The old man led Tian Xingjian straight into a humble gray two-story building. As soon as he reached the door, he saw a soldier who was also wearing only shorts and had a standard federal mechanical maintenance automatic arm on his hand. The old man was happy and whispered to himself: "Hey, have these guys who should be shot come to their senses today? They knew I didn't have enough manpower and sent two people." He shouted to the soldier: "Hey! You, what are you looking at? I'm talking about you. Follow me!"
The mechanical maintenance soldier looked unhappy, as if he had taken on a huge and difficult task. He followed the old man dejectedly and turned his head to secretly ask Tian Xingjian: "Brother, what did you do wrong? You were sent to this monster." The fat man was stunned and felt a little uncomfortable. He said: "I just came and I don't know anything." He secretly guessed in his heart: "It's over, it must be the more than 20 escapes recorded in the battlefield automatic recorder." The fat man knew since he joined the army that the military regulations stipulated that deserters would be subject to military trials and punished according to the severity of the circumstances. The heaviest punishment was the death penalty! Especially during the war, soldiers who escaped were almost all executed without exception. Although he was a mechanical maintenance soldier, the number of escapes was a bit too many.
In fact, except for the combat maintenance team specially assigned to the combat troops, other professional mechanical maintenance soldiers do not belong to the combat sequence. In the army, they belong to the logistics sequence like field hospitals. When the battle situation is not going well, they should be evacuated first. Except for special circumstances, they will not be sent to the battlefield. If there is no combat order, then running away when the combat troops of one's own side are defeated cannot be regarded as escaping without fighting.
Fatty's escape record has long been known to others. In their eyes, they just think that this mechanical maintenance soldier runs very fast, without the consciousness of automatically and consciously sacrificing his life for the country and fighting to the end, which makes people despise this guy for being greedy for life and afraid of death. However, this will at most affect Fatty's future in the army. The crime of desertion has nothing to do with him. When
Fatty thought about it, he felt a little flustered, but how could he help himself when he got here? If he had known this earlier, he might as well walk on the road for a few more days, or just live in seclusion in the mountains.
The old man took them around a few corners in the corridor, passed through several heavy iron doors in succession, and entered an elevator. After fiddling with the elevator control console for a while, a panel popped up. The old man put his hand on the panel, and a green light scanned his palm from top to bottom and then scanned the old man's pupils. After confirming that it was correct, it started to move all the way down. After about five or six minutes, the elevator finally stopped. According to the fat man's calculation of the elevator speed, this place is at least five or six hundred meters deep underground.
"Where is this going? I'm just a mechanic, there's no need to be detained so tightly!" The fat man wailed in his heart.
The elevator door opened, and a corridor appeared in front of the three people. After walking forward for dozens of meters along the corridor, there was a transparent disinfection room. The old man pushed the two people in and said repeatedly: "Hurry up and go in. After disinfection, there are antibacterial suits next to it. Take them and put them on!"
Hearing that it was not a poison gas room, the fat man's heart, which had just been lifted, fell a little. He hurried into the room to wash it under the shower head and put on a large antibacterial suit.
Seeing the fat man's quick movements, the old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, you're pretty quick." After waiting for a minute, the old man saw another mechanical maintenance soldier still slowly putting on his clothes. He yelled at him, "You deserve to be shot, hurry up and put on your clothes! Don't waste my time."
Finally, when the mechanic soldier put on his clothes and walked out, the old man led the two into the last door, which was an alloy automatic door. As soon as they entered the door, a huge hall appeared in front of Tian Xingjian. The hall was full of mechanical parts, mechas, weapons and various equipment. In the center of the hall, there was also a huge central computer flashing tens of thousands of electronic signal tubes. A group of people in white dustproof work clothes were busy. There were some passages and doors around the hall.
The fat man was a little confused. This place didn't look like a prison, but more like a huge laboratory.
The old man pointed to a pile of things in a corner that could not be distinguished as mechas or parts and said to Tian Xingjian and the soldier: "Fix it for me quickly. The drawings are in the computer. If you don't know how to do it, just look it up yourself! The tools and parts are all here, and food will be delivered regularly. Take it yourself. I only have two requirements, speed and quality! Now is a war period, and our experiments must race against time. If you can't keep up with my progress, you will be shot! If you break these equipment, you will also be shot! If you can't fix it, you will be shot even more!"
