Mecha Soldier's Notes
Chapter 7 Mecha Soldiers Course 1
() From that afternoon onwards, our Mech Soldiers course study officially started.
Mechas are also divided into two categories: land combat mechas and aviation mechas. As the name suggests, the first category is a model that is designed to replace all types of infantry for ground combat. The largest, and the second category is used to replace various types of fighter jets and armed helicopters. It is huge in size, has amazing armor protection and firepower, and has extremely strong output power. Even a behemoth cannot be fully assembled.
However, as a junior student, there is no need for the type of mecha soldiers for the time being, and everyone will be mixed into one class for a big class like a freshman.
The curriculum is far less relaxed than we imagined.Our classroom is set up separately in a large classroom. Once we entered the door, two guards said it was for the sake of confidentiality. Everyone’s notebooks, pcp (personal control system), and even everything else that could be used for memory except the brain were confiscated. Only when it is empty can you enter.
The class was taught by Lieutenant Colonel Durov, a rigid soldier in his forties. He left the deepest impression on me that he could not speak more than ten sentences in a class, and he quickly wrote ants on the virtual screen with a laser pointer. The dense mathematical formulas and conceptual points are connected to the end in one stroke, and the switch on the pen is pressed casually, and all the records are erased with a click.The speed is unheard of high speed, and the knowledge is new and unheard of. In less than 10 minutes, we obviously feel that our brains are a little short-circuited.
"Mr. Colonel, can you slow down a little bit?"
Master Kui raised his hand and said.
But the other party just gave him a cold sideways glance, and spit out a sentence neatly.
"No, please develop your brain as much as possible, Mr. Yang Mu."
So for the whole class, everyone was frantically struggling with their own "brain development".
"Nimma, I'm going to die. What is that 'tampering control system'? It looks amazing."
After class, the lunatic painfully recalled the vague and unclear classroom knowledge, and incidentally slammed his head on the table, knocking a dent in the stainless steel table. Insane nonsense.
But no one laughed at him at the time.
"...No, it's actually a 'sensing control system'. By the way, Dumb, you still have a few percent of your memory."
I suddenly felt that my head was also very eager for the desk board, so before I killed myself, I didn't ask my roommate who was sitting on the side and honestly sorting the stationery.
Dui frowned, looking distressed, I felt chills at the time, even this guy had this expression, the relationship is really dead this time.
"About fifty percent." Dumb said.
The heart is warming up again, it doesn't matter if it is half, because there is still a talented person in the classroom.This time, before I could ask a question, the Tieniu in the front row raised his voice and yelled at the bully in the first row,
"Hey, old Kong, how much do you remember?"
Within a second, Xueba's eternally calm echo came from the front row.
"Sorry, only fifty percent."
"Good shot, this time it's full!"
Surviving a desperate situation, everyone cheered, but at this moment, someone shouted.
"No, it's almost time for Cao's homework!"
By the way, the end of get out of class at the Kutuzov Military Academy is 5 minutes, just enough to go to the toilet.And being late by 1 minute often means that the passing score of this class will leave you forever,
Hearing the sound of a whole table and chairs flipping over, a group of rabbits dashed out of the teaching building at a speed faster than the migrating wildebeest, jumping up and down in one breath under the surprised eyes of the passing furry bears. Rolling down the ninth floor, he finally arrived at the training ground one second before the class bell rang.
Then we saw the [Mosin 3] primary trainer mech there.
With a height of [-] meters, a wide body, thick mechanical arms and curved armor, the highest point is a blister-shaped cockpit that glistens in the sun, and six gas nozzles protected by armor plates as thick as two centimeters. There is still such a huge deterrent there, it seems that once it is activated, it can detonate the mechanical violence that destroys everything in the machine body.
Although there is still a big gap with the combat mech, I feel that my thinking and vision were taken away by this thing in an instant, and I believe the same is true for others.
I figured I'd have to fly it.
There are seven or eight of these mechas in the training ground, and a group of five or six Maoxiong students take turns operating around one machine. It seems to be just a class of people, and a large group of people like us surround a group of mechas. It can be said that it is very eye-catching.
