moved back and forth, the center of gravity shifted from one foot to the other, and soon Frankmir mastered the art of making the mech walk, which was much easier than he expected. The only deficiency is that when walking, it can't fully grasp the proportion of the shift of the center of gravity, so that the "Frost Mecha" is always swaying when walking, as if it is a little unstable. Despite the stumbling appearance, Frankimir was already very satisfied with himself.

"Beware! Oh, my God! It's okay...... I'll get it fixed. ”

An inattentive, cannon on the left shoulder of the "Frost Mecha" knocked off part of the corner of the storeroom door. It seems that Franky Mill has not yet been able to adapt to the massive size of the "Frost Mech", and he needs time to get used to his new body to avoid unnecessary damage.

Frankmir walked out of the storeroom and outside, when the warden said, "Try all, try all, try to move every joint, it's good for you." Don't worry, don't be restrained, this "frost mecha" is not paper paste, it is not that easy to break, you can try it boldly. ”

Frankimir began to try the various buttons in the cockpit one by one, and the "Frost Mecha" also emitted various strange roars, the temperature in the cockpit continued to rise, and Frankimir's sweat was dripping down desperately.

"Pay attention to the pressure of the steam, if the pressure is too high, open the gas valve, which can release the pressure of the overheating, or you can close the vent of the small boiler to reduce the contact between the coal and the air, thereby reducing the steam pressure."

watched the "Frost Mecha" stagger, and even fell to the ground several times. Yulia, who had always stood by and remained silent, still thought that the warden's plan was too unreliable, which was another proof that he always liked to be overconfident, so she couldn't help but ask, "Is this really feasible?" I can't rest assured at all. ”

"He's been great, exceeded my expectations. Just give him a little more time and he will be able to fully master the technique, everyone has a first time, I have a lot of confidence in him, and you have to have faith in him. ”

"I have a lot of confidence in myself, I just don't have confidence in him."

"To have confidence in your partners is to have confidence in yourself."

At this time, the "Frost Mecha" made a loud noise, and from the chimney of the boiler, a huge white smoke of steam went straight into the sky, and the steam and the clouds quickly merged into one, and no one could distinguish between them.

Gradually, Frankmir has been able to operate the "Frost Mecha" flexibly and freely, the mecha's footsteps are free, both rapid and knees-free, arms can be coordinated, and he can also pose to dodge attacks, Frankmir gradually felt that the body of the "Frost Mecha" was like his own body, and Frankimir and the "Frost Mecha" finally reached a state of harmony.

Then the warden said to Frankimir: "Attack! Try the attack! Target a distant pine tree for an effective attack! ”

"Really?"

"Trust me, you're going to love this baby."