Chapter 60

Lin Jingheng was not angry, he found it very interesting.

　He still remembered that half a year ago, these little cubs were like ignorant little animals, full of ridiculous ideas, growing lawlessly on the barren land. In the foreseeable future, maybe A flower will bloom that is hasty and pale, or it will wither and annihilate in the paleness.

　Unexpectedly, now he has learned to use his eyes and brain, and even five or six people ran up to him and started shouting.

　Judging from this educational achievement alone, Principal Lu's wild gangster school is much better than Wulan College.

　"So?" Lin Jingheng asked, teasing her a little, "Didn't your teacher tell you that the reason why they can live for three more months is because they still have some value as bait?"

　"But..." Mint was still about to speak, but White secretly pulled her, winking and shaking his head at her. The girl bit her lip and hesitated for a moment. Finally, she shook off his hand and walked out from among the students. She said, "No one is there." Rights define the value of another person... Don't pull me, let me finish!"

　"Don't pull her," Lin Jingheng crossed her arms in front of her chest, "You still have to have courage."

　"After the old star calendar genetic revolution, the alliance Genetic modification and human body modification projects that were not necessary for medical treatment were completely banned. Since then, human genes have not changed for hundreds of thousands of years. In the face of creation, all people are equal. "Which book may this passage come from. The excerpt from the book is not very spoken and a bit difficult to pronounce. Mint stumbled when he read from the script, "No one can decide the life or death of others."

　Lin Jingheng nodded after listening: "Yes, the life and freedom of citizens are sacred and inviolable, and politics is very correct. Enlightenment has caught up with Zhan Lu."

　Zhan Lu's voice sounded from all directions in Chongsanli: "Thank you for your praise."

　Lin Jingheng lowered her eyelashes and spread her hands towards her with a half-smile: "But little girl, although she is 'sacred' It is inviolable, but missiles can invade, quantum cannons can invade, palm-sized laser guns, button-sized biochips, and several milligrams of highly toxic alkaloids - all of them can be violated, is that true?"

　Mint: "..."

　" Should it, and whether or not it can be done are two different concepts. Everything should be looked at from the perspective of "should". Ares Feng should have suffered a disaster long ago. Do I need to deal with it myself? "Lin Jing Hengchao? Zhan Lu waved, and the freezer on the wall popped out. Several bottles of colorful low-alcohol sodas were lined up. "You can take whatever you like to drink and go play."

　There was nothing the students could do to impress Lin Jingheng. They even ventilated There is no way to report the news - from here to contact Saturday, you can only use remote communication. The core processor of remote communication is Zhanlu. Not to mention that they can't get the permission. Even if they have it, they are playing hide and seek with the pirates on Saturday. , the coordinates will be leaked if you are not careful. Who dares to take the risk of sending a message to the Self-Defense Forces?

　My temples felt like pins and needles on Saturday.

　They had just made a bad start. Their original intention was to ambush outside the jump point. Once the pirates made the jump, they would immediately launch a wave of long-range missiles to catch the opponent off guard.

　But knowing the strategy belongs to knowing the strategy, and actual operation belongs to actual operation.

　There will be strong energy fluctuations near the jump point, so whether it is a quantum cannon or a missile that hits it, there will be a certain deviation. However, the specific amount and direction of the deviation will depend on the properties of the jump point itself and the past machines. The tonnage of armor is adjusted by experience and feel... The Self-Defense Forces may have some experience and feel in playing cards, but they are far behind in playing missiles.

　Saturday had just shouted "get ready", but the overly nervous self-defense team members were already experiencing auditory hallucinations. Their hands trembled, and four or five missiles flew away at the same time. They flew away like welcome fireworks, grazing the jump point. Depend on.

　This time, the dish was ruined, and the big python was frightened by the grass, and his coordinates were also exposed.

　Although this pirate team was just a detection team, their reaction was unexpectedly quick and they immediately dispersed and organized a fierce pursuit.

　Pirates are used to wandering around outside the territory. Let alone being caught up or being shot, even if the mental network of both sides is brushed, the entire Self-Defense Force can be offline in an instant.

　On Saturday, he shouted at the communication channel: "Run!"

