Chapter 42

　When Lu Bixing heard something was wrong, he just jumped off the mecha platform. When he looked back, it was already too late.

　He was more than 800 meters away from the nearest mecha, but there was no humanoid mecha core around him that could overturn the base at any time. After searching all over his body, there was only a spatula with a curved handle!

　And Huang Jingshu was on the mecha platform. She had just stumbled and tried to hook up the mental net. The matching rate was as high as 53%. The human-machine link was shaky, like a spider thread that could be blown away by a gust of wind. She gritted her teeth, calmed down, and worked very hard to adapt to the mecha's perspective. Unexpectedly, she had just successfully switched to the mecha's perspective and saw this scene head on. She was so frightened that she almost disconnected from the mental network.

　From the time Lu Bixing and the others started knocking the pot, the idle people in the base gathered outside the mecha station and looked around, witnessing the sudden accident together. Screams and exclamations could be heard everywhere. There was a former man with a serious mental disorder. The self-defense team member grabbed the railing: "Mechas cannot be driven by ordinary people. I told you before! Why don't you believe it!"

　Lu Bixing ignored him and turned around to run to the nearest mecha while calling up the base authority. , trying to forcefully close the acceleration track using external force.

　But even if it stopped accelerating, the mecha's huge inertia still couldn't be braked by the weak friction. The accelerating track roared and changed, straightening up as much as possible, dangerously avoiding the contact points of the cooling tower and the floating power station. A ferocious spark exploded.

　At 800 meters, without the help of any tools, the world record for men's Scud is closer to one and a half minutes, and one and a half minutes is enough for a mecha to crash out of the base's thin artificial atmosphere.

　Lu Bixing remotely opened the contact station and shouted at the out-of-control driver: "Control your mental network!"

　However, the driver had lost consciousness under the strong stimulation, and the foam he spit out almost choked him. Human-machine matching The speed quickly dropped below 50%, and the spiritual network link was suddenly disconnected.

　The closed acceleration track was unable to dissipate heat and was obviously overheated. Alarms were ringing throughout the mecha station.

　The worst thing is that at the same time, other mechas connected to each other through the intranet and contact stations also saw the scene on the ground. Panic quickly spread from the ground to the sky. The psychological quality of some mecha pilots was not good enough. , the human-machine matching degree of many mechas also began to fluctuate.

　In the blink of an eye, three or four people had been disconnected from their spiritual networks. The protective mesh that had just been formed looked like it was riddled with holes, and the fear was still spreading -

　the one-eyed eagle cursed, "Mud can't hold up a wall." He sank his consciousness into the mental net, gritted his teeth and tried to fill the gap. He was originally carrying eight unmanned mechas. As the burden continued to increase, signs of mental overload soon appeared - the spirit of the small mecha Unlike Zhanlu, the network does not have such a wide coverage area. Even if he is forced to overload his mental energy, he can only control the problems in a small area nearby, and he will be beyond his reach further away.

　At this time, Saturday's voice suddenly came from the communication network.

　Saturday: "Leave it to me!"

　One-eyed Eagle felt blood coming out of his gums. He opened his mouth and breathed in the smell of blood: "Can you do it?"

　Saturday: "What else can you do if you can't do it!"

　He almost lost his temper during the holiday. The voiceless conch roared out: "Mom!"

　One-eyed Eagle Jue asked: "What kind of lucky charm are you talking about?"

　When building the mecha's defense cover, Lu Bixing had considered emergencies. He was the first to make statistics. The number of more experienced pilots was increased, and then these people were arranged separately according to the coverage of the Mecha Spirit Network, just in case someone suddenly went offline, they could take care of the people around them - One-eyed Eagle listened for a while , thought he was talking nonsense, because these so-called "more experienced" people were at the level of the patrols they met when they first came to the base. They were thankful that they were not disconnected, so why did they expect them to take care of others?

　Who knew that so many problems would arise before the protective shield was built? This is what we really have to do!

　On the ground, the acceleration track had been stretched to the extreme. Lu Bixing caught a glimpse of Huang Jingshu's mecha parked outside the track from the corner of his eye: "Xiao Huang!"

　His voice followed the communicator directly and hit Huang Jingshu's ears. The girl was excited. one time.

　Lu Bixing: "You have learned this!"

　Yes, at that time in Zhanlu's spiritual network, Lin personally led them to experience how to extend and spread the spiritual network, and how to invade the opponent's mecha where the spiritual network overlapped.

　But...how is that possible?

　Half an hour ago, she thought she was going to be a human mascot and was dragged up to the sky by Lu Bixing.

　Now he let her drag an out-of-control mecha alone?

　Sometimes, one second may be infinitely long. In an instant, Huang Jingshu's thoughts circled the eight galaxies three times, wandering around countless legendary places of miracles, trying to find the reason why "people can create miracles" evidence. But the vast interstellar alliance, the insurmountable Garden of Eden, the interstellar channels extending in all directions, and the beautiful scenery that is difficult to describe even in her imagination... They are all too far away for her, a little girl with empty brain disease who lives in eight galaxies. , too unreal, there is no way to give her any power.

