imperfections

"I don't think this decision conforms to your behavior pattern," Zhan Lu's voice echoed in the empty Chong San, "Sir, what made you make such a decision?"

This is a barren land ten sailing days away from the base. The chaotic signals are projected through the anti-tracking system that has been formed, like a huge kaleidoscope erected among the stars.

The three trembling base teams have already hid.

Zhongsan turned off the weapon system, and only installed a virtual muzzle - a virtual cannon is actually a special electromagnetic wave. Whoever is marked is equivalent to being "hit". If it exceeds a certain intensity, it means that the protective cover is damaged crushed.

Like a toy, very funny.

Lin Jingheng felt like a [-]-meter tall man, holding a two-inch long water gun, standing at a messy intersection, ready to play a ghost hunting game with a group of preschool children.

The brats were terrified from the bottom of their hearts. They hid like hairless chickens in the alleys extending in all directions, lest they become the souls of the water guns.

And General Lin's task for the next four and a half hours is to find them one by one by rummaging through boxes and boxes, and gently spray their soft little buttocks with a water gun—don't spray too hard, otherwise the almonds in their heads will vibrate show him.

This embarrassing process will also be filmed, and it will be brought back for people to watch after the exercise... Fortunately, this place has left the range of the intranet, and the base cannot broadcast live.

General Lin, who has been wise and powerful for decades, has been completely wiped out so far.

However, there is nothing more important in the world than a man's face, so Lin Jingheng pretended to Zhanlu without changing his face: "The remaining three teams in the base are almost the result of a similar natural selection. The ingenious type, the stable defensive type, and the mobile commando have their own strengths. If they know how to cooperate and are familiar with the anti-tracking system, they still have certain potential."

"You didn't comment like that last time," Zhanlu exposed him very ignorantly, "Last time you said that the remaining three teams represent the three stubborn cancers of human society - despicable people, stupid majority , and big fools who are daydreaming with high eyesight and low hands."

"..." Lin Jingheng was silent for two seconds, "That was a joke."

This time, Zhanlu didn't say "hahaha", but said a little confused: "According to the context at the time and your usual language patterns, I don't think it was a joke."

Lin Jingheng's tone began to be bad: "The biggest difference between human beings and artificial intelligence is that human behavior and language do not have a fixed pattern."

Zhan Lu retorted with reason: "Sir, it seems that sociology and psychology are not your majors. In fact, the research on human behavior patterns has already begun as early as the earth age, and various seemingly complex human behaviors actually have Internal logic. For example, based on your own historical data, you will say to me..."

Lin Jingheng: "Shut up!"

Zhanlu: "...shut up."

The first mech of the alliance and his master almost spoke in unison, Zhan Lu paused, and said faithfully: "Yes, execute the 'shut up' order."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Now he wants to remove Zhanlu from Zhongsan, the mecha core of this second-hand mecha can only be installed on the bicycle in the gym.

"Everyone should already know the rules." At this time, Lu Bixing's voice sounded on every exercise mecha, "In the previous exercises, none of you had the authority to anti-track the system, but this time is different. Among the three teams Everyone has part of the authority of the anti-tracking system. In this exercise, your opponents are not each other, but General Lin. He will be your hunter. Simply put, in this game, everyone used to be blindfolded. Hunt each other, and this time only General Lin is blindfolded, and he comes to hunt you all."

Hearing this, the mech pilots of the three teams, instead of rejoicing that the difficulty had been reduced, became even more nervous.

"Today, we don't intend to eliminate anyone," Lu Bixing continued. "From now on, we will enter the points link. The one with the lowest points will be responsible for long-range patrols around the base until the next counterattack in the exercise. I remind everyone that long-range patrols are long And pain, once there is danger, you are on the front line. And when passing through some areas, the patrol members don't even have signals to communicate with each other, which is easy to cause symptoms such as anxiety and mental tension, which will affect you to a certain extent The follow-up performance. In other words, if you lose once, you may not be able to turn around, so please be careful today."

