Imperfections

Chapter 56: Are you comforting me?

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"I don't think this decision is in line with your behavior pattern," Zhan Lu's voice echoed in the empty Zhongsanli, "Sir, what made you make such a decision?"

This is a barren land ten sailing days away from the base. The messy signals are shot out through the anti-tracking system that has been formed, like a huge kaleidoscope erected among the stars.

The three trembling base teams have been hidden.

The weapon system is closed again, and only a virtual muzzle is installed - the virtual gun is actually a special electromagnetic wave. Whoever is marked is equivalent to who has been "hit", and if it exceeds a certain strength, it means that the protective cover is hit. broken.

Like a toy, very funny.

Lin Jingheng felt like a strong man 2.3 meters tall, holding a 2-inch long water gun, ready to play a game of ghost hunting with a bunch of preschool children at the cluttered intersection.

The bear children were terrified from the bottom of their hearts, and the hairless chickens generally hid in the paths extending in all directions, lest they become the souls of the water gun.

And General Lin's task for the next four and a half hours is to rummage through the boxes to find them one by one, and gently spray their soft little butts with a water gun—don't spray too hard, otherwise the almond in their skulls will vibrate to the ground. He sees.

This embarrassing process will also be filmed, and it will be taken back for others to watch after the exercise. Fortunately, this place has left the range of the intranet, and the base cannot be broadcast live.

General Lin, who has been wise and martial for decades, has completely swept the ground.

However, there is nothing more important than a man's face in the world, so Lin Jingheng pretended to Zhan Lu without changing his face: "The remaining three teams in the base are almost the result of a similar natural selection. Type, stable defensive type, and mobile commando, each has their own strengths, if they know how to cooperate, plus they are familiar with the anti-tracking system, there is still a certain potential."

"You didn't comment that way last time," Zhan Lu told him ignorantly. "You said last time that the remaining three teams represent the three stubborn cancers of human society—the despicable villains, the stupid majority, There are also big fools who are smart and daydreaming."

"" Lin Jingheng was silent for two seconds, "That's a joke."

This time, Zhan Lu didn't say "hahaha", but said a little confusedly: "Based on the context at the time and your usual language pattern, I don't think it was a joke."

Lin Jingheng's tone began to be bad: "The biggest difference between humans and artificial intelligence is that there is no fixed pattern in human behavior and language."

Zhan Lu retorted with reason: "Sir, it seems that sociology and psychology are not your majors. In fact, the study of human behavior patterns has begun as early as the earth era, and various seemingly complex human behaviors actually have The logic inside. For example, based on your people's historical data, you would say to me"

Lin Jingheng: "Shut up!"

Zhan Lu: "Shut up."

- .

The first mecha of the alliance and his master almost spoke in unison, Zhan Lu paused, and dutifully said: "Yes, execute the 'shut up' order."

Lin Jingheng: ""

He now wants to remove Zhan Lu from Chongsan. The mecha core of this second-hand mobile armor is only suitable for installation on the bicycle in the gym.

"Everyone should already know the rules." At this time, Lu Bixing's voice sounded on each exercise mecha, "In previous exercises, you did not have the authority to track the anti-tracking system, but this time is different. Among the three teams Everyone has some authority of the anti-tracking system. In this exercise, your opponents are not each other, only General Lin, who will be your hunter. In short, this game used to be that everyone was blindfolded, Chasing each other, and this time only General Lin, blindfolded, came after you all."

The mecha pilots of the three teams heard this, not only did they not feel fortunate that the difficulty was reduced, but they became even more nervous.

