In this universe, although human technology has been very developed in the 23rd century, the "giant humanoid combat robot" is still a setting that only exists in literature or film and television works.

The reason why the Federation did not develop such weapons is also very simple: first, energy issues; second, practicality.

The main difficulty in energy lies in miniaturization of power devices.

Since you have created a humanoid combat unit, you must ensure that it has a movement performance close to humans when operating, otherwise it will be meaningless; but if the power device takes up too much space, it is not a "humanoid robot", but a "turtle fairy humanoid robot".

Unfortunately, with the technology of this era, the only source of power that can meet this miniaturization condition is "nuclear energy". It is inappropriate to allow a combat unit that can move long distances to carry this power, and it is not enough to forget about aircraft carriers and submarines. The risk of land weapons running around with nuclear reactors is difficult to predict... Therefore, before new energy or newer miniaturization technologies appear, this problem is probably impossible to solve.

What? Do you mean plugging the wire? Not to mention how long you can make a wire, your enemy will just unplug or interrupt the wire after seeing it? Do you think they are mentally retarded?

Of course, energy is only a secondary issue for huge robots, and practicality is the main issue.

You naturally need to use it when you develop a weapon, so...what kind of war requires huge human-shaped combat robots to fight?

The answer is, there is no such war.

Modern human war is the offensive and defense between the two sides around each other's strategies and military facilities, with the ultimate goal of elimination or occupation.

If you are attacking a facility or unit, the best way is to use missiles and explosives to get it long-range, rather than sending a huge human-shaped mecha to cut it out.

If you want to defend against enemy attacks, the best way is to open the barrage and shield to offset the opponent's long-range attacks, and at the same time, you can also send some missiles out to counterattack the enemy's launcher, rather than sending a huge robot through the gun forest to block the rain and fight back.

If you are going to occupy an area or facility, the best way is to send ground armed forces to search and suppress after bombing, rather than letting huge robots pass over and lift the roof of the building and point the captives' heads with gun barrels thicker than cement pipes to raise their hands to surrender.

In short, there is no such thing as "tasks that must be completed by huge robots" in modern warfare, and all tasks that giant robots can complete can be completed by other combat units, and the latter is more efficient.

If you have to find out one thing that only huge robots can do, it may be a "melee strike", but what kind of enemy has to use a fist as big as the front of the truck and an armored knife of the train as long as the train? Is it a monster?

However, even if you don’t go to war, but fight monsters, it’s more effective to use traditional war weapons.

If a monster cannot even avoid the fist of a robot, it will definitely not be able to avoid the missile. Then why don’t I use the missile to bomb it directly? Is the destructive power generated by the missile when it explodes is not as good as a large iron pier that advances at a certain speed?

After all... the logic of "using huge robots instead of missiles to fight monsters" is basically equivalent to "I want to kill a rhino, but I think it's better to use a big hammer than a rocket launcher."

To sum up, in the 2218 Federation, the huge humanoid body was still just a kind of "men's romance"; no rational and responsible military scientific researcher could seriously raise the agenda for developing such weapons, let alone actually develop them.

But at this moment, at this moment... Solid saw such a thing with his own eyes and was chasing him towards the plane he was on.

Even though he had experienced many battles, he couldn't help but swear when he saw this incredible scene.

"I understand..." However, the veteran was a veteran after all. In just a few seconds, he calmed down and said to the two pilots, "Two, now I and my hands are here to take over the pilot. You two go back to the cabin and wait for my instructions."

The two pilots didn't say much when they heard this. The plane was in a semi-automatic state, so they simply responded and left the seat. From beginning to end, they never questioned whether Solid would fly the plane, because the aura of the commander when he spoke gave them the feeling of an old driver.

"By the way..." When the two men were about to open the door, Solid reminded them again, "...Don't talk nonsense after going out."

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Meanwhile, on the other side, in the cockpit of the "Scarlet Devils R-42".

"It's not far from the 'specified area', hehe... which attack method should be used better?" The doctor sat in the driver's seat that had been modified by him (to match his body shape) and smiled sinisterly.

