() The next day, we were all released. The reason was similar to what the old man said. As long as we didn’t kill anyone, it wasn’t a big deal here.

The most noticeable change after coming out was that when the furry bears on the road saw our group of rabbits, who were very depressed after being in the dark for a day, they all took a detour in a panic, as if we were idle.

If nothing happens, he will drag two out of the crowd to practice boxing.

There is a saying from the old century that goes like this - if you want others to like you, smile at them; if you want others to be afraid, give them a punch.

Captain Korninov seemed to have been used to this kind of thing for a long time. When he saw us gathering, he didn’t say much, so he arranged a training course for us. Different from the usual ground simulation, with his hard work, in addition to

It was the first time for Kuan Ye Xueba and the others to arrange a field operation course on land combat mechas (they had only done ground simulations before), and that day the school finally agreed to give us an opportunity to practice operations in the sky.

Although the machine body is still about to be thrown into the second-line army [Jacques], everyone is still very, very happy, including me, because after playing trainer aircraft and Allied mechas for so long, I have never played with a Treaty Army mecha.

Type, I can finally have a good time this time.

Another happy thing is that I used the black load-carrying suit produced by Mao Xiong for the first time. Although it is a bit bulky and bulky for our body shape, I finally don’t have to run naked to the sky.

Everyone was gearing up to try the stuffed bear flavored ham.

"I will follow you later. Due to the lack of missiles for training, I will use armored machine guns to fight this time. Please stabilize your aircraft in time after being shot to avoid unnecessary casualties."

It should be worth mentioning that the "Simulated Injury System (IDs)" is installed in [Jacques], which automatically evaluates the damage according to the location of the bullet. If it is determined that the limb is fatally injured, the function of the limb will be cut off immediately. If it is determined to be fatally injured, then

It will directly cut off the fire control system. We all know this.

After Captain Korninov gave a brief explanation, he signaled that we could get on the plane.

The rabbits immediately kicked the grass clippings under their feet flying everywhere and swarmed towards their respective aircrafts happily. Naturally, they ignored the warning in the captain's tone. Because there were too many people, we had to divide into groups of five and take turns driving.

They were assigned to the same formation as Tieniu.

After getting used to the highly humanized and information-based cockpit of the Allied Forces, my first impression of the [Jacques] cockpit was that it was a rip-off. The cockpit was more than two times smaller than the [Garand], and it was also thicker.

Bulky electronic equipment and instruments took up more than half of the room. You had to raise your hands and head to avoid bumping into the bottles and cans around you. The small LCD screens on the four sides were fixed in four directions, and the cold and faint light shone just in front of them.

The rest of our face is completely dark, and the strong sense of depression often makes people feel like a severely autistic patient who locks himself in a room and stares at the TV without moving.

Pulling off the leather safety belt, I stepped on the pedal to warm up the nozzle, but the pedal was tighter than I thought. It was worthy of being stepped on by a bear's paw, and the weight was unusual. I had to step down with all my strength...

..

"Long!"

The fuselage jumped heavily, and the roar like an engine explosion shocked me. Then the instruments in the entire cockpit were shaking slightly. To put it positively, it was indeed a machine driven by a real man, but to put it negatively...

You really want to scare dad to death!

The hot fuel flow pushed away the solidified air, and the ten aircrafts rose vertically at a constant speed and leveled off at an altitude of 3,600 meters. They were formed into four formations, upper and lower, to support each other according to the instructor's instructions.

The weather is very good. The white flowing clouds are like silk, spreading in layers from the beginning of the field of vision to the end of the sky. Under the sunlight at nine o'clock in the morning, they appear more pure and white, and more supple.

Like pieces of long-staple cotton that are growing vigorously.

"So handsome."

The macho man couldn't help but exclaimed. There was also a lot of shouting on the radio. The rookie rabbits who had never been to the sky were obviously deeply shocked by this "God's perspective" that they had never experienced before. It's a pity that I

I have long been tired of seeing this kind of scenery, so I just shook my head in the cockpit and struggled with the unlucky field of view in front of me that added up to less than 160 degrees.

Suddenly, a small black spot slid across the lower corner of the screen on the right, but it disappeared from the edge of the screen for only a very short moment. It felt like a hallucination caused by staring at the screen for too long.

However, this thing is obviously not the case!

The nerves belonging to the mecha soldiers, which were a little numb from the life on the ground during this period, instantly revived, and my thumb suddenly opened the fire safety on the joystick.

"Damn, stop looking, that guy is touching me!"

The rabbits suddenly became confused, and all [Jacques] turned their heads in unison as if they were performing. It was funny, and the macho guy looked very suspicious.

"Wait a minute, Father Chen, are you sure you haven't..."

The flames of armored machine gun fire suddenly lit up from the six o'clock direction, and I heard a ghostly scream coming from the radio. I saw that the entire flank and abdomen of the big head's body and one arm were painted a striking red color with special paint.

, if it were an actual battle, this machine would have definitely been fatally damaged, so according to the rules, he had to withdraw from the battle.

But the radar didn't respond.

