Humans collapse into slag

"Biological information confirmation, do you want to load the pre-scene?"

Liao Yuning chose yes.

In the next second, his body appeared in the darkness, and the floor under his feet stretched out piece by piece, and soon the surrounding area turned into a huge hangar.

Mu Rong stood in front of him.

Every time the simulation cabin is used, the brain will generate a virtual character based on the user's real-time biological information. The virtual character is uniformly dressed in the flight uniform of the Imperial Military Academy, and the facial features and physical fitness are entirely up to the person.

The degree of fidelity has not reached [-]%, but it is enough. If you don't look carefully, it is not much different from a real person.

"Senior, how about a fighter jet competition today?"

This is the event that Mu Rong won the championship in the last Legion Classic. Afterwards, Liao Yuning replayed the phantom of the game, wondering if he could do it after changing it.

Conclusions are difficult.

But it's not impossible.

"Okay." Young Master Mu naturally responded to what his sweetheart said.

Mu Rong never had a chance to see Liao Yuning wearing a flight suit.

Due to the limitation of the venue, most of the fighter plane training at the Imperial Military Academy adopts this simulation form. Although Mu Rong also collected many phantoms of Liao Yuning's fighter plane competition in his previous life, they were all recorded at the beginning of the game. set the scene.

As for actual combat training, there are only two times a year, and the two have no chance to meet each other.

By the way, they should have seen the actual combat assessment last school year, but at that time, Mu Rong bumped his head just after being reborn, and didn't remember anything.

Counting the previous life, it has been almost ten years, and finally competed with Liao Yuning again, even if it was virtual, it still made Mu Rong feel excited.

Ah, Ning Ning looks so good in the flight suit!

The flight suit is a black one-piece style, which is in line with the simple and clean style of the Imperial Military Academy. Against Liao Yuning's white face, the effect is indescribably seductive.

Mu Rong began to swallow his saliva quietly again.

Liao Yuning was setting the combat parameters on the light screen, but he didn't pay attention to Master Mu's nympho.

The young man's back is straight, and the flight suit draws down to the tight waist, which is a thrilling feeling, and then there is a curved hip line...

Snapped--

Mu Rong slapped himself fiercely.

Liao Yuning turned around in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Mu Rong was quick to think, and clapped his hands, pretending to be applauding, "The parameters you set are very reasonable."

"Senior, do you find the data familiar?" Liao Yuning said, "The reference is the setting of the racing fighter project in the Legion Elite Competition last time."

This school year, Liao Yuning has changed his name to call Mu Rong an instructor or a major, but he came to the training ground today, somehow he thinks it is more appropriate to call him a senior.

Mu Rong also likes to hear Liao Yuning call himself a "senior", which makes him feel like he is making up for those mistakes in the past.

"Oh, no wonder." Mu Rong hurriedly pretended to be suddenly enlightened.

After the parameters were set, Liao Yuning pushed the light screen in front of Mu Rong, "However, there are some changes in various indicators, seniors, let's get familiar with it."

Mu Rong wanted to express domineeringly that it was completely unnecessary, but felt that it was too arrogant to say so, so he read the parameters at a glance.

"I will go all out for this game, and I hope the seniors will not show mercy." Liao Yuning said.

Major Mu, who was thinking about giving water to his sweetheart: ...

That's right, Ning Ning is such a proud person, it would be contemptuous to keep his own strength.

"Okay, I will do my best." Mu Rong said.

Liao Yuning: "Let's start then."

A holographic number "3" suddenly appeared between the two, followed by "2" and "1", and at the same time the voice of the intelligent brain also sounded in their respective minds.

"The battle has begun, pilot Liao Yuning, please take your position immediately, the parking space for the fighter plane is E14."

"The battle has begun, Major Mu Rong, please take your position immediately, the parking space for the fighter plane is W17."

The moment the number "0" appeared, the two set off at the same time, heading in different directions.

The racing fighter mode is not a direct confrontation between the two sides. Their enemies are all intelligent brains. The comparison is who can shoot down more enemy fighters in a battle.

Liao Yuning quickly found his fighter plane, stepped on the gangway and jumped into the cockpit, and the preparations before takeoff were completed in one go.

Having no time to manage the progress of Mu Rong, Liao Yuning followed the instructions of the brain and started the fighter to enter the designated runway.

Although it is only simulated training, there must be one step in the actual combat process, because only in this way can the actual combat training be replaced to the greatest extent.

"Pilot Liao Yuning, please take off within 10 seconds, good luck for the empire."

"Received." Liao Yuning pulled up the joystick.

The fighter plane accelerated suddenly, and the huge inertia pressed the person tightly against the back of the seat. The straight and narrow take-off runway disappeared, and the endless starry sky was in front of him.

The momentary weightlessness caused some dizziness in the mind, but the body after rigorous training quickly adapted to the change.

Liao Yuning controlled the fighter plane to bypass the huge flanks of the mothership, and rushed towards the enemy warship with an irregular trajectory.

