"I don't think this decision is in line with your behavior pattern," Zhanlu's voice echoed in the empty Chongsanli, "Sir, what made you make such a decision?"

This is a barren land ten days away from the base. The messy signals are shot out through the formed anti-tracking system, like a huge kaleidoscope erected among the stars.

The three fearful base teams have been hidden.

Chong San closed the weapon system and installed only a virtual muzzle - the virtual gun is actually a special electromagnetic wave. If anyone marked, it is equivalent to who is "hit". If it exceeds a certain intensity, it means that the protective cover is broken.

Like toys, very funny.

Lin Jingheng felt like a strong man two meters tall, holding a two-inch-long water-squeezing gun, standing at a chaotic intersection, preparing to play ghost hunting games with a group of preschool kids.

The naughty children were frightened from the bottom of their hearts, and the hairless chickens hid in the well-connected path, fearing that they would become the dead souls of the water gun.

General Lin’s next four and a half hours of task was to search through the boxes and cabinets to find them one by one, and gently spray their soft butts with a water gun. Never spray them heavily, otherwise the almond in their heads would shake for him to see.

This embarrassing process will be photographed and will be taken back for people to watch after the exercise... Fortunately, this place has left the intranet scope and the base cannot broadcast live.

General Lin has been wise and powerful for decades, and he has completely wiped out the ground.

However, there is nothing more important than a man's face in the world, so Lin Jingheng looked at Zhanlu with a calm expression: "The remaining three teams at the base are almost a result similar to natural selection. Through their own classification, they have their own uniqueness, steady defense, and mobile commandos, each with their own strengths. If they know how to cooperate and are familiar with the anti-tracking system, they still have certain potential."

"That was not what you said last time," Zhan Lu exposed him ignorantly. "Last time you said that the remaining three teams represent the three stubborn cancers of human society - despicable villains, stupid majority, and big fools who are very jealous and have low-minded people who daydream."

"..." Lin Jingheng was silent for two seconds, "That's a joke."

This time, Zhan Lu did not "hahaha", but said a little confused: "Based on the context at that time and the language patterns you are used in, I don't think that's a joke."

Lin Jingheng's tone began to be bad: "The biggest difference between humans and artificial intelligence is that there is no fixed pattern of human behavior and language."

Zhan Lu retorted reasonably: "Sir, it seems that sociology and psychology are not your major. In fact, the study of human behavior patterns has begun as early as the Earth's era. All kinds of seemingly complex behaviors of human beings actually have internal logic. For example, based on your own historical data, you will tell me..."

Lin Jingheng: "Shut up!"

Zhan Lu: “…Shut up.”

The League's First Mecha and his master almost spoke in unison. Zhanlu paused and said loyally: "Yes, execute the 'shut-mouth' order."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

He now wants to remove Zhan Lu from Chong San. This kind of mecha core of the second mobile phone A is only installed on the bicycle in the gym.

"You should already know the rules," at this time, Lu Bixing's voice sounded on each exercise mecha. "In previous exercises, you didn't have the authority to the anti-tracking system, but this time it was different. Everyone in the three teams had some authority to the anti-tracking system. In this exercise, your opponents were not each other, only General Lin, and he would be your hunter. Simply put, in this game, everyone used to be blindfolded and chased each other, but this time only General Lin was blindfolded and he came to chase all of you."

After hearing this, the mecha drivers of the three teams were not grateful that the difficulty was reduced, but became even more nervous.

"Today, we don't plan to eliminate anyone," Lu Bixing continued, "From now on, enter the points stage, the lowest points ranking will be responsible for remote patrol around the base until it counterattacks in the next exercise. I remind you that long-range patrols are long and painful, and once there is danger, you are on the front line. When passing through some areas, patrol members do not even have any signals to communicate with each other, which can easily cause anxiety, mental tension and other symptoms, which will affect your subsequent performance to a certain extent. In other words, if you lose once, you may not be able to turn over, so please be cautious today."

