Marshal, Please Calm Down Chapter 9

Translator: Callis
Editor: s.h.i.+ru

Wu Zimo's little computer program was developed after he saw a video of Salah operating a mecha and then modified by inspiration from a mother virus he had cracked in his last life.

Wu Zimo was a person who had a plan before he acted. Since he had accepted Salah as a comrade in the school a.s.sessment, he must understand the extent of his strength. So in order to get a better understanding, Wu Zimo entered the First Military Academy's database.

That's right, in these short few months, Wu Zimo had turned the First Military Academy's school network into his own backyard. To the big hacking G.o.d Wu Zimo, only this would allow him to feel safe.

Of course, there were many secret areas in the First Military Academy's network. Though he was curious, Wu Zimo didn't dare to carelessly attack these secret areas. He was afraid that he would beat the gra.s.s and scare away the snakes, which would just be digging a pit for himself. It wasn't easy for him to resist the temptation and stop his hand from straying.

He'd wait until he was more skilled, then he would seek them out to play with them. That's right, this was Wu Zimo's true plan.

He didn't go near the secret areas, but he did find a lot of information about Salah.

Seeing Salah's First Military Academy record, Wu Zimo sighed regretfully. This person might become the next War G.o.d of Mechas.

In the video, the sharp operating technology had an odd and indistinguishable walking style. He could already easily execute some of the movements on the mecha that only a senior student could learn. When he sparred with the mecha teacher, he didn't concede at all.

Salah, a junior student, was simply beating the faces of the senior students.

The First Military Academy of the Interstellar Federation had a six-year system. They could only rise a grade if they pa.s.sed the school year a.s.sessment. Those who weren't qualified could only repeat the year. It was a great shame to have to repeat the year, especially in the First Military Academy, a school of geniuses.

Wu Zimo and the rest were second years, so they were considered junior students. So, when he saw Salah's skills with the mecha and compared it to the senior students', he boldly came up with the idea.

Salah and the others didn't know anything about the little program Wu Zimo was speaking of, but when they saw the wretched smile on his face, they all felt chills going down their backs.

It was especially for Liz, this young girl, who subconsciously turned her head and kept thinking, "I didn't see anything, what I just saw was an illusion." How could the legendary Wu Zimo show such a naughty smile?!

Wu Zimo didn't know what his friends were thinking. He took out a USB drive and first handed it to Salah. This kind of USB was similar to his modern ones. The Interstellar USB drives could hold more information and were smaller, smaller than a fingernail.

"What is this?"

Even though Salah was hostile towards Wu Zimo because of Lyle, he knew that this ordinary person was very strong in the command department. He couldn't understand how he could suddenly transfer to the logistics department. However, everyone had their own ways of thinking, and he didn't need to concern himself.

"A small program. The one you have is the master program, the others are the sub-programs." As Wu Zimo spoke, he took out five USBs and handed them to the other five people. "Just stick it into the mecha's operating panel."

Seeing the others take the offered USBs, their faces full of curiosity, Wu Zimo grinned and explained: "In a group of animals, there would always be a king who commands the whole group in battle."

He saw everyone nod, but grow more and more confused.

They indicated that they hadn't understood what he had said. Wu Zimo didn't keep them waiting and went on to explain, "This program is actually similar to that kind of control, but it makes it easier and faster to move than with that kind of command. Salah's main system can directly control your mechas. This program can also allow everyone to share views."

This program would seem to be of little use if not carefully looked at. This was because they've never come across a formidably skilled mecha operating division. Between one mecha and several mechas working closely together, it wasn't necessary to explain the difference in strength.

Wu Zimo came up with this program not because he didn't believe in their operating skills, but as a preventative measure. Anything could happen on Planet XT781, so it would serve as a safeguard for the mecha operators.

"Haa, I don't doubt your operating skills, but it's very hard to predict the unexpected. Actually, I really like the program's view sharing function. This function isn't limited to your six mechas, we can also use the light brains to view the combat scenes that others can see. Of course, you can also see what we see through your light brains."

These final words were a bit rushed, but several of the people present knew what Wu Zimo meant, and they were curiously playing with the USB drives in their hands.

Wu Zimo took out two more USB drives and handed them to Lyle and Liz. "If there's something that you don't want others to see, just pull out this USB drive, and when you need to use it, just stick it back in. It's very convenient."

With such an interesting thing, the others were interested in trying out Wu Zimo's view sharing. Even Salah was no exception, although Wu Zimo suspected that his main purpose was on Lyle.

"This tsundere." Wu Zimo muttered, seeing Salah glance at Lyle before jumping into the mecha's control cabin.

