The Galaxy City of Morning Star has entered the rainy season.
In the botanical garden where the anti-Ukrainian will stay in the base, the plants and fungi that like the shade and humidity began to grow wildly, and the pattering rain sounded like a clock, from morning to night, dripping down the dilapidated eaves. , The street is still sparsely populated. Occasionally, people rush past with umbrellas. From a height, they look like flowers rushing down the river one by one.
Lin Jingheng was awakened once by the sound of rain—he had not heard such a sound of rain for a long time. The climate of Beijing Beta is dry, and the winter is so long that it seems like it will never end. The man-made base of Sister Smelly uses an artificial water circulation system. Such a happy wind and rain.
He opened his eyes blankly in the nightmare, and saw the cover of the medical cabin above his head at a glance. Suddenly, he seemed to return to the rainy night when he was locked in the emergency cabin more than 30 years ago. The chaotic memory and reality were intertwined with each other. Indiscriminately, he knocked open the cover of the medical cabin, and the needle on his body flew out. He was half-conscious and didn't know the pain. He struggled to climb out of the medical cabin. He could only hear his own rapid heartbeat.
"I want to go"
A man in a white isolation suit broke in with a dozen medical robots, shouting and holding him down, the tranquilizer rushed into his blood vessels, and Lin Jingheng's consciousness sank into the boundless darkness again.
I don't know how long it took for his consciousness to recover again. Lin Jingheng dreamed of a space video recording.
It was a confidential document, and Dr. Lance from Ulan College somehow got a copy and sent it to him as a gift on the day of his graduation.
The video recording was taken by the mecha's military recorder. In addition to the clear real scene, various data jumped on the screen, accurately recording the coordinates, environment, temperature and energy fluctuations at that time.
The coordinates are located near the "Heart of the Rose" in the first galaxy, and it was the night when Lu Xin "fleeed".
The chasing soldiers of the Alliance pursued them relentlessly. Several successive rounds of missiles had rushed out from the launch pad. There was a little noise in the background of the video, and a man said in a deep voice: "The missiles are used for shit, Lu Xin has seen them before. There are more missiles than you have ever eaten! It didn't say that you have to catch them alive. With so many of you, what are you chasing and blocking when dealing with these two mechas? Can't you just use the 'oven' and put a fire on it!"
"Oven" is of course not a scientific name, it is a colloquial term used by frontline soldiers, referring to superimposed particle cannons.
The superposition of more than 30 particle cannons will generate a high temperature that can melt the protective cover of the mecha, like roasting sweet potatoes with skin in an oven, hence the name.
It is only used when one side has an overwhelming force and just wants to kill people. Numerous mechas swarmed up, carefully calculated the launch angle and then set up the formation. At the same time, they launched high-energy particle cannons at the target. The key lies in command and cooperation. If properly coordinated, each mech can be fired precisely on time and at an angle, and the resulting superimposed particle cannons will be very deadly. speed, the root cannot escape the locked area.
The video immediately locked on to the target—it was a team of only five or six small mechas, and the leading small mechas slid them into the distance like bullets, and I couldn’t see how it was different from ordinary small mechas. But Lin Jingheng recognized it at a glance for no reason. It was Lu Xin's mecha.
He watched helplessly as dazzling fluorescence flashed on the screen, and the high-energy particle cannon roared and rushed out. The military telescope even outlined the energy data of the particle flow, like an ocean wave, like an invisible death passing through the heart of the rose, with a grin on his face and his sleeves flying.
This video is very short, less than a minute, but Lin Jingheng watched it over and over again and again, and replayed it countless times, so that many years later, when I close my eyes, it is still vivid in my mind.
At that time, the person who executed the "oven" command made a very low-level mistake. He filled in the wrong dynamic acceleration value of the target mecha. It's not a straight line in the middle. Lin Jingheng has calculated it by himself. At that angle and speed, when the superimposed particle cannon arrives, it should just miss the leading mecha.
Maybe there is an unknown person who still doesn't want to give up and wants to protect that person for the last time. Maybe there is nothing in the world. The soldiers who carried out the order deliberately released water out of secret admiration. These are no longer testable. , Lu Xin shouldn't die.
But just after the particle cannon was released, the mecha that was leading the way suddenly braked. At this speed, people's reactions couldn't keep up, and his teammates didn't have time to realize what happened. What, he slipped to the end of the team in an instant, and the missiles launched earlier and the superimposed particle cannons that were chasing arrived almost at the same time. Lu Xin's mecha collided with three missiles, and the small mecha's protective cover was damaged. There was no process at all, and a scorching spark came out directly, and in this stunned explosion, the flood-like high-energy particle flow seemed to encounter an obstacle, and the soldiers turned a few turns and just missed it. The small mecha group gave them room to breathe, and then they were able to jump and escape.
Later, except for Lu Xin's adjutant who committed suicide publicly, up to now, whoever had fled with Lu Xin and later escaped, the alliance has no conclusive evidence.