"Fuck, what are you doing there, get out of here!"
A huge bear head protruded from the open cockpit and spit at us wildly. Only then did everyone realize that they were training rather than visiting the mech model.
As our boss, Tie Niu was the first to courageously climb up the three-story elevator. He was behind the former instructor and could take back control from the scrambling rookie when necessary. , this program looks no different from the old century trainer or trainer car.
We pushed to a safe area 50 meters away, and raised our heads to watch at a 45-degree angle. However, judging from the instructor’s mouth that opened wider and wider and the head of the iron bull getting lower and shorter, almost hanging down on the console, the whole process was not going on. No it didn't go well.
After a while, the iron bull was let down dejectedly, and then climbed up tremblingly with another big head, and then there was another ending of being scolded bloody, and we were terrified watching from the sidelines.
Soon, according to my student number, it was my turn. The lunatic macho and the others took turns sighing and patting me on the shoulder, signaling for me to go all the way, and they would not send me off.
Frightened, I pulled the semi-old, not new, creaking elevator to the hatch. Halfway through, my feet slipped on the worn-out steel pipes and almost fell from it. I was still in the back row. The instructor was surprisingly quick, grabbed me like an eagle catching a chick, and threw me directly into the cockpit.
I was so frightened that I collapsed on the seat and gasped for breath, while the bear instructor looked impatient and disdainful.
"Damn it, you'll be scared like this if something big is too fart, hurry up if you want to play, don't waste my time."
of course yes.
I don't know where the strength came from, I immediately struggled to get up, and began to look for the steering wheel or the control lever, but I couldn't see anything except a bunch of instruments and displays in front of me.
What's happening here?
"Where do the eyes grow, on both sides of you!"
After being scolded by the instructor, I found out that there is a control lever about [-] centimeters apart on each side of the cockpit, which is similar to the shifter of an old-fashioned car.
Holding those two things, I felt a little more at ease in my heart, and I tried the pedals with the soles of my feet habitually according to the thinking of driving, but I was scolded again by the back seat.
"You idiot, look at the pedals before stepping on them."
I took a closer look and found that there were four unexpected pedals under my feet, not to mention two extra pedals of unknown meaning, and the mech didn't seem to use a clutch.
Then the instructor began to explain, pointing out the nozzles corresponding to these pedals, and I realized that these were the controllers of the pedals. The instructor's explanation slowly fumbled for each large controller.
Sure enough, as Captain Hu said, this is something completely different from ordinary machinery or even weapons.
I thought I would do a simulation today, but who knew that after explaining the general operation process, the instructor took a breath and leaned back in the chair, and gave even more terrible instructions in a tone of sitting firmly on Mount Tai.
"Fly?"
"What?"
At first I was so scared that I almost jumped out without opening the hatch, but after I was scared, I felt an extremely exciting excitement like lighting a fuse from the bottom of my heart.
"I said, fly up, hurry up!"
The instructor yelled at the top of his voice, spit on the back of my head, but I didn't hear it and didn't feel uncomfortable. At that time, my brain was completely shocked by a strong sense of excitement, and I turned on this big guy weighing [-] tons. Enthusiasm completely overrides all other thoughts.
Bluntly press the switch, light up the dashboards in the cockpit one by one, push down the unlock handle to pull the joint lock, finally swallow hard, hold the operation handles on both sides and push down to the end, inject fuel evenly, and then obviously I can feel it, the entire cockpit, oh, or the body trembled a little bit.It is estimated that it is almost the same, and I start to pull the joystick back. At this time, the joystick seems to weigh a thousand catties, and it takes the strength of eating milk to pull it up little by little.
Accompanied by the loud noise of the nozzle, a suction force ran through my whole body, almost pulling all the blood from my upper body to the lower body, and my field of vision began to rise. Because of the position of the cockpit, this process even caused people to feel like they were flying into the air. Illusion, this kind of illusion is often recalled by the brothers in the teaching group. Some people think it is scary, and some people feel nervous.
