"General, I have always felt that the painting style of the Free Legion is different from the other two pirates," Turan said. "The people who occupy Votto are the most ambitious, and the anti-Urban will be the most insane, these two characteristics Yes, as soon as you play against them, you know that they are rich, well-prepared, and planned for a long time. The organization of heavy armor is almost the same level as the throat fortress of the Alliance back then, but the Free Legion is different."
Lin Jingheng nodded, the Freedom Legion was very chaotic in terms of management alone. When experimenting with "opium", it had to cooperate with the small cult gang of the Eight Galaxy, the poison nest, which was terrible, but the quality of the personnel was like temporary workers.
Lin Jingheng had been in contact with them twice, whether it was "Zero Zero One" who urinated when scared, or the small mecha team that was brain-dead when disturbed later, they didn't look like any serious rebel force.
"This kind of biochip was made outside the domain, and it was tested in the eight galaxy, so we didn't think about that at first," Turan continued, "but think about it carefully, one-fifth of the population of the eight galaxy is empty brain. I'm sick, and I'm so poor, how can I have spare money to play drugs? This should be specifically for the alliance, especially after the collapse of the Garden of Eden. So is there such a possibility that some people have long known that the Garden of Eden will collapse, very early Designing this step, the so-called Freedom Legion is just a hooligan from outside the territory supported by this person."
"The Glory Corps wants to build an empire, and the Anti-Ukraines will first regardless of whether it conforms to their teachings or not, but they should have this scientific research ability themselves, and they don't need to find someone else to experiment with the chip." Lin Jingheng said softly, "So the people behind the support of the Freedom Corps are likely to be It is an insider of the alliance, this person knows everything in advance, and must have a connection with one of the other two pirate forces, and may even be their inner responder, why did he deliberately support another group of people?"
"For money and power, it is possible." Turan said, "The popularity of opium in the alliance will bring unimaginable profits. If the planner does not have enough right to speak and bargaining power, then he chooses to cooperate with the big pirates. A piece of cake is equivalent to marrying someone. If you want to accumulate money as quickly as possible and have your own armed forces in the midst of troubled times, what is more efficient than precise drug trafficking? People are more promising than us, who organize people in remote areas to farm land. !"
Lin Jingheng gave her a cool look.
Turan quickly squeezed his mouth: "I was wrong, I don't speak, General, don't shave my head, everything is negotiable!"
"There's one more thing," Lin Jingheng paused, then added, "Why did the Free Legion attack the Anti-Ukrainian Society base, and what did they want? By the way, has the encryption on the Anti-Ukrainian Society's ark been cracked?"
"No," Turan spread his hands, "Mr. Lu is not here, we are lacking in skilled jobs now, General!"
Lu Bixing followed the commander and the others. Since he wanted to revive the eighth galaxy, he must first restore production and rebuild social order. The commander received the support from General Lin and was so excited that he cried all night in the house. Before the corroded muscles on his body could grow neatly, he brought his old, weak, sick and disabled team to fight. The big planets are stuck together. After the disbandment of the Free Alliance Army, most of these people have their own forces. If they can be integrated, the social order will be easy to sort out.
The one-eyed eagle took Yu William in one direction, and sent Lu Bixing to represent himself and follow the chief. The euphemistic name is "separate action and improve efficiency", but Captain Turan's shrewd eyes have already seen through the real purpose of the old Persian cat - he is to throw Lu Bixing, who is always running to General Lin's side.
"Baiyinsan doesn't know who to pull the flag for whom on which monkey mountain, and Teacher Lu is not here. It can't go on like this, General," Turan said earnestly, "Either you have a little restraint."
Lin Jingheng listened to the hooligan's more and more inhuman words, and immediately turned his face: "What am I restraining!"
"I mean temper, restrain temper!" Turan also realized that what he said sounded ambiguous, and quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, sigh, general, you said that you are such a serious and serious person, and your thoughts are really me. I didn't say let you restrain other things, I mean you can be a little friendly and a little bit, get people first, then you will find that the world is full of love and fragrance"
Lin Jingheng turned around and looked at her without smiling, thinking that Captain Turan should be filled in the cesspool, so that she could have a good experience of what "the world is full of love and fragrance".
Captain Turan's tail tone became weaker and weaker, and soon the electricity ran out. He turned around and ran: "I'm going to interrogate the prisoners."
"Wait," Lin Jingheng stopped her impatiently, "When will you be back?"
Turan replied forcefully: "Soon, I will report to you immediately after finding out the clues!"
