imperfections

"General, I have always felt that the painting style of the Freedom Legion is different from the other two groups of pirates," Turan said, "The group who occupied Voto was the most ambitious, while the anti-Ukraine group was the most crazy. These two characteristics Yes, as soon as you fight against them, you know that they are rich, prepared, and have planned for a long time. The heavy armor is almost the same level as the throat fortress of the Alliance back then, but the Freedom Legion is different."

Lin Jingheng nodded. The Freedom Legion is chaotic in terms of management alone. When experimenting with "opium", it also cooperates with the small cult gang of the eight star systems, the poison nest. The things they do are terrible, but the quality of the personnel is like temporary workers.

Lin Jingheng had been in contact with them twice, whether it was "Zero Zero One" who pissed when scared, or the small mecha team who became mentally disabled when they interfered, they didn't look like any serious rebel forces.

"This kind of biological chip was manufactured outside the domain and was tested in the eight galaxies, so we didn't think about it at first," Turan continued, "but after careful consideration, one-fifth of the population of the eight galaxies is empty-brained." How can I have spare money to play drugs? This should be specifically for the league, especially after the collapse of Eden. So... Is there such a possibility that some people have long known that Eden will collapse, very soon This step has been designed long ago, the so-called Freedom Legion is just a small hooligan from outside the territory supported by this person."

"The Glory Group wants to build an empire, and the Anti-Ukraine Society... Regardless of whether it conforms to their teachings or not, they should have this scientific research ability themselves, and they don't need to find someone else to experiment with the chip." Lin Jingheng said softly, "So the people who support the Freedom Legion behind the scenes It is likely to be an insider of the alliance, this person knows everything in advance, must be connected with one of the other two major pirate forces, and may even be their internal agent, why does he want to deliberately support another group of people?"

"It's possible for money or power." Turan said, "Opium is popular in the alliance, and it will bring unimaginable profits. If the planner does not have enough voice and bargaining power, then he chooses to cooperate with the big pirate. A piece of cake is like marrying someone. If you want to make money as quickly as possible in the midst of troubled times and have your own armed forces, what is more efficient than precise drug trafficking? They are much more promising than those of us who organize people in remote areas to farm. !"

Lin Jingheng gave her a cool look.

Turan quickly squeezed his mouth: "I was wrong, I don't speak, general, don't shave my head, everything is negotiable!"

"One more thing," Lin Jingheng paused, and then said, "Why did the Freedom Legion attack the Anti-Ukraine Society base? What exactly do they want? By the way, has the encryption on the Anti-Ukraine Society Ark been cracked?"

"No." Turan spread his hands, "Ms. Lu is not here, we are very short of skilled jobs, General!"

Lu Bixing followed the chief and the others—since we want to revive the eighth galaxy, we must first resume production and rebuild social order. The chief received the support from General Lin and was so excited that he burst into tears and hid in the room and cried all night .The corroded muscles on his body have not yet grown sharply, so he took his team of old, weak, sick and disabled to fight. The initial idea is to use the relationship network of the former Free Alliance Army, such as Cyclops and Yu William, to spread The big planets stick together. After the Freedom Alliance Army disbanded, most of these people have their own forces. If they can be integrated, the social order will be easy to sort out.

The one-eyed eagle led Yu William to go in one direction, and then sent Lu Bixing to represent him to follow the chief.It is euphemistically called "separate actions to improve efficiency", but the captain of the Turan Guard has sharp eyesight and has already seen through the real purpose of the old Persian cat - he is to throw out Lu Bixing who is always running towards General Lin.

"Bai Yinsan doesn't know which monkey mountain to hold the flag for, and Teacher Lu is not here, so it won't work, general," Turan said earnestly, "Either you restrain yourself a little..."

Lin Jingheng heard that the female hooligan's words became more and more inhuman, and immediately turned his face: "What am I restraining!"

"I'm talking about temper, restrain your temper!" Turan also realized that his words sounded ambiguous, and quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, ah, general, you said that you look so serious and serious, and your thoughts are really... ...I didn't say to make you restrain yourself, what I mean is...you can be a little more friendly, get the person first, then you will find that the world is full of love and fragrance..."

Lin Jingheng turned around and looked at her with a half-smile, thinking that Captain Turan Guard should be stuffed into the cesspit, so that she could experience what it means to "the world is full of love and fragrance".

The captain of the Turan Guard's tail became weaker and weaker, and soon the battery ran out, and he turned around and ran: "I'm going to interrogate the prisoners."

"Wait," Lin Jingheng called her impatiently, "When will you be back?"

