Chapter 244 Solo Practice

Bai'e had experience in both driving positions, so he felt... it didn't seem like it took two people to play.

At least that was the case in terms of the operation intensity in basic training.

Let's try...

The instructor was not there, so I was alone, sneaking around.

Because everyone has different body shapes, arm spans, leg lengths and other indicators are different, so the various operating modules in the simulation cabin have a certain amount of room for movement.

Similarly, the positions of the two pilots can also be adjusted.

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

[You are learning "Knowledge-Specific Vehicle (Armed Mecha) Driving", progress 93%. ]

Following the guidance of the catalog, I easily found the operation to adjust the position.

"Click~"

"Click~"

The mechanical structure made a friction sound when coupled.

Pushing the position of the fighter pilot to the end and the position of the main pilot to the middle, all the various operating modules were pulled forward, and Bai'e fixed himself in the position of the main pilot again.

The surrounding functional modules were dazzling, all piled up in front of him.

Bai'e rubbed his hands and felt that his hands were hot.

The mechanical structure has an addictive operation feeling, and the hands are flying around, which makes people excited and focused.

Start from the beginning...

Bai'er reset the difficulty of the level.

I am practicing alone now, so I can't be arrogant.

"Buzz~"

The sound system in the simulation cabin began to simulate the buzzing sound of various structures when the mecha is running.

The slight shaking and vibration were also transmitted to me through the fulcrum behind me.

When I was completely immersed in everything shown in the simulation cabin, the experience was actually quite real.

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

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

Bai'er pushed the gear, and the power began to increase.

While preparing to swing his legs, Bai'er also input the command for his arms to follow in advance.

Balance, center of gravity... are more obvious when driving a mecha than when you feel your human body.

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

When I realized the ability of the process to happen slowly but without any change, I only felt a heavy sense of powerlessness in 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 feeling of loss of control caused by a slight flaw in coordination.

Recalling all the problems he encountered during the practice just now, Bai'er's hands turned into shadows, and the buttons and push rods of the mechanical structure rang in front of him...

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

Brandon was diligently inspecting the coordination training between each group of pilots.

Everyone's progress was different. Some old groups were originally reserve pilots left over from the previous batch, and their operating habits or personalities were not suitable for leading newcomers, so they kept the original combination training.

They were almost the new regular pilots appointed internally.

Moreover, the training time was very long, and they were familiar with the instructors, so they spoke more casually.

Brandon remembered the outrageous scene just now and shook his head, "Don't target him if you have nothing to do. This is a talent specially recruited by Commander Hamilton himself."

"Talent?" The training soldier sneered. Is there not enough talent in this world?

His identity as a cyborg meant that he would not be valued here. This has been the invisible iron rule of the armored battalion for so long.

"Instructor, we are not targeting him deliberately. It's just that you see who among the brothers is willing to be brothers with a cyborg? He might go crazy and stab us in the back one day."

"Discrimination" against cyborgs naturally needs to be supported by facts. Those cases of cyborgs that have gone out of control and mutated are the most popular arguments here.

There is not even a person willing to cooperate. It is impossible to ask the instructor to practice with him or even go to the battlefield together in the future, right?

Becoming a regular pilot is not about a soldier himself, but a group of two soldiers.

No matter how talented, strong, and famous he is in other places, he is not good in the armored battalion.

In this case, that guy will definitely not be able to become a regular pilot. In the end, he will probably become a member of the tank and rocket crew like other cyborg soldiers who come to the armored battalion.

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

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

It records the results of each group of soldiers' practice. "How did that boy perform just now?"

"Very good." The instructor said truthfully, and hoped that these little guys under his command could cooperate with the commander's will a little. "So I said you don't mess with him. Commander Hamilton attaches great importance to him. Maybe he will transfer someone from other places to cooperate with him later."

Since these people are unwilling to cooperate, then find someone who is willing to cooperate.

This is the only solution he can think of.

Anyway, they are all newcomers, and it's not bad to develop a tacit understanding of cooperation from the beginning.

Whether they will do so depends on whether the commander attaches enough importance to him.

"Oh~"

The soldier who spoke responded perfunctorily, and at the same time glanced at the information he wanted to see.

Group 2, the current evaluation is "excellent" and the comprehensive 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 correct 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 complex 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 computer 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 training.

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 was a major flaw 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 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 enough, going to the battlefield will just be a waste of city resources. The final selection is not It's up to me."

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

…

"I'm not used to it..." Bai E said with a bitter look on his face, "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.