()【Jacques】attacked me.

There are two in total, in a motorized formation of rollers, interlaced and fought.

One used an armored machine gun to cover the attack, and the other pulled out the thermal knife and quickly approached from below, slashing with the fierce momentum of a butcher cutting meat.

I stepped on the pedal to drive the body to rise vertically with maximum thrust, trying to make myself ignore the flying fires around me, steadily set up the armored machine gun, and embed the aiming aperture on the [Jacques] that was cut by one knife.

The goal is the head.

The locking time has been compressed to the shortest, so I pressed down and hit the button.

If this part is destroyed, the mecha is equivalent to completely losing its posture control ability and coordination ability, which is the same as being knocked out by a punch. However, like the human body, the head of the mecha is pitifully small in medium and long-distance air battles. It is as difficult to hit it as you use a slingshot to shoot the bullseye a hundred meters away.

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

So I can only watch it.

"Tu tuk"

As if he noticed the danger, [Jacques] immediately stopped, circled violently for half a circle and avoided a round of sweeping, and immediately approached quickly with the knife. The red blade instantly cut my vision into two!

"Calm down, calm down!"

The feeling of annoying fear spread again. I tried hard to swallow the idea of ​​tying the button and sweeping it wildly, pulling the aperture smoothly, locking the head that had been enlarged to almost the same size as [Jacques].

"Dadadada"

[Jacques] Countless sparks erupted from the smooth big head. The mecha raised a long sword with a man's scale high like a dying struggle, but could no longer be chopped. I pulled the body and kicked it. The body that had lost control immediately dragged the metal fragments into a small black dot, disappearing from my vision.

There is one more.

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

I must catch up with it.

"Bang bang"

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

The aiming is still too slow.

I sighed, touched the screen a few times, and the jing report character disappeared, and the image in the hangar reappeared on the image. However, there was an uncharged battery icon in the upper right corner that looked like the commonly used battery on the phone, with the symbol "level2,11" engraved on the side.

In other words, this is my eleventh time to challenge the level 2 difficulty.

When I checked the body the day before yesterday, I accidentally found that this thing actually had its own ground simulation program and started practicing in a daze. So far, I spent a lot of effort to finally kill the first level of difficulty, which is the attack of a single enemy. However, the second level of difficulty, that is, the formation level, can't be hit anyway. This feels like the most critical moment when the game plot was revealed, but it was blocked by a level and unable to move.

Moreover, even in this information age with highly developed technology, the IQ of artificial AI is still very limited, and the actions of virtual enemy aircraft are carried out exactly according to the cao code. If there are too many tracks and attack modes, it can be estimated in advance, but the actual combat will certainly not be so easy, because even if the Treaty Army is criticized as "doctrination", it is a group of human mecha soldiers after all, and it is not possible to be as secret as machines.

What's even more sad is that I can't even handle such a copycat, and my combat power will only last for half a day.

It's really annoying.

"Oh, it's still a lot worse."

I murmured, pulled open the handle, and the 340 kilogram-covered cabin door weighing 340 kilograms was placed like a castle suspension bridge under the control of the hydraulic mechanism. The domestic garbage left over from breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper fell down like rain, causing the people below to scream.

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

Although the image captured by eeodas is of high quality, in order to meet the driver's visual needs, the images have been processed appropriately, which is still somewhat different from the real scene. In the fully enclosed environment of the cockpit, it will still cause mecha discomfort. This problem is particularly obvious after a long period of time. However, the situation of the mecha that still uses old-fashioned TV cameras is even worse. Our instructor described the feeling of climbing out of the cockpit as "it's like traveling from one space to another". The p is the only textbook related to aviation mecha "Mecha Ciao Ciao", and the small notebook is the summary of experience and lessons of mistakes I wrote in a mess. The two are a comparison relationship.

As I used to turn to the first page, which read the "major crime" I committed in my first air combat like a confession: First, no alert measures were taken after the She missile was launched; Second, I ignored the changes in the formation of the enemy aircraft and let go of the most important attack type mecha; Third, the maneuvering movements were chaotic, and a lot of confusion with the land mecha; Fourth, some missiles were not warmed up in panic (including the four "rattlesnakes" that were last fired), which seriously affected the ability to perform.........

