The urgent march of the Silver Hospits with sufficient energy is very anti-human. People with insufficient qualities must first receive a large dose of soothing agent before boarding the mecha. During the entire march, no one, including the commander-in-chief and the pilot of each mecha, is allowed to move on the mecha, and everyone's position is fixed by protective gas. Due to the speed too fast, all mecha sword communication is limited to simple communication signals on the mecha and has no language.

When Lu Bixing rushed over, the personal terminal on his wrist forgot to close and was still showing the design drawing of the Eighth Galaxy Communication Network.

Lin Jingheng was waiting for him at the gate of Chongsan, and without saying a word, "To get on today's mecha, your body must be in the best state. It's not okay to have any discomfort. If you have any problems, stay at the base and wait for me."

Lu Bixing was actually not at all discomfort. He ran over the way, and his ears sounded like a wind turbine, and his chest seemed to explode: "Give me... give me a soothing agent for later use."

Lin Jingheng looked at him deeply, nodded quickly, turned around and stepped on Chongsan. The sleeping monster sighed heavily when he connected to the spiritual network. Within five minutes, the entire mecha team was already arranged on the track in an orderly manner, and the track preheating began.

Lu Bixing's heart rate slowly dropped, but the burning anxiety immediately rose.

The One-Eyed Eagle is not a nanny-like father. In the past, he was scattered around the local area, eating, drinking, gambled all day long, setting a textbook-style bad example for his children. He has never been a father, and of course he has no majesty, and it is even more impossible to guide him like a serious adult.

But for a sapling, if the soil is fertile enough, the sun and water are sufficient, even if no one comes to prune at any time, it will grow taller and freely draw natural shapes.

The one-eyed eagle is like the ubiquitous soil for Lu Bixing. He doesn't have to always look down and observe the state of the soil, but also knows that it is the origin of his life. When he is the youngest and most vulnerable, he knows that this person will give all his money for him. The powerful sense of security is like a thickest protective cover, supporting Lu Bixing to recover again and again. After he faces the collapse of the monster in the basement, he regroups himself.

The one-eyed eagle and the others' remote contact with the base immediately disconnected after calling the police. What does this mean? Lu Bixing dared not think deeply, so he had to force himself not to think about it. The hand that was holding it beside him was so tense that it was no longer conscious.

Lin Jingheng definitely wouldn't comfort him, but fortunately Lu Bixing was not a person who needed comfort. The two of them passed through Chong San's passage in silence and quickly to the core control room.

All the personnel of Chong3 Middle School have been in place. The core control room is different from usual. It is filled with nursing compartments one by one, like a cocoon. When the mecha passes through the first jump point, the protective gas will fill the entire space outside the nursing compartment to maximize the protection of members on the mecha.

Lu Bixing took his eyes back from Lin Jingheng's back, closed his eyes quietly, received rapid disinfection and full-body scan, stepped into the nursing compartment, and began to calm himself by counting his breaths. He thought that if he was just anxious, he could stay in the base and be anxious silently. Since he had boarded this mecha, it would be better to think about some useful things to distract himself - for example, who would ambush the one-eyed eagle? Private revenge, revenge? Or have other plans? Who among these people has the ability to mobilize a legion's strength?

Miscellaneous thoughts rose and fell in his heart like a tide, and he couldn't find a clue. At this moment, Lin Jingheng suddenly reached out and pressed the hatch that was about to fall.

Lu Bixing was stunned and looked at him in surprise. Lin Jingheng held one hand on the nursing cabin. The cold metal shell of the nursing cabin complemented his equally cold face. He seemed to want to say something, but he was born not good at this, so it was really difficult for him to improvise it temporarily. So Lin Jingheng was silent for a while, took Lu Bixing's hand without saying a word, gently opened his palm that was marked by his fingernails, and closed the design artwork in his personal terminal for him.

For some reason, just like this, Lu Bixing's emotions that he finally settled down almost broke.

Lin Jingheng lowered his eyelashes and said softly: "I'm by my side."

Lu Bixing grabbed his hand and tried his best, as if he wanted to pinch him into the palm of his hand with the belt.

After losing his composure for a second, he relaxed his hand slightly and squeezed out a smile at Lin Jingheng: "General, you are very sinister. Is it a legend that when you catch people the most vulnerable, you can take advantage of the situation and lose your virginity?"

