Chapter 80

There was a deformable "ice pack" in the medical cabin, which was bent into a shape like a lazy couch. Lin Jingheng was stuck in it to physically cool down, trying to make herself more awake: "Generally, there are various messages in the communication channel. The degree of damage to the protective shield is in a dynamic list. Can you find it?"

　Lu Bixing raised his head and glanced at him. Lin Jingheng probably had a fever and his eyelids were half-open. His eyes looked more scattered than usual, but he looked strangely absent. How weak, like the inherently sick vampire in ancient legends, hiding the sense of strength brought by the coffin.

　When the other party glanced over, Lu Bixing's heartbeat immediately went out of order. He quickly lowered his head and quickly downloaded the damage dynamic table of the protective shield. Without looking carefully, it was projected onto the mecha bulkhead.

　Lin Jingheng was silent for a second after reading: "...can it be reversed?"

　Lu Bixing: "..."

　The young scientist felt that he would be stupid if he continued like this for a long time, but he didn't know how to control himself. In order to prevent making mistakes while busy, he had to Trying to think about the hateful things about Lin Jingheng, he planned to pick out one or two things and use them as amulets to temporarily calm the young man's rebellious hormones. Unexpectedly, after thinking about it carefully, Lu Bixing almost suffered from a phobia of choice. Lin Jingheng's various assholes can be said to be "dazzling" and lined up to make it dizzying.

　Lu Bixing's anger, which was interrupted by the inexplicable kiss, suddenly resurfaced, and he became angrier the more he thought about it.

　Soon, his brain, which was clogged with paste, opened a path for the fire, and his work efficiency suddenly became much higher.

　Lu Bixing neatly opened a backdoor in the communication channel of the Freedom Corps, which was bombarded with violence, and connected a remote signal to it. He boldly passed through the Freedom Corps' communication network, passed through several jump points, and flew in the direction of Morning Star, intending to contact Backup.

　Unfortunately, probably due to some bad luck from Lin Jingheng, before the two-way connection could be established, the Anti-Ukrainian Society base began to release special interference.

　Although the Anti-Ukrainian Association has a weak internal defense, its technical level can defeat the Freedom Corps. The internal network of the Freedom Corps was paralyzed, and the weak signal from Lu Bixing also collapsed.

　Zhan Lu: "I fell short, sorry."

　Lu Bixing sighed: "It doesn't matter, I'll try again."

　"Hmm." Zhan Lu paused unaccustomedly, "Okay, Principal Lu - compared with mechas You are really gentle and polite, sir, who uses uncivilized language even when you lose in games."

　Although Zhan Lu is an artificial intelligence, he is also a mecha core first and foremost, and he is loyal to his master on land. After getting on the mecha, as the core of the mecha, the pilot's orders will take precedence over the master's orders - to put it simply, Lin Jingheng can't shut him up now.

　Therefore, General Lin had no choice but to remain silent and concentrate on the dynamic table at hand.

　For laymen, the damage speed and extent of damage to the protective shield are just a bunch of useless numbers. The most important thing is to know where to hide when the protective shield is about to be penetrated.

　However, for frontline personnel who often fight in wars, a little bit of clue can capture a lot of information.

　Lin Jingheng can quickly judge the firepower distribution and attack efficiency of both sides based on dynamic damage without using a computer. If he encounters a very bad commander, he can even grasp the opponent's thinking.

　At this time, he found that the Free Corps was very strange.

　The Freedom Corps are not bad, on the contrary, they are well-trained. Although they are driving small mechas, the soldiers seem to have been rehearsed. They react very quickly, advance and retreat in a controlled manner, and cooperate seamlessly. Three times Five divided by two destroyed the anti-missile defense of the Anti-Black Society base, which was shocking to see - even if Bai Yinjiu was here, he might not be able to do better.

　However, this was all before communications were cut off.

　In the space environment, everyone is driving a mecha and cannot shout to each other. Therefore, in contemporary warfare, communication jamming and counter-jamming are specialized subjects. In a real fight, it is normal for someone to interfere with communications. But this Free Corps team, whose combat level was close to that of Silver Nine, turned into a mob the moment after the communication was cut off.

