Lu Bixing - Because he is carrying out psychological activities that are not suitable for children, when he says this, he deliberately pressed down the corner of his mouth that was a little curled when he doesn't smile. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to disguise his whole set, his eyes were too agile, and his speech speed was a bit urgent, and he looked like a big tail wolf who had been holding back a prank.

Lin Jingheng paused cautiously.

Lu Bixing asked innocently: "What?"

Lin Jingheng shook his head, his eyebrows were twisted habitually, and followed him to the work room without saying a word. He suspected that he was a little idle during this period and was a little too concerned about Lu Bixing, and he always over-interpreted it, giving the illusion that there was something profound in his words and actions.

Fortunately, Lu Bixing quickly changed his expression and tone to a serious pattern.

"I plan to do space tests instead, within the scope of the intranet," Lu Bixing took Lin Jingheng to the studio, first briefly introduced the anti-tracking system, and then talked freely, "Look, the base's intranet covers four sailing days, and this range is enough for a small mecha to sway inside to practice."

Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows expressionlessly.

"My idea is to divide the Self-Defense Force into several groups to conduct physical mecha exercises. Each mecha participating in the exercise opens the communication terminal and sends signals of specific frequency to simulate remote communication. They can use the anti-tracking system to hide their whereabouts, or find ways to crack the anti-tracking system and find opponents. Isn't this a big hit, and both test the anti-tracking system in actual combat and train troops."

Lu Bixing has a gentle temper and is good at speaking, but he has a long-lasting stubbornness in his bones. At this point, he still refuses to give up and treats the people in the base as "soldiers".

After hearing this, Lin Jingheng nodded helplessly: "Well, a good idea, organize a group of gorillas to play hide-and-seek in space."

Lu Bixing stopped, he stood a few meters away, looking back at Lin Jingheng under the soft incandescent light in the workplace: "Lin, I actually asked you this question once... You found a pirate team near the channel, why did you take the risk of rushing them away alone? You returned to the voyage at that time, and the surveying and mapping maps were completed, and the channels and supplies for Sister Stinky to escape outside the domain were in your hands. Why didn't you give up this base? Do you really think these people are just a group of orangutans?"

"No, it's just a metaphor," Lin Jingheng didn't blink, "I don't mean to insult the orangutan."

Lu Bixing looked at him steadily.

"Also, why should I give up this base?" Lin Jingheng calmly stepped on his long legs, walked over him, and walked out of the workshop. "There have never been only the interstellar pirates to avoid me, and there is no reason for me to make room for them. Yuan Yiren - which onion is he?"

Lu Bixing sighed in place. It was the first time he saw such a hard mouth. I wonder if the touch was the same... Lu Bixing imagined a porcelain with thin body and thick glaze, and gently pursed his lips, as if it had been iced to the front teeth.

Lin Jingheng's voice came from the stairwell not far away: "Your so-called 'Self-Defense Force' now only drives the mecha along the fixed track. Don't be nonsense about exercises, do you have any backup plans?"

Lu Bixing chased after him and said, "There will be a solution."

"A plate of loose sand, what else can you do?"

"There are ways to mix mud with mud, and there are ways to bridge sand," Lu Bixing said seriously, "Although I am not very reliable, I have never lost the chain at the critical moment, right? Do you believe me again, how about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mint connected his personal terminal: "Teacher, there are a few people from the Self-Defense Forces looking for you."

Lu Bixing responded, "Wait", and his eyes were still chasing Lin Jingheng.

Lin Jingheng didn't know how the old Persian cat was educated, so he raised this kid into a strange flower that saves all living beings. In his opinion, Lu Bixing was sometimes naive and unreasonable. But he couldn't stand it and Lu Bixing worked hard and ran into a wall everywhere - just let it go elsewhere. When he was here, as long as it didn't affect the overall situation, Lin Jingheng was reluctant to show him his face.

After a stalemate for half a minute, Lin Jingheng waved his hand impatiently at him: "Whatever you want."

Lu Bixing bent his eyes and smiled, his voice lowered slightly: "General, I found that from the day I met you, you basically agreed to whatever I said. Why are you so kind to me?"

