Once Tian Xingjian figured it out, he just wanted to beat himself half to death.
He was still clinging to the mecha control combination codes learned in training camp and feeling quite proud of learning an unconventional mecha manipulation skill.
Who knew that true experts didn’t use command combinations at all!
Any mecha command combination was rigid!
During long-range attacks, these combinations might save time, as the commands needed for shooting are much fewer than for close combat.
However, real mecha combat involves using each action command and temporarily combining them into a fighting style that suits oneself, operating according to the opponent’s situation—not a rigid set of combinations.
As long as you are familiar with the enemy mecha’s structure and know where its weak points are.
Not only can ancient Chinese martial arts be referenced, but any fighting style can be referenced.
Your hand-to-hand combat techniques, one-move kills, and grappling can all be used!
Other mechanical soldiers might not understand the difference between human combat and mecha combat or be familiar with the structure of each type of mecha. Could it be that I don’t understand these things?
Other mechanical soldiers might not be able to operate without command combinations, but I have been training basic commands from the start to increase hand speed, and creating new mecha actions using basic commands should be quite easy for me!
After a bout of epiphany, Fatty immediately began to change his moves.
He intended to use this Vajra, whose structure had been fully analyzed by the lab, as the first sacrifice!
Who knew that with the change of moves, dangers would appear frequently.
Almost being slaughtered like a pig made Fatty break into a cold sweat.
After all, he was used to command combinations. The basic commands he imagined and what he actually executed were completely different things.
For a while, he was in a fluster. If it weren’t for his quick reactions, he would have been hit by Vajra’s ion light saber several times.
Calming down, Tian Xingjian wasn’t in a hurry and started maneuvering around the Vajra.
Gradually, the actions of the mecha started to become coordinated, and the fighting skills with Fatty’s distinctive style became increasingly evident in every move of Logic.
Wallace grew more and more furious the longer the fight went on.
It had been over an hour, and this tattered mecha still showed no signs of fatigue. Its moves compared to the beginning were like a completely different person, and the shamelessness within the techniques was unparalleled!
The tattered mecha’s posture was like a dancing fairy, but its image resembled a begging old woman jumping off a building.
Its mechanical hands, no one could tell if they were making orchid fingers or flipping the middle finger, were seductively fluttering around Vajra, like a water snake touching here and there, groping the chest, stealing peaches, and grabbing butts incessantly.
Wallace’s eyes turned red with rage, but the fellow’s movements became faster and faster, making it impossible for the ion light saber to connect!
"Hahahaha... Watch as I flick you a gigantic middle finger!"
Fatty’s wild laughter echoed in the communication channel of the Federation Mecha.
The special soldiers only saw two high-speed chasing figures suddenly stand still; the middle finger of the tattered Magic Beast was stabbing into Vajra’s buttocks.
Crack, crack, at that moment, Vajra seemed to rust from the rain, struggled in vain, and collapsed with a boom, splashing a large area of mud and water.
On the middle finger of the Magic Beast, there was still a part, which was the drive sensor of Vajra.
The Federation Special Soldiers stared at each other in disbelief; not long ago, they were running all over the place being slaughtered, how did this Fatty win so quickly?
This change was too rapid. Could it be that his middle finger technique really was some kind of ultimate skill?
Wallace put the energy gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger.
He never figured out until his death.
When did this mech dancing that nauseating witch dance manage to remove the protective armor on Vajra’s buttocks?
Also, by what means did he manage to pull out the drive sensor from deep within the mecha’s abdomen?
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The Special Soldiers remained silent; previously, when the warriors of the First Company’s Torick squad boasted about this man smashing a Vajra until it fell apart, everyone found it hard to believe.
Damn it, now they believed. A freak who could use a middle finger to resolve a battle—what couldn’t he do?
The most depressed was Stewart; he couldn’t match that chubby guy’s mecha manipulation skills. His chance at judgment seemed far off. If he wanted to settle the score, he’d first have to consider whether he had the nerves to endure such a shameless humiliation.
"Pah!" Stewart spit vehemently, thinking: "Even if I were to be killed! I won’t mess with such a guy. This Fatty isn’t human!"
When Tian Xingjian and Russell boarded the transport ship, the fierce artillery fire in the distance had subsided to sporadic bursts.
The battle in the Low Ridge Jungle had basically been decided.
The main force of the Gazalin Empire Army had been annihilated under the Federation Army’s strikes, and the remaining small pockets of defeated soldiers were being gradually mopped up. These dispersed forces could no longer pose any threat to the overall situation.
The Federation’s main force had long since rapidly advanced deeper.
In the counteroffensive against the encircled cities, the Imperial Army fell into chaos and soon surrendered en masse in large formations. The Federation Army’s crushing assault progressed swiftly, achieving successive victories along the way.
When Tian Xingjian and Russell returned to the frontline command post, the Federation Air Force had already reclaimed most of the occupied cities, only waiting for the ground troops to move in.
This time, it wasn’t a hasty advance but a real recapture. The remaining Imperial Army was compressed into the last two occupied cities. With no more land-based air force or supplies, their morale plummeted to the lowest point, and their final surrender was imminent.
The situation in space was even more dramatic—a piece of false information and Russell’s defection led the Imperial Family to immediately recall all Space Fleets from the Newton Star System to defend the Galileo Star System.
The Miloke II Star’s ground forces, which had already been mostly withdrawn, were completely pulled back at this time.
In over a year of war, the Gazalin Empire had exhausted too much; the domestic economy was already facing problems. Russell’s defection helped the Imperial Family make the decision to abandon the Newton Star System.
The First Mixed Fleet won the battle with a sixty percent casualty rate, with the enemy’s mixed fleet of four Squadrons being defeated, and over ninety-five percent of their warships destroyed.
The Second Mixed Fleet and the Newton Fleet sustained almost no losses; they simply escorted the Imperial Fleet with six carriers out of the Newton Star System and securely took control of the space jump point leading to the Galileo Star System.
Immediately, the President gave a televised speech to the nation, publicly announcing Russell’s defection to the Federation, which caused a nationwide uproar. Federation citizens took to the streets in celebration of the victory. For over a year, the Leray Federation had had very few chances to feel triumphant in this war; the victory on Miloke signaled a turn in the tide!
The notebook with the outline was lost, so frustrating, the publisher is urging for the outline, so only two updates today. Please bear with me.