Counterfeit Hero

How much hand speed is required to maximize the performance of a mecha?

Nobody knows.

Because modern technology has developed machinery to a considerable height. At this altitude, the performance of the mecha is almost unlimited! Even with a hand speed of two hundred movements per second, no one dares to say that the mecha's performance has been fully utilized.

Just like the racing cars in the ancient earth era, the designed speed is always a little faster than the speed that humans can exert. No one can claim to be able to drive a car to the extreme limits of its design speed in a single race.

You know, the technological level at that time had already allowed humans to fly in the sky at several times the speed of supersonic speed. If you think about it, the speed of the racing car can make people afraid to even sit in it!

In addition to terrain restrictions, human reaction and control also limit the speed of cars on the racing track. It was not until later, with the advent of the era of genetic modification and optimization, as well as the emergence of flying cars that solved problems such as centrifugal force, tires and airflow, that humans became addicted to cornering for thousands of kilometers.

The same goes for the design of mechas, their strength and speed. To a large extent, it all depends on the user's ultimate hand speed rather than the mecha. All along, it was the operator himself that restricted the performance of the mecha. No matter how good the mecha designer's idea is, if the operator's hand speed cannot meet the requirements, these functions will be useless.

There is a saying that “technology is people-oriented.”

Mecha evolved over thousands of years. In fact, technology and human control develop in a compromise with each other.

How to use the existing hand speed to execute more commands, how to simplify the control, and how to make the mecha more combat effective, this is the direction of mecha research.

With the level of modern technology, the performance of mechas has finally reached a watershed after the control has been simplified to the extreme. This is the difference between forty movements per second and fifty movements per second!

If we say that a hand speed of forty to forty-five movements per second can bring out fifty percent of the mecha's performance. Then, at fifty movements per second, the mecha's performance can be maximized to 90%!

This watershed is not caused by mechas naturally, but by the limit of human hand speed! Because, when the control is streamlined to the limit, the designer bases it on. They are all the highest hand speeds. Only by using these hand speeds as a reference can they design the best products. With every additional hand speed, the performance of the mecha will be improved!

And those mechas designed with a maximum hand speed of thirty to forty movements per second can only meet the basic control of the mecha, just like ancient cars, without turbocharging, no high-horsepower engines, and no special tires. There are no professional suspension and shock absorption systems.

It's not that I'm unwilling to assemble or that I can't assemble, it's just that. For some people with poor skills, even if they have these. It's just a decoration. He doesn't have the ability to bring out the power of these devices.

Every mecha warrior knows that there is a huge difference between an eighth-level warrior and a ninth-level warrior. There are tens of thousands of mecha warriors in the universe who can reach the limit of forty-five movements per second, but there are no more than eighty level nine warriors in the universe who can truly break through fifty movements.

Even if non-military civilian mecha masters are included, the number does not exceed two hundred!

When the hand speed exceeds fifty movements per second, the power of the mecha explodes. It can't be described as an increase in combat effectiveness by dozens of percent. It is a state that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Such a mecha warrior. No matter which country they are in, they are all national treasures. They have everything the military can give that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, including rights, mechas and treatment.

"Whoop whoosh!"

The fat man just kept his head down and ran away with all his strength. Although it was strange why Reinhard didn't catch up, his mind was already occupied by the idea of ​​leaving this ghost place as soon as possible.

After Fatty's hand speed reached fifty-six movements per second, [Logic]'s action posture changed very strangely. In the jungle, this tattered [Warcraft] ran all the way in a rather ugly or even extremely ugly posture. No matter whether he is running, jumping or prancing around, he looks ugly and looks awkward no matter how he looks.

But unfortunately, this [Warcraft] has an ugly and shabby posture, :). Jie! Where it whizzed past, there was no other movement except the dead leaves rolled up by a strong wind and the treetops fluttering in the distance.

As if it were a gust of wind itself.

No matter how dense the woods are or how rugged the terrain is, it has no effect at all on this blasphemous and beautiful mecha. The uglier and more disgusting its movements are, the faster it goes. It changes directions at high speed, rolls and jumps, passing over all obstacles in front of it. No matter how narrow the forest is, it will not knock off a leaf. Astonishingly fast and abnormally agile!

"Fat man!" The little kid jumped onto the fat man's shoulders with great difficulty: "Hey, fat man!"

"What are you doing?" The fat man didn't even look back. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you see, Fatty, that I am running for my life? If you fart, hurry up!"

"We..." the little kid's voice was still trembling: "We seem to have gotten rid of him!"

"Whoosh!" A Gacharin fighter plane passed by in the sky outside the gap in the canyon above [Logic]'s head. The fat man shivered and ducked close to the cliff wall, not daring to move. He was so excited with surprise and joy that he waited. His mind slowly calmed down, and then he took a look at the Skynet radar on the mecha computer.

More than 20 kilometers away, the [Apollo] u. was speeding toward the northwest at high speed without hesitation, with no intention of looking back. Although that direction was where the main force of the bandits and Bonnie escaped, that was already three days ago!

The fat man breathed a long sigh of relief, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and murmured: "I didn't dream?"

The little kid watched [Apollo] leave. After a long time, he finally danced and said happily: "Haha, it's true, we really escaped. We didn't dream!"

"Fart!... I... kiss you!"

The fat man's lewd voice came to the little kid's ears, which made it tremble. It looked in shock, only to see that the fat man was already asleep, talking in his sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept at this time. Tian Xingjian was in a state of confusion. He only felt a heat from the inside out, which warmed his whole body. His body seemed to be much lighter, and he felt as if he was sitting on a cloud, with a slight numbness. The seven meridians and eight meridians throughout the body feel extremely comfortable. .

