imperfections

Lu Bixing——Because he was engaging in psychological activities that are not suitable for children, when he said this, he deliberately suppressed the corners of his mouth that were not smiling, but it was a pity that he didn't have time to pretend to be a full set, his eyes were too agile, and he spoke at a slow speed A little anxious, it looks like a wolf with a big tail holding back a prank.

Lin Jingheng paused cautiously.

Lu Bixing asked innocently: "What?"

Lin Jingheng shook his head, his brows were twitched habitually, and he followed him to the work room without saying a word. He suspected that he had been doing nothing during this period of time, paying too much attention to Lu Bixing, and always over-interpreted. There is an illusion of deep meaning in every word and deed.

Fortunately, Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his expression and tone to a serious one.

"I'm going to do a space test instead, within the scope of the intranet," Lu Bixing led Lin Jingheng to the workshop, first briefly introduced the anti-tracking system, and then talked eloquently, "Look, there are four areas covered by the base intranet." On a sailing day, this range is enough for a small mecha to perform exercises in it."

Lin Jingheng raised an eyebrow expressionlessly.

"My idea is to divide the Self-Defense Forces into several groups and conduct physical mecha exercises. Each mecha participating in the exercise will turn on the communication terminal and send a signal of a specific frequency to simulate long-distance communication. They can use the anti-tracking system to hide themselves. You can also find ways to crack the anti-tracking system and find out your opponents. Doesn’t this kill multiple birds with one stone? It not only tests the anti-tracking system in actual combat, but also trains troops.”

Lu Bixing has a gentle temper, is easy to talk, and is quite flexible, but there is a persistent stubbornness in his bones. At this point, he still refuses to give up and treats those people in the base as "soldiers".

Lin Jingheng nodded helplessly after listening: "Well, good idea, organize a group of orangutans to play peek-a-boo in space."

Lu Bixing stopped, he stood a few meters away, and looked back at Lin Jingheng under the soft incandescent light of the work room: "Lin, I actually asked you this question once... You found a pirate team approaching near the waterway, why did you go alone?" Take risks to lure them away? When you returned to the voyage, most of the surveying and mapping maps were completed, and the channels and supplies for Miss Smelly to escape to the outside world were in your hands, why didn't you just abandon this base? Do you really think these people are just a group of orangutans?"

"No, it's just a metaphor." Lin Jingheng didn't blink, "I didn't mean to insult the orangutan."

Lu Bixing looked at him firmly.

"Besides, why should I give up this base?" Lin Jingheng unhurriedly stretched her long legs, passed him, and walked out of the workshop, "Only interstellar pirates have always avoided me, and there is no reason for me to make room for them. Source Yiren—what kind of onion is he?”

Lu Bixing sighed on the spot, seeing such a hard mouth for the first time, I don’t know if it feels the same to the touch... Lu Bixing imagined a porcelain with a thin body and thick glaze, and he pursed his mouth lightly, as if it had been frozen front teeth.

Lin Jingheng's voice came from the stairwell not far away: "Your so-called 'self-defense force' will only drive mechas along a fixed track now, don't talk about exercises and so on, do you have a backup plan?"

Lu Bixing chased after him and said, "There will be a solution."

"A plate of loose sand, what else can you do?"

"There is a way to mix mud and mud, and there is a way to gather sand," Lu Bixing said seriously, "Although I am not very reliable, I have not lost the chain at critical moments, have I? Just trust me again, how about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mint connected to his personal terminal: "Teacher, some people from the Self-Defense Force are looking for you."

Lu Bixing replied "wait a moment", but his eyes were still chasing Lin Jingheng.

Lin Jingheng didn't know how the old Persian cat was educated and turned this kid into a wonderful flower that can save all sentient beings. In his opinion, Lu Bixing was sometimes naive and unreasonable.But he just couldn't stand Lu Bixing's exhausting efforts and bumping into walls everywhere—it's fine if he hits a wall elsewhere, but when it comes to him, as long as it doesn't affect the overall situation, Lin Jingheng is not willing to show him face.

After a stalemate for half a minute, Lin Jingheng waved at him impatiently: "Whatever."