The secret list was attached to the encrypted file behind the video. Lin Jingheng destroyed it after reading it. It took him thirty years to quietly bury the people on the list into the rotten soil of the seven galaxies.
But Dr. Lance could just hand him the list, so why show him this record
What was he trying to tell the young rebellious student? Lin Jingheng was puzzled and never found a chance to ask.
The year he graduated, Dr. Lance was two hundred and eighty-six years old, and he refused the repeated re-employment of the Ulan Military Academy and retired. At that time, Lin Jingheng needed to report to the Military Commission, to take the oath to join the army, to hand over positions, and he was busy.
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The image of the high-energy particle stream diverting away like a sea was engraved on his bones.
Who knew that many years later, this devastating scene would actually give him inspiration and save his life.
Wait a minute, Lin Jingheng's heart skipped a beat - saved his life
He was wandering in the black hole of memory as if his consciousness suddenly caught a thread, and following the thread, he walked out of the rainy night at the age of sixteen, and ran all the way, as if he had run for a lifetime, and finally found the exit, chaotic The world came crashing down, the world war, the eighth galaxy, the Nuwa plan, the pirates' pursuit, the galaxy city where the mutant rainbow virus broke out, and Lu Bixing
The huge anxiety dissipated everything immediately, Lin Jingheng opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to sit up immediately. As soon as he moved, he suddenly felt something. With the dim light of the instruments on the medical cabin, he lowered his eyes and found that he was empty. holding a hand.
Lin Jingheng was taken aback.
This time, the cover of the medical cabin was open, he held his breath and tilted his head, and saw Lu Bixing.
There was actually a capsule cabin next to it for people to rest, but Lu Bixing didn't know whether he thought it was too narrow or what, and was unwilling to give in. He was very nonsense and built a beach holiday-style hammock next to the medical cabin. He also matched a crab-shaped pillow, like a big fish that was caught by mistake, wrapped in the net pocket of the hammock, and half of his face was buried in " Crab shell", with a messy head, half lying on his side, his long arms hanging down from the hammock, his fingers just curled up to touch Lin Jingheng, like a knock on the door.
At this time, it was just dawn, and Lin Jingheng was afraid to wake him up, so he lay back carefully. The small screen on the medical bulkhead monitors his body's basic indicators in real time. Lin Jingheng glanced at it roughly, it was more empty than usual, but the basics had returned to the normal range, and someone in the corner added a row of notes to him, writing: " The patient is suspected of being claustrophobic, and it is recommended not to seal the medical cabin unless it is necessary."
Lin Jingheng: ""
Never heard of it, where did this quack doctor come from
The last column of the screen is the virus indicator, and that row of tables has been grayed out.
"Do you have antibodies?" Lin Jingheng thought, and couldn't help but looked up at Lu Bixing, "How did you get it?"
Lu Bixing moved his neck a little, and poked the bridge of his nose straight into the crab claws. The crab-shaped pillow had leg hair from no one knows where it came from!
Lu Bixing rubbed a few times and sneezed sullenly, so he didn't wake up, turned over and went to sleep, his downed hand briefly moved elsewhere.
Lin Jingheng suddenly felt that a mountain had moved away from his body, so he spit out the breath he was holding. Then, as if he could not sleep well, Lu Bixing rolled over and over in mid-air for a long time, his downed hand groping around unconsciously, Lin Jingheng quickly Dodge sideways, push the quilt against Lu Bixing's hanging fingers.
Then he became quiet again, and he didn't move again.
Lin Jingheng hibernated in the medical cabin, unplugged the sensor on his body, got up lightly, picked up the coat that Lu Bixing had thrown aside, put it on his body, and walked out.
The calendar showed that six full Votto standard days had passed since he lost consciousness.
Lin Jingheng's hands and feet are a little weak, but the medical cabin has adjusted his body's indicators well, and it is not too unstable to walk.
This is obviously no longer an isolation ward. The door is not locked, and there are no other isolation measures. After leaving the medical cabin, there is a corridor to go out. Lin Jingheng recognized that this place should be an internal hospital built when the Anti-Ukrainian Society occupied Qixing.
Anti-Ukraine often deviates in terms of personal aesthetics, but the architecture is not bad, probably because of limited energy, they do not pursue complex classicism, the windows are simple glass, without too many technological elements, the floor-to-ceiling windows are used, lighting and vision They are all first-class, with large and small terraces and open-air corridors everywhere, full of plants and brightly washed by the rain.
It was already dawn, and Lin Jingheng saw the silver ninth guards lined up neatly. They had just done a five-kilometer warm-up run with weights and ran to the training ground, followed by the group of self-defense players.
Bai Yinjiu's team was a neat block of tofu, and the Self-Defense Forces, who were dragged by them for five kilometers, became tofu brains that went in and out.
