Chapter 61

　The men looked at him in horror.

　Aresfon tickled his chin like a kitten, making a weird sound as the metal rubbed against his skin, and asked: "What, you can't understand?"

　The most craziest pirate leader in the universe doesn't broadcast live broadcasts of planet explosions. Sometimes, I even walk very slowly, my steps are a little staggering, and I always have to hold something on my hand. Maybe the prosthetic limb does not feel safe.

　If you cover his scary face and look at his back, he almost looks like an older, kind uncle.

　"I have spoiled Gen Yiren over the years. He is a bit crazy, but he has always been very measured in his madness." Ares Feng tapped the ground gently with his crutch. "The last place he disappeared was death. Desert, why? The terrain of the Desert of Death is complex and very dangerous. No one with a brain would go there to fight an unknown opponent. Even if he had a reason to go, he would at least send me a message, right? No, it means that in his eyes, the other party is not an opponent."

　His subordinates looked back at the group of small mechas fighting to the death with the detection team, and asked in disbelief: "Like this?"

　The Self-Defense Forces suffered heavy losses. In a moment, they had already Three or four mechas were dead without any body parts.

　People pretending to be pigs and eating tigers happen from time to time, but I have never heard of people pretending to be pigs and being eaten by tigers.

　If this was an act, it would be too realistic - could it be that these mechas are all unmanned?

　Aresfeng ignored it and said softly as if talking to himself: "Why would such a large team with heavy armor be wiped out in one fell swoop and not even a single scum left? If the opponent does not have a hyper-dimensional heavy armor team, then Yuan Yiren and the others were probably plotted first, and the other party detonated a nuclear missile depot... or a super energy source such as a jump point. But even if the jump point exploded, it was unlikely that the entire mecha team would be wiped out. But we didn't receive any alarm or distress message - that is to say, Yuan Yiren and the others chose to continue the pursuit even though they suffered heavy losses. This only shows that the other party looks extremely weak. Imagine that it is probably a small mecha team with two or three kittens."

　At this time, there was a rush of footsteps at the door, and a man walked in quickly: "Your Highness Ares, I heard about you. The men found an armed force..."

　"He is evil-hearted and cruel, do you know who I am thinking of? We have visited the Alliance many times over the years and learned from him many times." Aresfon didn't seem to see the person coming, and was still taking his time. He said to his men, "After Lin Jingheng died, didn't his Ten Silver Guards go their separate ways? These people have not moved until now. Maybe a few of them ended up in the eighth galaxy."

　He broke in . After hearing this, the people's footsteps stopped suddenly, and they stood up as if they were facing a formidable enemy: "What did you say? The Silver Ten Guards!" The

　person who came was a tall and thin man, who looked somewhere between young and middle-aged people, and was dressed like a space mecha. Out of place - this person has long hair that reaches his waist, tied into a bunch with a ribbon, and wears a lace robe with a straight collar and double breasts, and tight leggings and breeches underneath. The origin of this outfit is very old, it is said that it is from the ancient earth era. , the organic combination of gorgeous baroque style and mysterious oriental Hanfu style, can only be worn by the most rigorous retro style.

　It is rare to see retro restoration like this elsewhere, but in the "Anti-Utopian Association" there are as many as possible. Anti-Utopian societies advocate nature and retro. In order to get closer to nature, there are also many people who dress themselves up as yew trees. .

　"Good evening, Prophet Ruwa." Arisphon turned around calmly, bowed to the other party, and corrected, "I don't think this looks like one of the Ten Silver Guards, it should be just a few people. After the alliance destroyed the Great Wall, the Silver Ten Guards mutinied once. Although they soon went dormant and compromised, the alliance was used to hypocrisy and might not settle the score later. Five years later, the former elite teams were sent to remote areas and lived in various places. Normal, what do you think?"

　After Aresfeng arrived outside the territory, he defected to the Anti-Ukrainian Society. In the Anti-Ukrainian Society, "faith" leads everything, and each armed force is equipped with a "prophet" with high qualifications in the Anti-Ukrainian Society. Responsible for daily supervision and brainwashing to prevent those interstellar pirates armed with missiles from becoming addicted to modern weapons and forgetting their great mission of anti-technology.

