Chapter 68

　"Zhan Lu, the spiritual network covers the entire base. In three minutes, I want to see the "panorama", including all natural and unnatural energy reactions."

　"Yes, sir." "

　Control monitoring authority, verify the basis Communication, close all computer ports, and synchronize the panorama to everyone's terminals after it is released. Divide into six groups to inventory the base. All equipment should be filed together. Base code name——" Lin Jingheng wiped his hands clean and glanced at the dry weather on the morning star. The base, his voice paused slightly, "It is tentatively designated as 'SPMF1', referred to as Base No. 1."

　Even if he gave the base a codename of "Chihuahua", the old soldiers from the Silver Fortress did not dare to question it. Zhan Lu dared not to talk about politics and spoke uprightly. He opened his mouth and said: "Sir, according to the alliance rules, the first letter of the land military base is not 'S', and..."

　Lin Jingheng pointed at him: "Panoramic view!"

　Zhan Lu is very powerful as a person. As long as there is electricity, artificial intelligence can be used for a thousand purposes. His chattering does not delay his scanning. As soon as Lin Jingheng finished speaking, there was a soft "buzz" sound, and a huge three-dimensional panoramic miniature was laid out in the void. , dense data jumped around, and at the same time, a more miniature version was transmitted to everyone's personal terminal.

　Zhan Lu also insisted on finishing his words: "...the code name of 'SPMF1' has been occupied by the Alliance Silver Fortress."

　Lin Jingheng got the panorama and was quite satisfied, so she did not get angry, but replied in a calm tone: "Fuck it Alliance Rules. "

　The members of the Anti-Black Society who were carrying out cult activities were caught off guard and quickly disarmed in front of Baiyinwei. Under Zhanlu's spiritual net, they could not hide even a needle on their bodies and were captured by the mecha car unarmed. They were cleared out one by one, like construction waste dug out by demolition forklifts.

　These people were retro and danced around like demons, and they were dressed in all kinds of clothes. They were quite unseemly. Lin Jingheng glanced at them, as if he had walked into a performance art exhibition.

　Only one of the middle-aged men stood out from the crowd with his handsomeness, and he was lucky enough to have General Lin's eyes stop on him for a moment.

　This person shouldn't be a "prophet" leader, because he quietly mingled with the crowd, and when he was dragged away by the mecha vehicle, the others didn't behave in any special way.

　Judging from his face, he must be over two hundred years old. The corners of his eyes are covered with crow's feet. His eyes are cloudy and calm, and his eyes are like looking out from a deep well. His hair is cut very short, his temples are gray, and he is wearing a fitted linen windbreaker. He didn't hang up those inexplicable bits and pieces, and the soft coat was rolled up lightly by the breeze. He was tied up by a mechanical arm of the mecha vehicle and pushed forward, hanging straight in the air, but he didn't look embarrassed.

　When he passed by Lin Jingheng, the man suddenly called out Lin Jingheng's identity: "General Lin."

　Lin Jingheng paused, and the mecha vehicle stopped immediately, the mechanical arm was raised high, and inside the vehicle, a laser gun was The muzzle of the gun was stretched out and pressed against the man's temple, warning him not to talk nonsense.

　Lin Jingheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you call me?"

　The man said politely: "General Lin Jingheng, I have seen your photos and videos before and am familiar with your appearance. Please introduce yourself. My Christian name is Huo "Pu" is a nobody from the Anti-Ukrainian Society. It's an honor to meet the real person. "

　The "Nobody" must be real, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to follow that lunatic Arisvon. After all, the main force of the Anti-Ukrainian Society is busy. Subvert other galaxies.

　"I introduced myself to your boss Ares Feng in detail. Judging from his expression, he thought I was an imposter until my death. You think I am Lin Jingheng based on my face?" Lin Jingheng rushed to the mecha. Che stretched out a hand and pressed it down in the air. Hope, who was against the gang, was put down by the robot hand. "The death of 'Lin Jingheng' was announced by Eden. Have you not heard of it?"

　Hope double He landed on his feet and staggered half a step under the rough robot hands. There was no sullen look on his face. Instead, he nodded towards the cockpit of the mecha vehicle and thanked him: "I've heard about this, but I don't think the person in front of you is just a plastic surgery." Lover. When you take over this place, Aresvon must have been completely wiped out, right? To tell you the truth, Prince Gloria is too paranoid and very difficult to control. He often acts against the organization and is so... Many people in the organization criticized him for defiling his natural body, but they finally decided to support him because of his madness and military talent. Over the years, he organized many attacks against the alliance, and he was cautious. He has rich fighting experience, not just anyone can fight with him."

　When Hope said this, he boldly raised his eyes and met Lin Jingheng's eyes.

　Presumably General Lin's eyes did not have the legendary "bastard spirit". Anyway, this middle-aged cultist was not afraid of him. Staring into Lin Jingheng's eyes, he said word by word: "The Garden of Eden is not omnipotent. , right, General Lin?"

　Lin Jingheng curled her lips noncommittally: "It's possible."

