Chapter 65
The captain of the ninth guard, General Turan, gasped on the spot and thought to himself: "My mother, beauty has been so miserable since ancient times. What kind of luck do I have?"
She turned around and ran away, but it was a pity that when she came, The "ta-da" military boots had already exposed her, and Lin Jingheng shouted: "Stop!"
Turan stood up against the wall, thinking about it, then turned around, and kept facing the wall to think about his fault. , don't look at anything inappropriate.
Lu Bixing retracted his claws in a leisurely manner, as if the murderous aura that was coming towards him took a detour and turned into two small strands of breeze, patting his sleeves.
If he was posing like usual at this time, maybe Lin Jingheng could beat him out happily.
But the young man stood up straight and stared straight at him. His pupils were clear and sincere - so clear, almost innocent, like a child... These scientific researchers, When staring longingly at a long-awaited calculation result, his eyes are like those of a child.
And he was a little close, and Lin Jingheng could smell the young man's warm breath, full of vitality.
Lin Jingheng's breath was stuck in his throat, and he was silent for three seconds. He carefully moved half a step to avoid this palpitating life force, and with great restraint and calmness, he declined and said: "I am very grateful, but I don't have this idea, and your father doesn't like you to be too close to me. There's no need to do useless work. Let's go out first."
Turan, who was forced to listen in, suspected that he had mistaken the boss and wanted to find a genetic lock to check.
Lu Bixing blinked his eyes and didn't care at all. It was probably because he had boiled too much chicken soup and couldn't finish it. He opened his mouth and came up with a piece of nonsense that could be written into the toilet reading: "If you like a flower, you don't have to see the flower bloom. If you like a person, you don't have to see it." How can the process of pursuing love and beauty be called useless if it has to have results? This is a very beautiful process in itself, don't you think?"
Lin Jingheng didn't think so, and she was speechless. She was so gifted with good words. Finally, he showed his true colors: "You're full and you're full, get out!"
He didn't draw his gun, and it wasn't considered angry at this level. It was more like a beast cautiously retracting its claws and patting it gently with its flesh pad. When he saw it, Lu Bixing was so excited that he was photographed. He stopped when he was done. As he walked out, he greeted Turan enthusiastically: "Hello, Captain, your hair is cut very artistically. Does the mecha need any maintenance?" Come to me at any time."
Turan looked at his retreating figure with the eyes of a martyr.
Lin Jingheng felt as if someone had burned a circle around her wrist with a soldering iron, and the heat lingered for a long time. Lu Bixing had just mixed up all the melancholy in her heart, she couldn't laugh or cry, and felt a little weird.
He poured himself a glass of cold water, waved to Turan with a stiff face, and motioned for her to come over.
Turan was ordered to tidy up his appearance. Not daring to keep him waiting, he hurriedly washed his face and cut off the long hair that he had saved for several years. He hung it up to his ears and exposed his neck, except for the two curls on his forehead and temples. Reluctant to move, he still hung there, trying to muddle through.
Lin Jingheng glanced at her and felt that her image had no aesthetics, like a beetle whose tentacles had been coiled by electricity. "Tell me, how is the alliance now?"
"General," Turan suddenly lost his playful smile after hearing this question and stood still in front of him, "There is no alliance now."
Her tone was calm, When it falls on people's ears, it feels as thrilling as thunder.
Turan asked: "Where should I start?"
Lin Jingheng paused: "Silver Fortress."
Turan raised his head slightly, and then said in a calm tone that was inconsistent with her talkative style: "This year... …At the end of June last year, in the middle of the night, without any warning, the energy system of the Silver Fortress suddenly collapsed, the defense was shut down, and could not be restarted. Thousands of hyperspace heavy armor invaded the atmosphere under such circumstances, without revealing their identity or warning. Direct and indiscriminate bombing, the Silver Fortress suffered heavy losses. "
The Silver Fortress, countless elites, accumulated over a hundred generations of Wulan Academy, and run by Lin Jingheng for decades...
