Chapter 42: Sir, are you laughing

When Lu Bixing heard that his voice was wrong, he just jumped off the mech platform and looked back. It was too late.
He was more than 800 meters away from the nearest mech, but there wasn't a humanoid mech core that could overturn the base at any time. He searched all over the body, only a spatula with a curved handle!
While Huang Jingying was on the mech platform, she just stumbled and tried to hang on to the spiritual net. The matching degree was up to 53%. The human-machine link was crumbling like a spider silk that could be removed by a gust of wind. She gritted her teeth, sank her heart, and worked very hard to adjust to the mech perspective. Unexpectedly, she had just turned into mech perspective, and saw this scene on her face, scaring her almost to disconnect from the spiritual network.
Starting from Lu Bixing's knocking on the pot, the idlers in the base gathered outside the mech station and looked around to see the sudden accident. Screams and exclamations sounded all around. There was a serious psychological obstacle before The self-defense forces grabbed the railing: "Mecha is not open to ordinary people at all, I said it! Why not believe it!"
Lu Bixing couldn't care less about him, turned his head and ran to the nearest mech, at the same time called out the base authority, and tried to forcefully close the acceleration track with external force.
But even if the acceleration is stopped, the huge inertia of the mech is still not able to be braked by that weak friction. The acceleration of the orbital changes the orbit, straightens up as much as possible, and avoids the cooling tower and the suspended power station. Burst of sparks.
At 800 meters, without using any tools, the world record of a man's scudder is also close to one and a half minutes, and one and a half minutes is enough for a mech to crash out of the base's thin artificial atmosphere.
Lu Bixing opened the contact station remotely and shouted at the driver who was out of control: "Control your spiritual network!"
However, the driver has lost consciousness under strong stimulus, and the white foam that was spit out almost choked him. The human-machine matching speed dropped below 50%, and the spiritual network link suddenly broke.
The closed acceleration track could not dissipate heat, and it was obviously overheated, and the alarm sounded throughout the mech station.
And the worst thing is that at the same time, other mechas connected to each other by the intranet and the contact station also saw the scene on the ground. Panic quickly spread from the ground to the sky. The psychological quality of some mech drivers was not enough. The human-machine matching of many mechas also began to fluctuate.
In the blink of an eye, three or four people have been disconnected from their own spiritual net. The protective net that has just been formed will look a lot of holes, and the fear is still spreading—
The one-eyed hawk scolded "the mud can't help the wall", sinking his consciousness into the spiritual net, and gritted his teeth in an attempt to fill the vacancy. He was originally carrying eight unmanned mechs, and as the burden continued to increase, he appeared faintly. The signs of mental overload—Small Mech ’s spiritual net is not like Zhan Lu, and does not have such a wide coverage area. Even if he is overloaded with mental power, he can only manage the problems in a small area nearby, and then far Nowhere else.
At this time, Saturday's voice suddenly came from the communication intranet.
Saturday: "Leave it to me!"
The one-eyed eagle felt blood dripping from his gums, and a mouthful of blood: "Can you?"
Saturday: "What else can I do!"
He screamed at the conch he could barely make a sound on vacation: "Mom!"
The one-eyed eagle fell down: "What kind of lucky spell are you doing?"
During the construction of the mech defensive hood, Lu Bixing considered the emergency. He first counted the number of experienced drivers, and then divided these people according to the coverage of the mech spirit network. When someone suddenly goes offline, they can take care of the people around them-Cyclops listens to one ear and thinks he is nonsense because these so-called "more experienced" are the patrols they met when they first arrived at the base Team level, thank you for not falling off, and you still expect them to take care of others?
Who knows that there are so many problems before the protective cover is constructed, and that's really what to do!
On the ground, the acceleration orbit has been pulled to the extreme. Lu Bixing Yu Guang glimpsed Huang Jingyu's mech stopped outside the orbit: "Xiao Huang!"
His voice ran directly down the connector and slammed into Huang Jingying's ear, and the girl stunned.
Lu Bixing: "You have learned this!"
Yes, at Zhanlu's spiritual network at that time, Lin once took them to experience how to extend and spread the spiritual network, and how to invade each other's mech where the spiritual network overlaps.
But ... how is that possible?
Half an hour ago, she thought she was going to be a humanoid mascot and was dragged into the sky by Lu Bixing.
Now he asked her to drag a runaway mech by herself?
Sometimes, one second may be infinitely long. In a split second, Huang Jingyi's thoughts made three full revolutions around the eight galaxies, lingering in countless legendary miracles, trying to find "people can create miracles" from them. evidence. But the boundless Star Alliance, the Eden Garden that can't be surpassed, the interstellar waterway, and the beautiful scenery that she can hardly imagine ... They are all too far away for her, a little girl with a cephalic brain who lives in the eight galaxy It's too unreal to give her any strength.
