Lu Bixing—Because he is carrying out mental activities that are not suitable for children, when he said this, he deliberately pressed down the corners of his mouth, which was slightly warped without smiling. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to disguise the whole set. Anxious, looks like a big-tailed wolf with a prank.
Lin Jingheng's footsteps paused cautiously.
Lu Bixing asked innocently, "What?"
Lin Jingheng shook his head, his eyebrows were habitually twisted together, and followed him to the workroom without saying a word. He suspected that he had been doing nothing during this time, paying too much attention to Lu Bixing, and always over-interpreting it. There is a deep delusion in words and deeds.
Fortunately, Lu Bixing quickly changed his expression and tone to serious mode.
"I'm going to do space testing instead, within the scope of the intranet," Lu Bixing led Lin Jingheng to the workshop, first briefly introduced the anti-tracking system, and then talked eloquently, "Look, the base's intranet covers four areas. On the sailing day, this range is enough for small mechas to thrash around and practice."
Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows expressionlessly.
"My idea is to divide the Self-Defense Forces into several groups and conduct physical mech exercises. Each mech participating in the exercise turns on the communication terminal and sends a signal of a specific frequency to simulate long-distance communication. They can use the anti-tracking system to hide themselves. You can also find ways to crack the anti-tracking system and find out your opponents. Isn’t this a multi-pronged approach, not only testing the anti-tracking system in actual combat, but also training troops.”
Lu Bixing has a gentle temper and is good at speaking, and is quite flexible, but he has a stubborn stubbornness in his bones. At this point, he still refuses to give up, and treats those people in the base as "soldiers".
Lin Jingheng listened and nodded helplessly: "Well, good idea, organize a group of orangutans to play hide-and-seek in space."
Lu Bixing stopped, he lived a few meters away, and looked back at Lin Jingheng in the soft incandescent light of the workplace: "Lin, I actually asked you this question once when you found the pirate team approaching near the waterway, why did you take risks alone? Divert them away? You returned to the voyage at that time, the surveying and mapping map was mostly half, and the channels and supplies for the stinky sister to escape to the outside world were in your hands, why not just abandon this base? Do you really think these people are just a group of orangutans?"
"No, it's just a metaphor," Lin Jingheng said without blinking, "I didn't mean to insult the orangutan."
Lu Bixing looked at him fixedly.
"Besides, why should I abandon this base?" Lin Jingheng calmly stretched out his long legs, crossed him, and walked out of the workshop, "Only interstellar pirates have always avoided me, and there is no reason for me to make room for them. Alien - what kind of onion is he?"
Lu Bixing sighed in place. It was the first time he saw such a hard mouth. I wonder if the touch was the same. Lu Bixing imagined a thin-bodied thick-glazed porcelain, and pursed his mouth lightly, as if it had been iced to the front teeth.
Lin Jingheng's voice came from the stairwell not far away: "Your so-called 'self-defense force' will only drive along the fixed track in the mecha. Don't talk nonsense about the exercise. Do you have a backup plan?"
Lu Bixing caught up and said, "There will be a way."
"A plate of loose sand, what else can you do?"
"There is a way to mix with mud, and there is a way to collect sand," Lu Bixing said sternly, "Although I'm not very reliable, but I haven't fallen off the chain at a critical moment, right? You trust me again, how about it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mint connected to his personal terminal: "Teacher, there are several people from the Self-Defense Force looking for you."
Lu Bixing responded with a "wait a moment", his eyes still chasing after Lin Jingheng.
Lin Jingheng didn't know how the old Persian cat was educated, and he developed this kid into a wonderful flower that saves all beings. In his opinion, Lu Bixing was sometimes unreasonably naive. But he couldn't bear it anymore. Lu Bixing worked diligently and bumped into walls everywhere—even if he bumped into walls elsewhere, when it came to himself, as long as it didn't affect the overall situation, Lin Jingheng was reluctant to show his face.
After a stalemate for half a minute, Lin Jingheng waved at him impatiently: "Whatever."
