imperfections

"The temperature is so high, you don't say a word, aren't you afraid you will burn yourself?" Lu Bixing connected to the spirit net, and reported a fault to the small robot next to him, "The cooling plate is loose."

After wiping his face on Saturday, he has experienced countless battles and ups and downs. He is no longer the baby-faced boy who used his fists to smooth out his younger brother. It may be that the harsh military posture has changed his standing posture, or it may be because of his extraordinary talent. I'm over 30, and I've grown a little taller, looking a lot taller and straighter.

He has not rested for more than 30 hours, and his face still bears the exhaustion of being tortured by soothing drugs. He still chases after Lu Bixing relentlessly, never letting go of a chance to learn: "Mr. Lu, this is a high-energy Was it caused by particle flow leakage?"

"Yes, but the leakage is not the root problem, check your protective cover," Lu Bixing said, "See if you see it, the leakage is because the high energy consumption mode of the protective cover is disabled - your spiritual network has been invaded Right? During the battle for the Spirit Net, the man-machine docking port oscillates, and some mechs may become dysfunctional and disabled. If you feel something is wrong, remember to reset it in time—no way, this model is still too old.”

Nodding repeatedly on Saturday, he entered and took notes on his wrist.

"You don't need to memorize such small things, just focus on what you should focus on," Lu Bixing jumped off the mental network. This is already the No.40 six mechs he overhauled. Repeatedly connecting and disconnecting the spiritual network is exhausting. He rubbed his eyes and felt that he probably needed a shot of soothing agent, "I wrote a mecha common troubleshooting procedure last night, and it has been handed over to the engineering team for trial and error. After three rounds, it can be installed without any problems—you guys How about the supplies?"

"It must be enough to eat," said Saturday, "Nutrition injections. After one injection, you don't need to eat anything else for two months. Now it seems that the consumption is not fast. It is mainly weapons. The captain of the Turan Guard is crazy now. Every battle After the end, we were asked to upload the military recorder, put two computers there to test, and once we found out who had a high error rate..."

On Saturday, I shivered and looked pale: "Don't mention it, you're insane—can you mention it to the chief, when will we build a Human Rights Protection Agency, there is no place to complain about her now."

"Let's protect human life first, and then raise human rights after we save it." The electronic pen twirled around Lu Bixing's fingertips, dissipated into a handful of light spots, and returned to the personal terminal on his wrist, "Well, I know about the missile issue, what else is missing ?”

"Mechs," said Saturday, "the destruction rate of our mechas is much lower than that of the opponent, but let's put it this way, if they have a thousand mechas, even if the destruction rate is 90%, there are still a hundred more, what about us? If one aircraft is shot down, the destruction rate will increase by one percentage point. There are also drivers, even if there are enough mechas, there are not enough drivers.”

As the captain of the former Silver Ninth Guard, Turan was originally a vanguard in wartime. At this time, there is a huge disparity with the enemy's strength. She must win with extremely high mobility.

"To tell you the truth, Teacher Lu, even I have trouble keeping up with her," said Saturday, "Mint told me about the junior mecha, at first I thought it was too dangerous, but now it seems... ...Hey, when will it be put into production?"

Lu Bixing was thinking about something, and said without raising his head, "Anytime."

"Ah?" Saturday was taken aback, "Didn't it mean that they all shifted their research direction?"

"I drew the design drawings of elementary mechas when I was young, and I gave them research to coax them to learn more." Lu Bixing said, "I couldn't go out of the house when I was young, and I was stuck at home with nothing to do. I drew a whole book. Weapons of mass destruction, though mostly fantasy. But then there are a few things that are theoretically achievable—basic mechs are just one of them.”

Saturday looked at him with horror.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you have the period of secondary illness? I don't think you have finished secondary." Lu Bixing took a look at the smooth outer surface of the mech, and found that his coat was wrinkled, so he took it off decisively and held it in his hand Carrying, "I..."

At this moment, the air defense alarm of their armed base suddenly sounded.

Saturday reacted very quickly, grabbed Lu Bixing, and got into a relatively complete mecha nearby. Except for a few engineers who were confused, everyone in the mecha station avoided, got on the mecha, and covered each other. All orderly, fast and silent.

An engineer who had never seen the world wanted to scream, but opened his mouth, but he didn't have the nerve to speak.

The next moment, the huge protective cover was propped up, and the anti-missile system of the base screamed, an enemy sneak attack!

With a wave of his hand, Lu Bixing personally took over the spiritual network of the mecha he was in. Of course, the mechas in the maintenance station needed to be repaired. While overhauling, he verbally explained the maintenance plan to the maintenance robot, and at the same time connected to the communication channel of the self-defense force. , Hearing that the Self-Defense Forces on patrol on duty responded quickly within three seconds.

Too soon, he thought.

