From scrap mecha to sci-fi heaven

"Absolutely not! As a pilot and mecha engineer, you should know the difference between the first-generation and second-generation mechas!"

Although he was beaten to the ground by Larud again, Zhao Xing rejected the proposal without hesitation after listening to Lin Yu's explanation of Qiao Wa's intention.

He was still very convinced of Lin Yu's skills.

But the difference between the first-generation and second-generation mechas is a gap between the times, which is difficult to cross.

If this gap is really so easy to fill, then the current situation would not be as difficult as it is now. He could just hold back the Iron Wing and let Zhang Lao drive the Flying General armor.

But he knew very well that this was impossible.

Even if it was Zhang Lao, relying on the first-generation bare machine like the Flying General, it would be difficult for him to be Larud's opponent.

After all, Zhang Lao used to drive more advanced machines. Now that he has changed to the first-generation somatosensory machine, it is still a question whether he can play one or two points of his full strength.

The lack of adaptability is one thing, and the performance of the machine is another. No matter how strong your skills are, if your basic qualities cannot keep up, and your brain works but your body does not, there is nothing you can do.

"I don't agree either."

A voice suddenly sounded in the communication channel.

Needless to say, it was old man Zhang.

Although he did not come with them, there was still communication contact, and Zhao Xing's logistics team was also keeping abreast of the battle situation through the tactical channel.

"Listen, I'm not kidding. It's useless to rely on me. I've said it before, I'm just here to go through the motions."

Old man Zhang's bitter smile came from the communication: "It's not that I'm cruel, but I really can't drive the mecha anymore."

He was silent for a moment, and said: "After all the members of Thunder Strike were killed, I suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. As long as I get on the mecha, I will fall into hallucinations. Let's not talk about whether I can fight. Even if I can, I'm afraid I will kill randomly."

"This..."

Zhao Xing finally knew at this moment why Old Zhang had never agreed to return to the association.

A generation of S-class pilots, but in the end, he can't even drive a mecha. It can't be said that he is a hero at the end of his road.

"In this case, Brother Lin, take Qiao Wa and the others to retreat first. My Red Wind has an advantage in speed, so it should be able to escape. Don't worry about me."

Old man Zhang's words made Zhao Xing more determined to fight to the death.

Red Wind has a slight advantage in speed, but in fact it is only a slight difference. Its comprehensive performance and pilot strength are much inferior. The real situation is definitely not as easy as he said.

"Why not try my method?"

Just at this time, Lin Yu, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke.

"What method? If you stay and delay, there is no need to say. Although I, Zhao Xing, am not very capable, I am not a person without responsibility. This matter started because of me..."

Zhao Xing was knocked out again, and the body of the machine was broken into pieces. It happened to come to the feet of the flying general armor.

Lin Yu didn't say much, just lent a hand and helped Red Wind up.

Then, he supported the Red Wind's shoulders and jumped up, sitting steadily on the Red Wind's neck.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Zhao Xing was a little confused, and the heavy weight on his shoulders almost made him lose his balance.

"Follow me! Charge!"

Lin Yu held the halberd and the gun, his voice was indifferent and domineering.

"Ah?"

Zhao Xing was even more confused after hearing this.

But at this time, the Iron Wings did not intend to give him a chance to breathe, and once again rushed over with great momentum.

He could not care about saying anything else, so he could only grit his teeth, trust Lin Yu for the time being, drive the body and propulsion system, and attack bravely.

Bang!

The Red Wind and the Iron Wing collided again.

But this time, there was another figure on the Red Wind.

Iron Wing wanted to repeat the same trick, but Lin Yu stabbed the arm with a precise halberd.

Although this attack failed to completely break through the armored defense, it also made it impossible for it to use the force to relieve the force. It could only collide with the oncoming red wind, and the whole fuselage staggered.

Bang!

After a successful attack, the opponent was still wide open. How could Lin Yu miss the opportunity? He swung the Fang Tian Ji and turned it, turning the stab into a chop and slashing it.

Iron Wing then hastily raised his arms to block the halberd.

But Zhao Xing, who was under Lin Yu, was only slightly weaker in skills, but he was not a fool. Seeing this good opportunity, how could he miss it? He immediately activated the thruster of the elbow joint and hit the lower jaw of Iron Wing from bottom to top with a rocket punch.

Bang!

This force was obviously much stronger than the flying general's armor. One punch broke the lower jaw of Iron Wing and splashed many metal fragments.

After Zhao Xing's attack, Lin Yu's Fang Tian Ji came again, and the offensive continued, not giving him any breathing space at all.

Since the reaction can't keep up, then don't react!

Take the initiative and use continuous attacks to make the opponent exhausted!

As for the speed difference, can't you find a mount?

Because it is designed according to Lu Bu's fighting style, the lower limbs of the flying general armor are relatively weak, but if it can be matched with a mount, it can perfectly make up for the defects and even become stronger.

After all, Lu Bu is a cavalry general. With a mount, he can exert more force and use it more skillfully.

Now, there is no Red Hare, but there is a humanoid mecha Red Wind.

Just like Lu Bu riding Dian Wei!

Invincible in the world!

Boom!

Faced with the fierce attack of the flying general, the Iron Wing was in a dilemma and had to launch a missile, which exploded at close range and blew itself away with the impact force.

Lin Yu and Zhao Xing's offensive was also stagnant due to the explosion.

But the experienced 'Lü Bu' on the battlefield would not be stunned in the battle.

"Go!"

Lin Yu raised his halberd again and clamped his legs.

This simple horse-driving action and sound are not difficult to understand.

Zhao Xing subconsciously obeyed the command, drove the propellers all over his body, and ran fast, charging towards the retreating Iron Wing.

While charging, his heart was broken.

How did he move?

Why do they still seem so tacit?

Did he become a mount?

"Jump!"

The calm and majestic voice sounded again.

Red Wind jumped instinctively.

With stronger power and thrusters to offset gravity, the Red Wind's jumping ability is much higher than that of a takeoff general.

With one leap, it was more than ten meters high.

Falling again, with the weight of two mechas, the reverse thrust of the thrusters, and the power of the general himself, the kinetic energy gathered on the Fang Tian Hua Ji can only be described as terrifying.

Boom!

With one halberd falling, the Iron Wings was barely able to stabilize its body due to the explosion and tumbling.

In a hurry, it barely moved half a point, but was still cut off half of its arm by the Fang Tian Ji.

Puff!

This time, not only lightning shot out, but also blood splattered.

The small mecha of about three or four meters, the limbs are not completely mechanical arms, and a small part of it still accommodates the driver's limbs. At this moment, it was cut at the shoulder and fell to the ground.