Wow!The explosion rate is really high

Chapter 368
The instructor's mouth moved, but he didn't say any words of intercession after all.

Today's selection is not only the selection of official pilots, but also an opportunity for their mechanical court to find good seedlings.

The qualifications of regular pilots still have a chance even if they miss today, but the talents required by their mechanical court only have a chance today.

Now that they have embarked on the road of transforming their physical bodies, the people in the mechanical court have always pursued absolute perfectionism. They are not fighters who perform well enough in the first meeting, and there is absolutely no possibility of counterattack in the future.

The fighters who failed to reach the end of the goal within the stipulated time have indeed been eliminated in the hearts of this adult from the mechanical court, and it is useless to ask for mercy.

Besides...

The instructor glanced at the huge machines that had successfully arrived, and easily counted the number of eliminated ones—three.

Not much.

'Let you not practice well on weekdays! '

The instructor cursed secretly, and at the same time pulled up the microphone on the off-road vehicle and shouted into it...

A calm voice came from the microphones of each mech: "Those who have not reached the finish line so far, we will be eliminated!"

All the soldiers who heard the instructor's order jumped in their hearts, and the center of the palm holding those mechanical levers began to sweat slightly.

They didn't know what the instructor was planning. They only regarded today as the most important turning point in their lives, and they went all out for today's selection.

The attention from the people in the mechanical court, and the stricter rules than the previous training, made a string in their hearts suddenly tense.

The instructor's instructions rang through the loudspeaker non-stop, "Next, line up front and back to complete the specified level content in order."

The target destination that the big guys arrived at is not an open space, it is like an enlarged version of a warrior training site with many facilities displayed in a large wilderness, but the content is much simpler from a distance.

And since it is used for large-scale target training such as mechas, the number that can be built is naturally limited, and only one mecha can be used to travel at the same time.

Following the commander's order, the display screens in front of all the soldiers began to display a set of mech animations.

Obviously, that is the so-called action execution standard this time.

"It must be carried out in order. The deviation cannot exceed 10%. The time limit is 10 minutes. Those who cannot meet the requirements will be eliminated." The instructor's voice, which sounded far less approachable than usual, sounded coldly and mercilessly from the voice, and ranked first. The two soldiers fixed their eyes on the display screen in front of them, trying to engrave those standard actions deep in their minds.

"Is everything ready?"

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

The response was silent, and the confirmation of the electronic button was still the only response.

Looking at the moment when all the response lights except the three eliminated mechas turned green in front of him, the instructor sighed softly, and only silently blessed in his heart, "Take good care of it, boys. '

"start!"

The order was issued, and the lead mecha jumped out first.

Walking, trotting, Z-turning, small jumping, big jumping, side dodging, swallowing back, etc. A series of professional tactical actions from easy to difficult are displayed in order through the inherent facilities on the field.

There are no movements beyond the scope of knowledge points. They are all the content that everyone often trains on weekdays, but they are used coherently and smoothly.

There is only one purpose behind all these movements, to make the mech look as dexterous as a human body.

As the first mecha to be selected, the first group of experienced pilots from the previous candidate pilots undoubtedly carried everyone's expectations.

Their display will also provide a reference for all the next pilots to learn from.

Everyone was nervously watching the first group of pilots, including Rose.

It's just that her gaze occasionally glanced at the side face of Bai Er who was close by her. For some reason, she felt that Bai Er's state today was a bit wrong from the way she was walking just now.

Is it because it's been too long since we have trained mechas together?Or is it because of the first contact with a real mech?

But it's not the kind of unfamiliarity that can't cooperate, but a kind... a kind of weirdness that can't be explained.

"You seem a little strange today?" Rose still decided to ask.

Her character determines that she always speaks directly and does not hide things.

Bai E's eyes blinked from the slight trance state, and then came back to his senses.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to be able to feel the body itself, communicating with him?
The conduction of those mechanical structures, the rushing current in those cables... It's like my own flesh and blood, my own blood, greeting me cordially.

Baie was a little fascinated by the unprecedented immersion experience, so that he seemed a little indifferent to everything that happened outside, until the rose's call woke him up suddenly.

"Nothing..." Baie shook his head.

"Oh~" Rose glanced at Bai Er strangely, but didn't say anything more, but turned to look at the first group of pilots who were making samples for everyone, "I feel that their time is a bit tight..."

Most of the time has passed, and the prescribed action flow seems to have not been implemented more than half.

The selection criteria cannot be said to be particularly difficult. After all, the things that need to be tested are things that everyone has learned on weekdays. However, with the time limit and changeable action indicators, there is enough oppression.

If you want to be faster, it is easy to perform the action incorrectly and deform it.

Every movement is prepared and carried out step by step, and the time is obviously not enough.

The first mecha didn't have any previous experience, and now it's in this predicament.

At the beginning, the standardized movements performed step by step for safety wasted too much time for them. Even if the completion rate of the movements is above 95% until now, there is not much time left for them.

"It's not enough..." Although Baie didn't observe carefully, he only took two or three glances, and a certain judgment that was so familiar as instinct instantly gave the first group of pilots a "death sentence".

"Did you see any tricks?" Rose asked a little excitedly.

She likes a challenge.

She will only be more interested in things that her teammates fail.

"Rhythm."

The stipulated time is actually not particularly tight. The standard set by the military is definitely not too difficult for fighters who only need to be able to manipulate mechs on the battlefield to complete some basic tactical goals.

What matters is the rhythm.

Don't rush, don't be afraid, just do it methodically...that's what should be done simply.

very simple?
Baie was also surprised by the self-confidence that came from nowhere in his mind, but this was the subconscious intuition given by his brain through all the information he had so far.