Before Lin Jingheng could answer, Zhan Lu's voice had already sounded at Chongsanli: "The fuselage is pressurized, the power system is warmed up, please take all personnel in place--"

He then hurriedly lowered his head, put a little on the back of Lu Bixing's hand with the corner of his mouth, and released the nursing hatch.

The falling hatch door blocked the two people's eyes. Lu Bixing let out a long breath, and the corners of his eyes became hot.

With a "buzz", the advance team had already begun to take off, and the ground of the base trembled slightly as the mecha group rose and fell.

"Wait, what if you encounter an emergency halfway through?" On Saturday, I encountered this situation for the first time and was still worried when I lay in the nursing cabin. "Can you communicate in time?"

"There are usually no time to communicate in emergencies, and the driver has to do it cheaply." Bai Yinjiu next to him said, "Didn't you notice that the first driver of each mecha is above major... Oh, yes, there are not many majors now, don't worry, young people, these people have fought more battles than you have eaten, and their tacit understanding is no less than the ten fingers of a pianist."

Although they kept chasing Lin Jingheng and called General on Saturday, what level is the "Alliance General"? These eight-galaxy country bumpkins actually have no idea, but the "Major" knew it - at the junction of the seven-eight-galaxy, the person in charge of the Border Smuggling Administration was a major. Saturday was the descendant of the smuggler and was familiar with this major. He knew since he was a child that was a big belly and full of food all day long.

I was shocked on Saturday and couldn't help but ask a stupid question that I had never seen before: "Young, major, major, have you participated in the war yourself?"

The mecha took off and landed slowly and landed on the track. It was slightly shocked when it was docked. Bai Yinjiu next to him laughed out loud: "What is the major? You have been following the general until now, and seeing a major is still fresh? Do you know that there are only sixteen generals in the entire alliance? In your impression, are the senior officials of the Military Commission all holding the general's belly and domineering old fat guys?"

Zhou Saturday was dumbfounded: "...Isn't it?"

"Of course not! You have gained weight and have a poor image. If the media catches you, you will cause a public opinion storm. That is, the officers from remote areas dare to be so casual. In the Central Army/Committee of the Alliance, even the 300-year-old marshal must control his diet and body."

Saturday swallowed and was shocked by the Military Commission, which was more strict than the model team's requirements.

"Of course, when you get to this level, your main job is to maintain your image. There is only General Lin on the front line," Bai Yinjiu's smile gradually stopped and he paused. He said, "General Lu Xin was promoted to general because of his recovery of the Eighth Galaxy. General Lin was born in a peaceful era. Originally, his age and qualifications were not enough to reach this position. In addition to the complex political game, there is also part of the reason, because of our Ten Guards of Silver."

Zhou Saturday was born with ambition to climb up, very clever. He knew that Lin Jingheng had mixed the Self-Defense Force into Baiyinjiu. Although they were tortured by daily life, in order to promote them, he stared at his eyes while the mecha was warming up on the track.

"The 'Silver Ten Guards' were named because they have been stationed in the Silver Fortress. They are divided into ten units according to their different functions. Their predecessor was called 'Phantom'. Before the establishment of the Nova Alliance, they were the first mercenary group of interstellar pirates... Well, you can also understand that we are the most powerful interstellar pirates. At the last moment of the war, we recognized the Declaration of Freedom of the Alliance, and stood on the side of the Alliance, which laid the establishment of the legitimate regime of the Alliance government, but the Phantom was unfamiliar and refused to obey the control of the Military Commission. At that time, the Alliance needed support from all parties and could not slap the face, so we could only sign an equal contract with the Phantom - that is to say, other troops were accepted by the Military Commission, and we were hired by the Military Commission. This is the history of the Silver Ten Guards."

"For more than two hundred years, the alliance has changed. Many people have died and many have changed. But generations of the Ten Silver Guards have adhered to their commitments and traditions. Unless they have retired from the army, they will never leave the Silver Fortress for ten sailing days without war. They will never arm themselves and will never expand their teams. We swear to give up all our personal freedom and fight for the declaration of freedom. The only reserved right is that we can not recognize the command of our direct superiors, and the ten guards will be autonomous in emergencies.

.To date, we have not admitted many commanders, General Lu Xin is one, but later with the recovery of the eight major galaxies of the alliance, General Lu Xin began to participate in the overall management of the entire Military Commission. He felt that the Silver Ten Guards obeyed his orders and were suspected of raising private soldiers. In order to avoid suspicion, he announced that he would no longer directly manage the Silver Ten Guards." The cover of the nursing cabin slowly fell down, blocking Saturday's sight. At the last glance, he felt that there was a faint wind and frost on the face of the Silver Nine brother.

