"These Vottos on the mecha must be sent away as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too much of a hindrance to move, and an emergency jump will consume half of my medical reserves." Lin Jingheng said, "Send in batches, natural wormholes are easy to interfere, Stability is difficult, put together, if there is a problem with the passage, it is easy to be taken by Poisson Yang!"
"Commander, Poisson and the others are busy analyzing the starter," Liu Yuanzhong, the sixth guard of silver, said like a ghost, "I brought the wormhole experts of the Interstellar Expedition with the army, do you need them?"
"Where did you come from?" Lin Jingheng was startled by him.
Captain Liu Guard was accustomed to it, and showed a miserable little cabbage smile.
"Yes, let them immediately give me a plan, with what frequency, what scale, how to send people, and when traversing the wormhole, we must take into account safety and efficiency."
"Yes."
"Send an order to Turan, and I want to dispatch a group of reinforcements from the Eighth Galaxy."
The guard who gave the order was stunned: "Commander, reinforcements from the Eighth Galaxy have to pass through the wormhole, is there enough time?"
Lin Jingheng pinched his eyebrows wearily: "If you can catch up, catch up. If you can't catch up, it's your life. All the armies count their weapons and existing supplies, and give me a rough number. What about the old anti-Ukrainian society Huo with a long name?"
"Hope is fine, General Lin is welcome."
I am afraid that there is no word "kindness" in General Lin's dictionary. When he raised his hand, a huge interstellar channel map was in the air. In the middle was the Heart of Roses where they were located. The sign came out: "There is nothing near the Heart of the Rose. Not only we know this, but also the Free Legion. As long as Lin Jingshu is not killed by Woolf, she will be here sooner or later."
Hope is no nonsense, nodding to show that he understands.
When the eighth galaxy was cut off from the first galaxy, the wormhole was closed once, and the chaotic gravitational force destroyed the artificial equipment that had been erected around it very cleanly. Now this place is a real "wilderness". , for the artificial intelligence version of Woolf, it is equivalent to a vacuum.
It is suitable to be a "safe haven" for the coalition forces, and of course it is also suitable to be a fortress for the chip people.
"The anti-Ukraine Society's transition interference technology is somewhat useful. You are responsible for the first line of defense, focusing on guarding the transition point."
Hopillo bowed: "My honor."
Lin Jingheng raised his head and looked at Hope through the communication screen. After a moment of silence, he said, "You are understaffed and your combat effectiveness is limited. I will give you a group of reinforcements - the First Galaxy Frontier Guard Army, Lao Du. Is there anyone still alive under Ke's subordinates?"
Someone in the communication channel responded immediately: "Yes, General Lin!"
"How many troops are left?"
"Report, except for the traitors, mutineers, and fallen brothers of the Freedom Legion, the Border Guard of the First Galaxy now has 28 heavy armors, 73 medium armors, and 106 replacement small mechas. This used to be our position, and we are willing to fight on the front line."
"Okay," Lin Jingheng nodded, "be a pioneer for me again, responsible for reinforcing our temporary ally, is there any problem?"
Said to be reinforcements, but in fact it was also to watch over him. Hope smiled and didn't take it seriously - if Lin Jingheng was willing to trust someone wholeheartedly, it wouldn't be Lin Jingheng.
"Then everyone, let's get in touch on the communication channel." Hope was about to set off immediately.
"Wait," Lin Jingheng stopped him with a sullen face, "Prophet Hope, Lin Jingshu ended up in a woeful situation in Wotto because she didn't expect Woolf's last move, but she couldn't have predicted you."
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Hope was taken aback.
"Using Wang Ailun to lead the commander-in-chief of the Central Army to the ground, take the opportunity to wipe them all out, or use the galaxy occupied by pirates as a threat to force the Central Army to surrender - this plan seems okay at first glance, but many possible problems have not been considered. Go in. For example, what if the anti-Ukrainian army will cross the bar, the alliance army in the sky and the central army do not fight, and the people on the ground escape into space? Another example, these old people are hard-hearted, and they would rather be destroyed than surrender. If you want to fight her to the end, what should you do?"
Zheng Di's voice came out of the communication channel: "Hey, hey, who are you insinuating about? We still have weapons in our hands, we can still fight, there is a glimmer of hope, at least there is a chance for revenge, and we are disarmed. There's no drama at all. Besides, what's the difference between turning into a chip man against your own will and dying? Even if they kidnapped my daughter in front of me, that's what I mean! Why are you so hard-hearted?"
"Most of the veteran hawks think like him," Lin Jingheng said to himself, ignoring Zheng Di, "It's impossible for Lin Jingshu to not consider this, she didn't get to this point by playing tricks, she must have left behind, I am ready to confront the regular army. It’s a pity that Woolf flipped the chessboard in the middle, and we didn’t have the opportunity to show it. We currently know little about many technologies of the chip man. Don’t take it for granted, prepare me for the worst.”
Hope gave him a deep look: "Thank you for reminding me."
