() Starting from that afternoon, our mecha warrior course officially began.

Mechas are also divided into two categories: land mechas and aviation mechas. As the name suggests, the first category is a model that specifically replaces various infantry for ground combat. It has a small size, low output and duration of the thruster, but the output is the largest. The second category is a model that replaces various types of fighter jets and armed helicopters. It has huge size, amazing armor protection and firepower, and extremely powerful output power. However, due to the complex process and expensive construction, even the two behemoths of the Allied Army and the Treaty Army cannot be fully equipped.

However, as junior students, there is no need for mecha types at the moment. Everyone is in the same class as the first grade of university.

The courses are far less relaxed than we imagined. Our classroom is set up separately in a large classroom. As soon as we enter the door, two guards say that it is for confidentiality. Everyone's notebooks, PCPs (personal control systems), and even everything else that can be used for memory except the brain can be collected before they can be accessed.

The lecturer was Lieutenant Colonel Durov, a stereotype soldier who was 40 years old. He left the deepest impression on me that he spoke no more than ten sentences in a class. He quickly wrote an ant-like mathematical formulas and concept points on the virtual screen, connecting one stroke to the head, pressing the switch on the pen, and removing all the records with a click. Speed ​​is an unheard of high speed, and knowledge is an unheard of new thing. In less than ten minutes, we obviously felt that our brains were a little short-circuited.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, can you slow down a little?"

Mr. Kuan, who was so clear of his eyes, raised his hand and said.

The other party just glanced at him coldly and said a clean and neat sentence.

"No, please develop your head as much as possible, Mr. Yang Mu."

So everyone was frantically fighting against their "brain development" throughout the whole class, but the result was that they often didn't care about what was ahead and were in a hurry after listening to what was ahead.

"Damn it, I'm going to die. What's that 'tampering control system'? It looks so magical."

After class, the madman recalled the vague classroom knowledge in pain, and then used his head to slam the tableboard, knocking the stainless steel tabletop out of a pit. This guy was also a wise man in school, and he was crazy when he was depressed.

But no one laughed at him at that time.

"…No, it's actually the 'sensing control system'. By the way, you still have a few memories."

I suddenly felt that my head was also very eager for the table. Before I could kill myself, I quickly asked my roommate who was sitting aside and honestly tidying up the stationery.

Ah Dai frowned and looked distressed. I felt a chill in my heart at that time. Even this guy had this expression. There was really no chance of feelings this time.

"About 50%." Ah Dai said.

The heart heats up again, and it doesn't matter if it's half less, because there is still a great man in the classroom. Before I could ask questions this time, the iron bull in the front row raised his throat and shouted at the top of the first row.

"Hey, Lao Kong, how much have you remembered."

In less than a second, the front row heard the echo of the academic master who always calmly came.

"Sorry, only 50%."

"Good ball, it's all full now!"

Surviving in a desperate situation, everyone cheered and cheered. At this moment, I don’t know who shouted.

"No, it's almost time to do class!"

By the way, the end time of Kutuzov Military Academy is five minutes, which is only enough to go to the toilet. Being late often means that the passing scores of this class will always be away from you.

Only the sound of a whole table and chairs flipping, a group of rabbits rushed out of the teaching building at a deeper speed than the migrating wildebeests. In the surprised eyes of the bears coming and going, jumping down the ninth floor, and finally arrived at the training ground a second before the class bell rang.

Then we saw the [Mosin 3] junior coach mecha there.

Ten to three meters tall, wide body, thick robotic arms and curved armor, the highest point of the blister cockpit shining in the sun, and six gas vents protected by two centimeters thick armor plates, even if they are erected there, they still contain this huge deterrent, and it seems that when activated, it can detonate all mechanical violence in the body that destroys everything.

Although there is still a big gap with the combat mecha, I feel that my thinking and vision are still taken away by this thing in an instant, and I believe everyone else is the same.

I think I must fly it up.

There were seven or eight such mechas in the training ground, and five or six hairy bear students took turns to work around each machine. They looked like they were from the same class. A large number of people like us were circling around each other, which was very eye-catching.

"Fuck, why are you doing when you are stuck there? Get up quickly!"

A huge bear's head poked out from the open cockpit and squirted at us. Only then did everyone realize that they were training rather than visiting the mecha model.

As our boss, Tieniu was the first to take the lead and climbed up the three-story elevator. He was in the back with the former instructor, and he could regain control from the busy rookie when necessary. This program looked no essential difference from the old century trainer or coach car.

We pushed to the safe area fifty meters away, raised our heads and watched at a 45-degree angle. However, judging from the instructor's wider mouth and the iron bull's lower and lower, almost hanging to the head on the console, the whole thing was not going smoothly.

After a while, Tie Niu was put down dejectedly, then changed to big head and climbed up tremblingly, and then there was another ending of being scolded. We were frightened by the side.

Soon, it was my turn to follow the student number. The mad men and men took turns sighing and patted my shoulders, signaling me to walk all the way, and they would not give it to me.

