The men looked at him in horror.
Ares Feng tickled his chin like a kitten, the metal and the skin rubbed a strange sound, and asked, "Why, can't you understand?"
When the most deranged pirate leader in the universe was not broadcasting the bombing of the planet, he even walked very slowly, his footsteps were a little staggering, he was swaying, and he always had to hold something on his hands. Maybe his prosthetic limbs were insecure.
If you cover his terrible face, just looking at the back, he almost looks like a kind old uncle.
"Geniman has spoiled me over the years. He's a little crazy, but he's always been crazy," Aresvon tapped the ground lightly with his crutches, "the last place he disappeared was death. Desert, why? The terrain of the death desert is complicated and very dangerous. Anyone with a brain will not go there to face an unknown opponent. Even if he has a reason to go, at least he will send me a letter, right? But he No, it means that in his eyes, the opponent is not an opponent."
The subordinate glanced back at the small mecha group that was fighting to the death of the detection team, and asked in disbelief, "Like this?"
The Self-Defense Forces suffered heavy losses, and within a short time, three or four mechas had died without a whole body.
It happens from time to time to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger, but I have never heard of it being eaten by a tiger pretending to be a pig.
If this is fake, it's too realistic - could it be that these mechs are all unmanned
Aresfeng ignored it and said softly to himself, "Why would such a large team and heavy armor be wiped out in one go, leaving no scum? If the opponent does not have a super-space heavy armor team, then Yuan Yiren and the others are likely to be plotted first, and the other party detonated a nuclear missile depot or a super energy source such as a transition point, but even if the transition point exploded, it is unlikely to wipe out the entire mecha team, but we I didn't receive any alerts and calls for help—that is to say, Genyiren and the others chose to continue their pursuit despite the heavy losses. Genyiren is not stupid, this can only mean that the other side looks weak beyond imagination, very weak. It may be such a small mecha team with two or three kittens."
At this time, there was a rush of footsteps at the door, and a man walked in quickly: "His Royal Highness Ares, I heard that your men have found an armed force"
"The heart is black and the hand is cruel, do you know who I think of? We have visited the alliance many times over the years and learned from it many times." Ares Feng didn't seem to see anyone coming, and still said to his subordinates calmly, "Lin Jingheng After his death, didn't his ten silver guards go their separate ways? These people haven't moved yet, maybe a few of them have been reduced to the eighth galaxy."
When the intruder heard this, his footsteps stopped abruptly, as if he was facing a great enemy: "What did you say? Silver Ten Guards!"
The person who came was a tall and thin man with a middle-aged appearance, and his clothes were incompatible with the space mecha. This man had long hair that reached his waist, tied it in a bundle with a ribbon, and wore a lace-trimmed straight-neck robe. , underneath are tight-fitting leggings breeches. This dress has a very big origin. It is said to be an organic combination of gorgeous Baroque style and secret oriental Hanfu style in the ancient earth era. Only the most rigorous retro school can wear it.
It’s rare to see retro like this in other places, but in the “Dystopian Association”, there are as many as you want. Anti-Ukraine advocates nature and retro, and in order to get close to nature, there are also many people who dress themselves up as a yew tree. .
"Good evening, Prophet Luwa." Ares Feng turned around calmly, bowed at the other party, and corrected, "I don't think this is like one of the ten silver guards, it should be just a few people, After the Alliance self-destructed the Great Wall, the Silver Ten Guards mutinied once, and although they were dormant and compromised, the Alliance is used to hypocrisy and may not be able to settle accounts after the fall. Five years later, the elite teams of the past were sent to remote areas, and it was very difficult to live in various places. Normal, what do you think?"
After Aresfeng went outside the territory, he defected to the Anti-Ukraine Association. In the Anti-Ukraine Association, "faith" leads everything. Each armed force will be equipped with a highly qualified "prophet" in the Anti-Ukraine Association, responsible for daily supervision and brainwashing. Just in case those interstellar pirates with missiles indulge in contemporary weapons and forget their grand mission against technology.
