The training program was devised by Tian Xingjian.
The special training the bandit army previously underwent pales in comparison to the current training. Fatty not only used his real-life experiences of surviving over twenty near-death situations as teaching material, but also enhanced the coordination in frontline combat and tactical drills.
Incorporating the small team cooperation from the Hunter Corps and wave-cover tactics from the Mythical Army, along with the bandit army’s own wolf pack tactics and entanglent strategy, the combat prowess unleashed by the bandit army after training could rival any special armored unit in the world.
While Fatty was imrsed in chanical control training and cha modification, the forr Mythical Army’s regint commander, now idle, beca the bandit army’s instructor.
The two special forces groups were driven to insanity by the relentless Bonnie, who had nothing better to do and completely bored.
So rascals privately exchanged notes, certain that Fatty must have wronged this first beauty of Gazalin, with their few flirtations being rely collateral damage from Fatty’s misdeeds.
This speculation wasn’t far from the truth. Unfortunately, Bonnie overheard, and since then, every bandit army warrior would break down multiple tis daily in the training field, tortured to the point they dreamt of leaving the training ground to fight on the front line instead.
Of course, whether they trained or fought wasn’t up to them to decide, so these rascals transferred all their grievances to the Freedom Fighters under their training.
The training received by the Freedom Fighters was beyond torture; it was devastation.
The ones suffering the most seed to always be these naturally unlucky people.
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After ending a day’s training, Bonnie decided to look for Tian Xingjian because she really wanted to ask about the frontal annihilation tactics in the training program and how Fatty ca up with it.
Perhaps it was an excuse, as Bonnie unknowingly looked for Fatty every day.
When Bonnie saw Tian Xingjian, he was tinkering with a cha.
The cha was a Gazalin [Holy Sword] 15-B, albeit one that was clearly near scrap. Although Bonnie didn’t understand the purpose of this cha, she knew Fatty’s bizarre mind held many unfathomable things.
She had seen Fatty turn many broken items into treasures before; the [Warrior] modified with Gazalin cha parts that didn’t fit with Leray cha components was a clear example.
"It’s done!" Fatty straightened up, laboriously stood on tiptoe, and manually activated the energy shield of the dilapidated cha.
Bonnie watched his actions with interest. The [Holy Sword] cha’s energy shield was evidently just installed, the novelty of the probe contrasting sharply with the cha’s worn body. Newly installed too was the cockpit part, with its gleaming canopy looking sowhat bizarre.
Fatty was in the cha testing area outside the base’s cha maintenance workshop, where work-related noise filled the workshop.
Bonnie walked to Fatty’s side without drawing his focused attention, just hearing him pat the cha’s cockpit canopy, saying nervously to the cha: "Rest assured, absolutely no problem, your main program is in [Logic], anyway."
Saying this, Fatty jumped into a [Warrior] cha. With the battle mode activated, the four energy cannons extended with a "zizz" sound. Before Bonnie could react, four red flashes erupted from the [Warrior]’s cannon muzzles, followed by a torrential downpour of energy bullets directly hitting the shaky [Holy Sword] 15-B cha.
Despite the protective energy isolation net around the cha testing area, Bonnie was startled by the intense close-range fire. The energy shield of the [Holy Sword] 15-B flickered rapidly, changing colors swiftly, and just before it exploded, sothing sprang from the cha’s cockpit.
Amid the violent explosion, the massive sphere-like object streaked out like an arrow, ejecting nearly a hundred ters. With two chanical legs opening, it landed stably on the ground.
At that instant, Bonnie saw clearly—it was an ejection cockpit akin to those equipped on fighter jets! She couldn’t help but open her mouth wide; when did chas start having such features?
Fatty, having destroyed the [Holy Sword], seed unwilling to stop, happily controlling the fierce firepower to chase and sweep the ejection cockpit, appearing intent on killing to silence.
The cockpit frantically jumped up, scrambling like a hen pursued by a pervert, darting crazily away while evading. From afar, a voice rang out furiously: "Fatty, stop or I’m flipping out!"
The spinning high-speed energy cannons gradually halted, their heated barrels still emitting a faint white steam, while the ejection cockpit had already fled, disappearing from view.
"Tsk, success!" Fatty excitedly jumped out of the cha... scratching his crotch.
"Ahem!" Bonnie forced herself not to collapse from Fatty’s vulgar display, coughed to make her presence known, causing Fatty to look over in surprise, face reddening inexplicably, then she asked: "What is that thing? Who’s inside?"
Fatty stood dumbfounded, glanced down at his crotch, and shyly said: "This thing is my little brother."
Bonnie went berserk: "Fatty, I’m asking about the thing that ran out of the cha just now."
"Oh oh." Fatty grinned, "That’s an automatic escape pod I designed, which ejects the operator automatically just before the cha faces a destructive blow."
The answer was within Bonnie’s speculation, yet she was still amazed by Fatty’s ingenious idea and the escape pod’s high-speed mobility. Looking towards the direction the escape pod had disappeared, she couldn’t help but ask: "How did it run so fast? Who did you use for such a dangerous test?"
"Haha." Fatty laughed awkwardly, unsure whether to reveal Little Pi’s existence to Bonnie. Especially considering that damned AI was the instigator and witness of that embarrassing incident. Given Bonnie’s inherently shy nature, knowing soone was there at that ti would undoubtedly be disastrous...
"Here, these are the data of my designed cha automatic inlaid escape pod." Fatty sidestepped the issue, handing Bonnie an electronic docunt.
Bonnie took it and froze instantly; this wasn’t an escape pod at all, it was essentially a miniature cha!
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