Imperfections

At this point, the playful exercise had been going on for more than four hours, because the anti-tracking system only turned on the basic functions. Soon, everyone was familiar with it in the process of anxious eyes.

After being familiar with it, the process of tracking and anti-tracking was skipped, and the exercise began to change from fighting wisdom to biting each other.

The "Self-Defense Force No. 1" drove on Saturday was flexible in operation and bold and careful. He did work harder than everyone else. Unfortunately, the **** in his early years was rotten. After the Self-Defense Force separated, many people saw him as unpleasant. At this time, the rest of the court spontaneously held a group and besieged him together.

Saturday was a little bit smarter than the others, and it was n’t much smarter. In this situation, he was quickly hit by virtual missiles and had to leave the court. In the exercise field, only twenty people's self-defense forces were annihilated. .

This made them crazy slogans and drills a while ago, a joke that was not convincing. People love jokes, so the applause and roaring sounds in the square are even stronger.

Lin Jingheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the mechs that bumped into each other like a bumper car in the exercise field, extinguishing the cigarette butts.

The one-eyed eagle shook his head: "You are truly smart. I tell you, Lin Jingheng-otherwise, you will let go of everything and fight for world peace for life, three provinces a day, and become a saint completely. Otherwise, you will be nothing Do n’t be jealous. If you want to kill someone, just **** it directly, kill him with a happy vote, regardless of life or death—what kind of thing are you stuck in the middle? Oh, you have hatred, bear humiliation in your stomach, small actions one by one I hit my face with my mouth full of righteousness. Why, do you still think you are strange?

He said such a long string, still not addictive, and reached out and pointed Lin Jingheng: "Shame!"

Lin Jingheng lost his cigarette **** without expression: "I gave you a face, right?"

The brief peace between the two could not support a half-time break, and the smell of gunpowder faintly appeared. Lin Jingheng suddenly remembered something, and calmed his temper in time. He said to the one-eyed eagle, "Hey, let me ask you something."

The one-eyed eagle scorned sneer on the youthful face of two hundred years old: "You ask me, what am I? Is Zhanlu's search engine?"

Lin Jingheng ignored: "Have you heard of the" son-in-law project "?"

The one-eyed eagle smiled suddenly: "What?"

"On Beijing's β star, I had Zhan Lu scan his genes three times, and they didn't match three times." Lin Jingheng stared at the expression of the one-eyed eagle. "He had a protective device in his brain, which was implanted illegally for the first time. The chip was accidentally damaged and was discovered by Zhan Lu, so I got the genotype of his brain tissue. "

Suddenly caught off guard, Lin Jingheng put the two people's unspoken things on the table, and the one-eyed eagle was caught by surprise.

"You worked hard to hide for so many years, and suddenly you found out that I knew the secret, but I just avoided it. I never even questioned me, how did I confirm his life. It ’s unreasonable for you, brother Lu. I see, it's more like a secret is hiding another secret, you're afraid of saying more wrong, right? "

The one-eyed eagle's mouth was dead there, and the smiley lines that did not converge seemed to tear his face, exposing the dark texture under the skin and experiencing a century of war.

"You are not a good person for keeping secrets. Since you don't like the imaginary things in the league, then I will speak straight." Lin Jingheng said with a low voice and said, "The protection in his brain What does the device protect? Where does it come from? Why are the brain genes and the body mismatched? Does he-and you, have anything to do with that son-in-law plan? "

He pressed hard, seeing poorly, and the one-eyed eagle's eyelids began to jump wildly, pressing his hands subconsciously on the laser gun on the lower back.

Lin Jingheng didn't mean to evade concession in any way—this is the mech station, the vast mech spirit network is his territory, and no one can murder Admiral Lin in the mech group.

The two were deadlocked for a while. There was a cheer from the square, and the exercise was completely over. The "Lao Tzu World First" team might be named too soiled, with bad luck, struggling, and still did not escape the bottom of the fate, watching the crowd They shouted in unison: "Dissolution! Dissolution!"

A lively comedy effect was added to this unsuspecting inner fight.

The one-eyed eagle is absolutely true and not suitable for keeping secrets. He didn't say a word, but a series of reactions have leaked everything.

Lin Jingheng looked at him, pumped a bit fiercely in his heart, and slowly nodded: "Okay, I have some."