Turan corrected his wording: "No, it should be said that the entire army was almost wiped out. "
Although Lin Jingheng felt that he had always used the Silver Fortress and had never considered anyone else as his own except for the Silver Ten Guards, after hearing these words, the uncontrollable blood was still rushing to his head crazily.
"What's the reason?" Lin Jingheng asked in a low voice, "Is the network supervisor dead? Where is the patrol? Are you blind?"
"The energy system of Silver Fortress was invaded from the intranet, and someone planted a plant on Zhanlu's body. A chip was inserted and Zhanlu could not be activated, so they only conducted routine inspections once every two months. The authority was very high and was ignored by them. As for the patrol team-Silver Fortress, Admiral Li was able to walk and resign. An airborne wine bag and rice bag, and the rest was not allowed to be ignored, so he took it upon himself to use a group of artificial humans. The patrol that day happened to be the artificial human guards, and they were also hacked. "
The mess here is complicated, Lin Jingheng . You'll understand as soon as you hear it.
Mechas and the artificial intelligence of mecha cores are the property of the Military Commission, but artificial humans - although the principles are the same, they are just simplified versions of artificial intelligence with high productivity - were plundered by the Eden Management Committee due to their huge profits, and became Specially approved products from the Management Committee.
How much production value and profit is involved in replacing human armies with artificial humans? How many people's interests are involved? No need to think about it, you all know it is an astronomical number. Since Admiral Li is such a bullshit, how did he get to the Silver Fortress? And why did he implement the android team in Silver Fortress as soon as he took office?
Obviously, this is entirely the result of the game between the Military Commission and the Management Committee.
But they didn't expect that their fight would lead to such a big disaster.
Lin Jingheng asked in a deep voice, "This is your guess. What's the basis?"
"No, it's not my guess. It was Admiral Li who said it himself."
"Li is still alive?" Lin Jingheng was a little surprised.
He actually still has the nerve to be alive!
"Admiral Li's personal bodyguards ate the 'Xiao Zao', which used a different energy system than the Silver Fortress. They fought tooth and nail to protect him from breaking out, and out of the entire Silver Fortress, only his old man and a few personal guards escaped." Pictured Lan Yi shrugged, "But he didn't survive until now. He was kidnapped and assassinated on the way to Angel City."
Lin Jingheng frowned suddenly: "Did you do it, or did Bai Yin Shi do it?"
Bai Yin Shi also attacked. Team, but more inclined to assassinate and lurk, it is an interstellar assassin.
"Me." Turan admitted without hesitation, looking back at him calmly, like a long-blooded beetle.
"We have eaten at the Silver Fortress, used the training ground there, and dealt with the pretty boy who just graduated from the military academy. The total patrol mileage of each of us around the Silver Fortress is enough to circle the first galaxy several times. I think It makes no sense, General. The fall of the Silver Fortress was caused by that bastard Ares Li. The garrison of a hundred thousand soldiers was destroyed by his own hands. In the end, he wanted to flee to Angel City for refuge, and then became his powerful man on the wall - "No way! If you want to hold me accountable, I will accept the punishment."
Lin Jingheng waved her hands and refused to argue with her about these details.
"What is the current situation of the alliance government?"
"The government is okay, but a bit soft." Turan took a breath and continued, "Before the communication was interrupted, I heard that the alliance government abandoned Votto and moved collectively to the Angel City Fortress. Now Angel City is the temporary headquarters. , they still have soldiers in hand. After all, there are many troops stationed in the guard fortresses around the first system. Moreover, the military factory of the Military Commission is in Angel City. There is no shortage of ammunition. Old Wolfe is personally in charge. It is not a big problem. With the pirates We have to fight. Those who had some connections in the First Galaxy took refuge there - the pirates "Glory Group" entered directly from the Silver Fortress and wreaked havoc mainly in the First Galaxy." "
Where are the other people in
the First Galaxy ?" The people? That's pretty good. There are decent people in this galaxy. If the Glory Regiment wants to establish its own government and follow the Huairou route, of course it has to pamper them. But the air control is very strict. It's okay if they don't fly randomly on the airway. , life is guaranteed." Turan spread his hands, "But after the communication collapsed, Eden also collapsed... I don't know if there is any intentional element on the part of the management committee, fearing that the people will fall to interstellar pirates or something - although There is no shortage of food and clothing, but when Eden collapsed, many people died. I heard that many places set up self-help patrols to take charge of a neighborhood to prevent suicide
. If you hear it, you will probably think it is a fairy tale.
