When the Federal military operated the M-series mecha, they had always strictly adhered to military mecha operating regulations. This was because the cruel reality of the battlefield had long proven that any tactical maneuvers that went beyond the regulations could only become a flashy dance of death in battle. Military mecha were tall and heavy metal existences. They resembled humans, but could not be real humans. To control this giant battle machine through those complicated circuitry components, those cumbersome regulations were precisely the most efficient method.
In the command hall, the head of the First Academy's Mobility Department stared blankly at the screen. This was because he knew very well that from the high speed start of the Purple Sea mecha to the unbelievable hand speed of the little white flower mecha, whether it was the way it moved or the combat techniques, the mecha operating methods of the two pilots were completely different from what he had been taught for decades.
Twin engines, four times the power, and unprecedented mobility made the new MX mecha a brand new existence. He had already thought beforehand that the operation of the new mecha would definitely change, but he had not expected that it would require a brand new operating method to be able to unleash the power of this new mecha.
War God Li Pifu had once single-handedly killed his way into enemy lines, using an old M-series mecha to kill the Emperor of the Empire, and then retreated bathed in blood. In fact, many people in the military knew that the War God's mecha operating methods were definitely different from those of the so-called ace pilots. However, this method could not be learned, and it could not be used on the old M-series mecha.
Until today, when the new mecha battled, a brand new world appeared before everyone's eyes. The people in the command hall vaguely caught something, but it was not clear enough. Only the head of the Mobility Department had thought of this point first. From now on, the Federal military would have to train a new batch of pilots. A revolutionary mecha would require revolutionary operating methods …
The fact that the white mecha from Nutshell Company had actually survived a fierce attack from the Purple Sea mecha shocked everyone in the command hall. Everyone felt a trace of admiration for the pilot in the white mecha.
Shang Qiu looked at the white mecha on the screen in confusion. Suddenly, she felt that this incomparably familiar MX mecha had actually become somewhat unfamiliar. She knew that it should be Zhou Yu inside the mecha, but the problem was that she had worked with Zhou Yu for a long time. She knew very well that this gentle and elegant man's mecha operating style was definitely not this silent.
Yes, silent was used to describe his style. It meant that he was so calm that he did not care about anything.
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At the foot of Old Moon Kaki Mountain Range, there was a cloud of dust. Two MX mecha were fighting at high speed. The speed of the mecha was so fast that it was hard to see clearly in the cloud of dust. In the vacuum environment, it was quiet, and there were no sounds of collisions. Only the occasional sparks and tremors of the earth could be heard.
The three fingers on Xu Le's left hand quickly pressed on the accelerator button, feeling the intense vibrations of the mecha. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the screen in his helmet, continuously controlling the mecha through the touchscreen input and simulation system, dodging wave after wave of attacks from the purple sea, each stronger than the last.
Only after direct contact did he realize how terrifying the purple sea mecha that Madman Li was piloting was. The mobility of the new dual-engine mecha had been pushed to the limit by that person. From the moment they met, the other had not given him any chance to catch his breath. His alloy fists were laced with a heroic aura, smashing through every weak spot of his mecha from tricky paths. If he had not performed above his usual standards at the very beginning, the little white flower mecha would probably have long been struck down by the purple sea, only to be humiliated by the other.
The battle between the two new mecha was in reality no longer the mecha battle mode of the past. Instead, it was more like a close combat battle between military experts. It was also like those jianghu disciples wielding large swords in the dark of the night, filled with a bloody and direct style. The problem was that the purple sea piloted by Madman Li was perfectly displaying the speed of the new mecha. Using standard and perfect tactical movements, he made absolutely non-standard continuous attacks, striking out with the force of a great river, surging without rest …
Clean and efficient, open and closed, incomparably heroic, its domineering aura filled with a crazed air. Faced with such a terrifying purple mecha, the white mecha at the foot of the mountain was completely at a disadvantage after luckily escaping the first wave of attacks. There was no room for retaliation at all.
He was no match for Madman Li. At this moment, Xu Le recalled what Bai Yulan had once said to him in the underground base. If you encounter Madman Li in a mecha, you had best avoid him as soon as possible.
