Touching the crescent moon in his pocket, he quickly wrote the assessment application in the personal information below.
'Nonosiva Lin, applying for the assessment of a first-class magneto-optical cannon. '
The magneto-optical cannon is a weapon made of metal with extremely high magnetic force. It is bombarded at high speed to achieve the special strategic purpose of killing metal mechs. It is a very targeted long-range attack method. But because of its strong recoil, it is naturally difficult to grasp the accuracy.
"As long as you reach the first level of the five subjects, you are eligible to apply for learning professional tactics in advance!" Nono Xiwa murmured in a low voice, his heart burning.
Professional tactics, each of which is a powerful experience summary derived from continuous research and exploration from generation to generation. It is a powerful technique derived from various elite techniques combined with the most advanced optical brain calculations. Even those legendary inheritance tactics are all evolutionary versions developed on this basis.
Now that consciousness mechas have been popular for hundreds of years, countless methods of training consciousness have been continuously spread, and in the aspect of manipulating mechas, it has almost reached a peak.
The Mother Star Federation and the Galactic Federation have evolved their experience in this area to an extreme in the war against the Finites for thousands of years.
Various types of consciousness, each with its own brand and ability, emerged in batches, and were wiped out again and again, and what remained until now was the most quintessential essence.
Every time Nono Xiwa recalled this magnificent history, he felt an irrepressible desire and impulse in his heart. It is said that there was even the strongest mech in the battle, and it was a miracle that he could turn the entire war situation around by himself!
He held the crescent moon tightly in his pocket.
"I have this, so I can definitely pass the test easily!" He was extremely confident in this crescent moon that he had obtained unintentionally. The love and enthusiasm for mechas is also why he chose to join the ranks of studying mechas without hesitation.
Originally, he only possessed ordinary talents, but it was this crescent moon that allowed him to step through several stages and successfully squeezed into the Black Disk Academy.
Crescent has the function of automatically controlling the mecha, assisting him in controlling the battle. As long as it is close to the body, it can play a strong role in regulating and assisting.
Automatic calculation of shooting trajectory, automatic control to avoid movement, this is simply a naked plug-in component!
Xu Song adjusted the webpage angrily, and he began to carefully check various information about the assessment.
He believes that he has the little crescent moon, and he will be able to pass the test easily.
Nono Xiwa was born in a very ordinary family, his parents were just ordinary company employees with average salaries, and the tuition fees of the Black Disk Academy were very expensive, and he had to pay a large deposit to avoid compensation in case of damage to the training mecha.
So in order for him to go to college, the two had to save money and borrow money everywhere to get together the tuition fee and the deposit, and they had to pay back a large amount of interest on the bank loan every month.
In this society, college is extremely expensive. In order to make the elder brother stand out in the future, the younger siblings will give him the opportunity to go to college, even though they both have excellent grades.
He has also become the only hope of the family. Outside the family are proud of having him as an older brother, so much so that when they eat non-artificial meat at home, they have to let the older brother eat enough before eating.
Boom boom boom.
There was a knock on the door.
"What are you doing?" Nuonuoxiwa was concentrating on reading the information, impatient to be interrupted.
"Nonuo, your monthly utility point has already been credited to Cary." Father Rondo's voice came.
"Understood!" Nuonuoxiwa's tone softened a little. He just needed money to sign up for the assessment, and he was short of money to buy something he valued a few days ago.
Father Rondo coughed a few times, then left to rest.
Nuonuoxiwa stood up, went to the door and opened it to look. On the stool beside the door, there was a white card with blue electronic numbers faintly flashing on it.
He picked it up and wiped it with his fingers, and suddenly several numbers changed on the card.
"Why is it so small!!?" Nuonuo's expression changed suddenly, "How can this be enough for me!!?" He glanced at his parents' room, his face was ugly.
Boom!
Slamming the door hard, Nuonuo went back to the computer angrily.
He is not reconciled! Compared with those classmates, his family background is not generally poor, and those classmates are also much better off than him.
There's no other way, families who have access to mechas are naturally not bad, and there are too few students like him who have jumped through the Dragon Gate by chance.
bang
Suddenly there was a burst of thunder outside, and the thunder rolled, shaking the window lattices slightly.
At the window, the black curtain was blown up suddenly by the wind, blocking Nuonuo's eyes, and directly clinging to him.
"It's very windy." He quickly stood up and went to close the window.
Whoosh!
A black light suddenly flew in from the window, and just entered the room from the angle where he was blocked by the curtains, and suddenly stuck to him and disappeared.
"What bug?" Nuonuo was startled, closed the window and took a closer look at himself. Just now he seemed to feel something bumped into himself, it seemed to be a small bug.
