Whistle To the Earth, You Guys Really Know How To Play

In the clearing, Gern released the black mecha in the space button.

The standard military high-level mecha of the Silan Empire has exactly the same appearance and equipment accessories. The standard mecha of the elite battalion will be slightly changed, such as the threshold value is increased, the connection effect of the thinking antennae is better, and the machine A's reaction will be more sensitive.

Referee: "Both sides debug mecha!"

Following the referee's prompts, Gern and his opponent entered the standard mechas.

In the space on the side of the force, the pile of keyboards and joysticks on the console caused Gern a headache.

In the past ten days, in order to adapt to the neural access type of mecha operation, he has not touched the joystick keyboard in order to catch up with this joint military training.

"Huh--" He took a deep breath and then exhaled, he skillfully separated a small part of the mental tentacles, connected the nerve access device, and the mecha lit up.

[Threshold: Two-star level, can drive, can turn on some functions and protection systems. 】

Um? Can some functions and protection systems be turned on? This reminder had never appeared in the pilot mech before, and Gern was a little confused.

Before he could react, small shock-absorbing airbags and cushions appeared evenly on the surrounding bulkheads. In addition to the general-purpose seat belts on the shoulders, the waist and legs also stretched out and buckled the seat belts, which would not affect his normalcy. There is no discomfort in the operation, it seems to be just to fix him.

These measures are not so rigorous in the usual standard mechas. What is going on?

After a few minutes, the referee: "Please choose the venue." After speaking, he looked at the high platform.

Ten kinds of terrains such as woodlands, swamps, deserts, stone forests, grasslands, etc. flashed across the quantum screen.

Morris pointed casually, "That's it."

Ying Hook nose saw what he was pointing at, smiled, and nodded: "This is good! Go get ready."

The referee saw that it was Shilin, not far from here, and it was a matter of minutes to move the field.

Morris stood up, supported the brim of his hat, and took a look at Gern's mecha and quickly moved away.

The color of this mecha seems a bit wrong. The black of the high-level mecha is jet black, pure black, without any other gloss, but Gern’s mecha seems to be more than black, and some places have star points. The luster of meteorite blue is a bit like another standard mecha...

Morris furrowed his eyebrows, glanced sideways at the hooked nose, and let out a cold snort from the nose, the gully rat.

After thinking it through, he loosened his brows again and looked at Gern's direction with interest.

This seems... more interesting, will it surprise him?

Gern kept looking outside through the screen and saw Morris glanced in this direction. He intuitively looked at himself, but that look seemed unkind?

Frightened by his own thoughts, Gern let out a chuckle and muttered to himself: "I will win."

The stone forest scene is a rugged land boundary, probably caused by the collision of two continental plates. Some fault cliffs rush into the sky, and huge irregular stones stand in between.

Referee: "The practice reminds both of you to learn from each other! Get ready! Let's start!"

The referee gave an order, and the opponent's mech attacked aggressively. Gunn manipulated the mecha to retreat. Still a few seconds later, the mecha's right foot was swept across.

The center of gravity of the huge mecha was unstable and fell to the ground.

Ying Goubi smiled and nodded, and looked at Morris with a smug look, only to find that Morris was still calm.

A gloom flashed in his eyes, hum, this was just the beginning.

At the moment when the mecha fell to the ground, Guern felt that something was wrong. The response of this mecha was too slow. He has been familiar with the standard mecha for the past ten days. Even if there are differences between individuals, it will not be delayed. That's too much, right?

But the strange thing is that this mecha is not like a low-level mecha. If a low-level mecha cannot withstand his mental threshold, even though it is only a part of it.

There was not much time left for Genn to think. The enemy's attack came from the sky. Genn's strenuous driving mecha rolled and dodged the attack, but the enemy was still chasing him.

Gern panted and looked suspiciously at the equipment in the cabin.

What is wrong, the mecha is not a low-level mecha, and there is no problem with the splintered mental tentacles. Why is there a delay in action?

Amidst the shaking, the enemy mech showed up its weapons and shelled out.

Bang!

Gern’s mecha crossed his hands to block the attack. During the violent shaking, he suddenly remembered the prompt of the mecha after he had just started to connect:

[Threshold: Two-star level, can drive, can open some functions and protection systems. 】

Can some functions be turned on? Why is it "partial" instead of all?

Bang!

Another attack swept Gern's mecha back a few steps.

Part... part? part! Is it because I didn't put all the thinking tentacles in it? However, advanced mechas simply cannot carry so many thought tentacles. At least the three-star thought tentacles must be able to withstand the king-class mecha to have such a high threshold access device.

Gern's inspiration flashed! Could it be!

The sharp-eyed discovery of the nerve access device seemed a bit weird—it was too prominent.

Gern's stern eyebrows remained motionless, stopped the action of the mecha, stretched out his hand to break it, and the outside conversion device fell, revealing the real mecha's own nerve access device.

