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Milan, Mei Duo and Nia were chatting outside the frontline headquarters building. Milan's sharp eyes suddenly saw Tian Xingjian walking out of the building dejectedly. She ran to the fat man, grabbed the commendation order from the fat man's hand and started to read it.

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The face that originally had a naughty expression became more and more irritated, and in the end he couldn't help shouting: "What's going on? Fatty, you still have one and a half years in prison! No, I'll tell the teacher to go!"

The fat man's eyes lit up, yes, don't I have to stay in the laboratory for two years? Two guys with different goals ran away, one to continue to dominate, and the other just wanted to save his life. Only one was left behind.

Mei Duo and Nia looked at each other.

Boswell was very annoyed! The frontline headquarters usually dilly-dallyed on maintenance, wasting precious time. Now they wanted to get rid of the fat man they had worked so hard to train with just a transfer order. How could it be so easy?

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In the old man's heart, Fatty is now at least half of his direct disciple. Although Fatty is not yet qualified for cutting-edge research due to academic issues, Fatty's learning ability, comprehension ability and even creativity are definitely among the top students the old man has ever seen.

, and his super hands-on ability is a major guarantee that the old man can completely immerse himself in research. Boswell believes that in a few years, Fatty will definitely become a top mecha and weapons expert.

Moreover, this cute fat man is so obedient. As soon as the old man's catchphrase "shoot to death" is spoken, the fat man immediately becomes silent and all the old man's orders are absolutely carried out unconditionally.

"Where else can I find such a good fat man?"

The old man's protective temper completely exploded!

Angrily, Boswell broke into Bernadotte's office. Then, the whole building heard the old man's roar! The roar lasted for a full hour. Finally, Bernadotte, who couldn't bear it anymore, called the guards directly.

The old man who was shouting like crazy was brought out.

Boswell was furious!

"Fat man, come with me!" The old man has lost his mind!

Back in the underground laboratory, the old man brought up the identity of the fat man in the central computer, and while using his authority to make modifications, he gritted his teeth and said: "What federal secrets, fat man! I will now recruit you to the Garipalan Military Academy, and you will directly become my

A specially recruited graduate student was tutored and promoted to the second person in charge of the laboratory! You can take any of the mecha weapons in the laboratory you want, those confidentiality clauses are of no use to you!"

"Protecting these equipment is your first mission! The federal science and technology confidentiality regulations allow you to choose to retreat on the battlefield!"

After changing the identity of the fat man, 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 in our college, you only need to serve for one year, and you can choose to return to the college to continue your studies.

I’ll get you back when the time comes!”

Leaving a room full of people stunned, the old man went straight into his research room.

Fatty loves this cute old man so much that he can choose any equipment in the laboratory!!!

Milan pulled the fat man to her laboratory, pointed at the mecha made of biological two-state metal and said to the fat man: "Damn it, fat man, I will give this to you." Milan's eyes were shining with a look of

I am afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

The fat man actually shook his head! Milan felt like he was going crazy. How could there be such a shameless fat man in this world?!

Fatty saw that Milan looked wrong and quickly explained: "I definitely want this mecha, but yours is so beautiful. It will be a living target on the battlefield."

Milan tilted his head and thought for a moment, and agreed with the fat man's statement.

"Yes, this No. 1 prototype is built based on the idea of ​​a high-end private mecha. It is very different from the standard mecha. So which mecha are you going to choose? The others are much worse than this one.

ah."

The fat man was already confident, and he smiled and said: "Aren't there materials for the No. 2 mecha prepared in the material room? I have one month left before I report to the army, and I plan to use these materials to make my own mecha.

.hey-hey."

In the following month, Fatty mobilized everyone in the laboratory to invest in the development of the new mecha. Each component was manufactured and processed by everyone according to the drawings drawn by Fatty, while the main body manufacturing and final assembly work were carried out by

Fatty does it himself.

Tian Xingjian locked himself in Milan's exclusive laboratory. No one knew what this mecha would look like when it was finally built. However, everyone often heard Fatty and Milan quarreling in the laboratory, and Milan usually ended up livid.

He slammed the door with a face on his face and ran out, yelling angrily: "This idiot who is wasting materials!!!"

The manufacturing of the mecha has become a guessing game involving everyone in the laboratory. Everyone is looking forward to the day when the mecha will take shape. Since all the indicators and components of the No. 1 machine are very mature, this new machine is absolutely unbeatable from the data point of view.

It may be worse than Unit 1. The biggest question is what its initial form looks like.

Finally, Fatty announced that the mecha was successfully developed, and it was time to reveal the answer to the mystery.

Seeing the fat man's eyes shining, everyone was looking forward to it. However, this expectation turned into sighs of disappointment the moment the curtain covering the mecha slid down.