One side of the out-of-control mech was out of orbit. Huang Jing's eyes followed her, and her vision narrowed to only a small strip, as if everything in the world had disappeared except her and the out-of-control mech.
She heard her heartbeat, her rapid breathing, and repeated futile orders to the mecha which she did not listen to, and a desperate thought broke out, she thought, "I can't do it."
However, at the moment when the out-of-control mech began to roll over, the spirit net that had been rejecting her finally moved hesitantly and slowly, as if she accidentally hit a switch, and the spirit net suddenly spread out.
It should be said that luck.
Or maybe every turn of fate in the world is accompanied by this luck in the meditation.
In the smoky sky, from light to the universe, to the folded quantum and the sorrows and joys of the earthly people, all are accompanied by the cold probability. Those dice ca n’t keep spinning in fate, but they ca n’t run to the next unknown. Direction.
Huang Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly caught the out-of-control mech's interface on the spiritual website where she was exhibiting. She rushed up decisively and desperately as if she did not hesitate to dig a wine bottle and hit the spider's head The whole portrait was divided into two, and the pressure brought by the spiritual net suddenly increased by two times, but at the same time, she successfully invaded the other person's spiritual net!
She was like a person who was washed away by the flood and caught a thorny vine on the mountain wall. In this case, she had no time to think about the pain, the fear, or the fear, and she could only catch it desperately. Live what she can catch.
"Stop," she thought.
The out-of-control mech continued to lean down with her out-of-control consciousness, ignoring the girl's weak voice.
"Stop! Stop me!"
At this time, the surrounding residents of the base suddenly heard someone say, "Stop!"
They shouted like this, the first sound was a bit messy, but the second sound has become a scale, and people's voices joined the sea like: "Stop!"
The out-of-control mech has been tilted more than 45 degrees, and it seems to turn over, but it is strange that the panicked crowd seems to have found a unified voice, and no one screams, no one runs around again, and they all agree: Stop! "
In a matter of seconds, Lu Bixing finally touched the mech, and at the same time, the out-of-control mech's reverse braking function was successfully activated, and the crooked side sprayed billowing smoke and dust, pushing it slowly!
The spirit net released by Lu Bixing immediately covered up. The man-machine matching between Huang Jingying and the out of control mecha stopped dangerously at 50%. Lu Bixing entered the gap, in order not to squeeze the girl's fragile consciousness to hurt her. His operation was subtle and subtle, and he just stopped his matching at 50%. Then, with this delicate balance, he dragged the out-of-control mech and finally stopped at the edge of the acceleration track.
He then said to Huang Jinglian very gently in the intranet: "Girl, slowly withdraw, slow down, don't be nervous, you are the most talented student I have ever met."
Huang Jingzhang instinctively followed his instructions and slowly retracted her unwounded spiritual net. Only then did she realize that the moment when she was thrilled, her sharp rising blood pressure broke the capillaries, and the nosebleed had flowed into her mouth. .
Crowd cheers burst into the crowd.
At the same time, dozens of official members of the Self-Defense Force in Tianshang seem to be like the steel bars of the entire protective shield, and they are carrying the comrades in the chain around them.
It seems that there really is a dead ghost mother blessed in the spirit of heaven.
Twenty minutes later, Lu Bixing readjusted the acceleration trajectory, carried the damaged mech and the injured person out to the medical room, and let Huang Jingyu go ahead. Then, he took another nine unmanned mechas on the orbit. Arrange them in order.
The moment the three hundred mechs were docked, it seemed to form a closed loop. All the ports seem to be connected together, and the spirit network actually communicates!
Everyone seemed to be carrying a heavy stone on their shoulders, which made it difficult. At this time, these stones became a slab and fell evenly on everyone. Everyone was freed from the unsustainable spiritual net!
It was only half a week later on Saturday, and asked, "This is what you pretended last night ... what is this?"
Lu Bixing's voice did not pass through the internal network or through the ground contact center. Instead, it sounded directly in his ear through the spiritual network: "This is called" Iron Cable ", which is realized by using port resonance, similar to the principle of mecha remote control. However, it is rarely used in actual combat, and it is often seen in honor guard performances. "
"Why?" White asked with a spirit of exploration. "If everyone is connected like this in actual combat, wouldn't it be convenient to resist the invasion of the other party?"
Lu Bixing laughed: "Everyone is saving effort, but everyone's control over the spiritual network is also decreasing. You have to hit your own and hit each other. So many people open so many mechas, don't you want to mess? Rise, is our school too concerned about the light text, why, haven't you heard the story of the "fire burning camp"? "
The asked, "What's on fire?"
Lu Bixing sighed: "I haven't heard of the burning camp. The story of Prince Gloria's guard attacking the guard of honor at the outskirts of the Samsung Department in the past few years has been heard. Did not mention him! "
Everyone laughed.