There was a gleam in Saturday's eyes, and Foucault adjusted the formation at the end. Weasel has already started to use the authority of the anti-tracking system to check the positions of the other two teams-it doesn't matter if the team is wiped out, it won't really die anyway , as long as the other two competitors are worse, he can naturally stand out.

"Lin, you said that the combat experience and capabilities of interstellar pirates are beyond our imagination," Lu Bixing's voice came out of Chongsan's communication device, and Lin Jingheng's ear moved slightly as if it sounded right next to his ear , I heard the other party say, "If the interstellar pirates really scan this area through long-range signals, I want to know whether the anti-tracking system can withstand this challenge, so don't be merciful."

Lin Jingheng glanced at the communication screen, and Lu Bixing hastily added: "I mean, don't show mercy to my subordinates, let's stop with them."

Lin Jingheng: "Don't show mercy to your men?"

Lu Bixing didn't know what implication was not suitable for children from this normal rhetorical question, so he smiled quickly, and he quickly cut off the communication, his earlobes turned red.

Lin Jingheng: "..."

After a while, he came back to his senses, poured himself half a glass of wine restrainedly, and sighed.

A massacre began in the general's messy melancholy.

"Brother Saturday," a holiday voice came from the communication, "Weasel's people are moving, and they are getting closer to Foucault. Are they planning to form an alliance?"

He pondered for a moment on Saturday: "Foucault and the others have the most people, the biggest targets, and relatively speaking, they are also the easiest to be positioned. If I were my opponent, I would definitely list them as the first target."

During the holidays, he said "ah" half-understanding: "Then why did the weasel..."

"In order to fish in troubled waters," said a self-defense member, "you have been fighting for so long, don't you know him? Now they lean over, looking like they plan to get along with each other. Once Foucault and the others are discovered by General Lin, the weasel will be the first One thing is to attack Foucault and break up such a large team directly behind. It is not so easy for Chongsan to pass over the mech group. At that time, Foucault and the others will be the best shields, and weasels can hide behind the shields to attack Heavy three, no matter how many effective attacks can hit, they will get points—there is a jump point behind them, and they can withdraw at any time after the fight."

"The weasel didn't participate in the patrol that time," another self-defense member suddenly said quietly, "he doesn't know what it feels like to meet that General Lin."

Saturday: "What's it like?"

"His spiritual net..." the self-defense team member said, his voice trembling, "When his spiritual net sweeps over, you feel like a sick seedling in the field. There is no room to dodge, and you will be harvested before you have time to react. When you are forced to disconnect from the mental network, it is not as easy as disconnecting from the usual one. You have the illusion that you have fallen into icy water or an empty vacuum. I can’t control anything on my body, as if I just died like this—Boss Saturday, I was counted on the periphery at the time, and some people who faced General Lin directly, let alone the machine armor, are sleeping at the base, and dare not turn off the lights at night The weasel's idea is too beautiful, with their firepower, they can't hit people outside the range of the heavy-armored spirit net. Once they enter the range of their spirit net, they still want to run?"

"Don't panic," said Saturday in a deep voice, "We still have an anti-tracking system, now obey my orders, disperse everyone and keep the column!"

"Saturday, it's three times!"

Under the monitoring of the anti-tracking system, Chongsan's track was presented to the three teams in detail. It began to move in a circle around the periphery of the anti-tracking system, and then stopped near a transition point.

"Boss Saturday, what is he doing?"

"Don't stick to the jump point, move away quickly." Saturday said quickly, "Scatter a little more."

"It can't be separated," Fang Hua said, "We are not on the intranet. Now the communication is fixed-point communication. If we spread out again, we will not be able to receive the signal!"

Staring at Chongsan's orbit without blinking on Saturday, he said in a deep voice: "It is said that these front-line generals have experienced more battlefield situations than you have ever eaten salt, and they can feel the slightest change in the surrounding energy field." The people in the exercise team are afraid of him, and they are prepared to evacuate at any time in case they are discovered, and they must guard the transition point, and the heavy armor can pass through the transition point to remotely sweep..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhongsan suddenly jumped, and Saturday's heart beat heavily.

