Apocalyptic Game

There are currently 1251 internal students in the Mecha Academy of Tiangong Refuge, and only 20 of these people can eventually become Mecha pilots.

There are more than one hundred soul burial players in this world, and more than one hundred soul burial players are distributed all over the world, at least in this Tiangong shelter, Wang Luoxuan did not see any players other than himself. But this is also just right. The presence of players makes Wang Luoxuan even more disturbed. After all, only players understand players.

In this world, some players may live like civilians, and some players may still be struggling to survive. Wang Luoxuan is still doing well at least now. If Wang Luoxuan did not hammer and explode the nine scales, but was beaten and exploded by the nine scales, even if Wang Luoxuan survived, he would be dispatched to the ground for ground investigation.

But now that Wang Luoxuan enters this mecha academy, at least the first step is successful...

"Everything happens when the mecha pilot drives the mecha to fight with alien monsters. For example, your legs will be hoisted, and you will be swayed wildly by the alien monsters, and you only have one chance to hit the vital point. At that time, what should you do? This is why we lifted you up. After all, the mechas are synchronized with the pilot. If you are too weak, then even the most powerful mechas will be vulnerable."

Wang Luoxuan was hung upside down by the rope, and his body was constantly shaking at a high frequency from side to side, and the 50 students in Wang Luoxuan's class were in the same situation as Wang Luoxuan.

"There are only 10 bullets in the gun in your hand. Lin Mu, a mecha pilot, has also experienced your training. In his first training, all 10 bullets hit a target 100 meters away, and all They all hit the bullseye. There are not many people who can reach that record."

"Lin Mu, is the person who was knocked out by the nine scales?" Wang Luoxuan whispered, unexpectedly that guy was still a record-setting person.

Hanging upside down, shaking constantly, Wang Luoxuan held the gun in both hands at that moment and held his breath...At that moment, Wang Luoxuan seized the opportunity, locked the target in front of him and pulled the trigger...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Wang Luoxuan, all empty targets!"

"Fuck..." Wang Luoxuan couldn't help but yelled in his heart. Sure enough, it was too difficult to hit the target in this situation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ling Fei! Ten shots, all ten rings!"

"Awesome! The special forces are different! I heard that he is still the nephew of commander Ling Qiansheng."

"It's really amazing, maybe one of the main forces driving mecha battles in the future!"

The students talked in a low voice, and Wang Luoxuan also noticed that the guy named Ling Fei had a cold look. From the instructor's words, Wang Luoxuan also knew that the guy came out of the special forces.

A qualified soldier is not necessarily a qualified mecha driver, but every mecha driver is definitely a qualified soldier. Everyone who can come to this mecha academy, not to mention that all of them are born soldiers, but they definitely have the talent to drive mecha.

Except for Ling Fei passing alone, everyone else was trained in this way for a day. Although the training was very strict, it was also because the mecha pilot was different from the others.

Although Wang Luoxuan shot frequently in the apocalypse of the wasteland, he was still far behind Ling Fei's professional.

These trainings were much more tiring than the military training Wang Luoxuan had experienced, and even stricter than the training before the end of the wasteland crusade. After the measurement of this day, Wang Luoxuan went back to the dormitory and collapsed directly on the bed. Can't wake up.

auzw.com Wang Luoxuan knows that now he is in a low-level world, so the ways to become stronger are very limited, and now he can only make himself stronger through his continuous efforts.

...

The sound of the waves echoed in his ears, and thick fog filled the surroundings. Wang Luoxuan lay on a broken plank, floating above the sea. In the depths of the thick fog, Wang Luoxuan could vaguely see an island...

Wang Luoxuan lay on the wooden board and swam to the island...

...

The dazzling light of Liming Tower shone on Wang Luoxuan's face through the window. Under the stimulation of the sunlight, Wang Luoxuan opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light...

"Strange, why is that dream again? What does that island represent?" Wang Luoxuan sat up from the bed. The first time he had that dream, it was at the end of the wasteland. Everything in that dream was so real.

Look at the time, there are still 20 minutes to train, Wang Luoxuan quickly got up and went to wash...

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Luoxuan opened the door and saw two people dressed as doctors...

"Mr. Wang Luoxuan, this is a medicine to treat your schizophrenia. Please take it on time." The doctor handed two white pills to Wang Luoxuan. Wang Luoxuan took the pills and threw them into his mouth...

"I'm going to wash, if nothing happens, please leave!" Wang Luoxuan closed the door after speaking.

Wang Luoxuan, who entered the bathroom, immediately vomited the pills into the toilet. After all, it was impossible for Wang Luoxuan to believe in anyone other than himself. As for medicine, he could not eat it indiscriminately.

"Who are you?" Wang Luoxuan looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself. He has always felt that the self in the mirror is so strange.

From the end of the wasteland, when Wang Luoxuan dreamed that he had killed Li Yunyi, Wang Luoxuan realized that something was really wrong with him.

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After washing up, Wang Luoxuan arranged his clothes and set off immediately. Today's course is close combat, which is exactly what Wang Luoxuan needs.

"Today's course is more famous Israeli martial arts and Chinese martial arts. Once Chinese martial arts were classified as killing skills in the era of no guns, and later were cut off by the predecessors in the peace era, only leaving the role of strengthening the body. Of course, this is not a peaceful age, so I need you to learn these, and then drive the mecha to tear the monsters that take our future to pieces. These can not be practiced overnight, so whether it is practice of spear skills or fighting The exercises are all your compulsory courses! Understand?"

"understand!"

Although this kind of training is boring and boring, it is all about preparing for driving the mecha in the future, and Wang Luoxuan also uses this method to make himself stronger. Even if he leaves this world in the future, he can also improve his chances of survival in other worlds.

Wang Luoxuan studied all this seriously. Compared with these students, he was indeed a relatively weak one, and if he wanted to stand out among these guys, he had to work harder. Perhaps these trainings can make up for his shortcomings in close combat, after all, Wang Luoxuan can only use the basic fighting skills brought out in the end of the wasteland.

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