It was just comfortable in the dream, but this bitch closed her eyes, tightening them for a while and then relaxing.

He breathed out and moaned, the sound was melodious and lustful, and he could only hear the little brat kicking this wretched bastard out.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and I actually slept through the night. After a long while, he came to his senses, and the fat man suddenly realized that he was already dirty and smelly. He had been running for three consecutive days and was sweating profusely in his sleep. The smell in the cabin was naturally very long.

"***!" The fat man touched his face with self-pity. While stripping himself naked, he patted the little kid who was watching Skynet and asked, "Help me take a look, is it?" Didn’t you lose weight?”

After waiting for a long time, seeing the little kid continuing to monitor Skynet with a stinking look on his face, the fat man chuckled and opened the hatch of the mecha. A burst of fresh air rushed in, which cheered up the naked fat insect.

"How's it going? Where is our team?" After breathing in the fresh air, Fatty jumped out of the mecha, ran naked for more than ten meters, and jumped into the river on the other side of the canyon, pouring clear and cold river water on his body. While trembling, he screamed "Uh-huh".

The little kid called up a few satellite photos of the location and said to the fat man: "They have arrived at the designated location, less than fifty kilometers away from the Tedanic Logistics Base in a straight line, and are lurking. In addition, the Freedom Front has also regrouped. They A mecha battalion has joined our troops..."

Tedanich Logistics Base is Gacharin's largest base, only two hundred kilometers away from Tanvir. This logistics base has two individual mechas and one medium mecha maintenance and parts assembly line. It was once the key target of the Freedom Front to infiltrate and prepare for attack, and all the information was in Fatty's mind.

The information even includes four practical action plans.

Now, successfully launching an attack on this base has become an important condition for the bandits to survive in Gacharin and for the Freedom Front to regain its combat effectiveness.

In Fatty's plan, by plundering this base under Reinhardt's control, he could not only obtain necessary supplies and mecha accessories that were currently in short supply for the bandits, but he could even obtain a considerable number of complete mechas and weapons.

Once the robbery is successful. The bandits will turn to break into the Tanvir war zone where the situation is complicated.

As long as they get there, whether it is Stephen, who has a secret agreement with the LeRay Federation, or Gordon, who lacks allies and combat power, there is a possibility of cooperating with the bandits.

As long as a certain amount of power is integrated and the freedom front is allowed space and time to develop, Fatty's mission will be completed, and the biggest benefit of getting there is. He might be able to get a medium-sized transport ship or even a battleship and leave this dangerous planet completely!

"But..." The little kid hesitated.

"Nothing but what?" The fat man, his naked and white body rolling in the water, asked in a voice that changed his tone because of the cold.

"However, you'd better care about that woman..." The little kid sighed: "If you don't rush over, she probably won't have the chance to help you breed offspring..."

"Help!" The fat man wailed and threw himself into the water, causing a splash. When he heard the news, he felt that he was about to collapse: "In three days, that stupid woman didn't run away?"

The little boy said: "There is something wrong with the mecha. Now, she is moving forward on foot. The strange thing is that the guy who is chasing you has transferred the soldiers who found the mecha. He is searching nearby by himself, even with the medium-sized The transport ship’s bio-radar is useless, it all depends on the mecha’s thermal energy scanning, I don’t know why!”

The little kid's question couldn't be simpler for Fatty. He knew very well that Reinhardt would not allow anyone in the Mythical Legion to see a living Bonnie. Given Bonnie's status and importance in the Mythical Legion, every word she said about the truth about the coup. They will bring the Mythical Legion into division!

There were many actions that the mythical warriors personally participated in, and James also declared Reinhardt a traitor. If Reinhardt had a way to cover up all of this, then, with his childhood sweetheart, the number two figure in the legion Bonnie's words will become the most unquestionable evidence!

Especially, what Bonnie said without any external interference or threat could not help but be disbelieved by the mythical warrior.

"What should I do?" The fat man walked to [Logic] naked and dejectedly. While opening the supply box, he took out a combat uniform and put it on his body, while thinking rapidly in his mind: "Melancholy, I can do these two Sanshou and [Logic] on my own. ] In the current situation, I have to go back to find Reinhardt, and it is destined to be the ending of a meat bun beating a dog. However, no matter what, I have to explain the problem of the second child's offending style. It would be unreasonable to run away like this. man!"

The fat man got into the cabin silently, and the scene where he and An Lei met the gangsters when they were children appeared before him again. Such a thing would never be allowed to happen to him again. Even if you have to turn around and face that terrifying [Apollo] again!

Sighing with extreme melancholy, the fat man then thought again. After resting for such a long time, his energy had finally recovered. If he just saved people and ran away, there would still be a glimmer of hope!

After making up his mind, he closed the cabin, started the mecha, and started routine inspections. After the energy was replenished before the last battle, there was still more than half of it, and the mecha still had 80% of its functions. Most importantly, the transformation function is still there!

This may be my greatest strength!

After scanning the detection data of the mecha computer line by line, Fatty suddenly froze. He looked at the hand speed statistics that he rarely looked at and was confused for a while: "3250! ~|Is this question just dazzled by me?" He pushed the little kid and murmured: "Hit me, I'm dreaming! "

"Pah!" The little kid didn't hesitate and slapped the fat man on the face happily. This little bitch would never let go of such an opportunity! The fat man gasped in pain and cursed: "***! Do you dare to hit me?"

The little kid said timidly: "You asked me to beat you!"

The fat man said angrily: "Fart, when did I ask you to hit him?" He cursed in his mouth, his eyes were still staring at the magical data, but his hand did not suffer at all, and he slapped the little kid to the ground with his backhand. , then put his hands in front of his eyes, and said in disbelief: "Did I have an orgasm and become surging?"