Wow! The explosion rate is really high

Both pilots were in contact with Bai E, so he felt...it didn't seem like two people were required to play.

At least as far as the intensity of operations in basic training is concerned.

Try it...

The instructor is not here, so I am alone, groping around secretly.

Because everyone has a different body shape, arms span, leg length and other indicators are different, so the various operating modules in the simulation cabin have a certain amount of room for movement.

Likewise, both driver positions are adjustable.

Bai E didn't ask how to adjust the mechanical structure, and the instructor didn't say anything, but... Bai E opened the operation manual.

[You are learning "Knowledge - Specific Vehicle (Armed Mecha) Driving", and the progress is 93%. 】

Following the guidance of the directory, you can easily find the operation to adjust the position.

"Click~"

"Click~"

The mechanical structure emits a friction sound during coupling.

Pushing the position of the fighter pilot to the end, pushing the position of the main pilot to the middle, and pulling all the various operating modules closer, Bai E once again fixed himself in the position of the main pilot.

There are a dazzling array of surrounding functional modules, all piled up in front of you.

Bai E rubbed his hands and felt hot in his hands.

The mechanical structure has an addictive sense of operation, and the hands are particularly excited and focused when they are flying.

Start from scratch…

Bai E reset the level difficulty.

I am practicing alone now, so I can't rely on him.

"Buzz~"

The speakers in the simulation cabin began to simulate the buzzing sounds emitted by various structures when the mecha was running.

Slight shaking and vibrations are also transmitted to your body along with the fulcrum behind you.

When you are fully immersed in everything shown in the simulation cabin, the experience is actually quite real.

Bai E really felt as if he was driving a tall mecha, walking on the vast land.

First gear...second gear...third gear...

Bai E pushed the gear forward and the power began to increase.

While his legs were preparing to swing, Bai E also entered the command for his arms to follow in advance.

Balance, center of gravity... when driving a mecha, the feeling is more obvious than that of your own human body.

The feeling of being ready to fall at any time during the several sideways shifts during the previous cooperation is still fresh in my memory.

When I realized that the process was happening slowly without the ability to change at all, there was only a heavy feeling of powerlessness weighing on my heart.

This is the lack of confidence caused by the imbalance of the center of gravity during operation. When operating alone, you need to pay more attention to the sense of loss caused by slight flaws in coordination.

After recalling all the problems he had encountered during practice, Bai E's hands turned into shadows, and the buttons and pushrods of the mechanical structure rang out in front of his eyes...

"Boss...how is that guy?" Someone easily passed the level and turned to the instructor behind him to ask.

Brandon is dutifully inspecting the coordination training between each group of pilots.

Everyone's progress is different. Some old people's combinations are reserve pilots left over from the previous batch, and their operating habits or personalities are not suitable for guiding new people, so they keep practicing with the original combination.

They are almost the new regular pilots appointed by default.

Moreover, the training time is very long, and I am familiar with the instructor, so I speak more casually.

Brandon thought of the outrageous scene just now and shook his head, "Don't target him for nothing. This is a talent specially recruited by Chief Hamilton himself."

"Talent?" The training warrior sneered. Are there still few talents in this world?

His identity as a humanoid meant that he would not be reused here. This was the invisible iron law of the armored battalion for so long.

"Instructor, it's not that we are targeting him deliberately. It's just that among the brothers, who wants to be a brother to an android? Maybe one day he will go crazy and stab us in the back."

"Discrimination" against artificial humans naturally requires factual evidence, and those cases of artificial humans that mutate out of control are the most publicized arguments here.

If he doesn't even have anyone willing to cooperate, he can't always let the instructor practice with him or even go to the battlefield together in the future, right?

What is considered to become a full-scale pilot is not a fighter per se, but a group of two fighters.

No matter how talented he is, no matter how strong he is, no matter how famous he is in other places, he won't be able to do it in the Armored Battalion...

Under such circumstances, that guy will definitely not be able to become a full-time pilot. In the end, it is estimated that he will become a member of the tank and rocket vehicle crews like other android soldiers who come to the armored battalion.

