Chapter 596: The 'Monster' Newcomer in the Training Ground
"Still no news." Tilan sat on the bed in the single dormitory, looking at the light blue projection screen in front of her.
Turning off the screen, she lay on the bed, thinking about the changes in the past two weeks.
First of all, she had a full understanding of military life. Perhaps in order to show the discipline and strength of the soldiers, the reports in the news media were relatively one-sided, and rarely showed the atmosphere of life. But after getting along with them for this period of time, although they were strict during training, they were similar to ordinary people during the rest time. They would chat and laugh, some liked to play games, some liked to eat delicious food, and so on.
Think about it carefully. If you keep the high-pressure and tense environment, let alone whether people will become mentally ill, accidents are very likely to happen in such a high-pressure environment, such as the ancient camp roar and mutiny.
The recruit training is over. Tonight she just transferred to the single dormitory of the actual combat camp. Tomorrow she will officially board the mecha. She is a little bit looking forward to it. After all, she is still very young and curious about many things she has never touched.
A good night's sleep, the next morning.
In the hall of the combat camp, Tilan and several newly arrived pilots stood straight and reported in according to the instructor's name.
"Very good, everyone is here." The instructor looked about 50 years old, but his actual age might be older. He was an elite pilot who had retired to the second line.
He swept his eyes over the 20 people in front of him and slowly walked past each of them.
"Since you can stand here, you have all passed a strict review and were identified as talented and qualified people, but it is not enough to have talent on the battlefield. Any lack of experience and poor thinking will lead to regretful failures."
"My duty is to fully pass on the experience accumulated by these pioneers to you."
"This process is sacred and awe-inspiring. I don't want any of you to laugh or show contempt when I talk about these things. If you have any doubts, please raise your hands and ask loudly, instead of whispering below." "
Yes!"
"Now, follow me." After that, the instructor took everyone to a small classroom in the combat camp and began to teach the preparations before driving the mecha.
"The first is to check your own status, and the second is to check the status of the mecha. The latter will be a long familiarization process
. I will not talk about it today, and only talk about the first part." "Lack of sleep, insufficient nutrition, and unfamiliarity with the driving suit, many seemingly small details will distract attention in a highly tense battle. Such interference factors should be avoided as much as possible."
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After receiving the first part of the teaching, it was already noon, followed by a 40-minute meal break.
Sitting in the restaurant, the new pilots who participated in the training gathered together, and soon Tilan was asked about her name and situation.
"What? You actually joined the army halfway and directly entered the actual combat camp of elite pilots. Isn't there any relationship?" Many people came here after strict training and elimination at the military academy, so they were naturally very dissatisfied.
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"She is so beautiful, it's not because she fascinated some big shot that she was sent here. After all, the treatment of driving a mecha is the best among individual soldiers."
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Tilan had long been mentally prepared for these rumors. She just lowered her head and ate silently. Maggie on the side couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to defend her.
"What right do you guys have to say that about Hecate? She is just gifted. Besides, if it is really for the pursuit of treatment and enjoyment, who would come to the military camp? With her figure and appearance, she can be a small star without much comfort. If you have the ability, drive the training machine and practice with me in the afternoon. If you can't beat me, don't talk nonsense."
"Come on, you female gorilla." This sentence made Maggie angry. She almost rushed over to fight. Fortunately, the newcomers on the scene came to persuade her to stop, and the matter was settled.
Fighting on the first day is not good. Even if it is not you, but someone of the same period who did it, it will affect your reputation. Everyone wants to be assigned to a good mecha team in the future.
In the afternoon, the outdoor training ground of the actual combat camp.
This place is located outside the base, surrounded by barren ore surfaces, and there are many potholes everywhere, which should be caused by shooting and fighting during training in the past.
Under the attention of the instructors and a group of students, the newcomers boarded the mechas one by one and began to adapt to the driving environment. Because most of them are military academy students, they can be said to be familiar with it. Only Tilan is the first time.
"You are Hecate, right? Your situation is special. Let's go to the simulation cabin here first." The instructor looked at the girl who looked a little quiet and weak, and asked her to sit in the simulation cockpit first.
"Haha, as expected, you have to go into the simulation cabin first. I said who would dare to let her enter the mecha for the first time? What if she goes crazy and cries and screams?"
In response, Tilan just nodded in agreement, and then calmly sat in the white simulation cabin, then put on the helmet and leaned back in the seat. Soon, the mechanical synthesized sound of AI sounded.
[Detect the driver entering, whether to start the simulation cockpit, yes/no]
[Yes]
[Start to fix the driver, please relax and lean back on the chair]
After that, the seat began to adjust automatically, and the fixing devices extended from Tilan's waist, shoulders, and thighs. Then, mechanical arms similar to armrests were extended on both sides to support the girl's arms and fix her wrists, so that she could move her arms and drive the mechanical armrests on the side of her body, without shaking her arms during high-speed movement and turning.