　Lin Jingheng usually drove the Chongsan to clean them up, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves - the Self-Defense Forces are fallen leaves.

　The self-defense team members have developed a habit. Every time they hear the word "run" on Saturday, they run like wild dogs.

　Lin Jingheng wouldn't pull them out to kill for fun, but the pirates might!

　At the same time, the pirate detection team was also surprised - because according to common sense, everyone seemed to be evenly matched, and they all drove mechas. Even if one of them ran out of energy and was forced to retreat, they would usually take turns to attack while running, and sometimes they would collide. The regular army with strong ideas will also rely on their high mental strength to confront them head-on and rob the mental network authority.

　The interstellar pirates have experienced hundreds of battles, and have never seen such a messy retreat posture. This is a lot of experience.

　The overlapping unknown energy fields here are like a maze, and the enemy forces are so... unusual.

　The pirate detection team thought too much for a moment and did not dare to catch up immediately, allowing the Self-Defense Force to successfully jump and escape from their detection range. The anti-tracking system was so sophisticated that it quickly and seamlessly covered their tracks on Saturday, and the two sides were in a stalemate again.

　The anti-tracking system has layers. At first, the two sides were going back and forth blindly. Then, the pirate detection team's superb decoding technology showed its clues. In less than an hour, the outer channel encryption was almost cracked through constant testing. .

　Saturday led them to use practical actions to practice the highest level of "confusing the fake with the real" - that is, acting in their true colors.

　At the beginning, the pirate detection team was very cautious, but the real level was there. After chasing people with their heads up and running away several times, the pirate team discovered the true level of this armed force. They caught up faster and faster, and soon Quickly switch from cautious defense to attack, turning into a big mouth in space, trying to bite the lone cub.

　The Self-Defense Forces could only keep shrinking. Just on Saturday, they were hit by a pirate's quantum cannon to cover a teammate who almost fell offline. More than 90% of the mecha's protective cover was damaged. Now they are basically running naked. He picked up a bottle of cryogenic drinking water from the supply box, took a sip, and poured the rest on his head. His blood vessels contracted sharply when exposed to the cold, and he shook his head vigorously: "Keep running like this. No way, we have to fight back."

　"How to fight back?"

　"As General Lin said, set up a trap and ambush," Saturday thought for a while, "Listen to me, according to normal thinking, they don't know the authority of the anti-tracking system. It's encrypted. He's probably tired of chasing us for so long now. He must really want to take away a mecha from us and gain access to the anti-tracking system. There's something wrong with my protective shield. I'll take this as a drop. As bait for the line, you..."

　Before he could finish his words, the communication channel was already exploding: "That won't work, what if something happens?"

　"Who will command us if you faint?"

　"The spiritual network was attacked. "If you don't make a good deal, you'll die."

　He called "stop" three times on Saturday without interrupting his subordinates' endless debate. For the first time in his life, he understood why Lin Jingheng was so unreasonable.

　There is a saying that "when too many chickens can't lay eggs, too many people make trouble." The commander is too unreasonable and must be buried alive by his opinions.

　Saturday took a deep breath and raised the tone: "Listen to me, are you done?"

　The communication channel went silent briefly.

　"Those are the scouts, they specialize in this, do you understand?" Saturday said coldly, "As time goes by, there is no system that cannot be cracked. Now we can take advantage of the opponent's unfamiliar terrain to hide and hide. After a while, , Huh? Are you going to run away? I don't mind running away. The question is where to run? We just can't survive for a month. Are you willing?"

　He thought of those three nightmares. On the same month, I got up to train before dawn, leading the Self-Defense Forces to persevere despite stumbling all the way. I thought I had tried my best, but in the end I found that I was still vulnerable. For a moment, I couldn't help but feel sad.

　The more Saturday spoke, the louder and louder he became, until he almost broke his throat.

　Sometimes people seem to be like this. They keep talking in a low voice, and their voices become softer. If there is anything that can make him relax his throat - even a quarrel with others can rekindle his tired spirit. god.

