Chapter 86

"General, I have always felt that the style of the Free Legion is different from that of the other two groups of pirates," Turan said. "The group that occupied Voto is the most ambitious, while the Anti-Ukrainians are the craziest. These two Their characteristics are that once you fight against them, you will know that they are rich, well-prepared, and have long-planned plans. Their heavy armor formation is almost at the same level as the Alliance's Throat Fortress, but the Free Corps is different."

　Lin Jingheng nodded. The Freedom Corps is very chaotic in terms of management alone. When experimenting with "opium", they have to cooperate with the drug nests of small cult gangs in the eight star systems. What they do is terrible, but the quality of the personnel is like temporary workers.

　Lin Jingheng had come into contact with them twice. Whether it was "Zero One" who peed when he was frightened, or the little mecha team who became brainless when disturbed, they didn't look like serious rebel forces.

　"This kind of biochip was manufactured outside the territory and was tested in the Eighth Galaxy, so we didn't think about it at first," Turan continued, "but if we think about it carefully, one-fifth of the population of the Eighth Galaxy is empty-brained. He is suffering from disease and is extremely poor. How can he have spare money to take drugs? This should be specifically for the alliance, especially after the collapse of Eden. So... is there a possibility that some people have long known that Eden will collapse. This step has been planned a long time ago. The so-called Freedom Legion is just an extraterritorial hooligan supported by this person. "

　"The Glory Legion wants to establish an empire, and the Anti-Ukrainian Society... Regardless of whether it is in line with their doctrine, but they themselves should have this scientific research capability. , there is no need to find someone else to experiment with the chip," Lin Jingheng said softly, "So the person behind the Freedom Corps is probably an insider of the alliance. This person knows everything in advance and must be connected with one of the other two pirate forces. He might even be their internal agent. Why would he deliberately support another group of people? "

　"For money or power, it's possible." Turan said, "Opium is popular in the alliance, and it will bring unimaginable huge profits. This planner doesn't have enough voice and bargaining power, so he chooses to cooperate with the big pirates. This piece of cake is equivalent to being married. If he wants to make money as quickly as possible and have his own armed force in the troubled times, what better way than precise drug trafficking. More efficient? They are much more promising than those of us who organize people in remote areas to farm!"

　Lin Jingheng gave her a cold look.

　Turan quickly pinched his mouth and said, "I was wrong. I didn't say anything. General, don't shave my head. Everything can be discussed!"

　"One more thing," Lin Jingheng paused, then said, "Why should the Freedom Corps go? What do they want from attacking the Anti-Ukrainian Society base? By the way, has the encryption on the Anti-Ukrainian Society Ark been cracked?"

　"No," Turan spread his hands, "Teacher Lu is not here, we are in short supply of skilled workers now, General. "!"

　Lu Bixing followed the director and the others - since the eighth galaxy must be revitalized, production must be restored and social order must be restored first. The director received the support from General Lin and was so excited that he burst into tears and hid in the room crying. One night. Before the corroded muscles on his body had grown sharp, he led his team of old, weak, sick and disabled people to fight. The initial idea was to use the network of old members of the Free Alliance Army such as One-Eyed Eagle and Yu William to bring together all the members of the Eighth Galaxy. After the big planets stick together and the Free Alliance Army is disbanded, most of these people have their own forces. If they can be integrated, the social order will be easy to sort out.

　The one-eyed eagle took Yu William in one direction, and sent Lu Bixing to represent him and follow the chief. It was euphemistically called "split operations to improve efficiency," but the captain of the Turan Guards had a keen eye and had already seen through the old Persian cat's true purpose - he was just to throw out Lu Bixing, who kept running towards General Lin.

　"I don't know which monkey mountain Bai Yinsan is holding the flag for, and Teacher Lu is not here. It can't go on like this, General," Tulan said seriously, "Maybe you should be more restrained..."

　Lin Jingheng became more and more worried as the female gangster spoke. Not speaking like a human being, he immediately turned his back and said, "Why should I restrain myself!"

　"I mean temper, restrain your temper!" Turan also realized that his words sounded ambiguous and quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand, alas, General, you said You look so serious and serious, and your thoughts are really...I didn't tell you to restrain yourself from other things, I meant...you can be a little bit friendly and get the person first, and then you will I discovered that the world is full of love and fragrance..."

　Lin Jingheng turned around and looked at her with a smile on her face, feeling that Captain Turan Guard should be stuffed into a manure pit so that she could fully experience what "the world is full of love and fragrance" means.

　Captain Turan's voice became weaker and weaker, and soon he ran out of power. He turned around and ran away: "I'm going to interrogate the prisoners."

　"Wait," Lin Jingheng stopped her impatiently, "When will you be back?"

