()[Jacques] launched an attack on me.

There were two of them in total, forming a mobile roller formation, attacking in staggered directions.

One used an armored machine gun for cover and fire, and the other drew a thermal knife and quickly approached from below, slashing with the ferocious momentum of a butcher cutting meat.

I stepped on the pedal to drive the machine body to rise vertically with maximum thrust, trying hard to ignore the stray bullets and fire all around. I steadily set up the armored machine gun and embedded the aiming aperture on the "Yak" that had been cut into the air.

The target is the head.

The locking time has been reduced to the shortest time, and I pressed the fire button.

If this part is destroyed, the mecha is equivalent to completely losing its posture control and coordination capabilities, which is the same as if a person was knocked unconscious by a punch. However, like the human body, the head of the mecha will not be the same size in medium and long-distance air combat.

It's so small that hitting it there is as difficult as hitting a bull's-eye with a slingshot from a hundred meters away.

However, data shows that without the use of depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles, the power of the 30mm armored machine gun can only destroy [Jacques]'s head and various joints.

So I can only take a gamble and see.

“Tuk tuk tuk”

As if he sensed danger, [Jacques] immediately stopped his hand, circled violently in half a circle to avoid a round of sweeps, and then quickly approached with a knife. The red blade cut my field of vision in half in an instant!

"Calm down, fucking calm down!"

The annoying feeling of fear spread again, and I struggled to swallow the idea of ​​​​pulling the hair button and scanning wildly. I smoothly pulled the aperture and locked the head of [Jacques] that had been enlarged to almost the same size as this.

"Da da da"

[Jacques] Countless sparks shot up from the big round head, and the mecha raised a long knife about the size of a man high in a desperate struggle, but it couldn't hit it anymore. I pulled up the machine and kicked it, and the machine immediately lost control.

Dragging the metal fragments, it turned into a small black dot and disappeared from my sight.

There is another one.

I turned my head and quickly pulled my body back to fight.

You must be able to catch up with me.

"Boom"

I only had time to see a row of fire beams coming towards me, the cockpit shook violently, and all the images disappeared, leaving only the dazzling "destroy" flashing over and over in the darkness like a winking clown.

Aiming is still too slow.

I sighed and touched the screen a few times. The warning characters disappeared and the image of the hangar reappeared on the image, except that there was an icon in the upper right corner that looked like an uncharged battery icon commonly used on mobile phones.

The symbol "level2,11" is engraved on it.

In other words, this is the eleventh time I failed to challenge the second level difficulty.

When I was inspecting the machine body the day before yesterday, I accidentally discovered that this thing actually comes with a ground simulation program. I immediately started practicing it in the dark. So far, I have spent a lot of effort to finally kill the first level of difficulty, which is a single enemy.

Attack, but the second level of difficulty, which is the formation level, cannot be beaten anyway. It feels as if the game plot has been revealed at the most critical moment, but is blocked by a level and is unable to move.

Moreover, even in this information age with highly developed technology, artificial intelligence's IQ is still very limited. The actions of virtual enemy aircraft are carried out exactly according to the code. If there are too many tracks and attack modes, they can be estimated in advance.

, but of course actual combat will not be that easy, because even if the Treaty Army is criticized for being "dogmatic", it is after all a group of human mecha soldiers, and it is not possible to be as sophisticated as machines.

What's even more sad is that I can't even handle this kind of knockoff, and my combat power is only about five points.

It’s really annoying.

"Oh, it really is still a lot worse."

I grunted and opened the handle. Under the control of the hydraulic mechanism, the armored hatch, which weighed 340 kilograms, was lowered like a castle suspension bridge. The household garbage left over from breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper fell down like rain.

, which made the people below scream.

The next second, I was blinded by the bright working lights and almost shed tears. Checking the time on the computer, I found that I had been in this small space for a whole morning without knowing it.

Although the image quality captured by eeodas is very high, in order to meet the visual needs of the driver, the images have been moderately processed, and there is still a certain difference from the real scene. In the fully enclosed environment of the cockpit, it will still cause discomfort to the mecha soldiers.

This problem is especially obvious after a long period of operation. However, the condition of the Bear mecha soldier who still uses an old-fashioned TV camera is even worse. Our instructor described the feeling of climbing out of the cockpit as "almost like traveling from one space to another." p

It is the only textbook in my hand that is related to aviation mechas, "Mecha Soldier Manual". The small notebook contains my messy summary of experiences and lessons learned from my mistakes. The two are in a contrasting relationship.