　"The anti-tracking system is a maze," Saturday slowed down and called up the route map of the anti-tracking system. "Look, there is a refraction point near the 0014 jump point closest to the opponent. We have anti-tracking system authority. You can sneak up behind them without anyone noticing. If I serve as a bait, the other party will definitely try to deprive me of my mental network, and then they will look through the information of the anti-tracking system. At this time, they will be unprepared, and you will get behind them. Concentrate your firepower - you only have one chance, you must concentrate your firepower! How many fights can you kill? Don't stay after the fight, leave immediately. Do I understand? "

　A self-defense team member asked: "What about you? You have no protective shields. "It's broken."

　"As long as you find the right moment to withdraw when the other party snatches my mental network, you can avoid getting hurt... I have succeeded in doing this several times, otherwise I would be so nervous when General Lin pulls me down from the mental network every day. "It's too weak." He said on Saturday, "General Lin said that the human-machine matching degree of the exploration team is generally around 75%. I believe what he said, and my highest value has reached 75%. By then, if you fall out of control again, , I still have a chance to regain the mental network and slip away in the chaos, can I change it to someone else - Holiday, how good is your human-machine compatibility?"

　Holiday replied in disgrace: "Now, now? 60%."

　"What's the highest?"

　Holiday let out a bel canto-like chest resonance and hummed: "...61%."

　Most of these low-level players have stable "advantages" and do not even have the possibility of extraordinary performance.

　Saturday snorted: "Then you are still talking nonsense/Batam, who is the boss!"

　At that time, the Self-Defense Force had just been formed, and Saturday was still full of chicken blood. He had many ideas and many grand plans in his heart. He once asked Lu Bixing I asked you how to get more people to follow you.

　Lu Bixing thought for a moment and answered him: "With high moral character, respect, coercion, and inducement, if you pick any one of these four, people will be willing to follow you. If you have no qualifications, no expertise, no ruthlessness, and no money, Then you can only rely on your lies to confuse people and fill them with chicken soup. First, you can fool people, and then remember that others are here to help you because they have been fooled by you, and they are not here to play "playing house with the emperor and ministers" with you. If you have anything to do, go ahead and don't hide behind like a stinky sister."

　Saturday stroked the communication equipment and took a long breath out of his chest. He said, "Let's go."

　"Target found." Pirate detection. The teams passed messages to each other.

　"Chase!"

　An escape began.

　This time, it seems that the Self-Defense Forces failed to find the jump point in time and dispersed in a large open space. The pirate monitoring team only had fifteen mechas, so naturally they would not take the initiative to separate. They quickly screened the targets and locked on Saturday: " The mecha's protective cover was severely damaged, and it is suspected that the opponent's power system was also damaged. The driving speed was lower than the average just now, and there was a certain side bend. "

　On Saturday, several thrusters were deliberately turned off, and only one side of the thruster was used to flip back and forth. He started running, "limping" and reached the maximum speed.

　In less than five minutes, the power system on one side has overheated, the noise in the cabin is getting louder and louder, and the mecha has prompted maintenance requests countless times. Saturday glanced at the anti-tracking system and found that the clumsy members of the Self-Defense Force were heading in the agreed direction. Run, this time the idiots are not dizzy, they are heading in the right direction!

　The distance between the two sides continued to shorten, and the pirate team suddenly split into two. At the same time, a missile was aimed at Saturday.

　Pilots who have truly experienced scarcity and life-and-death battles all know that every missile on a mecha is scarce and must be used on the edge, so often just firing can be fatal.

　Seeing that Saturday's lame mecha was about to be smashed into pieces, he yelled and tried his best to change course. The tremor spread from the mental network to his eardrums. The missile passed him by. Under the huge inertia, Saturday's attack went too far, causing the mecha to turn at an exaggerated angle in the air. During this delay, two teams of pirates outflanked it.

　On Saturday, he took a look at his human-machine matching ratio. At this time, it was 75%, which was his best condition.

　As soon as they got close, the pirates' mental network was overrun, and the human-machine port was immediately invaded.

　Saturday thought he was used to being disconnected, but then he realized that disconnection on the battlefield was different from drills. During drills, his vision would suddenly go dark, and he didn't even realize that he was within the range of Chongsan's mental network. I was brushed off by General Lin. It felt like being beaten while walking at night.

　But at this time, the pirates' mental power was probably not much stronger than his. When they plundered the mental network, they attacked in groups, and they were organized and continuous!

