Legend of Infinite Mecha

The battlefield without light beams and electromagnetic interference is so unpretentious and boring——

This is relatively speaking.

Strictly speaking, this is not Liu Ling's scope of power as Code—that is, this is not a strict warfare world.

As a result and performance, no matter whether the tank or the mobile suit, there is no dominant position here, and the air is still occupied by the fighters.

With the assistance of fighters, it could be said that the battlefield with no bullets flying by, only ear-splitting explosions and vibrations became more and more abundant.

but. This is not necessarily a good thing for Liu Ling.

——Because he is hiding, but the fighters don't know he is here.

——Look, so it is necessary to have a reliable active stealth device.

On the one hand, there is always the risk of being hit by the sky. On the other hand, the battle of positions that lasted for a few hours was obviously not in line with Liu Ling's temperament. As time passed about two hours, that is, near noon, our young and energetic protagonist who was about to make mistakes couldn't bear it.

The ammunition has been replenished many times without knowing it, and the magazine at the waist has also been exchanged several times between the Republic standard magazine and the special magazine for the self-machined rifle.

Even so, it was compared to tanks that were pouring on missiles and missiles, and holding rifles. With the firing frequency of Thunder Angel—that is, the speed at which ammunition is consumed—it is indeed a fact that the supply is not very frequent.

Of course, look at Uncle Lonnie, they have Gatling in one hand, but slowly a large box of ammunition on the other side. That kind of guy's replenishment frequency is lower.

After finally sending a hapless egg to heaven, Liu Ling once again temporarily ran out of bullets in his gun.

"Quit it, go back and supply it." Liu Ling only felt a little physically and mentally exhausted by surprise.

It's not that the body or the spirit can't support such a battle-after all, he has even participated in a battle of greater intensity and duration. The situation at this time, on the contrary, is somewhat similar to a newcomer who just learned to ride a bicycle. He can obviously ride a long distance, but because he is not used to it, he unconsciously exhausts his arms to control the handlebars. As a result, his body and legs are not tired, but he feels The arm and the head that controls the arm can't hold up this feeling for the first time.

In the final analysis, in a sense, the battlefield of this world can be regarded as bringing out all the elements that Liu Ling can't stand. If it weren't for everything to play here, he would even start to wonder if anyone wanted to target him.

Entering the "small rear" for replenishment and rest, Lei Angel began to undergo inspections and repairs, and at the same time refilled ammunition, and Liu Ling finally had some time to get rid of the front battlefield.

Speaking of relaxation. For the two Liu Ling who had used the non-inertia cockpit from the Century System, the biggest thing is to relax their heads and hold the fingers of the joystick for a long time. This kind of fatigue is similar to drawing a drawing while holding a mouse for more than ten or even dozens of hours, because both the cause and the result are the same.

Whether holding a mouse or holding a joystick, the common feature is that one thing needs to be held tightly, and the actual range of finger movement is quite limited.

Although this design improves the efficiency of controlling the body in terms of efficiency, and reduces the time difference between the driver's "want to make an action" and "the body performs an action", but the long-term basically maintains an action to control the body. The pressure is definitely more serious than it sounds.

Although compared to many airframes that only tighten the fingers to "press" the buttons, the improved joystick inspired by the Flying Wing Zero prototype and the EVA cockpit also has a button that extends the finger to "push", which expands the fingers. However, for the hand that basically maintains the action of "holding the joystick", the degree of fatigue is not so great.

Forcibly pulling the stiff fingers with the palm of the hand, as the muscles move, you can clearly feel that the fatigue that was originally only in the front and back of the joints suddenly becomes pain in the entire muscles.

"Ah, it hurts..." Liu Ling yelled involuntarily while forcibly moving his fingers.

In a sense, this kind of problem may be less common for drivers who use motion capture.

"Liu Ling, I'm not used to the frontal war here." Xuefeng still saw the key to Liu Ling's sudden appearance at a glance, as always.