When the fat man heard it, his face turned pale!
The old man looked at the pale and sweaty fat man strangely, and then said: "Hurry up and work if you hear it clearly!" With a wave of his hand, he went straight to a room inside, muttering as he walked: "How much time have you wasted me! You should all be shot, you should all be shot!"
It seems that although he has not been tried in a military trial, he has probably been convicted, and now is the only chance to redeem himself and save his life. When Fatty thought of this, he rushed to the pile of parts as fast as he could, like a toy rabbit with a nuclear battery, and buried his head in work. He wanted to use his best performance to complete the commutation of his suspended death sentence to life imprisonment.
Looking at this mechanical maintenance soldier working hard, the staff in the laboratory looked at each other in bewilderment. They rarely saw such a diligent maintenance soldier. Usually, the soldiers who were sent here to help were soldiers who made mistakes outside and were punished here. Because the workload was too heavy, there was no freedom, and the things they were responsible for repairing were also very profound and complicated, and they all complained bitterly. People like Fatty were rare.
Two days later, everyone in the laboratory knew that they had picked up a treasure this time. This Fatty worked longer hours every day than those crazy researchers, and his movements were ridiculously fast. He could repair some rare mechas or weapons without even looking at the blueprints. When another mechanical maintenance soldier received the order to leave, the pile of broken things had basically been repaired by Fatty alone.
This Fatty, what a talent!
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The fat man soon became familiar with the researchers in the institute. This cowardly guy rushed to do almost everything. Repairing the damaged mechas and weapons during research and testing was the fat man's forte. In addition, he was sweet-mouthed and had no temper, which made everyone in the laboratory like him very much.
Since the establishment of this military laboratory, there has only been one mechanical maintenance soldier who can stay in this laboratory that works day and night without being ordered to leave. It just so happens that this person is very worry-free to use. This fact makes everyone feel lucky.
Occasionally, they would guess what mistakes the fat man made outside that he was locked up in this place for so long.
This laboratory belongs to the Garipalan Military Academy. Around the academy, there is a military base that is responsible for military training for students and strictly protecting the academy. All activities in the academy are related to the military. All teachers and researchers are soldiers, and everyone has a military rank. The
most frightening person in the academy is not the dean with the rank of general, but the person in charge of the seventh laboratory of the academy, the old man who brought the fat man in - Boswell. This weird old man is not a soldier, nor does he have a military rank, but he leads the largest military laboratory in the academy and is the first instructor of the mecha and weapon design major. Before the war broke out, because of the academy's system, students majoring in mechanical engineering could be arranged to work in maintenance and other aspects. After the war broke out, all the students in the academy were transferred to grassroots commanders, and the academy implemented a wartime system. No students came to help with chores. This made Boswell very annoyed! In the eyes of this old man, apart from research, other things are not worth paying attention to.
The severe war situation has already made the front-line command established in the academy overwhelmed and in a mess. Who has time to care about an old man with a weird temper? The old man's bad temper also offended many mid-level officers who were responsible for the specific work assignment. Therefore, this place became a place to punish soldiers who violated discipline in disguise. When a soldier made a mistake, he was thrown into the laboratory to do chores.
After all, the soldiers who made mistakes were few in number, and even fewer of them were proficient in mechanical maintenance. The damaged mecha weapons during the test and scientific research piled up into a small mountain. It was really to the point where they had to be dealt with. Old man Boswell finally put down his work and rushed to the front-line headquarters to roar. The army agreed to send someone. Unexpectedly, the fat man with the mechanical maintenance automatic arm was also pulled into the laboratory by the old man by mistake.
Seeing the fat man's natural appearance of staying here, these researchers were very curious: Did the fat man make a big mistake? Or was he simply assigned here by the headquarters to be responsible for laboratory maintenance.
When He Tian Xingjian was bragging, they would also ask curiously. But how could the fat man say such a shameful thing as running away twenty-one times! Especially among these curious babies, there were several beauties. The fat man's resolute policy of not confessing made these people more certain of their guesses.