Turan replied forcefully: "Soon, I will report to you as soon as I find out the clues!"

Lin Jingheng: "...who the hell asked you?"

Turan, the captain of the guard whose tentacles were cut off, realized that he was being sentimental. He covered his pierced heart and took a picture of his beautiful face at the reflective metal hatch next to him. He was very melancholy and hurt his self-esteem. He replied dumbly: "It's on the way back, within a day."

Lin Jingheng nodded and waved for her to kneel down.

"Who is my mother uglier than?" Turan thought aggrievedly, cursing in his heart as he walked, "I hope you don't get hard, bastard."

Lu Bixing was indeed already on his way back. He handed over the authority to drive the mecha to four students and asked them to take turns driving it. He found a bar to sit at, and he didn't know what he was playing with.

This group of Yeluzi’s students up to now, every time they drive their mechs is an emergency—either high-energy particles are passing through the border, or they are fighting a war. They have never carried passengers, and they drive the mechas up and down like a monkey car.

The chief made them shake their stomachs so much that the muscles on his legs that had been corroded by the rainbow virus hadn't fully grown, and he was still walking on crutches. He struggled to get to the operating table, just in time to hear the little glasses White talking loudly.

White danced and said: "I think this plan is feasible, you believe me, this time Mr. Lu's assessment at the end of the month, we will hand in this topic - entry-level mecha research - how about it, is it very pragmatic? You think, at the beginning When learning to swim, you first start carrying a life buoy, then hold the float, and get used to it bit by bit, right? When you first learn to ride a bicycle, there are always two training wheels on the back of the bike, right? Then why is it necessary for mechas to get started? Boring, so complicated? Can't there be a 'junior mech' as ​​a buffer?"

Mint crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked at him with caring eyes: "Master, because we are not as particular as you, and we still have 'training wheels', do you still need someone to nurse beside you?"

White sighed: "Mint, are you following General Lin now? You will be alone for the rest of your life."

"That stupid beardless guy from the self-defense force chased her all day, I think you should worry about yourself." Huang Jingshu stood side by side with Mint, "I didn't use so much equipment when I learned to swim, a cruel father enough."

Everyone looked at her.

Huang Jingshu shrugged: "My dad is anencephaly, and later he found out that I am also anencephaly. It was the first time he accepted the fact that emptiness is a family heredity, and realized that his genes were destined to be eliminated by the times. I will be inferior people for generations to come, so I am very desperate, and I can’t think about it. I can’t commit suicide. What should I do? I have no choice but to throw me into the river.”

Both White and Mint were silent. They gradually got used to high-intensity study and a life of ups and downs. They got used to mechs, missiles, plagues and wars. The life before the war seemed like a world away.It is difficult for a person to have time to recall the past when he is swept forward by the torrent, but the past is always there, poking in the depths of memory like a needle, gradually wrapped in a thick cocoon, and becomes painless.

Only the fighting cock is heartless. At this time, while driving the mecha like a monkey in the sky, he interjected and asked: "Then I am slow in learning mecha...do I need a ruthless dean?"

Huang Jingshu: "I recommend you to find Captain Turan Guard."

The temporary pilot was greatly frightened, and the mecha almost broke into a transition point on the way. For a moment, all the speakers on the mecha warned him in unison: "Depart from the course!"

The chief scrambled to hold on to the bulkhead of the mecha, and his crutches flew off.

The driver blushed and said with a thick neck: "No, people will find that I have only a white face all over my body, and my singing is out of tune!"

The chief finally couldn't help but interjected, and said weakly: "Children, try to be as steady as possible. The gravity field in the cabin has been trembling for half an hour. Uncle, I am old and can't stand this... Don't worry, Turan Guards The chief does not dare to punish you now, and there is still the law on the protection of minors."

White jumped up: "That's right, Fighting Chicken, you still have two and a half years to practice your singing voice - come down and hand over to me, I want to study how to install a somatosensory sensor on the mecha!"

According to the alliance's regulations, mech pilots must be at least eighteen years old.

The chief struggled to pick up the crutches, and thought worriedly: "I think the driver should be over 28 years old."

The chief's name is Edward Hunter. He is 240 years old and has wasted half his life.A rainbow virus made him walk once on the verge of life and death, and his whole body was visibly thin and aging, showing his old state.

It is not a good thing to be the chief executive in the eighth galaxy. He has no power, no reputation, not to mention gray income, and even normal salary has to find his own way. Anyone who is willing to struggle in this position, no matter what kind of bear he is When I took office, I must have dreamed of doing something for this galaxy.

