imperfections

The whole playful exercise has been going on for more than four hours, because the anti-tracking system only has the basic functions turned on, and soon, everyone is familiar with it in the process of rushing.

After familiarization, the process of tracking and anti-tracking was skipped, and the exercise began to change from fighting wits to biting each other.

The "Self-Defense Force No. [-]" piloted on Saturday was flexible, bold and cautious. He was indeed working harder than everyone else. Unfortunately, the rafters in his early days were rotten. After the Self-Defense Force separated, many people did not like him. At this time, the rest of the people in the field spontaneously formed a group and surrounded him one by one.

Saturday was a bit smarter than others, but not much smarter. In this situation, he was quickly hit by a virtual missile and had to leave sadly. In the exercise field, the self-defense force with only a dozen or so people was wiped out .

This turned their crazy slogans and drills into an unconvincing joke.People love jokes, so the applause and booing in the square became more violent.

Lin Jingheng squinted her eyes, looked at the mechs bumping into each other like bumper cars in the practice field, and stubbed out the cigarette butt.

The one-eyed eagle shook his head: "You are really smart. Let me tell you, Lin Jingheng—otherwise, you will put down everything, fight for world peace all your life, save yourself three times a day, and become a complete saint. Otherwise, what will you do?" Don't be shy, just kill whoever you want, just do it directly, kill him happily, and don't care about life or death in the future-what kind of thing are you stuck in the middle? Oh, you are full of hatred, bear the burden of humiliation, and beat one by one with small moves Hit him with a shy face full of righteousness, why, don’t you think you’re a badass, don’t you?”

He said such a long list, but he was still not satisfied, and pointed at Lin Jingheng: "Shame on me!"

Lin Jingheng threw away the cigarette butt expressionlessly: "I gave you face, didn't I?"

The short-lived peace between the two could not sustain a halftime break, and seeing the faint smell of gunpowder again, Lin Jingheng suddenly remembered something, restrained his temper in time, and said to the one-eyed eagle: "Hey, I want to ask you something."

Cyclops sneered contemptuously on his [-]-year-old but still youthful face: "Just tell me if you ask me? What am I? Zhanlu's search engine?"

Lin Jingheng ignored it: "Have you heard of the 'Nuwa Project'?"

The one-eyed eagle's smile froze suddenly: "What?"

"On the Beijing β star, I had Zhanlu scan his genes three times, and the three times did not match." Lin Jingheng watched the expression of the one-eyed eagle, "There is a protective device in his brain, which was illegally implanted in the first time. The chip was accidentally damaged and was discovered by Zhanlu, and I got the genotype of his brain tissue."

Caught off guard, Lin Jingheng put on the table what the two of them had tacitly agreed to, and Cyclops was caught off guard for a moment.

"You have worked so hard to hide it for so many years, and suddenly found out that I knew the secret, but I just avoided it passively, and never even came to question me. How did I confirm his life experience? Your attitude is unreasonable, brother Lu. In my opinion, it’s more like a secret hides another secret, you’re afraid of making too many mistakes, aren’t you?”

The corners of the one-eyed eagle's mouth were frozen there, and the unrestrained laugh lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to have torn his face, revealing the dark texture under the skin that had experienced a century of war.

"You are not very suitable for keeping secrets. Since you don't like the blandishment of the alliance, then I'll just say it straight." Lin Jingheng lowered her voice and asked every word, "The protection in his brain What is the device protecting? Where did it come from? Why does the brain gene not match the body? Does he — and you, have anything to do with the Nuwa project?”

He pressed forward step by step, seeing nothing, the eyelids of the one-eyed eagle began to jump wildly, and his hand subconsciously pressed on the laser gun on his lower back.

Lin Jingheng didn't have the slightest intention of dodging and giving in—this is the mecha station, and the vast mecha spiritual network is his territory. No one can murder Admiral Lin in the mecha group.

The two stalemate for a while, and there was a burst of cheers from the square. The exercise was completely over. The "I'm No. [-] in the World" team may have a poor name, and their luck is not very good. They struggled hard and still did not escape the fate of the bottom. They booed in unison: "Disband! Disband!"

Added a bit of lively comedy to this unscrupulous infighting.

The one-eyed eagle is absolutely true, and he is not suitable for keeping secrets. He didn't say a word, but a series of reactions have already revealed everything.

Lin Jingheng looked at him, her heart twitched, and she nodded slowly: "Okay, I know."

