Motorized aspect

Chapter 37

"Millie, you... traitor, traitor, how could you easily join the enemy camp!"

"Stop making trouble Wei Wei, do you still remember your dream?"

"dream?"

"Yes, Weiwei has been working hard, hoping to one day work hard at Fenglei Guwu Military Academy - as you know, mecha combat is actually an enlarged version of martial arts, and the military only learns basic skills tutorials. To truly control a mecha, you need to have excellent skills."

Sheng Qiangwei nodded understandingly, naturally understanding the meaning of Emily's words.

In machine warfare, once two drivers with the same hand speed meet, the victory scale tends to lean towards the one who has a deep understanding of the aircraft and is good at operating it. The so-called operation is the foundation of the fighting.

Only the side that can fight, knows how to fight, and has a strong physique to withstand the limit has a better chance of winning. This is especially important in a well-matched contest, because one side will lose in terms of skills. But some can't get it out.

Of course, this is under the condition of excluding hot weapon combat and only talking about individual melee combat. Melee combat often happens on white-clothed and red-clothed bodies, that is, red-clothed elites and white-clothed ace drivers in the usual sense.

Ace elite pilots are not just grabbing a lot of sand. Their personal abilities cannot influence the situation of the battle, but they cannot ignore their battlefield positioning. On the contrary, high morale will play a decisive role in a battle. This is their pivotal position.

The performance of the aircraft used by that group of people is far superior to that of ordinary soldiers, and even more so, they have exclusive models. Sheng Qiangwei’s dream is to become a legendary black-clothed pilot, a true superpower that surpasses the red-clothed elites and white-clothed aces. Pilot, this ideal may be too far away. So far, there have been only two black-clad legends in the Federation over the past few hundred years, while red-clad elites are not uncommon.

It has to be said that this is a kind of sadness. Even the free federation of Atlanta, which has a population base of 2050 billion and controls multiple star fields, has not seen such an existence for more than 100 years. However, humanities and technology are developing rapidly, which is different from education. Ideas are also inextricably linked.

After all, in this era of peaceful development, all the major forces are fighting on a small scale. Even in the resource war with the Saudi Empire, both sides carefully avoided the red warning line and mostly placed the battlefield on undeveloped planets. , similar to the 103 colony star.

In fact, being an elite in red is already very satisfying for Sheng Qiangwei, but she really can't figure out why Emily, who has always ignored Gu Wu, also has a strong interest in Gu Wu?
"Millie, why did you ask him for advice?"

"I want to beat him."

"Hmph, what can that kid hand over? It's better to ask the old curator for advice."

When Emily heard this, she secretly looked around and whispered in Sheng Qiangwei's ear, "To tell you the truth, I think Feng Yi is much more reliable than Grandpa."

Sheng Qiangwei was speechless for a moment, this Emily is really a traitor, not only was sentenced to camp, even her own grandfather betrayed, "Millie, what kind of ecstasy soup did that guy give you? If I don't go, You will definitely ask that guy for advice."

"Yes." Emily nodded her head without thinking like a chicken pecking rice. She didn't feel rushed at all because of her thoughtless answer. Her idea was very simple, as long as she did the same amount of training as Feng Yi, It is also possible to reach that height.

Sheng Qiangwei almost collapsed. Why did Emily lose her self-esteem as a genius? She slowly lowered her head and said, "If it's just a matter of asking for advice, it's not impossible. Let me think about it carefully." There was no time left for Sheng Qiangwei to think about it. Not much, it turns out that being reserved is ridiculous, someone has already taken action at this time.

On the night Feng Yi left, a certain fatty ran to Feng Yi's room panting with reluctance. The fat man decided to persuade him with reasoning, and soon there was a knock on the door...but within two seconds, the door was gently pushed by the fat man open.

"Brother Feng, I knew you were here. Fat Tiger came to ask for advice today." Fat Pei smiled and showed a flattering face. No matter how you look at it, his naive look is closely related to wretchedness. Except for him, no one thought of Feng Yi who ran away. He even ran back to his room three times and two times.

Frankly speaking, this fat guy is a fucking bitch at heart. He was born in a military family. When he was kicked by his family and sent to the Kung Fu Dojo, he hoped that this kid would show up. Now he lives next door to Feng Yi. In short, Feng Yi can do it every day. I heard this guy's sinister laughter.

Fatty's feeling to Feng Yi can be summed up in one sentence as cowardly, lazy, shameless and vulgar, at least not bad in nature, because of this, Feng Yi has no resistance to Fatty, seeing this acquaintance suddenly barge into the room , Feng Yi waved his hand: "Remember to close the door, I don't want to be harassed."

"Ah? Close the door?" The fat man was startled, with a terrified expression on his face, he backed away a few steps before turning around and trying to escape: "Brother Feng, we are familiar, I... I am still a virgin, I never do anything Kee stuff."

Feng Yi choked out a sip of water, damn it, he got acquainted with this fat man without even chatting a few words, and was mistaken for a gay guy, this bitch is really disgusting himself.

"If you don't want to go to the Three Treasures Palace, tell me why you are here." Feng Yi put down his military books and lay down on the bed with Erlang's legs up.

"Hey, buddy, I was just joking just now, and you know that I'm not very capable, so come here and ask me two tricks." Before he finished speaking, the fat man took out an old military magazine from behind, "This book It is a limited collector's edition released in the early days, including the introduction of the early models of the Federation. I heard that you have a habit of reading mecha books, brother. How many generations of treasures, we all live next door, look down and see, brothers like to take a look."

This guy's mouth is very sophisticated, and he changed from a buddy to a brother as soon as he talked, and the speed with which he got closer than the city wall after his face was really outrageous.

Feng Yi's eyes lit up suddenly when he heard the words, other books really couldn't shake it, but this kind of antique is different, but Feng Yi rejected it: "Brother Hu is being polite, it's okay to say something, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's better to save the book, how about showing it to me."

"Brother, have you met again, haven't you? Which one of us is with whom, just take it if you like it."

"Respect is worse than obedience. Since the fat brother sincerely gave it, I will accept it."

Feng Yi, who had been pushing the tone just now, made a 360-degree turn in an instant. The fat man couldn't help but take a breath when he heard this. Countless beasts were racing in his heart... Damn it, I said I would lend it to you, but I didn't even tell you to give it to you. .

(End of this chapter)