The sound of protective gas release sounded, and on Saturday he heard the man say vaguely: "To this point, we have broken up with the Alliance, and it is the Alliance that tear down the Declaration of Freedom first..."

A huge roar sounded, drowning his voice, and the protective gas was released, filling the entire space. The mecha group took Chong San as the core, and a ray of light passed through the Qimingxing's atmosphere like a light, heading straight to the first jump point. Without any communication, each mecha seemed to be a part of the other person, and was astonishingly cleaned.

The moment he passed through the jump point, Zhou Liu felt that the whole internal organ had fallen into a thousand pounds, and he wanted to drag his heart and liver out. His back was almost stuck to the mecha bulkhead. He had a terrible illusion, as if he was being torn inch by inch, and the confined space in the nursing compartment was aggravated this panic. Zhou Liu put his mouth and nose close to the oxygen port, gasping for breath, and using all his strength to restrain himself and not scream in panic.

He could not imagine how a driver in the same state kept calm with high intensity. After a moment of thinking, he almost felt a little scary.

However, no matter how high the speed is, it cannot catch up with the rescue of the One-Eyed Eagle, unless they have a super transition point that can explode the entire galaxy, allowing them to teleport accurately.

The one-eyed eagle hasn't experienced the feeling of being forced into a spiritual network for many years. When it was about to be cut off, he seemed to have hallucinations and heard the war song from a hundred years ago.

"We come from the Cape, closed the silent mountains,

In the wasteland abandoned by the stars, a war of smoke calling for freedom is lit.

hear……"

"Heard..." The one-eyed eagle's lips moved slightly, murmured with the lyrics that seemed to have been forgotten for many years, "The wind is roaring..."

Suddenly, he realized something, turned his head in disbelief to the communication channel that had been silent for a long time, and the faint singing sound flew out of the communication channel intermittently, gradually becoming clear. The play was the most widely spread version of the Liberty Alliance Army that year. That version had no skill, and the complex tunes were simplified to be almost straightforward. The chorus was not divided into high and low parts, but everyone's voices were mixed together, and it seemed particularly sincere because of its clumsiness.

"The wind is roaring, the blood is burning-"

A small mecha that had fled suddenly jumped out from behind the ambush, and a missile cut into the ambush unexpectedly. Whether it was a technology or a coincidence, it happened to hit the arsenal of a medium mecha.

The opponent's armament was obviously very sufficient. The movement of the arsenal's self-destruction was earth-shaking. The formation of the flank mecha groups was in chaos. Before they could react, another mecha jumped out of another jump point, firing a row of high-energy particles with nearly indiscriminate attacks, just sweeping over the remains just now. The missile fragments rolled up a deadly energy whirlwind and crashed into the enemy. At the same time, the fireman screamed in a howling sound in the communication channel: "Foots are leaping, the flag is falling-a-ah, friend--"

Another voice sounded: "Gray Wolf, runaway to the tune of the slap of Woto!"

"Gray Wolf" didn't have time to answer, and the No. 6 machine was about to leave, disappeared again in the jump point, and briefly disconnected from the communication channel, leaving only his singing voice of "three days of wandering around and endless nightmares".

The small mechas that had disappeared into the trackable range appeared one after another, like fleas that broke out, emerging from various cracks, shooting and changing places.

The enemy army corps were purged, but the number was too large, and it was a little inflexible. It was like an elephant tortured by mosquitoes, roaring in anger and uselessly.

They actually came back!

But what are these wastes doing when they come back?!

The old thing I had to find antihypertensive medicine to take when I jumped in emergency times. Shouldn’t I just run away with my tail and find a gutter to hide and wait for my death?

Do you really think that if you remember the lyrics clearly, you are still a hero?

The one-eyed eagle touched the medical cabin with pain, poked his arm in, and gave a second soothing agent. The violently twitching muscles were torn, and it made a "creaking" sound with bones. He screamed, barely maintaining the human-machine matching degree above 60%, and then plunged into the middle of the enemy camp filled with smoke. The high-energy particle cannon swept across the fuselage, the protective cover began to call the police, and the flying missile passed by him. At this moment, the No. 6, which had just disappeared, happened to be pointed out from another jump, and the gray wolf was still singing in a silence: "Ah, friend..."

He hadn't been on the battlefield for too long, and he was so passionate that he chose the wrong route and hit a stray bullet head-on.

