imperfections

What is war and chaos, what is chicken flying and dog jumping-just look at the base at this time.

Lu Bixing's "Two 10 Minutes" obviously overestimated them.

There was a lot of "squeaks" in the mech station, and the artificial sun was about to be awakened in advance. In the bright lights, there were messy people everywhere, dressed in all kinds of ghosts, and the onlookers from all walks of life asked questions , The momentum is huge, like a group of toads in a river pit after the rain, the rumors are like the breeze passing over the water waves, one wave after another, it is simply a group.

Some people screamed, some yelled, some people wailed because they didn’t know what happened to them, and some children hid outside the mecha station, hugging the cold iron gate, watching their caretaker leave in a hurry.The old people who had gathered to celebrate the New Year still had cream sticking to the corners of their mouths, resigned to their fate and huddled together, looking at the desperate night sky at the base.

And with the great base armed, they dropped the chain without suspense.

In a hurry, the assembled team of the Golden Warriors collided with the Iron Masked Cavalry. It was already the time for the two teams to compete for the top and bottom. No one would let the other pass first. Foucault's people scolded the weasel It is "impurities in the septic tank", and the weasel people scolded Foucault and them as "flies chasing farts".

There are also some slow-moving old and weak soldiers who were blocked by the crowd and couldn't find their own organization. Because they couldn't participate in the scolding battle, they ran around in a hurry.

For some unknown reason, a small group of people took advantage of the chaos to jump onto the platform first, and left the track in their mechs.

Fifteen pirate mechs turned the New Year's Eve at the base into a horror movie.

If it was on the Silver Fortress, Admiral Lin would be able to shoot them collectively.

White was trying his best to maintain order when someone grabbed the back of his neck.The boy who hadn't grown up in stature screamed "Aww", his limbs scratched, and he was carried to Chongsan's feet without touching the ground, and found that several of his classmates were already here.

"Everyone go up," Lin Jingheng threw White on the ground, and raised his finger to Chongsan's hatch, "Where is your teacher? Why did you disappear in a blink of an eye, contact him and tell him not to run around and come to me."

Mint hurriedly contacted Lu Bixing's personal terminal, but was rejected by the other party.

The next moment, the multimedia screen on the square suddenly lit up, and Lu Bixing's voice pierced through the commotion of the entire base.

In a hurry, probably not enough time to stew a pot of chicken soup, this time Lu Bixing rarely talked nonsense.

"If I were you guys," Lu Bixing turned on the biggest searchlight at the mecha station, and the light shot straight into the sky, shining on the mechas flying far away in the sky, "I would prepare to abscond before they fly far away." people shot down."

Foucault and Weasel, who were arguing endlessly, raised their heads at the same time, and the mecha station was silent for a moment—no matter where they are, there will always be some "skilled people" who are particularly far-sighted. People want to prove themselves, some people simply want to protect their family members, and some people just want to sneak away when the crisis comes.

The armored cavalry and the golden warriors accounted for half and half of those who escaped by stealing mechas, so no one needed to laugh at the other.

Weasel's face turned green, and he didn't care about the quarrel anymore. He and Foucault looked at each other angrily, and quickly led the people aside, and each got into the mech.

Immediately afterwards, the spirit nets of the mechas on the ground spread out one by one, rushing towards the small mechas that had just left the orbit, knocking the slow-moving people off the link of the spirit nets.

But the fastest runner was already out of the range of the small mecha's mental net. Without further ado, Foucault got on the track and accelerated to the maximum. A has not yet completely escaped the gravitational force, and she has already fired a missile—as expected, she is the oldest self-defense member of the base. It exploded into a string of fireworks, shaking the base like daylight in an instant.

Ten sailing days later, foreign enemies attacked, but the first shot in the base was used to clear the door.

The crowd on the ground was dead silent at first, and then no one knew who was the first to whisper: "Dead... are you dead?"

The word "dead" rippled through the crowd, and Lu Bixing spoke again: "If you don't know who to listen to now, please listen to me first—if you haven't boarded the mecha, follow me , Take your position on the platform, see here for the situation on the front line."

As he said, the picture sent back on Saturday appeared on the multimedia screen. From the picture, only eight or nine mechas could be seen in outline, and the rest were blurry silhouettes, but it could be seen that people were different. many.

"I'll just say it here once. Up to now, Prince Gloria hasn't overwhelmed the border. It's just a detection team with fifteen mechs in total, which is half of our long-range patrol team. The base is covered with an anti-tracking system. It’s not that easy to be located either.”

After Lu Bixing finished speaking, he went to the mecha station.

At this time, the mecha platform was relatively quiet. His figure was very conspicuous under the violent lights of the mecha station. His shadow was dragged extremely long, covering the mecha group of the mecha station, which was almost terrifying.

Lu Bixing waved his hand towards the outside of the mecha station: "Irrelevant personnel should spread out and stay out of the way."