Lu Bixing rolled his eyes and smiled, lowering his voice slightly: "General, I found that from the day I met you, basically you agreed to everything I said, why are you so kind to me?"

There is no way to answer this question, so Lin Jingheng decided to be dumb for a while, with his pockets in his pocket, and walked forward without saying a word.

Lu Bixing sighed, and realized that he actually felt that his stinky behavior of being indifferent to answers was also very interesting, so he ticked it in his heart - he also verified an ancient conclusion that hormones related to love will inhibit the brain Negative emotions make people blindly feel that the other party's shortcomings are equally cute.

Lu Bixing asked with a smile: "Could it be that you want me to promise you with your body?"

Lin Jingheng replied calmly: "Get lost."

Lu Bixing rolled away contentedly.

On this day, the main control room of the mecha station was very busy. All the small groups who were dissatisfied with Saturday sent people to visit Lu Bixing. There are people who are familiar with each other.

The regular and fixed-point air patrols that were usually arranged are also messed up, because these small groups work independently and do not consult with each other.

In the morning, within 10 minutes, three waves of patrols came to the sky. The track of the mech station was almost on fire. In the afternoon and evening, no one went there. There was only a lonely artificial sun in the sky.

Afterwards, except for Saturday and his loyal little brothers who were still insisting on their work and rest, the rest of the ghosts and ghosts came out to cause trouble.In such a small base where farting can hit the heels, various organizations have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and within a few days, more than a dozen small armed groups have emerged.

Names such as "Space Saber-toothed Tiger" and "The Strongest Legion in the Universe" that make people blush when they are pronounced have registered a dozen at the mecha station.There is a miasma of smoke and demons dancing wildly.

Out of sight and out of mind, Lin Jingheng went to work with Zhanlu, who was no longer afraid of running out of electricity, jumping back and forth between the base and two supply stations every day, counting supplies, and making final preparations for a war that may break out at any time.

It's fine for the "saber-toothed tigers" to make waves on their own, the residents of the key base use recycled energy for electricity - simply put, it is generated by the exhaust gas of the mechs.

In the past, everyone was organized and disciplined, launching mechas at fixed times and locations, and the circulating energy was just enough, but now they messed around, causing traffic jams in the sky, and power outages and trips on the ground.

There are more than 1000 million residents in the base. They have been used to 24-hour power supply and watching movies every day. It is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality. After a day of patience, they sent the most respected members of the "Two Hundred and Five Elderly Group" to come. The mecha station is reasonable.

The small armed groups are busy fighting for power, calling for the wind and rain in their dreams, and they don't want to reason with these old undead. Their attitudes are rude and arrogant, and the entire base is filled with complaints.

There are tens of thousands of energy sources. When Lu Bixing was transforming the civilian power supply, he chose this design. I don’t know if he had anticipated the current situation and held back a mouthful of bad water.

In short, whoever dares to abuse the base's mecha armament and disrupt the power supply system will be cut off from the people.

When the people's little movie was once again interrupted midway by a power outage, the angry people rioted.

They poured out from the streets and buildings like an ant's nest, and they surrounded the mecha station with great momentum. Whether it was a "sabre-toothed tiger", "tyrannosaurus rex", or "the most powerful in the universe", as long as they dared to land, they would Catch it and beat it.

When Lu Bixing came late to mediate, the saber-toothed tiger was almost beaten into a cat with gaping teeth.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise." Lu Bixing pulled back the old movie lady who was rushing forward with a mop on her shoulders, "Ma'am, calm down! Restrain! Elegant! Watch your blood pressure, and speak up when you have something to say."

The film granny was grabbed by him, picked up the mop upside down, poked it on the ground, and roared angrily: "I don't care if you are the Self-Defense Force or the Suicide Squad, you have to come at the agreed time, whoever goes to heaven illegally, whoever There is no need to come down!"

Lu Bixing politely pulled aside, turned to the disgraced armed small groups: "Yes, there must be order. Without order, how can there be civilization?"

But who does order follow?

Numerous armed groups refused to obey anyone, and quarreled with each other in a few words, which once again angered the angry crowd.