"General Morris' soldiers seem to have given up?"

"Abandon yourself, you should have given up after being crushed and beaten for so long."

With a mocking nose on the hook, he said, "Morris, your people seem to be like that."

"How is my person? You don't need your judgment." Morris covered his mouth with slender fingers, and yawned lazily, the corners of his eyes being trapped and forced into a crimson moist.

Yinggou's nose looked at him deeply, this person will always look like this arrogant and defiant person, really wanting to trample him under his feet, to play with him, to conquer him...

At this moment Morris looked at the mecha that was motionless and beaten on the field, and he was also a little anxious. He knew that Genn’s strength was not only the second-star rank, but he didn’t know exactly how it was. He would never be crushed like this. Bar?

The outer shell of Gern's mecha is already scarred, and the people inside must have been shocked, and they may lose consciousness.

The referee was about to announce the end when he saw Gunn's mecha violently, oppressing the enemy, and removing an arm of the enemy mecha between the sparks and fire.

"Wow!"

The sudden reversal caused the audience to exclaim!

In the cockpit of the mech, Genn's face is slightly pale. He has linked all the thinking tentacles to the access device. The movements of every part of the mecha are a hundred times subtler than those of the advanced mecha, and the threshold is more than an order of magnitude higher. , The brain received so much for the first time, and it was a little overwhelming for a while.

The enemy plane turned over and fled while he was stunned, hiding behind a huge rock and attacking Gern with a long-range weapon.

The laser hit Gern's mecha strongly, and some thin fragments were scraped off, revealing the original color of the mecha shell.

"Huh? Isn't that a high-level mecha? How can there be a meteorite blue color?"

Morris squinted his eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth. Heh, the king-level mecha, the entire empire does not exceed 100 units. In order to prevent him from coming to Taiwan, it is really a waste of money.

Ying Hook nose's face changed slightly. This mecha was prepared for him by the family after the breakthrough a few days ago. Yesterday, I saw the appearance of the high-level mecha and felt very similar, so I temporarily set up today's trap.

Ordinary soldiers, even the operating soldiers of the Guards Battalion, are at best the ability to drive advanced mechas. Driving the king mecha with the strength of the advanced mecha will inevitably not be able to fully enable the function of receiving the king mecha, resulting in confusion of hands and feet. Reluctant actions can also cause delays.

He quickly calmed down again, even if he was discovered to be a king-level mecha, who could question him if he accidentally took the wrong sentence.

[The connection is initialized to 100%, and all functions can be turned on. 】

After Gern briefly shook his mind, he gradually became clearer.

"Weapon function."

【please choose. 】

Gunn fired a quantum laser cannon at will.

The king-class mecha revealed its original appearance, and a three-section barrel stretched out of the mechanical arm to aim at the hidden stones of the enemy.

Boom!

After a huge roar, the stones turned to dust, the mecha shell of the enemy plane broke, and the parts were scattered all over the ground. A soldier was lying in a protective cabin wrapped in the smoked mecha wreckage, life or death unknown.

The cockpit of the king-class mecha opened, and a figure jumped down, kneeling on one knee to stabilize his figure.

Everyone in the audience looked at him quietly, and a sentence emerged in their hearts:

This soldier was able to drive a king-class mech, and General Morris really crouched beside him.

The sweat from Gunn's forehead dripped down his temples, his stature was a little shaky, but he walked in front of Morris with an unusually firm pace.

He looked at Morris, his eyes still smiling, as if to say: I won.

Morris raised his eyebrows, stood up with his long legs stretched out, and said to him with certainty: "You have won."

Sure enough, he didn't see the wrong person.

The referee came back to his senses and announced: "The first game! General Morris wins!"

The medical staff stepped onto the field and carried the unconscious soldier down.

The generals of other legions saw some clues and mocked: "Today's mechas are really high-end, and all the king-class mechas have come out."

The eagle hooked his nose and laughed twice. "I'm really sorry everyone. This year's mecha and field equipment are the responsibility of our army. This king-class mecha is my own. I originally gave it to my soldiers for maintenance. Who knows he made a mistake?! I will punish him severely when I go back!"

After speaking, he pretended to take a look at the soldier beside him.

The unlucky soldier closed his eyes severely and made a confession face in cooperation.

"It's a soldier of Morris..." Hawkhook's nose turned, looked at Gern, and looked up and down: "You can drive the King-class mecha smoothly and activate the laser cannon function. Why don't we? Know that there is such a number one in your camp?"

Morris held up the brim of his hat, showing beautiful eyes, and said with seven points of pride and three points of disdain: "My man, you don't need to know."

Hook nose suddenly turned black.

Genn, known as "my man", was happy in his heart.

The author has something to say: Gern: emmm...what are the requirements?