　Turan said sonorously. Answered forcefully: "Soon, I will report to you as soon as I find the clues!"

　Lin Jingheng: "...who the hell asked you?"

　Turan - the guard captain who had his tentacles cut off, realized that he was being sentimental. , covering his heart that had been stabbed to pieces, he took a look at his beautiful face at the reflective metal hatch next to him. He felt very melancholy and hurt his self-esteem. He replied with a wilted head: "We are on our way back, within a day." Lin Jingheng

　nodded and waved her hand to kneel down.

　"Who is uglier than me?" Turan thought aggrievedly and cursed in his mind as he walked, "I hope you can't get hard, you bastard."

　Lu Bixing was indeed on his way back. I gave the authority to four students and asked them to take turns driving. I found a bar to sit at, wondering what they were playing with.

　Until now, this group of Yeluzi students have always had an emergency every time they drove the mecha - either high-energy particles were flowing across the border, or they were in the middle of a war. They didn't carry any passengers, so they drove the mecha up and down like a monkey cart.

　The chief made them shake so hard that he almost vomited his stomach. The muscles in his legs corroded by the rainbow virus have not fully grown yet. He is still walking on crutches. He trudged to the operating table and happened to hear Little Glasses White talking loudly.

　White danced and said, "I think this plan is feasible. You believe me. This time, Teacher Lu will take the assessment at the end of the month. How about we submit this topic - entry-level mecha research? It's very pragmatic, right? You think, at the beginning When you learn to swim, you first carry a life preserver and then a float, and you get used to it little by little, right? When you first learn to ride a bicycle, you always need to have two training wheels on the back, right? So why is this necessary for beginners to mecha? Why is it so boring and complicated? Can't we have a "junior mecha" as a buffer?"

　Mint folded his arms in front of his chest and looked at him with caring eyes: "Master, because we are not as particular as you, and we also have "assistance" "Run, do you still need someone to breastfeed?"

　White sighed: "Mint, are you taking care of General Lin now? You will be alone for the rest of your life."

　"That stupid guy from the Self-Defense Forces without a beard. After chasing her all day long, I think you should worry about yourself." Huang Jingshu stood side by side with Mint. "I have never used so much equipment when learning to swim. A cruel father is enough."

　Everyone looked at her.

　Huang Jingshu shrugged: "My dad has keloids. Later he found out that I also had keloids. It was the first time he accepted the reality that keloids are hereditary in the family and realized that his genes were destined to be eliminated by the times. I will be a low-class person for generations to come, so I am very desperate and unable to think about it. What should I do if I have no choice but to throw me into the river?"

　White and Mint became silent, and they gradually got used to it. After intensive study and a life of wandering, he was accustomed to mechas, missiles, plagues and wars. The life before the war now seemed like a world away. When people are swept forward by the torrent, it is difficult to have time to recall the past, but the past is always there, like a needle poking into the depths of memory, gradually being wrapped in a thick cocoon, becoming painless and itchy.

　Only the fighting cock is heartless. At this time, while driving the mecha like a monkey in the sky, he interrupted and asked: "Then I am slow to learn mecha... Do I need a ruthless teaching director?"

　Huang Jingshu: "I I recommend you go to Captain Turan Guard."

　The temporary pilot was greatly frightened. The mecha almost broke into a jump point on the route. For a moment, all the speakers on the mecha warned him in unison: "Off course!"

　The commander was in a hurry . He was holding on to the mecha bulkhead, and his crutches flew away.

　The driver blushed and said rudely: "No, others will find that I only have a pale face and my singing is off-key!"

　The director finally couldn't help but interjected and said weakly: "Children, try to be more careful. Ah, the gravity field in the cabin has been shaking for half an hour. Uncle, I am too old to bear this... Don't worry, Captain Turan doesn't dare to punish you now, there is still a minor protection law."

　White jumped . Riqi: "That's right, Fighting Chicken, you still have two and a half years to practice your singing voice - come down and talk to me quickly. I want to study how to install a body sensor on the mecha!"

　According to the alliance's regulations, mecha pilots need Be at least 18 years old.

　The commander struggled to pick up the crutches and thought worriedly: "I think the driver should be over twenty-eight."

　The commander's name was Edward Hunter. He was two hundred and forty years old, half of his life wasted. A rainbow virus brought him to the brink of life and death. His whole body was visibly thin and old, showing his old age.

　Being an administrator in the eighth galaxy is not a good thing. There is no power, no fame, not to mention gray income, and you have to find a way to earn a normal salary by yourself. Those who are willing to struggle in this position, no matter what kind of bear they are, when he takes the oath When I took office, I must have had a dream and wanted to do something for this galaxy.

　Chief Edward has been dreaming for years, and occasionally wakes up from the cold wind, tossing and turning, going back and forth too many times, and being disappointed too many times. His temples have turned gray in disappointment, and he almost died quietly in disappointment.