Confident, even explosive.

Boundless impulse swelled in Bai'er's heart, and under the seemingly inflated self-confidence, Bai'er suddenly pressed an electronic button at hand.

Perhaps, this selection is not only for the military's regular pilot qualifications or to perform in front of the mechanical court, but also... to facilitate the birth of the "machine soul".

The ghost knows if there is any difference between the strength and weakness of this thing, anyway, my performance is better, so it should be good, right?

Even, some kind of subconsciousness that can connect to the invisible will let Baie vaguely know that the performance is not only good or bad in operation, but also in character and behavior style.

Confident...strong...leadership...

These elements seem to be beneficial to the "machine soul" that has not yet awakened.

"What do you want to do?" Rose's eyes widened in an instant, wondering what Baie, who looked a little weird today, was planning to do.

That button is like a switch for raising your hand to speak. In this case, what can you say by raising your hand?
I quit?
I want to increase the difficulty?

"Say." The instructor's dull voice came from the voice.

"Pilot No. 21 requests the second one to challenge the checkpoint."

"..." The instructor sitting in the off-road vehicle squinted his eyes, looking at the number marked under the blinking yellow light because he was communicating - W0721.

This seems to be... the number of the mechs driven by the two artificial humans.

Is it Baier?What kind of trouble is this kid trying to make?

Even if they didn't know it at first, now that the first group of pilots have demonstrated, these boys should know that the later they play, the more useful information they can learn from the experience of the "predecessors".

This is also the reason for their sorting. They put the veteran reserve pilots at the front as much as possible, and the ones with shorter training time at the back, trying to make everyone's chances of being selected the same.

But now... why would anyone want to rush forward?

not understand.

But even in general terms, this kind of application that voluntarily asks for more difficulty is always what any military person would like to see.

Forging ahead with determination is the demeanor that a soldier should have.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the expression on the face of the mechanical court lord beside him who had been taciturn, but lightly twitched his mouth after hearing the application, the instructor felt that he had roughly guessed Baie's intention——

Attract the attention of the Mechanic Court.

The adults of the mechanical court also like this kind of openness that is willing to take the initiative to express themselves, but the premise is... really have that strength.

So he responded softly with a cold voice, "Allow."

After the brief communication ended, all the fighters who heard the conversation subconsciously looked at the mecha that was originally lined up at the back of the line but was now walking forward.

After receiving the instructor's order, Baie and Rose controlled the mech to move forward, and came to the front of the team to wait.

"Boom! Boom!"

stand.

Even if she was cooperating with Baier to execute the action, Rose's heart was full of question marks.

She wasn't afraid of challenges, but felt that Bai Er was really weird today...

"What exactly do you want to do?"

With the passage of time, and after manipulating the mecha to make more actions, the initial indulging in daze has long since disappeared. With a confident and casual smile on the corner of Baier's mouth, he looked ahead and replied: "It's very simple. ...give them a sample."

"Let's finish it perfectly first, and the people behind should learn something, right?"

Confidence overflows.

The smile at the corner of her mouth was especially heart-stirring. Rose's eyes went numb for a while, then she shook her head suddenly, forcing herself to wake up, "Okay... since you have decided, I will listen to you."

Although she is not afraid of challenges, it does not mean that she is so confident when she comes into contact with the mech itself for the first time.

But since Baie made the decision...no matter what it is, she will follow.

"Anyway, later you pay attention to keep up with my rhythm."

While having that sense of communication, it seems that the body under its own control will also give some kind of...evaluation to the operations of the pilot who controls it?
As for Baier's performance, he was noncommittal, but for Rose, who was also operating the body, the kind of "evaluation" that had no actual language or concept seemed less polite.

Maybe it can also be summed up in two words - real food.

"Oh~" The obvious contempt made Rose's blood boil instantly.

Underestimate me, right?
Rose squinted at Bai Er, her flirtatious flair.

"The second group is ready..." The instructor's voice pulled back those little thoughts.

"start!"

With an order, the fuselage starts instantly.

The visitor from the mechanical court, who had been lying quietly in his seat, also quietly sat up straight at some point, staring with interest at the overall picture taken by the drone on the display.

From static to dynamic, the transition of the mech is extremely smooth.

Walking, trotting, Z-turning, small jumping, big jumping, side dodging, swallowing back...

The fuselage was moving quickly according to a fixed trajectory in the uninhabited wilderness, and the slightly trembling ground was the only background at this moment.

Groups of standard technical actions were carried out one after another.

Not too fast, not too slow.

It looks like the first group is quite satisfactory, step by step.

But in an occasional daze, I found that everything was as smooth as water.

Nothing special, just plain...smooth.

smooth...

Going smoothly to the next scene, the blue-and-white mecha stood at the end position at some point.

But in everyone's conscious mind, the technical actions performed before are still flashing and replaying in their minds.

Even Rose, who had cooperated with Baier from scratch, was still in his driving seat, looking at his hands in a daze.

Strange……

so weird...

No wonder Baie said that he had to pay attention to keeping up with his rhythm. All the actions today... were executed in an unbelievably smooth manner, as if they didn't need to go through brain thinking at all.

Even at some critical moments, Rose felt that she hadn't given any instructions to cooperate, and the mechanical gear levers in her hands began to move by themselves as if they possessed their own intelligence.

Many times it is even impossible to distinguish whether it is he who is controlling the mecha, or the mecha is driving him.

Naturally...

It's like... like a real human body itself.

Any action you make is just an instinct without thinking.

"Stab!"

The side door of the off-road vehicle was suddenly opened, and a burly man jumped out of the compartment.

His eyes crossed the space and looked far away at the mecha that was silent at the end.

(End of this chapter)