The Last Mecha

Chapter 1 The Last Mecha Valkyrie

The leaden sky was constantly turning light and dark amidst the high temperature and explosions. The steam that was scattered during the fierce battle rose like a cloud of smoke, and the ground was full of dark red wreckage that twisted into a spiral shape.

There was a drum-like rumbling sound in the distance, and groups of machines appeared at the end of the horizon, except for chariots, warships, and aircraft, there were no living people.

They operate on their own, and on the black-blue iron plate, there is a human face between metal and flesh and blood. The complex facial features made up of thousands of iron-patterned parts reveal the look of human beings in the past.

The dense orange-yellow light spots are like a group of fireflies in a summer night, but it's a pity that you can't feel the slightest tranquility when you see this scene in your eyes.

"Is the officer also afraid of death?"

The young logistics soldier looked at Wu Gou with fear in his voice.

"You were born in [-], maybe you don't know—" He squatted halfway, his whole face was wrapped in the dim light, and his expression was hard, "The land under our feet was called Jiang Song when I was young. , is the territory of the Xia Kingdom."

"This is the city with the largest number of foreigners. There are teahouses, racecourses, and martial arts halls everywhere. Western-style buildings and Shikumen houses are scattered here and there. In the distance, there are shantytowns and rolling dragons for the poor. You can see workers lined up in long queues, and the chartered car masters are singing big songs and sweating profusely. At that time, this country has just begun to welcome the new wind of the times. Westerners loaded new-style warships with qi metal engines and cannons all the way to the sea, looking at the capital city. "

"At that time, no one could have imagined that the mysterious metal and technological explosion would strangle human beings one day, and the country that fought to the death no longer exists. Time has passed, and the people of the past have turned into bones under the yellow sand. Only The crumbling people's union, and those monsters with thinking... You say that now, the living and the dead, I really don't know who is luckier."

He stood up, his eyebrows were like snow, and his muddy fingertips subconsciously reached for the pendant on his chest. In the whitish photo inside, the woman smiled like smoke.

"Let's go, the rest is my business."

"Yes!"

The logistics officer carefully watched his chief. He had sword eyebrows, short hair, and his wide lips biting an old cigarette from the old knife brand. The old summer military coat on his body was covered with dust, as if he lived 50 years ago.

But no one dared to laugh at him because of this outdated outfit, because everyone knew that it was the last batch of Mecha Gods in this era, the only hope of mankind. Or, comfort.

The people in the safety zone responded with anticipation, but Wu Gou knew that there was nothing he could do at this point.He flicked his knuckles between the cigarettes and pointed to the sky.

The ferocious steel beasts like the sea of ​​stars have approached, and the artillery fire with tail flames piercing the sky fell in groups, illuminating the earth.But he remained motionless, protecting his chest from the high temperature and impact, slowly raised his palm, and the black-blue metal ring on his wrist stretched instantly, flowing like a liquid.

As the liquid sank into his body, the strange color finally adhered to his muscular hands and feet.

A ray of red light that did not belong to humans flashed in Wu Gou's eyes, and the small sound of the machine running in the physical body was faintly visible, and fine steam gushed out from the pores of his body.

He stretched out his hand, spread out his five fingers, and the orange electric light jumped on his fingertips in a form visible to the naked eye.

The heavy sword ten steps away seems to have a spirituality, white steam gushes out, draws a free and easy trajectory in the night, leaps into the palm of the owner in the air, orange bright lines shine in the beautiful cracks on the sword body, and you can hear it in a trance One roared like a beast.

"Why don't you bring the Wu hook and charge Guanshan Fifty States?"

He murmured verses lightly in his mouth, his thoughts were vague, and a line of small characters drifted through the corner of his eyes out of thin air.

Synchronization rate: 361%

Not only that, hundreds of thin rectangular frames appeared in his field of vision, marking all the enemies in the mountains and plains.

Mech Valkyrie, with a physical body, is comparable to a war machine. It is a one-man army.

The big dark red sword was raised obliquely in front of Wu Gou's chest, both feet buckled, and the weight of one leg was centered.

Three trips to the Qi family 48, the overlord lifts the tripod!

