What is called chaos, what is called chickens and dogs - just look at the base at this time.
Lu Bixing's "Twenty Minutes" obviously overestimated them.
The mecha was full of "squeaking and screaming", about to wake up the artificial sun ahead of time, and the lights were bright, there were messy people everywhere, dressed in ghostly clothes, and the onlookers from all walks of life asked indistinctly, The momentum is huge, like a group of toads in a river pit after the rain, and the rumors are like a breeze passing through the water waves, one wave after another, just like a group.
Some people screamed, some people shouted, some people didn't know what was touched, they cried, and some children hid outside the mecha, hugged the cold iron gate, and watched their caregivers hurried away. The old people who had gathered to celebrate the New Year still had cream sticking to the corners of their mouths, huddled together resignedly, and looked at the desperate night sky of the base.
And the great base armed, they dropped the chain without any suspense.
In a hurry, the assembled team of the Golden Warriors collided with the Iron Riders. Both teams are at this time, and they have to fight for you to go up and down. No one will let the other pass first. Foucault's people scolded the weasel and the others. It's "impurities in the septic tank", the weasel people scolded Foucault and the others for "fly chasing the fart", and the two sides talked a lot.
There are also some slow-moving old and weak soldiers who are blocked by the crowd and cannot find their own organization. Because they cannot participate in the scolding battle, they are anxious to run around.
For some unknown reason, a small group of people took advantage of the chaos to take advantage of the chaos and left the track with their mechas.
Fifteen pirate mechas turned the base's New Year's Eve into a horror movie.
If it was at the Silver Fortress, Admiral Lin would have shot them all together.
White was trying his best to maintain order when someone grabbed the back of his neck. The immature young man screamed, his limbs slashed, his feet were not touching the ground, and he was carried to Chongsan's feet, and found that several of his classmates were already here.
"Go up," Lin Jingheng threw White on the ground, raised his finger and pointed at Chongsan's hatch, "What about your teacher? Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye? Contact him and tell him not to run around and come to me."
Mint quickly contacted Lu Bixing's personal terminal, but was rejected by the other party.
The next moment, the multimedia screen in the square suddenly lit up, and Lu Bixing's voice ran through the noise of the entire base.
In a hurry, probably not enough time to simmer a pot of chicken soup, this time Lu Bixing rarely did any nonsense.
"If I were you," Lu Bixing turned on the mecha's largest searchlight, and the light shot straight into the sky, illuminating several mechas in the sky that were flying far away, "I will take advantage of the fact that they are not far away, and I will take those who are about to abscond. People beat."
Foucault and the weasel, who were arguing, looked up at the same time, and the mecha was silent for a moment—no matter where they were, there would always be some very far-sighted "people". In order to prove themselves, some people simply want to protect their family members, and some people plan to slip away when the crisis comes.
Those who took advantage of the random stealing of the mecha and escaped, the armored knights and the golden warriors each accounted for half, and no one had to laugh at the other.
The weasel's face turned green, and he didn't care about the quarrel anymore. He and Foucault looked at each other angrily, and quickly took the people to each side, and each got on the mecha.
Immediately afterwards, the fine nets of the ground mecha spread out one by one, rushing towards the small mechas that had just left the track, knocking the slow person off the fine net link.
But the fastest runner was already out of the range of the small mecha's fine net. Without saying a word, Foucault went straight to the track and accelerated to the maximum. She took a few people and rolled out like a gust of wind. A has not yet completely escaped the gravitational force, and she has already fired a missile - as expected, she is the oldest self-defense team member of the base. This missile hits very well. The few who ran too fast forgot to open the protective cover and were blown up. It became a string of fireworks, shaking the base like daylight in an instant.
Ten sailing days away, foreign enemies attacked, but the first shot in the base was used to clear the door.
The crowd on the ground was dead silent at first, and then I don't know who was the first to whisper: "Are you dead?"
The words "dead" spread through the crowd like ripples, and Lu Bixing spoke again: "If you don't know who to listen to now, please listen to me first - those who haven't boarded the mecha come with me, Take your place on the stage and see the situation on the front line here.”
He said, the multimedia screen showed the picture sent back on Saturday. From the image, only eight or nine mechas could see the outline, and the rest were blurred silhouettes, but it could be seen that people were not many.
"I'll only say it here once. As of now, Prince Gloria has not overrun the territory. This is just a detection team, with a total of fifteen mechs, half of our long-range patrol team. The base is wrapped with an anti-tracking system. It’s not that easy to locate.”
Lu Bixing said, get on the mecha.
At this time, the mecha platform was relatively quiet, and his figure was very conspicuous under the irritable light of the mecha.
Lu Bixing waved his hand towards the outside of the mecha: "Irrelevant people spread out, don't get in the way."
