Marshal is always tired [Interstellar]

The Marshal, who is worried about the country and the people all the time, is secretly planning to carry out the key steps in his plan-when improving the overall strength of this "Federal Reserve Army", making himself an indispensable part of their cooperative battle part of the

After all, on the battlefield, group cooperation is the eternal theme before you have the super power to decide the battle situation.

From this point of view, some time ago, the brothers and sisters of the Gu family had been suspicious of his intentions, and they were really insightful.

It's a pity that the marshal's sugar-coated shells are too high-level - the most irresistible thing these days' favorites are the improvement of strength, and Qin Jue "inadvertently" pointed out some "Bai Ze split pictures" that Gu Anli held intoxicated every day After making a hidden mistake, this most difficult bone was finally taken down by him.

[Master Marshal,] Bai Ze half-truthfully complained to him, [You really should have some idea about the rights of your mecha. 】He naturally has a sense of proportion, what should be said and what should not be said, how can it be difficult to distinguish the importance of this point.

However, the Marshal, who knew the difference, still forgot the most important thing: he is now a fifth-year student in the Department of Therapy at the Luojia Military Academy.

No matter how talented he is, treatment is a field he has rarely touched before, and the subtlety of it cannot help him not being obsessed with it after contacting it.

The most novel of them is the healing mecha specially made for therapists.

This kind of mecha is generally small and light, but it can increase the energy level of the healer to the greatest extent, and in the mecha team battle, the healer who manipulates the mecha no longer needs to condense a solid pill, but only needs to send the medicine to the corresponding partner. The mech can output a reasonable ratio of energy to perform remote treatment.

The fifth grade practical course will officially start one month after the start of school, and it wasn't until the instructor reminded them in class that they would gather directly at the training ground the next day, the Marshal didn't realize that he didn't have his own healing mech yet.

I really can't blame him for this. Qin Jue has been with Bai Ze for many years, and subconsciously didn't think he would need a second mecha, and the three of Ian, who are the gold masters, almost forgot during the training during this period of time. Once he lost his "original identity" as a therapist, he also didn't remember to take care of his friends' belongings.

... Fortunately, the money is not bad.

As students, they are still far from using custom-made mechas. Ian bought him a federal-style "Ferry-[-]" on the star network overnight, and the next day the marshal brought a brand-new A-level mecha to school. went.

The marshal who runs the army rigorously and does not take the country's needles and threads in his spare time does not know that he has ruined the gold card that the little prince used to withdraw money directly from the treasury.

The teacher of the practical class is named Fern Felix, who has the strength of level seven and nine ranks-this is already a very high level among therapists.

"Except for mechanics who don't go to the battlefield, therapists are the profession that values ​​theoretical knowledge the most in the military training system," the unsmiling man walked into the training ground by stepping on the class bell accurately, and began to lecture without wasting a second, " However, this is not the reason for you to despise practice, with the same energy intensity, an excellent healer can take care of the situation of the entire team, and some trash can't even save the life of a seriously injured teammate."

This guy doesn't look like an angel in white at all. A hundred or so future medical workers have been trained quietly, and there is quite a pressure to stand in front of a combat mecha master.

Professor Felix looked around at the students of this period, and continued: "I am a regular teacher in the fifth grade of the School of Therapy. Most of you are familiar faces. Of course, there are also newcomers who appeared this year—" His gaze Skimming the faces of several newly upgraded colleges one by one, paused for a moment when passing by Qin Jue, and then swept over as usual, "—that's very good, you have been promoted to the fifth grade, which means you have entered the college." Elite echelon."

Qin Jue couldn't help touching his nose. He knew that he was a back door in the hearts of some teachers who understood the whole story—and it was true—he had neither the ability nor the will to reverse this impression. He could only minimize his sense of existence. Avoid drawing attention.

"There are still some," Professor Felix's voice became severe, and if he looked at some students who wanted to be more transparent than Qin Jue, "he used to stay here, and now he should be at a higher level." People who show their abilities on the platform.”

——That is the guy who was promoted to a senior grade before, and was knocked out by the juniors in the final competition.

The professor paused for a moment, as if to make them feel ashamed and confessed a little longer, before commenting blankly: "It's terrible."

Qin Jue looked sympathetically at those classmates who wanted to get into the cracks in the ground, but had no objection to Felix's statement.

Cultivation is a matter of sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat. You can’t find any excuses other than not working hard enough.

"Today's task," Professor Felix didn't give the students any time to breathe, and quickly began to give orders, "Partially repair the open wound caused by the burst-type dark energy."