When he led people to repair the multimedia audio system and the energy system before, everyone in the base was used to listening to him give orders, and now they backed away in reflex.

Lu Bixing turned and walked onto a mecha, the voice still came from the multimedia throughout the base: "Today was the last time I would send supplies to Saturday, because he planned to disband the Self-Defense Force. That is to say, although the pirates are just a The detection team, but in front of them there is only a group of patrol personnel who are about to disband. So why are you dawdling, waiting for the coordinates of the base to be revealed? Or waiting for you to die without a place to die?"

After he finished speaking, the mecha went directly to the acceleration track. The people who were still lost and hesitant on the mecha station seemed to have finally found the leader, and one by one they lined up to get on the mecha, and many small mechas came out in single file.

Lin Jingheng made a gesture to the students, and led them to the Chongsan and the accelerated track in an unhurried manner: "Zhan Lu, mark the mecha of Lu Bixing, keep an eye on him at any time."

"Yes," Zhanlu said, "Mr. One-Eyed Eagle probably thinks the same way. He is sixteen standard fuselages away from you."

It was only after being mixed up by Lu Bixing that the two originally distinct teams were forced to come together, and the dividing line seemed much blurred.

Lin Jingheng stretched his five senses and six senses in the spiritual network, and surrounded the crooked team not far or near, ignoring the students around him, silently counting his own heartbeat.

A few minutes later, the ups and downs of his chest became more and more gentle. Finally, in the midst of the noise, his mood that had been fluctuating violently just now barely calmed down. Lin Jingheng secretly heaved a sigh of relief, feeling vaguely grateful for the group of pirates. The time has come for them.

Lin Jingheng left a lamp waiting for Lu Bixing, it was really a last resort, the three-month agreement expired, Lu Bixing got deeper and deeper in this base, Lin Jingheng had to pour a basin of cold water to wake him up.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu did not follow the usual path. He came in without arguing or arguing. He stuffed him with a mouthful of butter without any explanation, and then went off topic and ran into the sky.

Of course Lin Jingheng knew what he was going to say when he was interrupted, but she wished she could pretend she didn't know.

Fortunately, there was Prince Gloria in front of him who was setting fire everywhere, otherwise today would not know how it would end.

In such a short time, the signal of long-distance communication has passed through countless transition points and spread outside the domain.

Lin Jingheng cleared up his worries for a short while, glanced at it, and said to Zhanlu, "How about Remote?"

Zhanlu: "The signal is good."

"Okay, connect me to the captain of the self-defense force."

"Obtained the communication terminal permission of Captain Saturday, and is requesting communication—"

He had been decadent for several days on Saturday, and felt that his skin had been emptied. At this time, the sudden enemy attack shattered his dream of life and death, and adrenaline rushed into his limbs and bones like a blowout, and the hairs on his body were about to shatter. Flying out of the pores, Saturday stared at the motionless pirate fleet without blinking his eyelids, wiped off his cold sweat, and felt a urge to urinate: "Again... just make sure that your virtual guns are turned off, give me all of them Take a closer look, is the arsenal open?"

On holiday, he pinched his little rabbit's ashes tremblingly: "Boss, you've asked this question for the third time."

"Saturday, I'm nervous."

"I'm also nervous... Fuck, who the hell interrupted this?" A communication request jumped in unexpectedly, and Saturday shuddered, and after subconsciously connected, he realized that something was wrong—they were not on the base intranet now, It stands to reason that at this time, you can only communicate with your teammates around you.

But the teammates are all in the communication channel, who is this?

I was so excited on Saturday that I had no time to think about it, so I immediately cut off the communication.

At this time, General Lin's frosty face appeared on the screen: "I am Lin Jingheng."

The moment he saw him clearly on Saturday, his emotions almost collapsed, and he thought that the reinforcements had arrived: "General Lin, you are here, I..."

"I'm still at the base," Lin Jingheng interrupted him unhurriedly, "It will take about three hours to get to your place."

A weak knee on Saturday.

Lin Jingheng: "So these fifteen pirate mechas are yours."

"I...I..." Saturday's mind went blank, and he said incoherently, "It's impossible for us, besides...they may have reinforcements, I can't do it, you know our level..."

Lin Jingheng smiled meaningfully.

"I don't know, but you can take a gamble." He said coolly, "If we can still find your whole body in three hours, maybe we will hold a space funeral for you."

Looking at him desperately on Saturday, through the communication screen, I suddenly found that Lin Jingheng was different from the past—Lin Jingheng's usual image was very "unruly". , walking drippingly to the main control room of the mecha station.And although he doesn't like to talk to people, he is very "positive", "mean and serious, serious" "positive", like a teaching director, although others dare not presumptuously in front of him, they will not be afraid of him.

But tonight it was all the other way around.

