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Chapter 244 Single Practice
The two pilots have contact with each other, so he feels...it doesn't seem that two people are required to play.

At least as far as the operational intensity in basic training is concerned.

try...

The instructor was not there, so I was alone, sneaking around.

Because everyone has a different body shape, arm span, leg length and other indicators are different, so the various operating modules in the simulation cabin have a certain amount of room for movement.

Likewise, the positions of the two drivers are also adjustable.

Baier didn't ask how to adjust the mechanical structure, and the instructor didn't say anything, but... Baier opened the operation manual.

[You are currently learning "Knowledge - Specific Vehicle (Armed Armor) Driving", the progress is 93%. 】

Following the guidance of the catalog, it is easy to find the operation of adjusting the position.

"click~"

"click~"

The mechanical structure emits frictional sound when coupled.

Pushing the position of the fighter pilot to the end, pushing the position of the main engine operator to the middle, and pulling all the operation modules to the front, Baie once again fixed himself in the position of the main engine operator.

The surrounding functional modules are full of beautiful things in eyes, all piled up in front of you.

Bai Er rubbed his hands together, feeling the heat in his hands.

The operation of the mechanical structure has an addictive sense of operation, especially when the shadows of the hands are flying around.

start from scratch...

Baie reset the difficulty of the level.

I am practicing alone now, so I can't be too big.

"Om~"

The sound in the simulation cabin began to simulate the hum of various structures when the mech was running.

The slight shaking and vibration are also transmitted to him along with the fulcrum behind him.

When fully immersed in what is shown in the simulation pod, the experience is actually quite real.

Bai Er really felt as if he was driving a tall mecha, walking on the vast land.

[-]st gear... [-]nd gear... [-]rd gear...

Baier pushed the gear, and the power began to increase.

While his legs were about to swing, Baie also entered the command for his arms to follow in advance.

Balance, center of gravity... When driving a mecha, it is more obvious than the feeling of my own human body.

The feeling of being ready to fall at any time during the several sideways shifts during the previous cooperation is still fresh in my memory.

There is only a heavy sense of powerlessness that weighs on my heart when I realize the ability of that process to happen slowly without any change.

This is the lack of confidence caused by the unbalanced center of gravity during operation. When operating alone, you need to pay more attention to the sense of loss of control caused by a slightly flawed coordination.

Recalling in my mind all the problems I encountered during the practice just now, Baie's hands turned into shadows, and the buttons and push rods of the mechanical structure rang together in front of his eyes...

"Boss... that guy, how is it?" Someone stepped through the barrier easily and turned to ask the instructor behind him.

Brandon was dutifully overseeing the coordination training between each group of pilots.

Everyone's progress is not the same. Some old people's groups are the reserve pilots left over from the previous batch, and their operating habits or personalities are not suitable for bringing newcomers, so they keep the original combination for practice.

They are almost the default new regular pilots.

Moreover, the training time is very long, and he is familiar with the instructor, so he speaks a little more casually.

Brandon remembered the outrageous scene just now, and shook his head, "Don't target him if you have nothing to do, this is a talent specially recruited by Chief Hamilton himself."

"Talent?" The training soldier sneered, is there still a shortage of talent in this world?

His man-made identity is destined not to be reused here. This is the invisible iron law of the armored battalion for so long.

"Instructor, it's not that we deliberately targeted him. It's just that, brothers, who is willing to be a brother with an artificial human? Maybe one day he will go crazy and stab us in the back."

The "discrimination" against artificial humans naturally needs to be supported by facts, and the cases of artificial humans with out-of-control mutations are the most publicized arguments here.

There is not even anyone who is willing to cooperate, so the instructor can't always let him practice with him or even go to the battlefield together in the future, right?
What is considered to be a full-fledged pilot is not a fighter himself, but a team of two fighters.

No matter how talented he is, no matter how powerful he is, no matter how famous he is in other places, he won't be able to work in this armored battalion...

