Chapter 108

"What's the situation?" Turan said inexplicably, "General, are these the reinforcements you brought?"

　Before Lin Jingheng could answer, she denied the conjecture: "Oh, he looks very rich. Definitely not."

　"Tulan," Lin Jingheng said, "You lost your voice for half of the performance, and there was an intermission?"

　Turan: "..."

　Lin Jingheng: "Ignore them!"

　They are chasing behind, and Unidentified armed forces who were newly added to the battle blocked the front. The Anti-Ukrainian Union was hit by a bomb during the retreat. Unfortunately, the command ship was shattered into pieces. The remaining rabble lost its organization like headless chickens and was overtaken by the Eight Galaxy Self-Defense Forces from behind. , shot down one by one.

　An anti-Ukrainian mecha in a panic broke away from the group, trying to narrow its target. Before he could escape in the chaos, Zhan Lu's mental network swept over, and the pilot went offline without saying a word. The backup pilot quickly They swarmed forward, desperately trying to recapture the mental net, but Lin Jingheng directly used the mental net to turn on the broadcast on the mecha: "Be a prisoner or do you want to die?"

　Several backup pilots were stunned for a second, and then made it clear with actual actions - they chose die.

　Outside the territory, beyond the reach of human civilization, every planet there is not a habitable planet. These believers in nature can only live in cold man-made bases, exiled from the ocean and green land, facing the vast and unknown world. The universe according to.

　People who have never truly struggled with faith and the universe will not understand their hysterical madness.

　Lin Jingheng helped them quickly. When they counterattacked the spiritual network, he remotely turned on the powerful air pressure device on the mecha. Within a few seconds, all the air in the mecha could be drained. Several people who would rather die than surrender The hero suddenly became a corpse with exploded eyeballs and a miserable death state, and the mecha was quickly captured by Zhong San.

　After the new armed forces joined the battle, in just a few moments, the Anti-Ukrainian Union was almost completely wiped out, and the remaining defeated troops were wiped out. The Eight Galaxy Self-Defense Forces ran into unknown armed forces head-on.

　The heavy armor of time and space on the opposite side is so gorgeous that it can blind people's eyes. Comparing the two sides, the Eight Galaxy side looks like a gang of beggars.

　Neither of the two parties said anything first, and it was just a stalemate.

　"Sir," Zhan Lu said, "there are no "gaps" in the human-machine interface of some of the opponent's mechas. The human-machine matching is 100%. The pilots are either artificial intelligence or chip-modified people."

　Is it the Pirate Freedom Corps?

　Lin Jingheng's doubts became more and more serious. He remembered for no reason the man-made space station that sold "opium" that he had seized near Gloria Star.

　Turan tried to send a communication request to the other party, but it came to nothing and the other party did not answer.

　Subsequently, this mysteriously armed team was divided into two, with the rear team becoming the front team. The leading mechas slowly withdrew from this passage, and under the eyes of Lin Jingheng and the others, they passed through the nearest jump point at a constant speed. Just like that, the remaining mechas remained in place motionless, staring at each other with the Eight Galaxy Self-Defense Forces.

　Turan: "Is this the space version of the 'One, Two, Three Wooden Man'? I think... how about hitting them lightly?"

　Lin Jingheng acquiesced to the violent man's suggestion, so Turan put the "gently" A high-energy particle cannon blasted towards the front mecha.

　However, as this high-energy particle cannon was eliminated on the protective shield, something even stranger happened - these motionless mechas suddenly collectively handed over their mental network authority!

　From the perspective of the spiritual network, it is like a gust of wind blowing and a candle gradually extinguished.

　A vanguard of the Self-Defense Forces stepped forward carefully, took over the mental network of one of the mechas, and peered into these weird mechas: "Sir, the mechas are performing well and have a full weapons arsenal."

　Turan asked, "Where is the pilot? ?"

　Pioneer replied: "There are no signs of life in the mecha."

　Zhan Lu interjected: "There is no artificial intelligence to communicate with."

　Turan got goosebumps: "Then who was the one who turned on the mecha just now, ghost?"

　The person who turned on the mecha was indeed a ghost - it took them more than ten hours. The Self-Defense Forces and the engineering team spared no effort. They even released Lu Bixing, who was locked up in the small black room, and carefully opened it like a bomb/explosive. Fifty brand new and high-performance hyperspace heavy armors were dismantled, and a corpse was found on each heavy armor. When the corpses were pulled out, they were all in the same posture leaning against the wall. They died standing up. The cause of death unknown.

　It's like in ancient stories about monsters, where the souls were collectively taken away in an instant.

　There is a biochip on the back of each corpse's neck. The chip is very similar to "opium", but there are subtle differences. When it is taken out, the chip has been completely inactivated and cannot be detected.