Lin Jingheng's shirt fit perfectly, the button was fastened to the neckline, and went all the way into the belt buckle, without any wrinkles. The short boots were spotlessly wrapped around the trouser legs, and the gloves did not reveal a trace of skin except her face.But when he looked into Lin Jingheng's eyes, he felt something crazy and frightening from them.He looked like a water monster just waking up in the shallows, lazily showing rows of fangs.

"Stand up straight," Lin Jingheng said, "I want to know what your self-defense force's position is?"

On Saturday, trembling, he leaned on the wall to stand firm, blushed and "meowed": "Sharp, sharp knife."

Lin Jingheng nodded and commented: "Yes, I dare to think about it, but I must correct you. At your level, even if you are a security guard in a remote galaxy, you are probably only qualified to do logistics maintenance work."

Saturday, who was downgraded from a sharp knife to a screwdriver, looked disheveled.

"But a screwdriver can also kill people." Lin Jingheng paused, "Remember what I said next, I'll just say it once - don't have any direct confrontation with the regular army, I've taught you this lesson countless times in exercises, but you just turned a blind eye to it In your team, the average man-machine matching degree is only 59%. On the battlefield, the average is less than 80%, which means that you are like leeks at the mercy of others, and you must not be the main attacking team. The outside team The pirates are the detection team, the value may be a little lower, but it will not be lower than 75%. Fortunately, both of you are small mechs, pay attention to the safe distance, and don't let the spirit nets overlap. "

On Saturday, he pinched his thigh fiercely, calming down his trembling calf.

Lin Jingheng neither nodded nor shook his head, and continued: "The anti-tracking system is your trump card, and long-range guerrilla attacks and ambush are your only chances. Do you know how primitive people hunted and killed large wild animals?"

Saturday swallowed: "Bait and trap."

A smile flashed across Lin Jingheng's face: "Yes, but remember, your prey are not lions and tigers, but hyenas and poisonous snakes. Be patient. The bait must be fake and it is best to deceive yourself. You will fall into the trap of the other party, do you understand - I have already placed the first bait for you."

Saturday: "What..."

"Boss, they moved!"

"I'm in remote communication with you now. Remote communication will generate a strong energy response, and even penetrate the encryption of the transition point. The other party should have sensed it. Alright, let's cut off the communication now." Lin Jingheng sent a message to Saturday The key, "Use this key to connect to remote communication urgently when you need it. If you have any last words, I can convey them on your behalf. See you in three hours."

The pirates had obviously located a transition point hidden in the anti-tracking system, and they were slowly approaching there. Saturday's mind went blank, and two seconds later, he yelled into the communication channel: "Don't be a fucking idiot! Stand still, withdraw more than ten kilometers from the No. 006 transition point, the missile is ready to launch!"

Mint listened to the entire remote communication in silence. At this moment, she suddenly said, "General Lin, I have seen your computer-simulated battle in the main control room."

Lin Jingheng turned her head and glanced at her, and the courage that Minhe finally mustered up was almost vented.

Lin Jingheng raised her eyebrows a little surprised: "Huh? You actually understand?"

"It wasn't there at the time. I checked a lot of information and asked Teacher Lu." Mint swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Pirate explorers are tentacles stretched out, they are not afraid of breaking, they are equipped with omnidirectional Once an armed conflict occurs, the recorder will record the whole process of the exchange of fire and send it back to the pirate team in real time, allowing them to accurately evaluate the enemy's combat effectiveness. If the detection team is wiped out, they will use the evaluation value, Release the 'sacrifice' for the second round of testing. These people are the bottom of the pirate team, or they want to climb up, or they have a handle in the hands of the pirates, so they can only do their best, because the combat power is similar, even if they lose, the opponent will definitely It was a tragic victory, and it must be the most lax and vulnerable time, they will wait for the real pirate group."

Lin Jingheng looked down at the long-distance communication network. The huge communication network was laid on the ground in Chongsan. Somewhere outside the territory, a small light spot of unknown meaning flickered regularly.

He praised without sincerity: "You are quite hardworking."

Mint took a deep breath, and trembling tendons appeared on her slender neck: "If you want to save them, you should ask Principal Lu to find a way to block the other party's signal, and then make an emergency leap over to solve them as quickly as possible. People can't do it, General Lin, you can. But you let them dawdle...so...the bait you can use to deceive yourself is actually Saturday, right?"

Lin Jingheng stared coldly at the girl, and the other three students subconsciously stepped forward and surrounded Mint in the middle, like a group of chicks, hugging helplessly into a small ball.

Strange to say, when Lu Bixing was around, the students were afraid of him, but they never felt that he would hurt them, like looking at a lazy lion through a glass cover.

But at this time, Principal Lu's mecha was two teams away from them. The students came to their senses and found that the glass cover had disappeared out of thin air, and the sleeping lion was standing a few steps away.