What is chaos and chaos? - Just look at the base at this time.

Lu Bixing's "Twenty Minutes" obviously overestimated them.

The mecha station was filled with "squeaking" and was about to wake up the artificial sun in advance. The lights were brightly lit, and there were messy people everywhere, dressed like a ghost. The audience from all over the world asked questions at the top of their throats. The sound was so loud that it was like a group of clams and toads in the river pit after the rain. The rumors were like the breeze passing by the water waves, one wave was not settled, and one wave was rising again and again, and it was simply in groups.

Some people screamed, some people shouted, some people didn't know what was touched and cried loudly. Some children hid outside the mecha station, hugged the cold iron gate, and looked at their nurturing people hurried away. The old people who were originally gathered to celebrate the New Year still had cream on their mouths, and they were squeezed into a ball by fate, looking at the desperate night sky of the base.

And the great base armed forces, they lost the chain without any suspense.

In a hurry, the Golden Warriors gathered and collided with the Iron-Faced Rider. It was time for both teams to fight for you and I, and no one would let anyone pass first. Foucault's people called the Weasels "impurities in the septic tank", and the Weasels people called Foucault and they were "flies chasing and flying", and they were both sides, making witty words.

There are also some elderly, weak and disabled soldiers who are slow to move, blocked by crowded people, unable to find their own organization, because they cannot participate in the verbal battle, and they are anxious to run around.

For some reason, a small group of people took advantage of the chaos and rushed to the platform first and drove their mechas out of the track.

Fifteen pirate mechas have thus mixed the base's New Year's Eve into a horror film.

If it was on the Silver Fortress, General Lin could shoot them collectively.

White was hoarsely maintaining order, but someone grabbed the back of his neck. The young man who had not grown up had a "grown" screamed, his limbs were scratched, and his feet were taken to Chong San's feet without touching the ground. He found that several of his classmates were already here.

"Everything goes up," Lin Jingheng threw White on the ground, raised his hand and pointed to Chong San's hatch door, "Where is your teacher? Why is it gone in a blink of an eye? Contact him and tell him not to run around, come to me."

Mint quickly contacted Lu Bixing’s personal terminal, but was rejected by the other party.

The next moment, the multimedia screen in the square suddenly lit up, and Lu Bixing's voice permeated the noise of the entire base.

In a hurry, it was probably not enough time to stew a pot of chicken soup. This time, Lu Bixing rarely said nonsense.

"If I were you," Lu Bixing turned on the largest searchlight at the mecha station. The light rushed straight into the sky and shone on several mechas flying far away in the sky. "I will knock down the people who are preparing to abscond before they fly far away."

Foucault and the weasel, who were quarreling, looked up at the same time, and the mecha station was silent for a moment - no matter where they were, there were always some very far-scheming "capable people". Some people participated in the base arming to fight for power, some people were to prove themselves, some people simply wanted to protect their families, and some people planned to be able to get close to the water and the tower and the moon first when the crisis came.

The Iron Armored Cavalry and the Golden Warriors each account for half of the people who stole the mecha and escaped. No one has to laugh at each other.

The weasel's face turned green and he didn't care about quarrel. He and Foucault looked at each other angrily, quickly led everyone to one side, and each went on the mecha.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual nets of the ground mechas spread out one by one, rushing towards the few small mechas that had just left the track, knocking the slow-running person off the link of the spiritual net.

But the fastest one had already left the spiritual network of the small mecha. Foucault went on track without saying a word and accelerated to the maximum. She took a few people and swept out like a strong wind. Her mecha had not yet completely escaped from gravity. She had already fired a missile - indeed, she was worthy of being the oldest self-defense member of the base. This missile was very skillful. Several people who ran too fast forgot to open the protective cover and were blown into a string of fireworks, which instantly shook the base like daytime.

Ten days later, foreign enemies attacked, but the first shot in the base was used to clean up the portal.

The crowd on the ground was dead at first, and then someone was the first to whisper: "Die... are you dead?"

The two words "dead" spread in the crowd like ripples, and Lu Bixing spoke again: "If you don't know who you are listening to now, please listen to mine first - those who have not boarded the mecha and follow me, take your seat on the platform, and see the situation on the front line here."

He said, the multimedia screen showed a picture of the posting from Saturday. From the image, only eight/9 mechas could see the outlines, and the rest were vague silhouettes, but there were not many people.

"I'll only say it once here. As of now, Prince Kelly has not been in a heavy army. This is just a detection team, with a total of fifteen mechas, half of our long-range patrol team. The base is wrapped in an anti-tracking system, and it is not so easy to be located."

After Lu Bixing finished speaking, he walked to the mecha station.

At this time, the mecha platform was relatively quieter. His figure was very conspicuous under the irritating lights of the mecha station. His shadow was dragged very long, covering the mecha group of mecha stations, which was almost a bit scary.