I was terrified to pull the half-old and the elevator was creaking and creaking to the hatch. On the way, I slipped on the painted steel pipe and almost fell from it. The instructor in the back row was surprisingly quick, and grabbed me like an eagle catching a chicken, and threw it into the cockpit.

I was so scared that I collapsed on the seat and gasped, while Instructor Mao Xiong looked impatient and disdainful.

"Damn it, if you have nothing to do, you'll be so scared. If you want to play, hurry up and don't waste my time."

Of course.

I didn't know where the strength came from, so I immediately struggled to get up and began to work hard to find the steering wheel or the control rod. As a result, I saw nothing but the bunch of instruments and monitors in front of me.

What's the situation?

"Where are the eyes on both sides of you!"

After the instructor scolded me, I found that there was a cao lever installed on both sides of the cockpit about fifty centimeters apart, similar to the old-fashioned sedan shifter.

Holding those two things, I felt a little more at ease. I tried the pedal with my feet according to my driving habits, but I was scolded by the back seat again.

"You're looking for death, you can see the pedal clearly before stepping on it."

After a closer look, I found that there were four unexpected pedals under my feet. Not to mention two additional pedals of unknown significance, the mecha didn't look like a clutch.

Then the instructor began to explain in a curse and pointed out the corresponding nozzles of these pedals. Only then did I realize that these were the controllers of the pedals. Although I said so, I still vaguely felt that something was wrong, so I had to bury my head and slowly explore the various large controllers according to the instructor's instructions.

Sure enough, as Captain Hu said, this is something completely different from ordinary machinery and even weapons.

I thought I would have done a simulation today, but who knew that after explaining the general process, the instructor took a breath and leaned back on the back of the chair, and gave even more amazing instructions in a tone of sitting firmly on Mount Tai.

"Fly?"

"What?"

At first I was so scared that I almost lifted the hatch and jumped out directly, but after I was scared, I felt an extremely exciting excitement as if I was igniting the fuse.

"I said, fly, hurry up!"

The instructor roared at the top of his throat, and spitted on the back of my head, but I didn't hear or feel unhappy. At that time, my brain was completely impacted by a strong sense of excitement. The enthusiasm of this big guy weighing thirteen tons completely surpassed all other thoughts.

Press the switch hard, lit the dashboards in the cockpit one by one, pushed down the unlocking handle and pulled the joint lock, and finally swallowed the saliva and held the handles on both sides to push them down to the bottom, injecting fuel evenly, and then you could clearly feel the entire cockpit, oh, or the body trembled little by little. It was probably almost done, and you started to pull the cao lever back. At this time, the cao lever seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and you could pull it up little by little with the effort of eating.

With the huge noise from the nozzle, a suction force penetrated the whole body, almost pulling all the blood from my upper body to my lower body, and my vision began to rise. Due to the cockpit position, this process even made people feel the illusion that I had taken off into the air. This illusion is often recalled by the brothers of the teaching group. Some people find it terrifying and some feel nervous.

My feeling is excited, very excited.

Just four or five days ago, I just shrank in the armored train to admire its appearance, but now I have driven this thing with my own hands!

It's a heartbeat.

It's a feeling of excitement.

I didn't do any complicated tactical actions that day, I just hovered at a low altitude for a few times. To be honest, except for a few pedals that were a little busy at the beginning, I couldn't control the allowance well. I just felt that the flight movement was too stiff, like a large model, and there was no sense of smoothness at all. Later, I took a lot of effort to debug, so the movements were a little smoother, which was still very unhappy at that time.

What was strange was that during the whole process, the Maoxiong Instructor did not scold me anymore, but instead kept silent as if he was asleep. Because he was busy fighting with a bunch of instruments, I had no time to look at his expression.

A moment later, Instructor Maoxiong issued a return order. I weakened the engine output according to the procedure he said, adjusted the body posture, and slowly lowered the body height. Not long after, I heard the "squeak" sound caused by the friction of the special alloys on the lower limbs of the mecha and the ground. I quickly looked for traces of another component.

But…….

But where is the brake? I drafted the old man's brake. Now I'm so stubborn. Why do I stop?

[Mosin 3] Slide out quickly along the runway. The buildings on both sides of the cockpit were as fast as they were fast forward. The fur bears and dogs who were training along the way jumped into a mess, and hurriedly avoided the crazy armored beast.

"Use the front spout, use the front spout to slow down the speed of the fool!"

Instructor Mao Xiong was also so scared that he screamed, oh, he probably yelled wildly, while trying hard to hit my head with his fists.

I'll go, you'll say it earlier!

I suddenly pulled up the cao lever, and at the same time I stepped on the third pedal. With a loud "boom", I was pressed into the seat by a huge inertia. The field of vision rotated 360 degrees in all directions, and I didn't know anything when I saw it.

"Silly... idiot, the movement is too big."

This is the last sentence I heard before I fell into a coma.
Chapter completed!