Milan, Meido and Nia were chatting outside the frontline headquarters building. Milan had sharp eyes and immediately saw the fat man walking out of the building dejectedly. She ran to the fat man and snatched the commendation order in his hand to read.

The face that was still a bit naughty became more and more annoyed as she read. In the end, she couldn't help but exclaim, "What's going on here? Fatty, you still have a prison term of one and a half years! No way, I'll tell the teacher!"

Yuri's eyes lit up. Right! Didn't I have to stay in the laboratory for two years? The two guys with their own purposes immediately ran away. One wanted to continue being domineering, and the other just wanted to save his life. Only Meido and Nia were left looking at each other in dismay.Boswell was very annoyed! The frontline headquarters usually dragged its feet in maintenance, wasting so much precious time. Now they actually wanted to take away the fat man painstakingly cultivated by him with just a transfer order. How could it be so easy?!

In the old man's heart, Yuri was at least half his own disciple now. Although Yuri was still not competent for overly cutting-edge research due to his knowledge limitations, his learning ability, comprehension ability and even creativity were definitely top-notch among the students the old man had seen. Moreover, his super-strong hands-on ability was a great guarantee for the old man to be fully immersed in research. Boswell believed that in a few years, Yuri would definitely become a top mecha and weapons expert.

Besides, this lovely fat man was so obedient. As soon as the old man's catchphrase "shoot to death" came out, Yuri immediately became as silent as a cicada. The old man's all orders were definitely carried out unconditionally.

"Where can I find such a good fat man in the future?"

The old man's temper of protecting his favorite completely erupted!

Angrily, Boswell directly barged into Bernadotte's office. Then, the whole building heard the old man's roar! This roar lasted for a whole hour. In the end, Bernadotte, who couldn't bear it anymore, directly asked the guards to carry out the crazy old man who was shouting.

Boswell was extremely angry!

"Fatty, follow me!" The old man had lost his reason!

Back in the underground laboratory, the old man took out Fatty's identity from the central computer and while using his authority to modify it, he said through gritted teeth, "What federal secrets? Fatty! I now recruit you into the Garipalan Military Academy and directly become a specially recruited graduate student tutored by me and be promoted to the second person in charge of this laboratory! You can take any mecha or weapon in the laboratory as you wish. Those confidentiality clauses are useless to you!"

"Protecting these equipments is your first task! The federal technology confidentiality regulations allow you to choose to retreat on the battlefield by yourself!"

After modifying Yuri's identity, the old man continued, "Now I'll get you an equipment list in the laboratory. You choose! As a graduate student of our academy, as long as you serve for one year, you can choose to return to the academy for further study. Then I'll get you back!"

Leaving a room full of stunned people, the old man directly entered his research room.

Yuri simply loved this lovely old man to death. This was great. He could choose any equipment in the laboratory!!

Milan pulled the fat man to her laboratory and pointed to the mecha made of bionic two-state metal and said to the fat man, "You dead fat man, I'll give this to you." Milan's eyes were shining

Yuri actually shook his head! Milan felt that she was about to go crazy. How could there be such an ungrateful fat man in this world?!

When the fat man saw that Milan's expression was wrong, he quickly explained, "I definitely want this mecha. But this one is too beautiful. If it goes on the battlefield, it will be a living target."

Milan tilted her head and thought for a moment and agreed with the fat man's statement."Right. This first prototype is made according to the idea of a high-level private mecha and is very different from a standard mecha. Then which mecha are you going to choose? The others are much worse than this one."

The fat man had already had a plan. He said with , "Isn't there material for the second mecha ready in the material room? I still have a month before I report to the army. I'm going to use these materials to make my own mecha. Hehe."

In the following month, Yuri mobilized everyone in the whole laboratory to participate in the development of the new mecha. Each part was manufactured and processed by everyone according to the drawings drawn by Yuri. The main manufacturing and final assembly work was done by the fat man himself.

Yuri locked himself in Milan's exclusive laboratory. No one knew what this mecha would look like in the end. Only everyone often heard the arguments between the fat man and Milan in the laboratory. In the end, usually Milan would come out with a livid face and slam the door, scolding, "This idiot who wastes materials!!!"

The manufacturing of the mecha became a guessing game in which the whole laboratory participated. Everyone was looking forward to the day when the mecha took shape. Since all the indicators and parts of the first mecha were very mature, this new mecha could never be worse than the first mecha in terms of data. The biggest problem was what its initial form would be.Finally, the fat man announced that the mecha had been successfully developed. It was time to reveal the answer.

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Looking at the fat man's shining eyes, everyone was looking forward to it. However, this expectation all turned into disappointed sighs at the moment when the curtain covering the mecha slipped off.

The second-generation standard mecha of the Leray Federation, Warcraft III, is six meters tall, a single-soldier humanoid mecha. It was manufactured in 2030 of the New Era and has a service life of 20 years. In fact, this kind of mecha was gradually phased out after being actually equipped in the army for 10 years. Now the main task of the few remaining Warcraft mechas in the army is to load and unload heavy objects. In the past thirty years, the standard mecha has developed to the seventh generation. The gap between them is like that between an old-fashioned car and a flying car. They are completely incomparable.

The original form of this mecha was actually made into Warcraft III. And it looked even more dilapidated than those Warcraft mechas that had been in service for more than thirty years and were loading and unloading various ore materials every day.

