Chapter 55

The whole playful exercise has been going on for more than four hours now, because the anti-tracking system only turned on its basic functions. Soon, everyone became familiar with it in the process of panicking.

　After becoming familiar with each other, the process of tracking and counter-tracking was skipped, and the exercise began to change from a battle of wits to a fight against each other.

　The "Self-Defense Forces Unit No. 1" he drove on Saturday was flexible, bold and careful. He indeed worked harder than everyone else. Unfortunately, the first rafter died first. After the separation of the Self-Defense Forces, many people disliked him. At this time, the remaining people in the field spontaneously formed a group to surround and suppress him.

　Saturday was a little smarter than the others, but not much smarter. In this situation, he was quickly hit by a virtual missile and had to retreat sadly. In the exercise ground, the Self-Defense Forces, which only had about 20 people, were completely wiped out. .

　This made their previous crazy slogans and drills a less convincing joke. People love jokes, so the applause and cheers in the square became even louder.

　Lin Jingheng squinted her eyes, looked at the mechas hitting each other like bumper cars in the training ground, and put out the cigarette butts.

　The one-eyed eagle shook his head: "You are indeed a smart person. Let me tell you, Lin Jingheng - otherwise, you will give up everything, fight for world peace all your life, do three things every day, and become a saint completely. Otherwise, you will... Don't worry about it, just go ahead and kill whoever you want, kill him happily, and it won't matter whether you live or die in the future - who are you who are stuck in the middle? You're beaten, but you still have a shy face and speak righteously. Why, you are so half-hearted and you still think you are weird?"

　He said this for a long time, but it was still not enough. He pointed at Lin Jingheng and said: "Shame on you!"

　Lin Jingheng said expressionlessly. Throwing away the cigarette butt: "I gave you face, didn't I?"

　The brief peace between the two could not last for an intermission. Seeing the faint smell of gunpowder again, Lin Jingheng suddenly remembered something and restrained his temper in time. The one-eyed eagle said: "Hey, let me ask you something."

　A contemptuous sneer appeared on the two-hundred-year-old face of the one-eyed eagle: "Just ask me? What am I? Zhanlu's search engine?"

　Lin Jingheng ignored it: "Have you heard of the 'Nuwa Project'?"

　The one-eyed eagle's smile suddenly froze: "What?"

　"On Beijing's β star, I asked Zhan Lu to scan his genes three times. There was no match three times." Lin Jingheng looked at the expression of the one-eyed eagle, "There is a protective device in his brain, which was accidentally damaged during the first illegal chip implantation. Zhan Lu discovered it, and I obtained his brain tissue. Genotype."

　Caught off guard, Lin Jingheng brought the tacit understanding of the two people to the table, and the One-eyed Eagle was caught off guard.

　"You have worked so hard to hide it for so many years, and suddenly you found out that I knew the secret, but you just avoided it passively. You never even came to question me about how I confirmed his life experience. Your attitude is unreasonable, Brother Lu, please I think it's more like every secret hides another secret. You're afraid that if you say too much, you'll be wrong, right?"

　The corners of the one-eyed eagle's mouth were frozen, and the unconcealed smile lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to tear apart his face, revealing it. Under the skin, there is a dark texture that has experienced hundreds of years of war.

　"You are not suitable for keeping secrets. Since you don't like the alliance's frivolous things, then I will tell you directly." Lin Jingheng lowered her voice and asked word by word, "The protection in his brain What is the device protecting? Where does it come from? Why do the brain genes and the body not match? Does he and you have anything to do with the

　Nuwa project? Jumping wildly, his hand subconsciously pressed on the laser gun on his lower back.

　Lin Jingheng had no intention of evading or giving in - this was a mecha station, and the vast mecha spiritual network was his territory, and no one could murder General Lin in the mecha group.

　The two people were in a stalemate for a long time. There was a burst of cheers from the other side of the square. The exercise was completely over. The "I'm the best in the world" team may have been named too rude and had bad luck. After struggling hard, they still couldn't escape the fate of being at the bottom. The crowd looked on. They all shouted in unison: "Disband! Disband!"

　which added a lively comedic effect to this unsightly internal fight.

　One-eyed Eagle is definitely not suitable for keeping secrets. He didn't say a word, but his series of reactions revealed everything.

　Lin Jingheng looked at him, her heart twitched hard, and nodded slowly: "Okay, I know."

　"If you still remember Lu Xin's kindness to you, if you still have a little conscience," One-eyed Ying's throat rolled for a moment, and he squeezed out a sentence, "Don't touch this matter again. It's been thirty years, and it's not in your way."

　Lin Jingheng looked at him deeply, turned to the mecha Walk outside the station.