Lu Bixing rolled his eyes and smiled, his voice lowered slightly: "General, I found that from the day I met you, you basically agreed to everything I said. Why are you being so kind to me?"
There was no way to answer this question, so Lin Jingheng decided to be dumb for a while, put his pocket in his pocket, and walked forward without saying a word.
Lu Bixing sighed, and found that he actually thought his stinky behavior of ignoring answers was also very tasteful, so he made a tick in his heart-he verified an old conclusion, that hormones related to love can suppress the negative aspects of the brain Emotions make people blindly feel that the shortcomings of the other party are just as lovely.
Lu Bixing asked with a smile: "Do you want me to make promises?"
Lin Jingheng replied calmly, "Go away."
Lu Bixing rolled off contentedly.
On this day, the main control room of the mecha was very busy. All the small forces that were dissatisfied with Saturday sent people to visit Lu Bixing. Some asked him about mecha common sense, some came to complain about Saturday, and by the way tried their words, and others The relationship is familiar.
The regular and fixed-point air patrols that were usually arranged were also messed up, because these small groups acted independently, and no one consulted with anyone.
In the morning, within ten minutes, three waves of patrols came to the sky, and the orbit of the mecha was about to make them rub off. In the afternoon and evening, there was no one there, and there was only a lonely artificial sun in the sky.
Afterwards, apart from Saturday and his loyal younger brothers still insisting on work and rest, the rest of the monsters and ghosts came out to make trouble. In such a small base where farts can hit the heels, various organizations have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and within a few days, more than a dozen armed small groups have appeared.
"Space Saber-toothed Tiger", "The Strongest Legion in the Universe" and the like, which made people blush when they were pronounced, registered a dozen of them in the mecha. The smog, the demons danced wildly.
Lin Jingheng was out of sight and out of mind, and went to work with Zhan Lu, who was no longer afraid of running out of electricity. Every day, he jumped back and forth between the base and the two supplies, inventorying supplies, and making final preparations for a war that might break out at any time.
"Saber-toothed tigers" don't even need to make waves on their own. Residents in key bases use recycled energy for electricity—simply put, they rely on the exhaust of mecha to generate electricity.
Everyone was organized and disciplined, and the mechas were launched at regular and fixed points. The energy of the cycle was just enough. Now they are messing with each other, causing traffic jams in the sky and power outages on the ground.
The more than 10 million residents of the base have been used to the days of 24-hour power supply and movie watching every day. They have endured for a day from extravagance to thrift, and sent some of the most virtuous members of the "Two Hundred and Fifteen Senior Citizens". , come to the mecha to reason.
The armed small groups are busy fighting for power, and they are calling for the wind and rain in their dreams. They do not want to reason with this group of old undead. Their attitude is rude and arrogant, and the whole base is full of resentment.
There are thousands of energy sources. Lu Bixing chose this design when he was transforming the civil power supply. I wonder if he had anticipated the current situation and deliberately took a sip of bad water.
In short, whoever dares to abuse the base's mecha armed and disrupt the power supply system will be self-isolating from the people.
When the people's little movie was once again interrupted by a power outage, the angry people rioted.
They came out of the ant-hole-like streets and buildings, and they were so powerful that they surrounded the mecha, whether it was "saber-toothed tiger", "tyrannosaurus rex", or "the most powerful in the universe", as long as they dared to land, they would all be caught. Get up stinky.
When Lu Bixing came to mediate late, the saber-toothed tiger was about to be beaten into a cat with open teeth.
"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy." Lu Bixing pulled the old movie woman who was rushing forward with the mop back, "Ma'am, calm down! Restraint! Elegance! Pay attention to your blood pressure, and say something if you have something to say."
The movie old lady was dragged by him, lifted the mop, stabbed the ground, and shouted angrily: "I don't care whether you are a self-defense force or a suicide team, you have to come at the agreed time, whoever goes to heaven illegally, who Don't come down!"
Lu Bixing politely turned to the disgraced armed small groups: "Yes, there must be order, where can civilization come from without order?"
