Mecha Number One "Stand"

"Mu Fan, Mu Fan, are you there?" the fatty, decided to ignore the two idiots and called Mu Fan in the team's communication channel.

"Here!" Mu Fan said, but he only answered in the cockpit. He couldn't hear it in the team channel because he really didn't know how to send a voice message.

"Mu fan, where are you? Where are you?" Fatty asked several times, but there was no answer.

"Stop howling. Go to B!" The two geniuses cursed again.

Fatty had already blocked the two of them on the voice channel. He glanced at the map and decided to go to Point B.

Mu Fan did not care about that for now. He would ask if they were really going to slaughter him.

Looking down from the sky, in this irregular rocky area, Point A was at eight, Point B was at four, and Mu Fan's mecha was at the innermost part of the six o'clock direction.

This map was very small, but because it was a first-generation mecha combat room, everyone's mecha were not very active, which made the battle in this relatively narrow space unusually exciting.

This was a map of the battle at the edge of the simulation city. Fatty was currently piloting the Raider I-daijie. This was the first-generation mecha sold directly for star dollars in the Real Department. The word "modification" represented an increase in motion and defense by five percentage points.

Raider I

Real system mecha were the first generation of mecha used on the ground before humans broke through the atmosphere. Military standard mecha. The chest cockpit was expanded, and the key parts had high-intensity alloy defense. The weight was balanced, the motion and defense were the focus of the design of the mecha, and the weapon was the standard military standard weapon of the first generation. Due to the durability and sturdy structure, it was still active on some planets in the Federation and used by civil armed forces.

Height: 5.14 m

Self-respect: 8.15t

Category: Military Generation Mecha

Fastest speed: 55km / h

Weapon: Two consecutive 128mm howitzer, 60mm Gatling machine gun, high-intensity dagger, military alloy machete.

Engine: Generation of the nuclear-powered engine compartment.

Support Device: Emergency engine compartment, first-generation engine overload (10% floating)

System rating: F-rank long-range, F +-rank defense (modified), E-rank melee combat (modified), F-rank maneuver.

Fatty had bought all the star mecha that could only be bought with star dollars from generation 1-6. He had spent a huge sum of money to upgrade them to the corresponding "modified" model. What did it mean to be prepared for anything? What did it mean to be wealthy? What did it mean to be professional?

This is the young master of our Logia Star Fuwen Financial Group—Harry!

At this moment, Harry, Fatty, piloted the Raider I, made a leap. He jumped from the wreckage of the spaceship to the boulder, and in that instant, he performed a perfect sequence—crawl, lie down, and do not move!

The fat brother lay on the ground. and he shouted in the voice channel, "Enemy detected at point B! Attack, A-point rapid fire suppression."

Then, Fatty saw the two geniuses on the map rush out.

The fatty mumbled to himself, "One, two, three, four, that's enough." He silently deactivated the voice block on the two geniuses.

The cockpit receiver caught the sound of the crossfire from three kilometers away. The voice channel was noisy, and then fierce cursing broke out. Fatty's mecha lay on the ground, and with the chaotic undulating strata and shattered rocks, he could only imagine the crossfire scene through the sound.

"King of the Maccon Cannons" on the green side was killed.

The red "Mathilde" was killed.

"That Lemon Balloon, I'll kill you." The two mecha rushed out after listening to the fatty. However, the green dot on the fatty's forehead did not move at all after a leap.

The two of them ran into the enemy mechas, who were squatting at their base. After forcing one of them to die, only one was left, half-dead, and retreated to Shattered Rock. Damn it, they were tricked by that guy with the A-point character.

"You piece of trash!" The first teammate was sacrificed could no longer send out the team voice message. The remaining guy, who had half his mecha destroyed, had already exposed his position. It would be a matter of minutes before he was set on fire by the other side. At this moment, he could only curse nonstop in the team.

What was Fatty doing now?

He chuckled when he heard the exasperated voice of his teammate. "Who asked you to insult me?" He turned on the switch of number 4 and 6, activated the active enemy radar, and found the target!