　On Saturday, he blocked one wave after another as if he was running for his life, as if countless people were beating him on the head with a hammer, knocking his matching degree from 75% to 55%.

　On Saturday, his gums were about to bleed. On the anti-tracking system, he saw his teammates approaching the agreed position, but it was not enough.

　His human-machine matching degree continued to decline, 54%, 53%... While the mental network was constantly being attacked, he had to struggle to maintain the balance of the mecha and avoid the opponent's pursuit. Suddenly, the entire mecha tilted to one side. After a while, his mental strength was no longer enough to fully control the mecha, and the human-machine matching ratio jumped to a dangerous 51%.

　Saturday yelled and disconnected the mental network on his own initiative. At the same time, the authority of the mental network was taken over by the other party, and twenty-nine self-defense force mechas appeared out of thin air behind the pirate team.

　The jagged missiles rushed in like waves and hit the pirate team. They were like small boats lifted by the waves. On Saturday, they were able to regain the authority of the spiritual network. They were not in a hurry to retreat. They opened the arsenal of missiles first. The missiles were in It roared away within a short distance and hit the fuselage of a pirate mecha. It was thrown out like an offline kite, and then exploded into ashes.

　"Hit!" The whites of Saturday's eyes were bloodshot and he roared, "Hit!"

　However, the Self-Defense Forces in charge failed to seize this opportunity and wiped out the entire pirate team. Nearly half of the missiles were ineffective attacks, and the remaining The five pirate mechas were actually still capable of fighting, and instead of running away as they had imagined, they immediately began to fight back.

　The communication channel was disturbed by a large number of nuclear explosions, and everyone's voice became intermittent. The Self-Defense Forces, who originally planned to outflank the enemy from a long distance, ran over and collided head-on with the surviving pirates. For a moment, the missiles and quantum cannons flying around, and until the end of the fight, no one could see who was who, and all strategies and tactics were wiped out, leaving only melee combat.

　The self-defense team members who had never fired a cannon before were dragged into the abyss of blood and fire in an instant, and became accustomed to the mecha arsenal in killing and being killed.

　A missile collided head-on. Saturday had no time to hide, so he subconsciously opened the protective cover... The damaged protective cover did not respond!

　In the mecha's mental network, the shape of the missile could be seen. Saturday opened his eyes wide and thought: "It's over."

　What it would be like to be shattered into pieces with a mecha was beyond Saturday's imagination, and his mind went blank.

　At this time, a small mecha rushed out of the air and blocked the missile heading towards him. Saturday's pupils shrank suddenly, the protective shield emitted a dazzling light, and then melted together with part of the fuselage. , the arsenal at the tail of the mecha sunk in, and a dazzling light was like the rising sun on the horizon, first a little, and then suddenly pierced the sky - the arsenal of the little mecha self-destructed.

　Disintegrated into nothing in the bright light.

　The fuselage shook violently, and the pirate who fired the gun was also shaken by the explosion. Saturday couldn't even see which brother it was. He was so stunned that he chased after the pirates regardless, firing three missiles in a row: "I'll kill him." "I'll kill you!"

　In the vast universe, tiny human beings risk their lives, and their fierce love and hatred can almost swallow up their bodies and souls...it's just a few small clusters of fire in the darkness.

　Prince Gloria - Ares Feng watched the battle with cold eyes as if watching a movie.

　This "madman" is not synonymous with jumping up and down all the time. His face, which is replaced by a large piece of special metal, cannot express many complex expressions. He always looks a bit numb, his voice is hoarse, and his speech rate is even a bit slow. : "Why is there energy turbulence here? Have you analyzed it clearly?"

　"Your Highness, I suspect that this is an area set up in advance. It has a very powerful anti-tracking function."

　"Very powerful?" Aresfeng intertwined the fingers of his hands. , twisted and deformed human fingers are sandwiched between metal fingers of uniform thickness, which is extremely weird. "A very powerful anti-tracking system. Doesn't it have a shielding function? Why can we still watch the live broadcast?"

　The subordinates next to him bent down and did not dare to get up. .

　"What a familiar style, what a familiar trap." Aresfon stood up and gently pulled his men's shoulders to straighten up. "We may have found the murderer of Gen Yiren."