　He thought that his miserable life would end here, but he didn't expect that God would give him a glimmer of hope.

　So like a starving man who saw half a piece of bread, he would grasp hysterically whenever there was a glimmer of hope.

　Lu Bixing was not afraid at all that his unlucky student would drive the mecha into a ditch. Chief Edward limped towards him on crutches and found that he was doing small crafts very leisurely.

　To his left was a large glass cover, and several palm-high micro-carving robots on the bar. The robots dragged a tail behind them and were connected to Lu Bixing's personal terminal. They were carving stones based on the precise modeling on the personal terminal.

　The stones were all picked up by Lu Bixing from various planets along the way. With the unique elements of each planet, they show various colors and brilliance. The relatively regular large stones are carved by small robots into exquisite buildings and landscapes, and are glued to a base. On the top, he hand-polished the small pieces into the shape of a planet and glued them into a glass cover. The glass cover was coated with layers of crystal glue, and there were dots of starlight inside, making it look like a real piece of starlight.

　Although there are robots, it also requires a lot of patience and carefulness. Chief Edward watched for a while, holding his breath involuntarily, until the little robot completed the last bit of work, turned on the small fan, and blew away the debris. At the same time, the quick-drying crystal glue also took shape. The Chief looked at the landing. Bi Xing turned over a large glass cover with a diameter of about one meter, and found that inside the glass cover was a miniature starry sky of the eighth galaxy. The stars in the distance were like diamonds, the nearby planets were shadowy, and under the glass cover were buildings and streets. In the human landscape, some stones emit little fluorescent lights, dotting it like thousands of lights, incredibly beautiful.

　Lu Bixing stretched his body and lowered his head for too long, causing his neck and back to "crack". Lu Bixing hissed, held his neck, and asked with a smile: "Commander, how are you doing, does it look good?"

　Chief Edward did not hesitate to praise: "This work of art can be entered into the Eight Galaxy Museum."

　"Ahem...is that right?" Lu Bixing I found that the director was not very good at praising people. He had been to the "Eight Galaxy Museum" on Planet Gloria before. It was like a junk disposal station - he wiped the glass cover spotless and put it in a package filled with sponges. Seal the box, and then say, "When the new galaxy museum is built another day, I will make a new one and donate it to you. This one has an owner."

　This kind of flashy and elaborate thing can be touched by normal people at a glance. The smell of wind, flowers, snow and moon. The implication of Lu Bixing's last sentence, "Come on, Bagua" is obvious. He is sitting with his big tail raised, waiting to show off to others.

　However, Chief Edward...is not a normal person in a certain way.

　He looked at the box in Lu Bixing's hand with concern for the country and the people: "When will the eighth galaxy really be like your model? Each of us should have such a picture in our hearts."

　Lu Bixing: "... ..."

　Suddenly I felt so vulgar.

　The general manager sighed again, and Lu Bixing quickly closed the lid of the gift box, then sat up straight, putting on a mournful face as if he were mourning his heir.

　Their business was not going well, which was expected from Lu Bixing's point of view.

　Commander Edward was dazzled by the spirit of the Daystar Self-Defense Force and the supportive attitude of General Lin. He was very ambitious before setting off. He always felt that this time he could really respond to a hundred people and lead everyone to a better tomorrow.

　However, the devastated reality gave him another head-on blow.

　The eighth galaxy, the "sewer" that extends in all directions, has not been rectified for more than a hundred years, let alone such a time of war and chaos?

　This is an objective fact and does not depend on the president's personal passion and dreams.

　First of all, it is a mess, full of people like the smelly elder sister who are trying to sweep away the snow in front of the door. In some places, a small-scale closed society has formed, with its own order, management, uniform distribution of materials, and can barely organize everyone to produce some things to live. Necessities - similar to the small market in Galaxy City. However, the scale of this kind of common economy is usually very small. In order to protect themselves, they are unwilling to contact the outside world. They have visited several large-scale small social groups. They all knew One-Eyed Eagle before the war. Because of their old friends and Because of the unlucky appearance of the president, everyone verbally expressed their support for the independence of the eight galaxies, but no matter how much they tried, they refused to do it.

　It is not easy to form a small country where everyone can barely survive. It is impossible for a person who has been struggling with hunger and cold for many years to think about helping his neighbors. A life of poverty and hardship eats away a person's dignity, intelligence, and compassion.

　In addition to these small independent groups, more places are in a state of anarchy and chaos. It is the real underground world. Even the natives of the eighth galaxy dare not go deep into it. It is full of thieves, robbers, and liars. , murderers and all kinds of shameless and obscene garbage - not garbage, you can't live here. If a person wants to do something serious to make a living, his skin and flesh will be stripped off by this place, and then ten thousand feet will be stepped on.