Fortunately, everyone was counted as someone who had been on the battlefield once, and their reaction was much improved than before. They immediately dispersed in groups of two or three in the three-dimensional space, and immediately set up the fire control system before the calculations were completed.

Their respective armored machine guns fired at that position, exploding a series of dark blue colors unique to dye bombs in the originally clean sky.

Almost at the same time, Macho Man and Road Spike immediately crossed and outflanked us, and we pulled out a larger encirclement to follow closely. It should be said that the members of the teaching team have done a good job so far, at least they have perfectly reproduced the "Mecha Soldier Codex"

》Requirements of Article 3.

The machine body continuously penetrated the thick clouds like cannonballs. As the field of vision gradually broadened, we all raised our alert level to the highest level at the same time.

"Fuck, where is it?"

The strong man yelled in annoyance over the radio. When we got closer, we saw that the position where the strong man and the others were hovering was indeed empty... Wait, hover?!

"Danger, don't stop there!"

Before I could finish shouting, a barrage of 30mm armored machine guns came over my head. The macho man and another mecha were immediately beaten up, and had to withdraw from the battle alternately. The second and third mechas were forced to withdraw from the battle.

He raised his gun and fired, only to see lines of fire flying around, so of course he found nothing.

It sounds cowardly enough. It can be said that we were beaten without even seeing the enemy.

The radar still didn't respond.

"outflank."

The spike said briefly, and I stretched out my robotic arm and gestured to him using the "sign language signal program". My position on top of the macho man and the spike spiraled upward alternately.

I took a quick glance at the time, and the result was horrifying: it was only four minutes.

You must know that except for the aircraft that was blown up on the ground, it took me more than 20 minutes to kill the first aviation mecha, and almost exhausted the main and auxiliary fuel tanks. The subsequent one was not much better, and it took 15 minutes.

More than minutes. However, this captain destroyed three aviation mechas in four minutes. Even if the mechas were piloted by a rookie, they were still hunting at a terrifying speed.

Is this what ace is? No, maybe it's much more than that.

I gritted my teeth and gripped the joystick.

I am not particularly surprised that the radar can only occasionally capture the flicker of the aircraft, or even have no reaction at all, because it is not too difficult to penetrate the radar blind spot of standard aircraft in air combat, and the radar and auxiliary equipment of the [Jacques]

The nozzle has always been an important problem for countless bears. The former has a long detection range but numerous blind spots, while the latter is completely controlled manually by the button on the left joystick, and its operation is far less easy than the smart models popularized by the Allied Forces.

The two [Jacques] suddenly broke through the clouds. Before the smoke and clouds dispersed, a string of stray bullets flew towards us. However, we were prepared for it. We immediately used our feet and the main nozzle on the back to spray short diagonally, driving the machine body to roll flexibly.

It was completely avoided, but the corners were scratched a little.

While my field of vision was still tilted upward, I suddenly saw [Command Type Jacques] retreating deeper into the clouds.

Saw it!

"Spikes!"

"clear."

The excitement of the battle was overwhelming. I ignored the pain in my head that was about to burst with blood. I gritted my teeth and pulled up the aiming aperture. I set up the armored machine gun to grab fire while still hanging upside down. [Command Type Jacques] gave up and continued to retreat.

Instead, they flexibly used the auxiliary nozzles to slide down, and also used armored machine guns to quickly fight back. Soon the spikers also joined the battle group, forming a two-on-one advantage in firepower.

In this case, the general gap can be made up to a large extent. Moreover, I am confident that my shooting skills are not inferior to those of the old mecha soldiers. I believe that the same is true for the Spike, which has always had excellent operational performance.

After a round of fighting that was like snatching time, I clearly saw blue liquid splashing on the shoulder armor of [Command Type Jacques], and I felt very happy at that time.

Nainai, there is a door!

[Commanding Jacques] continued to retreat deeper into the clouds as if he was afraid, while we followed closely behind.

"Chen Xiang, cover me."

The communication quality was not very good, and the steady sound of road spikes sounded in the mail. Even though my unfortunate nickname became popular, this extremely strict guy still insisted on calling me by my real name.

"clear!"

I put on a new drum, adjusted the firing speed to the maximum of 600 rounds per minute, and threw the barrages at [Command Jacques] without hesitation, forcing it to continuously evade while retreating.

The speed is greatly reduced.

The road spike pulled out the thermal knife (the electric heating blade was not turned on), and flexibly maneuvered it close to my gun line. [Commander Jacques] seemed to be in a dilemma under the pressure from both sides. Seeing that it was effective, I worked harder

Fire the machine gun fiercely, cover the road spikes and attack them in one go.

"kill!"

I shouted like a cheerleader.

"Boom"

The two mechas fit together in an instant.

Won………….?

A strange thing happened. After finishing the shot, [Jacques] suddenly froze there. I couldn't figure out what was going on, so I quickly stopped shooting.

"Damn."

I heard Road Stud on the radio, who was always moody and aloof, and I couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Varied……"

The next second, I saw [Commander Jacques] tilting his head to look at me from behind [Jacques]'s body, his red eyes full of mockery and ridicule, without any trace of panic at all.
Chapter completed!