"There are so many mechas in the base, and so many people, who do you listen to? Do you count them?"

"I don't care who you listen to, you can't disturb me watching movies anyway."

"Either you send someone to fight, and it doesn't matter if you kill him, whoever wins depends on whoever wins."

"That's right, fight!"

Seeing that the boss of "Saber Tooth Tiger" and "T-Rex" were kneeling on the ground, head to head and they were about to be forced to marry each other, Lu Bixing finally said slowly: "I have a fair way."

On the evening of the third day, Lin Jingheng finished counting the spare mechs and weapons in the supply station, stuffed them all into Chongsan, and returned with a full load. As soon as he returned to the voyage, he saw that the base was just like a sports meeting.

The anti-tracking system has been adjusted to the minimum coverage area. At this time, it should be testing the basic functions. Outside the atmosphere, many mechs are equipped with virtual missiles, and they are running around like a nest of mad rabbits, unskillfully using the mirror channel of the anti-tracking system Going in and out, people are dazzled.

Zhanlu said: "Sir, there seems to be an interesting exercise going on here."

Lin Jingheng said nonchalantly: "You read it wrong, they should be holding the 'Special Games for Dementia'."

Zhanlu was silent for two seconds: "Hahaha."

"Who is joking with you? Did it make you laugh?" Lin Jingheng pulled her face moodily, "Analyze the anti-tracking system, and stay away from them, so as not to bump into them by yourself."

Since the anti-tracking system only had partial basic functions enabled, it was easy for Bie Zhanlu's spiritual network to cover him. Chongsan detoured to the other side of the base and fell back to the mech station in a big way.It's a pity that no one cares about the heavy armor anymore. The whole process of the exercise is being broadcast live on the large multimedia screen in the base. Everyone is watching in the square, and the alley is empty.

Lin Jingheng heard Lu Bixing's voice explaining from a long distance: "Tyrannosaurus No. [-] needs to pay attention to saving firepower. Although it is only a virtual missile, for the sake of simulation, the number of launches of each mecha is limited. Spraying indiscriminately, I'm afraid I can only be hunted down...'Self-Defense Force' No. [-] unit and 'Thunderbolt King' No. [-] unit collided, but don't worry everyone, the armor shields participating in the exercise are at the highest level , and the speed of the mechas is limited, and there will be no damage when they collide with each other... Excuse me, the No. [-] machine of the Self-Defense Forces is Saturday, and when passing by, he took the opportunity to snatch the opponent's mental net. , we saw that the last mecha of 'Supreme King Kong' was also marked and shot down. This should be the first team to be wiped out today, but the score is quite high... Ah, the mecha is out of control, maybe it is The driver fainted——Jing Shu, help me from the sidelines!"

Lu Bixing himself was on a mecha, while controlling the anti-tracking system, while the referee commented correctly.

Less complex situations such as the driver dropping the line were handed over to four students. They were responsible for dragging the unmanned mech out of the practice field after the driver lost consciousness. The students were not familiar with the operation and were struggling , more nervous than those who participated in the exercise seriously.

In the corner of the multimedia screen, the scores of each team are constantly changing. The rules are quite complicated. The team with the lowest score will be marked in red. Lu Bixing will read the red team every 3 minutes to remind the warning: "'I am the number one in the world "The team is currently at the bottom of the score, but don't be discouraged, brothers, you still have room for improvement. After all, the 'Supreme King Kong' has been killed. In addition, I would like to remind everyone that after today's exercise, the last team will no longer be legal." Armed, all members are not allowed to form new groups, you must either leave the mecha station, or join other people's teams as younger brothers."

Lin Jingheng leaned on the Chongsan fuselage, lit a cigarette, watched the farce from a distance, and probably understood Lu Bixing's thinking - it must be too late to forcibly gather these people together and forcefully instill the concept of honor and disgrace. It's not easy to become an elite.Since the base is already a pan of loose sand, it is better to muddy the water, make the most of the situation, motivate them to fight on their own, and use their brains to improve their combat effectiveness. If the guidance is proper and the supervision is in place, internal fighting is not necessarily exhaustion.