This "Baroque Hanfu" lover is the brainwashed commander-in-chief of Prince Gloria's guard.
The Prophet listened with a solemn expression and thought about it carefully, he nodded and said, "Yes, you are right, we have been in the country for so long, if it is really one of the Ten Silver Guardians, probably the entire Eighth Galaxy will be there. Being lifted up by them, they won’t hide their heads and tails like this—His Royal Highness Ares, what are you going to do?”
Prince Gloria raised his eyebrows, and blood appeared on his kindly face just now: "Of course it blew them up."
The prophet froze for a moment, remembering the unfortunate incident of this old madman blowing up three planets in a row, his temples throbbed and throbbed, and he said quickly, "No, the above is very concerned about the missing Silver Ten Guardians. If your inference is accurate, this is the case. Probably our only chance to get the information, we must stay alive!"
Aresvon licked his lips, but said nothing.
Seeing his face, the prophet knew that discussing the "big picture" with this guy was playing the qin to the bull. Like a hunter who was afraid that a mad dog would bite the hide, he waved his hand involuntarily: "You stay here, you don't need to intervene in this matter. , I'll take someone to meet them!"
Ares Feng stopped smiling and looked at the prophet coldly: "What do you mean?"
"I'm not taking your credit, we are one," the Prophet softened and patted Prince Gloria on the shoulder sincerely, "Before you wanted to take revenge, the organization felt that your methods were too fierce, and I took it for you. Pressure, because I understand you, and now you understand me too, okay? If I miss important information, I can't explain it, brother!"
Aresvon looked at him for a moment, his eyes softened a little, and reluctantly touched him with the back of his fist: "Brother."
The Prophet smiled and muttered, "For life and nature."
Aresfeng looked gloomy, followed him with a choked mouth and said, "Life and nature."
The Prophet fooled him, hurriedly turned around and left, and ordered his own soldiers, lest he would be a step behind and the Silver Ten Guards would fly like this.
Hearing that the Prophet took his team out of Hong Kong, Ares Feng showed a strange smile on his "unwilling" face, and asked his subordinates: "I heard that these idiots who engage in cults gather together all day to meditate. , is it actually a gathering of people to take drugs?"
The subordinate said in his ear: "Yes, it is said that it can help them concentrate and return to the truth."
"No wonder, my brain has turned into a sponge." Ares Feng laughed lowly, "Since the 'sacrifice' is voluntarily in place, let them catch a big fish and see who the other party is. Let's come. Take the net."
Lu Bixing only came back after receiving Foucault's communication request.
It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the old year passed by like this. Through the fine net, he saw Chongsan adorn him not far or near. The huge heavy armor was particularly conspicuous. For small mechas, Chongsan is almost like a small planet that can shelter from the wind.
Lu Bixing was sure that Lin must have heard what he was going to say at the time. He closed his eyes and recalled carefully. When he was interrupted by the alarm in half of his words, Lin held him down, thinking about it, the man's expression was somewhat forceful and calm. , which seemed to contain a little panic.
Panic What's the reaction
Lu Bixing once firmly believed that Lin Jingheng had a crush on him, but maybe the road ahead was too dangerous, or maybe the chicken soup was poured into others in a different way, he was a little hollowed out, and suddenly became uncertain.
A thought that had disappeared for a long time came back to life, and Lu Bixing thought, "Am I being self-motivated? This is a bit embarrassing."
Lu Bixing rubbed his face hard, as if he wanted to rub off the embarrassment on his face, and accepted the communication request: "Hey, I'm here."
Foucault's face jumped to his communication screen. The woman was not over two hundred years old. She didn't look old, but she didn't have a sense of youth. The fresh skin could not withstand the passage of time. She had a pair of wrinkled. pupil.
"You did not arrange for the transfer of the inhabitants of the base," Foucault said. "Do you believe that we can stop this wave of pirates?"
"I really want to answer you 'yes'," Lu Bixing gave her a wry smile, "but you don't believe it, do you?"
