The horse team did not arrive at Cancer Port, but stopped at a castle manor twenty kilometers southeast of the port. The castle was made of steel and concrete. Binghe saw a mechanical castle that could be lifted and lowered around the fortress, indicating that it was a military fortress with extremely high defense.

This destination made Binghe confused throughout the whole process, looking around to see if there was any plan to divert the city in the team, and he could just say hello and retreat. However, Binghe's small abacus went bankrupt, and the two knights next to him were sitting on both sides of Binghe, sandwiching Binghe in the middle of the team. The look was obviously a warning to Binghe not to do any bad moves.

What made Binghe even more confused was that after the horse team entered, the teams were obviously the army of the regular army. They lined up to pay attention to the female knight in the team. When the horse team entered the metal gate, Binghe heard the word "Villian Crown" from the cheers of the crowd.

Following the female rider in charge, Virien, who was favored by the people, was waving to the crowd around her when she entered the city, announcing her arrival at the fortress. The knight beside her was perfectly following the posture of the guard of honor.

Binghe, who was following the team, had no idea what action to do, could only sit upright on the horse, neither waved nor smiled, and sat stiffly on the horse and muttered himself: "Are I going to plan to return to China? The script shouldn't be, when you are busy with you, I can leave the field freely? Why don't you play by the routine?"

I walked into the castle in a daze, was taken to the room in a daze, took off my hair condom and changed my clothes.

In the assigned room, after sorting out all his self-states, Binghe walked out of the room and tried to ask if he could buy a carriage and leave. The servants of the castle did not answer the question of Binghe. When he tried to leave, the guards of the castle blocked Binghe again and did not let Binghe leave.

Binghe could only return to the room, and after walking around the open hall for a few times, he was so angry that he stomped his feet. His fist hit the air.

All these behaviors were clearly seen in the mirror observation technique in another room.

In the 21st century, the camera was placed in the corner and used for secret photography. As for this world, the technology of steam always allowed Bingshu to habitually bring the background and modern situation on the earth.

In fact, some things in this world are still very advanced. For example, the glass ball installed on the ceiling chandeliers send all the light in the room to another room. Binghe did not realize that he was being peeked.

In the central hall of the castle, Vilian, who had already changed into white clothes, was looking at the situation in Binghe's room with great interest. When Binghe took off his hood, Vilian asked the person next to him in a puzzled tone: "Is it a girl? This hair is so beautiful."

But then he looked carefully and said again, "Oh, it's a boy."

Binghe, who was accused of his fate, finally couldn't stand his idleness. He checked his luggage in the room, opened the interlayer of the box, took out the firearm, and oiled it. Then he stuffed it into the interlayer again and kicked it into the underbed.

Binghe aimed at a special thing in his suitcase

This set of tight clothes seems to be a tight suit, but this tight suit has a structure composed of a large number of metal mesh cables. This is a mechanical suit.

When mechanical controllers work in factories, they usually put on their own mechanical auxiliary clothing to work. The most representative of these mechanical clothing is multiple mechanical wrist-foot work clothes.

However, as Binghe, the mechanical controller, had a field, began to get involved in the battlefield. Binghe began to think about designing a combat-use mechanical suit - combat suit

The name of "war uniform" is Binghe. It was also after the end of the Vikra incident that Binghe carefully judged his own "weak" individual combat power. Binghe seriously planned to use tools to make up for this weakness.

However, there are huge differences in design requirements between factory mechanical suits and mechanical combat equipment on the battlefield. First of all, it must be lightweight, and at the same time, it must be maintained as high as possible and flexibly controlled.

Just like the example on Earth, the power of a factory steam engine weighing dozens of tons and a aircraft engine weighing one ton is the same, but behind it is the crown of industrial manufacturing.

The indicators of the battle uniform designed by Binghe: the weight should be within 20 kilograms. When worn, it should be close to the body. You can still see the beauty of the human body. After wearing it, it will also have the beauty of a mechanical shell, just like a metal limb. The power of the battle uniform must reach eight horsepower, preferably twenty horsepower.

[Three major difficulties in combat uniform manufacturing: small energy system, mechanical muscles, and combat uniform motion control that imitates nerves]

First: a compact energy system.

When Binghe redesigned the magic line of the Mechanic Fortress of the Gun Yan family, he plugged a mimicry catalyst spell system almost like obsessive-compulsive disorder, because Binghe had imagined this battle suit at that time.

The 22nd century graphene high-energy lithium battery technology cannot be imagined in this era. But there is magic in this era. Now with mimicry catalysis, very small fuel cells can operate. Putting aluminum blocks in the slots behind the battle suit can quickly release electricity. The core of this technology has been solved. The few short-lived long layers on the back of the battle suit that bend with the spine at the waist are energy slots.

Second: Mechanical muscles.

