The Legendary Mechanic (Transcendental Mechanic)

The Milky Way hangs upside down, the star sand is like a waterfall, and somewhere in the Kunde frontline area, a remnant main Kunde fleet is slowly cruising in the universe.

Not long ago, this fleet code-named "Sea Flag" experienced a fierce battle and was raided by an imperial general. The command ship and the escort team desperately broke through and escaped with a broken tail.

Now there are only more than 20 escort warships left next to the command ship, and the other warships will either be wiped out or scattered.

The Sea Flagship Team belongs to the Kunde 3rd Space Corps. The commander of this fleet is the famous general of the 3rd Corps, Oliert, who is known as the rising star of the 3rd Corps. A few years ago, the 3rd Corps The Marshal of the Corps has reached the age of retirement, and Oliert is regarded as the first candidate for the position of Marshal of the Third Corps.

However, due to the receipt of information about the crashed spaceship a few years ago, the high-level officials made a decision to mobilize the war. All officers postponed their retirement and recruited them all, so the matter was delayed.

At this moment, the sea flagship team, which had just suffered a defeat, was sneaking away while waiting for the next command from the headquarters.

On the bridge of the command ship, the atmosphere was silent and gloomy, everyone was immersed in the grief of defeat and loss of comrades in arms.

Oliert stood silently in front of the front porthole, leaving only his back to all the operators and adjutants in the room. The color of the carapace on his body was mixed with sad green and angry red.

In the war just now, he was almost led by the nose by the opponent's commander, and part of the reason for his defeat was due to him.

Everyone knew that the commander was the most stressed person, so they didn't dare to disturb him.

The adjutant hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to walk to Oliert, and said softly: "Sir, we..."

"Needless to say."

Oliert turned around, his body gradually turned back to calm blue, and slowly said: "This is not my personal failure, but the failure of civilization, what I lost was not my opponent, but the entire civilization of the enemy .”

Oliert knew that his commander-in-chief was inferior to the generals of the empire, but he believed that it was not just a matter of personal ability, the gap also came from the background of civilization.

During the confrontation, he made his most delicate operation and decision-making so far. He asked himself that this performance could even be used as an important course case by the military academy. Seeing through his arrangement is like playing chess between two sides. The enemy can see through his rear player racking his brains to ambush after ten moves at a glance, just like memorizing the chess record.

Encountering this kind of opponent is a heavy blow to the commander's self-confidence.

It doesn't mean that Oliert's level is not good. In fact, he is already considered a famous general by the standards of the Kunde tribe. The superficial reason for this situation is that the ability of the famous general of the empire far exceeds him, but the deep-seated reason is The gap in cultural heritage.

The rise of the three major civilizations is accompanied by the wailing of countless races. They have come step by step from the flames of war. All war cases are written in the courses of the military academy, so officers can instantly come up with corresponding solutions no matter what situation they encounter. Thinking is more flexible.

However, the Kunde people have experienced too few interstellar wars, and the war cases are far from comparable to those of the empire. All the tactics used by the officers are old things that have been eliminated for many years by exploring the universe. This is the difference in the background.

After actual combat, Oliert is pessimistic. He simply cannot see the possibility of winning a local war. Now the defeat of each fleet is the best evidence.

In fact, he is not the only one. Unlike the radicals of the high-level Kunde people, these soldiers who are fighting on the front line basically have a pessimistic view of this war.

They are resentful that their homeland is coveted by the enemy, but they don't think that sacrifice in this war is necessary. However, military orders are like mountains, and high-level orders are the will of soldiers.

Sighing secretly, putting away these pessimistic emotions, Oliert looked at the adjutant, and asked in a deep voice:

"Has the order from the headquarters come?"

"Uh... just sent it. He asked us to stand by here to recover the scattered fleet, and then go to join the main fleet of the Third Corps to plan an attack on the enemy's stargate."

When Oliert heard the words, he slammed the table and said angrily: "Nonsense! Are you not retreating now? Is the command really crazy?!"

We have just been scattered, and we still have to stay in this dangerous area to retrieve the old department. The enemy won't chase us!

Moreover, the main fleet has been routed like this, and it is necessary to forcibly rendezvous and attack the enemy's star gate? This is to send us to die!

Many officers in the room felt that there was something wrong with such a tactical arrangement, but they dared not speak out, and all stared at Oliert, waiting for the commander-in-chief's decision.