　This "Baroque Hanfu" enthusiast is the brainwashed commander-in-chief of Prince Gloria's guard.

　After hearing this, the "Prophet" looked solemn. After thinking about it carefully, he nodded and said, "Yes, you are right. We have been in the country for such a long time. If it is really one of the Ten Silver Guards, probably the entire Eighth Galaxy." They will all be lifted up, and they will not hide their heads and tails like this - Your Highness Ares, what are you going to do?"

　Prince Gloria raised his eyebrows, and his kind face showed blood: "Of course, blow them up."

　The prophet paused, remembering the old madman's unfortunate incident of blowing up three planets in a row. His temples were throbbing with pain, and he quickly said: "No, the higher ups are very concerned about the missing Silver Ten Guards. If your inference is accurate, this This may be our only chance to get information, we must stay alive!"

　Ares Feng licked his lips and said nothing.

　As soon as the prophet looked at his face, he knew that talking to this guy about the "big picture" was playing harp to an ox. He was like a hunter who was afraid that a mad dog would chew up the animal's hide. He waved his hand involuntarily: "You stay here, you don't need to interfere in this matter." , I will bring someone to meet them!"

　Aresfeng stopped smiling and looked at the prophet coldly: "What do you mean?"

　"I'm not taking your credit, we are one," the prophet said in a tone He softly patted Prince Gloria on the shoulder sincerely, "Before, when you wanted to take revenge, the organization felt that your methods were too drastic. It was me who took the pressure off for you, because I understand you, and now you also understand me, okay?" If I miss important information, I can't explain it, brother!"

　Aresfeng looked at him for a moment, his eyes softened slightly, and he reluctantly touched him with the back of his fist: "Brother."

　The prophet smiled . , the god muttered: "For life and nature."

　Aresfon looked gloomy, and followed him with a pout: "... life and nature."

　After the prophet fooled him, he turned around and left in a hurry. He clicked his own soldiers, fearing that if he was one step too late, the Ten Silver Guards he had obtained would fly away.

　Hearing that the prophet had taken his team to leave Hong Kong, Aresfeng showed a strange smile on his "unwilling" face and asked the subordinates next to him: "I heard that these idiots who engage in cults gather together to meditate all day long. , is it actually just gathering people to take drugs?"

　His subordinate said in his ear: "Yes, it is said to help them concentrate and return to the truth."

　"No wonder, their brains are like sponges." Aresfeng laughed softly, "Since the 'sacrifice' has been put in place voluntarily, let them catch a big fish and see who the other party is. Let's close the net."

　Lu Bixing came to his senses after receiving Foucault's communication request.

　It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and the old year passed in chaos. Through the spiritual net, he saw Chongsan standing near and far from him. The huge heavy armor was particularly conspicuous to the surrounding people. For a small mecha, Chongsan is almost like a small planet that can take shelter from the wind.

　Lu Bixing was sure that Lin must have heard what he was about to say. He closed his eyes and recalled carefully. When he was interrupted by an alarm in mid-sentence, Lin held him down and pondered. The man's expression was somewhat trying to force himself to be calm. , there seems to be a little panic in it.

　Panic...what kind of reaction is this?

　Lu Bixing once firmly believed that Lin Jingheng had a crush on him, but maybe the road ahead was too dangerous, or maybe the chicken soup was poured out to others in different ways. He was a little hollowed out and suddenly became uncertain.

　An idea that had disappeared for a long time came back to life. Lu Bixing thought: "Am I being too sentimental? This is a bit embarrassing."

　Lu Bixing rubbed his face vigorously, as if trying to wipe away the embarrassment on his face, and received the communication request: "Hey, I'm here."

　Foucault's face jumped on his communication screen. The woman was not over two hundred years old. She doesn't look old, but she doesn't feel young anymore. The fresh skin can't resist the passage of time. She has a pair of pupils full of wrinkles.

　"You didn't arrange the transfer of residents in the base," Foucault said, "do you believe that we can stop this wave of pirates?"

　"I really want to answer you 'yes'," Lu Bixing gave her a wry smile, "but say You don't believe it, do you?"