Lin Jingheng: "Who the hell asked you?"
Turan—the captain of the guard who had his tentacles cut off, reacted to being self-indulgent, clutching his stabbed heart, and taking a look at the reflective metal hatch next to his beautiful face, very melancholy, very self-esteem He replied stubbornly: "On the way back, within a day."
Lin Jingheng nodded and waved her to kneel down.
"Who is uglier than the old lady?" Turan thought aggrievedly, scolding in his heart as he walked, "I hope you don't stand up, bastard."
Lu Bixing was indeed on his way back. He handed over the authority to drive the mecha to the four students and let them take turns to drive.
Up to now, every time this group of wild students have used the armor, it is an emergency - either high-energy particles are passing through the border, or they are fighting, and they have not carried any passengers.
The chief made them shake so hard that they almost vomited their stomachs. The muscles on his legs that had been corroded by the rainbow virus were not yet fully grown. He was still walking on crutches and struggled to the vicinity of the operating table, just in time to hear Little Glasses White talking eloquently.
White danced and said: "I think this plan is feasible, you believe me, this time Teacher Lu will be assessed at the end of the month, let's hand in this topic—Introductory mecha research—how about it, it's very pragmatic? You think, just started learning to swim. When I was riding, I always started to carry the lifebuoy first, and then hold the float, so I got used to it bit by bit? When I first started learning a bicycle, there must always be two auxiliary wheels behind the bicycle, right? Then why is it so boring to get started with mechas, So complicated? Can't there be a 'primary mecha' as a buffer?"
Mint folded his arms in front of his chest and looked at him with caring eyes for the mentally retarded: "Master, because we are not as particular as you, and we still have 'auxiliary wheels', do you still need someone to breastfeed?"
White sighed: "Mint, are you following General Lin now? You will be alone for a lifetime like this."
"That silly big guy without a beard in the Self-Defense Force runs after her all day, I think you should worry about yourself." Huang Jingshu stood side by side with Mint, "I haven't used so much equipment to learn swimming, a ruthless father is enough already."
Everyone looked at her.
Huang Jingshu shrugged: "My dad is vacuolated, and later found out that I am also vacuolated. For the first time, he accepted the reality that vacuolar has family inheritance, and realized that his genes are destined to be eliminated by the times. The generations to come will be inferior, so they are extremely desperate, especially unable to think about it, and can’t commit suicide, what should I do? I have no choice but to throw me into the river.”
Both White and Mint fell silent. They gradually became accustomed to the high-intensity study and life of exile, as well as to mechas, missiles, plagues and wars. The life before the war seemed like a lifetime away. When people are carried forward by the torrent, it is difficult to have time to recall the past, but the past has always been there, poking in the depths of memory like a needle, and gradually wrapped in thick cocoons, it becomes less painful or itchy.
Only cockfighting was heartless. At this time, while driving the mecha like a monkey in the sky, he interjected and asked, "Then I am slow to learn mecha, do I need a ruthless dean."
Huang Jingshu: "I recommend you go to Captain Turan."
The temporary pilot was greatly frightened, and the mecha almost broke into a transition point in the path. For a time, all the speakers on the mecha warned him in unison: "Deviated from the route!"
The chief hurriedly supported the bulkhead of the mecha, and the crutches flew.
The driver blushed and said with a thick neck: "No way, others will find that I only have a pale face all over my body, and my singing is out of tune!"
The commander finally couldn't help but interjected and said weakly: "Children, try to be safe, the gravity field in the cabin has been trembling for half an hour, uncle, I'm old, I can't stand it, don't worry, Captain Turan is now I don't dare to punish you, and there is also the law on the protection of minors."
White jumped up: "That is, cockfighting, you still have two and a half years to practice your singing voice - come down and hand over to me, I will study how to install a somatosensory sensor on the mecha!"
The alliance stipulates that mecha pilots must be at least 18 years old.
The chief struggled to pick up the cane and thought worriedly, "I think the driver should be over twenty-eight."
The chief was named Edward Hunter, two hundred and forty years old, half his life wasted. A rainbow virus made him walk on the edge of life and death once, and the whole person was visibly thin and old, showing his old state.
It's not a good thing to be the chief executive of the eighth galaxy, no power, no fame, not to mention gray income, even the normal salary has to find a way to go around, willing to struggle in this position, no matter what kind of bear he is, when he takes oath When I took office, I must have dreamed of doing something for this galaxy.
President Edward had been dreaming for years, and occasionally woke up with a biting cold wind, tossing and turning, going back and forth too many times, and disappointed too many times.