This question cannot be answered, so Lin Jingheng decided to be mute for a while, put his pocket in his pocket, and walked forward without saying a word.

Lu Bixing sighed and found that he actually felt that his ignorant virtue was also very interesting, so he queried in his heart - he verified an ancient conclusion that hormones related to love can suppress negative emotions in the brain, making people blindly feel that the other party's shortcomings are also as cute.

Lu Bixing asked with a smile: "Does I want me to agree with you?"

Lin Jingheng replied calmly: "Get out."

Lu Bixing rolled away with satisfaction.

On this day, the main control room of the mecha station was very busy. All the small forces who were not convinced on Saturday sent people to visit Lu Bixing. Some asked him about common sense about mechas, some came to complain about Saturday, and some tried their best, and some were familiar with each other.

The regular scheduled air patrols were also messed up because these small groups were in charge and no one discussed with each other.

In the morning, within ten minutes, three waves of patrol teams were coming to heaven. The tracks of the mecha station were almost causing them to get out of fire. In the afternoon and evening, no one went there, and there was only a lonely artificial sun in the sky.

Then, except for Saturday and his loyal little brothers who were still insisting on their work and rest, the remaining monsters and monsters came out to cause trouble. In such a small base where farts could hit the heels, various organizations sprung out like mushrooms after a rain. In a few days, more than a dozen small armed groups had appeared.

Names like "Space-toothed Tiger" and "The Strongest Legion of the Universe" that make people blush when they read it. They registered a dozen times at the mecha station. They were in a mess and demons danced around.

Lin Jingheng was out of sight and was not upset. He went to work with Zhan Lu, who was no longer afraid of the power loss. He jumped back and forth between the base and the two supply stations every day, counted the materials, and made final preparations for a possible war at any time.

It’s okay for the “saber-toothed tigers” to make trouble themselves, but the residents of key bases use circulating energy for electricity - simply put, they rely on mecha exhaust to generate electricity.

Originally, everyone had organizational and disciplined, and they launched mechas regularly and at a fixed point, and the energy they circulated was just enough. Now they were messing around, causing traffic congestion in the sky and power outages on the ground.

The base has more than 10 million residents, and they have been used to the 24-hour power supply. They still have movies every day. They have difficulty in getting extravagant and frugal. After a day, they sent the most respected people from the "25 Elderly Group" to come to the mecha station to reason.

The small armed groups are busy fighting for power and are dreaming of calling for the wind and rain. They do not want to reason with these old people, their attitudes are rough and arrogant, and the entire base is full of grievances.

There are thousands of types of energy. When Lu Bixing transformed civilian power supply, he chose this design. I wonder if he had expected this situation a long time ago and deliberately held a mouthful of bad water.

In short, whoever dares to abuse the base's mecha armament and disrupt the power supply system will be cut off from the people.

When the people's movie was once again interrupted by the power outage, the angry people rioted.

They came out of the ant-hole-like streets and buildings, with great momentum, surrounding the mecha station. Whether it is a "saber-toothed tiger", "Tyrannosaurus Rex", or "the most awesome universe", as long as they dare to land, they will catch them and beat them up.

When Lu Bixing came to mediate, the saber-toothed tiger was almost beaten to a cat with a sabre-toothed cat.

"Don't make a noise." Lu Bixing pulled back the old lady in the movie carrying a mop and rushed forward, "Ms., calm down! Restrain! Elegant! Pay attention to your blood pressure and say something."

The old lady in the movie was grabbed by him, lifted the mop backwards, poked the ground, and shouted with anger: "I don't care whether you are the Self-Defense Force or the Suicide Force, you have to come at the agreed time. Whoever goes to heaven illegally will not have to come down!"

Lu Bixing was kind and polite and turned to the small armed groups of dusty armed groups: "Yes, there must be order. Where can civilization come from without order?"

But who should I listen to order?

The numerous armed groups did not accept each other, and they started arguing with each other in a few words, angering the angry crowd again.

"The base has a total of these mechas and people, who do you listen to? Do you have any counts?"