Oliert paced back and forth for two steps, suppressed his anger and said, "Contact me the Marshal, I want to ask him personally, what is going on with such a decision!"

The adjutant nodded and immediately operated. The communication interface popped up on the virtual screen. After waiting for a few seconds, the call was connected on the other side, and the figure of the Marshal of the Third Corps appeared on the screen.

"Oliert, I heard that you were attacked. Fortunately, you are still alive."

"There is a reason for luck." Oliert held his breath, "I received an order from the headquarters, are we planning to attack the enemy's star gate?"

"Yes, this is an order from the command."

"Don't you think there is a problem? The situation of the battle has deviated from the original plan, and we should not continue to fight now, as that will only sacrifice more troops in vain."

"I know, and I also think it's time to retreat. I'm negotiating with high-level officials. Before that, follow orders."

Hearing this, Oliert fell silent and hung up the communication.

The adjutant asked cautiously: "Sir, what should we do now?"

Oliert glanced at him, and suddenly said: "How many battleships do we have?"

"Uh, twenty-four."

"Call the captains together and pull them into the communication channel."

Hearing this, everyone took action immediately, and Oliert stood there with his hands behind his back and waited for a while, and one after another avatars appeared on the screen, which were all the remaining captains.

At this time, Oliert made a gesture and spoke slowly:

"Remember, I will only say this once..."

He gave a word of encouragement without nourishment, and repeated the command of the headquarters. During the process, he kept making various gestures, and all the captains stared at him intently.

"Okay, that's all there is to say, let's act."

Finally, Oliert put down his hand and ended his speech.

The captain's portraits on the screen dimmed one by one.

At this moment, the adjutant glanced at another command screen and exclaimed: "Sir, all captains have turned off their smart cores and blocked all external information. We can't contact them anymore!"

Oliert had expected it a long time ago, and nodded calmly, "Very well, you go and turn off the intelligent core of our spaceship."

Everyone was startled, and suddenly understood something, some couldn't believe it.

This means... is he going to be a deserter? !

"This this……"

The adjutant froze.

"Aren't you going soon?!" Oliert stared, and his tone suddenly became severe.

The adjutant hesitated for a moment, but ran to make arrangements, and soon asked someone to turn off the intelligence core of the command ship.

In this way, the remnants of this sea flagship team became a ghost fleet that lost contact with the outside world.

Only then did Oliert let out a breath slowly, looked at the puzzled people beside him, and explained, "Sorry, all this is for the sake of caution, if you guessed right, our quantum network has been completely infiltrated by the enemy .”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

After a glance, Oliert said slowly: "I know the Marshal very well. He is a rigid soldier who never questioned the high-level military orders. Although this is an extraordinary period, everyone may change, but we must not let it go. Any doubts, I suspect that the one just now is not the marshal at all.

The enemy is likely to infiltrate our command system. You are all sensible people. I don’t need to say more about the consequences, so the war is over. I can no longer follow their orders. Now I can only save myself. The gesture I just made is a set of special codes, only a few people know, I asked all the captains to cut off the link, from now on, we can only rely on ourselves. "

Everyone was stunned by these words. They couldn't accept such a large amount of information for a while, and their minds went blank.

The adjutant gritted his teeth, summoned up his courage and said, "Sir, this is a deserter!"

Oliert was not angry, but glanced at him lightly.

"This is a battle that must be lost. No matter what you think, I will not send the remaining subordinates to die on the battlefield, deserters? No, maybe we are the Kunde tribe... the last survivors."

"So where should we go now?"

"The farther away from here the better."

Oliert looked out of the porthole, looking deep into the starry sky.

...

"I think there may be a problem with the route."

In a narrow and cramped spaceship room, several ordinary-dressed Kunde tribesmen formed a circle.

This is one of the spaceships of the immigrant fleet, and the people on board are all civilians. Most of the people on board are worried and confused about the future, and the atmosphere is gloomy.

Because of the large population, each spaceship is a group of civilians crowded into a room, and the people living in this room are all brothers born in the same litter, and they are related by blood.

"Brother, what did you find?" A short brother asked.

The eldest brother in this nest of brothers is a burly Pippi Shrimp, with a low tone:

"I have a friend who is the crew member of the guide ship. He told me an insider news. According to the plan, yesterday the fleet should have arrived at a planet for a short rest, but yesterday it did not meet the planet. The fleet has been moving."

