First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 156
Chapter 156: Start of Race
The schedule here at the base was packed tight. Besides daytime mining and evening physical training, twelve hours of free time were scheduled every six days.
Only twelve hours. From 7 AM to 7 PM. Failure to return to the base on time was treated as a disciplinary violation. Staying out all night and getting caught meant direct expulsion and a permanent record.
This duel was scheduled for the rest period three days later.
They applied to the base for the right to use one hundred sensor devices, dividing all participants into Red and White teams.
The Red team included forty-one senior students and nine selected freshmen. The White team included Lu Mingyuan and forty-nine freshmen.
The number of freshmen who signed up actually far exceeded one hundred; almost everyone participated.
After all, there was no loss in participating, and they could witness the legendary elite seniors and receive relevant evaluations and guidance. More importantly, they were itching for action, already eagerly anticipating the start of the selection trials. So, using this opportunity to gauge the strength of their future opponents was also a good chance.
Due to the large number of participants, Lian Sheng had to continue the selection process.
First, the manually operated mech, Ji Ban and his Moshi, had to participate. His strength was evident to all, and everyone wanted to know if manual mechs were suitable for team combat.
Excluding those whose strength was unquestionable like Zhao Zhuoluo, and those with rare specializations like Fang Jianchen, there were still over a dozen spots left. After confirming the mech types, the final selection was decided by drawing lots.
Since entering the base for training, this was the first time they were too excited to sleep. The legendary incubator cradle of the Expeditionary Force was so mundane it made them question life.
After a period of settling in, they found they hadn't adapted to this dreadful monotony; instead, they found it hard to suppress their excitement. Indeed, tedious training, even when accustomed to it, remained unpleasant.
On the official match day, everyone rested well the night before, then went to the cafeteria for breakfast.
Shockingly, the usual morning routine of white steamed buns with milk, fried eggs, and vegetable salad had been replaced with high-calorie chocolate cake.
Such items were never supplied in the base's standard provisions; they must have been prepared specially.
Rarely getting to eat such a rich dessert, they felt their spirits soothed and were even more grateful for the organization of this match.
7:15 AM.
People walked into the training room one after another, discovering quite a few spectators. There were several instructors rarely seen usually, as well as soldiers stationed in the 36th District who also lived at the base but seldom interacted with them.
They wore military uniforms, sitting behind the transparent glass wall of the training room. Their lips moved up and down rapidly, speaking words unheard by the students.
Students who wanted to watch didn't dare compete with the instructors for the best viewing spots and could only stand behind them.
Lian Sheng rolled up her sleeves as she entered. Seeing the grand scene, she merely glanced around before entering a sensor pod to prepare.
Looks like it wasn't just the students who found it boring; the instructors were also idle enough to feel restless.
7:25 AM, all students had logged in.
A large screen appeared in the middle of the training room, displayed directly in front of the glass.
Lian Sheng's voice came from the control console: "Instructor, how about you pick a map?"
The instructor pondered for a moment, walked out, pressed a button on the wall, and said: "A26. Objective: Rescue mission."
Neither commander objected. They selected A26—an island complex map.
Subsequently, the commanders began arranging their team members' positions.
Among the senior students' team, there were also several from the Command Department.
The overall command of the Red team should originally have gone to Ji Fangxiao, as he was the most prestigious among the students. Whether in terms of popularity or combat record, he was presentable and quite outstanding.
However, Ji Fangxiao had collaborated multiple times with the event organizer, Lu Mingyuan, was also a student of Alliance University like him, and had previously lost to Lian Sheng.
A commander's combat style and troop deployment characteristics were best understood by analysts.
Those few male students were relentless, disagreeing with him competing for overall command.
As a commander, Ji Fangxiao disliked playing second fiddle, and their questioning also displeased him somewhat. But he didn't want to argue excessively over this matter.
He wasn't so cheap as to insist on participating in a student match with no renown. Moreover, with soldiers distrusting him, command work would be difficult to carry out smoothly. So he voluntarily withdrew from the competition, choosing to be a regular soldier.
What they didn't know was that this match wasn't just a simple internal duel.
The instructor connected it to the network, directly broadcasting it to various military academies as a report on the students' training results. After all, the number of students this year was too large, and their reports were usually done individually.