"Eldest sister is already this old, just be honest with me, don't prevaricate me with words that fool those young people on Saturday," Foucault rolled his eyes, showing a gentle smile, but this stingy smile disappeared immediately. She said, "The population of the base is 10 million smaller, which is too much. I'll do the math. We don't have starships. All the mechs and the pile of tattered merchant ships together can transport a quarter of the The people are already pretty good, and the pirates probably won't give us a chance to run back and forth, so most of the rest will definitely be left behind, right?"
Lu Bixing sighed. When young people focus on their dreams and struggles, only such an old man can count his family's wealth quietly: "Miss Foucault, you have an accurate estimate."
Foucault asked: "So you didn't mention it, did you think it was too cruel?"
"No." Lu Bixing shook his head.
At this time, he suddenly didn't look like that "Mr. Lu". "Ms. Lu" did a good job of being a teacher, always optimistic and cheerful, always holding a pot of chicken soup, ready to spray the holy light on every "underachiever" at any time, flickering They "teachers believe that you have the potential to reach the pinnacle of life".
At this time, Lu Bixing was objective and even a little indifferent. He was silent for a moment and said, "The pirates are coming too fast, and it is too late to make up lies at this time. As long as one person realizes the problem you said, the base will be over, and no one will control it. If you can survive the situation, without waiting for the interstellar pirates, they can destroy themselves. Spencer should have also considered this issue, so those merchant ships are left there, and there is no routine maintenance. He already knew that this was a dead end."
"Spencer is a smart man. Sometimes he is too smart to not talk about him." Foucault sternly said, "I don't think there will be only one wave of interstellar pirates. I have run through the extraterritorial black market many times and have a little understanding of them. Mr. Lu, when we meet the interstellar pirates, it is a dead end to deliver food. Mr. Lu, you have made a choice for us, can you tell us, After a while at the front line, how should I save my life?"
Lu Bixing gave her a meaningful look: "Eldest sister, have you discussed it with the weasel?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the weasel came in on the communication channel: "Mr. Lu, you built the anti-tracking system. No one is more familiar than you. We all listen to you."
Lu Bixing paused: "Unconditionally obey?"
Weasels and Foucault, who were forced to join forces under the crisis, looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
"I need you to listen to General Lin's deployment," Lu Bixing said, "regardless of whether his orders are reasonable or not, don't question him, and execute them as quickly as possible. He may not save each of you, but he will try his best to reduce mortality.”
The Weasel hesitated for a moment, then rubbed his hands together: "This teacher Lu, I may not be able to say this, but General Lin, the dignitary of Votto, he really doesn't seem like someone who cares about our lives."
"He came out with you because he regarded you as his soldiers." Lu Bixing said lightly, "No matter whether others are enthusiastic, indifferent or anti-social, but a person who doesn't care about the casualty rate of soldiers may become the captain of the daredevil, which is unlikely. To be a general in the league, let alone a record, I think this idea is very logical, right?"
Weasel and Foucault were instantly convinced by his objectivity.
"But the casualty rate is the casualty rate. For you, the plane crash is almost 100% of the people killed, and the missile has no eyes, so be careful." Lu Bixing opened the route map, "The transition point ahead is the last transition point, get ready. ?"
Ten sailing days away from the base, the last pirate mech was shot down.
He couldn't dodge in time on Saturday, and was hit by the flying mecha fragments. The outer wall of the mecha made a sour noise. He poked at the core of the cabin blankly, listening to the mecha's endless mechanical sound. Report the extent of damage.
The "Self-Defense Forces" on Saturday's voice was unbelievably hoarse. "The Self-Defense Forces report all the numbers according to the mecha number."
This method of reporting numbers is commonly used by regular troops. Lu Bixing has only taught it once and has not actually used it. If the first person does not answer, the latter will wait for ten seconds and then speak for him.
"The No. 1 aircraft of the Self-Defense Force, I am Saturday, the protective cover is damaged, the power system damage rate is 60%, the missile is empty, and the energy to support the particle cannon is insufficient."
No one answered, he said, and the communication channel was silent.