Lu Bixing waved his hand to the periphery of the mecha station: "Not related personnel disperse, don't block the way."

When he used to take people to repair multimedia audio and energy systems, everyone at the base was used to listening to his orders, and at this time he retreated like a reflection.

Lu Bixing turned around and walked onto a mecha, and his voice still came from the multimedia running through the base: "Today was the last time I sent supplies to Saturday because he planned to disband the Self-Defense Force. In other words, although the pirates are just a detection team, there are only a group of patrol personnel who are about to be disbanded in front of them. So why are you still dawking on the base coordinates? Or wait for you to die without a burial place?"

He finished speaking, the mecha went directly on the acceleration track. The people who were still lost and hesitant on the mecha station seemed to have finally found the leader, and they lined up one by one to board the mecha, and many small mechas came out one after another.

Lin Jingheng made a gesture to the students and led them to Chongsan slowly and onto the acceleration track: "Zhan Lu, mark Lu Bixing's mecha, always be optimistic about him."

"Yes," said Zhan Lu, "Mr. One-Eyed Eagle should think so too, he is at the sixteen standard fuselage distance from you."

Just now, Lu Bixing was mixed up, and the two teams, which were originally clearly divided, were forced to walk together, and the dividing line seemed much blurry.

Lin Jingheng stretched out his facial features and six senses in the spiritual net, and was decorated with this crooked team, ignoring the students around him, and counting his heartbeat in silence.

A few minutes later, the ups and downs of his chest became smoother and smoother. Finally, in the midst of the noise, his mood that had been violently fluctuating had barely calmed down. Lin Jingheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his quiet voice, and he was vaguely glad that the arrival of these pirates.

Lin Jingheng kept the light and waited for Lu Bijie. It was a last resort. The three-month appointment expired. Lu Bijie fell deeper and deeper at this base. Lin Jingheng had to pour a basin of cold water to make him sober.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu was very unpredictable and came in without arguing. He stuffed his mouth with butter without saying anything, and then ran to the sky.

Of course, Lin Jingheng knew what he was interrupted to say, but he wanted to pretend that he didn't know.

Fortunately, there was a Prince Calee setting fires everywhere in front of him, otherwise he would not know how to end today.

In such a moment, the remote communication signal had passed through countless transition points and spread outside the domain.

Lin Jingheng briefly cleaned up his sadness, glanced at him, and said to Zhan Lu: "How about remote?"

Zhanlu: "The signal is good."

"Okay, please contact the captain of the Self-Defense Force for me."

"Get the communication permissions of the captain on Saturday and are requesting communication-"

Zhou Liu was depressed for several days and felt that his skin had been hollowed out. At this time, a sudden enemy attack broke his drunkenness and dreams. Adrenaline rushed into his limbs and bones like a blowout. The hairs around him were about to fly out of his pores. Zhou Liu didn't dare to blink at the motionless pirate fleet, wiped away the cold sweat, and felt a urge to urinate: "Another... make sure, are your virtual cannons turned off? Let me take a closer look. Has the arsenal been opened?"

During the holiday, he trembled and pinched his little rabbit's ashes: "Boss, you've asked the third time."

“I was nervous on Saturday.”

"I'm tight too... Fuck, who the hell is interrupting this?" A communication request came in unexpectedly. Saturday was scared and subconsciously connected. He remembered something was wrong - they are not in the base intranet now. Logically, they can only communicate with their teammates around them at this time.

But the teammates are all in the communication channel, who is this?

I was shocked on Saturday, and I didn’t have time to think about it, so I immediately had to cut off the communication.

At this time, General Lin's frosty face appeared on the screen: "I am Lin Jingheng."

The moment he saw him clearly on Saturday, his emotions almost collapsed, and he thought the reinforcements had arrived: "General Lin, you are here, I..."

"I'm still at the base," Lin Jingheng interrupted slowly, "It will take about three hours to get to your place."

My knees became weak on Saturday.

Lin Jingheng: "So these fifteen pirate mechas are yours."

"I...I..." Zhou Saturday's mind was blank and he said incoherently, "We can't, let's talk... they may have reinforcements, I can't do it, you know our level..."

Lin Jingheng smiled meaningfully.

"I don't know, but you can bet." He said coldly, "If we can find your body in three hours, maybe a space funeral will be held for you."

On Saturday, I looked at him in despair. Through the communication screen, I suddenly realized that Lin Jingheng was different from the past - Lin Jingheng's usual image was very "unrestrained". When I was taking people to practice in the morning on Saturday, I often saw him wearing pairs of slippers in the morning. After washing his hair, he walked and walked into the main control room of the mecha station. Although he didn't like to pay attention to others, he was very "righteous", "meaning and serious, and serious" "righteous", like a teaching director. Although others dared not be arrogant in front of him, they would not be afraid of him.