A thief light appeared in Saturday's eyes. Foucault finally adjusted the formation. The Weasels had begun to use the authority of the anti-tracking system to check the positions of the other two teams - it doesn't matter that the team was completely wiped out, and it won't really die anyway. As long as the other two competitors are even worse, they will naturally stand out.

"Lin, you said that the combat experience and ability of the interstellar pirates are beyond our imagination," Lu Bixing's voice flowed out of Chong San's communication device, as if it was ringing in his ear. Lin Jingheng's ear moved slightly and heard the other party say, "If the interstellar pirates really scan this area through remote signals, I want to know whether the anti-tracking system can withstand this challenge. Don't show mercy."

Lin Jingheng glanced at the communication screen, and Lu Bixing hurriedly added: "I mean, don't show mercy to my subordinates, please click to them."

Lin Jingheng: "Don't show mercy to your men?"

Lu Bixing didn't know what the meaning of children was not suitable for this normal rhetoric. He smiled quickly and quickly cut off the communication, and his earlobes were red.

Lin Jingheng: “…”

After a moment, he came to his senses, and restrained himself and poured half a glass of wine, and sighed.

A murder began in the general's chaotic sorrow.

"Brother Saturday," the newsletter said, "The Weasels are moving, moving closer to Foucault and the others. Are you planning to form an alliance?"

Saturday pondered for a moment: "Foucault and others have the largest number of people, the largest targets, and relatively speaking, they are also the easiest to be positioned. If I were an opponent, I would definitely list them as the number one target."

I said "ah" half-understand or not during the holiday: "Why is that weasel..."

"To take advantage of troubled waters," said a self-defense member. "Don't you know him after fighting for so long? Now they lean over, as if they are planning to be in the same mood. Once Foucault and the others are discovered by General Lin, the first thing weasels do is to attack Foucault and directly break up such a large team behind it. Chong San will not be so easy to cross the mecha group. Foucault and the others will be the best shield. Weasels can hide behind the shield to attack Chong San. No matter how many effective attacks can hit, they will have a score - they will have a jump point behind them, and they can withdraw at any time after the fight."

"The Weasel did not participate in the patrol that time," at this time, another self-defense member suddenly said quietly, "He didn't know how he felt when he met that General Lin."

Saturday: "What does it feel?"

"His spirit net..." The self-defense force said, his voice trembling, "When his spirit net was swept over, you felt like a sick seedling in a field. When the sickle was chopped over, there was no room for dodging and was harvested before you could react. When you were forced to disconnect the spirit net, it was not as easy as you usually disconnect. You had the illusion that you fell into ice water and fell into an empty vacuum, and you were not obedient to your body, as if you were just dead like that - Boss Zhou, at that time, I was on the periphery, and some people who faced General Lin. Now, let alone turning on the mecha, they wouldn't dare to turn off the lights at night. The weasel was thinking too beautifully. With their firepower, they could not beat others outside the range of the heavy armor spirit net. Once they entered the range of the other person's spirit net, they still wanted to run away?"

"Don't panic," said Saturday in a deep voice. "We have an anti-tracking system. Now listen to my orders, disperse the people we have with, and keep the column!"

"Saturday, Chong San moved!"

Under the monitoring of the anti-tracking system, the track of Chong San appears in front of the three teams in detail. It begins to make circular motions around the periphery of the anti-tracking system, and then stops near a transition point.

"Saturday boss, what is he doing?"

"Don't keep the jump point, move away quickly," said Saturday quickly, "scatter a little more."

"Can't disperse it anymore," said the holiday, "We are not in the intranet. Now the communication is a fixed-point communication. If we disperse it, we will not receive the signal!"

Saturday's eyes stared at the track of Chong San without blinking, and said in a deep voice: "It is said that these frontline generals have experienced more battlefield situations than you have eaten, and you can feel any abnormal movement in the surrounding energy field. The people in the exercise team are afraid of him and plan to evacuate at any time if they are discovered. They must be guarding the jump point. The heavy armor can pass through the jump point and sweep remotely..."