"If you still remember Lu Xin being good to you, if you still have a bit of conscience," the one-eyed eagle rolled his throat for a moment and squeezed out a sentence, "You don't touch this again, it's been thirty years. And it will not get in your way. "

Lin Jingheng took a deep look at him, turned and walked outside the mech station.

"Stop!" The one-eyed eagle called him loudly. "Also, if you don't want Lu Xin's ghost to knock on your door in the middle of the night, you should use your wealthy puppet means on my son, which is disgusting."

Lin Jingheng walked for a while, suspecting that he had a hearing problem: "What did you say?"

"Don't understand? Then I'll say it again," the one-eyed eagle gritted his teeth and glared at him. "Dear Admiral Lin, don't always think of others as country folks who haven't seen the world before, I know you are full of free and civilized fervor What kind of goods are you trusting? Do n’t use your tricks and tricks on my son, do I make it clear? "

It is very clear, second only to the famous saying in the ancient saying, "How much do you want to leave my son?"

Lin Jingheng said, "Are you sick?"

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps, and involuntarily replayed the one-eyed eagle's high theory. Lin Jingheng couldn't help but feel that the strength of the retaliation was not enough. So after a dozen meters, he turned back and hit again: "Can you find some medicine to eat yourself?"

At this time, a surveillance camera in the corner of the mech station turned around, and there were only a few people with authority. Don't even think about who is behind the surveillance.

The one-eyed eagle raised his head with extreme sensitivity and yelled at the monitor: "What are you looking at!"

Lin Jingheng also stared at the monitor with a lawsuit, shut his mouth firmly, and walked away.

Lu Bixing sighed at Lin Jingheng, who disappeared into the surveillance camera, closed the video, and blocked the old Persian cat with eyebrows. He suspected that the one-eyed eagle and Lin Jingheng might be a natural enemy.

The armed reserve of the base was invigorated by Lu Bixing, each took a sigh of relief, and from the sky, the originally juggling teams became tense and clear-cut, almost separated the Chu River and Han Realms, and did not say hello. To pass by.

From this day on, the situation at the base became more complicated every day.

The anti-tracking system is overlaying new functions every day. At the beginning, it is very simple to fold the signal once. After more than ten days, the number of folds is increasing. A mech emits signals. After passing the anti-tracking system, it can often A small labyrinth was folded around, and it became more and more difficult to technically overcome the anti-tracking system. The exercise was forced to move from simple and rough bumper car movement to the tactical and strategic level.

There are fewer and fewer teams in the field, and the list of teams on the multimedia screen is shrinking day by day. At the beginning there were 19 teams, which could not be written in one line, but now there is only a small part.

As soon as the eliminated team members landed, they would be tragically endlessly ridiculed and coaxed by the onlookers. They often left unwillingly and would join other teams the next day. After the dissolution of the old team, past comrades often chose to join different teams because of differences of opinion and personal relationships, and then became opponents. The relationship between these new enemies and the old friends was delicate, adding more variables to the exercise.

"Allies", "Betrayal", "Infernal Affairs" and "Anti-Intrigue" were staged in turns, and everyone was dazzled.

Faced with newcomers who are constantly joining, the old people of the surviving team are constantly running through and confirming their position in the team. Therefore, the teams participating in the exercise have formed their own organization and rules very efficiently between contradictions and conflicts. There is even internal hierarchy and interaction.

Daily high-intensity physical training is anti-human, but it is extremely fun to fight with people-especially the audience.

Residents of the base are like the ancients who had to chase the World Cup against jet lag in the ancient times. They did not watch the small movies, and rushed to the square regularly every day to watch live drills. The audience are not high-quality, not only to show merciless ridicule to the losers in the field, but also to fight each other because of inconsistent opinions.

In this atmosphere, the surviving team has long lost the mentality of the exercise. In addition to the highly concentrated four and a half hours a day, they must come back to discuss tactics, or try their best to trick their opponents to trip. .

In the past, the pilots of these two knives dropped the line once in space, and they had to have a concussion for a week, leaving behind an indelible psychological shadow. Now they can be beaten up every day without dropping the line two or three times. After taking part in the exercise, the four students who specialize in fishing outside the field have greatly improved the man-machine matching with the mech, with each person growing by 15% on average, becoming skilled workers dragging drones.

When there were only three teams left in the exercise field, Lu Bixing announced that the anti-tracking system test was completed and could be officially applied, and the exercise was suspended.

