40,000 Years of Cultivation

"hateful……"

Every word in the forum was like hot steel nails, stabbing Meng Lichuan's eyes, piercing her chest, and burning her palms.

She may not stand at such a high strategic height, and firmly believe in the principle of "the death of the lips and the cold of the teeth".

It was just her inborn stubbornness that made her unable to bear failure-especially in the first important strategic deduction that she participated in on behalf of the "Moon Demon Team", such a vain failure.

"Dididi!"

When the cooling time is up, she can join the battle group again.

Taking a deep breath, condensing the mind and soul, Meng Lichuan sank into the nerve interaction fluid again, but seeing a series of colorful data streams with her closed eyes, she once again entered the strategic deduction.

This time, she played the role of a senior staff member supporting the fleet, and was also responsible for transporting fuel, ammunition and space shuttle to the front line where it was most needed. If possible, dragging the damaged starship back with the wounded. Emergency repairs were carried out in the large maintenance fort at the rear, and at least 35 percent of the combat effectiveness was restored.

In an instant, the torrent of data, the whirlpool of information, the meteor shower composed of various calculations, graphs and curves hit her mind.

In this kind of expert-level strategic deduction, you can hardly see the "starships lined up in a battle line, the space shuttle and the crystal armor battle group, the giants of the gods opened their stomachs, and smashed the dead" that ordinary audiences would love to see. In scenes like this, the war has been extremely simplified or restored to its original appearance-countless cold data changes, each data represents a starship or thousands of lives, the disappearance of the data is more than the annihilation of a chess piece. Even more trivial, and Meng Lichuan must be as cruel as possible, not to think about the meaning behind these numbers or chess pieces, and to send them to the place where they "deserve to die" as accurately as possible.

This is not an easy job.

She was under pressure even more than the real Xinghai Fleet staff and commander.

Because in the real Star Sea Wars, she would never be allowed to master so much data alone, and to dispatch so many starships, there would be many staff officers, captains, and commanders at all levels to help her share the pressure. She just had to be one of them. Just a simple screw.

And here, Meng Lichuan had to process hundreds of messages every second to accurately allocate the last batch of materials of the Federal Army to the front where it was most needed.

It’s good to have data to process. More often, when the enemy launches high-intensity psychic interference, cutting off all her data sources, she is like a blind man galloping on a cliff, she can only rely on "intuition." , "Talent" plus a little bit of "lucky" to determine the supply of materials.

Under the double impact of the super-heavy calculation load and the beast-like mental pressure, in just half an hour, Meng Lichuan's brain once again broke through the limit of fatigue and reached the edge of collapse.

In a trance, she couldn't tell whether she was carrying out a virtual strategic deduction, or she was really on the cruel battlefield, watching her fleet fall into the abyss of destruction.

The rows of boring data and intricate graphs all turned into lifelike illusions.

Meng Lichuan seemed to see that countless federal starships caught fire and burned on the edge of the polar world, turning into screaming butterflies.

It also seemed to see that the dark starry sky was torn open with **** wounds, and more, faster and more ferocious Saint Alliance starships crossed the wormhole and descended on their heads.

Under the disturbance of stellar radiation, the invisible light waves lasing from the naval guns of the two sides all exudes magnificent and terrifying brilliance. The light is staggered, twisted, blended and entangled, just like countless mottles appear suddenly in the star sea And the gorgeous snakes bite each other and swallowed.

The serpent representing the Federation was uncontrollably swallowed by the serpent representing the Holy League.

"No, absolutely not!"

Meng Lichuan gritted his teeth, and the power that burst out of nowhere, the calculation power was increased by five times in an instant. Every supply ship under her command was like her nerve endings, and she was extremely accurate and just right to put it in place.

On the front she is in charge of, the firepower output intensity of the Federal Army has instantly doubled, and countless Saint Alliance starships have been annihilated in the glorious sea of ​​flames. Many senior team members have sent out "appreciation" to her newcomer in the communication channel. "The expression.

It is a pity that in the magnificent duel of nearly a million starships, the individual's strength is after all small. No matter how brave Meng Lichuan is on this front, it will not be able to restore the decline of dozens of other fronts.

What's more, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. When Meng Lichuan ran out of the last batch of supplies and all her supply ships turned into empty iron cans, she was completely gone!

"Lichuan, your brainwaves are not at the right level, so quickly exit, quickly exit the strategic deduction!"

Vaguely, Meng Lichuan heard a voice calling in his ear anxiously.

"Damn, damn, damn, how could we lose? This deduction is a mess, chaos!"

Meng Lichuan blushed, turning a deaf ear to the warning sound in his ear, piercing through the chaotic data, and shooting at the non-existent Saint League fleet.

"Lichuan, you are going to get into trouble, get out of it, hurry!"

The voice continued to shout.

What Meng Lichuan heard were the ridicules, ridicules, screams and frustrated sighs on the forum.

"Fart, we won't lose, I won't just admit defeat like this!"

Meng Lichuan gritted his teeth, every brain cell was boiling, burning and exploding.

"Forced quit, forcibly quit!"

The voice in the ear screamed.

