Chapter 19

Milan, Meiduo, and Nia were chatting outside the front - line headquarters building. Milan, with sharp eyes, immediately spotted Tian Kaiwen walking out of the building dejectedly. She ran to the fatty's side, snatched the commendation order from his hand, and started reading it.

The somewhat playful expression on her face gradually turned into annoyance as she read. Finally, she couldn't help but exclaim, "What's this all about? Fatty, you still have a year and a half of your prison term left! No way, I'm going to tell the teacher!"

The fatty's eyes lit up. Right, wasn't he supposed to stay in the laboratory for two years? The two with their own ulterior motives took off running. One wanted to continue to lord it over, and the other just wanted to save his life. Only Meiduo and Nia were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Boswell was furious! The front - line headquarters had always been dilatory in maintenance work, wasting so much precious time. Now, they thought they could take away the fatty he had painstakingly trained with just a transfer order. How could it be that easy?!

In the old man's heart, the fatty was at least half of his personal disciple. Although the fatty couldn't yet handle overly advanced research due to his limited knowledge, his learning ability, comprehension ability, and even creativity were absolutely top - notch among the students the old man had ever seen. Moreover, his extraordinary practical ability was a great guarantee for the old man to fully immerse himself in research. Boswell believed that in just a few years, the fatty would surely become a top - notch mecha and weapons expert.

Besides, this adorable fatty was so obedient. As soon as the old man's catchphrase "execute by firing squad" came out, the fatty would immediately fall silent, and he would unconditionally carry out all the old man's orders.

"Where else can I find such a good fatty?"

The old man's protective - of - his - own - kind temper flared up completely!

Fuming with anger, Boswell stormed directly into Bernadotte's office. Then, the entire building heard the old man's roar! This roar lasted for a full hour. Finally, the exasperated Bernadotte directly ordered the guards to carry out the raving old man.

Boswell was seething with rage!

"Fatty, come with me!" The old man had lost his rationality!

Back in the underground laboratory, the old man pulled up the fatty's identity information from the central computer. While using his authority to modify it, he gritted his teeth and said, "To hell with federal secrets, fatty! I'm enrolling you in the Garypalan Military Academy now. You'll directly become a specially - recruited postgraduate under my guidance and be promoted to the second - in - command of this laboratory! You can take any mecha or weapon in the laboratory. Those confidentiality clauses don't apply to you!"

"Protecting these equipment is your first task! The Federal Science and Technology Secrecy Regulations allow you to choose to retreat on the battlefield by yourself!"

After modifying the fatty's identity, the old man continued, "Now I'm going to get you a list of the equipment in the laboratory. You can choose for yourself! As a postgraduate of our academy, after serving for one year, you can choose to return to the academy for further study. Then I'll get you back here!"

Leaving the people in the room stunned, the old man walked straight into his research room.

The fatty absolutely adored this lovely old man. He was in luck now, getting to choose from all the equipment in the laboratory!!!

Milan immediately pulled the fatty into her laboratory and pointed at the mecha made of bio - two - state metal, saying to the fatty, "You dead fatty, I'll give you this one." Milan's eyes were shining, looking like she couldn't wait to stir up trouble.

Surprisingly, the fatty shook his head! Milan felt like she was about to go crazy. How could there be such an ungrateful fatty in the world?!

Seeing that Milan's expression was off, the fatty quickly explained, "I definitely want this mecha, but it's too beautiful. It'll be a sitting duck on the battlefield."

Milan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then agreed with the fatty's statement.

"You're right. This Prototype One was made following the concept of a high - end private mecha, which is quite different from the standard mecha. So, which mecha are you going to choose? The others are much inferior to this one."

The fatty had already made up his mind and grinned wickedly, "Aren't there materials for Prototype Two prepared in the material room? I still have a month before I report to the troops. I plan to use these materials to build my own mecha. Hehe."

...

In the following month, the fatty mobilized everyone in the entire laboratory to participate in the development of the new mecha. Each component was manufactured and processed by everyone according to the drawings drawn by the fatty, while the main body manufacturing and the final assembly work were completed by the fatty himself.

Tian Kaiwen locked himself in Milan's exclusive laboratory. No one knew what the mecha would look like in the end. However, everyone often heard the fatty and Milan arguing in the laboratory. Usually, Milan would storm out with a livid face, shouting, "This idiot who wastes materials!!!"

The manufacturing of the mecha became a guessing game that the whole laboratory participated in. Everyone was looking forward to the day when the mecha would take shape. Since all the indicators and components of Prototype One were very mature, this new mecha, judging from the data, was definitely not inferior to Prototype One. The biggest question was what its initial form would be.

Finally, the fatty announced that the mecha was successfully developed, and it was time to reveal the mystery.

Looking at the fatty's eyes shining with excitement, everyone was full of anticipation. However, the moment the curtain covering the mecha fell, all that anticipation turned into disappointed sighs.

The Leray Federation's second - generation standard mecha, the "Warcraft III" model, was six meters tall, a single - soldier humanoid mecha. It was manufactured in 2030 of the New Era, with a service life of 20 years. In fact, this type of mecha was gradually phased out ten years after it was actually equipped in the military. The few remaining "Warcraft" mechas in the military now were mainly used for loading and unloading heavy objects. In the past thirty years, the standard mecha had developed to the seventh generation. The gap between them was like that between an old - fashioned car and a flying car, completely incomparable.