How convenient and trouble-saving; reports for the hundred participating students could be skipped.
However, the instructor hadn't given the students any prior notice or instructions, which was quite bold. If the students didn't perform well enough, the first reputation to be tarnished would be the Expeditionary Force's.
They seemed completely unconcerned about this matter.
But the military academies and Sanyao were unaware. Who could have imagined the Expeditionary Force would be so casual, not following any standard procedures? They assumed this must be a prepared exhibition match. So, after receiving the notification, they announced the event publicly and encouraged junior students to watch and learn.
They were very experienced with such exhibition matches, considering them normal embellishments. Wasn't it just following a script, acting step by step? With some unexpected brilliant performances interspersed. They could already foresee the ending.
The senior students were relatively stubborn, and their face needed to be considered. So the final result would definitely be the seniors winning, while the freshmen wouldn't lose too badly.
Thus, after the preparation state ended and everyone was teleported to the map, the students' figures appeared in the projection rooms of major military academies across the Alliance.
Then Sanyao, having received the news, quickly dispatched personnel for secondary recording and rebroadcasting.
This was the first publicly disclosed internal match of the Expeditionary Force, and the first authoritative group demonstration after the mech data update. It could absolutely become a standard for future analysis, extremely valuable.
Lian Sheng was surrounded by comrades piloting mechs, standing densely packed together.
The map came with its own mission: rescue. The Red team was responsible for the rescue, while the White team guarded the captive.
The captive was currently confined in a transparent enclosure, lying quietly at Lian Sheng's feet.
She had no doubt that if she took a step forward at the start and accidentally stepped on him, she could crush him to death directly.
Lian Sheng picked up the hook on top of the cage, holding the person in her hand, looked at him, and said: "Clearly, knowing the enemy will come to rescue, the more reasonable approach is to leave with the captive as soon as possible, rather than lingering in this place with inadequate confinement."
Zhao Zhuoluo: "Hey!"
Questioning the game rules, was there a problem?
Lian Sheng rubbed her nose: "So this is an all-mech battle map? Nice, looks good."
Zhao Zhuoluo: "..."
The island complex map included various terrains: dense forest, beach, rocky area, waterfall, surrounding sea.
They were teleported into the dense forest area.
The light was obscured by lush foliage, appearing somewhat dim. Mottled light and shadow danced on the mechs' bodies.
Everyone had already consciously started moving in various directions. Lian Sheng carried the captive, searching for a suitable place to settle him. The dense forest was clearly a good spot, but if the enemy focused their search here, it would also be easy to find.
The captive was the key to victory, determining their active or passive status. So they had to choose a hidden and safe place.
"Be careful," Lu Mingyuan said in the channel. "Under strong light and low light, the color of the mech shell will change slightly. During chaotic battles, be sure to look carefully at the markings, don't injure our own people."
Colors were distinct in low light, blurry in strong light. If caught at a reflective angle, nothing could be seen.
The big shots behind the screen nodded frequently.
Good acting, good acting. Look at these expressions, listen to this tone; they couldn't detect anything amiss.
These students had limitless potential.
"All wars inevitably involve sacrifice. What a commander can and must do is ensure more people survive, and then win it!" Lian Sheng surveyed the surroundings. "I believe everyone is prepared accordingly! Please obey my deployments! If you have questions, I will answer you, but unreasonable troublemaking without reason will be treated as espionage undermining morale, subject to direct internal execution. I hope everyone understands."
Lian Sheng walked straight ahead, heard the sound of water, and went over to check. She kept talking nonstop: "In this situation with high lethality and relatively few people, we must avoid two things."
These matters had actually been discussed already, but at the start, the communication channel was quiet. With the situation unknown, nerves tended to tense up. She had to keep her soldiers constantly alert.
Jokes were out of the question; that would shatter concentration immediately. She could only constantly repeat the rules and key points.
"One, avoid large-scale chaotic battles when the situation is uncertain or disadvantageous."
"Two, avoid single-person frontal conflicts as much as possible."
They had initiated the challenge, but they certainly didn't underestimate the opponent. Realistically, the average individual combat level on the other side was indeed higher than theirs, whether in terms of understanding the new mechs or their inherent physical strength from military school.
