Having said that, I have to introduce the Iron Control system in detail.
First, let’s talk about mechas.
In this interstellar era, the technological system is unimaginably advanced. There are countless types of mechas of various models and types, but when broken down into specific categories, there are only two categories.
One is a flexible and convenient individual mecha; the other is a large field mecha like the Mammoth, which is specially developed for war.
In comparison, individual mechas are lighter, cheaper, more maneuverable, and have only one operating mode with neural connections, while field mechas are not.
Field mechas are larger, have thicker armor, stronger firepower, and have two driving modes: neural connection and manual driving.
But in most cases, the neural connection mode is still the first choice. Manual driving is more of a backup after there is a problem with the neural connection.
As for the difference between the two... How should I put it, it is the same as the difference between using strings to control a puppet to make movements and directly possessing a puppet to make movements.
As long as the neural connector is put on, the visual signal and sensory simulator will be activated, allowing the mecha pilot to control the arm as if he is controlling his own body even in the cockpit, and even control the thick steel of the mecha. body and perform many incredibly difficult movements.
The second point I want to talk about next is related to neural connections.
At the same time, it is also the most intuitive data that distinguishes ordinary people from professional pilots.
——Mechanical synchronization rate.
The so-called mechanical synchronization rate has complex indicators and a lot of comprehensive data. It would be too troublesome to list them all. The most popular explanation is the depth of neural connections.
The higher the mechanical synchronization rate, the higher the degree of completeness of your neural connections and the more complete your control over the mecha.
This is an innate talent and cannot be detected by any instrument. The mechanical synchronization rate of all pilots is completed by professionals after entering the mecha through the delay of the mecha and neural commands. Degree, and the probability of completing difficult actions are calculated comprehensively.
According to statistics, the mechanical synchronization rate of most ordinary people is only about 20%.
To become a professional pilot, the mechanical synchronization rate must reach at least 45%.
Don't underestimate this 25% gap. It is this gap that isolates 99.9% of the people in the universe.
The disparity between the number of ordinary people and professional pilots is even greater than that between bronze, silver and professional players.
Coupled with the low training cost of Pilots and their greater influence on the battlefield than other systems, almost all civilizations regard Pilots as treasures. Regardless of their level, they are all injected with the 'Elixir of Immortality' and all kinds of benefits are fully fulfilled. .
As a pilot, Curly Hair also has a high mechanical synchronization rate of 64%. In theory, he should be able to live well wherever he goes.
"Without the boss, my sister and I would have starved to death long ago. My life belongs to the boss..." Curly Hair spread his hands and gave Lin Jie a reply, but did not elaborate.
Lin Jie also saw that Curly Mao was not going to tell him more about the reason. He nodded and was about to continue working when he was attracted by the noise in the distance.
Looking up, he saw a flying car approaching quickly from a distance, and finally landed not far away. The car door opened, and several prison guards got down first and took up their positions. Only then did two young men in prison uniforms get out of the car.
"Depend on!"
Just seeing these two people, Curly Hair's face darkened.
"Do you know them?" Lin Jie noticed the changes in Curly Hair and looked back at the two people a few more times.
One of these two people is a commoner, and the other is a relatively rare Tanas person.
The facial features of this race are similar to ordinary people, but the skin all over the body is green. The biggest feature is a tentacle-like thing on the head. It is said that this tentacle is usually soft, but when extremely angry or excited, case, it will harden.
From a limp braid to an iron rod stuck straight on his head.
"We know each other." Curly nodded with an unkind expression, pointed at the two of them and said, "The Pu man is called Li Zhe, and the Tanas man is called David. They are also participants in the Capture the Flag Battle. Their boss has a problem with Boss Simon. , Li Zhe was responsible for the mammoth being destroyed in the melee."
"That's it... then you can play with them yourself."
Seeing Li Zhe and the Tanas man named David walking toward him, Lin Jie patted Curly Hair on the shoulder, turned around, lowered his head, and continued searching.
At the moment, he is just doing odd jobs for Simon. His purpose is to survive by hugging his thighs and find a way to leave the ninth prison.
As for Simon's personal grudges with others, he didn't want to get involved.
"Wait a minute..." Lin Jie thought about it, and suddenly his eyes froze, as if his attention was attracted by something, and he strode over.
At the same time, Li Zhe and David had also arrived in front of Curly Hair.
"Dison, I didn't expect to see you here."
Li Zhe put his hands behind his back and looked at Curly Hair in surprise: "You are really naive. The mecha is already damaged like that. You don't still want to participate in the competition, do you?"
"Isn't it possible?" Curly's tone was lukewarm.
"Yes, of course, I don't mind beating you up again..." The smile on Li Zhe's face became even stronger.
There have been five capture-the-flag battles, and seven of the twenty mechas in the twenty districts of the Ninth Prison have been scrapped. Naturally, these pilots have a certain degree of familiarity with each other.
Because of the rarity of professional pilots, generous benefits, and the fact that only the lowest level private-level field mechas competed.
Therefore, even the gray forces that dominate the Karl Star Kingdom cannot find high-level pilots to help their own people compete. Pioneer-level pilots like Li Zhe are already considered advanced.
Among the remaining twelve pilots, only three were at the same level as him.
Only Curly Hair was a brigadier general-level pilot, half a head higher than him. Although there was a clear gap in mecha performance, he still took away two victories from them.
Although the means used to defeat such people are disgraceful, it does not affect Li Zhe's sense of accomplishment.
The only pity is that he only damaged the cockpit and didn't kill the curly hair.
"Then let's see who kills who!" Curly Mao said tit for tat. He took two steps forward and stared at Li Zhe. He almost made a move, but was stopped by David next to him.
"Dison, who do you still dream of beating? Can your mecha really still be used?" David spread his two green palms and said with a smile: "You are just a pilot, even if you have some basic knowledge of mechanics. Knowledge, but you are just a pilot after all, how can you repair the mecha? You don’t even have a mechanic!"
"That's right, I would have forgotten if David didn't tell me."
Li Zhe looked at Curly Hair, and his smile became more sarcastic: "The mecha is so badly damaged, why do you have to compete? Just rely on your three-legged cat's mechanical maintenance skills?"
"Ha!" At this point, Curly Hair suddenly smiled: "I'm sorry, I may disappoint you, I have a mechanic!"
"Is there a mechanic? Where is he?"
Li Zhe frowned.
The mechanic who was supposed to enter the ninth prison with Curly Hair was killed by the forces behind him.
Even so, the Curls still won two of the first five games. Without reliable logistics, it is hard to say whether they could have defeated the Curls.
If there really is a mechanic who can repair Curly's mecha, then the next schedule will be even more severe.
"Right there!"
Curly sneered, turned around and raised his hand, pointing at Lin Jie not far away with a cool movement.
At this moment, he was proud because he felt that his shortcomings had been made up for, and he could then fight Li Zhe on relatively equal terms.
At the same time, it also tells the other person that he has what he has, so don’t look down on others every day.
However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.
Under the pale blue stars, Lin Jie stood on the garbage mountain, like an old farmer with his face turned to the loess and his back to the sky, lowering his head and patiently looking for something.
Suddenly, he seemed to have found it, his face lit up, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.
Then……
Zhi-bang!
After a moment of stiffness and a few seconds of twitching, Lin Jie's black hair quickly stood up. Then, as if he had been punched by someone, he leaned up and rolled down the ruins with a groan.
"Holy shit!"
This scene was so frightening that Curly Mao's face changed. He no longer cared about Li Zhe and David, and ran towards Lin Jie in a hurry.
"Lin Jie, Lin Jie, are you okay?"