"Today, we don't plan to eliminate anyone," Lu Bixing continued. "From now on, we will enter the points link. The one with the lowest points will be responsible for long-range patrols around the base until counterattacks in the next exercise. I remind you that long-range patrols are long. And pain, once there is danger, you are on the front line. When passing through some areas, the patrol members do not even have any signals to communicate with each other, which is easy to cause symptoms such as anxiety and nervousness, which will affect you to a certain extent. The follow-up performance. In other words, if you lose once, you may not be able to turn over, so please be careful today. "

There was a thief in Saturday's eyes. Foucault adjusted the formation at the end. The Weasel had already begun to use the authority of the anti-tracking system to check the positions of the other two teams. As long as the other two competitors are worse, he can naturally stand out.

"Lin, you said that the combat experience and abilities of interstellar pirates are beyond our imagination," Lu Bixing's voice came out of Chongsan's communication device, as if it sounded in his ear, Lin Jingheng's ears moved slightly , I heard the other party say, "If the interstellar pirates really scan this area through long-range signals, I want to know if the anti-tracking system can withstand this challenge, you don't need to be merciful."

Lin Jingheng glanced at the communication screen, and Lu Bixing hurriedly added: "I mean don't be merciful to my men, just click on them."

Lin Jingheng: "Don't show mercy to you?"

Lu Bixing didn't know what meaning he could hear from this normal rhetorical question, so he smiled quickly, he quickly cut off the communication, and his earlobes turned red.

Lin Jingheng: ""

After a while, he came back, restrained himself, poured himself half a glass of wine, and sighed.

A slaughter began in the general's troubled heart.

"Saturday brother," came the voice of holiday from the communication, "the weasel people are moving, and they are getting closer to Foucault. Are you planning to form an alliance and cooperate?"

He pondered for a moment on Saturday: "Foucault has the most people, the biggest target, and is relatively easy to locate. If I were an opponent, I would definitely list them as the first target."

During the holiday, he said "Ah" incomprehensibly: "Why the weasel?"

"In order to fish in troubled waters," said one of the self-defense team members, "after fighting for so long, don't you know him? Now they are leaning over, as if they are going to be in sympathy. Once Foucault and the others are discovered by General Lin, the weasel will first One thing is to attack Foucault and break up such a large team directly behind. It is not so easy for Chongsan to cross the mecha group. At that time, Foucault and the others will be the best shields. Weasels can hide behind the shield and attack. Repeat three, no matter how many effective attacks can hit, hit points - they have a transition point behind them, and they can retreat at any time."

"The Weasel didn't participate in the patrol that time," another self-defense team member suddenly said quietly, "He doesn't know how he feels about that General Lin."

Saturday: "How does it feel?"

"His fine net," the self-defense team member said, his voice trembling, "When his fine net swept over, you felt like a sick seedling in a field, and when the sickle came over, the root did not dodge. When you are forced to disconnect the fine net, it is not as easy as the usual disconnection. You have the illusion that you have fallen into the ice water and into the empty vacuum, where is your body? They don't obey orders, as if they just died like this - Saturday boss, I was on the periphery at that time, and some people who faced General Lin directly, not to mention the armor, they are sleeping at the base and don't dare to turn off the lights at night. Weasel thought It's so beautiful, with their firepower, outside the range of the heavy armored fine net, they can't hit others, and once they enter the range of their fine net, they still want to run?"

"Don't panic," said Saturday in a deep voice, "We still have an anti-tracking system. Now listen to my orders, disperse and keep the column!"

"Saturday, the third move!"

Under the monitoring of the anti-tracking system, Chongsan's orbit was presented to the three teams in detail. It started to make a circular motion around the periphery of the anti-tracking system, and then stopped near a transition point.

"Boss Saturday, what is he doing?"

"Don't guard the jump point, move away." Saturday said quickly, "a little more spread out."

"It can't be spread," said Fang Li, "We're not on the intranet. Now the communication is fixed-point communication, and if it spreads further, we won't be able to receive the signal!"

Saturday's eyes stared at Chongsan's orbit without blinking, and Shen Sheng said: "It is said that these front-line generals have experienced more battlefield situations than you have ever eaten, and you can feel any changes in the surrounding energy fields. The people in the training team are afraid of him, and they plan to evacuate at any time if they are found, and they must guard the transition point. Heavy armor can scan through the transition point remotely."