"Don't kill them all..." Lance, who was sitting behind him, sharpened his nails with a file and continued, "Ha... although it might be interesting to do that..."

"You want to see what Zilin will react when you say 'I accidentally killed all the people on the plane'?" The doctor also knew a little about Lance's evil taste.

"Yes..." Lansla responded in a long voice, "But I can guess generally that he would reply to me as if nothing had happened, 'I'll die here, so that they are just like that', and then silently write me a note in my heart, and stab me more when I settle the score with me in the future..."

"I heard what you mean... do you think you will die in his hands one day?" the doctor continued.

"Probably, but it may not be his own hands." Lance replied.

"Why are you going to work with someone who will kill you sooner or later?" The doctor's tone suddenly became serious.

"Hahahaha..." Lance laughed out loud and continued, "The whole world will be ruined by him. What's the point of adding one or two souls like you and me?"

His tone when he said this was seventy-sixths of a joke, but three more like saying something destined to happen.

"Hey... why did you count me?" The doctor turned his head, looked at Lance, and asked suspiciously.

"I just say it casually, you just listen it casually, don't care." Lance made a haha, and opened the topic. "What you should note now is that... the plane we are tracking has left your sight."

After his reminder, the doctor quickly turned to look ahead and found that... the Bayshore Nine aircraft that was originally flying horizontally in front of him was nowhere to be seen.

"No way... are civil aircraft also popular with optical camouflage these days?" The doctor muttered, and called out a scanning storyboard on the main screen in front. As a result, he quickly realized... the plane was not "invisible", but suddenly significantly reduced the altitude and speed in a short period of time, lowered to their bottom and was thrown behind them.

"Wow~ I was distracted and actually ran behind me." As the doctor spoke, his hands also flew on the operating table. Under his control, the Scarlet Demon R-42 also turned around and rushed towards the plane.

"Even if the pilot of the civilian aircraft can do the same thing, he will definitely not act rashly until he obtains the consent of the person in charge on the plane." Lance continued, "So...if nothing unexpected happens, Solid should have discovered us and taken over control of the aircraft."

"Ha...you mean, the plane is a 'veteran' himself flying now, and it doesn't matter if I'm 'rude' to them?" The doctor showed a grim smile of excitement when he said this.

"You can do it." Lance responded, "I'll say the same thing... just don't kill those 'key people'."

After receiving this almost "affirm" answer, the doctor felt a sense of responsibility.

The next second, the Scarlet Demon R-42 accelerated and instantly narrowed the distance between it and the plane.

This huge robot with model "r-42" is a variant of a prototype body called "Scarlet Demons". After continuous improvement of "1" to "41", the 42 model is already a very mature model. Its main feature is that it emphasizes "general use". Although the combat performance of the r-42 is about twice as bad as that of the prototype, the same... it also has low requirements for pilots. Most ordinary people can drive after training, and the body can also be mass-produced.

Seeing this, someone may ask, isn’t the Federation not developing huge robots? And aren’t there two problems that cannot be solved by huge robots? So where did this thing come out?

The answer is simple: because this is the technology of the "Reverse Cross" camp.

They have long mastered the technology of miniaturizing the core of power. As for practicality... the previous article also clearly stated that "any 'rational and responsible' military scientific researcher cannot do such research"... But in most cases, organizations like the Anti-Cross, which use mad scientists all year round, do not talk about rationality or take any responsibility. They just want to engage in "men's romance" and build huge robots!

So, at this moment we saw this scene

A scarlet-painted mecha dived from above an aircraft. During the diving process, it stretched out its hands back, removed its two battle wings, assembled and deformed them, forming a huge "ship-knife".

Immediately afterwards, he held the knife and slashed angrily.

In a flash, a huge scarlet shadow flashed through the sky, and the blade passed by, a sound barrier burst out. In an instant, the wing on one side of the plane was cut off from the fuselage, and the incision was flat like a fault scanned by a laser.

Luxury civilian passenger aircraft like "Bayshore Nine" that aims to pursue comfort usually have huge size, a gentle control sense, and a useless defense system (only two functions of calling for help and small-scale automatic maintenance)... Under this absolute hardware disadvantage, even Solid cannot make evasive actions and can only bear it.