After checking up and down, he found nothing, so he returned to his seat and sat down again.
But the strange thing is that he didn't notice that there were traces of tiny blood vessels faintly appearing on his face, covering his face like a blood-red network, which was very terrifying.
Nuonuo just stared at the computer screen intently, without any distraction.
Fortunately, the bloodshot eyes on his face only lasted for a short while before disappearing into the skin again.
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The next day, the basic training ground of the Black Disk Academy
In the black sand field, two dusty humanoid mechas were standing facing each other, with red lights flashing around them, which were surveillance detectors.
Surrounded by the red light, the two mechas appeared extremely calm.
It was shaped like a fat gray man with a big belly, and there was a whistling sound from behind him from time to time.
The mechs are more than five meters high, and there are faint glass windows in the metal belly in the middle. You can see a boy aged seventeen or eighteen sitting inside each.
"Today's fifth assessment, get ready!" A bearded man shouted at the edge of the field. He was wearing a green cap, with dark skin, and looked weather-beaten. He was also in his thirties and forties. He was tall, burly and powerful. .
Standing next to the man were a dozen or so young people of the same age, including men and women, all of whom were not in the school uniform of the Black Disk Academy.
"Shooting training protection, activated, activated, please leave the dangerous area of the venue for irrelevant personnel." A sweet mechanical female voice echoed above the venue.
The man glanced at the students in the two mechas.
"The official assessment has disability criteria, so be careful yourself." He said loudly, his voice full of anger.
Seeing that the two people in the mecha made no problem gestures, he nodded. Raise your hands up, then swipe them down.
"start!"
Woo.
Two dull engine starts sounded loudly.
The two mechas on the field started almost simultaneously, quickly pulled out a small gray and white pistol from behind, and pointed it at each other.
The bearded man next to him nodded, and began to explain to the students around him.
"Good action, see the gray guns in their hands? This is a miniaturized magneto-optical gun, and now it's just a simple magneto-optical gun. As a test, a real magneto-optical gun is not required, but this magneto-optical gun does not have the same Lethality, but it also simulates the recoil of a magneto-optical gun, which is very cost-effective for training.”
The students around him nodded repeatedly.
"Does the teacher think that Nonoxiwa can pass the examination this time?" A girl with brown curly hair and an ordinary face and slightly dark skin asked.
"Mia, are you friends with him?" The teacher glanced at her, "This depends on his own performance, but the previous few assessments were not bad, and the chances of passing this time are very high."
"Nuo Nuo is the third in our class. I didn't expect to apply for the first-level subjects in the second grade. It's amazing." A boy next to Mia whispered,
"You work hard, and this day will come." The teacher smiled with satisfaction.
Before the words fell, the two mechas on the field moved suddenly and fired at the same time.
Two red sparks flickered at the muzzle of the gun, but the two mechs seemed to miss and missed each other. Instead, he was strongly pushed back by the huge recoil force and took a step back.
The two on the field are like two gray beasts, moving quickly in an arc to avoid the opponent's possible aiming guns. For a while, the sky was full of dust, only the violent humming of the engine continued.
The magneto-optical bullets they fired hit the air behind them directly after they fell through the air, and were immediately stopped by a transparent corrugated barrier.
Inside a mecha, Nuonuoxiwa held the joystick with a ferocious face, and with the other hand, he quickly clicked the densely packed buttons on the console.
Contrary to the flexible dodging posture of the mecha, the hand speed of his manipulating the mecha is not fast at all. He didn't control many movements at all, and the mecha dodged by itself.
At this time, there is a small silvery white crescent moon placed beside the mecha console, which is slightly glowing with a layer of white light. It seems that something is flickering inside it, and there is a faint sound of rattling parts inside. Voice.
"I'm the one with the cards! Hahaha!!" Nonosiva would become extremely irritable every time he sank into the mech, completely different from his usual taciturnity. It was as if all his usual depression had burst out here.
The circular screen in front of him shook violently, and the mecha automatically and continuously evaded the shooting of the opponent's mecha.
The third time he shot, the accuracy was much better than the previous two times, and Nuo Nuo showed satisfaction on his face. However, the conscious control of the mecha has cost him a lot. Conscious control combined with the manual assistance of the console is the most popular control method now.
But for him, the load is still heavy. After all, the mecha moves and turns quickly, and the huge inertia generated must be borne by the driver himself.
He didn't notice at all that the crescent moon in his hand had faintly cracked with the high-speed change of direction of the mecha. The temperature inside it is getting higher and higher, getting hotter.
(end of this chapter)