This time, the situation was urgent, and the Silver First Guard had no time to do detailed pre-war intelligence work for him.
But he knew his enemies so well.
Hope sighed, waved his hand, and the small mecha group of the Anti-Ukraine Society followed him and slowly drove away from the Heart of the Rose.
Lin Jingheng watched them from the fine net for a moment, then turned around abruptly: "Old Zheng, don't talk nonsense here, come here to lead the second line of defense."
"Zheng Shuai" has become "Old Zheng", Commander Zheng of the second galaxy has no temper, so he leaned over and listened to him carefully.
In the past, when the alliance's military power was highly concentrated, the Central Army was on standby in various places, and the Silver Fortress was responsible for dispatching the overall situation. Lin Jingheng was used to giving orders, and the veteran generals of the Central Army were also used to listening to this dog's temper. When there is a difference of opinion, he just sprays it back. Anyway, all of his elders are present, and Lu Bixing, who is good at dancing with long sleeves, can't fight.
Lin Jingheng is extremely efficient, and the plan for transporting refugees has only come out. In his hands, a "fortress" with complex layers and interlocking links has been formed around the heart of the rose.
"Commander." A familiar voice came, Lin Jingheng raised his head, and unexpectedly found that the representative of the technical staff of the Interstellar Expedition was Mint, and she actually came out with the army, "We have already done a good job of escorting unarmed personnel through the insects in batches. Preparations for the cave, when do you leave?"
"Let's go now when you're ready, there are many dreams in the night."
"Yes." Mint was obviously ready and was about to leave immediately.
"Wait, little girl." Lin Jingheng glanced at Mr. Lu who was hesitant to speak, and under Mint's surprised eyes, he said, "Be safe, go back quickly, we are short of technical foreign aid."
He gave the order, and the first batch of Votto residents slowly drove towards the wormhole with an uncertain future.
Mint accompanied the army and was a technical foreign aid, responsible for escorting these poor people who had left their hometowns to the eighth galaxy.
People crowded silently in front of the screen and looked in the direction of the first galaxy. Of course, they could see nothing but darkness.
Officials have clearly stated that it is only a temporary refuge during wartime.
But when will this war end? The freedom corps chip man who has almost occupied the whole world, and the terrifying super artificial intelligence, are more deranged than the interstellar pirates who invaded the alliance 20 years ago, can it really be defeated by manpower? How many days can the shelter of the Eighth Galaxy be safe
What's more, even if God takes pity on them and let them return to the first galaxy one day, Votto is gone.
But no one cried, and there was an almost tragic atmosphere inside the starship—the first evacuees were all Volto volunteers, voluntarily exploring the way for their compatriots. Because the sky of the first galaxy has been turned upside down, it is not unusual for anything to happen now. No one dares to guarantee 100% that the natural wormhole area must be safe.
The natural wormhole area may also be manipulated by the enemy using unknown technical means, and they may be crushed by the chaotic time and space as soon as they enter.
"Do you think this scene is a little familiar?"
When Mint turned around, she found a fighting cock behind her.
"I heard that the technical foreign aid sent by the expedition team was you, so I applied for it." Cockfight smiled, put on his military uniform, and the stupid big man seemed to have become tall and mighty, "I'm the captain of the escort team."
Huang Jingshu is a twisted hollow-brained girl, Mint is an orphan, White is the second-generation rich countryman in the Eighth Galaxy, and Fighting Cock is a gangster who only speaks with his fists. At that time, their future was clear at a glance. The empty brain disease would probably hate society under the ubiquitous discrimination. The girl in the orphanage who was greedy for money planned to learn a little technology to make black money. Be a second-class citizen.
"As for me," Cockfight said, "I guess I might become a cannon fodder for the underworld, or go to jail. I can't tell which kind of life is better. It would be nice if there was a parallel world."
Mint asked curiously, "What?"
"Parallel world, an ancient popular genre," said Cockfight, "for example, when I sacrificed on the battlefield, my soul returned to the seventeen-year-old before the Beijing Star was blown up. As a prophet, I can change the fate of the people around me in another world. such as."
"I think you should go back to the fertilized egg period," Mint said. Although the four of them grew up in different directions, they always got along like real relatives, so they were mean and merciless, "re-develop their brains well. Once again, bah, why are you talking so auspiciously? It's approaching a wormhole, everyone get ready!"
The fighting cock held her shoulders lightly.
Inside and outside the wormhole, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Bixing looked up at a signal light that was on - the escort team would always signal outside in the wormhole, and if the signal light didn't go out, they were safe.
Outside the natural wormhole area, the second batch of Votto people who will be evacuated is also ready, like an unprecedented migration.
Life or death is uncertain.
The first evacuees were all immersed in the natural wormhole, the signal lights began to flicker, flickering on and off, and there was no one in the entire communication channel.
Every time the signal light goes out, it is a heavy blow to the hearts of the coalition forces.
