The war was about to break out. Outside Feiyuan Dragon Nest Arsenal, Qiming lowered his cloak.
The four elders and one dragon's capital are under Feiyuan's surveillance, which is good.
There are mercenary groups guarding every corner of the defense line, and the front and rear entrances were heavily inspected three days ago, which is not bad.
Therefore, it should still be good if the enemy's rear is empty and no one is monitoring you.
After all, it's been four days since he came here.
Hongying has been planning this battle for a long time. Qiming is an important chess piece, and An Neng has no arrangements.
People in the wasteland usually don't do good things, so most of them hide their appearance.
During the four days, Qiming was just like any wild dog who was tired from struggling in the wasteland and found a dragon's nest to rest and shelter for a while. He slept on the ground in the streets and alleys. Occasionally he took out the fire in his bag and had a wild and unrestrained manner, without causing any trouble. Notice.
He had not been in the safe world for a long time, so he had not forgotten his habits in the wasteland. He put on his cloak and hid his young face under the dirty scarf, leaving only a pair of gloomy eyes exposed.
Until today, I walked to the stage.
"Brother, are you hiring?"
Qiming spent all the fire in his backpack in four days. Suddenly, the city was closed and no one was allowed to enter or exit. Qiming seemed to have no choice but to walk into this alley.
In the dark corner, the huddled old man opened one eye and narrowed his eyes to look at Qiming.
The old face is covered with wrinkles, dry and chapped, hiding layers of wind and sand.
"What will you order?"
He is a scalper in the arsenal. Although it is semi-public, he can be found directly, at least he is not an outsider.
Not to mention Qiming's current appearance, which is obviously that of a wild dog that has been surviving in the wasteland for many years, will not arouse any suspicion.
Qiming mobilized the devil's poison in his body, and his eyes were dyed with a faint green light: "I can drive mechas, turret-type ones."
The old scalper's turbid eyes brightened obviously, but he also had a strong suspicion: "Are all pilots jumping solo these days?"
Mecha pilot, respected status!
The lowest level driver can enjoy the most respected treatment in the transport team!
Those who are a little bit powerful are always seedlings that enter the security world. Who doesn't cultivate them well in Dragon's Nest?
How could there be a solo jumper?
Qiming lowered his voice, slightly hoarse: "I was injured and the infection level surged. I once activated the Kunpeng team's mecha, but then it couldn't be activated again, and the Kunpeng team disappeared, so I wanted to give it a try."
The old man's eyes moved slightly.
That's pretty much what this kid said.
Driving a mecha requires mental strength that is strong enough to adapt to the mecha. There is no way to practice Yuanwu Dao in the wasteland. The most likely way for the wild dogs to suddenly pilot the mecha is to forcefully stimulate the opening of the heavenly orifices due to a surge in infection levels.
So, was it because the infection state was still unstable just now, so it failed later?
The old scalper was tempted.
Why do you make a scalper picture? Earn the difference.
What costs more than a driver?
These wild dogs don't know, but he does.
There is going to be a war in Feiyuan Dragon Nest!
A life-and-death battle.
Success, completely solidifying the top three position of Dragon Nest in the Wasteland of Kyushu.
Defeat, just fear of overturning, overnight.
At this time, an ordinary engineer is worth five kinds of fire, let alone a driver!
"It doesn't hurt to try. If you can activate the mecha, you will be treated like a pilot. If you can't, I will also get you the qualification to be a mecha logistics soldier. You can wait until the infection stabilizes before trying again."
"Thank you, senior."
Qiming's eyes were filled with excitement and he bowed deeply. And he quickly gave the old scalper two insect fire seeds.
The wrinkles on the old scalper's face seemed to be spread a lot, and he was even more proud of himself.
Logistics soldier?
In a war, there is no need for logistical troops.
If you can't pilot a mecha, you can die on the battlefield.
In this way, Qiming entered the arsenal of Feiyuan Dragon Nest.
It cannot be said that they were not vigilant, because the part of the warehouse that Qiming entered really only stored mechas.
As for mechas, after adjustment, you can basically use one per person, and you won’t be able to use it if others give it to you.
Half of the mechas in Feiyuan Dragon Nest have already headed to the front line. At this time, there are only five black-level mechas and two white-level mechas stored in the mecha warehouse.
Qiming looked like he had never seen the world and ran around excitedly. The old scalper wanted to scold him, but he thought he was just a fool from the village, so he just let him be happy.
Taking advantage of this gap, Qiming has mobilized the divine power of the third stage to understand the entire arsenal, including the spatial structure behind the walls.
"You're lucky kid. There happens to be an idle black-level turret here. I've taken care of it for you, eliminating all the messy processes and letting you try it directly."
After communicating with the person in charge of the mecha warehouse, the old scalper directly brought Qiming closer. This kid is lucky. Dragon Nest is trying to train pilots recently, otherwise it would not be so smooth.
Qiming showed a naive smile and nodded excitedly, but he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Now when, I don’t know better than you?
Train drivers? Do you want to recruit a large number of workers and send them to the battlefield to die?
"Seniors, please stay a little further away, lest I lose control."
Qiming looked very unsure, and the person in charge of the warehouse distanced himself with disgust, fearing that it would harm Chi Yu.
These days, any poor kid would dream of flying on a branch, and even dare to do whatever he wants to do with piloting a mecha.
"I'm warning you, don't do porcelain work without diamonds. No one will be responsible for your life if the connection to the spiritual system is not good!"
The old scalper hurriedly intervened: "Don't be excited, brother, it's just a wild dog. It doesn't matter if you let him try. It won't be a pity if he dies."
The person in charge calmed down a little, saying that if he died, he would die, it was no big deal. The war is imminent. If you really dig out a driver at this time, it is your own credit.
The two people retreated far away, so as not to be affected. Mechas are very dangerous. If you don't drive well, you'll often fall down. If you get too close and get smashed down, you will die unjustly and there will be no excuse.
Qi Ming walked up to the iron railing of the elevated platform alone and stood in front of the mecha cockpit.
Well, it’s fully charged and full, which is pretty good.
The two of them were still staring at Qi Ming extremely nervously, wanting to hide back again. Qi Ming had already raised his hand and touched the mecha's chest.
"Mecha "Greenleaf" started successfully
Remaining energy: 100%
Ammunition depot: 1,000 conventional bombs and 10 grenade cannons.
Armor intact
moving possible
Connecting to driver"
Qiming put on his helmet, entered the cockpit, and leaned on the joystick.
Like any ordinary driver, he opens a row of buttons inside the cockpit in a formal manner.
"The driver's neural connection is successful. Adaptability: 100%, all restrictions have been lifted."