"I don't care whoever you listen to, I can't disturb me watching the movie anyway."

"Or you send someone to fight, no matter who beats you to death, you will listen to whoever wins."

"That's right, fight!"

Seeing that the boss of the "Sabertooth Tiger" and the boss of the "Tyrannosaurus Rex" were kneeling on the ground, they were tied together with their heads, and were about to be forced to marry heaven and earth, Lu Bixing finally spoke slowly: "I have a fair way."

On the evening of the third day, Lin Jingheng finished counting the spare mechas and weapons in the supply station, stuffed them into Chong San and returned with a full load. As soon as he returned, he saw that the base was like a sports meeting.

The anti-tracking system has reached the minimum coverage range. At this time, it should be testing the basic functions. Outside the atmosphere, many mechas are equipped with virtual missiles and are running around like crazy rabbits. They are unskilled to use the mirror channel of the anti-tracking system to go out and go out, which is dazzling.

Zhanlu said: "Sir, there seems to be an interesting exercise here."

Lin Jingheng said lukewarmly: "You read it wrong. They should be holding the 'Dementia Special Games'."

Zhan Lu was silent for two seconds: "Hahaha."

"Who joked with you and made you laugh?" Lin Jingheng pulled down his face moodily, "Analysis the anti-tracking system and avoiding them from getting away from them for a while."

Since the anti-tracking system only enables local basic functions, it is easy to cover Zhanlu's spiritual network. Chongsan detours to the other side of the base and falls back to the mecha station in a huge momentum. Unfortunately, no one cares about Chongsan. The entire process of the exercise is being broadcast on the multimedia screen of the base. Everyone is watching in the square, and there are thousands of people in the alleys.

Lin Jingheng heard Lu Bixing's commentary from afar: "The Tyrannosaurus Rex 4 aircraft needs to be careful to save firepower. Although it is just a virtual missile, for simulation, the number of launches of each mecha is limited. If the No. 4 aircraft is so random, it will probably be chased by people... The No. 1 aircraft of the Self-Defense Force and the No. 3 aircraft collided with the No. 3 aircraft, but you don't have to worry. The mecha protective covers participating in the exercise are at the highest level, and the mechas have a limited speed, so there will be no damage when they collided with each other... The No. 1 aircraft of the Self-Defense Force is Saturday. When passing by, he took the opportunity to seize the opponent's spiritual network. The operation is very beautiful... Wait, we saw that the last mecha of the "Supreme King Kong" was also marked and shot down. This should be the first team that was wiped out today, but the score is quite high... Ah, the mecha lost control, maybe the driver fainted - Jingshu, support off-site!"

Lu Bixing was on a mecha himself, while controlling the anti-tracking system, while referees explained both at the same time.

Not complicated situations such as driver disconnection were left to four students. They were responsible for dragging the driverless mecha out of the exercise field after the driver lost consciousness. The students were not familiar with the operation and were in a difficult position, and were even more nervous than those who participated in the exercise seriously.

In the corner of the multimedia screen, the scores of each team are constantly changing, the rules are quite complicated, and the team with the lowest scores are marked red. Lu Bixing has to read the team with the red score every three minutes, reminding the warning: "The team's 'I'm the world' is currently at the bottom of the score, but don't be discouraged, you still have room for improvement. After all, the 'Supreme King Kong' has been killed. In addition, I would like to pay attention that after today's exercise, the last team will no longer be legally armed, and all members are not allowed to organize new groups. You either leave the mecha station or join other people's teams as younger brothers."

Lin Jingheng leaned against Chongsan's body, lit a cigarette, and watched the farce from afar. He probably understood Lu Bixing's idea - it is definitely too late to force these people to gather together and forcibly instill the concept of honor and disgrace. The slut was not developed in one day, and it was not so easy to become an elite. Since the base was already a mess, it would be better to mess up the water, take advantage of the situation and inspire them to fight themselves, and try their best to improve their combat effectiveness. If the guidance is properly and the supervision is in place, internal fighting may not be consumed.

Compared with a pool of stagnant water, constant storms are actually a good thing.