"If you still remember Lu Xin's kindness to you, if you still have a little conscience," the one-eyed eagle rolled his throat for a moment, and squeezed out a sentence, "Don't touch this thing again, it's been 30 years , and it won't get in your way."

Lin Jingheng took a deep look at him, turned around and walked outside the mecha station.

"Stop!" The one-eyed eagle called out to him loudly, "Also, if you don't want Lu Xin's ghost knocking on your door in the middle of the night, then stop using your dirty methods on my son, it's disgusting."

Lin Jingheng paused, suspecting that she had a hearing problem: "What did you say?"

"Didn't hear you clearly? Then let me say it again," the one-eyed eagle gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Honorable Admiral Lin, don't keep treating other people like bumpkins who have never seen the world. What kind of scumbags are you, don't use your flirtatious and indiscriminate methods on my son, have I made it clear enough?"

Said very clearly, second only to the famous old saying "how much money will you have to leave my son".

Lin Jingheng said, "Are you sick?"

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps, and involuntarily played back the one-eyed eagle's high-level remarks in his mind. Lin Jingheng couldn't help feeling that the counterattack just now was not strong enough, so he turned back and struck again after a distance of more than ten meters: "Can you find some medicine yourself?"

At this time, a surveillance camera in the corner of the mecha station turned around, and there were only a few people with authority, so they knew who was behind the surveillance without even thinking about it.

The one-eyed eagle looked up sensitively, and shouted at the monitor: "What are you looking at!"

Lin Jingheng also stared at the surveillance camera, shut her mouth firmly, and walked away.

Lu Bixing sighed at Lin Jingheng who disappeared into the surveillance camera, turned off the video, and blocked the staring old Persian cat, suspecting that the natural enemy between the one-eyed eagle and Lin Jingheng was born to be vicious.

The armed reservists at the base were aroused by Lu Bixing. Each of them held their breath and descended from the sky. The teams that had been playing around became tense and distinct, almost separating the Chu River and the Han border, and did not say hello. pass by.

From that day on, the situation at the base became more and more complicated day by day.

The anti-tracking system is superimposing new functions every day. At the beginning, it is very simple to fold the signal once. After more than ten days, the number of foldings is increasing. A mech shoots a signal. After passing through the anti-tracking system, it is often able to A small maze was folded around, and it became more and more difficult to get past the anti-tracking system on the technical level. The exercise was forced to rise from the simple and rough bumper car movement to the tactical and strategic level.

And there are fewer and fewer teams on the field, and the list of teams on the multimedia screen is shortening day by day. At the beginning, there were nineteen teams, which couldn't fit in a single line, but now there are only a small section left.

As soon as the eliminated team members landed, they would be ridiculed and heckled endlessly by the onlookers. They were often unwilling to leave in despair, and would join other teams the next day to avenge their personal revenge.After the old team was disbanded, former comrades-in-arms would often choose to join a different team due to differences of opinion, personal relationship, etc., and then became rivals again. The subtle relationship between these new enemies and old friends added more variables to the exercise.

"Alliance", "betrayal", "infernal affairs" and "anti-infernal affairs" are staged in turn, making people dazzled.

The veterans of the surviving team are also constantly adapting to the newcomers who join in a steady stream, constantly confirming their position in the team, so the teams participating in the exercise have formed their own organization and rules very efficiently amid conflicts and conflicts. There are even internal hierarchies and interactions.

Daily high-intensity physical training is anti-human, but fighting with people is a lot of fun-especially if there are spectators to join in.

The residents of the base are like the ancients who wanted to catch up with the World Cup despite the jet lag in ancient times. They didn't watch small movies, and flocked to the square every day to watch the live broadcast of the exercises.The quality of the audience is not high, not only mercilessly ridiculing the losers in the field, but also fighting each other because of the disagreement of the onlookers.

In this atmosphere, the surviving teams have long lost the mentality of rehearsal. In addition to the four and a half hours of highly concentrated battles every day, they have to get together to discuss tactics when they go back, or try to use insidious tricks to trip their opponents. .

In the past, the pilots of these two knives would have a concussion for a week if they lost the connection in space once, and it would leave an indelible psychological shadow. Even if they participated in the exercise, the four students who were in charge of scooping people outside the field greatly improved their man-machine matching with the mecha, with an average increase of 15% per person, and became skilled workers in dragging drones.

When there were only three teams left in the practice field, Lu Bixing announced that the anti-tracking system test had been completed and could be officially applied, and the exercise was suspended.