Under mech operation, the gap in skill mastery would be amplified. In one-on-one frontal conflicts, the White team would undoubtedly lose. Only cooperation could compensate for the gap in individual combat power. This was a team competition.
So she had the students move in pairs, dispersing as much as possible, advancing slowly forward to gather enemy information.
Simultaneously, she arranged the soldiers in two lines, positioning the second line a certain distance behind the first, to decide whether to support with a strong attack or assist in withdrawal.
Lu Mingyuan tapped rapidly on the control panel. The initial setup was too troublesome; he couldn't find a gap to speak.
The equipment in the base had many new functions, making battle display more convenient.
However, this wasn't necessarily a good thing for data analysts. It meant the data they received multiplied. Without prior contact, complexity equaled slower processing speed, potentially causing them to miss useful data.
After all, any technology relies on people; it's unrelated to the functions it can provide. Only what can be perfectly utilized counts as successful.
Lu Mingyuan familiarized himself with everything, confirmed nothing was missed, sighed in relief, and said: "I trained with them for over a semester and obtained their individual data, conducting relevant analysis, so I understand them fairly well. After direct engagement, I'll mark the targets' characteristics, strengths, weaknesses, and danger levels for you. Can we use red, green, blue, white?"
Lian Sheng: "No. Light colors induce a state of relaxation. Besides, no one on the other side deserves to be underestimated."
Lu Mingyuan asked: "Then what should we use?"
"Red, bright red, purplish-red, black," Lian Sheng said. "Oh right, those few guys who argued with us before, you know who, use shit-yellow."
Lu Mingyuan: "..."
Comrades-in-arms: "..."
Truly, one couldn't afford to offend Lian Sheng, or she'd seize any opportunity to step on you.
The channel fell eerily silent, then suddenly a team member's report came through.
The voice was somewhat rushed but still calm.
"Target sighted, own position compromised, preparing to engage! Two targets. Requesting command instructions."
Lu Mingyuan directly switched the video feed, recognized the two opponents, and marked them both red.
"They're freshmen," Lu Mingyuan said. "One heavy armor, one assault type."
They were currently in the rocky area.
But the rocks there weren't high or thick, and importantly, not sturdy enough to hide behind. Besides the ground being somewhat uneven and hindering walking, there was nothing else to note.
They were also freshmen, and their own sniper-forward combination was clearly more combat-effective.
Lian Sheng immediately raised her arm and shouted: "Prepare to engage! The war has begun, brothers, please maintain your vigilance!"
At this time, Lian Sheng had reached the front of the waterfall.
The sound of water roared ahead, almost drowning out voices in her ears.
She tried placing the cage under the waterfall.
Because it was transparent, the water would reflect under strong light, and the cover was a fully sealed glass space, making it truly hard to spot. Anyway, there was oxygen equipment inside, no need to worry about him suffocating. This was indeed a good choice.
Lian Sheng stepped back, watched for a while, then turned her head and asked: "Isn't it good?"
Zhao Zhuoluo, guarding the captive beside her, nodded: "En."
Lian Sheng then waded back into the water, lifted it out, shook off the water droplets, and walked step by step back into the dense forest.
She directly chose a tree with dense foliage and a tall trunk. Beside it was another smaller tree, its branches intertwined with the first. Lian Sheng chose her direction, jumped up, and hung the cage on the tree.
The tree shook, shedding quite a few leaves, then stabilized again.
Lian Sheng then picked some more leaves and covered the cage. She carefully adjusted the growth direction of the branches of the two trees—they were generally resilient and wouldn't break easily—striving to cover it completely.
Zhao Zhuoluo watched her actions, surprised: "What are you doing? Just hanging him on the tree?"
"How many people look up when searching for a captive?" Lian Sheng pointed upwards. "Especially when there's such a suspicious spot right ahead."
Zhao Zhuoluo said: "That spot just now was pretty good too."
Lian Sheng said: "But it's too conventional. For very conventional places, trying won't hurt. So that's a place they will definitely investigate. Then what difference does it make if it can be seen or not?"
Zhao Zhuoluo felt there was some truth to it. But he looked up again at the dense, somewhat strangely thick leaves, feeling this location choice was truly unrestrained.
