When Lu Bixing heard that the sound was wrong, he just jumped off the mecha platform, and when he looked back, it was too late.
He is more than 800 meters away from the nearest mecha, but there is no humanoid mecha core that can overturn the base at any time, and he searches all over his body, only a spatula with a curved handle!
While Huang Jingshu was on the mecha platform, she just stumbled and tried to hang up the fine net. The match rate was as high as 53%. She gritted her teeth, sank her heart, and tried very hard to adapt to the mecha perspective. Unexpectedly, just after she successfully switched to the mecha perspective, she saw this scene head-on, which scared her and almost disconnected from Jingwang.
Since Lu Bixing and the others started knocking on the pot, the idle people in the base gathered outside the mecha, looked around, and witnessed the accident together. Screams and exclamations sounded all over, and there was a self-defense with serious psychological barriers. The team members grabbed the railing: "Mecha root is not something that ordinary people can open, I said it! Why don't you believe it!"
Lu Bixing ignored him, turned his head and ran to the nearest mecha, and at the same time called up the base authority, trying to force the acceleration track to close with external force.
But even if the acceleration stopped, the huge inertia of the mecha is still not able to be braked by that weak friction. The acceleration track roars and changes the track, straightens up as much as possible, and dangerously avoids the cooling tower and the floating electricity, where it comes into contact. A ferocious spark erupted.
Eight hundred meters, without the aid of any tools, the world record of a man's Scud is also close to one and a half minutes, and one and a half minutes is enough for a mech to knock out the thin artificial atmosphere of the base.
Lu Bixing opened the contact remotely and shouted at the out-of-control driver: "Control your fine net!"
However, the driver had lost consciousness under the strong stimulation, and the white foam he spat almost suffocated him. The human-machine matching degree quickly dropped below 50%, and the fine-net link was suddenly disconnected.
The closed acceleration track could not dissipate heat, and it was obviously overheated, and the alarm sound of the entire mech was ringing.
The worst thing is that at the same time, other mechas connected to each other by the intranet and communication also saw the scene on the ground. Panic quickly spread from the ground to the sky, and some of the mecha pilots did not have enough psychological quality. The human-machine matching degree of many mechas also began to fluctuate.
In the blink of an eye, three or four people have been disconnected from their own nets, and the protective nets that have just been formed seem to be riddled with holes, and the fear is still spreading—
The one-eyed eagle scolded "the mud can't support the wall", sinking his consciousness into the fine net, gritted his teeth and tried to fill the vacancy. He came with eight unmanned mechas on his back. The signs of energy overload - the fine net of the small mecha is not like Zhanlu, and it does not have such a wide coverage area. Even if he is forced to overload his energy, he can only manage the problems in a small area nearby, and he can't reach far away. .
At this time, Saturday's voice suddenly came from the communication intranet.
Saturday: "Leave it to me!"
The one-eyed eagle felt that there were bloodstains in his gums, and he opened his mouth and sipped the blood: "Can you do it?"
Saturday: "What else can I do!"
During the holiday, he yelled out a conch voice that he could barely make a sound: "Mom!"
The one-eyed eagle fell: "What kind of lucky charm is this?"
When the mecha defense cover was constructed, Lu Bixing had considered emergencies. He first counted the number of experienced pilots, and then divided these people according to the coverage of the mecha network. If someone suddenly dropped the line, they could take care of the people around them - Cyclops listened and thought he was nonsense, because these so-called "more experienced", that is, the group of patrols they met when they first came to the base Level, I am thankful that I don’t drop the line, and I still expect them to take care of others
Who knew that there were so many problems before the protective cover was built, and it really had to be done like this!
On the ground, the acceleration track has been pulled to the extreme, Lu Bixing caught a glimpse of Huang Jingshu's mecha parked outside the track: "Little Huang!"
His voice went straight down the contactor and hit Huang Jingshu's ear, and the girl shuddered.
Lu Bixing: "You have learned this!"
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Yes, in Zhan Lu's fine net at that time, Lin had personally led them to experience how to extend and spread the fine net, and how to invade the opponent's mecha where the fine net overlapped.
But how is it possible
Half an hour ago, she thought she was going to be a human-shaped mascot and was dragged to the sky by Lu Bixing.
Now he's letting her drag a runaway mech by herself
Sometimes, one second can be infinitely long. In a split second, Huang Jingshu's mind circled around the eight galaxies three times, wandering in countless legendary places of miracles, trying to find "people can create miracles". evidence. But the boundless interstellar alliance, the unsurpassable Garden of Eden, the interstellar waterways extending in all directions, and the beauty that exhausted her imagination and indescribable, they were all too far and too far for her, a girl with an empty brain who was living in eight galaxies. It's true, there's no way to give her any power.