Among the three teams, the Self-Defense Forces had the least number of people on Saturday. From the first day of the exercise, the Self-Defense Forces were on the road of being besieged. Later, the siege became a habit, and they were also labeled as "public enemies". Everyone seems to have some deep hatred with them. At the beginning of each exercise, the first task is to form a group tacitly and knock out the Self-Defense Forces. Under such circumstances, the Self-Defense Forces survived stumbling to the end. The responses all began to stand out, almost becoming a short and sharp "powerhouse".

The team with the largest number of people is called "Golden Warriors". Because of the word "Golden", they have attracted a large number of fans. They can account for half of the [-] mechas in each exercise. The boss of the "Golden Warriors" is a seemingly inconspicuous woman named Foucault. When the old lady was in charge of the Self-Defense Forces, she was one of the senior full-time members, and she rarely expressed her views. , and don't make much of a claim, but she is there every time there is something, so she is inexplicably ranked in terms of seniority, and others can always think of her.

There is also a team called "Iron Face Cavalry" - the "Iron Face" of "Iron Face and Selflessness". The name is very righteous, and the moral level is very low.They were the first to buy spies, dispatch moles, and give laxatives to their competitors. There was a boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. No one remembered his name, and his nickname was "Weasel". Ke, now over two hundred years old, weasel has not changed his "heroic qualities", he is still a pure despicable villain.

Lin Jingheng drove the heavy three, and asked Zhanlu to cooperate with Lu Bixing. It took three days to install the anti-tracking system that had been launched in a hurry, and conducted the last field test. The operation was good...even beyond Lin Jingheng's imagination.

After this anti-tracking system goes online, once the signal sent by the base is captured and tracked, there will be [-] indistinguishable fork roads in front of the tracker, and the probability of finding the coordinates of the base from them is [-] in [-].

What kind of project is this?

If it is in Woto, the Alliance Military Commission has to hold at least six hearings before finalizing the plan. After that, it will take at least nearly a year for bidding and construction, and then for acceptance. Measured for half a year.People eat horses, get kickbacks, and academic engineers who have never been on the battlefield and front-line troops have different ideas, conflicts and frictions, and repeatedly hinder each other. Such an exquisite anti-tracking system will take two years to successfully implement. Years, hundreds of millions of one-galaxy coins are no problem.

Lin Jingheng checked manually at the end and adjusted it according to the interstellar waterway map. Apart from admiring secretly, he felt a little inexplicably proud.To him, Lu Bixing is like a rare flower. Even if it was lost in the barren soil, it has withstood countless winds and frosts that he can't find out or imagine, and finally grows a gorgeous color by itself.

Admiral Lin rarely gave a very high evaluation: "If it is in Silver Fortress, I will lay off the entire military industry team."

Lu Bixing said modestly: "This is very rough, and it can only be used as an emergency. After using it a few times, the other party will find the way."

Lin Jingheng stared at the anti-tracking system, quickly figured out several ambush plans in his mind, and asked casually, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Let's start a school," Lu Bixing said, "I'm still not reconciled to the death of Xinghai Academy."

"In Taiping, the school can run at any time, it's not a problem." Lin Jingheng said while calling out his personal terminal to write and draw on the waterway map, "Maybe after this war, the alliance will no longer be the same as before. Where do you want to go in the future? If we leave the base in the future, do you hope to find a relatively safe post-war shelter, or do you want to be an engineer with the army?"

Lu Bixing said without thinking, "I'll follow you."

Lin Jingheng must have heard this before, and would not take it to heart, but suddenly, he inexplicably remembered the nonsense that the old Persian cat had uttered in the mecha station that day, and looked up at Lu Bixing in a strange way.

Lu Bixing's eyes were extremely bright, and when he met Lin Jingheng's gaze, he seemed a little nervous, he had to hide his gaze, the tiny light swayed slightly in his irises, almost flashing the effect of radiance, and he was still restrained He reached out and wiped under his nose.

He said "I'll follow you" just now, and there was an ambiguous ambiguity immediately.

Lin Jingheng thought calmly: "Fuck your ancestor one-eyed eagle."

The air seemed to be starting to heat up, and after a few seconds, the two looked away in a flutter.

Lu Bixing started a random conversation in a panic: "There are still three teams left in the base, and there is no point in letting them continue to fight among themselves. Tomorrow, we will pull them out for field exercises. Can you do us a favor and act as a test?"

Lin Jingheng basically didn't hear what he said, and agreed: "Okay."