I wonder who shouted in the spirit network: "Ms. Lu, does your school still recruit people?"
"Mr. Lu, do overage students want it? Although I am 102 years old, I am still very young."
"Mr. Lu, can you choose the subjects for the entrance examination yourself? I still don't recognize the text of the alliance. Let me take the exam."
"Mr. Lu ..."
The bright white light of the protective cover swept through the atmosphere like a fish scale. When the people at the base looked up, they could see the original blue sky and daylight refracted by the additional protective cover, forming a stream of rainbows, and a kite from the sky. Pass by, or go back again.
Several surveillance cameras at the Mech Station did their best to pass the picture to Lin Jingheng on the way back. He did not know when he had stopped the pen, stared silently at the base, and watched them organize the Mech protective cover in danger. Until the rudimentary protective cover is formed, people on the ground jump and jump like a holiday.
Zhan Lu caught the gap between the two pieces of music in his earphones, and spoke in a pinch. He asked, "Sir, did you laugh?"
"You're wrong." Lin Jingheng glanced expressionlessly and glanced at the coordinates where Mech Beijing was located. At this moment, Yu Guang scanned the energy wave chart next to the coordinates.
It was a small, slap-sized map that monitored gravitational forces, cosmic rays, etc. in the surrounding environment in real time, drawing a complex map for computer analysis.
Lin Jingheng lived to this age. Most of his life was on the fighter armor. He glanced at the shape of the energy wave chart, and suddenly he had an inexplicable intuition: "Zhan Lu, covering the spiritual network of Beijing, and then Your scan range is at its maximum. "
"Yes," said Zhan Lu, reporting a moment later, "there are no abnormalities within the scanning radius."
Lin Jingheng: "Use the six most recent transition points to expand the scanning radius."
Zhan Lu prompt: "Sir, remote scanning is very power-consuming, our energy is not ..."
Lin Jingheng: "Sweep."
Zhan Lu echoed through the transition point, and his limited vision immediately expanded to endless time and space. At the same time, Mech Beijing felt that its energy reserves had evaporated from a vacuum, and issued a dissatisfied alarm.
At the next moment, a cluster of silhouettes was suddenly locked by Zhan Lu, and Lin Jingheng's gaze was suddenly condensed-it was a ghost-like mech team with a heavy armor at the core and at least a few hundred fighter mechas around it, fast and silent. Passing a bit fuzzy vision of Zhanlu, trained, Prince Glory Guard's pirate flag was printed on the belly of each mech.
"Sir," Zhanlu quickly evaluated the opponent's combat effectiveness. "They have formed a medium-sized mechanical team with live ammunition, as if trying to search for an underpass that has leaked the net."
A medium-sized mechanical team, if it is in the league, needs to be led by a major or above.
Can destroy Beijing beta star in minutes.
"Egret star is remote, often the docking point of various underground fairways. They bombed the egret, they should just want to clean the underground fairway completely." Lin Jingheng whispered, "the other party is sailing in the underground fairway near the base."
Lin Jingheng is at the basement's underground channel at this time, and at this position, he can already connect to the base's internal network, which means that the pirates go a little further and the internal network will enter their detection zone.
Those idiots who are still ignorantly celebrating Mech Heaven will be exposed under the eyes of the pirates.
Can't let them go any further.
Lin Jingheng stood up, stretched out his hand, half of the military survey map was laid out in front of him, his finger quickly swept through several of the transition points, countless data of simulated routes jumped out, and he completed the path within ten seconds. Screened and turned around and told Zhan Lu: "Ready to jump."
"Sir," Zhan Lujingjing said, "less than 60% of the electricity is left in the last backup energy source. The power system was damaged more than half and the defense system was almost out of order. This time, the task was to survey and map. There are only three missiles and six-shot particle guns in it-you have already used one of the three missiles-do you want to single out the entire Corsair team with a bunch of torn copper? I hope you consider other options. "
Lin Jingheng turned his head to look at the monitoring screen.
However, it is a cluster of high-energy particle flow. In his opinion, it is stronger than the solar storm of the eighth sun, and these people have made these people thrilling to defend themselves against natural disasters and human disasters.
They have no household registration, no identity, are thieves, smugglers, and even on the eighth galaxy of garbage piles, they are not worth mentioning.
Perhaps for these wastes, bringing together three hundred mechs to heaven is already a great achievement they have never imagined.
Under the surveillance camera, several children chased and ran to the administration building, screaming and making a homemade firework. The eldest sister of the base squatted in the underground prison next door, unconsciously Noisy passing by.
Lin Jingheng exhaled gas in his nose, as if issuing a soft taunt.
Then he repeated word by word: "prepared, prepared, jumped, moved."