There is a deformable "ice bag" in the medical cabin, which is shaped like a lazy sofa. Lin Jingheng is physically trapped in it to cool down, trying to make himself more awake: "General communication channels have their protective shields everywhere. Damage level, it's a dynamic list, can you find it?"
Lu Bixing raised his head and glanced at him, Lin Jingheng probably had a fever and heavy eyelids, half-opened his eyes, his eyes looked more scattered than usual, but he looked strangely not very weak, like a blood clan who was born sick in ancient legends, hiding The feeling of power in the coffin.
The other party's eyes swept over, and Lu Bixing's heartbeat was immediately out of order. He hurriedly lowered his head and quickly downloaded the damage dynamic table of the protective cover. Without looking carefully, he casually projected it onto the mecha bulkhead.
Lin Jingheng looked silent for a second: "Can it be reversed?"
Lu Bixing: ""
The young scientist felt that if he went on like this, he would be stupid, but he didn't know how to control himself. In order to prevent mistakes while busy, he had to try hard to think about Lin Jingheng's hateful things, and planned to pick one or two as amulets to temporarily quell the rebellion of the young men. of hormones. Unexpectedly, after thinking about it carefully, Lu Bixing almost committed a phobia of choice. Lin Jingheng's various bastards can be described as "dazzling", and the line up is dizzying.
Lu Bixing's anger that was interrupted by the inexplicable kiss suddenly rekindled, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
Soon, his brain was clogged with paste, and the fire burned a bloody path, and his work efficiency was suddenly much higher.
Lu Bixing neatly opened a back door in the communication channel of the indiscriminately bombing Freedom Legion, hung up a long-range signal, boldly passed through the communication network of the Freedom Legion, passed several transition points, and flew in the direction of Qixing, intending to contact back up.
It's a pity that Lin Jingheng probably got a little mildew from him. Before the two-way connection could be established, the Anti-Ukraine Association base began to release special interference.
Although the Anti-Ukrainian Association was empty of internal defenses, its technical level could smash the Free Legion—the Free Legion's intranet was paralyzed, and the weak signal on Lu Bixing's side was also broken.
Zhan Lu: "I fell short, sorry."
Lu Bixing sighed: "It's okay, I'll try again."
"Hmm." Zhan Lu paused unaccustomedly, "Okay, Principal Lu—you are really gentle and polite compared to the gentleman who uses uncivilized language when you lose a game with a mecha."
Although Zhan Lu is an artificial intelligence, he is also a mecha core first and foremost. He is devoted to his master on land, and once he is on a mecha, as a mecha core, the driver's command will take precedence over the master's command - simple Said, that is, Lin Jingheng can't make him shut up now.
Therefore, General Lin had to be deaf and mute on his own and concentrate on the dynamic table at hand.
The damage speed and degree of damage to the protective cover are just a bunch of useless numbers for the layman. At best, they know where to hide when the protective cover is about to be penetrated.
However, for those on the front lines who are often at war, a little clue can capture a lot of information.
Lin Jingheng can quickly judge the firepower distribution and attack efficiency of both sides based on dynamic damage without using a computer. If he encounters a very bad commander, he can even grasp the opponent's thinking.
At this time, he found that the Freedom Legion was very strange.
The Freedom Legion is not good. On the contrary, they are well-trained. Although they are all small mechas, the soldiers seem to be rehearsed. Disintegrating the anti-missile defense of the Anti-Ukraine Association base is shocking - even if Baiyinjiu is here, it may not be able to do better.
However, this was before the communication was cut off.
In the cosmic environment, everyone is driving mechas and cannot speak to each other. Therefore, in contemporary warfare, communication interference and anti-interference are specialized disciplines. It's normal for people to interfere with communication. However, this Freedom Legion team, whose fighting level was close to that of Baiyin Jiu, became a rabble in the moment after the communication was cut off.
The original orderly formation actually collapsed, like a group of ants that lost their pheromone, which is very puzzling. Some mechas even started to do what is known as Brownian motion. What's even more bizarre is that they are still keeping fire. !