[Neural connection device activated, please pay attention to your own feelings, gradually synchronize neural signals]
The interface on the back of the chair is connected to the driving suit, and then the signal begins to transmit. Tilan only feels a faint coolness and a little electric current tingling in the spine of the driving suit. After that, according to the instructions, she slowly adapts herself to the new neural signal and lets the perception slowly extend along the spine. Then she feels as if she has an extra part of her body.
[Detecting neural synchronization status...]
[Neural synchronization rate 96%, no abnormal reaction, evaluation: extremely excellent]
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Ten minutes later, the simulated driving ended, and Tilan walked out of the cabin.
At this time, the trainees in the training ground looked at her in shock, as if they were looking at some strange creature. Some people even opened their mouths and whispered, "How is this possible? Is she still a human?"
Although the instructor was also surprised, he still maintained his calm expression.
"How do you feel now? Do you feel nauseous, tired, dizzy or other discomfort?"
Tilan tilted her head and thought for a while, "It seems not."
"Really?" The instructor confirmed again.
"This..." Tilan was still very confident at first, but seeing that everyone felt that she should be a little uncomfortable, she also became a little suspicious.
"It shouldn't be." She pressed her fingers lightly between her eyebrows and closed her eyes to check herself. Everything was normal.
"It is indeed normal."
"In that case, you will start to study in the training machine like everyone else today."
Without asking everyone why they were surprised, Tilan boarded the training machine on the side of the hall again and started it.
Unlike the previous simulation cabin, the neural signals connected this time fed back a more real "body", and then the inner wall of the spherical cockpit began to display the surrounding environment, as if she was not sitting in the cockpit, but sitting in a transparent sphere, looking at the outside world.
With the prompt of the mechanical synthesized sound, Tilan began to let the mecha take the first step.
Well, it's a little shaky. Is the movement not right?
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Now I'm a little used to it, and my arms can move freely.
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After walking out of the tall warehouse, Tilan drove the mecha step by step to the outdoors. There was dry wind and sand outside. On the ground covered with brown rock soil, large mechas about 60 meters high walked out slowly, like giants.
Soon, these giants moved. Some of them began to try to speed up their pace, and then made various movements, rolling, sliding, spinning, kicking, etc.
The mecha driven by Tilan followed behind the crowd like a child who had just entered kindergarten. The movements were a little clumsy and very unfamiliar.
"But she adapted very quickly." The instructor standing on the high tower overlooked the situation below and communicated with his colleagues beside him.
"Is this child really driving a mecha for the first time? I don't see any record in her file." The technical officer on the side looked at the table projected in front of him.
"Yes, no wonder she was suddenly able to join the training class."
"This will be the seedling of an ace pilot. Such a high synchronization rate means that her reaction speed, acuity, and the degree of refinement of her movements are far superior to ordinary pilots."
"And she is also very strong and can adapt to the extremely high-power mecha power furnace."
Throughout the afternoon, the trainees were adapting to the operation of the training machine and gradually became proficient in it. After that, the instructor released the flight authority. Some trainees turned on the mecha jet power system and began to try more difficult movements. Even without any weapons, a 60-meter-high behemoth can easily penetrate hills and rocks and break steel buildings by its own mass. The raised fist, with the assistance of the acceleration device, brought up a strong wind that roared like thunder, breaking countless stones on the wasteland.
In the cockpit, Tilan sat back in the chair, her eyes slightly raised, scanning the data interface above her field of vision, gradually increasing the speed of the mecha, and began to run on the ground. At first, her posture was a little awkward, but as she continued to move, she slowly found the most suitable movement and amplitude for exerting force, and the operation of the mecha became easier and more flexible.
If ordinary people drive mechas like wearing thick fur gloves, then Tilan uses her fingers directly. She can clearly feel the surface of the objects she touches, and perceive the roughness, moisture, particles, etc. This allows her to drive mechas and stab the intended target with weapons without much training.
For most drivers, a synchronization rate of 40% is qualified. After a long period of training, they can operate mechas to use various weapons and react flexibly. When it reaches 60%, it is a top-level driver, who can perform various difficult and refined movements and greatly enhance the mecha's ability in close combat. Whether it is dodging, moving, or attacking, it is faster than ordinary people, forming a crushing advantage.
As for those with a synchronization rate of more than 70%, there have been few in history. The highest record currently existing in the Federation is the hero who drove the Flame Gun in the early Sixth Era. His neural synchronization rate reached 87%. This allowed him to faintly reach the threshold of Sequence 10 in the record after synchronizing and resonating with the Sequence 9 'God-like Machine' he was driving, and then he shot through the weak 'Black Sun' to complete the act of killing the gods.
