Milan, Meiduo and Nia were chatting outside the front-line headquarters building. Milan was sharp-eyed and saw Tian Xingjian walking out of the building with his head down. She ran to Fatty and snatched the commendation order from Fatty's hand and started reading it.
The face that was originally a little naughty became more and more angry, and finally couldn't help shouting: "What's going on? Fatty, you still have one and a half years of sentence left! No, I'll tell the teacher!"
Fatty's eyes lit up, yes, don't I have to stay in the laboratory for two years? The two guys ran away with their own purposes, one to continue to bully and the other just to save his life. Only Meiduo and Nia were left looking at each other.
Boswell was very annoyed! The front-line headquarters usually dawdled in maintenance, which delayed how much precious time. Now they want to get rid of the fat man who they trained with great effort with a transfer order. How can it be so easy? !
In the old man's heart, Fatty is now at least half of his direct disciple. Although the fat man is not competent for cutting-edge research due to his academic problems, his learning ability, comprehension ability and even creativity are definitely the top level among the students the old man has ever seen, and his super hands-on ability is a great guarantee for the old man to be able to immerse himself in research. Boswell believes that in a few years, the fat man will definitely become a top mecha and weapon expert.
Moreover, this lovely fat man is so obedient that as long as the old man's catchphrase "shoot him to death" comes out, the fat man will immediately be silent, and all the old man's orders will be absolutely executed unconditionally.
"Where can I find such a good fat man in the future?"
The old man's temper for protecting his calf completely broke out!
Angrily, Boswell broke into Bernadotte's office directly, and then the whole building heard the old man's roar! This roar lasted for a whole hour. Finally, Bernadotte, who could no longer bear it, directly asked the guards to carry the crazy old man out.
Boswell was furious!
"Fatty, follow me!" The old man has lost his mind!
Back in the underground laboratory, the old man retrieved the fat man's identity from the central computer, and while using his authority to modify it, he gritted his teeth and said, "What federal secrets, Fatty! I will now recruit you into the Garipalan Military Academy, and you will directly become a special graduate student under my guidance, and be promoted to the second person in charge of this laboratory! You can take any mecha weapons in the laboratory you want, and those confidentiality clauses are useless to you!"
"Protecting these equipment is your first task! The federal technology confidentiality regulations allow you to choose to retreat on the battlefield!"
After modifying the fat man's identity, the old man continued, "Now I will get you a list of equipment in the laboratory, you can choose it yourself! As a graduate student of our academy, as long as you serve for one year, you can choose to return to the academy for further studies, and then I will bring you back!"
Leaving the whole room dumbfounded, the old man went straight into his research room.
The fat man simply loved this lovely old man. This time he was rich, and he could choose any equipment in the laboratory! ! !
Milan pulled the fat man to her laboratory, pointed at the mecha made of biological two-phase metal and said to the fat man: "Fatty, I'll give this to you." Milan's eyes were shining, and she looked like she was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.
The fat man actually shook his head! Milan felt that she was going crazy. How could there be such an ungrateful fat man in the world? !
Seeing that Milan looked wrong, the fat man quickly explained: "I definitely want this mecha, but yours is too beautiful. It will be a sitting duck on the battlefield."
Milan tilted her head and thought about it, and agreed with the fat man's statement.
"Yes, this No. 1 prototype is made according to the idea of advanced private mecha, which is very different from the standard mecha. Which mecha are you going to choose? The others are much worse than this one."
Fatty had already made up his mind, and said with a mean smile: "Aren't there materials for No. 2 mecha prepared in the material room? I still have one month before I report to the army, and I plan to use these materials to make my own mecha. Hehe."
In the following month, Fatty mobilized everyone in the laboratory to participate in the development of the new mecha. Each component was manufactured and processed by everyone according to the drawings drawn by Fatty, and the main manufacturing and final assembly work were completed by Fatty himself.
Tian Xingjian locked himself in Milan's exclusive laboratory. No one knew what the mecha would look like when it was finally manufactured. It was just that everyone often heard Fatty and Milan arguing in the laboratory. In the end, Milan usually slammed the door with a livid face and cursed: "This idiot who wasted materials!!!"
The manufacture of the mecha became a guessing game participated in by all the laboratory, and everyone was looking forward to the day when the mecha was completed. Since the indicators and components of the No. 1 machine are very mature, this new machine can't be worse than the No. 1 machine from the data. The biggest problem is what its initial form looks like.
Finally, the fat man announced that the mecha was successfully developed, and the mystery was revealed.
Seeing the fat man's eyes shining, everyone was looking forward to it, but this expectation turned into a sigh of disappointment when the curtain covering the mecha slipped off. The
second-generation standard mecha of the Lele Federation, the Warcraft 3, is six meters high and a single-soldier humanoid mecha. It was manufactured in the new year 2030 and has a service life of 20 years. However, this mecha was actually equipped with the army and was gradually eliminated after 10 years. Now the main task of the few remaining Warcraft mechas in the army is to load and unload heavy objects. In the past 30 years, the standard mecha has developed to the seventh generation. The gap between them is like a classic car and a flying car, which cannot be compared at all. The
original form of this mecha was actually made into a Warcraft 3, and it looks even more shabby than those Warcraft mechas that have been in service for more than 30 years and load and unload various mineral materials every day.
