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How much hand speed is required to maximize the performance of a mecha?
Nobody knows.
Because, modern technology has developed machinery to a considerable height. At this height, the performance of the mecha is almost unlimited! Even with a hand speed of 200 moves per second, no one dared to say that the performance of the mecha was fully utilized.
Just like the racing cars in the ancient earth era, the design speed is always a little faster than the speed that humans can display. No one can claim to be able to drive a car above its design speed limit in a race.
You must know that the level of technology at that time had already allowed humans to fly in the sky at several times the speed of supersonic speed. If you want to, the speed of the car can make you afraid to even sit in it!
In addition to terrain constraints, human response and control also limit the speed of racing cars on the racing track. It was not until later, with the advent of the era of genetic modification and optimization, and the emergence of flying cars that solved problems such as centrifugal force, tires, and airflow, that human beings became addicted to cornering for thousands of kilometers.
The same is true for the design of the mecha, the strength and speed of the mecha. To a large extent, it depends on the user's extreme hand speed rather than the mech. All along, it is the operator himself that has restricted the performance of the mecha. Even if the mecha designer has the best idea, if the operator's hand speed cannot meet the requirements, these functions will be useless after all.
There is a saying, "Technology is people-oriented."
For thousands of years, the development of mechs is actually the development of mutual compromise between technology and human manipulation.
How to use the existing hand speed to execute more commands, how to simplify the control, and how to make the mecha more effective are the directions of mecha research.
However, at the modern level of technology, after the performance of the mecha has been simplified to the extreme, a watershed finally appeared, which is the gap between forty movements per second and fifty movements per second!
If a hand speed of forty to forty-five movements per second can bring out 50% of the performance of the mecha, then fifty movements per second can bring out the performance of the mecha to 50% ninety!
This watershed is not naturally produced by mechs, but by the limit of human hand speed! Because, when the control is simplified to the limit, the designers rely on the highest hand speed. Only by using these hand speeds as a reference can they design the best products. Just play very well!
And those mechas designed with thirty or forty movements per second as the limit hand speed can only meet the basic control of the mecha, just like ancient cars, without turbocharging, high-horsepower engines, special tires, and Professional suspension and shock absorption system.
It's not that they don't want to assemble or can't assemble, but that for some people with poor skills, even if they have these, they are just decorations, and they don't have the ability to exert the power of these devices.
Every mecha fighter knows that there is a huge difference between an eighth-level fighter and a ninth-level fighter. There are tens of thousands of mecha fighters in the universe who can reach the limit of forty-five movements per second, and there are no more than eighty level nine fighters in the universe who can really break through fifty movements.
Even with the addition of civilian mecha masters who are not in the military system, this number does not exceed two hundred!
When the hand speed breaks through fifty moves per second, the explosive power of the mech cannot be described as an increase in combat power by dozens of percent. It is an unimaginable state for ordinary people.
Such mecha fighters, no matter which country they are in, are national treasures. They have everything that the army can give, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people, including rights, mechas and treatment.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
The fat man just buried his head and ran away desperately. Although it was strange why Reinhardt didn't catch up, his mind was already occupied by the idea of ??leaving this ghost place as soon as possible.
After the fat man's hand speed reached fifty-six movements per second, [Logic]'s action posture changed very strangely. In the jungle, this tattered [Warcraft] ran all the way in a quite or even extremely ugly posture, Whether it is running, jumping or moving, it is ugly, no matter how you look at it, it is awkward.
However, this ugly and tattered [Warcraft] possesses jaw-dropping speed and agility! Where it whizzed past, there was no other movement except for the dead leaves rolled up by a gust of wind and the brushing of the treetops close by.
As if it were a gust of wind itself.
No matter how dense the forest is, how rough the terrain is, it will not have the slightest effect on this blasphemous mecha. The uglier and more disgusting its movements are, the faster it is. It rolls and jumps at high speed, skimming over all obstacles in front of it, and narrowly"If you don't rush over, she probably won't have a chance to help you reproduce"
"Help!" the fat man wailed, and threw himself into the water, splashing a splash. Upon hearing the news, he felt that he was about to collapse: "For three days, that silly woman hasn't run away?"
The little boy said: "There is something wrong with the mecha. Now, she is advancing on foot. The strange thing is that the guy who chased you transferred the soldier who found the mecha. He searched nearby by himself. Even the medium-sized The biological radar of the transport ship is useless, it all depends on the thermal energy scanning of the mecha, I don¡¯t know why!¡±
The little kid¡¯s question couldn¡¯t be simpler for Fatty. He knew very well that Reinhardt would not allow anyone in the Mythical Legion to see a living Bonnie. Given Bonnie¡¯s status and importance in the Mythical Legion Sex, every word she says about sex will drive the mythical legion into divisions!
There are many actions that Myth Warrior personally participated in, and James also declared Reinhardt as a traitor. If Reinhardt has a way to cover up all of this, then, with his childhood sweetheart, the number two member of the Legion, Bonnie If it is, it will become the most unquestionable evidence!
Especially, the Myth Warrior couldn't believe what he said when Bonnie was completely free from any external interference and threats.
"What should I do?" The fat man walked to [Logic] in a dejected naked manner, opened the supply box and took out a battle suit to put on his body, while thinking sharply in his mind: "Melancholy, rely on yourself and [Logic] ] In the current state, I want to go back to find Reinhardt, and specify that the meat bun beats the dog. However, no matter what I say, I have to explain the style of my second child. If I just run away like this, it will be very uncomfortable man!"
The fat man got into the cockpit silently, and the scene of meeting a hooligan with An Lei when he was a child appeared before his eyes again. Such a thing is absolutely not allowed to happen to him again. Even if, you have to turn around and face that terrifying [Apollo] again!
Sighing extremely melancholy, the fat man thought again, after resting for such a long time, his energy has finally recovered, and if he just ran away after saving someone, there is always a glimmer of hope!
Having made up his mind, he closed the cockpit, activated the mecha, and started routine inspections. After the energy was replenished before the last battle, there was still more than half of it, and the mecha still had 80% of its functions. Most importantly, the transform function is still there!
This may be my greatest strength!
After scanning the detection data of the mecha computer line by line, the fat man was stunned suddenly. He looked at the hand speed statistics that he hardly read at ordinary times, and was stunned for a while: "3250! Is there a problem with the computer or am I dazzled?" He pushed the little boy and murmured: "Slap me, I'm dreaming! "
"Slap!" Without hesitation, the little brat happily slapped the fat man's face. This little bitch will never let go of such an opportunity!
The fat man gasped in pain and cursed, "Damn it! How dare you hit me?"
The little kid said timidly: "You told me to beat you!"
The fat man said angrily: "Fart, when did I tell you to spank me?" Cursing in his mouth, his eyes were still staring blankly at the magical data, but his hand didn't suffer at all, and he slapped the little kid to the ground with his backhand , and then put his hands in front of his eyes, and said in disbelief: "Could it be that my climax has surged?" , support genuine reading!) (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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