Therefore, when the trainees saw Tilan's extremely abnormal synchronization rate data, they were in disbelief and thought she was some kind of "monster". Many people thought that there was something wrong with this data, which might be caused by the inaccurate simulation cockpit, but even so, it also showed that she had a special talent.
In the evening, the trainees who had finished training drove their respective mechas back to the warehouse, and Tilan also walked out of the cockpit. She held the helmet in one hand, jumped off the mecha lightly, stood on the extended air bridge and looked back.
The white training machine standing quietly did not have too many decorations. Tilan was not as long as a finger of the mecha standing in front. If the mecha was replaced by a real person, then Tilan would only be as big as the little finger of this giant.
If you stand at the foot of the mecha, you probably need to look up, look up, and look up again to barely see the head.
Thinking in your mind how such a huge mecha was made, Tilan returned to the training ground hall.
The instructor first taught and pointed out some omissions and deficiencies he saw in the afternoon, and then mentioned some driving tips, and finally announced the disbandment.
"Hecate, you stay."
"Okay." Tilan, who was about to go back to take a shower, stopped. She
and the instructor came to a corner of the training hall. The instructor asked her to sit down and then asked Tilan about her driving experience.
"Overall, I'm quite used to it. There's nothing too difficult to understand." After all, an afternoon is not long. Tilan is starting from scratch and hasn't been exposed to too difficult operations.
"If you don't feel uncomfortable, that's good." The instructor wanted to teach some techniques to strengthen the synchronization rate in a short time as in the past, but he stopped at the point of his mouth. It seems that his experience is not applicable to the extremely talented girl in front of him.
"If you don't understand, ask me again. Go back and rest today."
"Yes." Then Tilan bowed and saluted and returned to her dormitory.
Seeing the girl walking away, the technical officer who had talked to the instructor before came over again.
"I just extracted her driving information."
"And then." Seeing that there was no follow-up, the instructor was quite puzzled.
"No, someone has already blocked it in advance, and prompted me that I don't have enough authority to view it." The technical officer held the coffee and blew a breath slightly.
"I guess in two days, you will also be summoned for a talk and told not to spread the word about her specialness."
"It attracted the attention of the higher-ups so quickly." The instructor sighed.
"Perhaps they already knew it, otherwise they wouldn't have so abruptly sent someone with no driving experience to such a high-level training camp, and he joined the army halfway."
"There are many places in the Federation that can train mecha pilots, but the Eighth Fleet has the most test projects. Many new technologies, new weapons, and new mechas are tested and improved here."
"In fact, in theory, it is possible to build more powerful and advanced mechas, but such things are beyond the scope of what normal people can drive. Can you imagine the scene of driving a mecha in the center of a nuclear explosion? The energy output power has exceeded the range that an individual can bear."
"The energy and weapon power of large starships far exceed that of mechas, but because of their huge size and heaviness, it is difficult to make rich tactical changes. There is no need to think about dodging. They can only use barriers and armor to resist."
"The flexibility of the mecha makes it so that once it breaks into a very close distance with a large starship, the opponent will be helpless against it, just like the elephant facing the mouse in the game of chess."
"The ace pilot driving the top mecha has extremely high battlefield value. This is also the pinnacle of individual combat effectiveness achieved by extraordinary people in today's era."
"So I can imagine that this training ground will be bustling with activity soon." He drank the slightly cooled coffee.
"Of course." The instructor nodded slightly.
"I don't know how many factions are eyeing this ace seedling. If he can be recruited into their own army, it will be a great honor and face."
"Now is not a peaceful time. It can be predicted that the importance of the army will become greater and greater in the future. There may be a war to be fought. All forces are strengthening their influence in the army. Even I, an old man who is about to retire, have received invitations from several private security contracting companies to serve as an instructor and train talents after I retire." "
For us, it's also half good news." The technical officer put down the cup.
"After all, being valued is better than staying in the base for training all your life. In the past, those powerful soldiers were worried that they had no military merits to earn."
"Sometimes I am also very conflicted. I hope that what I have learned can be valued and put into practice in the war, but I am also afraid of the cruelty of war. I am unlucky and die in it before realizing my ambitions."
"The corruption of the Federation has gradually become apparent. I only hope that it can be reborn from the ashes again this time. Although it has its shortcomings, without the Federation, I am afraid that human civilization will fall into hundreds or thousands of years of internal strife."
"It's useless for you to talk about these problems. You have to look at those politicians, those singers who can truly influence and control the upper class, and see what they think." The instructor picked up the hat beside the table, put it on, and stood up to leave.
"I'm old, and teaching this group of students well is my last duty."
(End of this chapter)
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