When I realized something on Saturday, my heart pumped hard.
Those ten seconds were stretched infinitely long.
It seems like a lifetime has passed.
Only a slight noise came from the communication channel, and a self-defense team member stumbled and said: "The No. 3 aircraft of the Self-Defense Force, luckily there are only scratches. Machine, are you still there?"
The Self-Defense Forces who reported numbers in this way for the first time were unfamiliar with the rules and still had slight expectations. However, as time passed by and the No. 2 plane did not answer, the self-defense team had no choice but to continue speaking in a hoarse voice: "Two minutes and one second. The plane has been shot down, and the whereabouts of the comrades on vacation are unknown."
They don't have the great Eden technology, and everyone who shatters their bones with the mecha can only get a "whereabouts unknown" conclusion.
"Number 6 on behalf of Number 5"
"Number 11 on behalf of Number 10"
Thirty people in the Self-Defense Force. After a battle, 12 mechas were damaged and shrunk by nearly half, and the living people were hanging in the stars, and there was no time to die.
Saturday: "Send a letter to the base liaison and say that the pirate squad has been routed, we'll keep it"
"Saturday!" A self-defense team member suddenly interrupted him, "Look at the monitoring of the anti-tracking system, look!"
Saturday turned around abruptly, and on the small screen, a group of light spots representing the mecha were rushing towards them, and soon filled a corner of the screen - no more, no head and tail.
When they trudged through mountains and rivers and knelt at the feet of fate exhausted, fate did not give them a good look.
A large-scale pirate regular army is coming.
The communication channel of the Self-Defense Forces was silent.
For a moment, Saturday thought of his old rhetoric—that he would rather fight and die than steal his life—he felt like a lifetime away.
"Strange," he asked himself inexplicably, "how could I think that?"
Then he cleared his throat on Saturday: "The Self-Defense Force still has 18 mechs left, of which 8 are still capable of combat, there are still 11 missiles left, and there are still 4 available particle muzzles. According to our previous play method, only There is no shortage of ammunition for one round, and ammunition is almost exhausted. Now it is meaningless to hide in the anti-tracking system to fight guerrillas. We either fight or retreat."
The shadow of the vanguard pirate mech can already see the shape.
"But I'm still" Saturday's voice trembled a little, after a very long ellipsis, he continued, "I still feel unwilling, I still want to try again, live like a human for a few seconds. The outermost layer of the anti-tracking system After the encryption is cracked, the other party can continue to go in. Since the Self-Defense Forces are the forefront, they must at least pass me before they can continue to drive in, what do you think?"
Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth on Saturday, and continued without waiting for the team members to answer: "The No. 1 weapon storehouse and protective shield are no longer available, I will be your shield, the current transition point closest to us is 0023, The encryption hasn't been cracked yet, the one who hit the last missile can withdraw from there, and everyone else can do it at their own discretion."
Speaking on Saturday, the more and more people came out, the small oval mecha was mottled all over, and only the power propeller on one side was flickering, like a fire in the dark, against the wind, it refused to go out.
Immediately afterwards, a mecha that was also tattered and iron followed him, then the second and third
Within five minutes, none of the ten mechas that had emptied their arsenal fell, and they all followed him.
On Saturday, I had mixed feelings. At this point, there was nothing to say. He sent the coordinates and directions to all teammates' mechas and set off.
The pirates were advancing very fast. At first it was just a small light spot on the anti-monitoring system, and then the shadow of the mecha was revealed on the monitoring. The pirate mecha team had not arrived, and the energy response like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis had already pressed towards them.
Later, the missile's long-range sight could already see the opponent's fuselage.
There are no small mechas in this team of pirates, the vanguard is also a medium-sized combat mecha, and several heavy armors are in the finale of the central army.
When facing each other from a distance, the mecha of everyone in the Self-Defense Force sounded an alarm that was locked by a missile.