Papa, I turned the small notebook to the latest chapter blank, and at the same time opened the electronic documents on the PCP and began to "plead guilty" one by one: First: the mobile action lacks bullets and is easily attacked; Second, the aiming speed is still slow, which has not improved compared to yesterday...

"Um."

I slightly unfolded the small folding knife that had just come from Mikel not long ago and stabbed it hard. The back of my hand immediately stinged sharply as if it was bitten by a poisonous snake. I felt sweat beads appearing on my forehead. After seeing that no one around me noticed me, I gritted my teeth and prepared to do it twice again...

"Ah, what are you doing?"

A horrified female voice suddenly came from beside me, which scared me so much that I almost stabbed myself with a slippery little hand.

I turned my head awkwardly. It was a girl with very soft face lines. The freckles on her face had just shown a rush to try. It was obvious that she was not old, probably about sixteen or seventeen years old.

But more importantly, I remember that she was the "Lota" Scrap Fifth Medical Officer who almost strangled me with a bandage that day.

"Oh, I accidentally developed some bad habits."

I finished speaking in a vague way, and took out a roll of solid hemostatic glue like large toothpaste from my pocket, squeezed out the last bit of stock of the packaging skin that had been deflated from the bottom and squeezed out and applied to the wound.

In order to prevent myself from forgetting my lesson, I came up with such a cruel way to deepen my impression. I made a mistake and doubled the repeated mistakes. The effect was amazingly good. I basically wrote it down firmly all at once, which was even more firmer than me who remembered my bank card password.

Thanks to the power of modern medical technology, the wound that took at least one week to heal in the old century, now only half a day is enough, but the pain is real. Even I can feel that the healing position is vaguely painful. I don’t know if there are any psychological sequelae.

"Your movements are so skillful," the girl looked at me in shock, shook her head repeatedly. "We are not that skillful in handling bionics when we are trained."

"There is a way of effort in Eastern culture called "the head is hanging on the beam and the cone is thrust on the bone", which probably means this."

I smiled relaxedly, but the girl still had an expression that could not be let go.

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

"Of course, it will," I clapped my hands and signaled that I was fine, "Please don't say it out, I don't want others to worry too much, who... is here?"

"Helena, Helena; Helsinford."

After reporting the name, she still took my hand and tried to check the damage carefully. She took out two tablets of antibiotics and forced me to take it.

At this moment, a sudden uneasy movement came from below, and then I saw the maintenance personnel working on the work put down their work and gathered in the open space in the middle. It was definitely not a meal. One was that it was not time to go to the right place, and the other was that even the guards who were not acting easily in the duty room ran out. Obviously something big happened.

As an outsider, I was not convenient to go down and join in the fun, so I stood in the maintenance aisle with a fixed frame and looked down. I saw Lao Lang standing in front of the large army, reading something with his very special fierce face. He used local local language and a very written tone. I could only hear a few common sentences at that time, so I didn't know what he said. I just saw the shock on all the faces of people rapidly expanding, and the restlessness continued to expand. Before Lao Lang finished speaking, it was like pouring a spoon of water into a oil pan, and it exploded with "crackling", and shadows swaying under the dim light. Some people were there, some people were talking desperately with the people around me, and even more so, they simply yelled at Lao Lang.

But what I expected was that Lao Lang was not angry at this undisciplined behavior, but did not appease his subordinates. He just stood there motionlessly like a sculpture of the Lord and looked at them silently.

My first reaction was that it would be a big deal, and that was a bit tricky. However, looking at Helena beside her, she also had a shocked expression on her face, and immediately knew something was wrong, so she quickly asked her what Lao Lang said.

I asked three times before Helena came to her senses and answered my question blankly.

"At one o'clock this afternoon, the Confederate Parliament announced that all frontline troops would cease hostilities with the Treaty Army and announced that they would accept the negotiations on the treaty and cease the state of war between the two countries."
Chapter completed!