The energy fluctuations captured by Zhan Lu have not changed, and the level of firepower attacked by the Anti-Ukraine Association base has been reduced by a cliff-that is to say, the Freedom Legion is now firing blindly in all directions, and there are still a lot of firepower hit. on his own.
Lin Jingheng frowned and said to Lu Bixing, "Give me the fine net."
Lu Bixing, who was getting angry alone, gave him a cold look.
Lin Jingheng was helpless: "That's alright—you let Zhan Lu unfold the fine net and try to invade the outermost mecha of the Freedom Legion."
Lu Bixing said with a stinky face: "Zhan Lu, please unfold the fine net."
Lin Jingheng couldn't help but worry: "Can you adapt to Zhan Lu's fine net, he?"
Although Lu Bixing didn't return his mouth or look at him, his face became more gloomy.
Although Lin Jingheng didn't like to talk to people, but at a young age, he was able to become an admiral, and of course he could see people's faces, so he had to raise his hand to signal himself to shut up.
But he is very unaccustomed to this vision that is not connected to the fine net at this time. He feels that his eyes are completely blackened, as if he was handing the reins of a wild horse running wild on the edge of a cliff to someone else, and this person is still a "dressage" Athletes, the profession is obviously wrong.
Lin Jingheng endured it for a long time, but couldn't help it: "You pay attention to concealment. Once you start a snake, don't get entangled with the other party. Immediately jump to cut off the overlap of the fine net and retreat to the nearest jump point. The coordinates are"
Lu Bixing followed Zhan Lu's fine net and spread out his consciousness, and at the same time he said angrily: "General, I can't see that you are such a prudent and cautious person, then you just stuffed yourself into a drifting bottle and planned to 'floating in the sea of fire'. Who is it?"
Lin Jingheng: ""
Lu Bixing locked on a Freedom Legion mecha that was spinning in circles, and continued to sneer: "Maybe someone stole your brainwave channel and interfered with your brain."
Lin Jingheng has only heard other people talk about Fengyue, and they are talking about "cutting constantly, the reason is still messed up", the first time I experienced it myself, only then did I know that there is such an inexplicable process of "kissing and arguing", which is completely different from the good one Same!
This made his feverish brain almost hallucinate, suspecting that he had molested Lu Bixing just now.
At this moment, Lu Bixing's face suddenly changed: "Strange, the other party's man-machine match is too high."
In the process of invading Jingwang, once the opponent's man-machine match is very high, he will be killed immediately.
Lin Jingheng was startled and got up suddenly: "Withdraw, give me the authority!"
"Wait a minute, the other party didn't respond. I can't find the gap between the man-machine docking port." As a qualified scientist, Lu Bixing was so curious that he could genocide cats. When an accident happened, instead of panicking, he meant it. He wanted to lean forward and said in a low voice, "Zhan Lu, I remember correctly, the maximum match between man and machine is no more than 90%. It's an iron rule. Is it because my eyes are too bad, can't I find the docking port?"
"No," Zhan Lu said, "you read that right, Principal Lu, the man-machine match of the other party is 100%."
Lin Jingheng was startled: "What?"
Lu Bixing was amazed: "This is also possible!"
"It seems that the mecha pilots of the Freedom Legion are not ordinary people," Lin Jingheng said quickly, "At that time, in the space of the Freedom Legion, '001' mentioned a plan to make a hell of a man, using biological chips to transform people. These transformations Not only will humans rapidly evolve their bodies in a short period of time, but they can also be semi-mechanized. According to Zero One, once the transformed humans are docked with the mecha, they will become part of the fuselage, and their reaction speed is sixteen times that of humans. It's no wonder that the interface gap can't be found."
Lu Bixing was incomprehensible: "No, the bones of the Silver Fortress are not yet cold, why are these idiots still pursuing the automation of mecha driving?"
Zhan Lu interjected: "The ultimate goal of the Freedom Legion should not be automation, but an evolutionary transformation of human beings with both human and machine advantages, but it should not have achieved the goal, and now only this kind of monster can be made."