This task is not difficult, and basically experienced therapists above level four can do it—as a fifth-grade student, no one's dark energy level is below level four.

Oh, except Qin Jue.

However, none of the students who were familiar with teaching urination showed any joy—I also knew that it was impossible for Felix to let them go so easily in the first class.

Felix deliberately stopped and waited for a while before he said in satisfaction: "Very well, no one has such a mentality of not seeking to make progress." He took off the mecha that turned into a bracelet from his wrist, and pressed the start button.

A gray-blue steel giant stands tall, and its smooth lines and soft texture make his identity as a custom-made mech ready to be revealed.

Qin Jue keenly heard the low exclamations of several newly promoted students.

The healing mecha is smaller than other mechas, and this one is no exception. Even so, Felix still stood on the lowered palm of the mecha and was sent into the cockpit on the chest.

The physical fitness of healers cannot be compared with that of combat professions. They are the only group among mecha masters who need to set up a special access to the warehouse.

As soon as the gray-blue mecha's eyes lighted up, it began to move smoothly and smoothly.

This is the most coveted part of customized mechas: their compatibility with mecha masters can reach 93.79%, which is second only to transformed mechas, which is the highest level of technology that human beings can reach. .

Of course, there are still differences in the degree of fit of the mechas made by different mechanics. The higher the degree of fit, the more respected the mechanic will undoubtedly be.

——This is also a unique grading system for mechanics.

The level of the mechanics has increased in tandem with the percentage of mecha suitability. Currently, the highest level is David Marshall, the Mechanics Minister of the Free Federation. The customized mecha "Nirvana" with a fit rate of 93.79% also allowed him to successfully step into the ninth-level and third-rank level.

After all, there are only eight transformational mechas with a 100% fit, and each of them has a bad temper.Even in today's era when stars are coming out in large numbers, only five of the eight transforming mechas are in service—three from the Federation and two from the Empire. Pretty even.

In this case, mechanics have become an important criterion for measuring military strength, and the empire, which is still behind its opponents in this respect, is very anxious.

It’s just that there is nothing to do in a hurry. The master’s flash of inspiration is hard to come by. The highest record of the Imperial Mechanic is still at 91.82%, which is two levels lower than the opponent.

Fortunately, Marshall's inspiration only flashed for a moment, and the high-end custom mech materials were too expensive to be mass-produced, so the gap would not be further widened.

As for the standard mecha that Qin Jue and the others are using now, it was jointly produced by the machine assembly line and low-level mechanics. The capabilities of this empire and the Federation are equal, and the highest S-level, the fit is only 60%.

Just passed the passing line.

Gu Anli possessed the ability of Level [-] and Rank [-] at a young age. He is definitely a rare talent. In view of the actual situation of the empire, he is now the one Qin Jue most wants to win over among the five people.

Marshal Qin dealt with all kinds of mechas every day in the military headquarters. Felix commanded his baby to make a slight movement, and the marshal with his eyes like rays saw through his old background - the eighth-level second-rank custom mecha, This is already the level at which the empire equips lieutenant generals with mechas. Qin Jue touched his chin and had a new understanding of Luojia's wealth (ren), great (sha), qi (qian) and rough (duo).

The professor's more rigid voice came out through the mechanization of the mecha: "The most precious thing in battle is undoubtedly dark energy. What you have to do is to be the most stingy person and use the greatest effort to reduce the waste of energy."

Hearing this, quite a few experienced old students understood the meaning behind the professor's words, and they all showed pain on their faces—it seemed that the professor had made up his mind to give a bloody head start for the new school year.

"Our training content today is subtle manipulation." Professor Felix ignored them, his cold voice had no room for relaxation, "Keep the energy utilization rate above 50%, and you will pass."

The gray-blue mecha stretched out its right arm, and a workbench rose in front of each student, on which were placed simulation instruments and energy leakage detection systems dedicated to the practice of the healing department.

There is also one in front of him, which has been magnified by a stereo video recorder aimed at the table to ensure that everyone can see it clearly.

The outstretched right hand of the gray-blue mecha gradually glowed with a soft halo, and slowly moved to the top of the workbench. The light around the metal fingers began to struggle and twist, and it enveloped the analog instrument while maintaining a peculiar shape—all of this Everyone is familiar with it, and it is a special method to expel burst-type dark energy.

The stereoscopic projection switched to the interior of Professor Felix's mech the moment Halo touched the instrument, so everyone could see his every move.

"Look carefully," the professor reminded with rare kindness, "I will only demonstrate once."