Milan was one of the beauties among this group of curious babies. This beautiful girl, who was only twenty years old, had an amazing talent for science, but she had a very obvious shortcoming: her hands-on ability was too weak! Seeing her frantically doing experiments and being careless and messy, everyone in the laboratory felt a headache. After several minor accidents that shouldn't have happened, the laboratory simply assigned her two operators to prove her theoretical discoveries with experiments and produce her designs. Now
, two people are not enough for Milan, and she quickly set her sights on the fat man who was wandering around after repairing the broken things.
"Fatty, come here!" Milan shouted in the hall.
The fat man, who was very familiar with her with his eloquent words, had already become familiar with her.
The fat man immediately put down his work and ran over at the fastest speed. He knew that in this "prison", the person who could not be offended the most was this woman, besides Boswell!
This beautiful woman with a well-behaved and pure face was the youngest researcher in the laboratory. She was almost unconditionally loved by those technology enthusiasts. As long as she looked pitiful, no matter how difficult her request was, she would be accepted. This extremely talented technology beauty was the treasure of all the weird old men and those middle-aged uncles.
"I'm here. What's the matter? Tell me. Haha." The fat man had his silly smile on his face.
"I'm too busy! Come and help!" Milan was not polite at all, and pulled the fat man into her exclusive research room.
The fat man was dumbfounded when he entered the research room. Although he usually went to other researchers' studios, this was the first time he saw a studio like Milan.
This room, which is almost half the size of the hall outside, is more like an ancient military museum than a studio. Whether it is the furnishings or the displays, even the mechas and weapons being made and assembled are all antique designs.
In the huge display cabinet on the wall of the room, some classic firearms from ancient Earth are displayed. Such as the Maxim machine gun, MP38 submachine gun, Mauser 1896 Mauser pistol, Browning, Mauser 98, M1 Garand rifle, M16, AK47, etc.
In the middle of the room, there were more than a dozen land combat mechas parked on the ground. Most of these mechas were reminiscent of ancient armored vehicles. There was even a short mecha whose top energy cannon was exactly the same as the turret of an M1A1 tank.
In the innermost part of the room, a very beautiful humanoid mecha made the fat man dumbfounded. This was not a mecha, but a work of art. The mecha was made of an unknown alloy, and the external armor made it impossible for the fat man to tell what material it was made of. The whole mecha was a light blue streamer, and the streamlined fuselage and the sturdy local shape made people unable to take their eyes off it. The folded wings behind the mecha made people feel strange. What kind of mecha was this? Land combat mecha? Aviation mecha? Space mecha?
"This is a transforming mecha." Milan introduced the fat man while watching him circle around the mecha.
"Transforming mecha?" The fat man was a little discouraged.
This kind of mecha, which was produced 2,000 years ago in the new era of the space age, is basically a synonym for waste. Today's advanced private mechas and combat mechas have completely abandoned the design concept of the time. Because the current mechas have a strong division of labor, except for the partial deformation when walking, there is no need to do full body deformation.
The biggest disadvantage of the full body deformation mecha is that it is useless! For example, a heavy land combat mecha that needs thick armor and weighs tens or even hundreds of tons can be turned into a land-based aviation fighter. It is just a thing to be played with. Extra parts, extra weight, a waste of money, a super-horsepower engine, and a strange fuselage that cannot fully conform to the theory of aerodynamics are all unsolvable problems.
Since land combat mechas cannot adapt to the needs of atmospheric air combat, what about aviation mechas?
Space combat mechas based on space aircraft carriers do not need to be deformed. In a vacuum environment without gravity, what is the purpose of deformation? Unlike space fighters, which aim to destroy, the mission of space combat mechas is to land and capture enemy warships, and they are usually dispatched at the end of the battle. Either the battle has basically locked the victory, or the fighters have suffered too much loss and need to use mechas as combat power supplement. The space combat mecha with humanoid as the basic shape can also adapt to the combat needs on the ground. This adaptation is based on the shape of the space mecha itself, and there is no need to transform.
Similarly, space mechas are also not suitable for air combat within the planet's atmosphere. They are even heavier than land combat mechas. In the gravity-free space, such mechas are allowed, but in the atmosphere, they will definitely be targets for attack.
The fat man secretly curled his lips, but unfortunately this action did not escape Milan's eyes. She twisted the fat man's ear and said angrily: "This is the most advanced mecha in our laboratory, dead fat man, you have never seen the world, how dare you look down on it!?"