Of the three teams, the Self-Defense Force on Saturday was the least. Since the first day of the exercise, the Self-Defense Force has begun to besieged. Later, the siege became a habit. They were also classified as "public enemy". The crowd seemed to have any deep hatred with them. At the beginning of each exercise, the first task was to hold the team in a tacit manner and get the Self-Defense Force out of the game. In this case, the Self-Defense Force stumbled to the end and was beaten and used to combat. The responses began to stand out, almost becoming a short and powerful "powerhouse."

The one with the largest number is called "Golden Warriors". Because of the word "Gold", it has attracted a large number of fans. Each time they play a hundred mechs, they can account for half. The boss of the "Golden Warrior" is a woman who looks indifferent, named Foucault. When Sister Stinky was in charge of the Self-Defense Forces, she was one of the regular members of the veteran. She rarely expressed her opinion. She didn't make much claim, but every time she was there, she somehow talked about seniority, and everyone else could always think of her.

There is also a clan called "iron-face ride"-"iron-faced selfless" "iron-faced". The name is very righteous, the moral level is very low, is a shameless rogue clan. The first to buy spies and send traitors to their competitors was the laxative. They have a boss with a sharp-mouthed monkey gill. No one remembers his name. His nickname is "weasel". When he was young, he was a mixed underground black market. Guest, we are now two hundred years old. Weasel is still a pure mean man without changing the "heroic character".

Lin Jingheng focused on the third and asked Zhan Lu to cooperate with Lu Bixing. It took three days to install the anti-tracking system that hastily made it online, conducted the last field test, and it worked well ... even beyond Lin Jingheng's imagination.

After this anti-tracking system was launched, once the signal sent by the base was captured and tracked, there would be three hundred indistinguishable forks in front of those who tracked them, and the probability of finding the coordinates of the base was one in three.

What kind of project is this?

If it is in Votor, the Alliance Military Commission must hold at least six hearings before finalizing the plan. After bidding, construction, and acceptance, it must take at least one year. Before the official launch, the Military Commission appointed an approval team to organize the test. Test for half a year. People feed on horses, rebate on oil, plus the mismatch of academic engineers and frontline troops who have not been on the battlefield, conflicts and frictions, and repeatedly restricts each other. Such a sophisticated anti-tracking system can be successfully completed in two. In the year, hundreds of millions of one galaxy coins are not a problem.

Lin Jingheng finally checked it manually, adjusted it against the interstellar channel map, and secretly admired, he was inexplicably proud. To him, Lu Bixing was like a rare flower. Even if he had been lost in the barren soil, he had endured countless winds and frosts that he could not detect and could not imagine. He had splendid colors on his own.

Admiral Lin rarely gave a very high evaluation: "If I was in the Silver Fortress, I would cut the entire military team."

Lu Bixing said modestly: "This is very rough and can only be used for emergency. After using it several times, the other party will find the doorway."

Lin Jingheng stared at the anti-tracking system, and quickly calculated several ambush plans in his heart, asking smoothly: "What are your plans for the future?"

"Let's run a school," Lu Bixing said, "I'm still not reconciled to the death of Xinghai University."

"When the peace is down, the school can be run at any time. It's not a problem." Lin Jingheng said, calling up his personal terminal and writing and drawing on the channel map. "Maybe after this war, the alliance will no longer be the previous alliance. Have you ever thought of where to go in the future? If we leave the base in the future, do you want to find a relatively safe post-war refuge, or do you want to be an engineer with the army? "

Lu Bixing said without hesitation: "I follow you."

Lin Jingheng must have heard this before, even if he wouldn't go to his heart, but all of a sudden, he suddenly remembered the words that the old Persian cat put in the mech station that day, and looked up at Lu Bixing with a strange look.

Lu Bixing's eyes were extremely bright. When he met Lin Jingheng's gaze, he seemed a bit nervous. His eyes should not hide. The fine light shook slightly in his iris, almost flashing the effect of Ambilight and restrained. He reached down and wiped it under his nose.

He just said "I follow you" and immediately had ambiguous ambiguity.

Lin Jingheng thought calmly: "Fuck your ancestor Cyclops."

The air seemed to start to heat up, and after a few seconds, the two looked away from each other.

Lu Bixing casually made a speech in panic: "There are still three teams left at the base. It doesn't make much sense to let them fight internally. Pull them out for a field exercise tomorrow. Can you do me a favor?

Lin Jingheng basically didn't hear what he said, and promised: "OK."