In the past, he had not understood this saying very well, but at this moment, watching the purple mecha's intimidating and oppressive attacks under the illumination of the screen, he finally understood more.
— — This sixteen-year-old lieutenant colonel of the Federation seemed to be a person born for mecha combat, and the new dual-engine mecha seemed to be a combat tool designed for people like him.
In just two days and two nights, Madman Li had already become one with that purple mecha. His control was perfect, clean and swift. He dodged and weaved in and out of the way like a gust of wind, making people feel suffocated.
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The alloy fist scraped across the surface of the mecha, leaving a deep gash. The sharp armour-piercing blade extended from the spherical joint and slashed towards the left side of the white mecha, where the central control chip was located. The white mecha twisted its body forcefully in this desperate situation, its two thick mechanical legs moving in standard steps as it retreated backwards.
Sparks sprang up on the surface of the mecha, and then were quickly extinguished in the oxygen-free environment like a string of shooting stars. The close-range weapons of the mecha blocked each other, and from time to time, terrible cracks appeared on the hard alloy surface.
From the looks of it, the Purple Sea mecha had already gained an overwhelming advantage. However, what was strange was that every time the Purple Sea mecha was about to hit a vital point, the white mecha seemed to be able to predict where the Purple Sea mecha's next attack would come from and dodge in advance.
From the start of the battle until now, it had actually only been less than 30 seconds, but the Purple Sea mecha had already completed countless dazzling non-standard mecha combat moves, causing great damage to the white mecha's body. However, the white mecha had still not been knocked down. Whether it was the people watching the battle in the command hall or the aloof Li Feng controlling the Purple Sea mecha himself, all of them felt a sliver of doubt towards this situation.
Who was the pilot of the Nutshell mecha? How was he able to withstand the violent and high-speed attacks of the descendant of the Fei City God of War under such circumstances?
The exterior of the Little White Flower mecha was full of scars, and occasionally, black liquid would spurt out. It looked like it was in a mess, but it did not suffer any fatal attacks. It fought and retreated at the foot of Kaqi Mountain, and it seemed to be able to keep up with the operating speed of the Purple Sea mecha. The data sent back to the command hall also proved this point. Although the hand speed of the pilot could not reach the explosive speed at the very beginning, it was still amazingly fast.
However, if the battle continued like this, the mecha that was swaying like a white flower under the barren hills of Old Moon would not be able to hold on for long. Defeat seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
The people in the Old Moon base and the command hall could not hear anything, but they could see these shocking scenes. The two young people who were in the mecha could clearly feel every vibration of the mecha, and every damage.
Right then, all of Xu Le's mind and willpower were focused on operating the mecha. The scorching lines on his body raced at high speed, helping him to push the white mecha's speed to the maximum through the simulation system. Only then could he fully utilize the full power of the Little White Flower's twin engines. Even so, facing the wild attacks of the Purple Sea mecha, he still felt as if there was a huge wave crashing towards him, as if it could drown him at any time.
He did not know what level of hand speed the simulation system he was using was equivalent to among the Federation pilots. He also did not know that the white mecha he was controlling was not a standard action. He could only follow his own instincts to capture the traces of the Purple Sea mecha's violent and frightening attacks, controlling the white mecha to follow the 10 stances he was most familiar with.
In Section H1 of Li Hua University's library, he had conducted many level 6 mecha training exercises alone. Later on, he had also followed Bai Yulan to learn the standard Federal military tactical movements. But in this moment, in front of Madman Li's mecha, he had forgotten all of this. He had to forget. He could only follow the moves he was most familiar with, turning the Little White Flower's mecha into his own. Bent elbows, thrust knees, parry horizontally, advance.
Heroism against heroism. Plus, for some reason, Xu Le felt that the combat moves of the Purple Sea mecha were somewhat familiar. It was as if he had been born knowing where the opponent would attack from. That was why the white mecha he was controlling was able to hold on bitterly under the opponent's violent attacks. In this instant, he suddenly understood that if it had been anyone else, such as Bai Yulan or Zhou Yu, they would probably not have been able to cope under the terrifying attacks of Madman Li and the dual-engine mecha combined into one.