Before he finished speaking, Chong San suddenly jumped and Zhou Saturday's heart jumped heavily.

The next moment, Chong San appeared behind the weasel out of thin air. The weasel, whose wishes were so loud that he had no time to react. The entire "Iron Armored Cavalry" team suddenly "solidified"! At the same time, on the surveillance, the Weasel's Iron Armored Cavalry team was blackened as a whole. Lin Jingheng did not move a virtual cannon and directly swept their spiritual network!

Due to bad intentions, the weasel's virtual muzzles of all the mechas under his command were aimed at their allies and were ready to load. The moment the control was taken away, all the virtual cannons were opened, sweeping past Foucault's "Golden Warrior" like a tide.

Fortunately Foucault was wary of the weasel. At the moment of the three-leap, their team suddenly dispersed, and at least they were not wiped out.

Zhou Saturday's eyes lit up and quickly synced the coordinates to everyone's mecha: "Return to the nearest jump point, we are ready to jump!"

Facing Lin Jingheng, he was too late to hide, so he had to rush up!

Holiday: "Brother Zhou Saturday, are you crazy?"

"If you don't take the initiative now, you can only wait for him to chase him for a while, don't be delayed!" After Saturday said that, he rushed out first. The Self-Defense Force followed him countless times and became a habit. He immediately followed him.

In just a moment, the Golden Warriors were already defeated by heavy armor and retreated to the jump point in a hurry. The next moment, the Self-Defense Force suddenly faced them and rushed out of the jump point. The timing was almost accurate. With the cover of the remnants of the defeated generals, they rushed towards Chong San like a dagger that suddenly stretched out from the depths of the darkness!

The huge body of the heavy armor ellipse is like a dazzling pearl. On Saturday, he stared at it through the spiritual network. The human-machine matching degree reached the highest value he had in his life. The virtual cannon has been issued. As long as you can sweep the edge of the heavy three, you can get a considerable score, even if it is swept out the next second...

However, his vision darkened. The next moment, the two controlled "Iron Armored Rider" mechas seemed to have predictions, just blocking the virtual cannon. Zhou Liu's heart tightened and suddenly had an ominous premonition. It was too late to retreat. In an instant, his hair all over his body exploded. The mecha spirit net seemed to be suddenly blocked by something, and the suffocation of the dying instantly drowned him. Zhou Liu's mind "buzzed" and the human-machine matching rate dropped directly from 75%. He immediately lost consciousness.

The Self-Defense Force's dagger in the dark also fell into the sand. The survivors hurried back to the air, hoping to escape separately with the cover of the anti-tracking system.

But it was too late. Chong San invaded several exercise mechas and naturally obtained the authority of the anti-tracking system. Lin Jingheng took off the blindfolded cloth strip lightly, and the little rats hiding from all over the place were gone. In less than half an hour, they were completely wiped out in a state of exhaustion.

It is expected that the four and a half hours of exercise will end in less than 40 minutes. The three teams are neatly organized and collectively scored negative points, and the losses are exactly the same, so they can't even get the rankings.

The four students in charge of monitoring the exercise field looked at each other and couldn't speak.

Whether it is the base armed or the anti-tracking system, it is so full of loopholes and vulnerable in the eyes of those who have truly seen the battlefield.

It took a long time before White carefully shouted in the communication: "Mr. Lu, is it over?"

"Well," Lu Bixing said with some difficulty, "Okay, the exercise is over, organize the scene and pay attention to the injured."