Before he said anything, Chongsan suddenly jumped, and Saturday's heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, Chongsan appeared behind the weasel out of thin air. The weasel root, whose wishful thinking was so loud, had no time to react, and the entire "Iron Armored Rider" team suddenly "frozen"! At the same time, on the monitoring, the Weasel's iron-clad cavalry team went black as a whole, and Lin Jingheng swept their fine net without moving a virtual cannon!

And the weasel has bad intentions, all the virtual muzzles of his mecha are aimed at allies, and they are ready to be loaded. At the moment when the control is taken away, all the virtual cannons are fully opened, sweeping over Foucault like a tide. "Golden Warrior".

Fortunately, Foucault had been on guard against the weasel earlier, and at the moment of the triple jump, their team suddenly dispersed, and at least the entire army was not wiped out.

On Saturday, his eyes lit up, and he quickly synchronized the coordinates to everyone's mecha: "Go back to the nearest jump point, we're ready to jump!"

Facing Lin Jingheng, it was too late to hide, he had to rush up!

Holiday: "Saturday brother, are you crazy?"

"If you don't take the initiative to attack now, you can only wait to be chased and killed by him for a while, don't hesitate!" Said Saturday, he had already rushed out first, and the Self-Defense Forces followed him countless times, desperately trying to survive, it has become a habit , followed immediately.

In such a short time, the Golden Warriors were crushed by the heavy armor, and they hurriedly retreated to the transition point. The next moment, the Self-Defense Force suddenly met them and rushed out from the transition point. The timing was almost precise. Under the cover of the defeated soldiers, like a dagger that suddenly stretched out from the depths of the darkness, it rushed towards Chongsan!

The huge body with heavy armor and oval is like a bright pearl, watching it through the fine net on Saturday, the match between man and machine has reached the highest value in his life. The virtual cannon has been sent out, as long as you can sweep the side of the triple, you can get a considerable score, even if it is swept out in the next second

However, his vision dimmed, and the next moment, the two controlled "Iron Armored Riders" seemed to have a prediction, just blocking the virtual cannon. On Saturday, his heart tightened, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition that it was too late to retreat. In an instant, all the hairs on his body exploded, the mecha net seemed to be suddenly covered by something, and the feeling of dying suffocation instantly overwhelmed him. There was a "hum" in his head on Saturday, the degree of human-machine matching. Directly dropped from 75%, he immediately lost consciousness.

The self-defense force's dagger in the dark was also smashed into the sand, and the survivors hurried back to sail, trying to escape separately under the cover of the anti-tracking system.

But it was too late. Chongsan invaded several exercise mechas and obtained the authority of the anti-tracking system as a matter of course. Lin Jingheng lightly took off the blindfolded cloth, and the little mice hiding in Tibet had nothing to hide. In half an hour, the entire army was wiped out in the exhausted run.

The four-and-a-half-hour exercise was expected to end in a mess in less than forty minutes. The three teams were all in order, and they collectively got a negative score, and they were all the same, and they couldn't even rank.

The four students in charge of monitoring the practice ground looked at each other and were speechless.

Whether the base is armed or the anti-tracking system, months of hard work, in the eyes of those who have actually seen the battlefield, it is actually full of loopholes and vulnerable to a single blow.

I don't know how long it took before White cautiously called out in the communication: "Mr. Lu, is it over, it's over?"

"Well," Lu Bixing said with some difficulty, "Okay, the exercise is over, tidy up the scene, and pay attention to the injured."