The next moment, Chongsan appeared behind the weasel out of thin air, and the weasel, who was so full of wishful thinking, had no time to react, and the entire "armored cavalry" team suddenly "frozen"!At the same time, on the surveillance, the Weasel's armored cavalry team went black as a whole. Lin Jingheng didn't fire a virtual cannon, and directly swept their mental network!

However, due to bad intentions of the weasel, all the virtual guns of all the mechas under him were aimed at the allies, and they were ready to be loaded. The moment the control was taken away, all the virtual guns were fully fired, sweeping across Foucault's body like a tide. "Golden Warriors".

Fortunately, Foucault had been on guard against this weasel. At the moment of Chongsan's leap, their team suddenly dispersed, but at least they were not wiped out.

Saturday's eyes lit up, and he quickly synchronized the coordinates to everyone's mechs: "Go back to the nearest transition point, we are ready to transition!"

Facing Lin Jingheng, it was too late to hide, he still wanted to charge up!

Holiday: "Brother Saturday, are you crazy?"

"If you don't take the initiative to attack now, you can only wait to be chased by him for a while, don't dawdle!" After finishing speaking on Saturday, he had already rushed out first. Get used to it, and immediately followed.

In such a short time, the Golden Warriors were crushed by the heavy armor and retreated to the jump point in a hurry. The next moment, the Self-Defense Forces suddenly met them and rushed out from the jump point. The timing was almost precise. Under the cover of the remnant soldiers and defeated generals, like a dagger that suddenly protruded from the depths of the darkness, it rushed towards Zhongsan outrageously!

The heavy-armored oval body is like a bright pearl. Looking at it through the spirit network on Saturday, the man-machine matching degree has reached the highest value in his life.The virtual cannon has been launched, as long as you can sweep Chongsan's side, you can get considerable points, even if you are swept out in the next second...

However, his vision darkened, and the next moment, the two controlled "armored cavalry" mechas seemed to have a prediction, and they just blocked the virtual cannon. Saturday's heart tightened, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition, and it was too late to retreat In an instant, the hairs all over his body exploded, and the mecha spirit network seemed to be suddenly covered by something, and the feeling of suffocation on the verge of death overwhelmed him in an instant. He dropped the line directly from 75%, and he lost consciousness immediately.

The self-defense force's dagger in the dark also fell into the sand, and the survivors hurried back to the voyage, trying to escape separately under the cover of the anti-tracking system.

But it was too late, Zhongsan invaded several exercise mechas, and obtained the authority of the anti-tracking system as a matter of course, Lin Jingheng took off the cloth strips blindfolded lightly, and the little mice hiding in Tibet had nowhere to hide. By half an hour, the entire army was wiped out in exhaustion.

The estimated four and a half hours of exercise ended in less than 10 minutes. The three teams were neat and tidy, and collectively got a negative score, and the loss was exactly the same.

The four students who were in charge of monitoring the practice field looked at each other, speechless.

Whether it's the base's armed forces or the anti-tracking system, months of painstaking efforts have turned out to be so full of loopholes and vulnerable to a single blow in the eyes of those who have actually seen the battlefield.

I don't know how long it took before White cautiously called out through the communication: "Mr. Lu, is the calculation over?"

"Well," Lu Bixing said with some difficulty, "Okay, the exercise is over, tidy up the scene and pay attention to the injured."