As easy-going as Turan was when he was joking, he was as ruthless as he was when he ran the army. Streak running was all playful, and sometimes corporal punishment was used to the point of seriously insulting human dignity. As a gentleman, Lu Bixing had never been used to it.But I have to admit that this is effective. All the people who survived her hands have been reborn once.

Saturday: "Mr. Lu, the protective cover of this mecha is damaged and cannot protect it. Let's replace it as soon as possible!"

Lu Bixing didn't raise his head: "It doesn't matter—is this kind of sneak attack a common thing?"

The mechanical voice of the flat panel sounded in the mecha: "The protective cover restarts—restart failed—try to restart for the second time—"

"Usually," said Saturday, "the captain of the Turan guards led us to fight guerrillas, and the other party followed suit and sent scouts endlessly. Usually, three or five small mechs acted together, and it was not easy to detect when they approached. Compared with them, we have a bigger target. Once a certain scouting team finds us and reports it, they will immediately launch a suicide attack—you understand? The way of fighting to the death is that they are scouts and dead soldiers at the same time. I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of losing mechs, there are too many lunatics in the Anti-Ukraine Association, and I am almost going to have a nervous breakdown these days."

Mecha report: "The second restart failed - the third restart -"

Lu Bixing switched the mecha to the inspection mode, connected the personal terminal to it, and his fingers were as fast as lightning.

Saturday couldn't help but speak again: "Mr. Lu, let's go first..."

After his words fell, a high-pitched energy alarm sounded, and a missile penetrated the anti-missile system and directly exploded in the middle of the base. The temporary 3D-printed buildings were instantly wiped out, and at the same time, the deadly rays and particle streams spread.

Saturday's voice suddenly changed its tone: "Teacher Lu!"

The protective cover has not been repaired yet!

The shock wave crashed into the gate of the mecha maintenance station, and an invisible demon broke in. Saturday's mind went blank. At this moment, Lu Bixing lightly pressed on his wrist, and the virtual screen of the personal terminal shrank back. At the same time, the mecha made a soft "hum", and the indicator light of the protective cover suddenly lit up, and when it came into contact with the shock wave, the fuselage shook violently.

"The shield restarted successfully and is functioning well."

"Lu Bixing!" Saturday was covered in cold sweat and almost collapsed.

"The overhaul is complete," Lu Bixing said, "The engineer's number is 001."

Turan's voice came from the communication channel: "There are a lot of mice coming back here. The second team is ready to support, and the others are ready to evacuate at any time."

Lu Bixing directly asked in the communication channel: "If it is a search within the entire galaxy, I don't believe they are so fast. The other party's tracking efficiency is too high. The Anti-Ukraine Society has always been ahead of the Alliance in research on transitions. I doubt that the other party can locate The transition point you have passed, judge your activity range based on this, and then send death squads to conduct a carpet search."

Turan almost choked on his saliva: "Mr. Lu, why did you come to the front line? Did the general agree? Did the commander allow it? The old man still expects you to take over from him. Who told you to come to the front line to visit the thunder!"

"Nonsense, I don't want to take a look. How do I know how to allocate those pitiful resources in the next step? Are you holding a meeting behind closed doors? You can't let an old chief come in person." Lu Bixing said, "Captain, don't finish the fight. , leave one for me to dissect."

Turan: "No, you..."

Before she could utter a complete sentence, the communication channel was jammed—a common tactic of the Anti-Uganda Society.

Lu Bixing reached out and touched the cabin wall of the mecha: "Baby, just finished the inspection, can you do it?"

There is no artificial intelligence in the little mecha, so of course it can't answer. The spirit net is shining with fireflies, and Lu Bixing pushes it into orbit, as if it wants to get closer to the battle.

On Saturday, he observed his words and expressions, and suddenly said, "Mr. Lu, I think your mood is not right."

Lu Bixing looked back at him: "Is it obvious?"

Saturday shook his head: "Not obvious, intuitive."

"Yes, I'll ask you to be my staff when I gamble in the future." The anti-missile system of the small military base is much more sensitive than the ones on the planet because of its small size. With your shock wave and particle flow, Lu Bixing suddenly speeded up the mecha, "I am very unhappy with the alliance now, but on Venus, apart from the old men and women who worry about the country and the people, it is the subordinates and juniors. Excessive remarks in front of...fuck."

Saturday:"……"

What did Teacher Lu, the model of civilization, say just now?He rubbed his ears, suspecting that his ears should be overhauled.

The high-altitude enemy immediately caught his stray little mecha, and when Lu Bixing was about to leave the mecha track, a cannonball came over him. Lu Bixing suddenly turned around at a huge deflection angle, then accelerated suddenly, and crashed into the enemy's position middle.