　As for the mecha's weapons arsenal, as the pioneers who first landed said, except for a little bit used up by the bombing of the Anti-Ukrainian Union just now, it was almost fully loaded.

　What is the concept of fully loaded heavy armor?

　Back then, Lin Jingheng robbed Sister Stinky's two spare supply warehouses. For safety reasons, she loaded all the important military supplies into a heavy three, which was barely full.

　Turan felt like she was in a dream. One day ago, she thought she was unlucky this time and would lose more than a dozen small mechas that were being repaired and could not take off. She was heartbroken. A day later, she felt as if she had won five million. , an elite super-space heavy armor regiment descended from the sky and launched!

　These fifty heavy armors are very new, and their technical content is far beyond the level of Lin Jingheng's old heavy armor. It can be said that compared to the Alliance Zhanlu back then, it only lacks an intelligent mecha core - the heavy armor It is true that they usually come with artificial intelligence, but these mechas have a strange origin. If there is artificial intelligence, Lin Jingheng and the others may not dare to use it with confidence.

　Since the Eighth Galaxy currently does not have the ability to produce heavy armor, their existing heavy armor was seized through various channels. The pile of shabby junk at home is not as luxurious as this lineup.

　The Pirate Freedom Corps, they were like a bunch of clowns at first. They got a bunch of broken mechas from nowhere. The quality and appearance were uneven. When they expanded their business in the eighth galaxy, they also followed non-mainstream cults like Poison Nest. The organizational cooperation is particularly low-grade. Compared with the other two major pirate forces, it is almost like a patchwork team.

　But every time we meet, the equipment of the Freedom Corps will move up a level. What is behind this leap-forward development is really creepy when you think about it.

　From the beginning of the war to now, just over a year ago, to what extent has opium become rampant within the alliance, so that the drug lord behind the scenes can make money like a nuclear explosion?

　"The space station was taken down before, but now it's all for nothing." Lu Bixing came up to him with interest, shamelessly pretending to have forgotten that Lin Jingheng was having a cold war with him, and asked without saying anything, "This mysterious The character is very interesting, isn't he someone who has a crush on you? Do you know who he is?"

　Lin Jingheng shook his head slowly, thinking of Laura Gordon.

　The drug lord behind the opium must be someone who has a very close relationship with Laura... and himself, and there are not many such people.

　Lin Jingheng was in the Alliance, and most of his daily contacts were with the top brass of the Military Commission. If it were one of them, he would definitely be able to find a way to get some equipment from the Alliance's arsenal, so that the Freedom Corps wouldn't be so shabby in the first place.

　As for Laura...as the person in charge of the White Tower, she nominally belongs to the Management Committee.

　As for Lin Jingheng and the Management Committee, there has never been much talk, and the only contact is...

　Lu Bixing noticed that his expression was wrong, and was afraid that he would think too much, so he wanted to make a joke to bring the topic away. He put his hand on Lin Jingheng's shoulder, moved his hands and fingers to tease his hair and chin, and said in his ear: "General, you look serious, and you are quite capable of flirting with women. Should you give me one..."

　Lin Jingheng grabbed his wrist.

　Lu Bixing was stunned for a moment. Lin Jingheng's fingers seemed to be embedded in his bones. There was no expression on his face, but his lowered gaze made people inexplicably uneasy. It was as if someone had whipped his soul hard through the body. .

　Lu Bixing: "Lin, what's wrong?"

　When One-Eyed Eagle and Yu William went to contact old comrades in various parts of the eight systems, they were betrayed by an old friend and let the Free Corps, who had a grudge because of the opium robbery, pursue them all the way.

　The One-Eyed Eagle once said that he and the traitor had a life-and-death friendship, and that they once drifted in the same space mecha for more than fifty days... At that time, he mocked the One-Eyed Eagle and uttered arrogant words, saying that even if they lived together in the same womb, It doesn't explain anything.

　He said it so coldly, so decisively, like he had no regrets.

　"I only have you." Lin Jingheng squeezed Lu Bixing's well-joined wrist, as if holding a life-saving straw.

　At the Eden Experimental Base, the Yang brothers bid farewell to Lin Jingshu.

　"We didn't expect that the news would fall into the hands of the Glorious Legion first, and they would use such despicable means." Poisson Yang said, "Since everyone knows about General Lin in the eighth galaxy, our backup There is no point in the center anymore. We plan to meet up with Bai Yin San as soon as possible and rush there."

　Unexpectedly, Lin Jingshu did not force them to stay, nor did she mean to embarrass them, and even prepared supplies for them along the way.