Mechanical muscle technology, a world that has not even entered the electrical age, has long mastered this mechanical muscle technology. The mechanical controllers of this world have pointed out the technology tree in this area.

That is to say, use the elucidation technique to construct fine structures inside each metal wire. Each metal wire has a relevant structure to load vanadium dioxide. When the current heating and magic suddenly cools, the wire will stretch and contract. This is mechanical muscle. This mechanical muscle can produce much stronger stretching and contracting force than human muscles, but there will be damage after a lot of exercise, so theoretically, it is necessary to replace the mechanical muscle module frequently.

This technology is not a problem now. The mechanical muscles made by Binghe are definitely the top in the world. In the entire Western Continent, the Qingjun family mastered the top-level magic technique. Now, after Binghe used the magic veins of the Gun Flame family as a template to modulate the field, he himself was very likely to be stronger than Qingjun in the magic technique. The roll of mechanical muscle fibers placed in Binghe box now is comparable to the thickness of silk, which makes the mechanical controllers of the Oka people unable to confirm that these silk threads are mechanical muscles.

Third: Neural control system.

This is the most difficult one.

Binghe's mechanical uniforms are not heavy armor carrying Vulcan cannons. Under the precise sniper of the world's aimer, they have no future on the battlefield. The reason why the mechanical uniforms of the mechanical controllers in the factory in this world did not enter the battlefield is because of this reason.

Low-quality and high-power high-agile combat suits require a very good control system. If the artificial muscle system of the combat suit cannot effectively connect with nerves and prevent the combat suit from being controlled by nerves, then even if the mechanical muscles are extremely powerful, they will be slow to react, inflexible, stumble, and cannot grasp the stupid way of balance.

How to control, how to control, this involves complex ergonomics.

Therefore, theoretically, if this set of war uniforms is to be developed in this world, it will require the cooperation between the mechanical controller and the medical pastor to complete it. The social cooperation situation in this world is really worrying, which is why this kind of thing has not appeared for a long time.

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The so-called scientific and technological level is often the scientists who believe that a certain part B cannot be realized, and the scientists who also believe that a part A cannot be realized. Therefore, neither scientists have done planned research on the relevant development directions. Only by organizing and leading scientists in the fields of a and b can we open up new scientific fields.

Artificial mechanical muscles obviously involve two fields: mechanical manufacturing and ergonomics. Mechanics and doctors travel like mountains and have no connection with each other. Social leaders in this world are unwilling to have a deeper understanding of the knowledge of various areas of society. Therefore, some technologies have always been separated by a thin barrier.

The will to open this barrier will be praised as great wisdom by the historical record of later consciousness. However, if you are born in the era of barriers, most people follow the rules when they first see such breakthroughs, their first reaction is to "not follow the rules"

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In the upper room in the fortress, Binghe again checked the possibility of the prototype design of the mechanical war uniform.

"I want to be a knight, and I also want to be a medical priest. First, be a medical priest who understands ergonomics, and then grab the knight's job." Binghe couldn't help but think of the knights who bullied him over the years.

First there is Saint Sok Canhong, then there is Lantao City. Now the small notebook in the core of Bing who is beginning to hold revenge opens the past account: "Isn't it a brute force? Compare with a machine with full power power!"

【Four hours later, a trace of tiredness surges up】

Binghe curled his legs and hands on the chair and muttered: "Technique cannot be achieved by himself. It's too long to go out, and I miss homesick."

Speaking of this, Binghe kicked his legs and fell back to the big bed in the room. Although he controlled the force (that is, the amount of impact landed on the bed was slowly released), the solid wooden bed was not smashed apart. However, the wooden board made a sound of hammering on the surface. When Binghe landed on the bed, he lay on the bed, rolled up the quilt, and curled up into a flower roll.

Vilian, who was holding her cheeks with her fists in the fort hall, was shocked by such sudden and violent movements. She couldn't help but lean forward, opened her eyes wide and looked at the surveillance interface, her eyes showing regret of missing the wonderful scene.

In Vilian's eyes, Binghe's movements just now were very exciting. At least Vilian was not as skilled as Binghe at the same age.

[Six days later, the sun rises from the horizon. On the leaves, the crystal dew has not dried up yet, reflecting seven colors of brilliance]

Binghe stood on the platform at the highest point of the castle. As the metallic color of his hair became more and more obvious, Binghe wore all his hair in at this time, preventing his hair from being too conspicuous in the sun. He leaned against the fortress's Wangshan and watched, the army in the distance was practicing.

The slogans of training sounded on the castle training ground. The soldiers on the training ground were being trained strictly, holding fake guns made of wooden poles to stab, while the officers were checking the training results with the "spiritual injection stick" in the square formation of soldiers.

These soldiers were basically non-professional people, their stomachs were not treated unfairly, and their muscles were kneaded and strong.

The only difference between modern soldiers and feudal soldiers is logistics supply and training.