　"Nothing is omnipotent," Hope said to him in a low voice, "Including humans, since ancient times, Homo sapiens has conquered little by little. From the food chain, environment, earth, solar system, to the current eight major galaxies, time, dimension, space... almost all undomesticated animals have been exterminated by human activities, and then reshaped from genetic fragments. In the alliance, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, All natural phenomena are controlled by human beings. You are arrogant and arrogant by arrogating creation, interfering with nature, and treating yourself as an omnipotent god. General Lin, what do you think the next enemy of such a homo sapiens will be? "

　Lin Jingheng was very surprised because he had never seen such a bold lunatic who dared to preach to him after being captured!

　He was too lazy to say anything, so after hearing this nonsense, he didn't even sneer, just turned a deaf ear to it with a blank expression, and turned to leave.

　"General Lin, do you know? In ancient times, when the stupid Homo sapiens on Earth established the first city-state, they voluntarily gave up their freedom and bound themselves within high walls. Since then, for thousands of years, for The limited and worthless real estate and land within the high walls, the life-long efforts, life and death, are like the voodoos locked in the jar-these voodoos grow up, and their descendants continue to work hard, and then voluntarily give up the "freedom of spirit and thought" , gave up the "freedom of the five senses and six senses", they built the so-called "Internet", and used data to clearly see everyone's words, deeds, and background. Everyone's thoughts were submerged in the flow of data with ulterior motives. Repeated brainwashing and being irresistibly led in a certain direction is already quite dangerous, and yet you actually built the Garden of Eden! You voluntarily gave up the freedom of your soul!" Hope said loudly behind him, "General Lin, the Garden of Eden is just the beginning. What is our turn to give up next? The alliance has neither freedom nor equality. This is humankind deceiving itself! Sooner or later, this species will destroy itself!"

　Lin Jingheng kept walking.

　"Be enlightened." Hope sighed. The driver in the mecha quickly dragged the person away knowingly. Hope was tied to the robot hand and stood facing the wind. His long flaxen windbreaker made a rustling sound. The man stared straight ahead, looking like a savior who was about to be martyred. Many captured anti-gangsters around him were touched after hearing his words. The "performance artist" who was struggling and shouting just now "Everyone was quiet, some burst into tears, and some murmured "enlightenment" after Hope.

　They said: "Enlighten yourself, my brothers and compatriots, nature will bless you."

　The tiny voices gathered together like a torrent and were blown away by the wind.

　Lu Bixing arrived at Venus two days later, because the technical system of the Anti-Ukrainian Society was different from that of the Alliance. Even the model of the mecha's energy interface was different. Simply put, the charger did not match, and engineers were needed to solve it.

　Lin Jingheng is having a meeting in the newly occupied base tower. The conference room is on the fourth floor. The side facing the mecha transceiver station is entirely covered with spherical floor-to-ceiling windows, and the view is quite wide. The quartermaster of the Ninth Silver Guard reported on the next channel plan for obtaining combat readiness. Lin Jingheng said nothing, frowning while listening, and everyone was frightened by the look on his face.

　At this moment, the huge noise when the mecha entered the station penetrated the anti-noise membrane of the conference room and spread into the room, like a vague sigh. Lin Jingheng inadvertently looked up and saw an old and heavy Silver Nine. After A docked, the hatch opened, and a circus ran out from inside!

　The heroes of the "Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force" rolled out with grunts. Some of them may have never been to a planet in their lives, and they were too excited. Some jumped hard, raised their hands in the sky and screamed... and some were pouting. Lying on his back with his buttocks on the ground studying the soil.

　The solemn and rigorous atmosphere in the newly released "No. 1 Base" was ruined to nothing.

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　The quartermaster saw his tangled brows were about to knot into knots, and he shut up in a sullen voice.

　When everyone was almost down, Lu Bixing slowly slid down. I wonder if Bai Yinwei, who sent the text message back, wrote the wrong message. This person didn't look like he was here to work, he looked like he was here for vacation. He wore a very avant-garde long windbreaker, a pair of leather shoes that were somewhere between casual and serious, a slim-fitting shirt that clung to his waistline, and a sexy little stand-up collar on it, and he wore a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. The stupid big cockerel carried the bag for him.

　The other three students and a fierce one-eyed eagle were like a group of bodyguards who drove around the young master and escorted the young master to fashion week shows.

　Lu Bixing looked around for a moment. He didn't know if it was because there was a telescope on his sunglasses or something. From a distance, he locked his eyes on the conference room, grinned with white teeth, and waved to the conference room.

　The quartermaster looked at Lin Jingheng and saw that although his frown did not loosen, but the tip of his eyebrows slightly raised a little, and the corners of his mouth were flattened to the point of not smiling, so he gave a tentative "meow" sound: "...Then I will "Continue to talk about the future development trend of option two?"

　Lin Jingheng lowered his eyes and finally said: "It's unreliable. Let's talk about the next point, focus on it, be brief."

　Although it is a negative opinion, it is still an opinion, and I will accompany you like a companion. Tiger's quartermaster finally got clear instructions, almost bursting into tears, and his reporting efficiency was more than three times higher.

　By the time the meeting was over, Lu Bixing had already used an electromagnetic configurator to solve the problem of mismatch between the mecha and the base.