　"I have a camouflaged mecha here. The eight major galaxies are in chaos now. Be careful on the road. I heard that you are a logistics and technical department. You shouldn't have to rush to the front line in a war, right? So walk slowly if you encounter a military blockade. Just take a detour, safety first." After Lin Jingshu told her, she paused for a moment and then said, "My brother has never done those things. I know he will be fine."

　After saying these two sentences, the twins almost lost their doubts about her. Broken up.

　"Yeah," Thomas Yang reluctantly smiled at her, "it's an insult to associate General Lin's name with the pirate president, but some people deliberately frame it, and some people just follow the wind. Miss Lin, the alliance is very important now. It's dangerous. Are you really not going with us? There is a mole in Angel City Fortress, and you will be in danger."

　Lin Jingshu shook her head and repeated word for word: "Didn't I say it will be fine. "

　The Yang brothers tried to persuade her again and again, but Lin Jingshu refused. In desperation, she had no choice but to leave on her own.

　Just as they left, a remote reply came from the Silver First Guard, which was closest to the First Galaxy.

　"What did you say?" Lin Jingshu asked.

　"There is no important information," a man in a white coat said to her, "I just reported my coordinates, saying that I was rushing to the Eighth Galaxy. The original words were, 'We were ordered by the general to avoid the Little Hummingbird Fortress. We stopped at... ...'"

　"Little Hummingbird Fortress," Lin Jingshu interrupted him, "It's that one...what's that one's name?"

　"General Yerif, Lu Xin's old subordinate, some say he has always had a grudge against the alliance."

　"Oh. , Very good, then let him." Lin Jingshu lowered her head, as if ordering a random dish, "Lu Xin's old department, his position during the war was subtle, even my brother had doubts, perfect. Whether it is him or not, let him Let's use it as a fuse for lighting."

　The white coat looked at her carefully: "Madam, if he is innocent..."

　Lin Jingshu looked at him inexplicably and asked, "What about that? What does it matter to me?"

　The white coat choked and lowered his head to object again.

　Lin Jingshu: "When we are at war with each other, we are still reluctant to break up. This is very hypocritical. I will be the bad guy who stirs up the trouble."

　"Madam, where is the Angel City? They found the body of your guard and the There are traces of fighting at the scene, and you have disappeared again, and now you have made emergency headlines."

　Lin Jingshu narrowed her eyes: "Then I will continue to "disappear"."

　At this time, the "Little Hummingbird" fortress had already moved to the aphelion position. , Yerif returned to his mansion from the military base with a heavy heart, still thinking about the uproar in his heart these days.

　For some reason, the voices of those people criticizing Lin Jingheng reminded him of what they said about Lu Xin back then.

　Those people swore categorically, and the most classic piece of evidence was that when Lu Xin was frustrated in his fight for rights for the Eighth Galaxy, he once blurted out: "Look at the way the Eighth Galaxy looks like a bird, it's better to leave it to the pirates." "Go ahead!"

　Lu Xin became famous too early and was in a high position at a young age. He is a bit crazy, but he is not a fool who can't keep his mouth shut in public.

　This was what he said when he was chatting with his adjutant in a private starship on a private starship during his vacation. Because it was a private occasion, he drank some more wine and became more arrogant. He was stopped by a passing serviceman. The robot maintenance man heard it.

　This maintenance man is a die-hard defender of the Declaration of Freedom, has participated in every righteous demonstration, and hates interstellar pirates as much as he hates his father-killing enemy - even though he has never seen what a pirate looks like.

　After hearing this, the maintenance man initially thought he had recognized the wrong person, so he sneaked back and used the convenience of work to check Lu Xin's customer identity information, and then he dared to believe that he was the "Lu Xin". Shocked that this heavily armed "backbone of the alliance" could be so politically incorrect, the defender was indignant and worried. After returning home, he cried bitterly all night. The next day, he gritted his teeth and, driven by a sense of social responsibility, took the Reported while recording.

　They said that Lu Xin betrayed the alliance and betrayed his faith.

　They said he was carried away, his personal moral character could not keep up with his position, and his ambitions were inflated. Not only did he control the Military Commission, but he also tried to control the Alliance Parliament and turn the alliance into his own.

　They also said that he was a showman, performing affectionate shows to the public every day. In fact, his marriage to his wife had long existed in name only. They had been doing their own thing for so many years - the marriage rate in the New Star Calendar Era has dropped to 15%. The long life and youth make everyone A pair of two-hundred-and-five-year-olds who impulsively played marriage ended up parting ways. What kind of "hundred-year partner" are you claiming to focus on your family all day long? Do you believe this bullshit?

　Is there any greater victory than exposing the true face of the man on the altar, pulling him down and stepping on him with ten thousand feet?

　What could better embody the majesty and fearlessness of truth than this?

