This didn't align with Devil Gold's training, but Li Feng just took it as hot air. In the robot's view, a warrior should be a zombie-faced machine, expressionlessly and rigidly executing combat techniques. But Li Feng disagreed—that wouldn't make him human. He wanted to become a warrior, not a fighting machine. Two months later, there was a new maturity in Li Feng's brow, a touch of unrestrained wildness, and of course, a perfect sixty-one points.
"Heh, Devil Gold, how about it? Basic training's over, time to let me get on a mech, right? How about we skip the BS001 and you get me a set of mechs from your place to try out? How's that?"}
"Master, you've passed the first half of the warrior program. Next comes mobile suit training, in two steps. Step one is theory class—an excellent mobile suit pilot must have matching theoretical knowledge; only then can you truly operate well. Once you pass the first step exam, you can pilot a mobile suit. BS001 is still a training model. After you finish, you can choose any unit you like."
When he heard 'theory exam,' Li Feng completely tuned out everything after that. It felt no different from a bolt out of the blue. God, is this a joke? After coming all the way to a place like this, there's still a theory test? His IQ just didn't get along with all those rules and regulations！
And failing here wouldn't just earn him contempt from his parents and Ma Ka—this time, it’s his life on the line.
Ignoring Li Feng's opinion entirely, the mobile suit theory training session began. But the situation was a hundred times better than Li Feng’s wild guesses. Xiao Jin wasn't going to teach him how to manufacture mobile suits, nor explain circuit energy principles or anything like that. Instead, he covered the basic components a pilot must understand—illustrated with pictures and text, allowing the most convenient disassembly in this virtual world. And any question Li Feng had was answered. The knowledge wasn't too far ahead of existing Earth theories, but due to the technological level, Xiao Jin's explanations were still overly advanced. When pointing out certain issues, they were completely ahead of their time. This benefited Li Feng immensely—he genuinely fell in love with this kind of lesson, as clear as a top surgeon dissecting a human body.
Xiao Jin didn't waste many words, but Li Feng still sensed the gap from some details. Existing human models—including some unpublicized ones—were used by Xiao Jin as examples for analysis, their pros and cons laid out clearly. It still preferred NUP's designs, which had advantages over USE, but it didn't understand why USE didn't use the same superior models.
Li Feng knew this loud and clear. Humans did have some excellent warriors who could pilot those high-end models, but on the battlefield, besides quality, it was quantity that also determined victory or defeat.
During World War II, one very important reason Germany lost the war against the Soviet Union was this: German main battle tanks were superior in every aspect, rigorously manufactured—a trait ingrained in the German character—allowing them to serve for a long time, while Soviet tanks were crude, with thin armor; even if they weren't destroyed in battle, their service life was only one or two years. However, in the war, for every hundred high-quality tanks Germany produced, the Soviet Union could produce thousands. Quantity overwhelms everything.
The same applies in the great mecha wars. Initially, NUP's mobile suits were definitely superior to USE's, yet they gained no advantage. The reason was that one NUP warrior had to fight against five or more USE mobile suits.
This is clearly something the Maya civilization, which can manufacture anything they want, cannot understand.
The two months of theory classes were Li Feng's paradise; he was completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge. Xiao Jin's explanations were naturally different from the classroom teacher's, and the knowledge about mobile suits and some astronomy and geography was exactly what Li Feng liked most. When studying theory, his active engagement was much higher than passive learning, and Li Feng was so absorbed that he lost track of time. Of course, four hours each day were dedicated to physical training, which could never be stopped.
The theory class that Li Feng dreaded the most passed easily, and he still felt it wasn't enough. But what came next interested him even more: piloting a mobile suit！
Although the simulation level in the cosmic war game was already very high, it was still worlds apart from the actual environment he was in now. In this world created by Devil Gold, everything was no different from reality. A five-meter-tall BS001 appeared before him. Even though he was mentally prepared, seeing it still made him very excited.
This was the final item: mobile suit training. Although the foundation had been laid, there were still many things to do. In Xiao Jin's view, so-called low-level techniques like the Thomas Flare Slash were nothing, and the course had already demonstrated many terrifying killing moves. Now, Li Feng would experience it firsthand.
Doing moves alone is completely meaningless. All techniques must be applied in actual combat. The environment and opponents are extremely important. The tactics for dealing with one mobile suit are completely different from those for dealing with a group of mobile suits, and the environment is even more critical, affecting at least thirty percent of combat factors. Naval combat, desert combat, aerial combat, space station combat—they're all completely different. Moreover, according to Devil Gold's information, both NUF and USE have already developed all-weather combat mobile suits, but it's still top-secret and not mass-producible. Given the speed of human technological development, these problems will be solved soon, so it must be included in training.
Devil Gold is meticulous about movements. Training must be rigid—every movement must be done correctly. But in actual combat, you have to be flexible, reacting according to the actual situation. Take the Thomas Flare Slash, for example. Normally, three rotations achieve maximum attack power, but there's no need to always do three rotations. Just like Li Feng's second victory, he only did half a rotation, which achieved the best effect. Those who robotically copy are idiots.
Li Feng personally experienced the difficulty of controlling the machine with his body. A significant portion of the driving force acts on the pilot. Without a strong physique, he might as well go home and play games.
But no matter how hard and tiring it was, Li Feng's passion for mobile suits had overwhelmed everything. He was now completely in the zone. Just as things were heating up, the surrounding environment began to blur, letting out a whirring sound.
Energy warning, energy warning. Entering sleep mode in ten seconds. Please leave immediately, master. Please leave immediately.
Having been together for so long, he had a general understanding of Devil Gold's situation. He knew the training plan was interrupted because its reserve energy was depleted. The problem was... how to get out！
As he thought about it, Li Feng's vision went black, and he was thrown out.