After all, Lu Bixing's goal was just to make them survive the war, and he had no intention of letting them save the world.

At this time, footsteps sounded around him, and one hand reached over and took a cigarette from his pocket without hesitation: "Have you equipped Chong San's firepower? How about Biyuan Yiren?"

When Lin Jingheng heard this, he knew that Lu Bixing was talking too much behind his back and told the One-Eyed Eagle about intercepting Yuan Yiren on his way back. He gently sniffed out a sip of white smoke, unable to laugh or cry - Lu Bixing seemed to think that saying a few more good words would make the old Persian cat live in peace with him.

"It's a little worse than the Yuan Yiren," Lin Jingheng said. "After all, Chong San has been eliminated for too many years, and there is a gap in hardware. But now the mecha core is Zhanlu, so it should be able to make up for some."

The one-eyed eagle snorted coldly: "If you have heavy armor, aren't you afraid that your plan will not be able to keep up with the changes? What if your missing dog legs have fallen into the interstellar pirates' lair and are wiped out?"

"The probability is very small. When it reaches that point, it is probably a fate that cannot be denied." Lin Jingheng shot the ashes, "The loyalty of the Ten Silver Guards is not the alliance, it is me."

The one-eyed eagle frowned: "What does it mean?"

"It means that without my order, even if the Alliance Parliament Building was slack in front of them, everyone's heads fell off and hung on the wall, the Ten Silver Guards would not be dispatched. Although the subordinates were not capable, as long as they were not in a place of 'chismo', it would be not difficult to lie down and save their lives."

The One-Eyed Eagle was shocked: "In other words, you secretly gathered a bunch of private soldiers in Chencang's throat at the Silver Fortress - the throat of the First Galaxy?"

"It's not considered a secret visit to Chen Cang?" Lin Jingheng said lightly, "I have used money to do things over the years and received the alliance's grants, but I have never given it to the alliance. I don't owe anything to the alliance."

The one-eyed eagle stared at him with complicated eyes and didn't say anything for a while.

When he first learned about Lin Jingheng, General Lin was still a little older child. Lu Xin secretly took a picture of the boy's sleeping face, showing off the world the "son" he snatched. It is said that the Lin family had a pair of underage twins left. The brother was taken away by the Military Commission and handed over to Lu Xin for raising him, and his sister was adopted by the Eden Management Committee. What happened to the Lin family is one of the secrets of the alliance, but no one knows it, but they all know that the boy in the photo may not live too easily in his life.

Lu Xin often shows off his children from a distance. In the impression of the one-eyed eagle, Lin Jingheng has always been a young boy who likes quietness. He is a powerful child in the first galaxy. He is probably the same. He is so delicate that he has a haircut. He learns to be an adult like a young man at a very young age, polite and swaying around the bush... until the alliance changes.

The one-eyed eagle once cynically believed that no good seedlings could grow in Votto's soil. A person who looks hypocritical, hypocritical, sweet-mouthed, and a sword-wrenching sword, and skin-wrenching, all his stomach was full of thief and heart.

Until he really came into contact with Lin Jingheng.

"I can't understand you," said the one-eyed eagle, "why, did you want to rebel?"

The multimedia in the distance showed that after a while, the three teams including "Tyrannosaurus Rex" were wiped out. Lin Jingheng heard the word "rebellion" and his eyes swept over the one-eyed eagle sharply without denying it.

The One-Eyed Eagle didn't know where he had private soldiers, but the alliance's troops were in the first galaxy, and the power of mobile allocation was almost all in the Silver Fortress. If any pirates invaded the Alliance, the Silver Fortress would take the opportunity to reverse the situation, the alliance would probably have been wiped out long ago, and there would not be even a calm for decades.

One-eyed eagle: "Then why are you..."

"Why don't you do it?" Lin Jingheng glanced at him. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still answered in a strange way. "The Ten Silver Guards are against him. Pirates will definitely take advantage of the situation. Lu Xin's old subordinates who were already resentful will come out and make trouble. That is not a small-scale war."

If Lu Xin knows that he must be angry and live.

Strange, the one-eyed eagle understood what he meant.
Chapter completed!