Clothes are worn out, thin and thin, and personal duties cannot be cleaned regularly. This is the appearance of a feudal soldier. With abundant food, food and salary, and a strict military rank system, unified clothing, heavy training, and obedience to the conditioned reflex, that is modern soldiers. As for glorious traditions and style and discipline, don’t be harsh on modern soldiers.

Now these soldiers on the training ground must go out to let the air out once a month to dissipate the anxiety under the pressure of strict hierarchy. Ninety percent of these soldiers who let the air out were traveling to the kilns in the Sea Crab Port (Cancer Port). So in Binghe's eyes, the ideological quality of these soldiers is quite problematic.

"Kill, kill, kill—" in the voice

During the training ground, the soldiers tried their best to stab the gun in their palm forward. The officers on the side taught these movements barbaric teaching.

"High up, are you all eating feces in the morning?" "The thorns are so boring, you are a soft stick to girls."

All kinds of vulgar words made Binghe, who was standing on the head of the tower two hundred meters away, feel ashamed. "The owner of this castle is a woman. Is this group of tampered people a little too straightforward? "

No matter how much complaining, Binghe held the prints to draw the movements of these soldiers, and recorded the assassination movements, the torque data of the bones when the legs and arms were moving.

Drawing on a two-dimensional plane, while Binghe’s head is thinking of three-dimensional animations. There are many moves of bare hands fighting, but there are only seven or eight moves for military armed fighting. The combination of these seven or eight moves in the actual combat environment, as well as one’s own courage and momentum, determines life and death.

After sketching dozens of movements, Binghe stopped his pen, pressed his pen tip against his chin, and concluded: "The pace is the most important. In the human bone torque, the lower plate is the final force point of the moment. No wonder people always hear those martial arts practitioners say that force is derived from their feet. You must practice basic skills such as horse stance and plum blossom stud walking. It turns out that this is the reason." Binghe looked at the bone torque of the movement, and all the force support points were rooted on the ground.

Just as Binghe focused on scribing the notebook.

"What are you doing?" Vilian, wearing bright knight armor, walked up to the platform accompanied by the two knights.

Realizing that he was blocked, Binghuo performed a manners with Vilian and said with a silly smile: "Dear Cang, I am learning some self-defense skills!"

Vilian picked up the paper drawn by Binghe. It was marked with the torque of each individual body. The angle was very complicated. Vilian did not understand the data, but also knew that Binghe was drawn by the standard length of the human body skeleton.

Verian put down his paintings and looked at the soldiers on the training ground in the distance. He shook his head slightly and said, "No need to bother. If you want to learn, why should you stand here and watch the actions of those idiots? There can be ready-made ones."

Binghe wondered: "Original?"

Vilian clapped her hands and said, "Shengqing? Why not show this young gentleman a few moves."

The knight on the side walked up and showed a strange smile, picked up a steel stick and knocked it in his palm.

At the same time, a steel stick was also thrown to Binghe.

Seeing this 'intimidation', Binghe held the iron stick and took a few steps back, and said nervously: "Aren't you a demonstration? What are you doing?"

Sheng Qing, the two-meter-high knight grinned with white teeth and said in a low voice: "You can't learn martial arts by looking at it."

Binghe retreated to the railing on the platform and looked at Vilian with a look of help. But Vilian looked at Binghe with a sincere gaze and nodded and said, "Yes, you have to learn how to defend yourself. Try it yourself. Don't worry, Knight Shengqing will not hurt you."

Despite Vilian's words, Binghe always feels that the knight wants to be 'not polite' to him

Binghe, who found that he could not retreat, showed a reluctant expression, picked up the stick on the ground, and said to the knight in front of him, "Then, please show mercy." When he said this, Binghe said indignantly: "Another an annoying knight, these brainless warriors are so annoying."

Narrator: Binghe has the heart to be a soldier, but he has been in the position of assisting since he was a child. Therefore, he is a little bit unable to eat grapes and says that grapes are sour.

Sheng Qing nodded and grinned maliciously and said, "I won't be heavy."

After saying this, the knight took action. The knight rushed straight and knocked down the iron bar directly at Bingshu. It seemed that he was about to knock Bingshu out as soon as he came up.

The knight had no good impression of the little face that Vilian picked up halfway.

At this time, the violent wind sounded like an electric current stimulation of Binghu's whole body.

The ordinary life of an office worker suddenly turned into a tense and exciting exercise of climbing high-altitude rocks and jumping on the iron tower.

This violent attack made Bingsen burst out with an unexpected agility.

Binghe squatted sideways until he avoided the stick directly. This is because he was afraid of a subconscious reaction.

But at the same time, I raised a stick and stabbed it directly into the knight's crotch. This was a shameless person.

Binghe started his fight without any mercy and aimed directly at the Knight's empty gate.

The Knight Shengqing quickly reacted and quickly rolled to the side, allowing Bingshen to pass the fatal attack.
To be continued...