But that night it was all the opposite.

Lin Jingheng's shirt was tightly fitted, the buttons were tied to the collar, and then the belt buckle was penetrated, without any wrinkles. The short boots were spotlessly wrapped around the legs of the trousers and wore gloves, and they did not reveal any skin except their face. But when he looked into Lin Jingheng's eyes, he felt a kind of crazy and horrifying meaning. He was like a water monster that had just woken up in the shallow, lazily revealing rows of fangs.

"Stand straight," said Lin Jingheng, "I want to know what your Self-Defense Force is positioning for yourself?"

Zhou Liu stood firm while holding the wall, and said "meow" with a blushing face: "Sharp, sharp knife."

Lin Jingheng nodded and commented: "It's good, I'm very daring to think about it, but I must correct it. At your level, even if you are a security guard in a remote galaxy, you may only be worthy of logistics and maintenance."

Zhou Yi's face was dissatisfied with the sharp knife down from a screwdriver.

"But a screwdriver can kill people." Lin Jingheng paused, "Remember what I said below, I will only say once - don't have any head-on conflicts with the regular army. I gave you this lesson countless times in the exercise, but you just turned a blind eye. The average value of your team's man-machine matching is only 59%, and on the battlefield, the average value is less than 80%, which means that you are the leeks at the slaughter of others and must not serve as the main attack team. The pirates outside are detection teams, and the value may be lower, but not less than 75%. Fortunately, both of you are small mechas, pay attention to the safe distance and do not allow the spiritual network to overlap."

Zhou Saturday pinched his thigh hard, and stopped his trembling calves.

Lin Jingheng did not nod or shook his head, and continued: "The anti-tracking system is your trump card, long-range guerrilla, and setting up an ambush is your only chance. Do you know how primitive people hunt large wild animals?"

Saturday swallowed: "Bail and trap."

The smile on Lin Jingheng's face flashed: "Yes, but remember, your prey is not a lion or a tiger, but a hyena and a poisonous snake. Be patient. The bait must be able to be fake and real, and it is best to deceive yourself, otherwise it will fall into the other party's trap. Do you understand - I have put the first bait for you."

Saturday: "What..."

"Boss, they've moved!"

"I am currently conducting remote communication with you. Remote communication will produce a strong energy response, and even penetrate the encryption of the transition point. The other party should have sensed it. Okay, cut off the communication now." Lin Jingheng sent a key to Saturday, "When you need it, you can use this key to connect to remote communication urgently. I can convey it to anyone who has any last words to say, and see you in three hours."

The pirates had obviously located a jump point hidden in the anti-tracking system and slowly approached there. Saturday's mind went blank. Two seconds later, he shouted at the communication channel: "Don't stand stupidly, withdraw from the 006 jump point for more than ten kilometers, and the missile is ready to be launched!"

Mint listened to the entire remote communication quietly. At this time, she suddenly said, "General Lin, I have seen you simulated a battle with a computer in the main control room."

Lin Jingheng looked back at her and almost vented the courage that Mint had finally plucked up.

Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows a little surprised: "Well? Do you actually understand?"

"Not at that time. I checked a lot of information and asked Teacher Lu." Mint swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his voice trembling a little. "Pirate detectors are stretched out tentacles, not afraid of breaking. They all carry all-round recorders. Once a force conflict occurs, the recorder will record the entire process of the fire exchange and send it back to the pirate team in real time, allowing them to accurately evaluate the enemy's combat effectiveness. If the detection team is completely wiped out, they will release the "sacrifice" for the second round of test based on the evaluation values. These people are the bottom of the pirate team, or they want to climb up or have a handle in the hands of the pirates, and they can only fight to the death, because the combat power is similar. Even if they lose, the opponent will definitely win miserably. It must be the most relaxed and fragile time. They will wait for the real pirate group."

Lin Jingheng looked down at the remote communication network. The huge communication network was laid on the ground of Chongsan. Somewhere outside the domain, a small light spot that didn't know what it meant was flashing regularly.

He praised him without sincerity: "You are quite hardworking."

Mint took a deep breath, and a trembling neck showed its slender neck: "If you want to save them, you should ask Principal Lu to find a way to block the other party's signal, and then jump over urgently to solve them as quickly as possible. The people in the base can't do it, General Lin, you can. But you let them rush... so... can fool your bait with fakes and real things, but it's actually Saturday, right?"

Lin Jingheng's cold gaze was nailed to the girl, and the other three students subconsciously stepped forward and surrounded the mint in the middle, like a group of little chickens, helplessly hugging them into small groups.

It's strange that when Lu Bixing was there, the students were afraid of him, but they never thought he would hurt them, as if they were looking at a lazy lion through the glass cover.
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