　The Director-General rambled on in a deep tone: "Before I left, I thought that we should start restoring communications in the eighth galaxy, contact these powerful friends from all over the country to form a government, first establish social order, let credit currency circulate again, and resume trade. Let everyone take charge of this place, and while they are at a stalemate, we must first find a way to develop ourselves so that we can have a foothold in the future!"

　Lu Bixing took out a snow-white ribbon from nowhere, holding one end in his mouth and the other end quickly. Wrapping it around the gift box, he agreed vaguely: "Yes."

　"The orderliness and effectiveness of society, and the credibility of government and law, in the final analysis, are all about making the people believe in us...right?" the director said in a long way, "Human beings can dominate space because of society. Without society, a person is alone. Contemporary people cannot even dominate a small forest, and society is like a big game board. It can survive because players with different roles agree on the rules. It doesn't matter even if someone wants to cheat, because the concept of "cheating" itself is also a violation of the rules. "

　The chief has been around for so many years. Although he has not become a good person, he still understands the working principles of society. Lu Bixing nodded while doing handicrafts, and sometimes echoed the words. Unexpectedly, the commander suddenly turned to him with a stern gaze: "Teacher Lu..."

　Lu Bixing said quickly: "Hey, I don't dare to take it seriously. At most, I can teach minors to disassemble mechas. You must not call them that."

　"No, no, you deserve it," Chief Edward ignored him and said eagerly, "That's what the Self-Defense Forces are called - Teacher Lu, I heard that these people in the Self-Defense Forces were just a bunch of interstellar smugglers in the past. But you went and made them as well-trained as the regular army, and even defeated Prince Gloria. I know you are a capable person."

　General Edward seemed to regard Lu Bixing as Zhuge Liang who farmed in Nanyang. This was Sangu Thatched Cottage. In his tone, Lu Bixing considered himself a technician who was not too homely. Hearing this, he really couldn't laugh or cry: "Chief, when I come out to you this time, I am a mascot representing my father. My engineering department is pretty good. If there are enough resources, I can help plan the military factory, and I can also build the communication network within the eight galaxies according to your requirements..."

　Commander Edward determined that he had reservations, and immediately calmed down and said, "Teacher Lu, if you are willing, I am willing to give up my position as the president of the Eighth Galaxy to you."

　Lu Bixing put the wrapped gift box aside and sighed with a headache: "President, I just ran a school before, and I scared away the teachers. Really. ..."

　Chief Edward immediately drew the next "big pie" for him: "Then the number one public school in the eighth galaxy will be yours in the future. Financial subsidies and government benefits will all be in accordance with the specifications of Watto's Ulan Academy. How? "Like this?"

　Lu Bixing sighed. The boss is already old. He can talk about benefits and inducements in such an unflattering way and paint the cake in such a way that it is hard to swallow. He is really not a smooth person and is not suitable to be the boss. A politician.

　He probably only has a heart that dreams of revitalizing the eight galaxies... and a team of people who would rather be torn apart by the space field than leave the crowd before the blocking fails.

　"Chief, if a person is good at brainwashing, he can use his sharp tongue to trick three or five people around him into running away with him. I am good at this. If a person is good at MLM brainwashing, he can develop a business with thousands of people. , and even an organization with tens of thousands of people, they regard his nonsense as a standard every day. I think the anti-Ukrainian prophet Hope has this ability. But if you want to manage a city, sometimes you need a little luck - the formation of the Self-Defense Forces does not work. It's not my plan, I don't have the ability, it's the result of many accidental external forces intervening. As for rebuilding the social order of a galaxy," Lu Bixing smiled bitterly, "You think too highly of me..."

　Before he could finish his words, the Chief said. His eyes dimmed instantly.

　Lu Bixing's first love was Lin Jingheng, and his second love was throwing chicken soup. The last thing he wanted to see was this kind of weathered and frustrated look. His mind became hot and he blurted out: "But no matter what you need me to do, I will do my best, through fire and water."

　"Okay! "The director slapped him on the shoulder, "I've been waiting for your words. I have actually thought of all the positions for you. You will be the wartime coordinating advisor of the eighth galaxy and the chairman of the special management committee. You have one vote to veto. "Quan, we don't want to ride in the same mecha from now on. When I'm away, you will exercise the power of the general manager."

　The young scientist and rural teacher was stunned by this list of titles. He felt that he needed a small book, so he had to get it first. The two-foot-long title was written three times silently and recited in full.

　Until they arrived at Morning Star, the commander-in-chief was still talking about his grand vision. Lu Bixing had no choice but to lie that he had a stomachache, carry heavy gifts, and even heavier hopes for the eighth galaxy, and slipped away along the path, planning to Report his new identity to his general.