He thought that his tragic life would come to an end, but he did not expect that God would give him a glimmer of hope.
So it's like seeing half a loaf of bread in starvation, but whenever there is a glimmer of hope, he will grab it hysterically.
Lu Bixing was not at all afraid that his unfortunate student would drive the mecha into the ditch. Chief Edward limped towards him with a cane, and found that he was doing small handicrafts very leisurely.
There is a large glass cover on his left hand, a few palm-height micro-carved robots on the bar, and the robots are dragging a tail behind them. They are connected to Lu Bixing's personal terminal, and they are carving stones according to the precise modeling on the personal terminal.
The stones are all picked up by Lu Bixing from various planets along the way, with the unique elements on each planet, showing a variety of colors and brilliance. The relatively regular large stones are carved by small robots into delicate buildings and landscapes, which are glued to a base. On the top, the small pieces were hand-polished by him into the shape of a planet, glued to the glass cover, and the glass cover was brushed with layers of crystal glue.
Although there are robots, it also requires a lot of patience and carefulness. Chief Edward watched for a while, holding his breath involuntarily, until the little robot became the last bit of work, turned on the small fan, and blew the debris away. At the same time, the quick-drying crystal glue was formed, and the chief looked at the landing. Bixing turned the large glass cover with a diameter of about one meter upside down, and found that inside the glass cover was a miniature starry sky of the eighth galaxy, the stars in the distance were like broken diamonds, the nearby planets were shadowy, and under the glass cover were buildings and streets. In the human landscape, some stones emit fluorescent light, embellishing them, such as the lights of thousands of homes, which are incredibly beautiful.
Lu Bixing stretched and bowed his head for too long, causing his neck and back to "quack". Lu Bixing made a "hiss", pressed his neck, and asked with a smile, "Chief, how is it, does it look good?"
Chief Edward complimented: "Artwork can enter the Eight Galaxy Museum."
"Cough?" Lu Bixing found that the president was not very good at complimenting people. "Eight Galaxy Museum" was on Gloria Star before. He visited it once, and it was like a tattered disposal - he wiped the glass cover spotlessly and put it in a Seal it in the sponge-filled box, and then say, "When the new galaxy museum is built another day, I'll make a new one and donate it to you. This one has an owner."
This kind of flashy and thought-provoking thing, normal people can feel the taste of romance at a glance. In Lu Bixing's last sentence, the implication of "come and gossip" is obvious, and he is sitting with his big tail erect, waiting to show off to others.
However, Chief Edward was not a normal person in a way.
He looked at the box in Lu Bixing's hand with concern for the country and the people: "When will the eighth galaxy really be like your model, each of us should have such a picture in our hearts."
Lu Bixing: ""
Suddenly I feel so vulgar.
The chief sighed again, and Lu Bixing hurriedly covered the gift box and sat up straight, showing a face of silence like a mourning concubine.
Their business was not going well, which was to be expected in Lu Bixing's view.
Commander Edward was overwhelmed by the appearance of the Morning Star Self-Defense Force and the supportive attitude of Admiral Lin. Before setting off, he was full of ambition. He always felt that this time, he could really respond to everyone and lead everyone to a better tomorrow.
However, the devastated reality gave him a head-on blow.
The eighth galaxy, the "sewers" extending in all directions, has not been rectified for more than a hundred years, let alone such a chaotic year
This is an objective fact, not based on the personal passion and dreams of the chief executive.
It is first of all a mess of sand, and there are people everywhere like stinky sisters who are sweeping the snow in front of the door. In some places, a small-scale closed society has formed, with its own order, management, and unified distribution of materials, and can barely organize everyone to produce some life. Necessities - similar to that little bazaar in Galactic City. However, the scale of this kind of common economy is usually small. In order to protect themselves, they are reluctant to contact the outside world. They have visited several relatively large-scale small social groups, and they all knew Cyclops before the war. For the sake of the unfortunate appearance of the chief, everyone verbally expressed their support for the independence of the eight galaxies, but no matter how much more, they would not do it.
It is not easy to form a small country where everyone can barely survive. It is impossible for a person who has been struggling with hunger and cold for many years to think about helping his neighbors. Poverty and hard life eat away at a person's dignity, intelligence, compassion.
In addition to these small groups that are self-governing, more places belong to the state of anarchy and chaos. It is the real underground world. Even the natives of the eighth galaxy do not dare to go deep into it. It is full of thieves, robbers, and liars. , Murderers and all kinds of shameless and filthy rubbish - it's not rubbish, you can't live here, if a person wants to do something serious to make a living, he will be stripped naked by this place, and then set foot on 10,000 feet.
