Silicon Invasion

The massive steel skeleton was exposed without any covering. Although it was sprayed with anti-rust paint, some of it had peeled off due to lack of maintenance over a long period, revealing patches of rust.

The walls around were covered with white tiles, with gray paint applied to the lower section. The technology exhibition hall, with a height of thirty meters, appeared very simple. The exhibition hall occupied a vast area, with dozens of booths of various sizes inside. The aisles, covered with red carpet, were crowded with people.

"Students, what we have before us now is the Pioneer-21 type mech..."

The female teacher leading the group was wearing sportswear and speaking loudly through a small megaphone. Her voice was pleasant to listen to, but it didn't attract much attention from her familiar students. These big kids gathered in groups of twos and threes, whispering to each other, occasionally bursting into giggles, completely ignoring her, which made the female teacher feel exceptionally annoyed.

But she didn't have much of a solution. The students were going to have their summer vacation tomorrow, and it was already quite rare that they could maintain basic formation.

Luo Rui's eyes were vacant at this moment, instinctively following the team's movements. Since junior high school, the school had organized several outdoor activities every year. The wilderness was too dangerous, so various exhibition halls became the best places to go. But Dongmu County was a small place, and besides this mech exhibition hall, there was only the geological museum two kilometers away.

And Luo Rui, who was about to enter his third year of high school, didn't know how many times he had visited this place. Moreover, the updates here were too slow, and he had already memorized a lot of the data.

For example, the K-13 mech with military green paint in front of him was an old antique that had been here since his first visit. The mech was 7.5 meters tall and weighed 55 tons. Because it focused too much on defense, the armor thickness in most areas of the mech was as high as 200mm, which made it not only overweight and bulky, but also caused damage to the knee joint components due to the inability to find suitable materials for slightly larger torques. In the end, the part below the thigh had to be replaced with a track structure, which looked awkward.

However, even with reinforced tracks, even though the alien world's gravity was only 0.8 times that of Blue Star, its excessive weight made it unable to adapt to the complex road environment of the alien world. This made the thing essentially useless in actual combat, and after building two units and collecting some data, production was stopped.

But even if the K-13 was terrible, its limited quantity determined its rarity. An exhibition hall in a small city like Dongmu County couldn't afford to bring in a mech of this level.

Therefore, the K-13 in front of him was just a holographic projection. Although the exhibition hall's technology was updated three years ago, making it more lifelike than before, with various details meticulously crafted, the fake thing couldn't express the heavy oppressive feeling of 55 tons.

Luo Rui rubbed his hands. Was it free to use electricity in this place? Why was the air conditioning so high? He couldn't help but complain in his heart. The exhibition hall should have a machine that sells tissues by scanning a QR code. The sales would definitely be good.

A plump and sturdy classmate next to him crossed his arms and shrank his neck: "Luo Rui, are you going to get in a mech later?" His voice had a heavy nasal congestion, indicating that he had also been frozen quite a bit.

Luo Rui rolled his eyes. Wasn't that obvious?

Every year during this activity, the military would bring two real mechs for display. Students could take photos with the mechs at close range, but the second-year high school students had a chance to have zero-distance contact with the mechs.

Since the appearance of mechs, mech pilots had become a popular profession. In the early stages, because it was in the exploratory phase, there were no clear requirements for the assessment of mech pilots, which led to many people wasting time and energy.

This contact was also to help students have a clear understanding of themselves.

The third-year high school students had finished their exams last month and had already left the school. And the mechs used for display were generally in service and couldn't be away from their posts for too long, so the first-year high school students also missed the opportunity.

Luo Rui had been envious of seeing his seniors get into the mechs last year for a long time, and now that it was finally his turn this year, how could he miss this opportunity?

The young homeroom teacher finally realized what the students really wanted, and stopped wasting time on those projections. They quickly went through the motions, and in half an hour, led the team to the final booth.

This booth was extra large. In its center, stood two humanoid mechs.

Unlike the experimental first-generation machines like the K-13, the Warrior-7 was a very mature third-generation machine. It was 8.2 meters tall, and the 100mm armor thickness still made it look majestic, but because it used titanium alloy material, the overall weight was only 31 tons.

Both Warrior-7s were unmodified standard machines, with military green camouflage paint. The left shoulder was equipped with a 3-caliber recoilless gun, which could be folded behind the body, with an ammunition base of 20 rounds, including 10 armor-piercing rounds, 4 tracer explosive rounds, 3 incendiary rounds, and 3 illumination rounds, giving it decent long-range support capabilities.

The right shoulder was equipped with a 6-tube small rocket launcher that could carry 30mm caliber tracking and anti-aircraft missiles. The arms were equipped with 12.7mm semi-buried machine guns, which could quickly clear miscellaneous enemies.

In addition, there were two 1.2-meter alloy daggers hidden on the outside of the thighs, giving it a certain close combat ability.

But the biggest difference between it and the K-13 was that the Warrior-7 was a real bipedal humanoid mech, which was not only very flexible in short-range turning, but also more adaptable to the complex geographical environment of the alien world.

Luo Rui's eyes shone, and various data flashed through his mind. Like all boys, as a mech fan who had been in the circle since kindergarten, becoming a mech pilot had always been his dream. He had also been working hard in this direction, but there was still a little gap to this goal. But this little gap was like a chasm, preventing him from crossing it so far.

The chest armor of the Warrior-7 opened upwards, hiding its cockpit. To enter it was the most basic test for a mech pilot.

On both sides of the front of the mech's body, there were hidden climbing structures, after all, it was impossible to prepare ladders for the pilots on the battlefield at any time. But it was impossible to demand too much from the students. The exhibition hall not only prepared ladders, but also arranged safety officers.

"Haha!"

"That's hilarious..."

"Can you do it...?"

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The experience was a very interesting part, and also a very easy part to be socially awkward.

Even at a height of six meters, it was still an insurmountable gap for some people. But this may be the only chance in their lives to enter the cockpit, and few people would give it up.

Some people overcame themselves and climbed up tremblingly, while others were a little bit worse, stuck in the middle, unable to move up or down, causing a burst of laughter from the onlookers.

Fortunately, the experience had strict time limits, 5 minutes per person. When the time was up, even if they were hanging on the ladder, they would be pulled away by the safety officer.

Luo Rui received a number plate. As the number of people waiting in front of him gradually decreased, his heart rate began to accelerate. His kidneys were like two big furnaces, roasting his whole body hot, and the palms of his hands holding the number plate began to sweat. The coldness just now had also been swept away.

After nearly an hour of waiting.

Number 97!

The voice was so pleasant.

It was the number he was holding.

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