　The originally orderly formation suddenly collapsed, like a group of ants that had lost their pheromones. It was very puzzling. Some mechas even started to do some unknown so-called Brownian motion. What was even more bizarre was that they still kept firing. !

　The energy fluctuations captured by Zhanlu have not changed, and the level of firepower hit by the Anti-Ukrainian Society base has dropped dramatically - that is to say, the Freedom Corps is now firing blindly in all directions... maybe there are many more. The firepower hit one of our own.

　Lin Jingheng frowned and said to Lu Bixing, "Give me the mental net."

　Lu Bixing, who was getting angry alone, gave him a cold look.

　Lin Jingheng was helpless: "Okay - let Zhan Lu unfold the mental net and try to invade the outermost mechas of the Freedom Corps."

　Lu Bixing said with a stinky face: "Zhan Lu, please unfold the mental net."

　Lin Jingheng couldn't help but Cao Cao: "Can you adapt to Zhan Lu's mental network? He..."

　Although Lu Bixing didn't talk back or look at him, his expression became even more gloomy.

　Although Lin Jingheng didn't like to talk to others, but he was able to become a general at a young age, so of course he could read people's faces, so he had to raise his hand to signal that he should shut up.

　But he was very unaccustomed to the sight that was not connected to the mental network at this time. He felt that his eyesight was completely black, as if he had handed over the reins of a galloping wild horse to someone else on the edge of the cliff... and this one was still "dressed up". "Dance" athletes, their majors are clearly inappropriate.

　Lin Jingheng endured it for a long time, but couldn't help it: "Be careful to stay hidden. If you alert the enemy, don't get entangled with the opponent. Immediately make an emergency jump to cut off the overlap of the mental network and retreat to the nearest jump point. The coordinates are..."

　Lu Bixing followed Zhan Lu's path. The mental network spread out his consciousness, and at the same time he said angrily: "General, I can't see that you are such a steady and cautious person, then who was it that just stuffed himself into the drift bottle and planned to "drift on the sea of ​​​​fire"? "

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　Lu Bixing locked on a Freedom Corps mecha that was spinning in circles and continued to sneer: "Maybe someone stole your brainwave channel and interfered with your brain."

　Lin Jingheng has only heard others talk about Fengyue . , it talks about "continuous cutting, and chaos remains". It was the first time I experienced it, and I realized that there was such an inexplicable process of "kissing and quarreling", which was completely different from what was promised!

　This made his feverish brain almost hallucinate, and he suspected that it was him who had molested Lu Bixing.

　At this moment, Lu Bixing's expression suddenly changed: "It's strange, the opponent's human-machine matching is too high."

　During the process of invading the spiritual network, once the opponent's human-machine matching is very high, and they act rashly, they will be immediately counterattacked. kill.

　Lin Jingheng was startled and stood up quickly: "Withdraw it and give me the authority!"

　"Wait a minute, the other party is not responding... I can't find the gap in the human-machine docking port." As a qualified scientific worker, Lu Bixing is extremely curious. He could genocide cats. If an accident happened, he not only did not panic, but moved forward meaningfully, whispering, "Zhan Lu, I remember correctly, the highest human-machine matching degree does not exceed 90%. Lu... Is it because my eyesight is too bad that I can't find the docking port?"

　"No," Zhan Lu said, "You read that right, Principal Lu, the other party's human-machine match is 100%."

　​​Lin Jingheng was surprised: "What? ?"

　Lu Bixing was amazed: "That's okay!"

　"It seems that the mecha pilots of the Freedom Corps are not ordinary people," Lin Jingheng said quickly. "At that time, at the space station of the Freedom Corps, "Zero Zero One" mentioned a ghost...the god-making project was to use biochips to achieve transformation. Humans, these modified people will not only evolve rapidly in a short period of time, but they can also become semi-mechanical. According to Zero Zero One, once the modified people dock with the mecha, they will become part of the fuselage and their reaction speed will be faster. Sixteen times that of humans... No wonder there is no interface gap."

　Lu Bixing couldn't understand: "No, the bones of the Silver Fortress are still cold, why are these idiots still pursuing mecha driving automation?"