That Purple Sea mecha gave people the feeling that it was undefeatable. But Xu Le remained calm. He steadily and quickly entered the commands, adjusting the signals emitted by his body so that every move of the Little White Flower's mecha would become more accurate and powerful.
Uncle Feng Yu admired Xu Le's calmness the most. This admiration was even greater than his admiration for Xu Le's mechanical engineering talent. This young man, Xu Le, seemed to have been born with a rock. No matter what kind of difficult situation he was in, he would always maintain a clear train of thought.
The twin engines of the Purple Sea mecha provided great power. Under the Kaki Mountains, the mecha twisted its body abruptly and avoided the Little White Flower's block. In an instant, it had advanced behind Little White Flower and smashed its alloy fists towards the defenseless head of the mecha.
The head of the mecha was equipped with sophisticated information acquisition equipment, a fire control radar, and a balancing device. If it was subjected to such a violent attack, the moment these equipment failed, the outcome of the battle was obvious.
The Purple Sea mecha's twist and step had been so clean and efficient that there had been no sloppiness. Moreover, it had completely controlled the reaction of the white mecha at that moment. In terms of timing, the battle-hardened Madman Li in the cockpit of the Purple Sea was clearly of the highest standard in the Federal Army.
The situation had reached its most critical moment.
"This is the moment."
At the same time that the onboard computer gave the location warning signal, or even a few tenths of a second earlier, Xu Le had already made his move.
The white mecha's block action had not been completed. Three power units were simultaneously output, and the joint engine of the left mechanical leg was forcibly shut down. The hydraulic system completed a cold compression in an instant, and because of this extremely complex action, the entire mecha lurched to the left!
The Purple Sea mecha's fist brushed past the white mecha's head and smashed heavily into the left shoulder of the white mecha. The white mecha's shoulder armor instantly tilted up and splashed. The tremendous force of the impact caused the white mecha to fall to the left.
But it did not fall.
This was because the left arm of the white mech had already reacted in advance, supporting the heavily weathered surface of the moon. Using this tremendous force, the huge body of the white mech began to spin in the air. The heavy mechanical leg drew an arc in the air, then bounced back with incomparable speed, violently smashing into the head of the Purple Sea mech.
This was the first time since the start of the battle that Little White Flower had truly struck the vital point of the Purple Sea mecha.
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In the command hall, the head of the Maneuver Department of No.1 Hospital had just sat down with a complicated expression when he saw this scene on the huge holographic screen. He stood up abruptly and stared in disbelief at the action of Little White Flower's mecha on the holographic screen.
Mechanical arm propped up on the ground, mechanical leg rebounded and struck directly at the vital point of the opponent's mecha. Was this something that a mecha could do? This was more like the close combat techniques of the strong people in the body cultivation halls!
The pilots of the Federal military might have done this kind of action on a normal day, but in a real mecha battle, which mecha would dare to do this kind of action in an extremely short period of time? Only the super power of the twin engines could ensure that a heavy mecha could carry out such a nimble attack?
The head of the department stared in shock at the white mecha's sharp attack in mid-air on the holographic screen. Before he had time to sigh with emotion, he found that today's battle between the new mecha had once again given him a shock in terms of concept.
At the same time that Little White Flower's flying kick struck the Purple Sea's head, the Purple Sea mecha's twin engines activated at full speed and actually reacted at the same time. There was no time to retract the alloy fist that had struck out, but the Purple Sea mecha's mechanical leg bent at the same time. Relying on the power provided by the jet stream, it slid through the air, and the hard joints of the mechanical leg struck the white mecha's abdomen viciously!
The Purple Sea mecha charged forward violently, and the white mecha kicked back sharply. The moment the two sides came into contact, a huge force was unleashed at the same time, and both sides were sent flying back more than 20 metres. The heavily weathered surface of the moon was thrown into a cloud of dust by this attack, and it did not settle for a long time.
The upper half of the Purple Sea mecha was severely damaged, and there was a terrible crack. Not far away, the white mecha was even more damaged. The outer armor structure of its abdomen was clearly deformed.
The two mecha stood tens of metres apart, and in the middle of the moon's surface, the deep imprint of a mechanical palm was very obvious.
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