The side of the out-of-control mecha had already deviated from the track, and Huang Jingshu's eyes followed it, narrowing his field of vision to only a small strip, as if everything else in the world had disappeared except for her and this out-of-control mecha.
She heard her heartbeat, heard her rapid breathing, and repeatedly gave futile orders to the mecha that she didn't obey. A desperate thought broke out, she thought: "I can't do it."
However, at the moment when the out-of-control mecha began to roll over, the fine net that had been repelling her finally hesitated and moved slowly, as if she had hit a switch by mistake, and the fine net suddenly spread out.
It should be said luck.
Or maybe, every turn of fate in the world is accompanied by a little luck.
In the time and space like a sea of smoke, from light to the universe, to the folded quantum and the joys and sorrows of the world, all are accompanied by cold probability, those dice keep spinning in fate, and keep running to the next unknown direction.
Huang Jingshu sighed. She suddenly caught the interface of the out-of-control mecha on the fine net that she had spread out. She rushed up decisively and with all her might, just as she did not hesitate to take out a wine bottle and smash the spider's head. , the whole figure seemed to be divided into two, and the pressure brought by the fine net to her suddenly tripled, but at the same time, she successfully invaded the other party's fine net!
She was like someone who was swept away by the flood and caught a handful of thorns and vines on the mountain wall on the way. In this case, she had no time to think about whether it hurt or not, and she could only grab it desperately. Live as long as she can.
"Stop," she thought.
The out-of-control mecha continued to tilt down with her out-of-control consciousness, ignoring the weak voice of the girl.
"Stop! Stop for me!"
At this time, the residents of the base who were watching suddenly said, "Stop!"
They shouted like this, the first sound was a bit messy, but the second sound had already become a scale, and people's voices joined in like a river flowing into the sea: "Stop!"
The out-of-control mecha has been tilted more than 45 degrees, and it is about to turn over. However, the strange thing is that the panicked crowd seems to have found a unified voice, but no one screams anymore, no one runs around anymore, they all said in unison: " stop!"
In the blink of an eye, Lu Bixing finally touched the mecha, and at the same time, the reverse braking function of the out-of-control mecha was successfully activated.
The fine net released by Lu Bixing immediately covered it. The human-machine match between Huang Jingshu and the runaway mecha was dangerously stopped at 50%. Lu Bixing entered the gap, in order not to squeeze the girl's fragile consciousness and hurt her. His operation was extremely delicate and subtle, and he just stopped his match at 50%, and then used this slight balance to drag the out-of-control mecha and make it finally stop at the edge of the acceleration track.
Then he said very softly to Huang Jingshu on the intranet: "Girl, take it slow, take it slow, don't be nervous, you are the most talented student I have ever met."
Huang Jingshu followed his instructions and slowly retracted the fine net that she had spread out. Only then did she realize that in the thrilling moment, her blood pressure had risen sharply, bursting the capillaries, and the nosebleed had flowed into her mouth. .
The crowd erupted in cheers mixed with crying.
At the same time, dozens of official members of the Self-Defense Forces in the sky are like the steel bars of the entire protective cover, holding the surrounding comrades who have lost their chains.
It seems that there is really a dead ghost mother who is blessed by the spirit of the sky.
Twenty minutes later, Lu Bixing readjusted the acceleration track, carried the damaged mecha and the injured out to the infirmary, and let Huang Jingshu go first. Then, he took another nine unmanned mechas to the track. Arranged in order on the coordinates.
The moment the three hundred mechas finished docking, it seemed to form a closed loop. All ports seem to be connected together, and Jingwang actually communicates with each other!
Originally, everyone seemed to be carrying a heavy stone on their shoulders, and it was difficult to walk. At this time, these stones became a slate and fell evenly on everyone. Everyone was freed from the unsustainable fine net!
He came back after half an hour on Saturday and asked aloud, "This is what you pretended to be last night?"
Lu Bixing's voice did not pass through the intranet or the ground contact center, but through the fine net, it sounded directly in his ear: "This is called 'iron cable', and it is realized by port resonance, which is similar to the principle of remote control of mecha. However, it is rarely used in actual combat, and is generally seen in honor guard performances.”
"Why?" White asked very exploratively. "If everyone is connected like this in actual combat, wouldn't it be very convenient to resist the opponent's invasion?"
Lu Bixing laughed: "Everyone saves effort, but everyone's control over Jingwang is also decreasing. You have to collide with each other when you drive your own. So many people drive so many mechas, don't you want to mess up?" Come on, isn't our school too focused on rationale and light on essays, why, haven't you heard the story of 'burning the company'?"
The cockfight asked, "What is the fire burning?"
Lu Bixing sighed: "I've never heard of Huoshao Company, I've heard of the story of Prince Gloria's guard attacking the guard of honor outside the third galaxy a few years ago, Lao Lu, don't get excited, I'm just on the matter, I didn't mention it. he!"