The enemy has been used to sending Turan like a pack of wolves during this period of time. They didn't expect that there was another person who didn't listen to him. He panicked, and three or four mechas fired missiles at him at the same time. Lu Bixing was very coquettish. Passed through the two missiles, then turned off the power, and fired a high-energy particle cannon, which dazzled the opponent's eyes. The tracking missiles were not released, and the missiles from two directions exploded into a mass, and they all died together.

Amidst the noise of the mech's high-energy siren, Lu Bixing gritted his teeth slightly on Saturday and said in a low voice, "How could they treat him like this."

At this time, the disturbed communication channel was restored, and Turan was going crazy: "Lu Bixing! Come back to me!"

"Received," Lu Bixing made a circle in front of the enemy line. After the turn, he didn't continue to show off. After quickly retreating to the self-defense army, he connected his personal terminal to the military recorder, and quickly read all the information collected just now. This kind of data, "The performance of the armor of the Anti-Ukrainian Society is obviously better than ours, but the quality of the pilots is average, and they lack the ability to adapt to the situation. It is recommended to appropriately reduce the accuracy and weight of the missiles, and sacrifice a little weapon quality to ensure the supply. Turan Captain, is this acceptable?"

Turan said boldly, "Even if you give me a brick, I can just hit them right into the vent."

Lu Bixing went on to say: "I have revised the blueprints and manufacturing procedures of the primary mechs. From the original mecha production line, it is enough to allocate a few resources. I will base the damage rate of the mechas, the number of new recruits and the productivity of the production line on how much to produce. Make overall arrangements... But maybe even so, the ten silver guards will not be able to arrive, so I suggest, burn a 'firebreak'."

Turan: "What do you mean?"

"It is to block the passage. In ancient times, in order to prevent forest and grassland fires, forest rangers usually burned the plants in a certain area in advance, and artificially created a firebreak without flammable materials. In this way, if a fire catches in one direction, the fire will reach the firebreak. It will no longer spread due to lack of fuel."

Turan and Saturday in the communication channel said in unison: "You mean the transition point?"

If starships and mechs are means of transportation, then the transition point is the way.

There is no transition point that can fold the space, and the interstellar distance calculated in light years is endless.Yueqian.com is a miracle accomplished by generations of people in the era of great voyages. It is on this basis that human beings can continue to explore the extension of space.

"Yes, the great leap point. Since the last old ephemeris era, we seem to have stagnated at the level of collective cognition. We have driven backwards for nearly 1000 years. Except for entertainment and things related to personal enjoyment, all technological levels They are all regressing, and they are still living on the roots of the age of great voyages." Lu Bixing said in a low voice, "If we really can't hold on, we will evacuate a few planet residents near the front line in batches, and then detonate the jump point, and the eighth The galaxy becomes an isolated island that can't get in or out, so as not to be infected by stupidity."

Everyone in the communication channel was collectively silent—it’s nothing to blow up a few jump points during a war, and it doesn’t even affect the normal work of the jump network, just repair it afterwards, but the bombing method Lu Bixing said is different. Change the "landscape" of the universe.

The Alliance Space Act clearly stipulates that this kind of behavior is regarded as betraying the Alliance, which is a felony against humanity and society.

"No, no," stammered the former smuggler on Saturday, "is this... going to stand on its own and turn the eighth system into an extraterrestrial?"

Lu Bixing asked politely, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's fucking time to do this," Turan laughed heartlessly, "President Lu, I like you who don't usually look for trouble, but make big troubles when you get involved. If the general troubles you when you go back today, I will cover you!"

Lu Bixing smiled politely, but did not pierce the swollen cowhide of the captain of the guard.

"Captain, a remote scan has detected a large group of troops nearby."

"Today's astrology is unlucky," Turan cursed in a low voice, "Be careful to cover the ground personnel and prepare to withdraw!"

The ground personnel of the temporary base had been ready to evacuate as early as the air raid. Turan gave an order, and all the mechas that could take off took off in an orderly manner.The mecha that hadn't been overhauled could only reluctantly be thrown away, and Turan was so distressed that he was about to cry.

Her heart seemed to be bleeding, so she was especially ruthless in her strikes. The few mecha scout teams who had been entangled just now were instantly smashed to pieces by her.However, afterward, a heavy mental net was suppressed, and a super-space-time heavy armor regiment from the Anti-Ukrainian Society suddenly appeared, and the striker's small mecha was hit by the spiritual net.

Turan: "Fuck, Mr. Lu, you go first... 呵啦..."

Communication interference strikes again.

Lu Bixing frowned, and felt the mental network vibrate violently—the radiation range of the opponent's heavy armor's spiritual network was too large, and this mecha was really old and broken, and the man-machine interface was not very stable. In an instant, the power system failed again, and the mecha that was just being overhauled had no backup power!