　"Sister, you're already this old, please be more serious with me and don't use words to fool those young people on Saturday," Foucault curled his eyes and showed some gentle smile lines, but this The stingy smile disappeared immediately, and she said, "The population of the base is less than 10 million, which is too much. I did the math. We don't have starships. With all the mechas and the pile of shabby merchant ships added together, we can It's already good to transport a quarter of the people. The pirates probably won't give us a chance to run back and forth, so most of the remaining people will definitely be left behind, right?"

　Lu Bixing sighed, and the young man focused on his dream. When fighting with others, only such an old Jianghu would calmly count his family fortune: "Sister Foucault, your estimate is very accurate."

　Foucault asked: "So you just didn't mention it because you thought it was too cruel. " No.

　" Lu Bixing shook his head.

　At this time, he suddenly didn't look like that "Teacher Lu". "Teacher Lu" was a role model to others, always optimistic and cheerful, always holding a pot of chicken soup, ready to spray holy light on every "underachiever" and fool them. They "teachers believe you have the potential to reach the top of your life."

　At this time, Lu Bixing was so objective that he was even a little indifferent. He was silent for a moment and then said, "The pirates came so fast. It's too late to make up lies at this time. As long as one person realizes the problem you said, the base will be finished. No one will If you can control the situation, you don't have to wait for the interstellar pirates, they can destroy themselves... Spencer should have also considered this issue, so those merchant ships were left there without even routine maintenance. He had known that this was a dead end. "

　Spencer is a smart man, sometimes too smart... let's not talk about him." Foucault said seriously, "I don't think there can be only one wave of interstellar pirates. If the pathfinder fails, there will be a big one immediately." The troops are here. I have been to the foreign black markets many times and have a little understanding of them. Teacher Lu, when we face interstellar pirates, it is basically a dead end. Teacher Lu, you made the choice for us. You can't tell us how we should save our lives when we get to the front line later."

　Lu Bixing gave her a meaningful look: "Sister, have you discussed it with Weasel?"

　As soon as he finished speaking, Weasel came in through the communication channel. : "Teacher Lu, you built the anti-tracking system by yourself. No one is more familiar with it than you. We all listen to you."

　Lu Bixing paused: "Unconditional obedience?"

　Weasel and Foucault were forced to join forces under the crisis. They looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

　"I need you to listen to General Lin's deployment when the time comes," Lu Bixing said. "No matter whether his order is reasonable or not, don't question him. Just execute it as quickly as possible. He may not be able to save each of you, but he will try his best to

　Weasel hesitated and rubbed his hands: "Well... Teacher Lu, this may not be the right thing to say, but General Lin... General, a powerful figure in Watto, he is really ... ...It really doesn't seem like someone who cares about our life and death..."

　"He comes out with you just because he treats you as his soldiers." Lu Bixing said lightly, "No matter whether he is enthusiastic, indifferent or anti-social, a person who doesn't care A person with a low soldier casualty rate may become a death captain, but it is unlikely that he will become an alliance general, let alone a record. I think this idea is very logical, right?"

　Weasel and Foucault were instantly killed. His objectivity convinced.

　"But the casualty rate is the casualty rate. For you, the aircraft destruction is almost 100% casualty. The missile has no eyes, so be careful." Lu Bixing opened the route map, "The jump point ahead is the last jump point. Get ready. "

　Ten sailing days away from the base, the last pirate mecha was shot down.

　Saturday couldn't dodge, and was hit by fragments of the mecha flying by. The outer wall of the mecha made a heartbreaking sound. He poked at the core of the cabin blankly, listening to the endless mechanical sounds of the mecha. Report the extent of damage.

　"The Self-Defense Forces..." Saturday's voice was hoarse and unpretentious, "The Self-Defense Forces all reported according to the mecha number."

　This reporting method is commonly used by regular troops. Lu Bixing has only taught it once and has not yet used it in practice. Pass - if no one in front of you answers, the person behind you will wait for ten seconds...and then speak for him.

　"Self-Defense Forces Unit No. 1, I am on Saturday. The protective cover is damaged, the power system damage rate is 60%, the missile is empty, and the energy to support the particle cannon is insufficient."

　After he finished speaking, no one answered, and the communication channel was silent. .

　Saturday realized something, and his heart twitched hard.

　Those ten seconds stretched to an infinite length.

