From scrap mecha to sci-fi heaven

"The fun ends here!"

Zhang Wuji was slightly startled by the flying general's indifferent words and sudden change of momentum.

The action of putting on the armor couldn't help but slow down.

"Are you having fun..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Watch the field again.

As soon as he said this, the flying general seemed to be a different person.

Just now, facing the attack of the beast-type third-generation aircraft, the flying general was still exhausted.

But at this moment, he even stopped walking.

The shoulder height of that beast-type third-generation aircraft is more than twice as high as that of a flying general.

Six or seven meters may not sound like much, but it is as high as two floors.

In terms of body performance, this is an almost all-round crushing.

Zhang Wuji, who was on the aerospace transport ship, unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

But the beast-shaped machine that was rushing towards it as if it was blocking out the sun seemed to have lost its mind at this moment and actually changed its direction on its own initiative.

Such a terrifying mechanical behemoth, fighting for its life, attacking and biting without any care, is no different from Mount Tai.

boom!

boom!

Two strikes and the earth shook.

When faced directly, everything in front of him was occupied by his figure, blocking out the sky and the sun.

In close combat, they will be completely crushed. If they keep a distance, they will be attacked by floating cannons. It can be described as a dilemma.

As the saying goes, a big force can fly bricks.

The flying general, however, casually took a step to the left and right as if he were strolling around, just dodging the two blows.

After finally stopping, it immediately turned around and waved its huge forelimb claws left and right alternately.

But when this giant beast began to fight for its own life, no one present could think of any other way to defeat it.

Originally, relying on his skills and the power of Fang Tian's painted halberd to attack the enemy, the flying general was still able to deal with it, and even had a slight upper hand.

The next moment, the flying general also gave his answer sheet.

Only in Kangcheng, the excitement and enthusiasm on his face became more and more intense.

The fellow pilots in Kangcheng basically thought so when they saw Lin Yu paused, and sighed secretly while feeling sad.

Now, in the best case scenario, I'm afraid it's just going with his wishes, exchanging lives for lives, and dying together as much as possible.

Click!

The beast's mouth full of sharp teeth rubbed the flying machine's body, biting into the air, and he staggered a few steps forward due to the unresolved castration.

He still stood where he was, motionless.

"There is no talent, nothing more than that."

Size advantage plus algebraic advantage.

"Is this...this third-generation machine really losing its mind?"

"Why does it suddenly look like you've taken drugs?"

At this time, not only the fellow pilots, but also Kang Cheng was a little surprised.

He thought that Lin Yu would definitely show off his power if he used all his strength, but he never expected that it would turn out like this.

A third-generation beast-shaped machine that had amazingly fast reactions just now and was extremely powerful.

At this moment, he seemed to have become a mad cow that had completely lost his mind.

It seems violent, ferocious, and menacing, but it can't even aim at basic targets, and it can hit empty places even if it stands still.

"Interesting, really interesting..."

On the aerospace transport ship, Zhang Wuji squinted his eyes, not wanting to miss any frame of the scene, his eyes full of excitement.

"Wuji, what is going on? I don't understand. What kind of special interference technology is this machine equipped with?"

Sister Tang, who was puzzled at all, gave up thinking and looked at Zhang Wuji.

"No, it's skill, pure skill!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes did not move at all, he just responded with his mouth, his tone was too excited to hide.

"But I think he doesn't move much at all?"

Sister Tang was even more confused when she heard this.

"Combat skills and combat experience, no matter how superb they are, their essence is nothing more than two things: hitting the opponent and not being hit by the opponent."

Zhang Wuji explained intently:

"This beast-type third-generation aircraft actually has very poor combat experience. To be honest, if it had the same level of machine performance, it would not be able to survive a single round in the hands of the main pilot of the Tianting Mecha Team.

The ability to hit this level now depends purely on the body's response speed and its own reaction speed, which is at least several times higher than that of ordinary people. "

"What's the meaning?"

Sister Tang frowned.

"Its attack and dodge are not based on skill and anticipation, but on pure reaction."

Zhang Wuji said excitedly: "In short, it is to make a decision after seeing the opponent perform a certain action or showing a tendency to perform a certain action. Therefore, there is the possibility of deceiving in terms of technique."

"Pretend to perform an action and trick it into reacting incorrectly?"

Sister Tang could understand Zhang Wuji's simple and straightforward meaning, but she quickly realized the problem:

"But doesn't it react very quickly? Once the pilot stops or changes its actions, it should be able to realize and correct its behavior immediately, right?"

"This is where the main pilots of the Tianting Mecha Team are so powerful."

Zhang Wuji's tone was filled with unconcealable excitement: "He seemed not to be moving, but in fact he made a series of subtle movements, showing different action trends. Moreover, these were not random deceptions, but real movements. action.

If the beast-shaped body does not react according to its actions, the attack will be dodged. If it reacts, it will have predicted your reaction and will proceed to the next stage of dodge.

You know guessing, right? I guess you use scissors, you guess I guess you use scissors, I guess you guess I guess you use scissors, always one level ahead. "

"This...is something a human can do?"

Sister Tang was suspicious.

She didn't want to question Zhang Wuji.

But this statement is too outrageous.

This is equivalent to a thousand-layer cake guessing game, and winning without making mistakes every time. Is this what a person can do?

"It's not an exaggeration. This at least makes sense."

Zhang Wuji still stared at the battle scene intently and said: "In fact, there is another guess that I am even more unwilling to admit."

"What?"

Sister Tang was stunned.

This guess is already beyond human capabilities. Is there anything more outrageous?

"Another possibility is that he is not guessing, but actually reacting!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were burning, staring at the flying general on the screen who was leisurely dodging the attack:

"Rely on skills, observation, and insight into all the actions of the beast-type machine in advance, so as to gain huge lead time and reaction time, and the second-generation machine is truly faster than the third-generation machine and the special pilot."

The layer cake theory is essentially just a psychological game.

And it's just a description.

To implement it, it doesn’t really require you to go back and forth and calculate a thousand levels.

To put it bluntly, it is actually a matter of estimating the opponent's final move and then brainstorming a set of corresponding actions. There is even a large part of luck involved.

But if you want to use skills and quick observation and judgment to surpass the third-generation machine controlled by a special pilot, what you need is truly pure technology that does not contain any moisture.

The requirements for fighting skills and combat experience are unimaginably high.

No, no, that's not enough.

Skills and experience alone are not enough to achieve a huge amount of advance that offsets the difference between the second and third generations of the aircraft.

Unless he also knows the structure of the body well, he can judge the subsequent movement in advance just by the subtle operation of the body.

In this way, it may be possible to obtain enough advance to enable its second-generation aircraft to keep up with or even surpass its third-generation aircraft.

How much you lag behind in response and reaction speed, then how much you must use this to win.

In the moment of life and death, even if it is just a few tenths of a millisecond, the difficulty is beyond imagination.

A pilot with peak fighting skills.

A pilot with extremely rich combat experience.

A pilot who is proficient in mecha design and can understand the operation of the machine at a glance.

Judging from his appearance, he was a pilot who was no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

You can find any of these that meet the conditions.

But it is simply impossible for a pilot to combine all these conditions.

Human energy is limited, and time is also limited. If you start learning from your mother's womb and take into account combat skills and experience, do you still have time to learn a vast and vast mecha design?