Him and their stars

"What do you mean? We are going to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the readiness of all equipment and weapons in the next few days?" Brigadier General Gore, the new Lushun garrison commander and commander of the 8th Community Marine Division, looked at He looked at the engineer next to him, as if he suspected that the other person was teasing him.

The Brigadier actually already knew that this engineer named Summers, although young, was a very reliable technical master. In other words, there are no such outstanding engineers in the entire New World colonies. Otherwise, the hot-tempered general might have shot someone.

Even so, he still looked like you were kidding me: "In this galaxy, there are now 12,000 automatic sentry guns, divided into twenty types. There are also three fortresses... Well, although they are ordinary stars It was modified from Hong Kong, but it should also be considered a fortress. There are also more than 10,000 combat robots of various types on the surface of the planet, and on the sea and various islands."

"That's why the last debugging is needed. Don't worry, we don't need to check everything. We just need to use the central information terminal to do some statistics." Summers from the Engineers Guild said.

"Just, it's that simple?" General Gore couldn't help but express doubts. He is an old-school soldier, and he always feels that the so-called threat equipment should be wearing protective clothing, holding a hammer on his head, and tapping on the fire line on the tank lying on the nest. This method of hiding behind the keyboard always feels a bit too difficult.

There are no good products easily. Old-school people all have this understanding.

"This system is the product of our reverse research and development through the ancient technology in the New Yumen No. 1 ruins. In addition to taking over all automatic weapons in the entire galaxy, it can also remotely perform status checks and even control other unmanned aerial vehicles. Machine for maintenance," Summers added.

"This sounds a bit like a scene from a movie." Brigadier General Gore became even more suspicious: "Boss... well, the main terminal was disconnected, and millions of machines were all scrapped at once."

"Hahaha, we have also seen this kind of movie, so we try to avoid this situation. In fact, even if the empire launches strong photon interference in the new Lushun area, it can still keep one or two control lines open, and it will not Total loss of control." Summers laughed heartily: "This is based on a cybernetic system, we pass..."

"Don't, don't, don't. You don't need to describe it in too much detail. I can't understand it anyway. If you say it in too much detail, I'll think you're mocking me. Just tell me what it can do. That's it. " Brigadier General Gore's eyes lit up: "However, since it is the enlightened person's reverse research, it should be very sharp. "

"It can increase the combat efficiency of automatic weapons in the galaxy. The bombardment and dodge of automatic turrets will be more organized, and the interception of robots will be more intelligent, and they can even do some tactical coordination."

"that's all?"

"That's it. General. Although I look like this, I still firmly believe that people are fundamental. Only people can determine the future of the universe." The electronic light in Summers' right eye jumped.

The old-school General Gore is actually a highlander, but he also knows that the "people" the other party refers to should be in a broad sense, referring to all intelligent races.

"But, I am short of men now. The garrison of New Port Arthur in Nuovo University only has my half-battered division and the local garrison. In total, I don't know if there are even two people who can shoot. Thousands of people.”

What the tauren general said is a bit unfair.

His Eighth Marine Division was a group of veterans who retreated to New Port Arthur to rest and recuperate after suffering heavy losses in the attack on Devil's Throat Fortress during the War of Resentment. There were a total of five to six thousand veterans. In addition, although the ocean planet New Lushun is not as good as the terrestrial Xin Yumen, it still has nearly one million residents.

If fully mobilized, we can still produce more than ten or two hundred thousand bayonets.

Of course, everyone knows that it doesn’t really matter whether we mobilize or not. New Port Arthur cannot be defended. Even with so many automatic turrets and robots, it is impossible to cause too much damage to the empire. At most, it will only add to the obstruction.

"Will the Empire really come?" Brigadier General Gore asked himself. However, after the hesitation flashed across his face, he shook his head and said: "It's better for the Empire to come. Before the Empire came, Lushun became like this. If he didn't come, wouldn't we have suffered all this in vain? ”

It is now March 20, 833 of the common calendar. The new Lushun star port on the border of the once prosperous Blue Star Community has not experienced any war in the war that has lasted for more than half a year, but it is completely quiet like a remote port. A starry border outpost.