I'm feeling excited, very excited.
Just four or five days ago, I was just huddling in the armored train to admire its majesty, and now I actually drove this thing with my own hands!
Plop, plop, that's the feeling of a heartbeat.
Plop, plop, that's a feeling of excitement.
I didn’t do any complicated tactical moves that day, I just circled a few times at low altitude. To be honest, I didn’t have any major problems except that I was a little confused when I stepped on a few pedals at the beginning, and I couldn’t control the margin. It was too stiff, like a large model, and there was no sense of fluidity at all. Later, I spent a lot of effort to adjust it to make the movement a little smoother. It was still very uncomfortable at that time.
It's a little strange that the bear instructor didn't scold me any more during the whole process, but kept silent as if he was asleep, because I was busy competing with a bunch of instruments, and I didn't have time to look at his expression.
After a while, the hairy bear instructor gave the return order. I followed the procedure he said to reduce the engine output, adjust the attitude of the body, and slowly lower the height of the body. It didn’t take long before I heard the friction between the special alloy of the lower limbs of the mech and the ground. With the "squeak" sound, I hurriedly searched for another component.
But…….
But where is the brake, I drafted the brake of the uncle, and now it is dead, how can I stop it!
[Mosin 3] slid out quickly along the runway, and the buildings on both sides flashed past both sides of the cockpit as if they were fast-forwarding. Dodge this crazy armored beast.
"Use the front jets, use the front jets to slow down idiots!"
The hairy bear instructor also screamed in fright, oh, it should have roared, and beat my head with his fist desperately.
I'll go, you should have said earlier!
I suddenly pulled up the joystick, and at the same time stepped on the third pedal, only to hear a loud "boom", and the whole person was pushed into the seat by the huge inertia, and the field of vision rotated 360 degrees in all directions , I don't know anything when my eyes go dark.
"Stupid... idiot, the range of motion is too great."
These were the last words I heard before I passed out.
Afterwards, the brothers praised me for being amazing, not to mention the smooth flight I got on the plane for the first time, and even made a cobra maneuver with the mecha...
Mechas are also divided into two categories: land combat mechas and aviation mechas. As the name suggests, the first category is a model that is designed to replace all types of infantry for ground combat. The largest, and the second category is used to replace various types of fighter jets and armed helicopters. It is huge in size, has amazing armor protection and firepower, and has extremely strong output power. Even a behemoth cannot be fully assembled.
However, as a junior student, there is no need for the type of mecha soldiers for the time being, and everyone will be mixed into one class for a big class like a freshman.
The curriculum is far less relaxed than we imagined.Our classroom is set up separately in a large classroom. Once we entered the door, two guards said it was for the sake of confidentiality. Everyone’s notebooks, pcp (personal control system), and even everything else that could be used for memory except the brain were confiscated. Only when it is empty can you enter.
The class was taught by Lieutenant Colonel Durov, a rigid soldier in his forties. He left the deepest impression on me that he could not speak more than ten sentences in a class, and he quickly wrote ants on the virtual screen with a laser pointer. The dense mathematical formulas and conceptual points are connected to the end in one stroke, and the switch on the pen is pressed casually, and all the records are erased with a click.The speed is unheard of high speed, and the knowledge is new and unheard of. In less than 10 minutes, we obviously feel that our brains are a little short-circuited.
"Mr. Colonel, can you slow down a little bit?"
Master Kui raised his hand and said.
But the other party just gave him a cold sideways glance, and spit out a sentence neatly.
"No, please develop your brain as much as possible, Mr. Yang Mu."
So for the whole class, everyone was frantically struggling with their own "brain development".
"Nimma, I'm going to die. What is that 'tampering control system'? It looks amazing."
After class, the lunatic painfully recalled the vague and unclear classroom knowledge, and incidentally slammed his head on the table, knocking a dent in the stainless steel table. Insane nonsense.
But no one laughed at him at the time.
"...No, it's actually a 'sensing control system'. By the way, Dumb, you still have a few percent of your memory."