Immediately afterwards, the particle cannon swept his tail, and the mecha flew out along the particle cannon. The enemy immediately discovered the problem with his mecha, and hit him with a cannon.

It was too late for Turan to be saved.

In the nick of time, Lu Bixing switched the moving mecha to the inspection mode again when the man-machine interface was unstable, and he almost knelt down on Saturday.

The powerless mech crashed into the missile in a straight line at a constant speed. While a piercing siren sounded in the mecha, it reported calmly like a schizophrenic: "The power system is trying to restart—"

With a "buzz", Saturday thought they had hit a missile head-on, and subconsciously closed their eyes.

At this moment, the power of the mecha successfully restarted, and it turned sharply almost at the moment of recovery, passing the missile.

Saturday's hanging heart fell from mid-air: "It's too dangerous..."

Before falling to the chest, this thrilling operation directly caused the heat sink of the mecha to burn through, and the power was completely scrapped.

Saturday:"……"

He felt he needed heart medicine.

"Oh," Lu Bixing sighed, "I can't say it earlier, this time I'm going to jump into the ecological cabin."

However, the enemy didn't give him a chance to jump into the ecological cabin, and they kept chasing him. The next moment, the mecha issued an energy alarm again-there was a violent energy reaction at the jump point in front of him, and there was a large-scale mecha in front, and they were blocked in the middle !

Afterwards, at high speed, I didn't see how many enemy troops were coming in front of me. The huge fishing net was stuck with a lot of protective gas and hit them head-on. The mech's imitation gravity system failed, and both of them floated up.

On Saturday, he hurriedly connected to the Spirit Net as a backup driver, preparing to resist a wave of Spirit Net attacks.

Lu Bixing wondered, "Has the Anti-Ukraine Society learned how to capture alive?"

The mech that lost its power was like a bug flying into a spider web, quickly sank into it, and was forcibly stopped. The next moment, the communication channel was restored, and Lu Bixing heard Turan screaming: "General!"

General... army?

Lin Jingheng, who suddenly fell from the sky, was beyond the expectations of both parties. The Anti-Ukraine Society was afraid of him in their bones.

The situation of the battle suddenly turned upside down.

At the same time, the out-of-control small mecha was dragged into the platform of the heavy armored mecha by the fishing net, and the floating Lu Bixing fell down together with Saturday. He heard Zhanlu's familiar voice say: "Conveying his greetings from the acting general, Lu Bixing Principal, he said that you are a brave man with high skills, and you don’t need to use the armor in the future, but use a can to paste a chariot, and you can go to the sky with a 'er kicker'."

Lu Bixing got up, flicked the ashes helplessly, disconnected the spirit net, and jumped off the small mecha. Two medical cabins were already waiting at the door.

Lu Bixing: "I don't have to wait..."

The medical cabin ignored his refusal, first walked around him obediently, and then unexpectedly stretched out a few medical restraint manipulators to sneak up on him, bound him forcibly, and stuffed him into the medical cabin—just like he was in the small hospital back then. The planetary belt did the same to Lin Jingheng.

His legs trembled on Saturday, and he was so frightened that he quickly climbed into the medical cabin by himself: "I will do it myself, I will do it myself."

Lu Bixing: "Zhanlu, I want to talk to him!"

Zhanlu: "He refused."

Lu Bixing let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, then tell him I love him."

Zhan Lu was silent for a second, and then relayed: "He said 'get lost'."

Lu Bixing: "Then contact Turan Guard Captain for me and ask her to explain to the general."

Zhanlu was silent for a while, and replied: "The captain of the Turan guard said that his voice is hoarse and he has lost his voice."

Lu Bixing: "..."

Which bastard just said that he was going to cover him!

Lu Bixing tried hard to break free in the mechanical hands - medical restraints, great mechanical power, even Lin Jingheng could be tied up motionless, let alone him.

Lu Bixing thought for a while: "Zhanlu, you ask him for me, is he trying to do whatever he wants with me by tying me up like this?"

This time, Zhanlu didn't answer, probably because he was silenced again. Then, the cover of the medical cabin fell down, completely shutting Lu Bixing in, and a mask fell down, sealing his mouth.

"General," the "voiceless" Turan said to Lin Jingheng on the communication channel, "the other side is starting to retreat."

"Chase," Lin Jingheng said, "until they are all shot down."

Turan: "But Mr. Lu said just now that he has one left..."

After she finished speaking, Zhan Lu suddenly interrupted: "Sir, a remote scan detected a group of unknown armed forces approaching."

Lin Jingheng frowned.

Turan immediately ordered: "The striker retreats temporarily!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a mecha team suddenly appeared behind the Anti-Ukrainian Society. At first glance, it looked like a powerful reinforcement army. Before Turan's forward could turn around, the new unknown armed force suddenly opened fire. Unexpectedly, they copied the back route of the Anti-Ukraine Society!