For the first time, tasks such as fixed attitude and full-band passive stealth are centralized and controlled. The most uncomfortable thing Xuefeng felt now was his head.

After having the body, she always naturally delegated many calculation tasks to the body's head instead of the computer array hidden in the body. Although this actually reduces the load on the airborne computer and improves the performance of the airframe system, if the scene becomes so many missiles and the like, it will be natural to analyze all units by default. I feel my head swells and hurts again.

"Xiaoxue..." Liu Ling said to such a snow breeze. With a wry smile, he couldn't speak.

In the end, she could only gently stroke her head with the palm of her newly regained flexibility.

——You don’t need to force yourself so hard.

The feelings of the two people can be easily communicated to each other even without words.

Xuefeng squinted like a cat being sucked.

In between the two men's tenderness, a chariot drove into the rear.

It is a familiar model—or, like Thunder Angel, a rather special model in the Republic’s camp.

The cockpit opened, and the girl with red hair took the lift to the ground and walked towards the rest area.

Until people get closer. Liu Lingcai noticed that the incoming person seemed to be quite familiar to him.

He raised his head and saw, he was the captain of his own.

"Yo, yo!"

Liu Ling and Nanali seemed to be found out after doing bad things. They separated quickly like an electric shock, and then greeted the visitor with a trace of embarrassment.

"Sister Yanxin also changed to rest?"

Taking off the driving VR glasses, Yan Xin sat beside Xuefeng.

"Frontal battlefield. Are you used to it?"

While asking like this, he seemed to be doing muscle-relaxing movements with a sense of professionalism, but on the contrary, it gave Liu Ling the illusion of returning to high school physical education.

——No, it’s definitely not a high school physical education class. In high school, I don’t have a good time to teach something. I was accidentally taken to exams and self-study. It must be a junior high school physical education class.

"Ah, this..." Liu Ling only felt that the room leaked during the night rain, and smiled more embarrassedly, "To be honest, it's quite different from my accustomed style of play..."

——Although it doesn't mean that one person rushing to seven in and seven out is his accustomed style of play.

"According to Alice's prediction, within two hours, the flanking battlefield will also be in contact."

Inadvertently, Yan Xin revealed important news.

"Speaking of which. Alice, this person always feels like being on my guard..." Liu Ling shrank her neck and said.

In this frontal battle, she no longer saw her shadow. On the contrary, after a few shots, Liu Ling could clearly feel the shadow of Yanxin.

"...I don't know." Yan Xin said that she knew nothing.

"Within two hours..." Xuefeng muttered to herself while chewing on the text.

"Is there any problem?" Yan Xin turned her head to ask.

"No..." Xuefeng seemed to be still thinking. The answer was vague, and I don't know the final result.

"Ok……"

Liu Ling tried to think about this question.

"Well, forget it."

He said that he is not a professional and does not understand this kind of stuff very well.

Although Xuefeng said so, there is no reason to feel a strange sense of disconnection in his heart, but for its specific meaning...

Now the main task of Thunder Angel is to participate in the frontal battlefield as an ace machine, instead of wasting combat power to go around in various places. I believe that there will be professionals in the army to solve the matter of understanding the truth and significance of this sense of disconnection.

"In that case, let's be prepared before we get on the court."

Liu Ling gave up thinking.

"Speaking of which."

Yan Xin pointed to Liu Ling's half of the shield still hanging on his arm.

"Keep on carrying this stuff. Although only half is left, it's a shield anyway."

"Huh?" Liu Ling was shocked, "I just thought about whether to throw it here..."

——Anyway, the repair can't be done well, and it will be shot when it hits the beam or the electromagnetic rifle——

Ok?

There seems to be no beam here?

Yes, although it is made according to the level of consumables, it is also a product of Gundam Nim alloy. It is not impossible to hit a shot at a critical moment...

Ah, the more you think like this, the more unpleasant premonitions increase.

"Ok."

Liu Ling gave up thinking again.

He suspected, and after thinking about it, he was afraid that he would be full of Flags.