The crowd laughed.
I don't know who shouted in Jingwang: "Mr. Lu, is your school still recruiting people?"
"Mr. Lu, do over-age students want it? Although I'm one hundred and two years old, I'm still very young inside."
"Mr. Lu, can you choose the subjects for the entrance exam by yourself? I still can't recognize the characters in the league. Let me take the sports exam."
"Master Lu"
The bright white light of the protective shield swept out of the atmosphere like fish scales. When people at the base looked up, they could see that the original blue sky and sunlight were refracted by the additional protective shield, forming one after another flowing rainbow, like a kite from the sky. pass by, or go back and forth.
Several surveillance cameras of the mecha dutifully performed their duties and passed the footage to Lin Jingheng, who was on the way back. The rudimentary protective cover took shape, and the people on the ground jumped and jumped like a festival.
Zhan Lu caught the gap between the two pieces of music in his earphones, and he said a few words, and he asked, "Sir, are you laughing?"
"You read it wrong." Lin Jingheng withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and glanced at the coordinates of the mecha Beijing. At this moment, he glanced at the energy fluctuation map next to the coordinates.
It was a small map the size of a palm, which monitored the gravitational force, cosmic rays, etc. in the surrounding environment in real time, and drew a complex map for computer analysis.
Lin Jingheng lived to this age, most of his life was spent on combat armor, he glanced at the shape of the energy fluctuation map, and suddenly had an inexplicable intuition: "Zhan Lu, cover Beijing's fine net, and then put Your scan range is maxed out."
"Yes," Zhan Lu said, reporting after a while, "there is no abnormality within the scanning radius."
Lin Jingheng: "Using the six nearest transition points to expand the scanning radius."
Zhan Lu reminded: "Sir, remote scanning consumes a lot of electricity, our energy is not enough"
Lin Jingheng: "Sweep."
Zhan Lu passed through the transition point in response, and his limited vision immediately expanded to endless time and space. At the same time, Mecha Beijing felt that a large chunk of its energy reserves had evaporated out of thin air, and sounded the alarm dissatisfied.
The next moment, a cluster of silhouettes was suddenly locked by Zhan Lu, and Lin Jingheng's eyes suddenly condensed - it was a ghostly mecha team with a heavy armor as the core, and there were at least hundreds of combat armors around, fast and silently. Passing through Zhan Lu's somewhat blurred vision, well-trained, the pirate flag of Prince Gloria's Guard is printed on the abdomen of each mecha.
"Sir," Zhan Lu quickly assessed the opponent's combat effectiveness, "they have formed a medium-sized mechanical team, armed with live ammunition, as if trying to search for the underground channel that slipped through the net."
A medium-sized mechanical team, if it is in the alliance, needs to be led by people above the level of a major general.
Destroy Beijing Beta in minutes.
"The Egret Star is located in a remote location and is often the docking point of various underground channels. They bombed the egret, and they probably wanted to completely clean the underground channel." Lin Jingheng said in a low voice, "The other party's navigation direction is the underground channel close to the base."
Lin Jingheng was on the base's underground channel at this time, and at this position, he could already connect to the base's intranet, which meant that if the pirates went a little further, the intranet would enter their detection zone.
Those idiots who are still unknowingly celebrating the sky of the mech will be exposed to the pirates.
Can't let them go any further.
Lin Jingheng stood up abruptly, stretched out his hand, and laid out half of the military maps in front of him. His fingers quickly swept across several of the transition points, and the data of countless simulated routes jumped out. He became a path within ten seconds. After screening, he turned his head and told Zhan Lu: "Prepare to jump."
"Sir," Zhan Lu said quietly, "the last backup energy source still has less than 60% of the power left, the power system is more than half damaged, and the defense system almost fails. This time the mission is a surveying and mapping mission. In order to reduce the load, the mecha's arsenal has There's only three missiles and six particle cannons in it - you've used one of the three missiles - do you want to one-on-one a whole pirate squad with a pile of junk? I hope you consider other options."
Lin Jingheng turned to look at the surveillance screen.
But it is just a stream of high-energy particles. In his opinion, it is more powerful than the solar storm of the eighth sun, which makes these people come out with the thrill of fighting against natural and man-made disasters.
They have no household registration or identity. They are thieves and smugglers. Even in the eighth galaxy where garbage is piled up, they are not worth mentioning.
Perhaps for these wastes, it is already a great achievement that they can't imagine in their entire lives.
Under the surveillance camera, several children chased and ran to the front of the administrative building, and set off a handful of homemade fireworks, unaware that the boss of the base was squatting in the underground prison next door, heartless. Going by.
Lin Jingheng exhaled from his nose, as if making a soft mockery.
Then he repeated word by word: "Prepare, prepare, jump, move."
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