"Could it be that they adjusted their plans? Why don't you ask your friends again?"

"My friend has been unable to be contacted, and I can't ask anyone." The eldest brother said in a deep voice: "I think there may be something strange."

"Brother, could it be that you are too sensitive? If there is a problem, the higher-ups will definitely notify you."

"I have a bad intuition, I can't explain it." The eldest brother shook his head.

"Hey, what are you thinking about, and we can't help you, we just follow the fleet's arrangement." One of the brothers said casually.

At this moment, the youngest brother next to him suddenly said, "Brother is right, there is a problem with the fleet's route, and we are heading back the same way."

Hearing this, everyone looked at him one after another.

"Don't talk nonsense, how did you find out?"

The younger brother pointed to the porthole, and everyone looked over, only to see that there were simple graffiti on the porthole, drawing a series of circles, with diameters ranging from small to large, and at this moment, there was a planet outside the window, which fit perfectly into the one in the middle Circle on.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions changed.

Living in the same house, everyone has no secrets. Some time ago, a planet appeared in the fleet’s field of vision. The younger brother used a paintbrush to draw the outline of the planet on the porthole every day. All are changing, representing the distance.

But at this moment, the planet actually coincides with the outline of a few days ago, and everyone understands what this means.

"I'll ask!"

Seeing this, the eldest brother couldn't sit still immediately, and everyone hurriedly followed behind.

A group of people hurried through the cabins in the second half of the cabin, which were crowded like refugee camps, and came to the passageway in the middle section of the cabin. They found a few soldiers on board and reported the situation.

"You said there was a problem with the route?" A soldier scratched his ear socket and said impatiently, "This is not something you should worry about. What are you worrying about?"

"It's true, I can show you the evidence, I..."

"Okay, okay." The soldier waved his hand, "The guide ship has a star map, if it really deviates from the course, it will be adjusted immediately, you can go back and wait in peace."

The eldest brother had no choice but to take a group of brothers back and wait.

However, after three days in a row, they stared at the graffiti on the porthole every day, and found that the fleet was still heading back the way it came, without any adjustments at all.

The eldest brother contacted the friend who revealed the inside story every day, and he got in touch with the other party only on the third day, but the other party's answer made him feel cold.

"You said you deviated from the route? No, no, no, our star map shows that the route is completely correct... Didn't encounter the supply planet I mentioned? Oh oh, this is a long-distance observation error, the star map is not too inaccurate, We have already reported to the above, and the above has updated our star map, and it is no problem now... What graffiti record? Well, you may be mistaken, it is the new planet marked by the updated star map, no The one I saw before, anyway, the navigator on my side shows that the route has been moving forward."

Turning off the communicator with a cold face, the eldest brother was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "Do you trust me, or the people above?"

Many brothers looked at each other and hesitated.

"What do you want to do?" the younger brother couldn't help asking.

"My intuition is getting stronger and stronger. There must be something wrong here. Maybe the people above are sending us into the fire pit." The elder brother lowered his voice, "I don't want to stay on the spaceship anymore. I'm going to steal supplies and emergency capsules. We Escape by yourself."

"Are you crazy?!"

Someone was stunned, "This is looking for death. The fleet will definitely catch us back. Even if we succeed, the stolen supplies will be exhausted sooner or later. There is no food and no fuel. What will we do then? And do you have a star chart? If you don’t know the star map, how can you run?”

"I can get the star map and the rescue capsule permission from my friends. As for the supplies... the medium-sized rescue capsule has complete facilities. As long as you arrive on that planet, you can use the self-contained collector to replenish the fuel inventory, which is enough for us to use a lot Years. Solving the food problem requires a greenhouse incubator, crop seeds, and nutrient cream maker, which can be obtained on the ship, and during the cultivation of crops, we can use the freezer to sleep." The elder brother whispered: "Three days I've always been thinking about the future, and it's not a decision I made right off the bat."

Everyone still shook their heads.

Breaking away from the large army of the tribe to build a new home, how many people ran to survive in the unknown universe?

Just thinking about it makes this plan crazy!