Lian Sheng clapped her hands: "Come on, let's start cleaning up the scene. This is our main task now."
Zhao Zhuoluo: "Cleaning up the scene?"
"Starting from the front, select branches, arrange them to look this dense. The closer to the edge sunlight area, the denser. To make it appear more reasonable," Lian Sheng said. "Oh right, be careful to clean up the footprints on the ground and the leaves shaken down."
Zhao Zhuoluo lowered his head. Was her personality considered rough or meticulous? He surprisingly started to feel this was indeed a good spot.
Just like after telling a lie, one needs countless more lies to cover it up, a trap is also a lie. As long as countless illusions can be created to conceal its existence, then it is reasonable and real.
Even the most impossible answer, if fabricated flawlessly, has to be believed. Because there are too many absurd things in this world, plenty of impossible realities.
While fierce fighting raged at the front, the White team's overall commander and the captive guard were peacefully arranging the environment in the shadows.
Cicadas chirped, insects buzzed, the scenery was beautiful.
Every time the screen cut to them, it gave the audience a feeling of being pulled out of the moment.
What the heck?
In the viewing room, the instructors in the front row chuckled silently, shaking their heads.
An instructor beside them crossed his arms: "You seem quite happy? Specially called us over to watch a good show, turns out it's just a student match? Not cool."
The instructor said: "It is a good show. Even I can't guess the result of the match. Keep watching and you'll know."
"A fifty-person team match between students, what counts as a good show?" The instructor finished speaking, then suddenly corrected himself, "Oh, they've graduated this semester, can't be considered students anymore."
Someone nearby chimed in: "Time really flies."
"But what's there to guess between seniors and freshmen? You think the freshmen can win?"
Instructor: "I don't rule out any possibility."
"Damn, according to you, no match result can be determined, meaning every match is a good show?"
The instructor patted the person: "Just watch yours. You're an instructor, after all. Skipping work all day, and you think you're justified?"
"Tsk, cut it out! Playing this game with me? I gave you the chance to sit in the office, isn't it comfortable? Don't take advantage and still complain."
An instructor sitting nearby spoke up: "But I am indeed looking forward to it. Especially looking forward to the underdogs winning."
"I look forward to it too. I also look forward to a lone rider traveling a thousand miles, one army defeating ten thousand enemies," an instructor chuckled. "Comebacks are great to watch, but miracles are always rare. Before the battle even starts, some unavoidable hidden factors are already planted. Do you think the White team has any particularly outstanding players, or does the Red team have any soldiers weak enough to drag down the whole team's level?"
A student standing in the back row whispered: "The commander. Affects the entire battle situation."
Several instructors, along with several soldiers, turned their heads towards him in unison.
The student craned his neck and said louder: "Lian Sheng! The Miracle Division! She's commanded several times, turned the tide, and never lost!"
"Your university simulation matches are all large battlefields, right? And student strength fluctuates greatly, so there's indeed a lot of room for control," the instructor chuckled. "But here it's just a fifty-person team. What tricks can the commander pull? However, the vice commander's role is indeed very influential. Who transmits data more comprehensively and quickly determines who is more likely to seize the initiative in individual engagements. The White team's vice commander knows everyone on the Red team, while the Red team's vice commander clearly doesn't. If the tide can really be turned, I think it will be because of this point. Hopefully, the White team can grasp this advantage."
Several people nodded in agreement.
In their careers as instructors, they rarely saw outstanding commanders. Even if they did, it was often in contrast to the enemy's lack of intelligence.
After all, command requires countless experiences to translate theory into practice. How much experience could these students have? The enemies they faced now were not as strong as the enemies they would face in the future. How much of their experience would even be applicable?
The instructor who previously said "looking forward" spoke: "The year I entered university, the Alliance happened to conduct a large-scale enrollment expansion. Especially for students from remote areas, the score threshold was lowered by over a hundred points. The professor teaching our main course stood on the podium, saying proudly, 'If not for this expansion, half of you sitting here wouldn't even make it into an undergraduate program, let alone a key university. And I only ever teach the most outstanding students. You should thank the Alliance and your faith for being able to sit here.' I hated what he said, as if students' efforts were merely due to good luck. On the contrary, I believe many talents are missed simply because they lack opportunity."