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In the past, when he led people to repair multimedia audio and energy systems, everyone at the base was used to listening to his orders, and at this time, they retreated like a reflection.
Lu Bixing turned around and walked onto a mecha, and the voice still came from the multimedia running through the base: "Today is the last time I will send supplies to Saturday, because he plans to disband the Self-Defense Force. That is to say, although the pirates are only a team of The detection team, but in front of them there are only a group of patrol personnel who are about to be disbanded. So what are you still dawdling about, waiting for the coordinates of the base to be revealed? Or wait for you to die without a burial place?"
His voice fell, and the mecha went directly to the acceleration track. The people who were still hesitating on the mecha seemed to have finally found the leader, and they lined up to get on the mecha one by one, and many small mechas filed out.
Lin Jingheng made a gesture to the students, and led them on to the third stage and on the acceleration track: "Zhan Lu, mark Lu Bixing's mecha, and keep an eye on him."
"Yes," said Zhan Lu, "Mr. Cyclops should think so too. He is 16 standard fuselages away from you."
After being mixed up by Lu Bixing just now, the two distinct teams were forced to walk together, and the line of demarcation seemed much blurred.
Lin Jingheng stretched his five senses and six senses in the fine net, and decorated the team with crooked melons and cracked dates near and far, ignoring the students around him, and silently counting his own heartbeat.
A few minutes later, the ups and downs of his chest became more and more gentle. Finally, in the midst of the noise, his mood, which had been fluctuating violently, barely calmed down. Lin Jingheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his calmness, and was vaguely grateful for these pirates. It's time for them.
Lin Jingheng left the lights and waited for Lu Bixing, it was really a last resort. The three-month contract expired, and Lu Bixing was getting deeper and deeper in this base. Lin Jingheng had to pour a basin of cold water to keep him awake.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu was very unusual, and he came in without arguing. First, he put a mouthful of cream on him without any explanation, and then ran off to the sky.
Of course Lin Jingheng knew what he was about to say when he was interrupted, but he wished he could pretend that he didn't know.
Fortunately, there is Prince Gloria in front of me who is setting fire everywhere, otherwise I don't know how to end today.
In such a short time, the signal of long-distance communication has passed through countless transition points and spread outside the domain.
Lin Jingheng briefly cleared up his sadness, glanced at it, and said to Zhan Lu, "How about the remote?"
Zhan Lu: "The signal is good."
"Okay, connect the captain of the Self-Defense Force for me."
"Obtaining the communication terminal permission of Captain Saturday, requesting communication-"
Saturday has been decadent for several days, feeling that the skin has been emptied. At this time, the sudden enemy attack shattered his drunken dream, and the adrenaline rushed into his limbs like a blowout. It flew out of the pores, and on Saturday, the eyelids did not dare to blink at the motionless pirate fleet, wiped away the cold sweat, and felt a urge to urinate: "Make sure again, whether your virtual cannons are turned off, show me carefully. Look, is the arsenal open?"
During the holiday, he pinched his little rabbit's ashes tremblingly: "Boss, you've asked for the third time."
"Saturday, I was nervous."
"I'm also tight, who the hell is interrupting?" A communication request jumped in line unexpectedly. On Saturday, he shuddered. After subconsciously connecting, he realized that something was wrong—they were not on the base's intranet now. Logically speaking, At this time, you can only communicate with your teammates around you.
But the teammates are all on the communication channel, who is this
On Saturday, I was stunned, and I had no time to think about it, so I immediately cut off the communication.
At this time, General Lin's frosty face appeared on the screen: "I'm Lin Jingheng."
The moment I saw him clearly on Saturday, I almost collapsed, thinking that reinforcements had arrived: "General Lin, you are here, I"
"I'm still at the base," Lin Jingheng interrupted him calmly, "it will take about three hours to get to your place."
Soft knees on Saturday.
Lin Jingheng: "So these fifteen pirate mechas are yours."
"Me," said incoherently in a blank Saturday, "we can't, and they may have reinforcements, I can't, you know our level."
Lin Jingheng smiled meaningfully.
"I don't know, but you can take a bet," he said coolly. "If we can find your whole body in three hours, we might have a space funeral for you."
Looking at him desperately on Saturday, through the communication screen, I suddenly found that Lin Jingheng was different from the past—Lin Jingheng's usual image was very "uninhibited". When he led people for morning exercises on Saturday, he often saw him stepping on a pair of slippers in the morning and just washing his hair. While walking, he walked dripping water to the main control room of the mecha. And although he doesn't like to deal with people, he is very "righteous", "mean and serious, serious" "righteous", like a dean of education, although others dare not be presumptuous in front of him, they will not fear him.
But that night it all turned around.