The self-defense team fought so hard not to be thrown off, wishing they had their tongues hanging two feet long on their chests, how could they even take care of the queue? The leader on Saturday shouted something, and the soldiers behind him shouted in unison. I don’t know what new slogan it was.
Bai Yinjiu assembled the team at the entrance of the training ground, and they were so scared that they didn't want to laugh because of their bear-like fight, and they all held back their faces.
Turan's eyes swept away: "Take a break, a minute, tidy up your clothes, laugh!"
Most of the people in the Self-Defense Forces were called urgently on Saturday after the outbreak of the variant rainbow virus. Since they came, they have never had time to rest because of the extreme shortage of people. Except for some mecha car missions, Silver Nine and the Self-Defense Force Base are mixed together.
During the thrilling eight or nine days, everyone was locked in isolation suits. The distance between people was separated by two layers of masks, but they were close to each other like brothers.
The self-defense team members were surprised to find that these legendary elites of the alliance were also mortals, and they would eat, drink, and laugh.
There is a close reference object, just like marathon rookies have leading runners, suddenly, impossible training tasks seem to become less unreasonable, and the self-defense team members naturally follow in the footsteps of each other. .
The Baiyin Jiu who rested for one minute laughed and turned into two hundred and five. The self-defense team members who were sluggish were not to be outdone. While chaotically forming the team, they pointed their middle fingers at them.
As soon as one minute came, Turan blew a sharp whistle, and the silver nine orders banned him, and quickly switched back from the hooligan state. Affected by the tense atmosphere, the Self-Defense Forces next to them also froze and lined up quickly and silently, like a large-scale game scene of "one, two, three, no movement".
Turan laughed out loud, and a few simple guards couldn't hold back, and giggled, and were collectively punished by the sinister and cunning captain of the guard for 100 turns of weightless training.
Lin Jingheng shook his head. When he was in the first galaxy, Baiyinjiu was not so lively.
He touched Lu Bixing's pocket, there was no cigarette, he only found a handful of mints, which had melted a bit. Lin Jingheng peeled off a piece and put it in his mouth, and saw the distant horizon gradually light up, it was a rare sunny day in the rainy season.
The weak morning light struggled to penetrate through the mist, and the wet ground glowed with moist light, full of vitality. The base has a wide field of vision, and the shadowy Galaxy City can be seen from a high place. The weather satellites of Venus have long since become space junk, but the weather warning signs above the Galaxy City are still stubbornly alive, and the lights are still on, with the words: "Satellites" I eloped with someone, please wait for the accurate weather information—”
And people have been "waiting" for a hundred and forty years.
In this world, is there a planet or a place that you dream about
Makes you feel that no matter where you wander, you must go back and stay there forever
Is there anything you value in your life? Do you have something to protect with all your might
In this morning light, Lin Jingheng, who was languidly staring out the window in a daze, seemed to open his eyes for the first time.
His soul, who had been floating empty on the Union Parliament Building, finally found the ladder and walked to the world step by step.
And the sad and happy world gave him a hug mixed with fragrant and rancid smell.
He has been in the eighth galaxy for six years, but he has just found the path that Lu Xin had traveled.
The eighth galaxy of the alliance should not be a sewer that withstands the double squeeze of the alliance and the pirates.
The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came, Lin Jingheng turned around and saw Lu Bixing rushing out with a head of hair that was ripped apart by crabs, and looked for him everywhere in a panic. The eyes of the two people collided unexpectedly, and Lu Bixing slammed his footsteps. As if they were not ready to face each other, they looked at each other from a distance of five meters.
Lu Bixing coughed dryly, pressed down the cocked hair and wrinkled clothes as if scratching his ears, and muttered: "One day you suddenly had an allergic reaction to a fever-reducing medicine, and you went out of the medical cabin in confusion. I fell out of it, I don't worry about you, I cough"
Lin Jingheng - The body temperature dropped, and the poisonous tongue came back: "Have your conscience found out about you taking advantage of the danger on the mecha?"
The author has something to say: I saw a comment last night, and I dropped the line as soon as I replied, and then I can't find it again.
Reply here, about why the pirates in the previous chapter did not scan the remote signal -
Because according to my previous nonsense, the long-distance communication is based on the transition point, otherwise it will not be possible to achieve synchronous communication after leaving the eight galaxies, and we earthlings and the astronauts on Mars cannot synchronously talk ()
The danger of long-distance communication is that it will reveal its own coordinates. When Prince Gloria's guards search for the underpasses in the entire eight galaxies, they will scan all the transition points, and can locate the signal sender according to the long-distance channel network. In the last chapter, the anti-Ukraine pirates and the small mecha are very close, and near the same transition point, it is not easy to detect the large-scale long-range network, just like the primitive people living on the earth can't see our feet. It's like a ball.
Principal Lu uses his personal terminal as a transfer, as long as he can cover up the signal sent by the small mecha to the transition point behind him==
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