Not to mention the passing merchant ships and passenger ships, even the supply ships from Xinyumen in the rear have dropped to a frequency of once a month.

However, during the Condemnation War, and later in the so-called "Fragrant Waterway Development Plan" and the peace plan of a generation, this star port was clearly the most prosperous trade hub of the Blue Star Community in the New World - although the Community was also the most prosperous trade hub in the New World. There are only two inhabited star systems - transport ships and passenger ships from home countries come and go, gathering here. They rushed to the Dawn Star Territory and all over the New World, but they also left behind all their wealth.

As a result, some smart people invested in large-scale orbital hotels and commercial stores in New Lushun.

If it can be successfully built, there will be 10,000 dome villas, 100,000 hotel-style apartments, 800,000 guest rooms, and an orbital hotel that includes an orbital ecological park, amusement park, casino and shopping mall, which will appear in the starry sky of the New World.

At that time, this hotel alone can become a landmark of this galaxy, right?

However, we all know what happened later. Happy construction plans are always destroyed by wars that are not happy at all.

Let's not consider whether the investors of the hotel have to pat their butts and go to the rooftop. Anyway, the half-built orbital hotel was demolished on the spot.

Of course, it was the people of the Engineers' Guild who made this suggestion. They believed that it was unrealistic to convert the half-built hotel into a fortress, and it would be better to demolish it and use it to reinforce other military bases.

Admiral Carter, the commander of the New World Theater, said that the Engineers' Guild was right! Although Admiral Carter was known as the commander of the New World Theater, he could only manage the narrow New World colonial defense zone of New Yumen and New Lushun.

Anyway, half a year after the outbreak of the war, the space hotel, which had been half built, was left with only a thin frame, which looked even more miserable than a skeleton. Of course, this is understandable.

In the New Lushun planet, there is such an underground base 1,500 meters away from the sea surface and 1,000 meters away from the seabed. The elevator materials used by the base personnel to travel between the sea surface and the underground are the sightseeing elevators from the orbital hotel.

Of course, since it is a base built under the sea, its importance can be imagined.

In fact, this is the second central base of the New Lushun defense system. If the base in the orbital star port is destroyed, it will serve as a substitute command center, start the backup information terminal, and take over all automatic equipment and robots.

In addition, they are also obliged to take over the unified command of all combat units.

In this way, the internal passages and living space of this base under the deep sea are slightly cramped, but this is only for people after all, and it is even more unfriendly to Brigadier General Gore, a Torun minotaur who is nearly two and a half meters tall.

At this moment, the aged minotaur general tried to bury his huge body in the sofa, looking at the array table flashing with various light screens and data, looking at various tables that made him dizzy, he felt like he was reading a heavenly book composed of some terrible and mysterious magic words.

He looked at Mr. Summers, the consultant of the Engineers' Guild.

This young cyborg engineer was leading a whole platoon of military technical sergeants to start a comprehensive inspection.

At this moment, in the eyes of General Gore, this cyborg brother was clearly a wizard. However, having said that, for a fighter like him who had no culture and fought with blood and courage, psychic power or technology were actually the same as witchcraft. High-level psychics or cyborgs who were incomprehensible were all wizard-like figures.

The general threw his body on the sofa chair in the corner of the headquarters, trying to make his huge body fully save space in the room. He looked at the faint flashes jumping around him, and looked at Summers who was holding the terminal and crackling. In just three minutes, the old minotaur felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. He was now sure that he was indeed a hopeless student.

So, his eyes were on the observation platform directly opposite him, where three technical sergeants were working - of course, it was more like staring at various data on the screen in a daze. Their job was to read and analyze the real-time situation of deep space probes at the border of the colony and determine the enemy's situation.

In short, it was an observation tower in the space age.

This observation tower system also has a set in the sky starport. This forms the so-called double insurance.

However, in the past year, the technical sergeants on the observation tower had no room to perform. Two observation platforms, three shifts and ten observation groups with substitutes, more than half a company of personnel, all of whom were excellent technical sergeants with sharp eyes and ears, but they were treated like salary thieves.