Looking at this swaying machine that seemed to be about to fall down at any time, everyone was thinking: "What's wrong with this fat guy's brain? With so many cutting-edge scientific and technological achievements, he only managed to create a thing like this?"
All eyes turned to Tian Xingjian, as if waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.
Looking at the vicious eyes of the crowd and Milan's emotions that were ready to explode at any time, the fat man knew that if he couldn't explain it clearly this time, he would not have to go to the front line, and he would be beaten to death.
The fat man calmed everyone's emotions with a charming smile and explained: "I know that the reason of avoiding becoming a conspicuous target on the battlefield is definitely not sufficient. After all, the most ordinary ones should be the current sixth and seventh generation standard mechas. However, as a second-generation mecha, it can still play a role today. Warcraft 3 hides a secret. It is the most structurally reasonable humanoid mecha in the history of mecha design!"
The fat man's words caused an uproar. No matter how excellent the second-generation mecha is, it is only the second-generation mecha. Technology is constantly improving. How could the structure of the second-generation mecha be better than the seventh-generation mecha?
The fat man gave an answer to this statement: "Because of the progress of mecha materials and the clear division of specialized mechas, all-round mechas and transformable mechas have completely declined. Whether it is the need for speed, defense or attack power, each type of mecha is developing in its own field, and the fastest racing car is not the heaviest vehicle. This principle is actually very simple."
"Well said." Boswell also came to this laboratory in Milan at some point. He affirmed Tian Xingjian's statement and continued: "The Warcraft 3 mecha was designed by my teacher, Dr. Hill. The concept at that time was completely different from now. However, in terms of the structure of humanoid mechas, Warcraft can indeed be said to be the best. As an assistant to Professor Hill, I am very familiar with the data of Warcraft. Such a structure combines defense, speed and strength. It is indeed the best choice for making humanoid mechas with biological two-phase metals."
The old man patted Tian Xingjian on the shoulder and smiled, "The work is very good."
Seeing the fat man's smug look, Milan, who was standing next to him, kicked him hard.
Boswell turned a blind eye to the little movements between the two disciples and said to the fat man who was jumping with his feet in his arms: "Come to the laboratory with me, I have prepared what you want."
Boswell has been in this laboratory for decades. Of course, he is the one who knows best what good things there are. The things prepared for the fat man were also selected by the fat man from a thick catalog.
Military boots that can increase running speed, protective clothing that can simulate the surrounding environment and counter biological radar, more sensitive listening devices, a lightsaber used by mechas, a silent sniper rifle in the style of an antique M1 Garand rifle, a mechanical maintenance automatic arm with more functions, and an alloy dagger named "bloody".
These are for the fat man's equipment, and the other laboratory research results are almost all on his new mecha, including the latest radar, the latest composite armor, the latest control system, the best super energy engine, fire control system, improved top energy cannon, etc., and some strange devices are the fat man's own wretched inventions.
"Do your best. Remember, you are my student. You will beat anyone who dares to bully you!" Boswell looked at the fat man who was almost armed to the teeth. He was still a little worried. He took out a new type of energy compressor and handed it to him, saying, "Put this on your mecha as well."
"Remember! Don't bring shame to the laboratory!" the old man warned.
However, this requirement was quite difficult for this fat man who was afraid of death, wretched and not afraid of shame. The bitch thought to himself, "What is shame?"
When the fat man was about to walk out of the door of Boswell's exclusive laboratory, the old man gave the last warning,
"In war, no matter how perfect the equipment is, a person cannot become an omnipotent God."
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There were two days left in a month, and the fat man had to report to the location of the troops on the specified date. Before boarding the transport ship, Milan gave her Mauser pistol to the fat man, and she was the only one who saw him off. Meiduo and Nia had already gone to the 101st Land-based Aviation Squadron, which was still stationed in New Rome, before Fatty. This was the combat unit they had served in. After passing the review, they were ordered to return to the team directly. The transport ship
took off. Sitting in a pile of supplies, Fatty had some complicated emotions about his future. He had always longed for a simple life, but he was finally thrown into the flames of war. He didn't know if he could live until the end of the war. After more than 20 escapes, he was no longer the rookie who was scared to pee his pants. For the upcoming new battle, in addition to some resistance in his heart, he actually had a trace of expectation and excitement. These completely opposite emotions made him at a loss. The
warring parties on the planet Milok have formed a situation of confrontation between the East and the West. In order to seize air supremacy, the space fleets of both sides fought extremely fiercely in the vast universe. The battle between the land-based aviation forces in the atmosphere was also in full swing. However, the battle between the army, the supporting role of the war in this era, burst out with a more brilliant light than the desperate struggle in the air!
In modern wars where resources, consumption, and national strength are the main factors, if the two warring parties are evenly matched, then in addition to peace, the war will inevitably evolve into another extreme, that is, endless killing. Such a war will definitely lead to the so-called meat grinder battlefield.
Now, all the intelligence shows that there is only one place where such a situation is most likely to occur, and that is the city of Kato, which is located on the Tropic of Cancer.
The fat man, who has been out of the war for half a year, did not know all this.
When the transport ship slowly landed, he was ready to face the future.
"If a man dies, he will be hanged in the sky, but if he does not die, he will live for thousands of years!"
The fat man, who was full of bachelor temperament, was full of heroic spirit.