Looking at this wobbly thing that seemed to fall down at any time, everyone was thinking, "Is this fat man's brain flooded? So many cutting-edge scientific and technological achievements were put together to make such a thing?"

All eyes were on Yuri, seemingly waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.

Looking at the vicious eyes of everyone and Milan's emotion that was about to erupt at any time, Yuri knew that if he couldn't explain clearly this time, he wouldn't have to go to the front line. He would be beaten to death by the crowd.

Yuri appeased everyone's emotions with a flattering smile and explained, "I know that the reason of avoiding becoming a conspicuous target on the battlefield is definitely not sufficient. After all, the most ordinary ones should be the current sixth and seventh generation standard mechas. However, as a second-generation mecha, it can still play a role today. Warcraft III hides a secret. It is the most structurally reasonable humanoid mecha in the history of mecha design!"Yuri's words caused an uproar. No matter how excellent the second-generation mecha is, it is only the second generation. Technology is constantly advancing. How could the structure of the second-generation mecha be better than that of the seventh-generation mecha?

Yuri gave the answer to this statement: "Because of the progress of mecha materials and the clear division of specialized mechas, all-round mechas and transforming mechas have completely declined. Whether it needs speed, needs defense or needs attack, various types of mechas are developing in their respective fields. The fastest racing car is not the most load-bearing vehicle. This principle is actually very simple."

"Good point." Boswell somehow also came to Milan's laboratory at this time. He affirmed Yuri's statement and then said, "The Warcraft III mecha was designed under the leadership of my teacher, Dr. Hill. The concept at that time was completely different from now. But in terms of the structure of humanoid mechas, Warcraft can indeed be said to be the top. As the assistant of Teacher Hill, I am very familiar with the data of Warcraft. Such a structure combines defense, speed and strength. It is indeed the best choice for making a humanoid mecha with bionic two-state metal."

The old man patted Yuri on the shoulder and smiled, "Good work."

Looking at the fat man's proud look, Milan standing beside him gave him a hard kick.

For the petty actions between his two disciples, Boswell turned a blind eye and said to the fat man who was hopping on one foot, "Follow me to the laboratory. I've got what you want ready."Boswell had stayed in this laboratory for decades. Of course, he was the one who knew best what good things there were. The things prepared for Yuri were also selected by Yuri from a thick catalog.

Military boots that can increase running speed, protective clothing that can simulate the surrounding environment and counter biological radars, more sensitive listening devices, a light knife for mechas, a silent sniper rifle in the style of an antique M1 Garand rifle, an automatic mechanical maintenance arm with more functions, and an alloy dagger named "Bloody".These were equipped for Yuri. And almost all the other laboratory research results were on his new mecha, including the latest radar, the latest composite armor, the latest control system, the best super energy engine, fire control system, improved top-level energy cannon, etc. There were also some strange devices that were Yuri's own obscene inventions.

"Do a good job. Remember, you are my student. Whoever bullies you, you hit back!" Looking at the fat man who was almost fully armed, Boswell was still a bit worried. He took out a new energy compressor and handed it to him, saying, "Install this on your mecha too."

"Remember! Don't disgrace the laboratory!" The old man cautioned.

However, this requirement was relatively difficult for this cowardly and obscene fat man who was especially not afraid of disgracing himself. This wretch thought in his heart, "What is disgracing?"

When Yuri was almost at the door of Boswell's exclusive laboratory, the old man gave his final warning.

"In war, no matter how perfect the equipment is, a person cannot become an omnipotent god."

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There were still two days left before the one-month period was up. Yuri had to report to the location of his unit on the specified date. When boarding the transport ship, Milan gave her Mauser pistol to Yuri. She was the only one seeing him off. Meido and Nia had gone to the 101st Ground-based Aviation Flight Brigade still stationed in New Rome City before the fat man. This was their original combat unit. After passing the review, they were ordered to return to their unit directly.

The transport ship took off. Sitting among a pile of supplies, Yuri had some complicated emotions about his future. He had always yearned for a peaceful life. Now he was finally thrown into the raging flames of war again. He didn't know if he could survive until the end of the war. After more than twenty escapes, he was no longer the rookie who was so scared that he peed his pants. For the upcoming new battle, in addition to some resistance in his nature, there was actually a trace of anticipation and excitement. These completely opposite emotions made him at a loss.

The two warring sides on the planet Miluo had formed a situation of confrontation between east and west. In order to seize air supremacy, the space fleets of both sides fought extremely fiercely in the vast universe. The battles between ground-based aviation forces in the atmosphere were also in full swing. However, the supporting role in wars in this era—the battles between armies—burst out with even more brilliant light than the life-and-death battles in the air!

In modern wars that compete for resources, consumption and national strength, if the two warring sides are evenly matched, then in addition to peace, the war will inevitably evolve to another extreme, that is, endless killing. Such a war will definitely give rise to the so-called meat grinder battlefield.

Now, all the intelligence showed that there was only one place most likely to have such a situation, and that was Cato City on the Tropic of Cancer.

But all this was unknown to Yuri who had been away from the war for half a year.When the transport ship slowly landed, he was ready to meet the future.

"Life and death are predestined!"

The fat man with a bachelor's temperament was full of heroic spirit.