The Minotaur General was bored and counted the ticks on the screen, sniffing the almost saturated damp smell in the room, feeling like a salted fish pickled in a can... no, salted beef.

So he took out the hidden sugarcane sweet wine from the pocket of his jacket.

Summers saw this scene, but didn't say anything.

If it was the old me, of course I would be very disgusted with drinking at work, even if the other party was a general, he would definitely confront him in person, but now it doesn't matter.

Although General Gore is the garrison commander of this new Lushun, he is actually more like a mascot. In fact, if the war had not happened, he would have played such a role.

Summers even thought about asking the other party for a drink later. It is said that this Minotaur General's family is a private brewing workshop, and he himself is also a good craftsman. He has accumulated a brewing pool in New Lushun and is still very popular.

And at this time, a device in his brain began to tremble in his head like a buzzer. The cyborg engineer bared his teeth, stood up, looked at the observation terminal, and then walked to the monitoring screen, but it was still pitch black.

The three technical sergeants in charge of monitoring were startled and looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

But the one who was also shocked was General Gore. He downed his sugarcane cordial in one gulp, jumped up, and hit his head on the ceiling.

"You are so shocked!" The general said loudly, regardless of the pain.

"Here they come," said the engineer.

General Gore paused. Even if he really has no nerves, he still knows who "they" refer to.

"I only saw blackness... Moo?"

On the dark screen, a flicker finally appeared, like a ripple on the surface of a deep, silent lake that made people think. It was like a monster hiding under the abyss. Thinking of the pond, he exhaled a smelly smell.

The tauren couldn't help but swallowed, but he still managed to smile and said, "But this is just a signal."

"They are coming," Summers repeated.

You, this person, can actually move faster than the signal of gravitational waves? What kind of strange species is this? General Gore looked at the engineer no longer like he was looking at a wizard, but more like he was looking at God.

However, Summers himself had almost completely calmed down and said thoughtfully: "However, it will take at least twenty hours to get here. I will complete the last monitoring immediately. Then..."

The engineer paused, a trace of hesitation flashing across his face.

But the tauren general had already laughed loudly: "Then you go back to New Yumen. Young man, there are more robots, more soldiers, and more strategic depth space, which is your stage. You are all You have helped me set up several reserve headquarters, I will try my best to hold on for as long as possible..."

"If possible..."

"If things must go against my will, I will also be very aware of current affairs. This is something I have discussed with Chief Carter, but you, as an adviser, cannot say it. Oh, the situation we have here, as long as a shot is fired, it will be worthy of the earth and Nixi President Ta." Brigadier General Gore patted Summers on the shoulder: "It's you, young man. There is more space to move around in the new Yumen than here, but because of this, I am worried about you. And what unrealistic ideas does Chief Carter have?”

Because the Tauren General was so frank, Summers was speechless for a while.

After nearly half a minute, he forced out an unnatural smile: "If I tell you, we are actually prepared not to resist. Do you believe it?"

"I am uneducated, but you can't think me stupid! Haha, I have been staying in Xinyumen for more than half a year. I have seen that Tulong Port has been evacuated, and I have seen those fierce sand Folk boy, haha, it would be great if you were my soldier. I have also seen those ancient giants buried under the yellow sand."

"Yeah, so we did plan on not resisting."

"Is this some kind of subtle tactic?" the tauren general asked doubtfully.

The engineer did not answer. In the end, he just responded with a noncommittal smile, and then performed a military salute.

The tauren general looked at the other party's overly standard, community military salute that had undergone long-term professional training. He was slightly startled, but seemed to understand something and responded with a smile.

As a result, the scene was immediately filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere, as if a comrade was bidding farewell.

The other officers were a little restless. They looked at the black screen on the observation screen and the flickering light spots, and felt that the current situation was a bit exaggerated.

There is indeed only one signal at the moment, and it should only be from a scout ship.

As soon as this thought crossed their minds, the flickering on the screen became obviously lively, and the beating light spots flashed frequently, as if it had changed from a dark and silent pool to a hornet's nest that had been punctured.

After a year-long wait, they did come.