However, he was prepared for this situation...

The moment he took over the plane, Solid understood that as long as the opponent launched an attack, whether it was artillery fire or this exaggerated attack method, he had no room for counterattack, so he lowered the plane to its current altitude before the opponent took action.

It was a long time to say that, almost the same second when the slash occurred, Solid forced all propulsion engines to be shut down in manual mode, so that the remaining engines on the wing would no longer generate propulsion.

However, even if the engines on both sides stop, the weight of the wing itself and its role in aerodynamics will still cause the aircraft to lose balance, and turning off the engine will only slow down the trend of the fuselage out of control.

Fortunately... with Solid's technology, it is enough to have this "slight" room.

After a few seconds, the plane began to roll and fall, and the remaining wing gradually deformed under pressure and was about to break.

Solid just sat calmly in front of the console. In the shocked eyes of the soldier beside him, he adjusted the "suspended system" on the plane with his slow hand speed.

This system is for the aircraft's "hovering and lifting" function, and this function itself requires the cooperation of the main propulsion engine to achieve it. However, the wings on both sides are now gone, and only the "auxiliary boost wells" at the bottom of the aircraft can still be used... At the current speed of the aircraft, this power can have an extremely limited impact on the fuselage.

However, Solid can use this "limited motivation" to do things beyond people's imagination...

He used the remaining, shaking wings as the fulcrum, and continued to rise, reducing the output ratio of each auxiliary booster well. In the dizzy sense of the world, in the danger of crashing and death at any time... he calmly found a relatively balanced operation mode, allowing the plane to start spinning in mid-air like a waltz.

Under this regular rotation, the aircraft slowed down... Both the lateral and falling speeds slowed down in this delicate balance, and the role of the boost well became obvious after the fuselage was slowed down, and the ascending force used to maintain "hover stability" gradually increased.

During this process, Solid continuously adjusted the output ratio of each booster well according to the change in speed and the movement of the fuselage, and finally...the aircraft landed on a thick tree cover.

Although the impact caused by "landing" is still very large, this degree is much lighter than a direct fall without control. The fuselage is still complete and has not been disconnected or disintegrated. Judging from the various instruments on the operating table, more than half of the systems on the machine can still operate.

It is already a miracle for most people to save a tragedy of plane destruction and death until now.

But for Solid, it seems that's the case...

"Are you okay?" After the plane stopped completely, Solid turned his head and asked the soldiers beside him in a steady tone.

The soldier responded that... he opened his mask, turned his head away, and vomited out all the overnight supper.

"I'll go back and take a look." Seeing that his subordinates were so focused, it was probably not a big deal, So Lied got up and walked towards the cabin.

Due to the slight deformation of the fuselage, the cockpit door could no longer be opened automatically, so Solid could only remove the entire cabin door; anyway, his b17 armor was still very powerful, and it would not take much electricity to remove one or two doors.

After the door was removed, the scene that caught Solid's eyes was undoubtedly a mess. Although he immediately notified all the crew to sit and tighten their seat belts after taking over the plane, it was obvious that some people did not do so...

"Soldier, report the number!" Solid didn't say anything nonsense, and he shouted while scanning the environment.

The soldiers who stayed in the cabin also responded instinctively.

"one!"

"two!"

"Three...dream..."

"Four!"

As a result, only four resounding sounds came from the six soldiers.

"Quickly check if you are injured and how you are, then search all the cabins to the cargo compartment to see where No. 5 and No. 6 are still alive. Then gather the wounded and take them off the plane." Solid quickly issued an order and walked forward as he said, "I'll go to the power room to see if there is any risk of explosion in the core, and check the damage of each system by the way. I'll meet you outside in fifteen minutes."

At this moment, after just experiencing this amazing disaster that was enough to cause psychological trauma, Solid was as if nothing had happened and still did what he should do. Not to mention his subordinates, others were dispelling "Is this guy really a human being?"

"Sir..." Jimenes, who was slumped in the seat and untied his seat belt as Solid passed by, smiled dryly, "To be honest... are there really no spare armor for yours?"
Chapter completed!