Then, there was silence in the communicator for half a minute, Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his tone, and said calmly: "There are three fatal mistakes today, the first is the transition point, when I deployed the anti-tracking system two days ago, I paid attention to it. By the time he carefully avoided all the transition point orbits, if not, they would have died faster today, right? I didn't expect to encrypt the transition point at that time, and I was praised for being complacent. The second is the battle of the team Consciousness can’t keep up. Iron Rider and Golden and Warrior are afraid before they make a move. They stick to the transition point before they will be swept away by heavy armor. They are all within the three-layer monitoring, and they are self-involved. The third is that the permissions of the anti-tracking system are not further encrypted. Once our mecha is invaded, the other party will immediately get all the information of the anti-tracking system, and the anti-tracking system will become Other people's maps, I have not considered carefully."

Huang Jingshu: "Mr. Lu"

Lu Bixing smiled: "What are you doing? Hurry up, I'm fine, so I'm going to clean up the mess soon. I have to adjust the anti-tracking system."

To clean up the mess, the students are skilled workers, they should be dragged away soon, and it is time to treat them. In a huge interstellar labyrinth, Lu Bixing sat alone in the mecha, with the data of the exercise just now spread out in front of him.

It is impossible not to fail.

Lu Bixing has been living in the mecha's workshop since he made a three-month agreement with Lin Jingheng. When General Lin woke up in the early morning to torture his own body, he was already working in the workshop. Exhausted, still not satisfactory.

And he was only a young man after all.

Lu Bixing allowed himself to be in a daze for a minute, then quickly rubbed his face to clean up his emotions - he turned the heavy effort and hard work of the past few months into a goose feather, and let them go with the wind by blowing a breath. These are the two major skills he cultivated when he was accustomed to bumping into mechas when he was a teenager: not to take his own feelings too seriously, and not to take his time too seriously.

Because feelings are subjective and controllable, as for the time spent lying down and sleeping for a few months, wouldn't the time still pass? To say that you "give your time" is to take yourself too seriously.

At this time, a docking request was sent, and Lu Bixing looked up and found that Chongsan was approaching at some point. The mecha receiving station on the heavy armor was open to him.

Lin Jingheng was waiting at the reception door of Chongsan's mecha. Through the glass window, he watched Lu Bixing's small mecha slowly parked. There was no expression on his face, but his left hand behind him moved the knuckles of his right hand one by one. Doubt yourself is too much.

The problem of the transition point, he noticed it when he helped Lu Bixing set up the anti-tracking system, but he just adjusted it silently without reminding him.

Because he knows that he is critical and harsh, he will always deliberately restrain himself in front of Lu Bixing, and the transition point like a "double-edged sword" is indeed not a major flaw in Lin Jingheng's view. For him, it can even be used as a trap in actual combat. Props - Yuan Yiren died like this, but he didn't expect Lu Bixing to ask him to participate in the exercise at the base.

"I should take a few more laps." Lin Jingheng thought, "At least wait for four and a half hours to pass before starting."

After the air pressure in the cabin was adjusted, Lu Bixing got off the small mecha. Lin Jingheng saw the person from a distance, his back froze, and he looked more serious.

Lu Bixing walked towards him, and the two were silent for a moment.

Lin Jingheng was the first to speak: "A project, from initial conception to design, to completion, is a very difficult thing, requires systematic thinking, and needs to take into account all kinds of details, which requires a lot of time and energy. It's too easy to pick a loophole to attack, after all, there can't be anything beautiful in the world. Although it is necessary to find loopholes and make up for goodness, if someone thinks that the person who picks the thorn is more intelligent than the person who builds, then he is just pure stupidity Just cough, don't worry about them."

Lin Jingheng said, remembering that when something went wrong when he was young, Lu Xin would put his arm around his shoulder and talk to him. He subconsciously wanted to imitate it, but he was really not an extrovert. He had never been so "good" with anyone. He didn't know where to put his raised hand for a long time. Jump out and show your presence.

Lin Jingheng's palm almost broke out in cold sweat.

Lu Bixing looked a little surprised, suddenly squeezed his hand, looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you comforting me, General?"

Lin Jingheng subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but half of it was too deliberate, and he froze there.

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