"Natz, look, he's much fiercer than Rambo!" While Bai Mo was cleaning the perimeter, inside the defense line, the soldier Ainilu, who had breathed from the tense battle, said to his comrades beside him.
"This is no longer an ordinary war movie, this is X-Men vs. Alien! This is Phoenix Girl! You idiot, Anilu!" Natz beside him was already overwhelmed by the white ink that was swaying his thoughts.
"Phoenix girl, you are tall! He is obviously a man."
"Is gender important? Just be domineering, I like to be so domineering."
"I have known you for so long, and this is the first time I know your true orientation. It seems that I will not be able to sleep in the same dormitory with you in the future." Ai Nilu took a step away holding the gun in his hand.
"Fuck off! I'm not the one who likes it! That means admiration! You, a Naples-born idiot, always misunderstand what we Northern Italians say."
"You're the idiot, what's wrong with Naples, the southerners provoked you? Northern Italy is full of pretentious perverts like you!" Ainilu fought back not to be outdone.
Just as Natz was about to refute, he felt his helmet being slapped hard.
"Which bastard..." Natz hadn't uttered the word "egg" when he turned around and realized that it was the platoon leader who gave him a thud, so he swallowed the word "egg" back into his mouth forcibly.
"It's a war, what about your discipline!" the platoon leader said seriously.
"It's not... It's not about relaxing your nerves." Natz wanted to explain.
"Don't make excuses. This is war. If you relax your head, you may open a hole. Then you will no longer have to make excuses. Relax and wait until you go back alive after the war. At that time, no one cares whether you run naked or drink. .”
Anilo covered his mouth and smiled.
"And you! Ainil, which tutorial told you to hold a rifle with one hand on the battlefield! Why did you use the other hand!" The platoon leader pointed at Ainil, who was covering his mouth with one hand and holding a gun in the other.
"You two little bastards, if it wasn't for this battlefield, each of you would have to do at least 200 push-ups when you go back. Remember, this is a battlefield!"
"Your fourth company, sixth company, quickly go to support the southern front, and the fifth company stays to garrison. There is no such fierce man on the southern wing, and the pressure is very high now. Don't look at it, don't be dazed, your comrades-in-arms are desperately fighting !” The commander yelled at the company commanders on the north wing over the radio, and urgently transferred most of the troops to the south wing, which Bai Mo could not support.
Bai Mo, who was immersed in the tornado, didn't pay attention to the farce caused by the two of them. Although he could hear the sound of half of the battlefield, only the commander's dispatch made him pay attention a little bit.
While constantly moving at high speed, he gradually discovered that whether it is the mutant creatures or soldiers around him, their (their) movements are actually so slow, so sluggish, which is exactly the same as the slow motion seen in movies before. Not much difference.
"It's too slow, too slow! Everything is so slow. It seems that I have always been used to this kind of world, and I have never left the low-speed world. The real world I can perceive is actually better than before. The world speeds up ten times, but I haven’t realized it all the time, and I always thought it was all I could perceive. At high speed, I realized that this should be the world I perceive! What I experience on weekdays is nothing more than The self-deception of the brain being content with the status quo." Bai Mo said to himself.
"The increase in neural response speed is actually an increase in the speed of perception of the entire world. Fortunately, I was a little happy when I saw the trajectory of the bullet. I didn't realize it until now. The whole world has slowed down! Hahaha! Hahaha!" Thinking of the back, Bai Mo couldn't help laughing.
The soldiers watching from a distance suddenly laughed when they saw Bai Mo who was still killing all directions, and somehow felt a little chill on his back. In the eyes of this group of soldiers, those who can kill wantonly and laugh wildly are generally not normal people.
"A hero, after all, has some eccentricities." Natz continued to whitewash his temporary idol in his heart.
"Lambo doesn't seem to be so crazy, he can kill and laugh at the same time." Anilu whispered, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, although he was not afraid that Bai Mo, who was tens of meters away from him, could hear him, but he also I am afraid of the fist of the platoon leader.
"It's a pity that I still can't control it well and create a tornado, but it's not important. A tornado can be practiced in any open space. There will always be a day when it can be done, but if you don't see through the illusion of the low-speed world, you will change your world view forever. Don't come."
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"My thinking has ten times the original speed, and my body strength can fully support ten times the speed of movement. Why do I waste time living at double the speed?" Bai Mo suddenly had such a thought in his heart.
Thinking of this, he began to try to adapt to the new speed of life.
When advancing at full speed at a speed of more than 150 meters per second, Bai Mo tried not to rely on divine thoughts, but to use his fingers to guide the mental power.
Every time he wants to attack a mutant creature, he stipulates that he must first point it with his index finger, and count silently in his heart after killing it.
in a minute.
"It's still too slow. It only killed 452 animals in one minute." Bai Mo was very dissatisfied with his results. There is still a long way to go in the high-speed world."
Bai Mo's playing tricks naturally led to the appearance of a large number of fish that slipped through the net. In order to remedy it, he could only use his divine sense to perceive again, and clean up the mutant creatures that passed through his defense line due to his lack of skills.
However, for ordinary soldiers, pointing their fingers eight times a second is enough to see only afterimages. After all, eight times a second can barely be regarded as a continuous animation.
After finally cleaning up all the mutated creatures that passed through his defense, Bai Mo learned his lesson and simply used five seconds as a unit of measurement, just like measuring APM, to test his effective number of operations within five seconds.
"One minute is too long. It's not easy to clean up all the fish that slipped through the net. If it's five seconds, it shouldn't be so hard to mend the pot. With their speed, five seconds can't leave my killing radius."
"Fifty one in five seconds, it seems to have improved." Bai Mo wiped out the other mutant creatures that were not spotted, and then put himself into practice again.
"fifty three."
"fifty seven."
…
"eighty-one."
"eighty."
"It seems that my current upper limit should be about 80 effective operations in five seconds. After converting ten times the reaction speed, it is about the same as ordinary people pointing their fingers 1.6 times per second, but the reaction should not be linear. Calculation, it is converted to twice per second, which is actually not fast."
The so-called battlefield, from Bai Mo's point of view, is just a sand table that can be drawn or erased at will.