imperfections

The men looked at him in horror.

Ares Feng ticked his chin like a kitten, making a strange sound of friction between metal and skin, and asked, "Why, don't you understand?"

When the most insane pirate leader in the entire universe is not broadcasting bombing planets, he even walks very slowly, staggering, swaying, and always holding something on his hand, probably because the prosthetic limb does not feel safe.

If you cover his terrifying face and just look at his back, he almost looks like an elderly and kind uncle.

"Yuanyiren has spoiled me all these years, he is a bit crazy, but he has always been so crazy," Ares Feng tapped the ground lightly with his crutches, "The last place he disappeared is death The desert, why? The desert of death has complex terrain and is very dangerous. No one with a brain would go there to face unknown opponents. Even if he had a reason to go, he would at least send me a letter, right? But he No, it means that in his eyes, the opponent is not an opponent."

The subordinate looked back at the group of small mechas who were fighting to the death with the detection team, and asked in disbelief, "Like this?"

The Self-Defense Force suffered heavy losses. In a short time, three or four mechas were already dead.

It happens from time to time to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but I have never heard of someone pretending to be a pig and being eaten by a tiger.

If this is pretending, then the pretending is too realistic—could it be that these mechs are all unmanned?

Ares Feng ignored it, and said softly as if talking to himself: "Such a big team, with heavy armor, why was it wiped out in one go, leaving no scum? If the opponent doesn't have a hyperspace heavy armor team, then Yuan Yiren and the others were likely to be conspired first, and the other party detonated the nuclear missile depot...or a super energy source such as the jump point, but even if the jump point explodes, it is unlikely to wipe out the entire mecha team. But we didn't receive any alarms or distress messages—that is to say, Yuan Yiren and the others chose to continue chasing after suffering heavy losses. Yuan Yiren is not stupid, this only shows that the other party looks weak beyond recognition Imagine, it is likely to be such a small mecha team with two or three kittens."

At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door, and a man walked in quickly: "Your Highness Ares, I heard that your men have found a weapon..."

"The heart is black and the hands are cruel, do you know who I think of? We have visited the alliance over the years and learned many times." Ares Feng didn't seem to see anyone coming, and still said to his subordinates, "Lin Jingheng After his death, didn’t his ten silver guards go their separate ways? These people have not moved until now, maybe some of them have fallen into the eighth galaxy.”

The intruders stopped abruptly after hearing this, and stood up as if facing an enemy: "What are you talking about? Ten Silver Guards!"

The person who came was a tall and thin man, his appearance was between middle-aged and young, and his clothes were incompatible with the space mech. A long robe with tight-fitting leggings breeches underneath. This dress is said to be from the ancient earth era. It is an organic combination of gorgeous baroque style and mysterious oriental Hanfu style. Only the most rigorous retro school can wear it.

It’s rare to see such retro-retrofits in other places, but there are as many as there are in the “Anti-Utopia Association”. .

"Good evening, Prophet Luwa." Aresfon turned around unhurriedly, bowed to the other party, and corrected, "I don't think this looks like one of the ten silver guards. It should be just a few people. After the alliance self-destructed the Great Wall, the Silver Ten Guards once mutinied once. Although they soon dormant and compromised, the alliance was used to hypocrisy, and might not settle accounts after the fall. Five years later, the former elite team was sent to remote areas, and it was very difficult to live in various places. Normal, what do you think?"

After Ares Feng arrived outside the territory, he defected to the Anti-Ukraine Association, where "faith" leads everything, and each armed force will be assigned a highly qualified "prophet" from the Anti-Ukraine Association, who will be responsible for daily supervision and brainwashing work. Just in case those interstellar pirates with missiles indulge in contemporary weapons and forget their great mission of anti-technology.

This lover of "Baroque Hanfu" is the brainwashing commander-in-chief of Prince Gloria's guard.

After listening to the "Prophet", his face was serious, and after careful consideration, he nodded and said, "Yes, you are right, we have been in the country for so long, if it is really one of the ten silver guards, probably the entire eighth galaxy They will all be lifted up by them, and they will not hide their heads and show their tails like this—His Royal Highness Ares, what are you going to do?"