The blue light of the turbolaser pierced through the darkness, drawing countless straight lines symbolizing death on the background image of the chaotic starry sky.

While avoiding those deadly gun tracks, Liao Yuning fired at the enemy fighter planes.

The fighter he was driving was the Transcendence V, which is currently the most widely used fighter in the Imperial Army.

Compared with the Transcendor II that Liao Xingsheng drove back then, the performance of the Transcendor V has been greatly improved in all aspects.

Under full load, this fighter can fly in space continuously for three hours, but considering the driver's physical function, life support system and ammunition consumption, its best combat time is within one hour.

Mu Rong's record in the Legion Classic was to shoot down 29 enemy planes within one hour.

For this competition, Liao Yuning set a time limit of three hours, because he wanted to see what he could achieve in the limit state, and Mu Rong was a warning sign to remind him not to slack off.

"The remaining energy is 20.00%, it is recommended to return as soon as possible!"

"neglect."

"The remaining energy is 15.00%, it is recommended to return as soon as possible!"

"neglect."

"It is detected that the pilot's vital signs are unstable, do you choose brain hosting?"

"neglect."

"The main engine is damaged, the remaining energy is [-]%, please return immediately!"

"Don't be noisy, wait until I shoot down another one, just one."

Finally, another orange spark bloomed on the light screen.

The cumulative number of shot downs reached [-], which is Liao Yuning's best result in the racing mode. The price of this good result is that the brain desperately warned that "the main engine has failed and is about to explode|explode".

Liao Yuning immediately separated the main engine and started the auxiliary engine at full power. Unfortunately, the remaining energy on the fighter plane could not support it, and the auxiliary engine would soon shut down.

"Keep going." Liao Yuning said to himself.

The requirement of the competition is to return to the mothership alive. Although it is impossible to really die in the simulation battle, but thinking about it in actual combat, Liao Yuning does not want to die in one battle.

It's still too big.

But as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, don't give up.

Liao Yuning reduced the power of the auxiliary engine to the lowest value and changed it to a full manual control mode.

Using the inertia of the fighter plane itself and the last bit of energy, he finally landed the fighter plane on the tarmac of the mothership. Before the cockpit was opened, the alarm of the life support system was also ringing non-stop.

Shooting down fifty enemy planes in two hours, five and 10 minutes is really his limit, Liao Yuning thought vaguely.

The cockpit hatch opened, and the light screen of the end of the game appeared in front of him at the same time.

58:50, Mu Rong wins.

I tried my best, but I still lost.

Mu Rong's battle lasted two hours and three 10 minutes. If Liao Yuning wanted to return to the mothership at this time, he had to end the battle 10 minutes earlier. At that time, his number of shots down was 47.

"The countdown to system exit, ten, nine, eight..."

Swipe, the hatch of the simulation cabin is opened.

Liao Yuning felt a little dizzy after being relaxed after a high degree of tension. Liao Yuning took off the virtual helmet and reached out to cover his forehead.

"Ning Ning, how are you?" Mu Rong's voice rang in his ears.

"It's okay." Liao Yuning shook his head, he put down his hands and smiled, "I still lost to the senior."

It was a very weak and indifferent smile, but it made Mu Rong feel pain in his heart. He thought of the 16-year-old Liao Yuning a long time ago.

When they met for the first time, he crushed each other mercilessly.

At the end of the game, the teenager's dark eyes were full of shock and bewilderment.

Thinking of that picture, Mu Rong couldn't forgive himself.

What else did he say?

I can't remember, but it's definitely not a good word, so at the end of the first grade, Liao Yuning launched a leapfrog challenge to himself with such sharp and sharp eyes.

At that time... he must hate me to death.

"Senior?"

Liao Yuning walked out of the simulation cabin, and found that the focus of Mu Rong's gaze fell on nowhere.

What's wrong with this?

With such distraction, it is hard for him to still take the first place every year.

It can only be said that the talent gap is indeed an insurmountable gap.

Liao Yuning was depressed, when he saw Mu Rong stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"Ning Ning, please forgive me!"

"what?"

The matter was so out of the ordinary, Liao Yuning still couldn't understand it, but when Mu Rong lowered his head, he instantly left a moist kiss on the skin of the back of his hand.

"What are you doing!" Waking up, Liao Yuning suddenly withdrew his right hand and took a step back.

Mu Rong still stood where he was, looking at Liao Yuning with guilt, "I'm sorry, let me make it up to you, okay?"

Liao Yuning put his right hand behind his back and rubbed against the fabric of the uniform. It was rare for him to have a tacit understanding, and he realized the real reason for the other party's apology in a blink of an eye.

Probably because of the downfall that year.

"Senior, I remember that we discussed this last year. I lost the game to the senior because I was not as good as others. There is no need for the senior to apologize to me."

Liao Yuning took a step sideways and bypassed Mu Rong.