For several weeks, the one who bullied the fat man the most was this beautiful woman who looked gentle, pure and harmless. Therefore, this hand grabbing and twisting was really clean and neat.
Tian Xingjian cried out, and the painful expression on his face could make all humans unable to bear to watch without tears blurring their vision!
Milan had seen through the fat man's tricks long ago, and twisted his hand hard before letting go, and said angrily: "Come here! I'll show you what a real transforming mecha is!"
As soon as she pressed the automatic remote control device in her hand, the canopy of the mecha popped up, and she climbed onto the cabin along the mechanical legs. When the hatch was about to close, she glared at the fat man and said, "Country bumpkin, look carefully."
With Milan's operation, the fat man was really shocked this time. The mecha's external armor decomposed into small pieces of thin sheets like magic, and then quickly shrank together, like a compressed sponge, disappearing into a square hole behind the mecha. Then, the mecha began to change. The first thing that changed was the color. The strange stream of light flashed, and the whole body of the mecha turned black. Then, the limbs and head quickly folded together with the fuselage and began to deform as a whole. This deformation was like melted cheese. After a few seconds, the cheese solidified into a black meteorite with some realistic patterns.
"This life is unbearable!" The fat man took a breath of cold air in his heart: "Liquid metal!!!"
"Keep watching!" Milan's voice came through the electronic loudspeaker of the mecha. With
a "pop!" sound, the mecha ejected its limbs almost instantly and returned to its original shape. At the same time, the external armor also ejected from the square hole and quickly covered the whole body.
The fat man felt a little collapsed.
"Oh my God! Liquefied metal with memory attributes! Used to make this... This woman is crazy!"
Then, the mecha simulated the forms of land-based aviation fighters, space fighters, small transport ships and universal land combat mechas suitable for all terrains.
Milan jumped off the mecha and asked proudly: "How about it! Look at your mouth again."
Tian Xingjian was speechless and couldn't speak. After a long while, the bitch asked with a silly expression: "This toy is valuable, right? How much can it be sold for?"
Milan was almost mad to death, and said viciously: "Toy? Go and try it yourself to see if it is a toy!"
According to the mecha design, metal science, and physics that the fat man studied, this thing is really a toy. Liquefied metal sounds good, but in fact, this kind of metal that can change its shape at will has a problem-soft!
This metal that can change its form was discovered thousands of years ago. However, although this metal, which can be transformed in a short time by controlling the special resonant frequency through a computer, has both liquid and solid forms, its hardness has never been improved. If it is made into an alloy to increase the hardness, it will not be fully liquefied, and the time consumed during the transformation will also be longer. It is estimated that the liquid-solid transformation of the liquefied metal alloy that can reach the hardness level of steel will take a week. Therefore, except for some special uses, this rare metal is rarely used in the military.
What's the use of a soft thing even if it can change in a thousand ways? In the eyes of the fat man, this mecha is probably not much better than his private collection of ancient earth high-simulation rubber dolls. The hardness of these metals cannot meet the needs of combat at all! Moreover, this metal is usually very heavy. For example, gold, pure gold is a relatively soft metal, and liquefied metal is not only heavier than gold, softer than gold, but also more expensive than gold.
However, soon, the fat man knew that the thing in front of him was definitely not a toy, but a murder weapon. A murder weapon that can be called the greatest invention in the history of mecha in the past hundred years!
Milan put a piece of metal that was the same as the mecha into the metal measuring instrument. The exaggerated index made the fat man suspect that there was something wrong with the machine! The hardness of this thing is six times harder than the currently known super-hard alloy, but the weight is the same as the lightest super-light alloy. More importantly, the unique ductility of liquefied metal allows the comprehensive defense capability of this metal to expand infinitely!
This is not enough! The most terrible thing is that this super alloy actually has the characteristics of memory metal! The person who invented this metal is definitely a genius among geniuses! This is simply a miracle that only God can create!
"Okay, I admit that this thing is not a toy!" The fat man was completely defeated. Faced with this mecha that absolutely occupies the pinnacle of today's technology, no matter how shameless a person is, he can't deny it. After all, facts are facts.
Looking at Milan with a smug smile on his face, the fat man's problem of not knowing whether to live or die came back again: "Where did you steal this mecha?"