The data in front of Meng Lichuan jumped wildly, showing that a Saint League fleet had discovered her small supply fleet.

The acceleration and steering flexibility of the opposing warship was much higher than her transport ship, and she had nowhere to escape.

Meng Lichuan snorted coldly, and without hesitation, he manipulated the supply ship under his command into a frontal formation-but because of the setting of the director team, the "morale" and "command level" of her fleet fell to the bottom. Even the posture of "burning jade and stone" is difficult to pose.

As a result, she was not ready to "go to death generously", and the enemy rushed into her fleet like a hungry tiger. The numbers in front of Meng Lichuan turned into shining meteors, and the meteors gathered into a bleak white light, bringing her soul to life. Completely suffocated, she fainted without even cursing the last swear word.

...

Meng Lichuan slept the deepest sleep in his life.

I also had the most, most terrifying, and most absurd nightmares.

Most of the nightmares were related to Star Wars. She was like falling into a sticky swamp. The swamp was filled with grease. Then, the grease was ignited. She watched the heads of herself and her companions, and they burned.

I don't know how many times this nightmare was repeated before Meng Lichuan reluctantly opened his scarlet eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time before confirming that he was awake.

But she still had a splitting headache, as if someone had split her head and forced a starship into it.

The smell of disinfectant water floating in the air, and the monitoring equipment next to it made her confirm that she was lying in the medical cabin of the hospital.

It should have been a long time, until she thought hard for a while before she remembered what she was doing "last moment".

"Game, I'm playing!"

Meng Lichuan's heart tightened, and she sat up abruptly, only to feel that the sky was spinning, the starship in her head opened fire fiercely, and she slammed her back again. By the way, her ears were ringing and her eyes were staring at Venus.

"Hey, what are you doing? I want to lie down for three more days and three nights!"

A billowing face, looking at some "silly" faces, appeared above the medical cabin and looked at her with a smile.

"Sister Tao!"

Meng Lichuan blushed pretty face and yelled a little embarrassedly.

"Sister Tao" is named Jiang Baitao. She is a veteran first-line member of the "Moon Demon Team" and the senior who brought Meng Lichuan into the door hand in hand. According to the rules of the cultivation world, even if she is her "guide", the two naturally have friendship. Very shallow.

"My head hurts, me, what's wrong with me, Sister Tao?"

Meng Lichuan pressed his temples and took a few deep breaths, "The game, we are still in the game, why did you come out?"

"There is bad news and good news."

Jiang Baitao laughed and said, "The bad news is that you are desperate to stir up your brain cells, soaring computing power, almost bursting your brain blood vessels, and falling into the most serious psychosis. You have been lying in the hospital for three days and three nights. The fateful little girl.

"The good news is that'almost' getting into a madness means that there is no meaning to getting into a madness. Not only will you not leave the slightest sequelae, but you will also'break through the battle,' without even noticing it, you have even risen several levels! Of course, the specific brain condition will be known after a series of tests. When you are well raised, let's talk about it slowly!

"In short, three days ago, your performance was'shocked as a man'. Now the entire strategy deduction center knows that there is such a desperate little girl as you. Not only did many strong people in the Dark Moon Foundation call you For detailed information, gearing up to focus on training you, even the military, Yaoshi Group and major sects are very interested in you, thinking that you have unlimited potential and want to dig you over, hey hey hey, don’t you Will you leave the'Sister Tao' who treated you so well, right?"

"what……"

Meng Lichuan was a little embarrassed, her cheeks were slightly red.

In the past, such good news is enough to make her jump three feet high, singing and dancing.

However, after experiencing such a tragic Star Sea War, she suddenly didn't care so much about the level of her personal realm.

"The game-is it over?"

Meng Lichuan saw Jiang Baitao's calm and happy smile, and a faint gleam appeared in her heart, "Could it be that at our last moment, the miracle reversed, unexpectedly-won?"

"Reversing a ghost, they were all hit to the point where they had run out of ammunition and food, and the entire army was wiped out. How could they win? Of course, they lost. The biggest defeat in the past year, alas, what a shame!"

Jiang Baitao said very simply.

"Hey?"

Meng Lichuan was puzzled and murmured, "If we lost, we actually lost. Then, why does Taozi feel so relaxed, and even so happy?"

"happy?"

Jiang Baitao rubbed his fat face and said with a smile, "Probably I am happy to see you wake up safe and sound?"

"Oh, what's the use of waking up? We will lose after all. Now we must be scolded to the blood on the forum, right?"

Meng Lichuan said depressed, "There are also public opinion polls. How many people support the'immediate dispatch of troops'? 20%? 10%? Not even 5% is gone, right?"

"Uh, this..."

Jiang Baitao’s expression suddenly became strange, and he gave a dry cough, and said, “Now the comprehensive polls of the three authoritative forums show that 68% of people support'immediate dispatch of troops' and 17% who are uncertain. Only 15% of the people who think twice are left, and over time, the proportion of people who support'immediate troops' is still increasing.

"what?"

Meng Lichuan was dumbfounded, sat up straight again, and went back straight again, ignoring his dizziness, but screamed, "Is there any mistake, how could this happen!"