Prince Gloria raised his eyebrows, blood was showing on his benevolent face just now: "Of course they were blown up."

The Prophet froze, remembering the bad luck of this old lunatic blowing up three planets in a row, his temples throbbed with pain, and quickly said: "No, the higher-ups are very concerned about the ten silver guards whose whereabouts are unknown. If your deduction is correct, this It may be our only chance to obtain information, we must keep it alive!"

Ares Feng licked his lips, but said nothing.

Seeing his expression, the prophet knew that talking about the "big situation" with this guy was playing the piano against the cow. Like a hunter who was afraid that a mad dog would bite the hide, he waved his hand involuntarily: "You stay here for me, you don't need to intervene in this matter." , I will bring someone to meet them!"

Ares Feng stopped smiling, and looked at the prophet coldly: "What do you mean?"

"I'm not taking credit for you, we are one," the Prophet softened, and patted Prince Gloria's shoulder sincerely, "Before you wanted to take revenge, the organization thought you were too violent, so I carried it for you Stress, because I understand you, now you also understand me, okay? If you miss important information, I can't explain it, brother!"

Ares Feng looked at him for a moment, his eyes softened a little, and he touched him with the back of his fist reluctantly: "Brother."

The Prophet smiled and said, "For life and nature."

Ares Feng's face was gloomy, and he followed him with a babble: "...life and nature."

After the Prophet fooled him, he hurriedly turned around and left to order his own soldiers. He was afraid that if he was too late, the Silver Ten Guards would fly away.

Hearing that the Prophet took his team out of Hong Kong, Ares Feng showed a strange smile on his "unreconciled" face, and asked the subordinates next to him: "I heard that these idiots who run a cult gather together to meditate all day long. , is actually gathering people to take drugs?"

The subordinate said in his ear: "Yes, it is said that it can help them concentrate and return to the truth."

"No wonder, my brain has turned into a sponge." Ares Feng laughed lowly, "Since the 'sacrifice' is willing to take the position, let them catch a big fish and see who the other party is. Let's go Close the net."

Lu Bixing came to his senses after receiving Foucault's communication request.

It was past one o'clock in the morning at this time, and the old year passed in such a chaotic way. Through the spiritual net, he saw Chongsan not far or near him, and the huge heavy armor was particularly conspicuous. For a small mecha, Zhongsan is almost like a small planet that can shelter from the wind.

Lu Bixing was sure that Lin must have heard what he was going to say at the time. He closed his eyes and recalled carefully. When he was interrupted by the alarm in the middle of what he said, Lin held him down and played with him. The expression of the man was somewhat forced to be calm. , There seemed to be a little panic in it.

Panic... what kind of reaction is this?

Lu Bixing once firmly believed that Lin Jingheng had a crush on him, but maybe the road ahead was too dangerous, or maybe the chicken soup was poured to others in a different way, he was a little hollowed out, and suddenly became uncertain.

A thought that had disappeared for a long time came back to life, and Lu Bixing thought: "Am I just pretending to be passionate? This is a bit embarrassing."

Lu Bixing rubbed his face hard, as if he wanted to wipe off the embarrassment on his face, and accepted the communication request: "Hey, I'm here."

Foucault's face jumped onto his communication screen. The woman was not over two hundred years old. She didn't look old, but she didn't feel youthful either. The fresh skin couldn't resist the passage of time. She had a pair of wrinkled eyes. pupil.

"You didn't arrange for the transfer of residents in the base," said Foucault, "do you believe that we can stop this wave of pirates?"

"I really want to answer 'yes' to you," Lu Bixing smiled bitterly at her, "but you don't believe me if I tell you?"

"Elder sister is at this age, just be honest with me, don't fool me with the words that fooled those young people on Saturday." Foucault rolled the corners of his eyes, showing a gentle smile line, but this stingy smile disappeared immediately, She said, "The population of the base is 1000 million, which is too much. I figured it out. We don't have a starship. All the mechs and the pile of tattered merchant ships can transport a quarter of the people. That's pretty good, the pirates probably won't give us a chance to run back and forth, so most of the rest of us will definitely be left behind, right?"