Lin Jingheng's shirt fit snugly, the button was fastened to the neckline, and the belt buckle was not inserted all the way, there was not a single fold, the short boots were spotlessly hooped around the trouser legs, and he was wearing gloves, except for his face, no skin was exposed. But when he looked into Lin Jingheng's eyes, he felt something crazy and terrifying. He was like a newly awakened water monster in the shoal, showing rows of fangs lazily.
"Straight," Lin Jingheng said, "I want to know what your Self-Defense Force's positioning is for yourself?"
On Saturday, trembling against the wall, he made a red-faced "meow": "Sharp, sharp knife."
Lin Jingheng nodded and commented: "Yes, I really dare to think about it, but I have to correct it. At your level, even if you are a security guard in a remote galaxy, you are probably only equipped to do logistical maintenance work."
From a sharp knife downgraded to a screwdriver, Saturday's dish.
"But screwdrivers can also kill people." Lin Jingheng paused, "Remember what I said below, I will only say it once - don't have any head-on conflict with the regular army. I have taught you this lesson countless times in the exercise, but you just turn a blind eye. In your team, the average man-machine matching degree is only 59%. On the battlefield, the average is less than 80%, which means that you are leeks that are slaughtered by others and must not be the main attack team. This team of pirates outside It is the detection team, the value may be a little lower, but it will not be lower than 75%. Fortunately, both of you are small mechas, pay attention to a safe distance, and do not let the fine nets overlap."
On Saturday, he pinched his thighs so hard that he stopped his trembling calf.
Lin Jingheng neither nodded nor shook his head, and continued: "The anti-tracking system is your trump card. Long-range guerrillas and ambush are your only opportunities. Do you know how primitive people hunted large wild animals?"
Saturday swallowed: "Baits and traps."
The smile on Lin Jingheng's face flashed: "Yes, but remember, your prey now is not lions and tigers, but hyenas and poisonous snakes, be patient, the bait must be able to be fake, it's better to deceive yourself, otherwise it will be You will fall into the opponent's trap, understand - the first bait, I have already placed it for you."
Saturday: "What"
"Boss, they moved!"
"I'm currently communicating with you remotely. The long-distance communication will produce a strong energy response, and even penetrate the encryption of the transition point. The other party should have sensed it. Well, cut off the communication now." Lin Jingheng sent a message to Saturday. The key, "This key can be used to connect to the remote communication urgently when needed. I can convey the last words to anyone who has something to say. See you in three hours."
The pirates had apparently located a transition point hidden in the anti-tracking system, and slowly approached there. On Saturday, his mind went blank. Two seconds later, he yelled into the communication channel: "Don't be a fucking idiot. Now, withdraw more than ten kilometers from the 006 transition point, and the missile is ready to launch!"
Mint listened to the entire remote communication silently. At this moment, she suddenly said, "General Lin, I have seen you in the main control room, using a computer simulation of the battle."
Lin Jingheng looked back at her, the courage that Mint finally mustered almost drained away.
Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Huh? You actually understand?"
"It wasn't there at the time. I checked a lot of information and asked Teacher Lu." Mint swallowed hard, her voice trembling, "Pirate probes are tentacles that are stretched out, and they are not afraid of breaking. In the event of a military conflict, the recorder will record the entire process of the exchange of fire and transmit it back to the pirate team in real time, allowing them to accurately assess the enemy's combat effectiveness. Release the 'sacrifice' for the second round of testing. These people are the bottom of the pirate team, or they want to climb up, or have a handle in the hands of the pirates, they can only work hard, because the combat effectiveness is similar, even if they lose, the other side will definitely It is a tragic victory, it must be the most lax and vulnerable time, they will wait for the real pirate group."
Lin Jingheng looked down at the long-distance communication network. The huge communication network was spread on the ground. Somewhere outside the domain, a small light spot of unknown meaning flashed regularly.
He praised insincerely: "You are quite hardworking."
Mint took a deep breath, and a trembling neck appeared on her slender neck: "If you want to save them, you should ask Principal Lu to find a way to block the other party's signal, and then make an emergency jump over to solve them as quickly as possible. People can't do it, General Lin, you can. But you let them dawdled, so you can deceive your own bait with falsehoods. It's actually them on Saturday, right?"
Lin Jingheng's icy gaze fixed on the girl, and the other three students took a step forward subconsciously, surrounding Mint in the middle, like a group of chickens, helplessly hugging into a small group.
Strange to say, when Lu Bixing was there, the students were afraid of him, but they never thought he would hurt them, as if they were looking at a lazy lion through a glass cover.
But at this time, Principal Lu's mecha was separated from them by two teams. Several students came back and found that the glass cover had disappeared out of thin air, and the lion who woke up was a few steps away.
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