　"Pour me a glass of vodka." Yarif said vaguely to his guard. "By the way, let's ask if the thermostat in the fortress is broken? It's so damn cold."

　The guard replied: "Sir, the real-time temperature is showing 24. "℃, there are no abnormal changes. Do you need the medical cabin to check your health?"

　"No," Yerif said grumpily, "Go away, I want vodka."

　The guard obediently brought the wine and poured him a glass. Yerif took a sip, and the pungent smell of alcohol rushed straight to his forehead. However, he suddenly noticed that the guard in front of him was an unfamiliar face. Yerif spit out the small sip of wine and pushed the cup forward: " Go get me some ice...You were not in the Guards before, were you?"

　"No," the guard said calmly, "I used to be a janitor at the base. Recently, someone in your Guards was on sick leave, so I paid to smooth it over. I just squeezed in because of my connections."

　When he said this, Yerif was somewhat impressed. He vaguely remembered the young guard who stood guard at the base gate and saluted him every day, so he relaxed a little more: "How long has it been since you still thought about using these messy methods to climb up?" "Wouldn't it be better to earn some military exploits in a down-to-earth manner?"

　The guard replied, "I've survived a narrow escape in battle, so why not become your personal guard? It's safe, I have a high starting point, and I can be familiar with you in front of the superiors."

　"I'm most annoyed by your family members. A speculator with a bit of bad money." Yarif waved his hands with a grin on his face, "and he doesn't take the right path."

　The guard smiled good-naturedly, added ice to his drink, and did not refute.

　Yerif took a deep look at him, and using the cover of his wine glass, he quietly opened his personal terminal, scanned the face of the young guard in front of him, and asked casually, "What does your family do? You have so much spare money to bribe the commander." "

　The guard answered vaguely: "Business."

　Yarif lowered his eyes, quickly scanned the retrieved files, said "oh" in a long voice, and quietly sent out an alarm: " What business are you doing?"

　The guard raised his head, and his eyes met Yerif's. The guard's eyes were cold, and there was something wrong with his pupils. He looked unnatural, like a cold-blooded animal.

　"Chip," he spat out two words, "General, don't you want to drink your wine?"

　On the file called up on Yerif's personal terminal, next to the young guard's ID photo, it was clearly marked "Orphan, date of birth unknown" "One line of words.

　Yarif suddenly pulled out his gun from his waist and shot the guard in the knee: "Fart!"

　Although Yarif is not a thing, he has been fighting for many years and has some skills. It is impossible to miss such a shot at such a close range. I wanted to make the other party lose the ability to move before continuing to question him. Unexpectedly, the guard was shot in the knee, but he just swayed on the spot and did not move at all!

　He even looked down at the trouser leg with a big hole in it, picked up the trousers, shook them slightly, and walked towards Yerif without any restrictions.

　Yerif was horrified: "Who are you?"

　The guard smiled but said nothing, his distorted expression was extremely weird, and he approached him step by step. Goosebumps appeared all over Yerif's body, and he fired at the opponent. He fired several shots, and at the same time couldn't help but look at his personal terminal again - it stands to reason that after receiving the alarm, his bodyguards should arrive within two seconds, but...

　"Don't look, General, yours The signal can't be sent out, and the surveillance camera won't capture anything."

　Yerif kept retreating to the corner: "Who are you from? The Anti-Ukrainian Society? Angel City? Or the President of the Glory Regiment?"

　The guard's face softened. Slowly deformed and twisted, turning into another completely different face. Countless people and countless surveillance cameras in the Little Hummingbird Base did not even notice: "You can ask hell about this question. Farewell."

　Assassination, this is modern civilization. The last bottom line that completely collapsed.

　Three hours later, guards changing shifts discovered Yerif's body.

　Traces on the body and surveillance showed that before his death, he shot wildly into the empty office, yelled something as if he was crazy, and then shot himself in the temple.

　It was learned from his medical records that Yerif was an alcoholic and took a large amount of mood drugs during his lifetime. The conflict between alcohol and mood drugs was the main factor that caused his madness. There are also a large number of call records in his personal terminal. The caller is the Grand President of the Legion of Glory.

　When the news came out, almost at the same time, Ankru of the seventh galaxy received it through special channels.

　At this time, Ancru was almost standing in front of Lin Jingheng -

　in early September, when the Eighth Galaxy was facing internal and external troubles, it suddenly obtained a super-dimensional heavy armor regiment from nowhere. Like a salted fish turning over, it suddenly Having beaten the Anti-Ukrainian Society all the way to the eighth galaxy, the Anti-Ukrainian Society could only ask for help from the headquarters. At this point, there was no other way but to increase troops.

　At the same time, the Eight Galaxies dispatched a large number of military mechas and began to evacuate all residents near the fighting front line.