"No wonder I came to think about Nuwa's plan of the Anti-Ukraine Society." Lin Jingheng turned his eyes to the chaotic Free Legion team, "Though these dissimilar transformants are quick to respond and undisturbed, I'm afraid they don't have the ability to think independently, they should be under the control of the chip. There is a fixed behavior mode, anti-Ukraine will interfere with their communication, but also interfere with the biochip, now the engineers of the Free Legion should be urgently repairing, can you think of a way?"
Lu Bixing's eyes lit up: "Decipher the signal of the chip during their repair process and sneak in!"
On the morning star, Huang Jingshu wore a thick isolation suit and received people who came to receive "antibodies" in the square. The Self-Defense Forces sent a batch of "antibodies" from house to house, but as a result, many poor people who did not have a fixed residence missed the receipt due to various reasons, and gathered together to protest. At this time, they were most afraid of cross-infection, so Turan had to divide the There are several collection points in the area, and mecha vehicles are sent to block the road, strictly limit the flow of people, and evacuate people in batches.
Even so, there were more people at the scene than she had imagined. Huang Jingshu was uncomfortable under the heavy isolation gown and struggled to move on the spot. Several of her classmates helped at several other scattered collection points.
They have to get busy to relieve anxiety.
They are the only survivors on the Beijing β star, wandering in the complicated eighth galaxy, helpless, Huang Jingshu can't imagine what they would do without Principal Lu.
"Take it," Huang Jingshu handed a fake antibody filled with glucose to the queuing Galaxy City residents, mechanically repeating what she had said all day, "After you get the antibody, leave as soon as possible, no congestion, no Gather in a crowded place, thank you, next—"
Her voice fell, and there was a sudden commotion in the distance. Several mecha vehicles sounded the alarm at the same time, and immediately guards came down to shout. Then, the convenient loudspeaker amplified the commotion hundreds of times, and a man shouted over the siren of the mecha car: "They are liars! This is not anti-resistance."
With a "hum", the mecha car released interference, and the human voice in the loudspeaker turned into a screeching sound. Everyone subconsciously covered their ears, but the anxiety seemed to fall into the oil in the boiling water.
"What did he say? What liar?"
"It's not anti-antibody at all! I seem to have heard it!"
"What? What did they post?"
Oops, Huang Jingshu was in a cold sweat.
A silver-nine guard walked over quickly and whispered to her: "We are reporting to the captain of the guard, and the non-combatants are evacuated first!"
Huang Jingshu nodded with some Liu Wuzhu, and was about to leave.
Suddenly, one of the residents in the original queue came out and said loudly: "You guys have antibodies, just find a pharmacy to test and you'll know that the roots are just useless comfort."
Without saying a word, he was knocked down by an anesthesia naked gun. The people around him in panic thought he was killed. For a while, some people screamed and ran away, some shouted loudly, and some tried to pass through the mecha car. The encirclement ran inward, pointed at Huang Jingshu with a tearful eye, and asked her to give an explanation.
There are also people who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos: "They will not give us real antibodies at all. I advise those of you who are infected to find a place to hide quickly, and don't be caught by them in the isolation ward. If they are caught, they will die immediately. I want to find a place to treat you like garbage!"
Huang Jingshu's heart rate jumped to one hundred and eighty. Seeing that the people who were in good order just now spread out like a flood that burst a dyke, the true and false rumors were like a hustle and bustle swept up by the strong wind. Next to her, the guards of Baiyinjiu were pulling her. While walking, he was talking to Turan through the personal terminal. Huang Jingshu could vaguely hear it. Captain Turan, who was always smiling, said in a cold tone, "Control the scene and do whatever it takes."
"At any cost," Huang Jingshu thought blankly, "Do you want to silence it? Teacher Lu, what should I do?"
Teacher Lu was far away from the galaxy and could not answer. She could only hear another voice shouting from the crowd: "The people who have developed antibodies all wear isolation suits. If the antibodies are useful, why are these people afraid of this?"