"Many people think change and development are gradual, but they are wrong. Although human life is limited, thanks to the accumulation of predecessors' experience and contributions, society is actually developing rapidly, technology is constantly changing. Humans simply don't have time to adapt. They must make bold decisions in their sufficiently short lives to align with this development trend, maintain the vitality of development, and push human society forward."
"So sometimes, overnight, if you don't pay attention, you'll find things are different, the people standing beside you are different too. Those who existed before the change have the right to maintain their pride. Because under fierce competition, they still maintained their excellence," the instructor said. "I hate those who cannot adapt to the trend yet constantly show off their excellence to others. Humanity needs to see the future, not the past. If you want to show your excellence, you should use ability, not seniority. Human excellence doesn't necessarily last a lifetime."
The instructor crossed his arms: "In fact, in the second year, our group, the first batch of 'watered-down' freshmen after the expansion, openly defeated the elite students they were so proud of."
As he said this, a smile appeared on his face. Several people beside him chuckled along.
"We can no longer cling to past glories; every day is a new beginning," the instructor said. "Come, let's see. Who is the master of this era."
From the moment the first pair of students engaged head-on, other students gradually began to battle.
Those at a disadvantage ran; those with an advantage fought. If enemy support was detected, retreating was the priority. In short, maintain balance between both sides.
After all, each side only had fifty people, and the map was large. After dispersing, engagements were scattered.
Soon after, Ji Ban and his partner also encountered enemy forces.
"Two senior students. Both are forwards, experts," Lu Mingyuan asked. "Fight?"
Lian Sheng said without hesitation: "Fight. I believe in Ji Ban! If the situation turns bad, retreat first, be careful to rest your fingers. Teammate, provide careful cover."
The teammate was bewildered: "How do I cover? I'm not familiar with manual mechs either, never cooperated. Hey buddy, what's your style? Barrage type or left-right darting type?"
Lian Sheng: "Just don't get in the way."
Ji Ban's teammate: "..."
His heart shattered into pieces.
This was Ji Ban's first time playing a team match, and he was very excited. He temporarily maintained an escape/retreat state while discussing tactics with his teammate.
"How about you take the lead, and I cover you?" Ji Ban said. "My mech has many weapons configured, and the system can automatically correct trajectories, with fast firing speed. It can be used as a sniper or for mid-to-long range lines. Don't worry, I won't miss you at your speed."
The teammate thought for a moment: "Okay. But if I get injured, don't think about rescuing me, you leave first."
After hearing their discussion concluded, Lian Sheng directly advanced and began to engage.
Ji Ban's manual mech could definitely be called a surprise weapon.
The base usually restricted internet access; they likely didn't have the chance to watch the mech selection trials, especially the preliminary rounds where skill levels varied greatly.
Plus, during mining at the base, seniors and freshmen weren't together, preventing observation. So the Red team was relatively unfamiliar with manual mechs; only a few freshmen understood them somewhat.
Fighting a manual mech for the first time, relying solely on theoretical knowledge was difficult. Ji Ban should be able to gain an advantage.
Even if top-tier horses were few, she still had some; otherwise, how could they fight for victory?
Ji Ban's side was also a rocky area.
Ji Ban's teammate, responsible for drawing fire, carefully watched his footing and approached the opponent. Meanwhile, Ji Ban took the opportunity to increase distance, searching for a suitable position.
Maintaining stability made it hard to maintain speed. He feared this terrain the most; almost no part was flat. During related training on Sanyao before, as soon as he accelerated, he would immediately fall. And since entering the base, he hadn't done any high-speed training.
The evening physical training arranged for freshmen didn't involve anything related to sensors. He never knew his current level. So the psychological shadow remained.
The two opposing mech pilots saw his chick-like walking posture, couldn't help but laugh, directly wielded their weapons, approached him in reverse, and simultaneously raised their weapons.
The teammate watched their cannon barrels glow red and quickly jumped away. Immediately followed by another beam of light.
The shell landed, directly shattering the rock he had just stood on. Rock fragments bounced off his mech shell. The violent roar still echoed in his ears.
He didn't dare close his eyes, staring intently at the opponent. But amidst the panicked evasion, he found the opponent was getting closer and closer, switching to energy weapons with higher accuracy.