Having said that, the soldiers in training are still quite curious about the understanding of the android boy.

The soldier who was talking stretched his neck to look at the tablet in the instructor's hand.

On it were recorded the performance results of each group of warriors during their training, "How did the boy perform just now?"

"Very powerful." The instructor said truthfully, hoping that the boys under his command could cooperate with the commander's will. "So I say you guys, don't mess with him. Commander Hamilton attaches great importance to him, and he may come from other places later." Send someone over to cooperate with him."

Since the people you have are unwilling to cooperate, then find someone who is willing to cooperate.

This was the only plan he could think of.

We are all newcomers anyway, so it would be good to develop a tacit understanding of cooperation together from scratch.

Whether he will do this depends on whether the commander pays enough attention to him.

"Oh~"

The warrior who spoke responded perfunctorily, and at the same time caught a glimpse of the information he wanted to see.

Group 2, the current evaluation is "excellent" and the overall evaluation is "good+".

There is also a rising green arrow...

This is the almost iron-clad main crew of pilots... their own.

It was expected, but I was still happy.

Look at that kid again... Group 21, current evaluation... "Excellent +".

There is no comprehensive evaluation because this is his first lesson...

Um?

Really?

Still +?

"Instructor, are you sure you are not partial to him?" The soldier who saw this result couldn't believe his eyes.

"He is indeed very powerful." Brandon sighed sincerely.

Another soldier in the same group who was training shook his head in disbelief, "How can the performance of a group with an instructor be poor? No matter how stupid a newcomer is, the instructor can make up for it..."

"..."

Normally this kind of thing sounds happy, but today it sounded particularly embarrassing.

Brandon felt his face getting hot.

Let’s not talk about the complicated training in the future. Just talking about the basic training just now...it’s really hard to say who will make up for who.

But at this moment, even if the truth is told, these boys probably don't believe it, let alone it will damage the dignity of the instructor.

Brandon coughed reservedly, "Anyway, don't go too far. He is really good, and he is also the person the commander named to take care of. That's about it."

"Okay, okay, we promise not to target him."

But he didn’t cooperate either…

You train alone and see how you become a full-time pilot.

"Look!" The soldier who caught a glimpse of something suddenly laughed, "As soon as the instructor leaves, this guy won't be able to survive, right?"

Current rating - "Poor".

The tablet in the hands of the instructor is just a collection of presentation panels for the internal evaluation of these simulation cabin systems on the soldiers currently being trained.

The actual score is not judged by the instructor himself. Whether the action meets the standard is judged by the simulation cabin system.

At this moment, the simulation cabin system is faithfully reflecting the training situation in each simulation cabin.

The feedback information belonging to Group 21 flashed bright red, reminding the instructor that there were major flaws in the training of this "group" of students.

Seeing this scene, Brandon frowned and muttered to himself, 'What's going on? Didn't you practice well just now? ’

"..."

its not right! Damn it!

Who will this kid be practicing with after he leaves?

Or are you just using the host's module to play around?

Can you fall down while walking? Otherwise, it will not be judged as "poor" by the system.

Then who was the person who cooperated with me just now?

Damn it!

Brandon put away the tablet to prevent the soldiers in training from peeking, and just warned him with a cold face.

"Practice yourself! Don't let up, you know? Even if you are the most skilled among these people, it doesn't mean that you will definitely become a full-time pilot. If your skills are not good enough, going to the battlefield will just be a waste of city resources. The final selection is not It's up to me."

Brandon turned around and left as he spoke. He wanted to see what the android boy was doing!

…

"I'm not used to it..." Bai E grimaced, "It feels so uncomfortable."

If you operate it alone, you can't be more clear about your plans.

It’s too uncomfortable to have to bear the two-second delay difference between the main character and the fighter pilot.

Distracted from calculating the time, he found it difficult to pass even the simplest level at the beginning.

"How to adjust this..."

It’s not in the operating manual either…

"What are you doing?" Brandon's confused voice came from behind.