"We have to explain, explain to us!"
"They're here to kill, run!"
At this time, a row of mecha cars in the distance passed directly through the space field, and fell from the sky to the periphery of the running crowd, and blocked them back with their heads. The sharp front of the mecha cars was like a cold spear. Point to the flock of mob.
Huang Jingshu suddenly took a step back, broke away from the silver nine guards who were pulling her, turned and ran to the reception desk just now, grabbed the loudspeaker used to maintain order: "Hello!"
The girl looked like an adult. At this time, she was extremely nervous, but her voice involuntarily brought out a little childish childishness. She held up an "antibody" and said to everyone: "The number of antibodies is very limited, and each person wears an isolation suit. No one has ever fought, and since you say so, I can just relax a little."
The voice fell. Before the guards could stop her, she removed the isolation suit with one click. The sweat had already wet her hair, and it was dripping on her temples. Confused by the change, they got out of the car to check.
Huang Jingshu's hands were shaking all the time. After several attempts, she successfully buckled the syringe on her arm. After the syringe was automatically scanned, it pinpointed the injection location, sterilized it, and pushed in a placebo that could neither cure the disease nor save her life. .
"Mr. Lu and the others will have a solution," she thought. "If the empty brain can drive a mecha to the sky, and can control more than two fine nets like a normal person, what else can't be done?"
No matter what age it is, there are always some reckless and enthusiastic young people who have rushed forward desperately when others weighed the pros and cons.
The syringe became a mission, and with a "click", it fell off her arm, and the raucous crowd fell silent.
Huang Jingshu took a deep breath: "So you can rest assured? Specific antibodies are not omnipotent, they will have different effects on people with different physiques, some people will still be at risk of infection and death, and some people will even be allergic. If you are infected yourself, it means that the antibody effect is not good for you, go to the hospital immediately, the hospital is not a slaughterhouse!"
"Then I'll say it again, those who haven't received the antibodies will line up in order, those who have received the antibodies, please leave immediately and avoid densely populated areas." Huang Jingshu kicked the peeling isolation gown aside and sat down again, "Next— "
At this moment, the sound of "rumbling" came from the sky. People looked up and saw that rows of starships and mechas had come very close to the ground, flying to the base not far away, ready to land. .
In the clear sky, people can see the striking signs on the mechs and starships.
"That starship has a syringe symbol on it!"
"It's from the London Star. I heard that there is a big boss in the London Star. It seems that he specializes in selling medicine."
"The mecha is from Wei Luoxing."
"And Milas's"
The one-eyed eagle almost transferred the medical resources of the entire eighth galaxy, and the huge starship rainbow ship landed in the base, with a well-equipped medical laboratory, a whole team of researchers, and the major planets more or less supported. supplies, and some even came in person.
The dying William Yu opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes through the transparent mask of an isolation suit. He did not recognize who this person was. Perhaps it was the destruction of more than 100 years of time. Maybe the rainbow virus had burned his brain, maybe they had fought together before, but they didn't have the fate to know each other - but he recognized the rusted bronze medal in the man's hand.
Free Alliance Army.
It's not the ridiculous so-called "freedom" corps of pirates, but more than a hundred years ago, it really followed the alliance, believed in the alliance's declaration of freedom, and was tempered in blood and fire.
Yu William's vision suddenly blurred, the unknown former comrade-in-arms put the bronze medal on his pillow: "We are the eighth free galaxy."
Yu William burst into tears.
The one-eyed eagle broke into Turan's temporary command post without saying a word: "I moved the whole research institute of the old ghost of the London Star, and immediately started to analyze this variant virus. Where is Lin Jingheng? I can't find the cult's lair. ?"
Lin Jingheng and the others have quietly infiltrated the small mecha group of the Freedom Legion. These small mecha groups come in different models and have everything. A special code makes the surrounding transformants ignore them. The communication channel was repaired, and at this time, the Freedom Corps, which had just been in a mess, regained order and approached the Anti-Ukraine Association base in an orderly manner.
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