Entering attack range, just then, Ji Ban made his move.
The advantage of manual mechs manifested again. In group battles, manual operation had system-automated trajectory correction. As long as the target was selected and hand speed was fast enough, precise one-to-many shooting could be achieved.
Clearly, this environment gave him a chance to perform.
Weapons rose simultaneously from both left and right sides, beginning a dense attack towards the opponent.
One person simultaneously restrained two opponents, quite successfully. He could also maintain movement, preventing his position from becoming fixed.
The panicked party immediately became the Red team.
The opposing mechs were forced to retreat several steps until they reached a safe distance.
"Damn, what kind of mech is this?"
They could hear the exasperated voices from the other side.
"Damn, it has four legs? It can move freely in this kind of place? What the heck?"
Ji Ban's mech was currently in its four-legged wall-climbing form.
Stable on all fours, its chassis was high enough that rugged terrain didn't matter. It moved freely on the rock surface like a spider. Nor did it suffer from the so-called stalling issues.
And because his mech's height was low and shape relatively flat, it was much harder for the opponent to counterattack.
"Alien!" The senior students opposite reached the same consensus as the freshmen back then. "This damn thing is an alien!"
Much harder to deal with than they imagined.
One person said: "Hit the weak one first!"
In comparison, Ji Ban's teammate was too unqualified!
"No, you can't," Ji Ban said. "I'm the one covering him."
Although the opponents couldn't do much about Ji Ban, they were experienced after all. They hadn't been injured in the previous bombardment. Now, they focused their sights on the little chick.
After receiving strong cover, Ji Ban's teammate attempted an attack, realized he probably wasn't cut out for this job. Hearing the enemy was going to focus fire on him, he turned and ran without thinking, shouting: "No, no! They're too fast, damn it!"
Ji Ban, busy locking onto targets in both directions, saw his action and exclaimed in shock: "Ahhh! What are you doing!"
Teammate said: "My speed isn't good! They're too familiar with this area! Look at their positioning, every step lands on the tip of a rock, flat and stable, but my foundation is weak."
Ji Ban said: "But you walk very steadily slowly too!"
"Eh?" The teammate froze for a moment, looking down at his feet.
Only then did he realize that while fleeing just now, in his panic, he had accelerated to a realm never reached before, yet hadn't fallen once due to shifting center of gravity.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Am I that amazing? What did I just do?"
Lian Sheng watched the footage transmitted from the front line, couldn't help but gasp.
"Charge forward, brother, you're not the same you anymore, brother!" Lian Sheng said. "Why be timid? Be generous. You think mining for a month was really for nothing?"
At this moment, both inside and outside the venue, everyone was stunned speechless by this scene.
For the uninformed audience, the focus was entirely on the latter half of Lian Sheng's sentence.
"Min... mining? So what exactly did they go there for? Labor?"
"My dream Expeditionary Force training... definitely isn't like this!"
"It should be a metaphor, right? After all, the 36th District has many mines. So they just call it that."
"Yeah, the 36th District has many mines, so the students..."
"Pah pah pah! You're thinking too much! Is the military that short on money? Look at his positioning just now, holy crap, if mining can produce this, I'd go every day!"
Several instructors revealed meaningful smiles.
Obvious results appeared in less than a month, indicating this student's aptitude was actually quite good. Just his personality was a bit tragic.
The sensors used for mining were processed with doubled feedback. As long as the posture was slightly incorrect, the force would be very clearly fed back to the pilot.
Nothing was more intuitive than pain. Over time, to avoid injury, their bodies would naturally adjust. Smart students would even consciously follow that force.
And not allowing them to operate sensors at night was to prevent the recurrence of incorrect postures. Sanyao's sensors, after all, existed for games, not real operation.
Such tight arrangements allowed students to memorize the most correct posture in a short time.
This could be seen from how they became increasingly relaxed after finishing mining each day. Remember, in the first few days, some students found even standing up difficult.
Wasn't the most uneven terrain in the rocky area here most similar to the mining area? Every slow step required constant adjustment of the center of gravity, while simultaneously breaking down all the details.
Especially this time, they didn't need to carry a huge rock; adapting to high speed naturally wasn't difficult.