With one thought in his mind, he threw out two rainbow-like flames from his feet. His lonely back pierced through the night and rushed into the densely packed machinery group. The mechanical legion is crushed like dust
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Gou took a sharp breath, as if waking up from a dream.

Screams, sword lights, gunfire, corpses, and the rotating images flashed through his mind, causing a burst of nausea.

The breeze blows the curtains, the soft sky outside is bright, and the sound of wheels rolling comes from a distance. He stands in front of the cracked bronze mirror, and can vaguely see himself in the mirror.

He is immature, short, with a sallow complexion, his thin face is covered with bones, and his white shirt is full of holes.

He lowered his head and calmed down for a moment, grabbed the tin jar by the bedside, took two sips, and looked around.

With the familiar furnishings and the calendar nailed to the wall, if it wasn't a dream, he was almost certain that he had returned to the past, back to the time when everything was good.

In 1692 in the new calendar, this is Wu Gou at the age of 15, and Daxia has just opened the ancient gate of the country for 40 years.

It is impossible to talk about the crisis of annihilation caused by several technological explosions in later generations. Human beings' research on Qi metal technology has just entered the initial acceleration stage, and everything is full of hope.

Memories flooded his mind. At that time, he had just experienced a serious illness. He had a high fever for seven days and almost met the King of Hades. His gestures were full of weakness and powerlessness.

Wu Gou pondered for a moment, then turned over and felt between his bed, and sure enough, he found two things inside.

One of them was a glass screen larger than a thumb, with Arabic numerals printed on it, but it had been broken for a long time and remained motionless.

The other one is a fountain pen made by Frank, which is difficult to use and will tear the paper if you are not careful.

In 1692, he was just a teenager, and he and his parents, siblings and siblings huddled together in a third of the Shikumen remodeled house, occupying the remodeled east wing, back parlor and kitchen on the first floor.This is a good choice for those who cannot afford to live in a mansion.

The glass screen and low-quality water pen Wu Gou held in his hand were the treasures he picked up when he was a child. At that time, he didn't understand the function of these broken things. , everything is different.

He found a piece of iron and carefully pried open the back of the screen. He removed some of the rusty gears inside, and fiddled with the rest and messy wiring for a long time.

Finally, he closed the lid, put the gadget back in place, flicked the back twice with his fingernail, and immediately heard the sound of the gears moving rhythmically.

It became.

Wu Gou's thumb and forefinger gently clamped the black soft resin on both sides of the thing, and then the sound of electric current, accompanied by the sting like being bitten by an ant, the numbers engraved on the bronze plate began to roll, and after a few seconds, Freeze:
0.82.

He breathed a sigh of relief, not far from what he estimated.

The first technological explosion—that is, the discovery and practical application of Qi metal by the Britons, which swept the world with new warships—occurred nearly 60 years ago.

The magic of the special mineral Qi metal is that it has extremely high activity, but this activity is not stable.Only when it comes into contact with some human beings with special characteristics will it enter the activated state, the fuel efficiency and operating power will increase tenfold and a hundred times, and even cause other special phenomena that are difficult to explain.

The characteristics possessed by this kind of people were quickly summarized as the Qi level, also known as Qi, which is a similar form of electric current in the human body, and 1 is the limit to measure whether an ordinary person is or not.

This piece of glass is actually a small qi detection device. From the Citi logo and foreign characters inside, it is known that it was produced in Milligan on the other side of the ocean. In this period when the research on qi just started, such a piece of glass was broken and was taken away. Discarded, it is really difficult for someone to recognize.

A qi of 0.82 is average for a naturally growing teenager. Children from wealthy families can reach around 16 when they reach the age of 0.9, and the qi of any logistics unit on the battlefield in later generations will exceed 10.

Wu Gou tore off a piece of calendar paper from the past, tapped it lightly with a water pen, and wrote down a point in time. This was a thinking habit he had developed.

March 1692, 3, this is the time when he returned to this world today.

This is an era full of opportunities. Everything is growing wildly. So far, human beings' understanding of qi metal and qi is still superficial. Mecha Valkyrie, the ultimate battlefield profession known as a humanoid weapon, is far from being born. It is he who quickly improves himself , stand out in the future martial arts performances, be favored by big shots, the best time to master massive resources.