"I'll go with you." At this time, the younger brother stood up and shrugged, "Brother, you know me. I don't like being bound by rules. Now that I have left my homeland, I don't intend to continue to live that kind of casual life." The universe is so big, I want to see it for myself, whether you say I like adventure or pursuit of excitement, count me in anyway.”

The eldest brother nodded and looked at the other brothers, "I know everyone has concerns. The universe is too big. If there are only a few of us, this will touch the deepest loneliness and fear in the soul. Maybe it will prove me wrong in the end. But I don't want to wait passively, and I don't force everyone to come with me."

The second child hesitated for a while, turned his mind, and said, "Brother, I will go with you too. You are the person I trust the most, and I trust your judgment."

Hearing this, more people were shaken.

Someone shook his head helplessly, "Oh, forget it, let's go, from the moment I leave my home, I will treat my life as dead, so what if I take more risks, we are brothers and cannot be separated."

This group of brothers grew up together, and they have long been used to being in groups. After some struggles, everyone finally agreed with the eldest brother's plan. Miraculously, after making up my mind, the previous hesitation and anxiety disappeared, and turned into unparalleled excitement and anticipation.

"Brother, I have a suggestion, we should at least bring a girl."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone burst into laughter, the tense atmosphere dissipated, and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"That's right, we should bring more than one."

"Haha, maybe we will become a wandering civilization in the future."

...

For the next few days, the brothers split up and used their personal connections to prepare quietly. Since the immigrant spaceship carried a lot of daily supplies, everything they needed could be found on board. The only problem was how to get it.

With courage, money, contacts, and a little bit of luck, everyone used various methods to raise most of the needed materials and completed the checkpoint.

Soon it was the day to do it, and the progress was beyond imagination. According to the information obtained from the spot, everyone sneaked into the escape hatch, stepped into a medium-sized escape hatch, turned off the smart core, and switched to the manual control mode.

The eldest brother's palm stopped above the launch button, and he didn't press it for a long time.

"Have you figured it out, as long as you press this button, there is no going back. If we are caught, we will be treated as prisoners."

"It's not much different from prisoners now. The people above treat us more like a group of hard labor." The younger brother smiled freely, "But the name has been changed, it's just called population resources. I have long wanted to get rid of this identity. .”

"Nonsense." The eldest brother shook his head and laughed, and pressed the button hard.

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The rescue capsule plummeted and shot into space.

After leaving the spaceship, everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look out the porthole, but suddenly froze.

They saw that other spaceships in the immigrant fleet also launched sparse rescue capsules, scattered away like scattered sparks.

...

Half a month passed by in the blink of an eye.

At another border of the Kunde territory, the core fleet of the Kunde command jumped out of the star gate, and then turned around to recover the star gate for retreat.

"Okay, we have arrived at the target area. According to the secret order issued last time, all surviving fleets will converge in this area."

In the headquarters, the high-level Kunde people gathered together to check the messages sent back by other troops before the network link was disconnected last time.

"The scorched earth troops sent a report that the psionic energy in various places has been successfully detonated, and the plan has been implemented... Other fleets outside have sent reports and are retreating towards the direction we designated. Huh, the situation is okay."

The Kunde leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, everyone's spirits improved a little bit.

Things are finally getting back on track.

For fear of information leakage, the headquarters did not dare to maintain a long-term link, so they gave up real-time communication. At the same time, they did not dare to transmit orders normally, fearing that they would be intercepted by the enemy, so they changed them to special codes.

However, before everyone could catch their breath, the radar suddenly sounded an alarm!

"Attention, attention, an unknown large fleet is found ahead!"

Everyone suddenly turned pale with fright.

"How come there is a fleet here! Is there an ambush?!"

"Let's see if it's an enemy?!"

Many high-level officials hurriedly conveyed orders, and only a few seconds later, the captain sent a report.

"Leaders, we have confirmed that the opponent is not an enemy, but our fleet."

Hearing this, many high-level executives breathed a sigh of relief, feeling almost scared out of a heart attack.

"It scared me to death, it turned out to be one of my own."

"It should be that the troops who received the order to converge arrived earlier, and the speed was even faster than ours."

At this moment, the captain spoke again, and his tone became extremely strange:

"Everyone misunderstood, the other party is not our armed fleet, but the immigrant fleet sent out a long time ago. For some reason, they all ran back!"

The voice fell, and the audience became dead silent.

All the high-level people here were stunned for a second, and suddenly they were in a panic!

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