There is no shortage of food and clothing, and interstellar pirates are wooing them. How could they want to seek death and survive? The best days of the Eight Galaxy are nothing more than this.
You must know that Beijing β, one of the most prosperous planets in the eighth galaxy, could not even provide basic urban heating. For three years in the cold winter, homeless people died of cold and starvation in droves like stray cats and dogs. Not surprising. Until their family was destroyed, they had never seen how other similar people in this world lived.
But this is not hypocritical.
The entire alliance civilization is built on the Garden of Eden. Except for the eighth galaxy, people are born with the careful care of the Garden of Eden. They are like seedlings cultivated with exquisite nutrient solution in city greenhouses. They have never been exposed to the wind and sun of the outside world. Once the cover of the greenhouse is broken, it is like a domestic pet abandoned in the wilderness. Sometimes there is really no way to survive.
"But the first galaxy is okay. It's really hard to say about other places. General, you know that the major galaxies do not have military autonomy. Defense depends entirely on the Central Army stationed there. The Central Army's mecha supervision key is there. Silver Fortress, no one expected that something would happen to Silver Fortress first." Turan paused and sighed inconspicuously, "Pirates from outside the territory are making trouble in troubled waters. The Silver Fortress has lost contact, and the Central Army in many places cannot react at all. . Now it's not like ancient wars. If you lose the opportunity, you still have a chance to turn around. If your mecha can't launch, how can the anti-missile system withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the desperadoes?"
Lin Jingheng said. Pacing slowly.
Through the window, he saw the armed personnel of the base outside forming a team. Instead of going back and lying down, celebrating that they had saved a dog's life, he was still wandering around the mecha station, plotting some illegal assembly.
Lin Jingheng's throat was a little blocked, and the bloody storm between the lines of Tulan's words almost flooded the main control room.
"Pirates have different factions. The Glorious Regiment that occupied the first galaxy now wants to take the route of changing the government. Doesn't this have to win over people's hearts? They can't piss in the same pot as the crazy gang of anti-triad gangs. So after the Glorious Regiment occupied the first galaxy , it didn't take long for him to issue a statement, stating that he had drawn a clear line with other pirates, and labeled them as illegal violent/terrorist organizations." Turan briefly explained, "These extraterritorial pirates who invaded the alliance originally regarded the Glory Group. The leader of the "Martial Arts Alliance", now the alliance leader has unilaterally disbanded. They don't know if it's revenge or what, they are even more lawless and can do anything. Whoever encounters them will be unlucky. "
Although it is said that "no eggs are left intact", but It turns out that under natural disasters, the eggs of powerful people are always more dignified than ordinary eggs.
The great government comes and goes, but the great invisible class is impregnable. Even after the collapse of the alliance government, it still became the guiding spirit for newcomers.
"After you left, we monitored the movements of the six and seven galaxies. I have been taking my brothers to deliver "express delivery" between the six and seven galaxies." Turan's "express delivery" is in quotation marks, which does not sound legal and serious at first glance. Express, "The last order is from the remnants of the Central Army of the Sixth Galaxy. They ran out of the Universiade and had no use for mechas. They formed a civilian armed force with some non-military people and found a way to send us from the Seventh Star. We were escorting a batch of old heavy armor through smuggling, but when we got the shipment over, the employer was gone."
Lin Jingheng raised his eyes and looked at her.