I followed my habit and turned to the first page, which contained the "big sins" I committed in my first air battle like a confession: first, not taking any precautionary measures after launching the missile; second, ignoring the formation changes of the enemy aircraft.

The most important attack mecha was missed; third, the maneuvers were chaotic and confused with the operation of land combat mecha; fourth, some missiles were not warmed up in the panic (including the last four "Sidewinders" fired

p”), seriously affecting the performance of sex…………

Patting my head, I turned the small notebook to the latest blank chapter, and at the same time opened the electronic document on the PCP and started to "confess" one by one: first: lack of flexibility in maneuvers and easy to be attacked; second,

Aiming speed is still slow, not improved compared to yesterday...

"Well."

I slightly unfolded the pocket knife that I had just received from Mikel not long ago, and stabbed it hard. The back of my hand immediately stung sharply like being bitten by a poisonous snake, and I felt a lot of sweat on my forehead.

Zhu, after seeing that no one around me was paying attention to me, I gritted my teeth and prepared to give him two more hard blows...

"Yeah, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a frightened female voice came from beside me. I was so scared that my little hand slipped and I almost stabbed myself.

I turned my head in embarrassment. She was a girl with very soft facial lines. The freckles on her face had just begun to show signs of provocation. It could be seen that she was not very old, probably around sixteen or seventeen years old.

But more importantly, I remember that she was the "Lota" scumbag medic who almost strangled me to death with a bandage that day.

"Oh, I just developed some bad habits unintentionally."

After I finished speaking vaguely, I took out a roll of solid hemostatic glue like a large toothpaste from my pocket, squeezed out the last bit of the deflated packaging skin from the bottom, and applied it to the wound.

superior.

In order to prevent myself from forgetting the lesson, I came up with such a cruel method to deepen my impression. I made a mistake once and got twice the penalty. Repeated mistakes made double the penalty. The effect was amazing. Basically, I wrote it down firmly.

It's stronger than my bank card password.

Thanks to the power of modern medical technology, wounds that took at least a week to heal in the old century can now be healed in half a day. However, the pain is real. I can even feel a dull pain in the healed area. I don’t know why.

There were no psychological sequelae.

"Your movements are so skilled." The girl looked at me in astonishment and shook her head repeatedly. "We were not that skilled in handling androids during training."

"In Eastern culture, there is a way of hard work called 'head cantilevering and cone biting', which probably means this."

I smiled pretending to be relaxed, but the girl still had an expression that she couldn't let go.

"I can't understand. It is human nature to care for the body and life. I really can't think of any reason to give up my own nature..."

"Of course you will when you have a desire," I clapped my hands to show that I was fine, "please don't tell anyone, I don't want others to worry too much. Who is that?"

"Helena, Helena; Helsingborg."

After telling me her name, she still took my hand and carefully inspected the damage. She took out two antibiotics and forced me to take them.

At this time, there was a sudden uneasy commotion below, and then I saw the maintenance personnel who were working put down their work and gathered in the open space in the middle. It was definitely not dinner. First, it was not in time, and second, even the duty room could not easily

The inactive security guards all ran out, it was obvious that something big had happened.

As an outsider, it was inconvenient for me to go down and join in the fun, so I stood in the maintenance aisle of the fixed frame and looked down. I saw the old wolf standing in front of the large army, announcing something with his distinctive fierce face. He used

It was a local dialect with a very written intonation. I could only hear a few common sentences at the time, so I had no idea what he was talking about. I just saw the shock on everyone's faces rapidly growing, and the uneasy agitation.

It is constantly expanding. Before the old wolf could finish speaking, it was like pouring a spoonful of water into a frying pan, and it exploded with a "crack, bang, bang", and figures were swaying in the dim light. Some people stayed there, and some people

He kept talking to the people around him, and even worse, he even yelled at the old wolf.

But to my surprise, the old wolf did not get angry at this undisciplined behavior, nor did he comfort his men. He just stood there motionless like a sculpture and watched them silently.

My first reaction was that there was going to be a quarrel over unpaid wages, which was a bit tricky. But seeing Helena next to me with a shocked expression as if she was being greatly stimulated, I immediately knew something was wrong, and I quickly asked her what the old wolf said.

What the hell.

I asked the question three times before Helena came back to her senses and answered my question blankly.
Chapter completed!