　"It turns out that the eighth galaxy is a smuggling concentration camp. I have seen all kinds of weird models of mechas. You know that many private mecha designers cooperate with black workshops. They are very casual. They don't care about your alliance standards or interstellar standards. They all follow I made the mecha according to my own mood, and it looks good, but some of them can't even connect to the track when they fall down." Lu Bixing held an electronic pen, rolled up his sleeves, and talked in the mecha station, "So I did. My suggestion is that if the source of your mechas and weapons is uncertain in the future, it is best to build a "protocol platform" where all ports are set to be active and can be customized."

　Turan next to him was stunned for a moment. : "This is a big project, right? How long will it take?"

　"If I do it, it won't take long. Lend me Baiyinjiu's mecha maintenance team for a week." Lu Bixing reached out and pinched the electronic pen. It turned into a spot of light in his palm and returned to the personal terminal on his wrist. "I transformed my father's mecha warehouse on Planet Gloria."

　Turan had never seen such a civilian scientist with a wild background. Shocked, he said: "Just...just this conversion plug..."

　"It's an electromagnetic configurator."

　"...Love is what it is. If it were placed in the previous Silver Fortress, the useless engineers of Silver Three would have to be gathered together first. A meeting was held, and the whole afternoon was spent discussing. A special person was assigned to organize the minutes of the meeting, which were reviewed and approved by the third guard captain, the munitions management office, and the secretariat. They were then sent to the boss. After the boss approved them, Bai Yinsan could go out with the approval document. It took three days to approve the funds and submit a report to the Military Commission, even with a broken leg." Turan held his hand with great emotion, "Three days, but you solved it in five minutes. Teacher Lu, you are so handsome. !"

　Lin Jingheng said coolly: "Okay, when the communication is restored in the future, you will be responsible for notifying Bai Yinsan and letting them commit suicide on the spot."

　Tu Lan hurriedly let go and stood at attention.

　Lin Jingheng raised her nose and said: "Captain Turan Guard, you are very familiar with the procedures. Then tell me, when did I tell you to bring those trash from the base who are making trouble for food?"

　A big black pot buckle On Turan's head, she felt that she had wronged the Eight Galaxy: "I..."

　"It's me, it's me." Lu Bixing quickly pushed his sunglasses up on his head, "I asked them to help, they were very good on Saturday Useful, and after going to the battlefield, you don't want to go back to the chaotic days before. The Self-Defense Forces have been reorganized. They want to be your extra-staff troops in the future. The elites belong to the elites. In such a big eight-system, even the Ten Silver Guards are here. You can't take it anymore, you have to train a new team."

　After hearing this, Lin Jingheng said nothing. She pretended that nothing happened just now, checked the mecha docking station modified by Lu Bixing, and left in a hurry.

　Lu Bixing poked Turan with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "What do your army engineers want to do, do you need the approval of the general?"

　Turan said half-deadly: "Yes, the Alliance Military Commission is very bureaucratic, and there are many eyes on it. In the Silver Fortress, the internal procedures cannot be completed, and even if you get it to the Military Commission, you will be beaten back by many people, and there is nothing the general can do. "

　Lin Jingheng sometimes deliberately disgusts the Military Commission, and does not even write a word of "agree" when it comes to approval. , just draw a punctuation mark - a period means approval, a question mark means a request for further refinement of the plan, an exclamation point means going back and redoing it, and a cross means "You are stupid."

　Turan complained: "There is no degree of freedom at all. The second-rate technicians of Baiyin San have so many ideas that the captain of the third guard held a bundle of approval documents every day and chased the general around. He was humiliated by him every day, and he still wished he could "Long in his personal terminal."

　Lu Bixing: "Great!"

　Yeluzi's army engineers didn't have to hold meetings or discuss with anyone. There were only four note-taking students around them, and it only took one afternoon to complete the "agreement." After the plan for the "platform" project was completed, Lu Bixing raised his invisible tail to the sky and ran to General Lin impatiently to beg for humiliation.

　The "reporting" took longer than the time he spent making plans. However, Lin Jingheng neither humiliated him nor sent him away with a punctuation mark. She listened silently to his ramble and was able to learn from these three useless things. He extracted the key points from the long speech, asked two or three questions, and then nodded: "Okay, try it first and ask if you have any questions."

　Lu Bixing stood up, and before he could take off his sunglasses, he put them on his carefully crafted hairstyle. He put his hands on Lin Jingheng's desk and smiled at him.

　Lin Jingheng had an ominous premonition in her heart.

　"It's already past dinner time," Lu Bixing said. "It's hard to land. Do you still need to take nutritional cream?"

　Lin Jingheng sighed through her nose. She felt that although Engineer Yeluzi could stand up to a team by himself, he was really too squeamish. It's terrible. It's hard to make a living. He reached out and pressed on the personal terminal, intending to recruit a logistics robot to serve the young master.

　"Don't bother. Artificial intelligence also has human rights." Lu Bixing grabbed his wrist. "General, the nearest big city from here to Daystar is only three hundred kilometers away. Let's go out to eat."