"The garrison base where they were hiding disappeared from the waterway map - it was blown to pieces. These mechas had no choice but to take advantage of me. The pirates who occupied the Sixth Galaxy felt that the people of the Sixth Galaxy were restless, so they blocked the starry sky of the Sixth Capital. For transportation, starting from the administrative center, hundreds of land mechas were launched to play a massacre competition," Turan said, "I didn't think it was good to use other people's mechas for nothing, so I took my brothers to kill the pirates on the sixth capital planet. The base was blown up, and a lot of missiles were wasted on them. Later, they went outside the territory and couldn't find a reliable way to replenish arms and energy... Otherwise, they wouldn't be so stretched today. I'm sorry, General, blame me for taking action without permission."
Lin Jingheng didn't . Noticing her little excuse: "Are all the troops stationed in the Central Committee like this bear?"
"No." Turan hesitated and shook his head, "The ones who responded in time were all General Lu Xin's old troops, no. Knowing what method to use, he got the supervision key early."
There is no need to explain the following words in detail. Lin Jingheng naturally understands that the supervision key management program is very complicated. Anyone who can break through it must have started plotting very early, whether he wants to rebel or not. It's hard to say how.
The two were relatively silent for a while.
Turan asked: "General, is there anything to eat?"
Lin Jingheng looked up at her.
Turan said: "I haven't been to the ground for more than half a year, and I don't have enough supplies. I have been relying on nutritional injections recently, and my stomach has almost shrunk. I was in a hurry to report to you just now, and I didn't even have time to drink water."
Lin Jingheng pointed to the master . The food cabinet at the door of the control room.
Students often come here for classes and always have food on hand.
Turan cheered and didn't pick a single piece of bread. He just grabbed a piece of bread and started gobbling it down.
"The supplies outside have begun to be tight?"
"Don't mention it," Turan ate too hastily, choked, and hit his chest hard, "The pirates from outside the territory are used to it, and they rob everything. They rob while spreading the cult, and the alliance's credit currency system It collapsed together with Eden. No one has any money. You don't know what to exchange for things with others. The nutrition injection is almost gone. It's not easy to be alive to see you, General."
Lin Jingheng nodded: "Others have it . "Do you want to contact me?"
"No," Turan shook his head, "It's a mess, everyone is fighting for territory. Since I received your order, I have been monitoring the jump point and waiting for you. The terrain outside the territory is too complicated, and we can't Familiar, there are pirates guarding the waterway. If you can't get a reliable underground waterway, you don't dare to run around."
Lin Jingheng wanted to ask something else, so she opened her mouth: "Lin..."
Turan rubbed a piece of cream on the corner of his mouth and hurriedly wiped it on. Go: "Huh?"
"Nothing." Lin Jingheng's fingers lightly touched the knuckles, and he swallowed the other worries he had. It was useless to ask. The wife of the first secretary-general was in Angel City, surrounded by layers of guards. He won't show up in public, and Turan may not have heard of it. "Eat slowly, I'll give you twenty-four hours to rest, and then gather together. I need to clean up the pirates around me."
Lu Bixing drove a small mecha for maintenance. Slowly stopping at the mecha station, he just took a look inside Baiyinjiu's heavy armor and found that it was really a group of remnants of the last century. They looked bluffing from the outside. When he opened it, it was like following a history museum. Lu Bixing doubted himself. Smelled of preservatives.
It is really hard to imagine that Bai Yinjiu defeated Prince Gloria with this pile of junk.
The al-Qaeda armed forces, which had been in separate civil war for more than three months, finally shook hands with each other and made peace. On Saturday, Foucault and Weasel were quietly discussing something together.
The energy tower began to shift to the west, and the slanting light dragged the streets and alleys of the base to the ground, making it so calm that it felt like a world away.
After a short break, Bai Yinjiu wandered around, purposefully observing the details of the base. Turan was staring intently at the multimedia, watching a very old romance movie.
Opposite the mecha station, the fat lady came with a group of people, carrying pots and pans. The aroma of food filled the air outside the dry mecha station. A child jumped up and tore up last year's calendar.
Then they set out the food and drinks and placed a circle of candles in the small open space at the entrance of the mecha station.
Standing up on Saturday, his mental exhaustion gave him a slight concussion and he was swaying when walking. He took the first step to take out a dozen small notes from his pocket. Each note had a disappeared name on it. He pasted them one by one on the Candle base.