　One side of the out-of-control mecha has derailed. Huang Jingshu followed it with her eyes, her field of vision narrowing to only a small sliver, as if everything else in the world had disappeared except for her and the out-of-control mecha.

　She heard her own heartbeat, heard her rapid breathing, and repeatedly gave futile orders to her unruly mecha. A desperate thought broke out, and she thought: "I can't do it."

　However, the machine just lost control . The moment A started to roll over, the mental net that had been rejecting her finally moved hesitantly and slowly, as if she accidentally hit some switch, and the mental net suddenly spread out.

　It should be said to be luck.

　Or maybe, every turn of fate in the world is accompanied by this little bit of luck.

　In the smoke-like sea of ​​time and space, from light to the universe, to the folded quantum and the joys and sorrows of the human world, they are all accompanied by cold probabilities. Those dice keep spinning in the destiny, and keep running towards the unknown. direction.

　Huang Jingshu took a breath. She suddenly caught the docking port of the out-of-control mecha on the spiritual web she spread out. Just like she did not hesitate to take out a wine bottle and hit the spider on the head, she rushed forward decisively and with all her strength. , the whole figure seemed to be split into two, and the pressure on her from the mental network suddenly doubled, but at the same time, she successfully invaded the other party's mental network!

　She was like a person who was washed away by the flood and grabbed a handful of thorn vines on the mountain wall. In this case, she had no time to think about whether it hurt or whether she was afraid. She could only grab it with all her strength. Live what she can.

　"Stop," she thought.

　The out-of-control mecha continued to tilt downward with her out-of-control consciousness, ignoring the girl's weak voice.

　"Stop! Stop!"

　At this time, someone from the surrounding base residents suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

　They shouted like this. The first sound was a bit messy, but the second sound became a big one. People's voices joined in like a river flowing into the sea: "Stop!"

　The out-of-control mecha had tilted more than 45 degrees and was about to turn over. However, the strange thing was that the panicked crowd seemed to have found a unified voice. No one screamed anymore, no one ran around anymore, they all said in unison: "Stop!"

　At the critical moment, Lu Bixing finally touched the mecha. At the same time, the reverse braking function of the out-of-control mecha was activated successfully, and the skewed It sprayed out billowing smoke from the side and slowly pushed it up!

　The mental net released by Lu Bixing immediately covered it. The human-machine match between Huang Jingshu and the out-of-control mecha stopped dangerously at 50%. Lu Bixing followed the gap and entered, in order not to squeeze out the girl's fragile consciousness and hurt her. His operation was extremely delicate and subtle, just enough to stop his matching degree at 50%, and then used this delicate balance to drag the out-of-control mecha and finally stop it at the edge of the acceleration track.

　Then he very gently said to Huang Jingshu on the intranet: "Girl, withdraw slowly, slower, don't be nervous, you are the most talented student I have ever seen."

　Huang Jingshu followed him instinctively Following the instructions, she slowly retracted the mental net she had spread out. Only then did she realize that in the thrilling moment just now, her sharply rising blood pressure had burst her capillaries, and her nosebleeds had already flowed into her mouth.

　The crowd burst into cheers mixed with tears.

　At the same time, the dozens of regular members of the Self-Defense Forces in the sky were like the steel bars of the entire protective shield, holding back the fallen comrades around them.

　It seems that there really is a dead ghost mother in the sky to bless her.

　Twenty minutes later, Lu Bixing readjusted the acceleration track and carried the damaged mecha and injured personnel out to the infirmary, letting Huang Jingshu go first. Then, he took the other nine unmanned mechas onto the track. Arrange them on the coordinates in turn.

　The moment the three hundred mechas finished docking, they seemed to form a closed loop. All the ports seemed to be connected together, and the spiritual network was actually connected!

　Originally, everyone seemed to be carrying a heavy stone on their shoulders, making it difficult to walk. At this time, these stones connected into a stone slab and fell evenly on everyone. Everyone was freed from the unsustainable mental network!

　It took Saturday a long time to come to his senses and asked aloud: "This is what you pretended to be last night...what is this?"

　Lu Bixing's voice did not pass through the intranet or the ground contact center, but directly through the spiritual network. It rang in his ears: "This is called 'Iron Cable'. It is implemented using port resonance. It is similar to the principle of remote control of mechas. However, it is rarely used in actual combat. It is usually seen in honor guard performances."

　"Why?" White was confused. He asked with a spirit of exploration, "If everyone is connected like this in actual combat, wouldn't it be very convenient to resist the other party's invasion?"

　Lu Bixing laughed: "Everyone saves effort, but everyone's control over the mental network is also "Reduce it. You guys are flying your own and you have to bump into each other. With so many people flying so many mechas, aren't you going to cause chaos? Come to think of it, is our school too focused on science and not on literature? Why, I've never heard of it" "The story of the Burning Company"?"

　Fighting Chicken asked: "What's the fire?"

　Lu Bixing sighed: "I haven't heard of the story of the Burning Company. I have always heard the story about Prince Gloria's guard attacking the honor guard outside the third galaxy in the past few years. Let's get over it... Lao Lu, don't get excited now, I'm just talking about the matter, and I didn't mention him!"

