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  Chapter 103 The road to becoming an iron pilot is still far away

  In this mediocre mecha game, the players also started as an ordinary rifleman.

  It’s just at the beginning of the game, unlike the first glimpse of the promotional film, the iron-blooded iron pilot controls the mecha across the battlefield. The beginning of the game is just a simulation cabin for learning and practice.

  After a set of simulated training was completed, the instructor Lastimosa also boarded his mecha.

  【The training is not bad, Rifleman Cooper, we will train you to be an iron pilot, not today. 】

   Following the plot, the player turns into a meteor from the transport plane and descends from the sky through the thick clouds to the battlefield. When Yinzi got out of the lifeboat, the screen was still in a state of dizziness. Yinzi was stunned, "Where is my mecha?"

  Looking around, there are no operable mechas around, and there are only exploding artillery fire in front, stimulating flying rocks and sparks.

  There are only corpses and wreckage from the flames of war.

   Before he had time to think, the soldiers around him were roaring wildly,

  【Forward, forward, forward! Beware of Ghost Warriors! 】

  【We can't stay here any longer! go! 】

  【Is there still our pilot in this area? 】

  In the flames of war, the people around them would not consciously roar loudly when speaking, and the voice of tearing their throats could not be heard very clearly amidst the sound of the flames of war.

"Rifleman?" The moment he appeared on the battlefield with a rifle in his hand, everyone was silent, because on this kind of iron-blooded battlefield, the rifleman charging forward without any defense is not that big compared to the cannon fodder. the difference.

When they knew that the mech game made by the old thief was also an FPS game, everyone felt a little disappointed that the old thief did not come up with a mecha game beyond people's imagination, but that kind of disappointment The psychology is just a flash.

  After the game was officially released, the joy of playing a new game overwhelmed all negative emotions.

  When you first entered the game, under the guidance of the instructor Lastimosa, the players conducted a mecha practice in the simulation cabin. At that moment, you seemed to be a real iron pilot.

   When you are ready to fight, but appear on the battlefield as a rifleman.

  ‘If you fight local mechs as a rifleman...it’s unique, it’s the style of an old thief. '

  ‘Mech shooter is like me shooting mechs. '

  ‘But I still want to control the mecha by myself! '

  …

  If you recall the previous plot, you will know that not everyone is qualified to be a pilot. Before the battle begins, everyone is about to go to the battlefield.

  Cole, who is also a captain, called Captain Lastimosa, who guided our simulation teaching, as the officer. From the details, we can see the status of the iron pilot.

  This kind of top hunters on the battlefield who can control Titans is also a rare existence.

   The urging voices of comrades-in-arms keep ringing in your ears, constantly urging you to move forward, move forward! forward!

"You all sprayed this, I didn't spray it. The old thief's game is to make me evolve from paramecium. I will think that the old thief must have his reasons for doing so." Brother Yin watched the game while playing the game. It has become a regular operation for anchors to watch the barrage information during the game break.

  'We didn't spray it, I just complained. '

  ‘But it’s true, I really can’t guess what he’s thinking. '

  ‘I haven’t played that so-called old thief game. Recently, there have been a lot of advertisements, and all marketing accounts are scolding this person. I think you are completely PUAed. '

  …

   While killing enemy soldiers, Brother Yin saw a different barrage.

   "Where did Heizi come from?" Brother Yin frowned and looked at the barrage.

  Recently, he found the rhythm of the marketing account very annoying. As a player, can he not know whether the old thief's game has lost its standard?

   Now seeing this kind of black guy who doesn't play games enter his live broadcast room, just seeing him speak will make him feel angry.

"You said you don't play old thief games. Why did you come into my live broadcast room, brother?" Yinzi looked at the barrage angrily. On the screen, a huge mech descended from the sky, hitting Yinzi who was charging directly. fell to the ground.

  The huge impact made him fall to the ground, unable to move. Bullets kept passing by the mecha. From the angle of looking up, he could clearly see the details of the enemy mecha.

   "Handsome!" Seeing that giant steel beast raised its foot and was about to step on him, the cold steel was covered with blood, and it had already trampled one life after another.

  In this ruthless and cold-blooded battlefield, how can flesh and blood resist the steel armor?

  At this moment, all that can be seen is the black sky dyed blood red by the endless artillery fire.

  Obviously death is imminent, Yinzi has no fear of death in his eyes at all, only excitement and excitement in his eyes.

  The image of steel colliding with flesh constantly stimulates people's senses.

   The more powerless you are to resist, the more you will feel how powerful the mecha is on the battlefield.

  The artillery fire from the rear support was timely, and the mecha in front of me was repelled. What followed was Captain Lastimosa's flying attack.

  Instructor Lastimosa came down from the Titan to check our injuries, and the mecha was automatically resisting the artillery fire from a distance.

   "Lastimosa, the enemy Titan is the top hunter." BT's cold voice came from the front, and just a few simple words shook our hearts that had just settled down again.

  We were unable to move after being injected with recovery drugs by our mentor, and we could only watch helplessly as Captain Lastimosa fell slowly under the beating and sneak attack of the enemy Titan.

  Consciousness gradually disappears, and the picture becomes darker and darker.

  When the consciousness regained consciousness, the hounds were biting our bodies, and the battlefield after the artillery fire was only full of corpses.

  The mecha not far away got up and raised its arm, and launched a final attack towards us.

  The Hound fell to the ground and died, the mecha slowly stood up, the hatch opened, and Captain Lastimus fell out, at this time he was unable to stand up again.

   "BT..." He spoke with difficulty, his breath exhausted.

   "Transfer authorization to new Pilot."

   "Connect, Bravo-Tango-Seven-Two-Seven-Four."

  At the end of his life, Captain Lastimus grabbed us, "Cooper, use my Titan, use my helmet and jump gear."

   "This is not just for fun." At the end of his life, his eyes widened and his grip on us became stronger.

   At the end of his life, he was giving the last order for us ordinary riflemen.

   At the end of the speech, the captain fell on his back. There was no wind at this time, but the candle of his life had already been extinguished.

   "Take care of... BT..."

  Finally, the players looked helplessly at the mentor who had lost his life, and the huge steel mecha behind him.

  Obviously the player doesn't have a strong relationship with Captain Lastimosa, so he rushed to the battlefield quickly from the beginning of the game.

   Facing his last last words, the player couldn't help but panic. This time, it's really not a simulator, nor is it just playing casually.

   Now, the player seems to be beginning to really understand that sentence.

   There is still a long way to go to become a Pilot, but when I become a Pilot, I hope I can live up to my name.

   The serial numbers of the previous chapters are reversed. It’s not that I don’t want to change them. It’s because the background cannot change the titles of chapters that have already been published. Small problem, everyone ignores this small detail.

  (end of this chapter)