Lu Bixing sighed. When young people focus on their dreams and struggles, only such veterans can calmly count their fortunes: "Sister Foucault, you estimate very accurately."

Foucault asked: "So you didn't mention it at all, did you think it was too cruel?"

"No." Lu Bixing shook his head.

At this time, he suddenly didn't look like that "Mr. Lu". "Mr. Lu" has done a good job of being a teacher, always optimistic and cheerful, always holding a pot of chicken soup, ready to spray holy light on every "undergraduate" at any time, fooling around. Their "teacher believes that you have the potential to reach the pinnacle of life".

At this time, Lu Bixing was so objective that he was even a little indifferent. He was silent for a moment, and then said: "The pirates are coming too fast, and it's too late to make up lies at this time. As long as one person realizes the problem you mentioned, the base will be over, and no one will control it." If you can handle the situation, you don't need to wait for the interstellar pirates, they can destroy themselves... Spencer should have considered this issue too, so those merchant ships were left there without even daily maintenance. He knew this was a dead end. "

"Spenser is a smart guy, sometimes too smart... let's not talk about him." Foucault turned serious, "I don't think there can be only one wave of interstellar pirates. If the pathfinder is broken, there will be a large army coming soon , I have been to the black market outside the territory many times, and I know a little about them. Teacher Lu, when we meet the interstellar pirates, we basically just deliver food, which is also a dead end. Teacher Lu, you made a choice for us, can you tell us? When we get to the front line later, how should we save our lives?"

Lu Bixing gave her a meaningful look: "Sister, have you discussed with the weasel?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Weasel picked up in the communication channel: "Mr. Lu, you built the anti-tracking system by yourself. No one is more familiar with you than you. We all listen to you."

Lu Bixing paused: "Unconditional obedience?"

Weasel and Foucault, who were forced to join forces under the crisis, looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"I need you to listen to General Lin's deployment at that time," Lu Bixing said, "regardless of whether his orders are reasonable or not, don't question him, and execute them as quickly as possible. He may not save everyone of you, but he will do his best. reduce the death rate."

The weasel hesitated for a moment, then rubbed his hands together: "This... Mr. Lu, I may not be right to say this, but General Lin... the great general, the dignitary of Watto, he really... really doesn't seem to be able to People who care about our lives..."

"When he comes out with you, he treats you as his soldiers." Lu Bixing said lightly, "It doesn't matter if he is enthusiastic, indifferent or anti-social, but a person who doesn't care about the casualty rate of soldiers may be able to become a death squad leader. It is possible to become a general in the league, not to mention any record, I think this idea is still very logical, right?"

Weasel and Foucault are instantly convinced by his objectivity.

"But the casualty rate belongs to the casualty rate. For you, a plane crash means almost [-]% fatalities. Missiles have no eyes, so be careful." Lu Bixing opened the route map, "The jump point ahead is the last jump point, get ready ?"

Ten sailing days away from the base, the last pirate mech was shot down.

Saturday couldn't dodge in time, and was hit by the flying mecha fragments. The outer wall of the mecha made a toothache sound. He poked at the core of the cabin blankly, listening to the mecha's endless mechanical voice. Report the extent of damage.

"Self-Defense Forces..." Saturday's voice was hoarse, "The Self-Defense Forces will report the numbers according to the numbers of the mechs."

This method of reporting numbers is commonly used by regular troops. Lu Bixing has only taught it once, and has never actually used it. If the person in front does not answer, the people behind will wait for ten seconds...and then speak for him.

"Self-Defense Force No. 60, I'm Saturday, the protective cover is damaged, the power system is damaged by [-]%, the missile is empty, and the energy to support the particle cannon is insufficient."

After he finished speaking, no one answered, and the communication channel was silent.

Realizing something on Saturday, my heart twitched violently.

Those ten seconds were stretched infinitely long.