I suddenly felt that my head was also very eager for the desk board, so before I killed myself, I didn't ask my roommate who was sitting on the side and honestly sorting the stationery.
Dui frowned, looking distressed, I felt chills at the time, even this guy had this expression, the relationship is really dead this time.
"About fifty percent." Dumb said.
The heart is warming up again, it doesn't matter if it is half, because there is still a talented person in the classroom.This time, before I could ask a question, the Tieniu in the front row raised his voice and yelled at the bully in the first row,
"Hey, old Kong, how much do you remember?"
Within a second, Xueba's eternally calm echo came from the front row.
"Sorry, only fifty percent."
"Good shot, this time it's full!"
Surviving a desperate situation, everyone cheered, but at this moment, someone shouted.
"No, it's almost time for Cao's homework!"
By the way, the end of get out of class at the Kutuzov Military Academy is 5 minutes, just enough to go to the toilet.And being late by 1 minute often means that the passing score of this class will leave you forever,
Hearing the sound of a whole table and chairs flipping over, a group of rabbits dashed out of the teaching building at a speed faster than the migrating wildebeest, jumping up and down in one breath under the surprised eyes of the passing furry bears. Rolling down the ninth floor, he finally arrived at the training ground one second before the class bell rang.
Then we saw the [Mosin 3] primary trainer mech there.
With a height of [-] meters, a wide body, thick mechanical arms and curved armor, the highest point is a blister-shaped cockpit that glistens in the sun, and six gas nozzles protected by armor plates as thick as two centimeters. There is still such a huge deterrent there, it seems that once it is activated, it can detonate the mechanical violence that destroys everything in the machine body.
Although there is still a big gap with the combat mech, I feel that my thinking and vision were taken away by this thing in an instant, and I believe the same is true for others.
I figured I'd have to fly it.
There are seven or eight of these mechas in the training ground, and a group of five or six Maoxiong students take turns operating around one machine. It seems to be just a class of people, and a large group of people like us surround a group of mechas. It can be said that it is very eye-catching.
"Fuck, what are you doing there, get out of here!"
A huge bear head protruded from the open cockpit and spit at us wildly. Only then did everyone realize that they were training rather than visiting the mech model.
As our boss, Tie Niu was the first to courageously climb up the three-story elevator. He was behind the former instructor and could take back control from the scrambling rookie when necessary. , this program looks no different from the old century trainer or trainer car.
We pushed to a safe area 50 meters away, and raised our heads to watch at a 45-degree angle. However, judging from the instructor’s mouth that opened wider and wider and the head of the iron bull getting lower and shorter, almost hanging down on the console, the whole process was not going on. No it didn't go well.
After a while, the iron bull was let down dejectedly, and then climbed up tremblingly with another big head, and then there was another ending of being scolded bloody, and we were terrified watching from the sidelines.
Soon, according to my student number, it was my turn. The lunatic macho and the others took turns sighing and patting me on the shoulder, signaling for me to go all the way, and they would not send me off.
Frightened, I pulled the semi-old, not new, creaking elevator to the hatch. Halfway through, my feet slipped on the worn-out steel pipes and almost fell from it. I was still in the back row. The instructor was surprisingly quick, grabbed me like an eagle catching a chick, and threw me directly into the cockpit.
I was so frightened that I collapsed on the seat and gasped for breath, while the bear instructor looked impatient and disdainful.
"Damn it, you'll be scared like this if something big is too fart, hurry up if you want to play, don't waste my time."
of course yes.
I don't know where the strength came from, I immediately struggled to get up, and began to look for the steering wheel or the control lever, but I couldn't see anything except a bunch of instruments and displays in front of me.
What's happening here?
"Where do the eyes grow, on both sides of you!"
After being scolded by the instructor, I found out that there is a control lever about [-] centimeters apart on each side of the cockpit, which is similar to the shifter of an old-fashioned car.
Holding those two things, I felt a little more at ease in my heart, and I tried the pedals with the soles of my feet habitually according to the thinking of driving, but I was scolded again by the back seat.