But who does the order listen to
Many armed groups refused to accept the other, and they quarreled in a few words, which once again angered the infuriated masses.
"The base has a total of this number of mechas, and a total of this number of people. Who do you listen to? Do you have a count?"
"I don't care who you listen to, I can't disturb my movie anyway."
"Either you send someone to fight and kill you, no matter who wins."
"That's right, fight!"
Seeing that the boss of "Saber-Toothed Tiger" and the boss of "T-Rex" were pressed to the ground by someone, their heads were brought together, and they were about to be forcibly married, Lu Bixing finally spoke slowly: "I do have it. a fair way."
On the evening of the third day, Lin Jingheng took stock of the spare mechas and weapons in the supply, and packed them all into the third, and returned with a full load. As soon as he returned to the voyage, he saw that the base was like a sports meeting.
The anti-tracking system has been adjusted to the minimum coverage. At this time, it should be testing the basic functions. Outside the atmosphere, many mechs are equipped with virtual missiles, and they are running around like a nest of crazy rabbits, unskilledly using the mirror channel of the anti-tracking system. Inside and out, people are dazzled.
Zhan Lu said: "Sir, there seems to be an interesting exercise going on here."
Lin Jingheng said lukewarmly, "You read it wrong, they should be holding the 'Special Games for People with Dementia'."
Zhan Lu was silent for two seconds: "Hahaha."
"Who made you laugh?" Lin Jingheng lowered her face in a moody manner, "Analyze the anti-tracking system, avoid them, and save yourself from bumping into the porcelain for a while."
Since the anti-tracking system only enabled some basic functions, it was easy to get out of Zhanlu's fine net coverage, make a three-way detour to the other side of the base, and fall back to the mecha with great momentum. It's a pity that no one cares about the heavy armor. The whole process of the exercise is being broadcast live on the multimedia screen of the base. Everyone is watching in the square.
Lin Jingheng heard the voice of Lu Bixing's explanation from a distance: "The 'T-Rex' No. 4 aircraft needs to pay attention to saving firepower. Although it is only a virtual missile, for simulation, the number of launches of each mecha is limited, and the No. 4 aircraft will do this again. If you spray indiscriminately, I am afraid that you will only be chased and killed by the 'Self-Defense Force' No. 1 and the No. 3 Thunder King, but don't worry, the mecha shields participating in the exercise are at the highest level, and Mechas have a limited speed, and there will be no damage if they collide with each other. The No. 1 machine of the Self-Defense Force is on Saturday. When passing by, he took the opportunity to snatch the opponent's fine net. The operation is very beautiful, etc., we see 'Supreme King Kong's last mecha was also marked and shot down. This should be the first team to be wiped out today, but the score is quite high. The mecha is out of control, maybe the driver fainted - Jing Shu , off-site support!"
Lu Bixing himself was in a mecha, adjusting the anti-tracking system while the referee explained both.
Less complicated situations such as driver disconnection were handed over to four students. They were responsible for dragging the unmanned mecha out of the exercise field after the driver lost consciousness. , even more nervous than those who are seriously participating in the exercise.
In the corner of the multimedia screen, the scores of each team are constantly changing, and the rules are quite complicated. The team with the lowest score is marked in red. Lu Bixing will read the red-marked team every three minutes, reminding the warning: "'I am the best in the world. 'The team is currently at the bottom of the score, but don't be discouraged brothers, you still have room for improvement, after all 'Supreme King Kong' has all been killed. In addition, I ask everyone to pay attention, after today's exercise, the last team will no longer be legal Armed, all members are not allowed to form new groups, you either leave the mecha, or join someone else's team as a younger brother."
Lin Jingheng leaned on the heavy fuselage, lit a cigarette, and watched this farce from a distance, and probably understood Lu Bixing's idea - now it's too late to force these people together and instill the concept of honor and disgrace. Three is not cultivated in a day, and it is not so easy to become an elite. Since the base is already a mess of loose sand, it is better to mix up the water, make the best use of the situation, stimulate them to fight on their own, and think hard to improve their combat effectiveness.