Then, after a half-minute silence in the communicator, Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his tone and said calmly: "There are three very fatal mistakes today. The first is the jump point. When the anti-tracking system was arranged two days ago, I noticed that he carefully avoided all jump point tracks. If it weren't for this, they probably died faster today, right? I didn't expect to encrypt the jump point at that time, and I was praised by others. The second is the team's combat awareness and

If you don't go, the Iron-Faced Rider, Gold and Warriors are afraid before they start to take action. They will be swept by the heavy armor. The Self-Defense Force is too aggressive and judges others by themselves. They do not realize that all nearby jump points are within the monitoring of the Three, and they will fall into the trap. The third is that the permissions of the anti-tracking system are not further encrypted. Once our mecha is invaded, the other party will immediately get all the information of the anti-tracking system. The anti-tracking system will become someone else's map. I am not careful."

Huang Jingshu: "Mr. Lu..."

Lu Bixing laughed: "What are you doing? It's almost done. I'm fine. Why don't I clean up the mess? I'll adjust the anti-tracking system."

To clean up the mess, the students are skilled workers, and it is time to drag them away soon and it is time to treat them. In such a huge star maze, Lu Bixing sat alone in the mecha, spreading the data of the exercise just now.

It is impossible to say that it is not frustrated.

Since the next three months of agreement with Lin Jingheng, Lu Bixing has been living in the workshop of the mecha station. When General Lin got up in the early morning to torture his body, he had already started working in the workshop. He tried his best but it was still not satisfactory.

And he is just a young man after all.

Lu Bixing allowed himself to be idle for a minute, then quickly rubbed his face and calmed down his emotions - turning the heavy hard work and efforts of the past few months into a goose feather, and letting them go with the wind. These are two major skills he had cultivated when he was a teenager: not paying too much attention to his feelings, not paying too much attention to the time he spent.

Because feelings are subjective and controllable, as for the time you spend... Isn't the time going to pass by when I lie down and sleep for a few months? It would be too much for me to say that I "pay time".

At this time, a docking request was sent. Lu Bixing looked up and found that Chong San had approached at some point. The mecha receiving station on Chong's armor was opened to him.

Lin Jingheng and others were at the entrance of Chong San's mecha receiving station. Through the glass window, they watched the little mecha that Lu Zhenxing slowly docked. There was no expression on their faces. The left hand behind them moved the knuckles of their right hand one by one, and suspected that they were too much.

He noticed the issue of the transition point when he helped Lu Bixing arrange the anti-tracking system, but he just adjusted it silently without reminding him.

Because he knew that he was harsh in nitpicking, he would always deliberately restrain himself in front of Lu Bixing, and the "double-edged sword"-like jumping point is indeed not a major flaw in Lin Jingheng's opinion. For him, it can even be used as a prop for setting traps in actual combat - Yuan Yiren died like this... But he didn't expect Lu Bixing to ask him to participate in the base exercise.

"I should go around a few more times." Lin Jingheng thought, "I'll wait at least four and a half hours before taking action."

After the air pressure in the cabin was adjusted, Lu Bixing got off the small mecha. Lin Jingheng saw the person from afar, and his spine stiffened, making him look even more serious.

Lu Bixing walked towards him, and the two of them were silent for a moment.

Lin Jingheng took the lead in speaking: "A project, from the initial conception to design, and then to the completion of construction, is a very difficult thing. It requires systematic thinking and takes into account various details. It takes a lot of time and energy. In comparison, it is too easy to pick a vulnerability attack. After all, there is no perfect thing in the world. Although it is necessary to find vulnerabilities and make up for perfection, if someone thinks that the person who is picking is more clever than the person who is building, then he is just pure stupid...ah, don't care about them."

Lin Jingheng said, thinking of when he was young, Lu Xin would put his shoulders on his shoulder and talk to him. He subconsciously wanted to imitate it, but he was not an extrovert and had never been so "good" with anyone. He raised his hand for a long time and didn't know where to put it. The more embarrassed the one-eyed eagle heresy jumped out to show his presence.

Lin Jingheng's palms were almost sweating.

Lu Bixing looked a little surprised, suddenly pinched his hand, looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you comforting me, General?"
Chapter completed!