　It seems like a lifetime has passed.

　A slight noise came from the communication channel, and a self-defense team member stumbled and spoke: "SDF No. 3 unit, luckily it only has scratches, and there are still two missiles... I am reporting on behalf of... I am reporting on behalf of "Unit No. 2" Count, Unit 2, are you still there? "

　The Self-Defense Forces, who were reporting in this way for the first time, were not familiar with the rules and still had low expectations. However, as time passed, there was no answer from Unit 2. The self-defense team members had no choice but to continue in a hoarse voice: "The No. 2 machine has been shot down, and the comrades are on vacation...the whereabouts are unknown."

　They do not have the great Eden technology, and everyone who is shattered with the mecha can only get a "whereabouts" "Unclear" conclusion.

　"Unit No. 6 reports on behalf of Unit 5..."

　"Unit No. 11 reports on behalf of Unit 10..."

　There are thirty members of the Self-Defense Force. After one battle, twelve mechas were damaged, shrinking by nearly half. But the living people, hanging among the stars, have no time to grieve.

　Saturday: "Send a letter to the base liaison station, saying that the pirate team has been defeated, we guarantee..."

　"Saturday!" A self-defense team member suddenly interrupted him, "Look at the surveillance of the anti-tracking system, look!"

　Zhou Liu suddenly turned around, and on the small screen, a group of light spots representing mechas were pouring towards them, quickly filling up a corner of the screen - endlessly, with no beginning or end in sight.

　When they traveled through mountains and rivers and knelt at the feet of fate exhausted, fate did not look good on them.

　The large-scale pirate army has finally arrived.

　The Self-Defense Forces' communication channel was completely silent.

　For a moment, Saturday recalled his previous heroic words - he would rather fight and die than live in an ignoble way - and he felt as if it was a lifetime ago.

　"Weird," he asked himself inexplicably, "Why would I think that?"

　Then Saturday cleared his throat: "The Self-Defense Forces have eighteen mechas left, eight of which are still combat-effective, and a total of eleven missiles left. There are still four particle cannon muzzles available. According to our previous play style, it is only enough to fire one round of cannons... The food is endless and the ammunition is running out. There is no point in hiding in the anti-tracking system to fight guerrillas now. We can either fight head on. , or retreat."

　The shadow of the forward pirate mecha can already be seen.

　"But I still..." Saturday's voice was trembling, and he paused for a very long ellipsis. He continued, "I still feel unwilling to accept it. I want to try again and live like a human for a few seconds. The anti-tracking system is the most After the outer encryption is cracked, the opponent can continue to move in. Since the Self-Defense Forces are the vanguard, they must at least pass me before they can continue to move in. What do you think?"

　Speaking of this, Saturday gritted his teeth and said, Without waiting for the team members to answer, Wu Zi continued: "The weapons depot and protective shield of Unit 1 are no longer usable. I will be your shield. The current jump point closest to us is Port 0023. The encryption has not been cracked. After the final battle, Those who fired the missile can withdraw from that side, and the others...the others can do whatever they want."

　Saturday said, stepping out of the crowd. The small oval mecha was mottled all over, with only the power propeller on one side shining like darkness. The fire inside, against the wind, refused to be extinguished.

　Immediately afterwards, a similarly shabby mecha followed him, then the second, and the third...

　Within five minutes, none of the ten mechas that had emptied their weapon arsenals were left behind, and they all followed him. He went out.

　Saturday had mixed feelings. At this point, he had nothing to say. He sent the coordinates and directions to all his teammate mechas and set off.

　The pirates advanced very fast. At first it was just a small light spot on the anti-monitoring system, and then the shadow of the mecha appeared on the surveillance system. Before the pirate mecha team arrived, the energy reaction like a mountain roar and a tsunami was already rushing towards them.

　Later, the opponent's fuselage could already be seen in the missile's long-range sight.

　There are no small mechas in this group of pirates, the vanguard is also a medium-sized combat mecha, and several heavy armors are the final showpiece of the Chinese army.

　When they faced each other from a distance, the missile-locked alarm sounded on the mechas of everyone in the Self-Defense Force.