　Zhan Lu interjected: "The Freedom Corps finally chased. The goal should not be automation, but an evolved human being that combines the advantages of both human and machine. However, it seems that it has not achieved its goal, and now it can only produce this kind of strange monster." "

　No wonder they are thinking about Nuwa from the Anti-Ukrainian Society. Plan." Lin Jingheng turned her eyes to the chaotic Free Corps team, "Although these four-dimensional modified people are quick to react and are not disturbed, they probably do not have the ability to think independently. They should have fixed behavior patterns under the control of the chip, and anti-terrorism will interfere. While they were communicating, they also interfered with the biochip. Now the Free Corps engineers should be repairing it urgently. Can you think of a way..."

　Lu Bixing's eyes lit up: "Decode the chip signal during their repair process and sneak in!"

　Venus Above, Huang Jingshu wore a thick isolation suit and received people who came to receive "antibodies" in the square. The Self-Defense Forces delivered a batch of "antibodies" door-to-door, but as a result, many poor people without fixed residences missed the benefits for various reasons and gathered together to protest. At this time, they were most afraid of cross-infection in large groups, so Turan had to separate Several collection points were set up in the area, and mecha vehicles were sent to block the roads, strictly restrict the flow of people, and evacuate people in batches.

　Even so, there were more people at the scene than she expected. Huang Jingshu was uncomfortable under the heavy isolation gown and had to move in place with difficulty. Several of her classmates helped at several other scattered collection points.

　They have to be busy to relieve their anxiety.

　They were the only survivors on Beijing's Beta Star, drifting in the complicated eighth galaxy, helpless. Huang Jingshu couldn't imagine what they would do without Principal Lu.

　"Take it," Huang Jingshu handed a fake antibody filled with glucose to the residents of Galaxy City who were waiting in line, repeating mechanically what she had been saying all day long, "After you get the antibody, leave as soon as possible, don't be crowded, and don't Gather in a crowded place, thank you, next one—"

　She trailed off when a commotion suddenly came from the distance. Several mechas sounded their alarms at the same time, and guards immediately came down to shout. Then, the convenient loudspeaker amplified the commotion a hundred times, and a man shouted over the siren of the mecha vehicle: "They are liars! This is not resistance at all..."

　With a "buzz" sound, the mecha vehicle emitted interference, The human voice on the loudspeaker turned into a high-pitched scream, and everyone subconsciously covered their ears, but their uneasiness was like oil falling into boiling water.

　"What did he say? What kind of liar?"

　"It's not anti-... not antibodies at all! I seemed to hear it!"

　"What? What did they send?"

　Oh no, Huang Jingshu broke into a cold sweat.

　A guard from Baiyinjiu came over quickly and whispered to her: "We are reporting to the guard captain, non-combatants should evacuate first!"

　Huang Jingshu nodded in confusion and was about to leave.

　Suddenly, one of the residents who had been queuing up stood up and said loudly: "Take the antibodies and find a pharmacy to test them, and you will know that they are just useless comfort..."

　Before he could finish his words, He was anesthetized/gunned down, and the people around him who were already in panic thought he had been beaten to death. For a moment, some people screamed and ran away, some yelled and cursed, and some tried to get through the encirclement of the mecha vehicle. Run, pointing at Huang Jingshu with eyes wide open, asking her to give an explanation...

　Some people are afraid that the world will not be chaotic: "They will not give us real antibodies at all. I advise those of you who are infected to find a place to hide as soon as possible. Don't be caught by them in the isolation ward. If you are captured, you will die immediately. They just want to find a place to treat you like garbage!"

　Huang Jingshu's heart rate jumped to 180, and she looked at the people who were in good order like a flood. The rumors spread out like a hustle and bustle blown up by the strong wind. Next to her, the guards of Baiyinjiu were pulling her away and talking to Turan through their personal terminals. Huang Jingshu vaguely heard, always The smiling Captain Turan said in a cold tone: "...Control the scene at all costs."

　"At all costs," Huang Jingshu thought blankly, "Should we silence them? Teacher Lu, what should I do?"

　Lu The teacher was far away from the galaxy and could not answer. She could only hear another voice in the crowd shouting: "The people they give antibodies to all wear isolation suits. If the antibodies are effective, why are these people so afraid?"