It seems like a lifetime has passed.

There was a slight noise in the communication channel, and a self-defense team member stumbled and opened his mouth: "Self-Defense Force No. [-] aircraft, luckily only scratched, and there are two missiles... On behalf of... on behalf of 'No. [-] Unit'" Number, number two, are you still there?"

It was the first time that the Self-Defense Forces used this method to report the number. They were not familiar with the rules and still had modest expectations. However, as the time passed and no one answered from the No. The No. [-] aircraft has been shot down, and the comrades-in-arms are on vacation...the whereabouts are unknown."

They don't have the great Eden technology, and everyone who is smashed together with the mecha can only get a "whereabouts are unknown" conclusion.

"The No. [-] machine reports the number on behalf of the No. [-] machine..."

"The No.11 machine reports the number on behalf of the No. [-] machine..."

There were 30 members of the self-defense force. After one battle, twelve mechas were lost, shrinking by nearly half, and the living people were hanging among the stars, and there was no time to die in agony.

Saturday: "Send a letter to the base contact station, saying that the pirate team has been defeated, we will guarantee..."

"Saturday!" A self-defense member suddenly interrupted him, "Look at the monitoring of the anti-tracking system, look!"

Looking back suddenly on Saturday, on the small screen, a group of light spots representing mechs were rushing towards them densely, and soon filled up a corner of the screen—endlessly, without end.

When they waded through mountains and rivers and knelt at the feet of fate exhausted, fate did not give them a good face.

The massive regular army of pirates is finally coming.

There was no sound on the communication channel of the Self-Defense Forces.

For a moment, when Saturday thought of his previous rhetoric—it would be better to die in battle than to live by idling—he felt as if it had been a lifetime away.

"Strange," he asked himself inexplicably, "how could I think that?"

Then he cleared his throat on Saturday: "There are eighteen mechas left in the Self-Defense Forces, eight of which are still capable of combat, eleven missiles in total, and four particle cannons available. According to our previous method, only Enough to fire a round of artillery...the food is running out, the ammunition is running out, it is meaningless to hide in the anti-tracking system to fight guerrillas now, we must either fight or retreat."

The shadow of the forward pirate mecha can already see the shape.

"But I still..." Saturday's voice trembled, and he paused for a very long ellipsis. He continued, "I still don't feel reconciled. I want to try again and live like a human being for a few seconds. The anti-tracking system is the best Only after the outer layer of encryption is cracked can the opponent continue to drive in. Since the Self-Defense Forces are the vanguard, they must at least pass me before continuing to drive in, what do you think?"

Speaking of this, Saturday gritted his teeth, and without waiting for the team members to answer, he continued: "The armory and protective cover of the No. 0023 unit are no longer available. I will be your shield. The nearest transition point to us is [-]. The encryption has not been cracked yet, those who fired the last missile can withdraw from there, and others...others can do what they want."

As Saturday said, more and more people came out, the small oval mecha was mottled all over, only the power thruster on one side flickered, like a fire in the dark, against the wind, it would not go out even if it died.

Immediately afterwards, a mecha that looked like scrap metal followed him, then the second, and the third...

Within 5 minutes, none of the ten mechas that had emptied their arsenal fell, and they all followed him out.

With mixed feelings on Saturday, at this point, he had nothing to say, he sent the coordinate direction to all his teammates' mechs, and set off.

The pirates advanced very fast. At first, it was just a small spot of light on the anti-monitoring system, and then the shadow of the mecha appeared on the monitoring. Before the pirate mecha team arrived, the energy reaction like a mountain roar and a tsunami had already pressed towards them.

Later, the opponent's fuselage could already be seen in the missile's long-range sight.

There are no small mechs in this team of pirates, and the Vanguard is also a medium-sized battle mech, and a few heavy armors are the finale in the Chinese army.

When they faced each other from a distance, the alarm of being locked by missiles sounded on the mechas of all the self-defense forces.