Lian Sheng shouted: "Stop! Charge!"
The teammate followed the command, stopped, his eyes changed, and he began to counterattack: "Charge!"
The two behind had already raised their guns and started firing at him. The teammate quickly crouched to dodge, his eyes darting between the opponent's two weapons.
The opponent's attack and equipment switching speed were extremely fast, giving him no time to capture.
Ji Ban was coordinating attacks behind him, forcing the two opponents to constantly adjust their posture. The teammate couldn't analyze the Red team's movements and naturally didn't dare act rashly.
He jumped between the rock piles, exhausted from running, unable to find an opportunity to attack.
After all, he hadn't cooperated with Ji Ban before and still couldn't adapt well. But he knew that without Ji Ban's cover, he would most likely be a corpse by now.
"This... I'm actually not the forward, right?" The teammate was very self-aware. "I'm just cannon fodder?"
Lian Sheng encouraged: "Well done, cannon fodder."
Teammate: "..."
She was really asking to be bitten!
Ji Ban said: "You attack, I can coordinate with you. But be careful, I can't guarantee timely interference."
The teammate was dazzled, holding his breath and jumping around, saying: "I'm still more suited to being cannon fodder after the bloom. This tactic is actually quite good, just lets me adapt to the current speed. I'll trouble you to take down the two opponents!"
Lu Mingyuan noticed their situation here.
Lu Mingyuan said: "Actually... there's a new function in the control panel this time. Let me try it out for you. That Feng Liang, move forward a bit."
The teammate belatedly realized: "Ah, you're talking to me? I'll try my best."
"This caliber and length... model should be AC46, then the range and lethality should be E9 level." Lu Mingyuan muttered to himself for a while, while the teammate kept jumping for dear life.
Soon after, Lu Mingyuan said: "I've marked it for you. Red is his attack range, pay attention yourself. If you're not used to seeing it, tell me to cancel it."
In Ji Ban's teammate's vision, a red circle appeared.
Dark red was the effective high-damage attack zone, light red was the splash zone. The red circle constantly moved with the opponent's weapon. In this situation, he didn't need to make a secondary judgment in his mind based on the muzzle direction but could see it intuitively and clearly.
Instantly felt a sense of security.
"Oh! Amazing!" Lian Sheng exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Vice Commander!"
"Wow!" Ji Ban followed with an exclamation. "Can you analyze mine too?"
As he spoke, he slid to a rock, changing model while sliding. By the time he slid out, the transformation was complete. Now shortening the distance between his four legs, he adopted a four-legged standing posture. From resembling a spider, he now looked like an upward-swimming jellyfish.
Lu Mingyuan glanced over, instantly feeling a headache.
"No no no..." he muttered incomprehensibly, then closed Ji Ban's page and opened the full map to check the overall battle situation.
Lu Mingyuan didn't respond to Ji Ban, but his freshman comrade-in-arms enthusiastically applauded.
"Amazing, amazing! Transforming mechs are so amazing!"
Ji Ban changed back when he found an opportunity. In this place, the spider form was more suitable. He said modestly: "Not at all, not at all. You're also very amazing now."
Teammate asked: "Can the transformation speed be increased? If attacked during transformation, can it defend and counterattack in time?"
"Not for now. Because transforming means closing one system and opening another, requiring a certain adjustment time. Forcibly interrupting multiple times can easily cause short circuits, leading to functional errors," Ji Ban explained patiently. "This isn't a mechanical problem, but a computer problem."
The person nodded as if understanding: "I see."
The two enemy soldiers felt like they were going crazy.
They were fighting them, yet they had the mood to chat? Were they being underestimated that much?
They angrily called out on comms: "Requesting support! Requesting immediate support! Sighted one chick, and one transforming alien spider!"
The opposing overall commander angrily cursed back: "Speak human language to me! Don't want to fight anymore, is that it?!"
The two players quickly reflected, paused, then rephrased: "Sighted the opponent's manual mech, paired with a partner. Reporting situation urgently. Manual mech is trickier than expected; it can move at high speed in the rocky area and perform multi-target locking with high-frequency attacks. The opposing freshman is also slightly better than predicted. Already well-adapted to the new mech. Human language report complete."
Ahahaha I missed this~~~~
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