　"We have to explain, Tell us!"

　"They are here to kill, run!"

　At this time, a row of mechas in the distance passed through the space field and landed on the periphery of the running crowd, blocking them back. The sharp front of the mecha was like a cold spear, pointing at the sheep-like mob.

　Huang Jingshu suddenly took a step back, broke away from the Silver Nine guard who was holding her, turned around and ran to the reception desk

　just now, picked up the loudspeaker used to maintain order: "Hey!" The girl looked like an adult, at this time She was extremely nervous, but her voice couldn't help but bring out a childish tone. She raised an "antibody" and said to everyone: "The number of antibodies is very limited. Everyone wearing an isolation suit has not taken it. Since you That way, I can relax a little bit."

　After she finished speaking, she took off the isolation suit with one click before the guards could stop her. Her hair had already been wet with sweat, and her hair was hanging on her temples. The reinforcements came from some of the Silver Nine guards. They were confused by this turn of events and got out of the car to check.

　Huang Jingshu's hands were shaking, and she tried several times before she successfully put the syringe on her arm. The syringe automatically scanned and found the right injection location, sterilized it, and pushed out a tube of placebo that could neither cure the disease nor save her life. Go in.

　"Teacher Lu and the others will have a way," she thought. "If the emptiness-minded people can fly mechas to the sky and control more than two mental nets like normal people, then what else can't be done?"

　No matter what ? In any era, there are always some reckless and passionate young people who rush forward desperately while others are weighing the pros and cons.

　The syringe completed its mission, fell off her arm with a click, and the noisy crowd fell silent.

　Huang Jingshu took a deep breath: "Are you relieved? Special antibodies are not omnipotent. They will have different effects on people with different physiques. Some people will still be at risk of infection and death, and some people will even be allergic. If found If you are infected yourself, it means that the effect of the antibodies is not good for you. Go to the hospital immediately. The hospital is not a slaughterhouse! "

　"Then I say it again, those who have not received the antibodies please line up in order, and those who have received the antibodies please leave immediately. Avoid densely populated areas." Huang Jingshu kicked aside the peeling isolation gown and sat down again, "Next-"

　At this moment, there was a "rumbling" sound in the sky, and people looked up, only to see Rows of starships and mechas were seen arriving very close to the ground, flying to a base not far away, preparing to land.

　The sky was clear and people could see the eye-catching symbols on the mechas and starships.

　"There is a syringe symbol on the starship!"

　"It's from London Star. I heard that there is a big boss on London Star who seems to specialize in selling medicine."

　"Mechas are from Planet Dimension."

　"And Milas's..."

　The One-Eyed Eagle mobilized almost all the medical resources of the eighth galaxy. The huge starship landed in the base like a rainbow ship. There are complete medical laboratories and a whole team of researchers. All major planets have more or less provided supplies, and some people even came in person.

　The dying William Yu opened his eyes, and through the transparent mask of an isolation suit, he saw a face that was past middle age and full of vicissitudes of life. He did not recognize who this person was, perhaps because of the ravages of more than a hundred years of time. Maybe the Rainbow Virus had burned out his brain, maybe they had fought together before but were not destined to know each other - but he recognized a rusty copper medal in the man's hand.

　Free Alliance Army.

　Not the pirates' ridiculous so-called "free" legion, but those who had truly followed the Alliance, believed in the Alliance's Declaration of Freedom, and been tempered in blood and fire more than a hundred years ago...

　Yu William's vision suddenly blurred. An unknown... former comrade placed a bronze medal on his pillow: "We are the eighth free galaxy."

　Yu William burst into tears.

　The one-eyed eagle broke into Turan's temporary command post without saying a word: "I moved the whole research institute of that old ghost in London Star. I immediately started analyzing this mutant virus. Where is Lin Jingheng? Have you found the lair of the cult? ?"

　Lin Jingheng and the others had quietly blended into the small mecha group of the Freedom Legion. This small mecha group had different models and everything. A special code made the surrounding cyborg army ignore them. The communication channel was repaired again. At this time, the Free Corps, which had just been in chaos, restored order again and approached the anti-Ukrainian base in an orderly manner.