Saturday speeded up suddenly, and they rushed toward each other like moths—when they were blown to pieces, they would obscure the opponent's line of sight, generate a large amount of energy disturbance, and interfere with the opponent's anti-missile system. Eleven missiles and The remaining four particle cannons can be fired at once, even if only one pirate mecha can be shot down...

This is a bit ridiculous to say, because since ancient times, only around the treasures of heaven and earth, there are ferocious beasts guarding them.

Will there be someone desperately guarding such a rat-raising gutter in the base?

Does it make any sense?

The opponent suddenly opened fire.

On Saturday, the five senses and six senses were extended infinitely along the spiritual network, and I felt the vastness of the place of burial.

Suddenly, the mech's siren stopped.

Saturday dazedly wondering: "Did I get hit?"

However, when he opened his eyes, he found that a dazzling light exploded in front of his eyes, and a wave of missiles collided with the pirates suddenly, barely blocking the deadly wave of missiles not far from them.

Immediately, countless small mechas opened up a huge shield, like the time they resisted the high-energy particle flow together, blocking the aftermath and debris of the explosion at the periphery.

At the same time, Lin Jingheng's calm voice came from the communication channel.

"Patrol damage rate is too high, withdrawn from exit 0023."

On Saturday, the circles of my eyes turned red.

Chongsan's acceleration was astonishingly fast. Before the patrol could follow the order to retreat, Zhanlu's mental net had already swept to the opponent's striker's side, and the pirate's forward's spiritual net fell like wheat. Lin Jingheng didn't stop, waiting for their attack The spare pilot automatically withdrew after attempting to recapture the spirit net, and the fast-advancing pirate vanguard inevitably stalled, while at the same time, the base armed forces opened fire.

Although the hit rate of the missiles at the base was low, but fortunately the enemy had a large target and was stabilized by Lin Jing, this wave of missiles exploded colorfully.

At the same time, Chongsanli received a communication request from the enemy.

Zhanlu: "Sir, the pirates want to be with you..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted him: "If you don't want to chat with me, withdraw!"

The uneven armed forces at the base always retreated more decently than attacking. Lin Jingheng gave an order, and everyone disappeared collectively under the cover of the anti-tracking system, like a school of fish entering the sea.

The prophet of the Anti-Ukraine Society slammed the table angrily: "Scan the transition point that the detection team has decoded just now, blow up one by one, and violently push their hidden gadget!"

"Who is that..." Lin Jingheng said, "Wednesday or Friday, give me your spiritual network authority."

Saturday, who was forced to work, did not dare to argue, and hurriedly gave up his authority, lest General Lin use violent means.

The path where Self-Defense Force No. [-] had just fought with the pirate detection team immediately appeared on Zhong San.

Lin Jingheng glanced: "Preparing to jump to port 0078, turn off the missiles and use the particle cannon."

The pirate team approached their known transition point like a bulldozer. Following the order of the prophet, dozens of missiles rushed towards the transition point. The huge energy almost caused a chain reaction in the surrounding area, and a part of the anti-tracking system channel was instantly exposed. .

However, at the same time, following the explosion, the armed forces of the base suddenly detoured to the pirate's flank, emerged from an encrypted transition point, and opened fire without saying a word.

Hundreds of high-energy particle cannons form a wave of high-energy particle streams. Unlike nuclear missiles, particle cannons are much less affected by energy disturbances, and even a bunch of clubs can hit accurately.

The pirate's flank seemed to be blown away by the wind, and it was overturned in an instant.

But they had no time to react, and the attacker sank into the anti-tracking system again.

This is guerrilla.

In the communication channel of the armed forces at the base, the scumbags who had never been so majestic erupted into a tsunami of cheers, talking about the two exciting and effective attacks just now.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, everyone's mechs heard the alarm of being locked by missiles.

Lin Jingheng said coldly: "Haven't you learned the norms of communication terms? I will shoot anyone who makes unnecessary noises."

The communication channel can be heard.

Lu Bixing covered his face, and thought in his heart: "Embarrassment is embarrassment!"

Anyway, at this point, no matter whether he was self-indulgent at the beginning of this story or not, he no longer wants to let go.