After being frightened for about half an hour, a long murmur suddenly came from the communication channel, and the guard who was closely observing the signal trembled and almost jumped up.
"Don't panic." Lu Bixing held down the guard, "Analyze the signal."
"Chief, there is audio."
"The time flow is different, slow down the audio."
The guard's throat moved a bit, and his mind went blank to follow the words of the landing. After the noise was slowed down several times, it finally became clear.
"We come from the promontory, closed to the silent mountains.
In the grassland abandoned by the starlight, light the beacon that calls for freedom—"
The song of the Free Alliance Army from the Eighth Galaxy, the signal is stable.
Natural wormholes are temporarily safe!
The whole communication channel was buzzing like a festival.
Lin Jingheng breathed out calmly, fortunately, this at least shows that they can wait for reinforcements from the Eight Galaxy, and there is still a way to retreat.
Only then did he realize that his mouth was dry, he turned and walked to the corner, took out a cigarette and lit it. Think about whether you have any omissions.
Lin Jingheng has led troops for decades, and this is the first time he has taken the lead in breaking discipline on the mecha.
Suddenly, a hand reached out and snatched the cigarette from his hand.
"No smoking, no fire, no spraying on the space mech, I confiscated it, Commander." Lu Bixing said, while Yan Guo plucked a sip of his own, and then it was wiped out in Zhan Lu's robotic arm and let him deal with it, and handed it over Give Lin Jingheng a cup of warm water, "Your lips are peeling, you are not afraid of splitting, drink some water."
In the communication channel, the commander of the sixth star system, who was already in his seat, heard this sentence and said with emotion: "Lu ai, I don't want to call you President Lu, can I call you Jixing?"
Lu Bixing happily agreed.
"He is attentive, and he is thoughtful in his work." The commander of the sixth star system was usually taciturn, and he only complimented people with a few words of praise. He dryly praised Lu Bixing several times, and sighed again, "And his temper is really good, than General, your father is much stronger. I met the one-eyed eagle brother of the eighth galaxy when I was young, and he is also a cannon barrel. Who do you look like? Professor Mueller?"
Lin Jingheng listened, and after a few steps away, looked up at Lu Bixing: "No one is like him, he grows up."
At this time, it was before the storm, and the weather was calm for a short time. The old commanders had a moment of free time, and finally had time to talk about it in the communication channel, and asked Lu Bixing how he was doing in the eighth galaxy, whether he had suffered hardships, foster father Did the one-eyed eagle take good care of him? I heard that the one-eyed eagle had passed away, and it was another sigh.
Commander Nagus of the third galaxy said: "The old brother died young, but we useless wastes are still bouncing around, sigh. It's okay, good boy, if that bastard Lin Jingheng is in the eighth galaxy. You, come find us."
Lin Jingheng sneered: "You?"
Commander Nagus himself felt that what he said just now was strange, so he laughed at himself: "Why does my words sound like marrying a daughter?"
Lin Jingheng: ""
He swallowed the sarcasm in his mouth and lowered his head to drink water without saying a word.
A group of people from the eighth galaxy followed him and pretended to be deaf. Only Lu Bixing held back his laughter and winked at him quietly.
They had been fighting and escaping for their lives just now. Neither of them had time to talk in private. On the surface, it seemed like a partnership between the chief executive and the military commander. Lin Jingheng doubted that if the old commanders knew the truth, they would Can perform a fried nest live, and then convict him of hooliganism.
Lu Bixing raised his hand and put his hand on Lin Jingheng's shoulder affectionately, and said without hesitation: "He is very kind to me, he has always taken good care of me, and accommodates me in everything, in all aspects."
Lin Jingheng always felt that the last sentence "every aspect" sounded very malicious, so he gave him a kick.
Zheng Di listened with a gratified smile, smiled and sighed: "Whoever treats you badly, he won't either. Back then, the general said that Professor Mueller was busy with his work and didn't like children. He had no hope of holding his own children in this life. Now, take Jingheng as his biological supporter, chat in private, three words cannot be separated from him, we have a female colleague who said, this is not like 'biological', like the general's own birth, we even have him for a year You know how long it is."
Lu Bixing's eyes lit up, urging him to talk about Lin Jingheng's childhood.
Lin Jingheng said angrily, "Are you guys okay?"
Zheng Di couldn't stand the look of the surname Lin, so he deliberately stretched out his hand and gestured: "When I first received it, I was so tall, with a big head and a small neck, ignoring people, and being picky eaters. The general was worried all day long, and even asked a pediatrician for consultation. The expert said it was fine, but it turned out to be fine. After the age of eleven or twelve, people are in a hurry, just like applying fertilizer. The ground jumped for more than ten centimeters, like a suddenly stretched plasticine. The flesh and bones couldn't keep up. He was so thin that only a handful of bones remained. Every day, he wrapped himself into a ball. The inner coat hanger stretched his shoulders, the general didn't know, he slapped it, beep-"
Lin Jingheng blocked Commander Zheng from the communication channel with driver privileges.
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