Compared with a pool of stagnant water, the constant disturbance is a good thing.
After all, Lu Bixing's goal was just to let them survive the war, not to let them save the world.
At this moment, footsteps sounded beside him, a hand reached out, and rudely took a cigarette from his pocket: "You have all the firepower of Chongsan? How about Biyuan Yiren?"
As soon as Lin Jingheng heard it, he knew that Lu Bixing was talking behind his back, and told the one-eyed eagle about his interception of Yuan Yiren on his way back. Let the old Persian cat be at peace with himself.
"It's a little worse than the Yuan Yiren," Lin Jingheng said. "After all, Chongsan has been eliminated for too many years, and there is a gap in hardware. But now the mecha core is Zhanlu, it should be able to make up for it."
The one-eyed eagle snorted coldly: "With heavy armor, aren't you afraid that your plan will fail to catch up with the changes? What if your unconnected bastards have fallen into the lair of interstellar pirates, and the entire army will be wiped out?"
"The probability is very small. If it really reaches that point, it is probably an irresistible fate." Lin Jingheng flicked the ashtray, "The allegiance of the Ten Silver Guards is not the alliance, but me."
The one-eyed eagle frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Meaning, without my order, even if the Union Parliament building is smashed into scum in front of them, and the heads of all the military commissioners fall off and hang on the wall, the Silver Ten Guards will not be dispatched. Although there is nothing wrong with the subordinates, as long as It's not difficult to stay in dormancy to save one's life without 'doing chivalry and righteousness' everywhere."
The one-eyed eagle was shocked: "That is to say, you have gathered a group of private soldiers in the silver fortress - the throat of the first galaxy?"
"Isn't it dark Chencang?" Lin Jingheng said lightly, "In these years, I have used money to do things, I have received funds from the alliance, and I have not given my life to the alliance. I don't owe the alliance anything."
The one-eyed eagle stared at him with complicated eyes, and did not speak for a while.
The first time he knew Lin Jingheng, General Lin was still a little old child. Lu Xin secretly took a picture of the boy's sleeping face, showing off the "son" he grabbed all over the world. The twins, the elder brother was taken away by the Military Commission and handed over to Lu Xin to be raised, and the younger sister was adopted by the Eden Management Committee. What happened to the Lin family is one of the secrets of the alliance. No one knows, but they all know it well. The boy's life probably won't be too easy.
Lu Xin often shows off his baby from a distance. In the impression of the one-eyed eagle, Lin Jingheng has always been a young boy who likes to be quiet. The children of the powerful and powerful in the first galaxy are probably like that. The grown-ups acted as pie, polite and roundabout until the alliance changed.
The Cyclops once thought cynically that there would be no good seedlings growing in the soil of Votto, a person like a dog, hypocritical and contrived, with a sweet belly and a sword, and when he peeled off his skin, he was full of thieves.
Until he really came into contact with Lin Jingheng.
"I don't understand you," said the one-eyed eagle. "Why, could it be that you wanted to rebel back then?"
The multimedia in the distance showed that in such a short time, the "T-Rex" and other three teams were also wiped out. Lin Jingheng heard the word "rebellion" and glanced sharply at the one-eyed eagle without denying it.
Cyclops doesn't know where he has private soldiers, but the alliance's troops are all in the first galaxy, and the power of maneuvering is almost entirely in the silver fortress. If the silver fortress took the opportunity to turn against the water when the pirates invaded the alliance, the alliance may have been wiped out long ago. Not even the tranquility of these decades.
Cyclops: "Then why?"
"Why don't you do it?" Lin Jingheng glanced at him and didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still replied in a ghostly manner, "The silver ten guards are against the water, pirates must take advantage of the situation, and Lu Xin's old men who have come to hold grudges will also If you come out and follow the chaos, it will not be a small-scale war."
Lu Xinquan knew that he had to be angry and come alive.
Strangely, Cyclops understood what he meant.
Lin Jingheng paused and laughed at himself: "But the current situation is not much better, so I think I'm smart."
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