President Edward has been dreaming for years, waking up occasionally to the biting cold wind, tossing and turning, going back and forth too many times, and being disappointed too many times. His temples have turned gray in disappointment, and he almost died quietly in disappointment.

He thought his sad life would end here, but unexpectedly, God gave him a glimmer of hope.

So it was like starving to see half a piece of bread, but he would grab it hysterically whenever there was a glimmer of hope.

Lu Bixing was not at all afraid that his unlucky student would drive the mecha into the ditch. Chief Edward limped towards him with a cane, and found that he was doing small handicrafts very leisurely.

There is a large glass cover on his left, and there are several palm-high miniature robots on the bar. The robots drag a tail behind them, connected to Lu Bixing's personal terminal, and are carving stones according to the precise modeling on the personal terminal.

The stones are all picked up by Lu Bixing from various planets along the way, with the unique elements of each planet, presenting a variety of colors and brilliance. The relatively regular large stones are carved into exquisite buildings and landscapes by small robots, and glued to a base. On the other hand, the small piece was hand-polished into the shape of a planet by him, and glued to the glass cover. The glass cover was coated with layers of crystal glue, and the inside was dotted with starlight, which was a piece of starlight that could be mistaken for real.

Although there are robots, it also requires a lot of patience and carefulness.Chief Edward watched for a while, holding his breath involuntarily until the little robot finished the last bit of work, turned on the small fan to blow away the debris, and at the same time, the quick-drying crystal glue took shape. Bi Xing turned the large glass cover with a diameter of about one meter upside down, and found that inside the glass cover was a miniature starry sky of the eighth galaxy. In the landscape of the world, some stones emit fluorescent light, embellishing it, like the lights of thousands of houses, which is unbelievably beautiful.

Lu Bixing stretched his waist, bowed his head for too long, his neck and back gave a "crack".Lu Bixing hissed, pressed his neck, and asked with a smile: "Chief, how are you doing? Does it look good?"

Director Edward did not hesitate to praise: "A work of art can enter the eight-galaxy museum."

"Cough...really?" Lu Bixing found that the chief executive is not very good at complimenting people. He went to the "Eight Galaxy Museum" on Gloria Planet once before, and it was like a trash disposal station—he wiped the glass cover spotlessly. , put it in a packing box stuffed with sponge, sealed it, and said, "I'll make a new donation for you when the new Galaxy Museum is built some other day. This one belongs to the owner."

This kind of flashy and thought-intensive thing, a normal person can feel the romantic taste at a glance.In Lu Bixing's last sentence, the implication of "Come and gossip" is obvious, and he is sitting with his tail upright waiting to show off to others.

However, Chief Edward... In a way, he is not a normal person.

He looked at the box in Lu Bixing's hand with concern for the country and the people: "When will the eighth galaxy really be like your model, each of us should have such a picture in our hearts."

Lu Bixing: "..."

Suddenly I feel so vulgar.

The chief sighed deeply again, and Lu Bixing quickly closed the lid of the gift box, then sat upright, with a silent mourning face like a mourning concubine.

Their business was not going well, which was expected in Lu Bixing's view.

Chief Edward was overwhelmed by the spirit of the Venus Self-Defense Force and Admiral Lin's supportive attitude. Before setting off, he was full of ambition. He always felt that this time he could really respond to everyone and lead everyone to a better tomorrow.

However, the devastated reality gave him another blow to the head.

The "sewer" extending in all directions in the eighth galaxy has not been rectified for more than 100 years, let alone such a chaotic year?

This is an objective fact, independent of the president's personal passion and dreams.

First of all, it is a plate of loose sand, full of people like Sister Smelly who sweep the snow in front of the door, and some places have formed a small-scale closed society with its own order, someone to manage, uniform distribution of materials, and can barely organize everyone to produce some life. Necessities - Similar to that little bazaar in Galactic City.But the scale of this kind of common economy is usually very small. In order to protect themselves, they are unwilling to contact the outside world. They have visited several relatively large-scale small social groups. Before the war, they all knew the one-eyed eagle. For the sake of the chief's unlucky appearance, everyone verbally expressed support for the independence of the eight star systems, but no matter how many, they refused to do so.

It is not easy to form a small country so that everyone in it can barely survive. It is impossible for a person who has been struggling with hunger and cold for many years to think of helping his neighbors.Poverty and hard life eat away at a man's dignity, intelligence, compassion.

Apart from these small groups that are doing their own thing, more places belong to the state of anarchy and chaos. That is the real underground world. Even those natives of the eighth galaxy dare not go deep into it. It is full of thieves, robbers, and liars. , murderers, and all kinds of shameless and obscene garbage—it’s not garbage, and you can’t live here. If a person wants to do something serious to make a living, he will be stripped of his flesh and blood by this place, and he will step on [-] feet.