The chief murmured in a painful tone: "When I was leaving, I thought that I should start to restore the communication in the eighth galaxy, contact these energetic friends from all over the country to set up a government, first establish social order, let the credit currency re-circulate, restore trade, first Let everyone take the lead here, and take advantage of their stalemate, let's find a way to develop ourselves first. Only in the future will we have a foothold!"
Lu Bixing took out a snow-white ribbon out of nowhere, held one end in his mouth, and swiftly wound the other end around the gift box, echoing vaguely, "Yes."
"The orderly and effective society, the credibility of the government and the law, in the final analysis, is to make the people believe in us, right?" the president said in a long speech, "Humans can dominate the space because of society, without society, a single contemporary man , even a small forest can't dominate, and society is like a big game board. It can survive because players of different roles agree with the rules. Even if someone wants to cheat, it doesn't matter, because the concept of 'cheating' also agrees with the rules. ."
The chief has been messing around for so many years, and although he doesn't seem to be mixed up, he still understands a little bit of how society works. Lu Bixing nodded while doing manual work, and sometimes echoed one sentence at a time. Unexpectedly, the chief suddenly turned to him with burning eyes: "Mr. Lu"
Lu Bixing hurriedly said, "Hey, I don't dare to do it. At most, I can teach minors how to dismantle mechas. Don't call them that."
"No, you can afford it," Chief Edward ignored and said eagerly, "That's what the Self-Defense Forces are called—Mr. Lu, I heard that these people in the Self-Defense Forces used to be just a bunch of interstellar smugglers, but You went, made them as well-trained as the regular army, and even defeated Prince Gloria, I know you're a business man."
President Edward seemed to regard Lu Bixing as Zhuge Liang who farmed the land in Nanyang. This is the tone of the grass hut. Lu Bixing considered himself to be a skilled worker who was not too homey. , is a mascot representing my father. I am not bad in the artificial department. If there are enough resources, I can help plan the military factory, and I can also construct the communication network within the eight galaxies according to your requirements.”
Chief Edward recognized that he had reservations, and immediately turned his face, saying, "Mr. Lu, if you want, I am willing to give you the position of the eighth galaxy chief."
Lu Bixing put the wrapped gift box aside and sighed with a headache: "Chief, I used to run a school and scared the teachers away, really."
Chief Edward immediately drew the next "big cake" for him: "Then the No. 1 public school in the eighth galaxy in the future will be yours. The financial subsidies and government incentives are all in accordance with the specifications of Votto's Ulan Academy, how about it?"
Lu Bixing sighed, the president is also old, and he can talk about the lure so unflattering, and draw the pie so hard to swallow. He is really not a smooth person, and he is not suitable to be a politician.
He probably only has a heart that dreams of revitalizing the eight galaxies and a group of people who would rather be torn apart by the space field and leave the crowd before the blocking fails.
"Chief, if a person is eloquent, he can use his three-inch tongue to trick three or five people around him into running with him. I am good at this. If a person is good at pyramid selling, he can develop a thousand , and even an organization of tens of thousands of people who take his bullshit as a standard every day. I think the anti-Ukraine Prophet Hope has this thing. But if you want to manage a city, sometimes you need a bit of luck - the formation of the Self-Defense Force is not I planned it with my own hands, I didn't have it, it was the result of the intervention of many accidental external forces. As for rebuilding the social order of a galaxy," Lu Bixing smiled bitterly, "You look down on me too much."
He didn't say a word, the chief's eyes dimmed instantly.
Lu Bixing loves Lin Jingheng first, and chicken soup second. He hates this weathered and frustrated eyes the most, and his brain is hot, and he blurted out, "But no matter what you need me to do, I will do my best and go through fire and water."
"Okay!" The commander slapped him on the shoulder, "I'll wait for you to say this, I actually gave you all the positions to think about. You will be the coordinator of the Eighth Galaxy War and the chairman of the special management committee. You There is a veto power, and the two of us will not ride in the same mecha in the future, when I am away, you will act as the chief executive."
The young scientist and rural teacher was stunned by the list of titles, feeling that he needed a small title, and he had to dictate the two-foot-long title three times and recite the whole text.
Until they arrived at Qixing, the chief was still gushing about his grand vision. Lu Bixing had to lie about his stomachache, carrying a heavy gift, and carrying the heavier hope of the eighth galaxy, slipped along the path, planning to Report to his general about his new identity.
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