　"Stop!" One-eyed Eagle shouted to stop him, "Also, if you don't want Lu Xin's ghost knocking on your door in the middle of the night, stop using the dirty methods of you powerful people on my son. It's disgusting."

　Lin Jingheng paused, suspecting that there was something wrong with his hearing: "What did you say?"

　"Didn't you hear that clearly? Then I'll say it again," the one-eyed eagle gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Honorable General Lin, don't keep treating others like that." They are all regarded as country bumpkins who have never seen the world. I know what you Watto scumbags who talk about freedom and civilization are. Stop using your philandering and dirty tricks on my son. Have I made it clear enough? "

　It's very clear, second only to the famous saying in the ancient proverb "How much do you need to leave my son?"

　Lin Jingheng said: "Are you sick?"

　After he finished speaking, he took a few steps and involuntarily replayed the one-eyed eagle's speech in his mind. Lin Jingheng couldn't help but feel that the response just now was not strong enough, so after ten minutes, After a few meters, he turned back and typed again: "Can you go find some medicine yourself?"

　At this time, a surveillance camera in the corner of the mecha station turned around. There were only a few people with authority, so there was no need to think about it. Know who is behind the surveillance.

　The one-eyed eagle raised his head with extra sensitivity and shouted at the surveillance camera: "What are you looking at!"

　Lin Jingheng also stared at the surveillance camera with a litigious look, shut her mouth firmly, and walked away.

　Lu Bixing sighed at Lin Jingheng who had disappeared from the surveillance camera. He turned off the video and blocked the old Persian cat with a stern eyebrow. He suspected that the one-eyed eagle and Lin Jingheng were natural enemies that had been born for generations.

　The armed reserves of the base were aroused by Lu Bixing. They each held their breath and came down from the sky. The teams that were originally joking around became tense and distinct. They were almost separated by the Chu River and Han Dynasty, and they didn't even say hello. The ground passed by.

　From that day on, the situation at the base became more and more complicated day by day.

　The anti-tracking system is adding new functions every day. At first, it simply folds the signal once. After more than ten days, the number of folds increases. A mecha shoots a signal, and after passing through the anti-tracking system, it can often be A small maze folded around, and it became increasingly difficult to get past the anti-tracking system on a technical level. The exercise was forced to move from a simple and rough bumper car movement to a tactical and strategic level.

　There are also fewer and fewer teams in the field, and the list of teams on the multimedia screen is getting shorter day by day. At first, there were nineteen teams, which could not be written in a single line, but now there is only a small section left.

　As soon as the eliminated team members land, they will be endlessly ridiculed and booed by the onlookers. They are often unwilling to leave in despair, and will join other teams the next day to seek revenge on God. After the old team is disbanded, former comrades often choose to join different teams due to differences in opinions, personal relationships, etc., and then become opponents again. The delicate relationship between these new enemies and old friends adds more variables to the exercise.

　"Alliance", "Betrayal", "Infernal Affairs" and "Counter-Infernal Affairs" are staged in turn, which is dazzling to watch.

　Faced with the constant flow of newcomers, the old men of the surviving team are constantly adapting and confirming their position in the team. Therefore, the teams participating in the exercise have formed their own organizations and rules very efficiently amid contradictions and conflicts. There are even internal hierarchies and interactions.

　High-intensity physical training every day is anti-human, but fighting against others is endless fun - especially when there are spectators to support you.

　The residents of the base were like the ancients who wanted to catch up with the World Cup despite the time difference in ancient times. They stopped watching short movies and flocked to the square at regular intervals every day to watch the live broadcast of the exercises. The quality of the audience was not high. Not only did they ridicule the losers mercilessly, but they themselves also had to fight with each other because of different opinions.

　In this atmosphere, the surviving teams have long lost the mentality of practicing. In addition to the four and a half hours of highly concentrated battles every day, they still have to get together to discuss tactics or find ways to use dirty tricks to trip up their opponents. .

　In the past, if the pilots of these two swords were disconnected once in space, they would have a concussion for a week, which would also leave an indelible psychological shadow. Now, they are struggling every day without disconnecting two or three times. Even after participating in the exercise, the four students who are responsible for recruiting people outside the field have greatly improved their human-machine compatibility with the mecha. On average, each person has increased by 15%, and they have become skilled workers in dragging drones.

　When there were only three teams left in the exercise field, Lu Bixing announced that the anti-tracking system test was completed and could be officially used, and the exercise was suspended.

