The gravity chamber door opened, and Tang Lang stepped steadily out of the door.
There were sweat stains between his forehead and his chest and back, where only his white shirt remained after he had taken off his military uniform, but his face remained as usual.
After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into applause.
These are students, students in the military academy. They may not like Tang Lang too much, but they appreciate and worship the strong. Everyone who completes training that is almost impossible to challenge for them deserves their respect.
They have not yet learned that those in society who say you are better than me, I should feel the malice that comes from humiliation and inferiority. Young eagles that have not left their nests see more of the blue sky under the protection of their parents, but less of the dark clouds.
It's very cute, even if this kind of cuteness will gradually fade away with age and experience and become a cloud. But many people, in that time period, have had that kind of thing after all.
"How's it going? Did we pass the assessment? I, Brother Lang, are such a bastard. If anyone dares to say that we didn't pass, then I, Zhu Yidao, will stand at the door of your club with a big sign saying that you bully the newcomers." The little fat man said in time.
stood up and demanded impatiently.
"Zhu Yidao, right?" The long-legged beauty sneered at the corner of her mouth and asked in a condescending manner.
But this time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she crossed her arms to cover up the "fierce" part of her body.
Glancing regretfully at the blocked scenery, the little fat man explained seriously: "Sister Fierce, it's not a sword, it's a Tao, it's also a Tao. Tao is different and does not lead to each other. In addition to the name, according to Chinese
The pinyin is always the fourth tone."
"Regardless of whether you are a swordsman or a Taoist, your brother Lang is indeed a prodigal and your physical fitness is amazing, but what about you?" Sister Xi shouted coldly: "Don't even think about taking advantage of the loopholes. You haven't tested yet? Don't think that you are outside.
You're really good at doing a set of tensile tests. If you have the skills, you can also enter the No. 3 gravity chamber to have fun. You don't have to be qualified or excellent. Just go in and stay for 10 minutes, and my sister Du Moxi will obey you."
"Okay, just give me such a unique name like Sister Xi. I was stunned for the past 10 minutes." The little fat man gritted his back molars with a look of bitterness and hatred, and then began to take off his clothes.
"What do you want to do?"
"Can't you reduce the weight? Eight times gravity! Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Okay... Damn, please save your face and don't need any pants or anything like that!" Du Mosi obviously underestimated the shamelessness of the fat man. When he saw that he was not satisfied with unbuttoning his shirt, he started to unbutton his belt.
, not only a little dumbfounded.
"You will know when you go to the frontline troops. You have to dig trenches in a high temperature of 42 degrees Celsius. At that time, even you may not be able to help but want to wear big pants. You really think that combat uniforms are only for cold and heat.
Invasion! Why don't you go to heaven!" The fat man said with an indifferent expression, and also complained about the battle suit that looked very sexy on the surface.
The fierce sister was furious.
Although the federal combat suit can withstand high temperatures of 40 degrees and low temperatures of minus 50 degrees, it still has shortcomings in the complex and changeable climate conditions of multiple planets in space. That is also a fact. Under certain special climate conditions
, female soldiers only wear more vests than male soldiers, it’s not just some fat guy’s nonsense.
"Okay, your strength has been tested just now. Although you are not very good, there is absolutely no problem in passing the general assessment." Mingyue Shang really couldn't bear the fat man's white belly that was about to be exposed, thinking that there were even chubby ones.
Big White Legs hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. "But you must participate in the mecha control test, otherwise it will not be enough to convince the public."
"That's it! Then does this count as me using the back door?" The fat man reluctantly pulled on his pants that were about to be taken off, showing the potential of being an exhibitionist.
"Absolutely not!" Big Bear's eyelids twitched and he jumped out. "All of us can prove it for you. If anyone disagrees, let him come to me first!"
The whole look was: Brother, please spare us!
In addition to the fear of contaminating the eyeballs, I am afraid that in order to pass the assessment of the ancient martial arts club, the unbearable sight of a fat man in big pants sweating profusely is the key. Once word spreads, the ancient martial arts club will definitely stink the streets.
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"Okay, I reluctantly agreed." Fatty continued to nod reluctantly: "Fortunately, repairing mechas is my strength! Controlling mecha brothers is no problem."
As if to show that he was indeed repairing mechas, Fatty even flashed his mecha maintenance armband.
"Really? They say that if you want to be able to repair mechas, you must first be able to control mechas. In addition, in the past few years, the mecha maintenance department has produced several masters with great names. Zhu Yidao, I will be your assessor.
How about it?" Sister Xi stood up again, with a very warm expression on her face.
"Sister Fierce, there is no danger in this assessment, right?" The fat man was definitely not stupid at this time, his eyes were full of vigilance.
"Absolutely not. Although it is actual combat control, it is basically done at the click of a button!" Sister Xi said with a righteous look on her face. "Also, my name is Mo Ni, a close friend of Mo Ni."
According to the rules, all students who participate in actual mecha combat must wear special combat uniforms. The standard combat uniform for Tang Lang's figure is easy to choose, but it is more difficult for fat people. The largest combat uniform is also too round.
It directly made the federal battle uniform that should be full of heroic spirit look funny.
Especially when they saw Fatty clumsily climbing into the cockpit of the mecha, the scene was full of laughter. The figure after putting on some close-fitting combat uniforms virtually destroyed the image of a powerful hero that Fatty had accumulated in the previous moment.
Almost exhausted.
That made Mingyue Shang have the urge to think about her forehead. If this guy is dragged into a competition, are you sure he won't win by making his opponent laugh?