The stray bullet blocked his No. 6 aircraft at the transition point. Ten missiles were left in the mecha arsenal, and violently self-destructed together with the energy system next to it. Because the tyrannical energy had the risk of detonating the transition point, the surrounding mechas received an alarm at the same time and dispersed. The anti-missile system of the One-Eyed Eagle fired the last missile, took the opportunity to break the way forward, and rushed out of the enemy's encirclement, rushing towards the transition point covered by wreckage like gambling.

In the communication channel, the recording of songs uploaded by other people's mechas is still continuing.

"Ah, my friend, come with us, take off your shackles and raise your sails."

The One-Eyed Eagle won the bet, and the energy of the No. 6 explosion was almost the same as the detonation transition point. At the last moment, he rushed over, and the fragments of the wreckage scraped against his only protective cover. The fine sparks jumped in revelation due to the leakage of combustible gases, fleeting, and still like an out-of-tune song.

The one-eyed eagle breaking through happened to meet William's No. 10, and the two met briefly in the communication channel.

The one-eyed eagle's voice was hoarse, and he asked him as if he was about to break the sound: "Does everyone have an underground waterway map?"

William Yu: "We've passed it on!"

"Then let's go, don't gather!" said the one-eyed eagle, "We each find a way to get to the end!"

The coordinates of the last alarm that Lin Jingheng and the others received were near this. As long as the commander they sent had a brain, they would definitely sneak in from the underground channel that the enemy didn't know. What if there was a glimmer of hope, they could drag reinforcements until the arrival of?

William Yu suddenly said: "The only people who know our itinerary are the old friends I visited along the way, right?"

"Nonsense," the one-eyed eagle cursed, and at the same time tasted the salty smell that flowed into the corner of his mouth. He felt it was sweating. "Fuck/Fuck, let me know which bitch I raised it. I will go back to kill his whole family as a ghost! They caught up and left separately!"

The two mechas passed by at their respective full speed. The connection between them was like a long spider silk, stretched to the limit, but it was still quickly broken. In the vast universe, no one could see anyone.

When William passed through another jump point, most of the pressure of the pursuers was shared by the one-eyed eagle. He passed through several jump points in a continuous manner like a hide-and-seek manner, and the surroundings became quiet. According to the agreement, he temporarily got rid of the pursuers. He should immediately rush to the underground channel and wait for his companions to escape and return.

William Yu put the map of the underground channel very large, and the entire mecha bulkhead was covered with small highlights marked encrypted hidden jump points, like escape channels.

At that time, the Alliance Army, which freed the Eighth Galaxy from the shadow of the rainbow virus, also came in from the underground channel, thinking.

He looked at it for a moment and started to modify the underground waterway map.

Inspector Yu was a scout in the Free Alliance Army that year. He has explored countless roads and personally participated in the revision of hundreds of military waterway maps. Although he has not used it for more than a hundred years and has almost returned the skills to General Lu Xin, based on the original waterway map, it is still barely possible to modify a fake map that is fake and real.

After doing this, he entered a series of coordinates through the remote communication network of the transition points around him - they were all planets and space bases they had walked along the way. The remote communication was soon connected in the military song of the Free Alliance Army, and the coordinates of William appeared at the contact stations at several locations at almost the same time.

The person on duty at the contact station immediately reported and uploaded it. More than 20 communication screens appeared in front of William, with different expressions on them. Among them were indifferent friends who swept the snow in front of the door, and there were also betrayers who sharpened their knives secretly.

William Yu didn't say anything and directly played the space video recorded on the mecha military recorder. From their being surrounded, to the one-eyed eagle who was alone and almost covered everyone to escape, to the escaped people coming back, the gray wolf was hit by stray bullets, and everyone broke through...

If this is a "wild wolf pack", it is probably the clumsy bunch of wild wolves ever.

William's hand trembled, sending a distress signal to everyone, and the interstellar waterway map he had just made. In the empty mecha, the song of the Free Alliance Army was coming to an end.

Yu William set off to adjust his coordinates and flew away following the fake interstellar waterway map.

Those headless flies-like pursuers will soon receive messages from the traitor and catch up, so...what are the others who receive his coordinates and ask for help?

Will you continue to watch coldly?

Will you hear the song of the Free Alliance?

William Yu didn't know that he thought he might not be the one who personally supported the Eighth Galaxy.

He is just an ordinary scout.
Chapter completed!