Fatty's Raider jumped up from the ground with a fast pace, turned on the engine to overload 10%, and instantly sped up from static to motion, running and jumping onto a lower rock. What a joke! Fatty's Shadow Lurker skill could definitely add two more stars!

Two enemy mecha appeared on the combat screen, one yellow and one black. They were secretly approaching Point A.

The fatty leaned against a rock that had been erected beside him and pulled out two consecutive grenade launchers from his back.

The system's enemy radar was adjusted and locked!

"Not good!" An ear-piercing alarm sounded from the cockpit of the two mechas. This meant that the mechas had been locked onto by the weapons and needed to evade quickly!

It was a pity that it was too late for the people in the Level 1 room to react and dodge. The mecha could not react as quickly as an arm could. "Bang!" A puff of white smoke rose, and the heavy bullet, with enormous kinetic energy, ruthlessly tore through the yellow mecha's back armor. It exploded! The second shell even penetrated the mecha's back, sending it flying several meters away.

"Coriselik", the red side, was killed, and "Lemon Balloon" was awarded the Medal of One Hit.

"Damn it!" the half-dead mecha on their side and the black mecha on the other side simultaneously shouted.

Quickly dodge! Fatty knew that now was not the time to show his presence. He did an irregular roll, and the mecha rolled down from the broken rock like a ball.

"You b * stards!" Fatty's voice was heard again in the cockpit. This time, Fatty was on all channels.

The other side and his teammates started scolding at the same time. There was a hidden meaning in this guy's words.

Speaking of which, piloting this generation of mecha was really not suitable. The reactions in all aspects were too late. The fatty in the cockpit used star dollars to modify a hand synchronization controller. He changed it from full mechanical operation to semi-intelligent capital synchronization, but that was all he could do. Any more modifications would be cheating.

"Oh no, someone is ambushing us from the other side!" Two red dots appeared on the combat map in an instant. They bypassed Fatty without alerting him. Instead, they killed two teammates a kilometer behind Fatty.

"Fire support! Fire support! Bombard me, coordinates 33, 47, hurry up!" The team channel was instantly in chaos. The joy brought by Fatty's kill just now had not lasted long before it was gone.

Where was the lemon balloon just now? F * * k, come on! We can't hold on anymore!

Fatty frowned. Why was it so hard to win? What a bunch of useless teammates.

Suddenly, there was another sound of surprise in the team channel. "Damn, what the hell is this? A specimen from a museum? How can such a thing appear in our team? Can it fight? System, if you want to cheat us, just tell us."

The EH01 quietly stood there. From a distance… it looked like a mecha that had starved to death after taking off its clothes. Only its skeleton was left, and its body glowed with a white subliminal light. It was motionless.

A member of the team, who was driving a Wolf Walker beast-shaped mecha, retreated to the six o'clock direction of the map when he was dodging enemy fire. Then he looked up and saw Mu Fan's mecha standing there.

"System recognition, first-generation EH01 mecha, first-generation general-purpose heavy machine." The man shared his identification information in the combat channel.

Instantly, everyone in the cockpit felt as if a gust of cold wind had brushed past them. This seemed to be an antique that only existed in textbooks. Wasn't the first-generation mecha the lowest in the PO Battle Network? What was with this first-generation mecha? And what the fu*k was it doing here.

"Yeah."

They were all silent for three seconds.

"Brother, can you tell us where this mecha came from?"

No one answered.

"Hey, don't play dead. If you don't say so, then start fighting."

The big white skeleton was still standing, looking like a master.

When Fatty saw the ID "Lord Egg", ten thousand tall yaks stamped on his heart.

Our Young Master Harry could not see what was going on in the cockpit of the skeleton frame. Mu Fan was at a loss as to how to react to the bunch of buttons in front of him. He was helpless when he heard the noise in the cockpit, but he did not know which button to press to answer the voice message.

Today was a very embarrassing day. Was his first mecha battle going to end like this…

The combat screen showed that the beast-shaped mecha in front of them had been destroyed by the crossfire from the two crossfire weapons.

Then two yellow local mechas came out from the back and walked toward him in surprise. They were probably stunned by the strange mech.