The chief babbled in a sad tone: "Before I left, I thought that we should start to restore the communication in the eighth galaxy, contact these powerful friends from all over the place to form a government, first establish social order, let the credit currency re-circulate, resume trade, first Let everyone take charge of this place, and take advantage of their stalemate, let's find a way to develop ourselves first. Only in the future will we have a foothold!"

Lu Bixing took out a snow-white ribbon from nowhere, held one end in his mouth, and wrapped the other end around the gift box swiftly, echoing vaguely: "Yes."

"The order and effectiveness of the society, the credibility of the government and the law, in the final analysis, is to make the people believe in us... right?" Modern people can't even dominate a small forest, and society is like a big game board. It can survive because players of different roles agree with the rules. Even if someone wants to cheat, it doesn't matter, because the concept of "cheating" itself is against the rules. recognition."

The chief executive has been working as a boss for so many years, and although he hasn't made it out of it, he still knows a little about how the society works. Lu Bixing nodded while doing manual work, and sometimes echoed a sentence without saying a word.Unexpectedly, the chief suddenly turned to him with scorching eyes: "Teacher Lu..."

Lu Bixing hurriedly said: "Hey, I dare not take it. At most, I can teach minors to dismantle mechs. Don't call them that."

"No, no, you deserve it," Chief Edward ignored, and said eagerly, "That's what the Self-Defense Forces are called—Mr. Lu, I heard that the Self-Defense Forces were just a bunch of interstellar smugglers before. But you went and made them as well-trained as the regular army, and even defeated Prince Gloria, I know you are a capable person."

Director Edward seems to regard Lu Bixing as Zhuge Liang who is farming in Nanyang. This is the tone of three visits to the thatched cottage. Lu Bixing considers himself a skilled worker who is not too nerdy. , is a mascot representing my father. My artificial science is not bad. If I have enough resources, I can help plan the military factory, and I can also build an eight-star system communication network according to your requirements..."

Director Edward decided that he had reservations, so he immediately turned serious and said, "Mr. Lu, if you want, I am willing to give you the position of the commander of the eighth galaxy."

Lu Bixing put the wrapped gift box aside and sighed with a headache: "Chief, I used to run a school and scare the teachers away, really..."

Chief Edward immediately drew the next "big pie" for him: "Then the No. [-] public school in the eighth galaxy will be yours in the future, and the financial subsidies and government discounts will all follow the specifications of Woto's Ulan College. How about it?"

Lu Bixing sighed, the chief executive is also very old, he is not a tactful person, and he is not suitable to be a politician if he can make the temptation so unflattering and draw the big cake so unpalatable.

He probably only has a heart that dreams of revitalizing the eight galaxies... and a group of people who would rather be torn apart by the space field and leave the crowd before the blockage fails.

"Chief, if a person is eloquent, he can use his three-inch tongue to deceive three or five people around him to run away with him. I am good at this. If a person is good at MLM brainwashing, he can develop a multi-thousand , and even an organization of tens of thousands of people, every day regards his bullshit as a standard. I think the Prophet Hope of the Anti-Ukraine Society has this ability. But if you want to manage a city, sometimes you need a little luck-the formation of the Self-Defense Force is not It's not my plan, I don't have the ability, it's the result of the intervention of many accidental external forces. As for rebuilding the social order of a galaxy," Lu Bixing smiled wryly, "You think highly of me..."

Before he finished speaking, the chief's eyes dimmed instantly.

Lu Bixing's first love is Lin Jingheng, and his second love is chicken soup. He hates this kind of weathered and frustrated eyes the most. His mind became hot, and he blurted out: "But no matter what you need me to do, I will do my best and go through fire and water."

"Okay!" The chief slapped him on the shoulder, "I'll just wait for your words, I've actually thought about the position for you, you will be the coordinating consultant for the Eighth Galaxy War and the chairman of the special management committee, you There is a right of veto, and the two of us will not ride in the same mecha in the future, and when I am away, you will act as the deputy to exercise the power of the chief."

The young scientist and rural teacher was stunned by this string of titles, and felt that he needed a small book. He had to write the two-foot-long titles silently three times and recite them in full.

Until they arrived at Venus, the chief was still talking about his grand vision, so Lu Bixing had to lie that he had a stomachache, carried a heavy gift, and carried the even heavier hope of the eighth galaxy, slipped away along the path, intending to Report to his general about his new identity.