Lyle, who had been standing beside Wu Zimo, didn't hear what he said. "A' Mo, what did you say?"

"Nothing. You both practice the view sharing for a bit."

In fact, without Wu Zimo's prompting, the first thing Liz and the others did was launch Wu Zimo's little program. Then, they saw their coordinated actions, and everyone showed their surprise.

"Wow! What an odd feeling!"

"Amazing, it's like I grew eyes in the back of my head."

That's right, after launching the program, if everyone looked in different directions, it allowed them to feel like they had G.o.d's vision. This feeling was especially interesting.

"Well, get used to this type of G.o.dly vision. Wait and let Salah try the master-sub system."

Wu Zimo was also amazed, but this 21st century old antique had already seen enough Interstellar technology so that no matter what he looked at, he wasn't surprised.

"En." For Salah, who disliked him, to give him a cold hum, Wu Zimo didn't know if he should be happy or not.

If the G.o.d's vision surprised everyone, then the master system operating procedure would astonish the six mecha division members.

To be recognized by Salah and made members of their team was one thing, Salah's familiarity with them was another.

While he was testing the master-sub system, they not only saw Salah's formidable mecha operating ability, but even when he was controlling other people's mechas, they saw that he could still coordinate it with his own.

He could even operate a group of mechas like it was two people working together, complete with extremely challenging motions. Particularly fitting in this aspect, with Salah as the master system, there was no need to worry about coordination.

The six mechas on the training ground were like one whole ent.i.ty.

"Their coordination is unexpectedly so ferocious!"

Liz majored in the manufacturing department. Although the mecha's combat could be seen and understood, the deeper things couldn't be seen. Lyle was no exception, but both of them knew that the six mechas before them were very powerful.

Wu Zimo compared the six people's mecha operating skills, then nodded. To be honest, he was also surprised that Salah was so capable and dedicated. Not just anybody could do it so well.

After the testing, six people jumped out of the mecha. Not to mention the five sentinels, even Salah's cold eyes were full of excitement.

"Wu Zimo, how did you make such a mythical program?!" Haney didn't wait for Wu Zimo to speak and ran in front of him, asking enthusiastically.

"Yes, yes, I couldn't do that Millie's big spin before, but I did it just now! This is high-level operating technology!"

"And just to let you know, I went with Bit's pace. In the past you were always slower by 0.1 seconds, but this time, you really connected perfectly with my attack."

The other two weren't an exception, their eyes were filled with excitement. Just then, their operating technology really gave them a sense that they were a G.o.d of War.

Even Salah said to Wu Zimo, "You have a very good program."

Salah, as the user of the program's master system, had a deeper sense of it. The six mechas in his hands were like puppets. It was difficult to describe the feeling of complete control.

Wu Zimo shrugged: "In fact, the incredible one is you. Before, I was afraid that you couldn't control six mechas by yourself." Although there was no need to link the six, they should always be aware of their temmate's movements. It would be too demanding of the users of the master system. Wu Zimo previously thought that it would be necessary to adjust it, but it seemed that he had underestimated Salah's ability.

Salah nodded, accepting Wu Zimo's praise, then went to Lyle, whose face had turned pink with excitement. His gaze was gentle and soft, not knowing what to say.

"……" d.a.m.n, he could only be handsome for three seconds. What dog food? Could you really not treat this single dog kindly?

Already familiar with it, Wu Zimo handed over the combat coordination training to Salah to allow them to practice. As for Wu Zimo, Lyle, and Liz, they had special training.

They weren't from the mecha department, but on Planet XT781, they wouldn't dare leave the mechas to walk on the ground. So, their special training was how to sit safely in a mecha, especially during combat. That kind of shaking sensation allowed Wu Zimo, who had just climbed out of the mecha simulator, to express:

What rocking pirate's boat, they both sucked!

"A' Mo, are you okay?" When Lyle stepped out of the mecha simulator, he saw Wu Zimo paralyzed on the ground and anxiously ran over, Liz also doing the same.

With weakened legs, Wu Zimo leaned against the cabin door, seeing Lyle and Liz, the young maiden, approach him with a normal expression. How could he be the only weak one….

"A' Mo?"

"Wu Zimo, are you okay? Do you need to be sent to the medical ward?" This was also the first time Liz had seen such a reaction to the simulation cabin.

Wu Zimo already weakly cursed, and was slowly pulled up by Lyle. He feebly said, "I'm fine, I just have to get used to it."

The original owner had memories of training in the simulation cabin, but memories were memories. For Wu Zimo, today was his first time.

Poor Wu Zimo (一。一;;）

s.h.i.+ru: (about Liz) What's with this girl lol