In this case, that guy will definitely not be able to become a regular pilot. In the end, it is estimated that he will become a member of the tank and rocket car crew like other android soldiers who came to the armored battalion.

That is to say, the fighters in this training are still very curious about the perception of that man-made boy.

The speaking soldier stretched his neck to look at the tablet computer held by the instructor.

It records the results of each group of fighters during practice, "How did that kid perform just now?"

"It's very powerful." The instructor said truthfully, and hoped that these little boys under him could cooperate with the commander's will a little bit, "So I said you don't mess with him, Commander Hamilton attaches great importance to him, and maybe he will come from other places later. Send someone over to cooperate with him."

Since the people in hand are unwilling to cooperate, then find someone who is willing to cooperate.

This was the only solution he could think of.

Anyway, they are all newcomers, so it is not bad to develop a tacit understanding together from scratch.

Whether he will do so depends on whether the chief attaches enough importance to him.

"Oh~"

The speaking soldier responded perfunctorily, and at the same time caught a glimpse of the information he wanted to see.

2 groups, the current evaluation is "excellent", and the comprehensive evaluation is "good+".

There's also a rising green arrow...

This is the almost iron-clad regular crew... It's my own.

As expected, but still happy.

Look at that kid again...21 groups, current evaluation..."Excellent+".

No overall review as this is his first lesson...

Ok?
Really?
Also +?

"Instructor, are you sure you didn't favor him?" The soldiers who saw this result couldn't believe their eyes.

"He's really good." Brandon sighed sincerely.

Another soldier who was training in the same group shook his head in disbelief, "Did you perform poorly with the instructor? No matter how stupid a rookie is, the instructor can make up for it..."

"..."

Usually, this kind of words sounded happy, but today it sounded especially embarrassing.

Brandon felt his face burn.

Leaving aside the complicated training in the future, just talking about the basic training just now... It's really hard to say who will remedy who.

But at this moment, even if the truth is told, these boys would not believe it, let alone damage the dignity of the instructor.

Brandon coughed reservedly, "Anyway, don't go too far, he's really nice, and he's also the one the officer named to take care of him, almost enough."

"Okay, okay, we promise not to target him."

But it doesn't cooperate either...

You train alone to see how you become a regular pilot.

"Look!" The soldier caught a glimpse of something and suddenly laughed, "As soon as the instructor leaves, this guy will die, right?"

Current Rating - "Poor".

The tablet computer in the instructor's hand is just a collection of internal evaluation panels for these simulation cabin systems for the soldiers currently being trained.

The real score is not judged by the instructor himself, and whether the action meets the standard is judged by the simulation cabin system.

At this moment, the system of the simulation cabin is faithfully reflecting the training situation in each simulation cabin.

The feedback information belonging to group 21 flashed bright red, reminding the instructor that there was a major mistake in the training of this "group" of students.

Seeing this scene, Brandon frowned and muttered to himself, 'What's going on?Didn't you practice well just now? '

"..."

its not right! TM's!
Who is this kid practicing with after he left?

Or are you just playing around with the host master's modules?
Can fall down while walking?Otherwise, it would not be judged as "poor" by the system.

Who was that person who cooperated with me just now?
TM's!
Brandon put away the tablet to prevent the soldiers in training from peeping, and just told him with a cold face.

"Practice yourself! Don't slack off, you know? Even if you are the highest level among these people, it doesn't mean that you will definitely become regular pilots. If your level is not enough, it will be a waste of city resources when you go to the battlefield. The final selection is not I decide."

Brandon, who was talking, turned around and left. He wanted to see what the hell the artificial boy was doing!

……

"I'm not used to it..." Bai Er said with a bitter face, "It's so uncomfortable."

Operating alone, I can't be more clear about my plan.

It is too uncomfortable to bear the two-second delay difference between the master and the fighter pilot.

He was distracted to calculate this time, but he couldn't even pass the simplest level at the beginning.

"How to adjust this..."

It's not even in the manual...

"What are you doing?" Brandon's puzzled voice came from behind.

(End of this chapter)