It accelerated suddenly on Saturday, and flew towards the opponent like moths - when they were blown to pieces, they would block the opponent's sight, generate a lot of energy disturbance, interfere with the opponent's anti-missile system, eleven missiles and only 11 missiles behind them. The remaining four particle cannons can be shot at once, even if only one pirate mech can be shot down
This is a bit ridiculous, because since ancient times, there have been beasts that have been guarded only by the treasures of heaven and earth.
In a sewer like the base that raises mice, will there be people trying to guard it
Does it make any sense
The other party suddenly opened fire.
On Saturday, the five senses and six senses stretched out infinitely along the fine net, and I felt the vastness of the burial place.
Suddenly, the mecha's siren stopped.
Saturday blankly thought: "Did I get hit?"
However, when he opened his eyes, he found that a dazzling light exploded in front of him, and a sudden wave of missiles collided with the pirates, blocking the deadly wave of missiles not far from them.
Immediately, countless small mechas propped up a huge protective cover, blocking the aftermath and debris of the explosion just like the time when they resisted the high-energy particle flow together.
At the same time, Lin Jingheng's voice that did not fluctuate came from the communication channel.
"The damage rate of the patrol was too high, and it was withdrawn from port 0023."
My eyes turned red on Saturday.
The acceleration of Chongsan was astonishingly fast. Before the patrol could obey the order to withdraw, Zhan Lu's fine net had already swept to the side of the opponent's striker, and the fine net of the pirate striker had fallen like wheat. Lin Jingheng did not stop, waiting for them. The backup pilot automatically withdrew when he tried to retake the fine net. The fast advancing pirate vanguard inevitably stalled, and at the same time, the base armed forces opened fire.
Although the missile hit rate at the base was low, thanks to the fact that the opponent's target was large, and it was stabilized by Lin Jing, this wave of missiles exploded brightly.
At the same time, Chongsanli received a communication request from the enemy.
Zhan Lu: "Sir, the pirates want to be with you"
Lin Jingheng interrupted him: "Don't accompany the chat, withdraw!"
The jagged armed teams at the base will always retreat more decently than attack. Lin Jingheng gave an order, and everyone disappeared collectively under the cover of the anti-tracking system, like a school of fish that got into the sea.
The Prophet of the Anti-Ukrainian Society slammed the table angrily: "Scanning the transition points that the detection team has decoded, bombed them one by one, and violently pushed their hidden gadget!"
"Who is that?" Lin Jingheng said, "Wednesday or Friday, give me your Jingwang authority."
He did not dare to argue on Saturday when he was forced to work, and quickly gave up his authority, lest General Lin use violent means.
The path where the Self-Defense Force No. 1 aircraft and the pirate detection team fought just now appeared on Chongsan.
Lin Jingheng glanced at it: "Prepare to jump to port 0078, turn off the missiles, and use the particle cannon."
Pirate clan bulldozers approached their known transition point. With the prophet's order, dozens of missiles rushed to the transition point. The huge energy almost caused a chain reaction around it, and part of the anti-tracking system channel was instantly exposed. .
However, at the same time, the explosion followed, and the base armed forces suddenly took a detour to the pirate flank, emerged from an encrypted transition point, and fired without a word.
Hundreds of high-energy particle cannons form a wave of high-energy particle streams. Unlike nuclear missiles, particle cannons are much less affected by energy disturbances, and even a bunch of hammers can hit them accurately.
The flanks of the pirates seemed to be overturned in an instant as if they had been swept away by the wind.
And they didn't have time to react, and the sneak attack sank into the anti-tracking system again.
This is guerrilla attack.
In the communication channel of the base's armed forces, there was a burst of cheers from the three who had never been so majestic, and they talked about the two exciting and effective attacks just now.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, everyone's mecha came from the alarm that the missile was locked.
Lin Jingheng said coldly, "Have you never learned the rules of communication? Anyone who makes unnecessary noises will be shot down by me."
The communication channel needle drop is audible.
Lu Bixing covered his face, and thought to himself: "It's embarrassing to be embarrassed!"
Anyway, at this point, no matter if the beginning of the story is self-indulgent or not, he doesn't want to let go.
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