The control feel of the virtual combat machine is quite impressive. Sitting on it, you have the illusion of being on the battlefield, fundamentally differing from the Galactic Warfare; it's a training tool tailored for super soldiers, and I never thought the day would come when I would sit on this.

However, even though Comrade Zhang Xiaobo plays Star Wars every night, Galactic Warfare is ultimately a game, and its training nature can't compare to this professional setup.

The first stage of training recovery is basic control training for mobile soldiers, which includes standing upright, running, turning, deep squatting, and jumping.

In an instant, a virtual battlefield map appeared in front of Zhang Xiaobo, listening to Mr. K issuing various tasks within the virtual combat machine, Zhang Xiaobo dismissively curled his lips. Such child's play isn't difficult, even for an average player of Galactic Warfare.

Yet when he actually sat in the familiar Assembly 9th Generation, there seemed to be an overwhelming surge of emotions arising from the depths of his being. Moreover, the feel of controlling a real mecha is incomparable to any game, with its sensitive controls and reflex responses instantly triggering a profound sense of nostalgia for Zhang Xiaobo. In that moment, he seemed to return to being 17 again, back to when he first entered Wind Thunder Military Academy, experiencing the wonderful moments of controlling the metal giant for the first time.

He especially remembered the days during the competition gatherings of various military academies, fighting alongside his instructor Feng Yi and the brothers from all over; those were truly fiery, moving days — now, as time slips backward, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, yet he still hasn't forgotten the familiar military tunes of Wind Thunder Academy, nor the time he secretly admired Sheng Qiangwei.

Such times are simply too nostalgic! At some point, a crystalline teardrop appeared at the corner of Zhang Xiaobo's eye, yet he wouldn't let anyone notice, for tears are a sign of weakness for a man.

Today, he's returned to the army as a reservist, now riding the mecha once again, with a reason that fails to convince himself.

Zhang Xiaobo particularly remembered, three days ago when he spoke these words to Sara, the scene where he was strongly advised against it; only then did Zhang Xiaobo come to realize that he wasn't truly afraid of death, nor did he shy away from returning to the battlefield, but instead wanted to commemorate his lost youth in such an extraordinary way.

If only time could go back to ten years ago, what a delight that would be, no matter how fleeting, even just a day to see people from back then, like Feng Yi; he wanted to drink a bit with Feng Yi and talk about life's insights from these years.

But everything is gone, and now, he can only find some missing things through this special method.

In an instant of reversed thoughts, controlling the Assembly 9th Generation, Zhang Xiaobo trembled all over... He is Zhang Xiaobo from the Normandy Super Fleet, a warrior without his military uniform! Only the passion in his heart hasn't burned out.

Boom! Accompanied by the thunderous engine of the mecha, the Assembly 9th Generation at this instant was like a wild horse breaking free, under 200 hits per second continuous manipulation, the machine suddenly leaps forwards a thousand meters away, performing series of high-difficulty maneuvers in the void, textbook signature moves, any ace in the army couldn't do it better than him.

Zhang Xiaobo's hands controlling the machine revealed faint shadows, drawing, tapping, sword drawing, straight thrust, with a first-hit accuracy rate of 99%, withstanding gravitational acceleration nearing 40 times.

A subtle expression finally surfaced upon Mr. K's face as he quietly observed each index! 38.8 times gravitational endurance, an upgrade stage in the Super White Cloak level, hasn't seen such a driver for years now, and wouldn't have thought this unassuming fatty could control the mecha to such a refined degree.

Talk about basic recovery training; even a super soldier can't do better than him, even a super soldier might not steel faster than him!

Excited, Mr. K sprang to his feet from the chair, wanting to interrupt Zhang Xiaobo and inform him that the current basic recovery could entirely skip, but he is equally reluctant to miss the brilliant moment before his eyes.

Since taking the position in the Critical Department, no, precisely speaking, aside from historical records, Mr. K has never witnessed an explosive-type warrior.

The videos from those records don't offer the detailed view as being personally present does, meanwhile, the Federation cannot locate explosive-type super soldiers, even in the past, such extreme warriors were rare, Sky Shadow was one, Revenge Shadow Rider was one, Desert Storm was one, and the other was Hugo.

Despite the varying strengths of the above four individuals, it must be admitted, in confrontations, such warriors are the most intimidating, their bodies akin to a bomb possibly ready to explode anytime, possessing the ability to surpass levels instantaneously.

Unfortunately, due to various reasons, these individuals have all disappeared, no longer riding mobile soldiers. The most representative of explosive realism had to be Revenge Shadow Rider, widely acknowledged, but even such a legendary presence has vanished from this era.

Some say, Revenge Shadow Rider left, some say he was Feng Yi and is dead; Mr. K is far from a fan of Shadow Rider, yet he equally yearns to meet Revenge Shadow Rider, to personally experience the scenes of that magnificent era, except back then he was just a border star region special operative executive, having no chance at all to meet these warriors more fleeting than celestial steeds, not even a chance to shake hands.

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