The original form of this mecha was actually made into the "Warcraft III" model, and it looked even more tattered than those "Warcraft" mechas that had been in service for over thirty years and were used to load and unload various ores every day.

Looking at this wobbling thing that seemed about to fall down at any moment, everyone was thinking, "Has this fatty lost his mind? With so many advanced scientific and technological achievements, he came up with such a thing?"

All eyes turned to Tian Kaiwen, as if waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.

Seeing the venomous looks from everyone and Milan's emotions on the verge of a final outburst, the fatty knew that if he couldn't explain clearly this time, he wouldn't even need to go to the front line; he would be beaten to death by the crowd.

The fatty tried to soothe everyone's emotions with an obsequious smile and explained, "I know the reason of avoiding being 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, the 'Warcraft III' still plays a role today because it hides a secret. It is the humanoid mecha with the most reasonable structure in the history of mecha design!"

The fatty's words caused an uproar. No matter how excellent the second - generation mecha was, it was still just a second - generation mecha. With the continuous progress of technology, how could the structure of the second - generation mecha be better than that of the seventh - generation mecha?

The fatty provided an answer to this statement, "Because of the progress of mecha materials and the clear division of specialized mechas, all - around mechas and transformable mechas have completely declined. Whether it's speed, defense, or attack power that's needed, each type of mecha has developed in its own field. The fastest racing car is not the one that can carry the most weight. This principle is actually very simple."

"Well said." Boswell, who had come to Milan's laboratory at some point, affirmed Tian Kaiwen's statement and continued, "The 'Warcraft III' mecha was designed under the auspices of my teacher, Dr. Hill. The concept at that time was completely different from now. However, in terms of the structure of humanoid mechas, the 'Warcraft' can indeed be said to be the top - notch. As an assistant to Dr. Hill, I'm very familiar with the data of the 'Warcraft'. This kind of structure combines defense, speed, and strength, and it is indeed the best choice for making a humanoid mecha with bio - two - state metal."

The old man patted Tian Kaiwen on the shoulder and smiled, "The work is quite good."

Seeing the fatty's smug look, Milan, who was standing beside him, kicked him hard.

Boswell turned a blind eye to the little interaction between the two disciples and said to the fatty, who was hopping around holding his foot, "Come with me to the laboratory. I've prepared what you asked for."

Boswell had been in this laboratory for decades. Naturally, he knew best what good things were there. The things he prepared for the fatty were also selected by the fatty from a thick catalog.

Military boots that could increase running speed, a protective suit that could simulate the surrounding environment and counter biological radar, a more sensitive listening device, a light - saber for mecha use, a silent sniper rifle in the style of the antique M1 Garand rifle, a multi - functional automatic mechanical maintenance arm, and an alloy dagger named "Blood - colored".

These were for the fatty's personal equipment, while 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, the fire - control system, the improved top - level energy cannon, etc. There were also some strange devices that were the fatty's own despicable inventions.

"Do a good job. Remember, you're my student. If anyone bullies you, you fight back!" Boswell looked at the fatty, who was almost armed to the teeth, still a bit worried, and then took out a new - type energy compressor and handed it to him, saying, "Install this on your mecha too."

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

However, this requirement was quite difficult for this cowardly, despicable, and particularly shameless fatty. The wretch was thinking to himself, "What exactly is considered a disgrace?"

When the fatty was about to walk out of Boswell's exclusive laboratory, the old man gave his final warning, "In war, no matter how perfect the equipment is, one person can't become an omnipotent God."

...

There were only two days left in the one - month period. The fatty had to report to the troops' location within the specified date. When boarding the transport ship, Milan gave the fatty her Mauser pistol. She was the only one seeing him off. Meiduo and Nia had gone to the 101st Ground - based Aviation Squadron, which was still stationed in New Rome City, ahead of the fatty. This was their original combat unit. After passing the review, they were ordered to return to the unit directly.

The transport ship took off. Sitting among a pile of supply materials, the fatty had complex emotions about his future. He, who had always yearned for an ordinary life, was finally thrown back into the thick of the war. He didn't know if he could survive until the end of the war. His more than twenty escapes had made him no longer the newbie who would wet his pants from fear. For the upcoming new battle, besides some natural resistance, there was actually a glimmer of anticipation and excitement. These completely opposite emotions left him at a loss.

The two warring sides on the Milok Planet had formed an east - west confrontation. In order to seize air superiority, the space fleets of both sides were engaged in a fierce battle in the vast universe. The battles between the ground - based aviation forces in the atmosphere were also in full swing. And the battles between the armies, the supporting role in this era of war, burst out with even more brilliant light than the life - and - death struggles in the air!

In modern wars that pit resources, consumption, and national strength against each other, if the two warring sides are evenly matched, then apart from peace, the war will inevitably evolve into another extreme, that is, endless killing. Such a war will surely give rise to so - called meat - grinder battlefields.

Now, all the intelligence indicated that there was only one place where such a situation was most likely to occur, and that was Kato City, located on the Tropic of Cancer.

And all of this was unknown to the fatty, who had been away from the war for half a year.

When the transport ship slowly landed, he had already prepared himself to face the future.

"If I die, so be it; if I don't, I'll live a long life!"

The fatty, with his bachelor - like temperament, was full of heroic spirit.