"You idiot, look at the pedals before stepping on them."
I took a closer look and found that there were four unexpected pedals under my feet, not to mention two extra pedals of unknown meaning, and the mech didn't seem to use a clutch.
Then the instructor began to explain, pointing out the nozzles corresponding to these pedals, and I realized that these were the controllers of the pedals. The instructor's explanation slowly fumbled for each large controller.
Sure enough, as Captain Hu said, this is something completely different from ordinary machinery or even weapons.
I thought I would do a simulation today, but who knew that after explaining the general operation process, the instructor took a breath and leaned back in the chair, and gave even more terrible instructions in a tone of sitting firmly on Mount Tai.
"Fly?"
"What?"
At first I was so scared that I almost jumped out without opening the hatch, but after I was scared, I felt an extremely exciting excitement like lighting a fuse from the bottom of my heart.
"I said, fly up, hurry up!"
The instructor yelled at the top of his voice, spit on the back of my head, but I didn't hear it and didn't feel uncomfortable. At that time, my brain was completely shocked by a strong sense of excitement, and I turned on this big guy weighing [-] tons. Enthusiasm completely overrides all other thoughts.
Bluntly press the switch, light up the dashboards in the cockpit one by one, push down the unlock handle to pull the joint lock, finally swallow hard, hold the operation handles on both sides and push down to the end, inject fuel evenly, and then obviously I can feel it, the entire cockpit, oh, or the body trembled a little bit.It is estimated that it is almost the same, and I start to pull the joystick back. At this time, the joystick seems to weigh a thousand catties, and it takes the strength of eating milk to pull it up little by little.
Accompanied by the loud noise of the nozzle, a suction force ran through my whole body, almost pulling all the blood from my upper body to the lower body, and my field of vision began to rise. Because of the position of the cockpit, this process even caused people to feel like they were flying into the air. Illusion, this kind of illusion is often recalled by the brothers in the teaching group. Some people think it is scary, and some people feel nervous.
I'm feeling excited, very excited.
Just four or five days ago, I was just huddling in the armored train to admire its majesty, and now I actually drove this thing with my own hands!
Plop, plop, that's the feeling of a heartbeat.
Plop, plop, that's a feeling of excitement.
I didn’t do any complicated tactical moves that day, I just circled a few times at low altitude. To be honest, I didn’t have any major problems except that I was a little confused when I stepped on a few pedals at the beginning, and I couldn’t control the margin. It was too stiff, like a large model, and there was no sense of fluidity at all. Later, I spent a lot of effort to adjust it to make the movement a little smoother. It was still very uncomfortable at that time.
It's a little strange that the bear instructor didn't scold me any more during the whole process, but kept silent as if he was asleep, because I was busy competing with a bunch of instruments, and I didn't have time to look at his expression.
After a while, the hairy bear instructor gave the return order. I followed the procedure he said to reduce the engine output, adjust the attitude of the body, and slowly lower the height of the body. It didn’t take long before I heard the friction between the special alloy of the lower limbs of the mech and the ground. With the "squeak" sound, I hurriedly searched for another component.
But…….
But where is the brake, I drafted the brake of the uncle, and now it is dead, how can I stop it!
[Mosin 3] slid out quickly along the runway, and the buildings on both sides flashed past both sides of the cockpit as if they were fast-forwarding. Dodge this crazy armored beast.
"Use the front jets, use the front jets to slow down idiots!"
The hairy bear instructor also screamed in fright, oh, it should have roared, and beat my head with his fist desperately.
I'll go, you should have said earlier!
I suddenly pulled up the joystick, and at the same time stepped on the third pedal, only to hear a loud "boom", and the whole person was pushed into the seat by the huge inertia, and the field of vision rotated 360 degrees in all directions , I don't know anything when my eyes go dark.
"Stupid... idiot, the range of motion is too great."
These were the last words I heard before I passed out.
Afterwards, the brothers praised me for being amazing, not to mention the smooth flight I got on the plane for the first time, and even made a cobra maneuver with the mecha...
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