LeLei Federation's second-generation standard mecha, Warcraft 3, is a six-meter-tall, individual humanoid mecha. It was manufactured in 2030 and has a service life of 20 years. However, this mecha was phased out 10 years after it was actually equipped with the army.

After being eliminated, the main task of the few remaining Warcraft mechas in the army is to load and unload heavy objects. Over the past thirty years, standard mechas have developed to the seventh generation, and 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 Type 3, and it looked even tattered than those Warcraft mechas that had been in service for more than thirty years and loaded and unloaded various ore materials every day.

Looking at this swaying thing that seems to be about to fall down at any time, everyone is thinking: "Is this fat man's brain flooded? So many cutting-edge scientific and technological achievements have been put together to create a guy like this?"

All eyes turned to Tian Xingjian, seemingly waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.

Seeing the vicious looks in everyone's eyes and Milan's emotions ready to explode at any moment, Fatty knew that if he couldn't explain himself this time, he would be beaten to death without going to the front line.

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 function today. Warcraft 3 hides a secret. It is the most rationally structured human mecha in the history of mecha design!"

Fatty's words caused an uproar. No matter how excellent the second-generation mecha is, it is only a second-generation mecha. Technology is constantly advancing. How can it be possible that the structure of the second-generation mecha is better than the seventh-generation mecha?

Fatty gave an answer to this statement: "Due to the advancement of mecha materials and the clear division of specialized mechas, all-round mechas and transforming mechas have completely declined. Whether they require speed, defense or attack power

, various types of mechas are developing in their respective fields, but the fastest racing car is not the most heavy-duty vehicle. This reason is actually very simple. "

"That's right." Boswell also came to the laboratory in Milan at some point. He confirmed 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, but in terms of the structure of humanoid mechas, Warcraft can indeed be said to be the top. As Mr. Hill's assistant, I know the data of Warcraft very well. This structure combines defense, speed

and strength, it is indeed the best choice to use biological two-state metal to make humanoid mechas."

The old man patted Tian Xingjian on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The work is very good."

Seeing the fat man's proud look, Milan, who was standing next to him, kicked him hard.

Boswell turned a blind eye to the little action 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, and he certainly knows the best about some good things. The things prepared for Fatty were also selected by Fatty from a thick catalog.

Military boots that can increase running speed, protective clothing that can simulate the surrounding environment and resist bioradar, a more sensitive listener, a light knife used by mechas, a silent sniper rifle in the style of an antique M1 Garand rifle, and a

A mechanical maintenance automatic arm with more functions, and an alloy dagger named "Blood".

These are equipped for Fatty, and 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 systems, improved top-level energy cannons, etc., and some strange devices are Fatty's own wretched inventions.

"Do it well, 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, feeling a little uneasy, and took out a new type of energy compression

He handed the weapon to him and said, "Put this on your mecha too."

"Remember! Don't embarrass the laboratory!" the old man warned.

However, this request was relatively difficult for this fat man who was afraid of death, was vulgar, and was not afraid of shame. The bitch thought to himself: "What does it mean to be embarrassed?"

When the fat man was about to walk out of Boswell's exclusive laboratory, the old man gave his final warning.

"In war, no matter how perfect the equipment, no one can become the almighty God."

The month was only two days away, and Fatty had to report to the troop location on the specified date. When they were about to board the transport ship, Milan gave her shell gun to Fatty, and she was the only one seeing him off. Mei Duo and Ni

Ya had already gone to the 101st Land-Based Aviation Group still stationed in New Rome City before Fatty. This was the combat unit they originally served in. After passing the review, they were ordered to return directly to the team.

The transport ship took off and sat among a pile of supplies. Fatty had some complicated emotions about his future. He had always longed for a plain life and was finally thrown into the smoke-filled war. He didn't know if he could survive until the end of the war.

That day, more than twenty times of escaping made him no longer the rookie who wet his pants with fear. Apart from some natural resistance to the upcoming new battle, he actually had a trace of expectation and excitement. These were completely

The opposite emotion left him at a loss.

The two warring parties on the planet Milok have formed an east-west confrontation. In order to seize air supremacy, the space fleets of both sides fought extremely fiercely in the vast universe. The battle between land-based aviation forces in the atmosphere is also in full swing. And the supporting roles in the war of this era

——The battle between armies erupts with more splendid light than the desperate battle in the air!

In modern wars that compete for resources, consumption and national power, if the two warring parties are evenly matched, then in addition to peace, the war will inevitably evolve to the other extreme, which is endless killing. Such a war will definitely lead to the so-called minced meat.

Machine battlefield.

Now, all the intelligence shows that there is only one place where such a situation is most likely to occur, and that is Cato City, which is located on the Tropic of Cancer.

But Fatty, who had been out of the war for half a year, didn't know all this.

When the transport ship landed slowly, he was already ready to face the future.
Chapter completed!