Compared with a pool of stagnant water, constant turmoil is a good thing.

After all, Lu Bixing's goal is just to let them survive the war, not to let them save the world.

At this time, footsteps sounded beside him, a hand stretched out, and took a cigarette out of his pocket very rudely: "Have you matched Chongsan's firepower? How about Biyuan Yiren's?"

As soon as Lin Jingheng heard it, he knew that Lu Bixing was talking behind his back, and told Cyclops about killing Yuan Yiren on the way back to the voyage. It seems that the old Persian cat can live in peace with him.

"It's a bit worse than Yuan Yiren's," Lin Jingheng said. "After all, Zhongsan has been eliminated for too many years, and there is a gap in the hardware. But now the mecha core is Zhanlu, so it should be able to make up for it."

The one-eyed eagle snorted coldly: "Heavy armor is here, aren't you afraid that the plan will not keep up with the changes? What if your lost dog legs have fallen into the lair of interstellar pirates and the entire army has been wiped out?"

"The probability is very small. If it really reaches that point, it is probably an irresistible destiny." Lin Jingheng flicked the cigarette ash, "The object of allegiance of the Silver Ten Guards is not the alliance, but me."

The one-eyed eagle frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means that without my order, even if the Alliance Parliament Building is shattered in front of them, and the heads of all the members of the Military Commission fall off and hang on the wall, the Silver Ten Guards will not be dispatched. Although the subordinates are not very capable, as long as they It's not difficult to stay dormant and save your life if you don't go around 'chivalrous and righteous'."

The one-eyed eagle was shocked: "That is to say, you secretly gathered a group of private soldiers in the Silver Fortress, the throat of the first galaxy?"

"Isn't it a dark secret?" Lin Jingheng said flatly, "I have used money to do things these years, I have received funds from the alliance, and I have not worked hard for the alliance. I don't owe the alliance anything."

The one-eyed eagle stared at him complicatedly, and didn't speak for a while.

When he first met Lin Jingheng, Admiral Lin was still a little boy. Lu Xin secretly took a picture of the boy's sleeping face, and showed off his "son" to the world. It is said that there was a couple of underage in the Lin family The elder brother was taken away by the Military Commission and handed over to Lu Xin to be raised, while the younger sister was adopted by the Eden Management Committee. What happened to the Lin family is one of the alliance's secrets. No one knows, but they all know it well. The boy's life probably won't be too easy.

Lu Xin often shows off his baby from a distance. In Cyclops' impression, Lin Jingheng has always been a young boy who likes to be quiet. The children of the rich and powerful in the first galaxy probably look like that. The grown-ups are polite, courteous, and beat around the bush...until the alliance changes.

The one-eyed eagle once thought cynically that no good seedlings could grow in Watto's soil, a person who looked like a dog, hypocritical and contrived, with a honeyed belly and a sword, and he was full of evil hearts when he peeled it off.

Until he really came into contact with Lin Jingheng.

"I don't understand you," said the one-eyed eagle. "Why, could it be that you wanted to rebel?"

The multimedia in the distance showed that after such a short period of time, the "tyrannosaur" and other three teams were completely wiped out. Lin Jingheng heard the word "rebellion", and glanced sharply at the one-eyed eagle, without denying it.

One-Eyed Eagle doesn't know where he gathered his private soldiers, but the Alliance's forces are all in the first galaxy, and the right to maneuver is almost entirely in the Silver Fortress. If the Silver Fortress took the opportunity to turn against the pirates when the pirates invaded the Alliance, the Alliance might have been wiped out long ago. Not even these decades of peace.

One-eyed eagle: "Then why do you..."

"Why don't you do it?" Lin Jingheng glanced at him, didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but still replied in a mysterious way, "The ten guards of silver have betrayed the water, the pirates will definitely take advantage of the situation, and Lu Xin's old department that has a grudge in the beginning will also come out Follow the chaos, then it is not a small-scale war."

Lu Xinquan knows, he must be angry and come back to life.

Strangely, the one-eyed eagle understood what he meant.

Lin Jingheng paused, and laughed at herself: "But the current situation is not much better, I guess I'm being smart."