After all, the treatment of high-energy human beings and ordinary people in various countries has been heaven and earth, and Mecha Valkyrie is a god-like existence that can rival an entire legion.And Wu Gou, as a person who stands on the top of the mountain in later generations, has mastered several methods of refining and using energy that are beyond the times in his mind, and he is very clear about the direction of future development.

But now is not the time to imagine the future, because the actual situation is more complicated. First of all, the methods of cultivating Qi electricity in later generations are divided into three categories: martial arts to strengthen the body, pharmacological adjustment, and Qi metal transformation.

Obviously martial arts is the most ideal path for him now, but he is small and thin due to his poor family, and now recovering from a serious illness, it is easy to have the opposite effect. In fact, Wu Gou in his previous life only gradually made his fortune ten years later. needs time.

And, more importantly——

Wu Gou squeezed the water pen tightly between his fingers and exerted force suddenly, drawing a long vertical line on the calendar, and wrote another date at the end.

On August 1692, 8, which was his birthday, on the same day, his father Wu Yiou, who bought a few catties of sauced beef in the morning, was tragically involved in a mine accident.In less than a week after that, before his mother Xu Qiuyu died of illness, his elder sister Wu Jingting died in a flying car accident, his younger brother Wu Yong was kidnapped by a group of gangsters, and his whereabouts have been unknown since then. There must be some kind of connection.

Wu Gou's nightmarish 16-year-old began on his birthday, during which he lost everything in his life.He used to investigate this too, but it's a pity that things are different, and the tragedy of that year did not leave any traces.

Therefore, after realizing that he had returned to the situation he was in nearly a hundred years ago, Wu Gou had only one thought in his mind - he didn't know how to take on such a big task as saving the country or the world, but it was him who saved the family members who were close at hand. It can be done with a clenching fist.

He worked hard and wrote a 10 after this date.

This is the energy level that Wu Gou hopes he can have as soon as possible, and it is also the prerequisite for him to accomplish anything as a helpless young man.

After confirming this goal, he tapped his head and wrote a big "money" on the paper.

He knew very well in his heart that what he needed most now was money, and the more the better.

Wu Gou, who was impoverished in his previous life, was taken in by a master who founded a sect by chance.After becoming his disciple, the first thing the master did was not to make him do leg piercing and practice exercises, but to improve the food step by step, serve fish and meat, and treat with traditional Chinese medicine.

Poor culture and rich martial arts, no money, there is no such thing as practicing martial arts, let alone entering the field of qi.

Besides, the current family situation of the Wu family has reached a life-threatening situation. His father, Wu Yiou, works as a middle-level worker in a mine, earning 20 yuan a month. His sick mother, Xu Qiuyu, is from Huainan. She does some tailoring work every month, and a few children walk around the streets to find subscribers. If she is not in poor health and often can't keep up with the work, she can earn more than ten yuan a month.

In fact, Jiang Song's monthly income of 30 yuan in 1692 was not too difficult to support a family, but Xu Qiuyu's lung disease seriously disrupted the Wu family's balance of payments.

The level of medical care in this era is not developed enough. Her illness is like a bottomless pit. The monthly cost of medicine and doctors is more than ten yuan, but it can only delay the process of deterioration.

A year ago, when Wu Yiou hadn't been promoted and could only earn more than a dozen dollars a month, 14-year-old Wu Gou had to join Jiang Song's thousands of young scavengers besides helping his mother run orders. To contribute a meager income.

Thinking this way, Wu Gou added a hundred to the end of "money" in the water pen. He needed to make some money first to relieve the urgent need for his family's financial difficulties, and at the same time prepare a sum of savings for himself.But this simple goal was not easy for a thin boy like him.

He bit the penholder, and the memory of this era slowly revived in his mind.

When it comes to money, I, who just recovered from a serious illness, seem to be about to experience a memorable event.

　The world view of this book is purely empty, not based on any era or historical figures, please forgive me if the content written is not in line with expectations.In addition, this is not mech script, it should be regarded as Chinese martial arts + steampunk.The author is a fan of Deserving and Jiangnan, this is the first time I write, the ugliness is hidden.

　　
　
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