　Saturday suddenly accelerated and swooped towards the opponent like a moth - when they were blown to pieces, it would obscure the opponent's sight, generate a large amount of energy disturbance, and interfere with the opponent's anti-missile system. Eleven missiles and missiles behind them The only four remaining particle cannons can be fired at once, even if they can only shoot down a pirate mecha...

　This is a bit ridiculous, because since ancient times, only the treasures of heaven and earth have been surrounded by fierce beasts.

　Would someone fight to the death to protect a base like a sewer that breeds rats?

　What's the point?

　The other party suddenly opened fire.

　On Saturday, I extended my five senses and six senses along the spiritual network infinitely, and felt the vastness of the burial place.

　Suddenly, the mecha's siren stopped.

　Saturday wondered blankly: "Have I been hit?"

　However, when he opened his eyes, he found that a dazzling light exploded in front of his eyes. A sudden wave of missiles collided with the pirates, barely blocking the deadly wave of missiles. not far in front of them.

　Immediately, countless small mechas opened a huge protective shield, just like the time they resisted the high-energy particle flow, blocking the aftermath and debris of the explosion at the periphery.

　At the same time, Lin Jingheng's calm voice came from the communication channel.

　"The damage rate of the patrol is too high. We withdraw from exit 0023."

　Saturday's eyes suddenly turned red.

　Chong San's acceleration was astonishingly fast. Before the patrol had time to obey the order and withdraw, Zhan Lu's mental net had already swept to the edge of the opponent's forward. The pirate forward's mental net fell like wheat. Lin Jingheng did not stop and did not wait for their attack. The backup pilot tried to retake the mental network and automatically withdrew. The rapidly advancing pirate vanguard inevitably stalled, and at the same time, the base armed forces opened fire.

　Although the base's missile hit rate was low, fortunately the opponent's target was large and Lin Jing stabilized it. This wave of missiles exploded in brilliant colors.

　At the same time, Chong Sanli received a communication request from the enemy.

　Zhan Lu: "Sir, the pirates want to talk to you..."

　Lin Jingheng interrupted him: "If you don't want to chat with me, retreat!"

　The base's uneven armed team always retreats better than attacks. Lin Jingheng gave the order, and everyone started to counterattack. Under the cover of the tracking system, they disappeared en masse, like a school of fish entering the sea.

　The prophet of the anti-triad group angrily pounded the table: "Scan the jump points that the detection team has decoded just now, blow them up one by one, and violently push away their hidden gadget!"

　"Who is that..." Lin Jingheng said, "It's still Wednesday. It's Friday, give me your mental network permissions."

　Being forced to work on Saturday, he didn't dare to argue and quickly gave up the permissions, for fear that General Lin would use violent means.

　The path where Self-Defense Force Unit 1 had just fought with the pirate detection team immediately appeared on Chongsan.

　Lin Jingheng glanced at him: "Prepare to jump to port 0078. Turn off the missiles and use particle cannons."

　The pirate team moved towards their known jump point like a bulldozer. Following the prophet's order, dozens of missiles swarmed towards At that jump point, the huge energy almost caused a chain reaction in the surroundings, and part of the anti-tracking system channel was instantly exposed.

　However, at the same time, there was an explosion, and the base armed forces suddenly detoured to the pirate flank, emerged from an encrypted jump point, and opened fire without saying a word.

　Hundreds of high-energy particle cannons form a wave of high-energy particle flow. Unlike nuclear missiles, particle cannons are much less affected by energy disturbances, and even a bunch of mallets can hit them accurately.

　The pirate's flanks were like broken flowers and willows blown by the strong wind, and were instantly overturned.

　But before they had time to react, the attacker sank into the anti-tracking system again.

　This is guerrilla.

　In the communication channel of the base's armed forces, the gangsters, who had never been so majestic before, burst into cheers and talked about the two exciting and effective attacks just now.

　Unexpectedly, the next moment, everyone's mechas heard an alarm that they were locked by missiles.

　Lin Jingheng said coldly: "Have you ever learned the rules of communication terminology? I will knock down anyone who makes unnecessary noise again."

　You can hear the needle drop on the communication channel.

　Lu Bixing covered his face and thought: "It's embarrassing to be embarrassed!"

　Anyway, at this point, no matter whether the beginning of this story was because of his own sentimentality, he no longer wanted to let go.