From scrap mecha to sci-fi heaven

The dead Larud was a fake!

In other words, the pilot in the second-generation mecha Iron Wing of the Brotherhood of Steel was not a reserve pilot at all, but the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel, the veteran pilot Larud.

Lin Yu immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Zhao Xing, how is your side?"

He shouted in the communication channel.

However, there was no response for a long time.

"Keep an eye on him and try to get some information."

Lin Yu did not delay any longer and paralyzed the power center of the remaining mecha with a halberd.

Then he said something to Alena and Xu Xiaotu who rushed out of the building happily, and returned to the entrance of the sanatorium without stopping.

Bang bang bang bang!

As soon as he returned to the original battlefield in the flying armor, he saw a red figure rolling and flying over.

Just like skipping stones on the water, it went up and down, bumped and rolled, and it barely buffered the force after several dozen meters, and stopped at the feet of the flying general armor with a deep scratch.

Lin Yu: "..."

"You don't look well?"

Lin Yu lowered his head and looked at the Red Wind driven by Zhao Xing.

"Huff, huff... something is wrong, the one inside is definitely not the reserve pilot."

The Red Wind's body slowly climbed up, and Zhao Xing's response finally sounded in the communication channel.

"The one inside is Larudo, the one killed by Qiao Wa and others is a fake."

Lin Yu calmly said the known information, and then looked up at a silver-white mecha not far away.

The mecha had no paint, just the most basic silver-white metal color, and the overall shape was highly bionic.

But compared to the quick glance at the beginning, the silver-white mecha at this moment had a pair of huge metal bat wings spread out behind it, with a wingspan of more than three or four meters.

It seems that the code name of the Iron Wing comes from this.

Boom!

Larudo obviously also found Lin Yu at this moment, but after just a glance, the head of the Iron Wing turned to the Red Wind again.

The end of the unfolded Iron Bat Wing ejected multiple orange-red tail flames, and the huge propulsion force directly caused the Iron Wing to dive close to the ground, sweeping up a long dragon of smoke and dust, heading straight for the two people.

"The opponent is also a speed-specialized mecha. You can't keep up. Take Qiao Wa and the others first."

Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and controlled the Red Wind. Two rows of nearly half a meter long flames also gushed out from his back, as if he had turned into a humanoid dragon covered with flaming thorns, and he rushed towards the Iron Wing.

Boom!

The two mechas, one red and one silver, collided with each other in the charge, setting off a deafening roar.

However, this collision only lasted for a moment.

As soon as they collided, the pilot of the Iron Wing had already urged the body to grab the Red Wind, twisted his body and threw it backward.

This perfectly timed collision and throwing can be said to have just deflected most of the impact force, and even used the force to throw the Red Wind out.

Bang bang bang bang!

Just like the scene just now, the Red Wind rolled several times in a row, and then barely stopped its body in the emergency brake.

"The gap in strength is too big."

After watching this short confrontation, Lin Yu couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

In terms of body performance, the comprehensive performance of the Iron Wing is slightly stronger than that of the Red Wind, but in terms of speed alone, Zhao Xing's Red Wind is actually slightly superior.

But Larud is obviously a veteran pilot with extremely rich practical experience.

Zhao Xing can only be said to be mediocre, and even reveals a little immaturity.

The gap between the two sides in skills and experience is not a little bit.

The most essential difference between the first-generation mecha and the second-generation mecha is the neural interaction system and the bionic body.

The neural interaction system allows the pilot to finely control the body's activities as if he were controlling his own limbs and muscles.

The bionic body, as its name suggests, is highly bionic to the human body, even the power structure is the same, and the body can be operated as if it were controlling its own muscles under a fine transmission system.

The change brought about by this is that every action can be finely controlled.

This may not be obvious, so let's take a few simple examples.

Feijiang is a first-generation mecha, and its transmission system is hydraulic transmission. Although it can barely control the output size after combining electromyographic sensors and small motors, it is actually very rough and cannot make fine adjustments. It moves in a rigid manner, and the setbacks are no different from ordinary machines.

To put it in a figurative way, this thing is equivalent to driving an excavator.

There are masters who can cook with an excavator, but they are already a very small number of people who have reached the pinnacle.

And second-generation mechas like Red Wind and Iron Wings can finely mobilize every "muscle" of the bionic body through neural signals.

It is difficult to cook with an excavator. Only those who have reached the pinnacle of skill can do it.

But controlling your body is no problem, not to mention cooking, even martial arts fighting.

It is precisely because of this characteristic of the second-generation mecha that the skill gap between pilots will be magnified.

Zhao Xing's confrontation with Larud is just like his confrontation with the two first-generation mechas.

The performance of the mechas may not be much different, but the difference is huge when they really fight.

"I am afraid that I am not a match. The difference in the flexibility of the mechas is too big, and the speed difference is even more fatal..."

Lin Yu also evaluated the gap between himself and Iron Wing, and suddenly felt it was difficult.

It seems that he really can't intervene in the battle between Red Wind and Iron Wing.

The gap between the flexibility of the flying general and the second-generation mecha is too great. Even if you can barely cope with it by relying on skills and predictions, you will only be exhausted.

Moreover, the opponent is a speed-specialized mecha, which is the most terrible thing.

The Flying Commander armor is mainly designed to enhance the strength of the upper limbs. Its maneuverability is probably not outstanding among first-generation mechas of the same level, let alone a speed-specialized mecha like Steel Wings that is equipped with a propulsion system. .

"Actually...I have an idea."

In the communication channel, a voice suddenly sounded.

It's Jova.

He has always been nearby, and naturally he is well aware of the current situation, as well as the dilemma of Crimson Wind and the flying general.

"any solution?"

Zhao Xing's urgent voice sounded immediately.

"Don't we have Mr. Zhang? He is an S-class mecha master. If he is allowed to pilot your Crimson Wind, he should be able to handle Larudo even if he is not used to it."

Jiao Wa stated his method, but his voice was inexplicably low and hesitant.

"This is simply unrealistic. How could Larudo watch us change pilots on the spot? Not to mention Mr. Zhang can't get close. I'm looking for death if I leave the cockpit now."

Zhao Xing drove the crimson wind towards the Wings of Steel again, so the sound was also roaring.

"He means to let me hang on to Larudo while you hand over the machine."

Lin Yu spoke calmly.

"What? No! I don't agree! What's the difference between this and letting you die!"