　Everyone laughed.

　Someone yelled in the spirit network: "Teacher Lu, is your school still recruiting people?"

　"Teacher Lu, do you want overage students? Although I am one hundred and two years old, I am still young at heart."

　" Teacher Lu, can I choose my own subjects for the entrance exam? I still can't read all the characters in the league. Let me take the physical education test."

　"Teacher Lu..."

　The bright white light of the protective shield swept through the atmosphere like fish scales, and the people at the base were waiting for me. When you look up, you can see that the original blue sky and sunlight are refracted by the additional protective shield, forming flowing rainbows one after another. They fly across the sky like kites, or go and come back again.

　The several surveillance cameras at the mecha station performed their duties faithfully and sent the pictures to Lin Jingheng on the way back. He didn't know when he had stopped writing and silently stared at the base, watching them organize the mecha protective shield in a dangerous way. Until the simple protective shield was formed, people on the ground were jumping up and down like a festival.

　Zhan Lu caught the gap between the two pieces of music in his headphones and said something at every opportunity. He asked: "Sir, did you laugh?"

　"You saw it wrong." Lin Jingheng looked away expressionlessly and glanced at At this moment, he glanced at the energy fluctuation map next to the coordinates of the mecha Beijing.

　It is a palm-sized map that monitors gravity, cosmic rays, etc. in the surrounding environment in real time, and draws a complex map for computer analysis.

　Lin Jingheng has lived to this age and has spent most of his life on a combat mecha. He glanced at the shape of the energy wave diagram and suddenly had an inexplicable intuition: "Zhan Lu, cover Beijing's spiritual network, and then put "Open your scanning range to the maximum."

　"Yes," Zhan Lu said, and reported after a moment, "There is nothing unusual within the scanning radius."

　Lin Jingheng: "Use the nearest six jump points to expand the scanning radius."

　Zhan Lu reminded: "Sir, long-range scanning consumes a lot of power. Our energy is not..."

　Lin Jingheng: "Scan."

　Zhan Lu responded and passed through the jump point, and his limited line of sight immediately expanded to endless time and space. At the same time, the machine Beijing felt that a large chunk of its energy reserves had evaporated out of thin air, and sounded the alarm dissatisfied.

　The next moment, a group of silhouettes was suddenly locked by Zhan Lu, and Lin Jingheng's eyes suddenly focused - it was a ghostly mecha team, with a heavy armor as the core, and at least hundreds of fighting mechas around it, fast and silent. The ground passed by Zhan Lu's somewhat blurry vision. The pirate flag of Prince Gloria's guard was well-trained and printed on the belly of each mecha.

　"Sir," Zhan Lu quickly assessed the opponent's combat effectiveness, "They have formed a medium-sized mechanical team, armed with live ammunition, as if they are trying to search for underground channels that have leaked through the network."

　A medium-sized mechanical team, if it is in the alliance , needs to be led by someone with the rank of major general or above.

　It can destroy the Beijing β star in a few minutes.

　"Egret Star is located in a remote location and is often the connecting point of various underground channels. They blew up Egret, probably because they wanted to completely clean up the underground channels." Lin Jingheng whispered, "The other party's sailing direction is towards the underground channels close to the base."

　Lin Jingheng was at this time . He is on the underground channel of the base, and at this location, he can already connect to the base's internal network, which means that if the pirates go a little further, the internal network will enter their detection range.

　Those idiots who are still unconsciously celebrating the arrival of mechas will be exposed under the eyes of pirates.

　We can't let them go any further.

　Lin Jingheng stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand, and half-finished military survey maps were laid out in front of him. His fingers quickly passed over several of the jump points, and data on countless simulated routes popped up. He completed the path within ten seconds. After screening, he turned to Zhan Lu and told Zhan Lu: "Prepare to jump."

　"Sir," Zhan Lu said quietly, "the last backup energy source has less than 60% power left, the power system is more than half damaged, and the defense system is almost malfunctioning. This mission It is a surveying and mapping mission. In order to reduce the load, the mecha's arsenal is only equipped with three missiles and six particle cannons - you have already used one of the three missiles - you want to use a pile of scrap metal to fight the whole thing. A pirate team? I hope you will consider other options."

　Lin Jingheng turned to look at the surveillance screen.

　It was just a stream of high-energy particles. In his opinion, it was only slightly stronger than the solar storm of the eighth sun. It made these people come up with the thrilling idea of ​​uniting to resist natural and man-made disasters.

　They have no household registration or identity. They are thieves and smugglers. Even in the eighth galaxy where there are piles of garbage, they are so marginal that they are not worth mentioning.

　Perhaps for these losers, putting together three hundred mechas to fly into the sky is already an unimaginable great achievement in their lifetime.

　Under the surveillance camera, several children chased each other and ran to the administrative building, setting off a handful of homemade fireworks while chattering. They were completely unaware that the boss of the base was squatting in the underground prison next door, carelessly. Noisily passing by.

　Lin Jingheng exhaled from her nose, as if she was making a gentle mockery.

　Then he repeated word for word: "Prepare, prepare, leap, move."