Then, there was silence in the communicator for half a minute, Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his tone, and said steadily: "There are three very fatal mistakes today. The first is the transition point. When I deployed the anti-tracking system two days ago, I paid attention Seeing that he carefully avoided all the jump point orbits, if it wasn’t for this, they would probably die faster today, right? I didn’t think of encrypting the jump point at the time, and I was carried away by a few compliments. The second is the battle of the team The consciousness can't keep up. The Iron Masked Cavalry and Gold and Warriors are afraid before they start. They stick to the transition point and will be swept away by the heavy armor. The Self-Defense Force is too aggressive and uses itself to judge others. They don't realize all the transition points nearby They are all within the monitoring of Chongsan, and they cast themselves into the net. The third is that the permissions of the anti-tracking system are not further encrypted. Once our machine armor is invaded, the other party will immediately get all the information of the anti-tracking system, and the anti-tracking system will become Other people's maps, I didn't think carefully."

Huang Jingshu: "Boss Lu..."

Lu Bixing smiled: "What are you doing? Come on, I'm fine, don't hurry to clean up the mess, I have to adjust the anti-tracking system."

To clean up the mess, the students are skilled workers, and they should be dragged away soon, and they should be rescued. In a huge interstellar maze, Lu Bixing sat alone in the mech, with the data of the exercise just before him.

It is impossible to say that there is no frustration.

Since the agreement with Lin Jingheng for three months, Lu Bixing has been living in the workshop of the Jijia Station.When Admiral Lin woke up every morning to torture his body, he had already started working in the workshop.After racking my brains, it is still not satisfactory.

And he was only a young man after all.

Lu Bixing allowed himself to be in a daze for a minute, then quickly rubbed his face to clean up his emotions—turning the heavy hard work and hard work of the past few months into a goose feather, letting them go with the wind with a breath.These are the two major skills that he got used to from bumping into walls in mechas when he was young: don't take his own feelings too seriously, and don't take the time he puts too seriously.

Because feelings are subjective and controllable, as for the time spent...wouldn't the time still pass by lying down and sleeping for a few months?To say that I "give my time" is taking myself too seriously.

At this time, a docking request was sent, and Lu Bixing raised his head and found that Chongsan had approached at some point.The mecha receiving platform on the heavy armor was open to him.

Lin Jingheng waited at the gate of Chongsan's mech receiving station, and through the glass window, watched Lu Bixing's small mech slowly docked, with no expression on his face, but moved the knuckles of his right hand one by one with his left hand behind his back , Doubt yourself too much.

He noticed the problem of the transition point when he helped Lu Bixing arrange the anti-tracking system, but he just adjusted it silently without reminding him.

Because he knows that he is too picky and harsh, and he will always restrain himself in front of Lu Bixing, and the transition point like a "double-edged sword" is indeed not a major flaw in Lin Jingheng's view. For him, it can even be used as a trap in actual combat. Props—that's how Yuan Yiren died... It's just that he didn't expect that Lu Bixing would ask him to participate in the exercise at the base.

"I should wander around a few more times." Lin Jingheng thought, "At least wait until four and a half hours have passed before doing anything."

After the air pressure in the cabin was adjusted, Lu Bixing got off the small mech. Lin Jingheng saw the person from a distance, her spine stiffened, and she looked more serious.

Lu Bixing walked towards him, and the two were silent for a moment.

Lin Jingheng was the first to speak: "A project is very difficult from initial conception to design to completion of construction. It requires systematic thinking and consideration of various details, which requires a lot of time and energy. Compared with Thinking about it, it is too easy to pick a loophole to attack. After all, there is no perfect thing in the world. Although it is necessary to find loopholes and make up for perfection, if someone thinks that people who criticize are better than those who build, then they are just pure It's just stupid...cough, don't worry about them."

Lin Jingheng said, remembering that when he was young, when things went wrong, Lu Xin would put his arms around his shoulders and talk to him.He subconsciously wanted to imitate it, but he was really not an extrovert, and he had never been so "brotherly" with anyone. He raised his hand for a long time and didn't know where to put it. Come out and show your presence.

Lin Jingheng's palms almost broke out in cold sweat.

Lu Bixing looked a little surprised, suddenly squeezed his hand, looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you comforting me, General?"

Lin Jingheng subconsciously wanted to draw it back, but she felt that it was too deliberate to draw half of it, and froze there.