The mecha combat room of the ancient martial arts club located in the southeast corner of the venue has an area of nearly four basketball courts and nearly 5,000 square meters, with a height of 15 meters. As the combat room is activated, there are three walls and a transparent side facing the viewer.
Two meters above the curtain wall, a protective net similar to a magnetic net rises to a height of more than ten meters.
What the Guwu Society provides is not the federal military standard mecha, but the old "Warrior Zhou" assassin-class mecha that was retired from active service fifty years ago. To put it bluntly, it is a reconnaissance light mecha.
The "Assassin" is an old model, but the reason why the Military Academy uses this old mecha as one of the special mechas for student training is because it has excellent modification potential. And facts have proved that the Federation gradually began to use it ten years ago.
The Qin Warrior series of mechas currently in service still have the shadow of the "Assassin". Even if the mecha engine, body armor and brain system are replaced by those from fifty years ago, the Qin Warrior is at least 6% more powerful than the Assassin.
Ten similarities.
But without more modern brains and various auxiliary controls, it is much more difficult to control assassins than today's military-standard mechas. However, it is precisely this kind of "primitive" that does not require auxiliary controls that uses this kind of body.
Only when used for fighting can the level of the controller be reflected to a greater extent.
The two mechas were separated on both sides of the huge combat room. It was not until the mechas completed their power-on self-check that the alloy lock locking the waist of the mechas popped open.
The fiery red "assassin" belonging to the assessor Du Moxi strode towards the center of the field, while the black "assassin" belonging to the fat man who also strode forward was obviously top-heavy and staggered. If the fat man hadn't been so quick, he would have looked like a big horse.
lie.
"Haha! Fat brother, I support you, I will use this move to knock down Senior Sister Mo Ni later!" Big Bear laughed loudly.
The people around him burst into laughter. Although there was no malicious intention, it was undoubtedly a very pleasant thing for these students to watch the fat man who had just put on a show act like a clown.
As for knocking down Senior Sister Mo Ni, that is of course a joke. How can a person who can sit in the third position in the ancient martial arts club be mediocre? Even if the ancient martial arts club is not as good as it used to be, it is just because the new generation is not good, but
Not talking about those old students, because of the existence of Mingyue Shang, Du Moxi and others in the same issue.
At that time, the Ancient Martial Arts Society was extremely prosperous. Even the Mecha Department, which was known as the highest level of mecha combat in the academy, did not dare to ignore their existence.
A trio, and Du Mosi was one of the trio.
After another two years of study, Du Mosi can only become stronger now. That is something that a maintenance soldier who only knows how to repair mechas can compete with, not to mention his current miserable performance. Even if it is, maybe it is because of manipulation.
It's because I'm used to new military mechas and seldom come into contact with this kind of old-fashioned teaching mechas.
"Damn it! How about it not even having the assistive walking function? I almost fell down!" At the same time, the fat man's angry complaints also spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker.
"I can give you two minutes to familiarize yourself with the control of the mecha!" The confident voice of the long-legged beauty came from the red assassin who had strode to the center of the field and stood proudly.
"Okay! This broken mecha is really too old, let me get used to it!" The fat man was not polite.
"Three circles to the left and three to the right, neck twisting, back seat twisting, let's do some exercise together..." The fat man who walked slowly over suddenly hummed a song that didn't quite hit the tune.
What kind of exercise are you going to do? The faces of everyone in the audience were extremely weird, and they all followed this obscene voice and drew up a picture in their minds that was not suitable for children: a long-legged girl who is over 18 meters tall and a chubby girl who is absolutely chubby.
A fat man over 17 is obsessed with exercise...
As the fat man hummed an incoherent voice, the black mecha also made corresponding movements. While twisting its neck, it drew circles on its waist and twisted the back seat. No matter which direction it looked from, it looked so obscene and disgusting.
How obscene.
However, Mingyue Shang's eyes were the first to narrow.
It's not scary that a person can twist like this. That is because a person can send instructions through the central nervous system and control most of the muscles in the body through the meridians to complete the action. But what if it is a mecha?
That requires control to an extremely fine level.
Although she can also achieve this level or even do it better, it is the result of her having controlled this kind of assassin-type mecha countless times, but it was clearly the first time for the fat man to control this kind of teaching mecha.
!
"Want to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger again?" Mingyue Shang thought about this possibility, but couldn't help but glare at Tang Lang who was standing not far away.
Do these guys from the army think this is fun? It’s so childish!
Tang Lang felt a little melancholy under his crotch. The fat man probably had his nature suppressed in the 2nd Fleet. Now that he was no longer suppressed, he began to unleash it completely. The assassin twisted into such a slutty shape, not to mention that Miss Ming's eyes widened.
Even I had the urge to hit him.
In fact, not only the beautiful girl saw the superb control hidden behind the fat man's humble twists, but also the long-legged beauty Du Mosi.
With his eyes fixed, the red assassin's fingers began to move.
"Fat man, it's very good!"
"Just average, third in the school!" Fatty said proudly as he controlled the assassin.
"By the way, I would like to remind you that I am an intermediate level three mecha master! If you survive ten moves, you will pass the assessment."
"Hmm, I was promoted to Intermediate Level 2 a few days ago. Don't say I'm bullying you later."
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A brief moment of quiet!
"Senior, beat him up!" A female student suddenly stood up and shouted.
Really, I have never seen such a shameless fat man again. Let alone pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, even if he is a tiger, he has to beat him to the ground.
"Why do you have to beat me?" the fat man said angrily.
He didn't wait for an answer, but he did wait for a fist.