StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

Jim Renault lifted a helmet mask and nodded to Mike, "This armor can block the blow of most ordinary shotguns, but the thorn gun can penetrate it."

"This is why the front line is generally equipped with an eight millimeter -caliber C -14 nail pentic magnetic gun."

"What should I do?"

"Now, you learn to take your steps first," Renault said.

At this time, there were a few militias who gathered in a small pile at the door of the big tent, watching them.

Renault nodded again and encouraged, "You can go forward."

Mike looked at the signal instrument on his cheeks.

When he was bored at Norad 2, he read the "Battle Service Handbook", knowing that this small indicator light with green light now means everything.

He stepped forward.

I thought I put on this kind of clothes, and the road would be similar to traveling in the mud, so Mike was full of energy and raised his feet.

But the result is far more than expected. The feet of the sensor and a large pile of cables are lifted up, which is almost high.

Fuck, one step is so high.

Mike lost its balance and leaned back.

The servo system issued a crying alarm sound. He only had time to twist his body, and "banged" and fell to the ground with a solid sound.

Renault couldn't help laughing. He raised one hand and put it in front of his mask, trying to work hard.

But the five fingers couldn't cover the smile on his face.

Mike saw the lively militia holding the money and exchanged back and forth.

I thought: Okay, Dog Day bet on me.

A row of yellow lights on the cheeks flashed, Mike looked at them and tried to search for the relevant content on the manual in the memory.

Finally, it is determined that all the yellow lights are actually one meaning: "Hi, idiot, you fell."

"Set alone?" Mike said.

"You'd better learn to stand up by yourself." Renault smiled in his voice.

Well, Mike gritted his teeth, rolled slowly, and his abdomen was attached to the ground.

He found that he could support himself with one hand, as long as the legs could closely cooperate with the movement of the hand.

After all, he finally got up from the ground and returned to the upright state.

"Very good." Renault said, "Keep walking now, go forward."

This time Mike didn't dare to lift his feet, he tried to start in a dragging method.

The armor began to respond, moved forward difficultly, and the orange gray soil was stirred under his feet.

He dragged his feet to walk forward ten steps, then turned around, and then took ten steps.

After turning around a few times, he felt that he had grasped some of the essentials.

After a while, he raised his feet a little, and finally walked normally.

The signal instrument flashed with a small green light, and he was relieved. Just now the wrestling did not break the combat suit.

He remembered the recruits of the recruit eggs wearing a combat suit on Norad 2, and were happy that he didn't laugh too much at the time.

Renault went to the militia to come to a magnetic rifle.

He handed it to Mike.

"Give you that big stones." Renault said, trying to make his face not smile on his face.

Mike thought, Renault must be happy with his clumsy performance.

But when he raised the gun on time, he focused his attention on the shooting.

Now, the nails on the stilts are ready to fire.

"Ready." He said, "The back seat of this gun is not great?"

Renault turned to the pile of militia, "See you? Tell you that this person is more smart than looking!"

Two or three of the militia have begun to pay out from the fur clip

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