　Among the three teams, the Self-Defense Forces on Saturday had the smallest number of people. From the first day of the exercise, the Self-Defense Forces were on the road to being besieged. Later, sieges became a habit, and they were also labeled as "public enemies." Everyone seemed to have a deep grudge against them. At the beginning of each exercise, the first task was to tacitly unite and beat the Self-Defense Forces out. Under such circumstances, the Self-Defense Forces actually survived until the end. They were used to being beaten, and their combat effectiveness, mobility, and The responses began to stand out, almost becoming a short and powerful "powerful team".

　The team with the largest number of people is called the "Golden Warriors". Because of the word "gold", they have attracted a large number of fans. They can account for half of the 100 mechas fielded in each exercise. The boss of the "Golden Warriors" is an unremarkable woman named Foucault. When the stinky sister was in charge of the Self-Defense Forces, she was one of the senior and official members. She rarely expressed her opinions. , she doesn't make much claims, but she is always there whenever something happens, so she is inexplicably ranked by seniority, and others always think of her.

　There is also a team called "Iron Mask Riders" - the "Iron Mask" of "The Selfless". The name is very righteous, but the moral level is very low. It is a very shameless gangster team. They were the first ones to bribe spies, dispatch traitors, and give laxatives to their competitors. There was a boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. No one remembers his name. His nickname was "Weasel." When he was young, he was a pimp who lived in the underground black market and stole chickens and dogs everywhere. Guest, now over two hundred years old, Weasel has not changed his "heroic nature" and is still a pure despicable person.

　Lin Jingheng drove Chongsan and asked Zhan Lu to cooperate with Lu Bixing. It took three days to install the anti-tracking system that had been put online in a hurry and conducted the last field test. It was operating well... even beyond Lin Jingheng's imagination.

　After this anti-tracking system is put online, once the signals sent by the base are captured and tracked, the people who are tracking them will have 300 indistinguishable forks in front of them, and the probability of finding the coordinates of the base is one in 300.

　What kind of project is this?

　If it were in Votto, the Alliance Military Commission would have to hold at least six hearings before finalizing the plan. It would take at least nearly a year after the bidding, construction, and acceptance. Before the official launch, the Military Commission would assign an approval group to organize testing, and testing would take another Tested for half a year. People are being fed, taking advantage of kickbacks, and the academic engineers who have never been on the battlefield and the frontline troops have different ideas, conflicts and frictions, and repeatedly restrict each other. Such an exquisite anti-tracking system requires two things to be successfully implemented. Years, hundreds of millions of one-system coins are not a problem.

　Lin Jingheng made the final manual check and adjusted it according to the interstellar route map. While secretly admiring it, he felt a little inexplicable pride in his heart. To him, Lu Bixing was like a rare flower. Even though it had been lost in the barren soil and had experienced countless winds and frosts that he could not detect or imagine, it eventually grew into brilliant colors on its own.

　Admiral Lin rarely gave a very high evaluation: "If we were in Silver Fortress, I would lay off the entire military industry team."

　Lu Bixing said modestly: "This is very rough and can only be used in emergencies. After using it a few times, the other party will be able to use it." We will find a way."

　Lin Jingheng stared at the anti-tracking system and quickly calculated several ambush plans in her mind, and asked casually: "What are your plans for the future?"

　"Let's start a school," Lu Bixing said, "Xinghai Academy died, I still want to do it. Not willing to do so."

　"When the peace comes, the school can be opened at any time. It's not a problem." Lin Jingheng said while calling up his personal terminal and writing on the waterway map. "Maybe after this war, the alliance will no longer be the same. The former alliance. Have you thought about where you will go in the future? If we leave the base in the future, do you want to find a relatively safe post-war shelter, or do you want to be an engineer with the army?"

　Lu Bixing said without hesitation, "I will follow you. ."

　In the past, Lin Jingheng would have heard this and not take it seriously, but suddenly, he inexplicably remembered the words the old Persian cat said in the mecha station that day, and looked up at Lu Bixing out of nowhere.

　Lu Bixing's eyes were very bright. When he met Lin Jingheng's gaze, he seemed a little nervous. He couldn't avoid looking away. The tiny light swayed slightly in his irises, almost giving off a radiant effect, and he was still reserved. He reached out and wiped it under his nose.

　His words "I will follow you" immediately created an ambiguous meaning.

　Lin Jingheng thought calmly: "Fuck/your ancestor's one-eyed eagle."

　The air seemed to start to heat up, and after a few seconds, the two of them looked away in confusion.

　In a panic, Lu Bixing casually said: "There are three teams left in the base, and there is no point in letting them fight among themselves. Let's pull them out for a field exercise tomorrow. Can you do me a favor and serve as a test?"

　Lin Jingheng barely heard what he said and agreed: "Okay."