Chapter 120: The long cold winter of the eighth galaxy

Lu Bixing felt that he had a big dream upside down. There was no plot. It was just in the dream that he seemed to be back in his inexperienced years when he was young. His limbs were tied by invisible ropes.
He is a self-conscious man who is not too extreme and not very obsessed. He has a brisk nature in his nature. No matter what he encounters, he always has a way to make himself want to drive a little. This sleepy dream.
In the midst of it, it seems that something is urging him uneasily, to wake up quickly, wake up quickly ...
Lu Bixing was struggling. Suddenly, there seemed to be something falling behind him. He was free. Lu Bixing turned around and saw him by a huge stone. It fell suddenly, and the ground turned into dust. He was a bit shocked. I don't know what this means, but I can't think about it in my dreams and run forward instinctively—
The strong light penetrated his pupil, and his feet fell to the ground.
The medical cabin has repaired his split nails and neutralized the anaesthetics that he could not fully metabolize. It stands to reason that his body is in the best state, but for some reason, Lu Bixing just felt that his heart was beating quickly and his chest That point was not enough, and his heart rushed eastward and westward.
"Miss Lu ... Miss Lu wakes up!"
Lu Bixing suddenly raised his head and found himself in the ground command of Galaxy City.
"Mr. Lu." Turan appeared in the communication video in front of him. She seemed to be moving in the mech, with smoke on her face.
When Lu Bixing saw her, the memory of the fragment was immediately clear, the forehead angle was blue, and the clay figurine was also three-pointed, not to mention that he was more educated, not really without a temper.
But he was still unaccustomed to swearing at the population, so he just stared at Turan coldly.
Turan didn't know where to start. When she spoke, she subconsciously avoided the point: "When the refugee was evacuated, the chief's mech had a small failure. The concussion entered the medical cabin, and the medical cabin proceeded to him. A full scan revealed a tumor in his brain ... "
Lu Bixing frowned: "Serious?"
"It's okay," Turan's voice is very soft, almost a bit low-eyebrow and conscientious. His look is not like a female general, but a little nurse who goes to work on the first day. "Small surgery can solve it, but the total length has been bad. I ’m old again, I ’m afraid I will stay in bed for a while, I hope you can temporarily assume the post of Chief Executive ...

Turan actually used honorifics, and Lu Bixing
chucked
in his heart and interrupted her:
How long have you put me down? The chief is back, what about Lin?

Turan was dumb.
Lu Bixing looked at her for a moment and stood up stunned. At this moment, in the communication video, Turan's mech issued an alarm: "Energy warning, energy warning-"
"Captain, they have been blocked in the back road, and the dog has to jump over the wall. Maybe they want to force a break!"
"Suddenly your mother!" Turan, who had just whispered softly, changed his face, revealing his flesh, "You will die if the pirates do not die!"
"Captain, a quarter of a day away, Pirate Pioneers are rushing towards us."
Turan didn't know how to face Lu Bixing, and the sudden emergency saved her life, and immediately put her into the battle without any hesitation: "Received, fire preparation, the Fourth Army-Foucault led someone to stay at the jump point. '573' ... "
Lu Bixing stood up, pushed away the guards who followed him closely, and used his authority to call up all the orders recorded in the command center.
He swept through the chaotic battle reports at a glance-a large number of seven-galactic refugees entered, Lin Jingheng ordered the detonation point ... the secret channel coordinates never used were leaked, and anti-Uruguayan pirates descended from the sky ...
Dylan will come too fast. When breaking into the secret channel, there are only two small patrol teams of Weasel and Cyclops. Together, there are only 28 small mechs and two medium mechs. These two patrol teams will be ferocious. The invaders dragged on for 20 minutes, waiting for reinforcements, almost all of them are currently missing ...
In order to stop the pirates from coming, on Saturday he took his responsible patrol with a total of fourteen mechs, broke into the pirate camp, and detonated the secret channel with his own mech ...
Lu Bixing's reading speed has always been like a superman, but at this time, he knew all those words clearly, but could not understand the meaning.
He had to analyze the subject and predicate of the sentence word by word, sentence by sentence—
Cyclops ... lost contact.
Saturday ... exploded the secret channel ...
Exploded ...
Exploded ...
So, what about Lin Jingheng?
"Mr. Lu!" The guard helped him.
Lu Bixing seemed like a deadly artificial intelligence. After earning two hands that failed to break the guard, he had to subconsciously smile at the other party politely.
The guard was frightened by his smile: "You ... Do you need a tranquilizer?"
Lu Bixing thought blankly: What can I do? I have to do something.
"Don't calm down," he said quietly, as if he didn't know what he was talking about, but just answered incoherently in response to the words of others. "The chief commander ... the chief commander did not let me temporarily ... what did the chief commander let me do temporarily? "
Turan over the newsletter didn't dare to look at him, so she ordered: "Fire!"
The anger of the entire eighth galaxy poured out as she ordered. The pirate trying to break out hit him, and instinctively dodged in the opposite direction, blocked by Foucault waiting there, and became Sandwich cake between fire.
Doesn't it mean that the elite of the eighth galaxy is almost folded?
Doesn't it mean that there are only recruits recruited from the people in a hurry?
The anti-Uruguayan pirates who accidentally got stuck in the eighth galaxy probably didn't figure it out until they died. Why did these local gangsters come from the army and hate people who didn't know even before they enlisted in the army?
It can be like a desperate person, as if there is no retreat to fight for life.
"Mr. Lu, you ..."
"Give me the engineering department." Lu Bixing was in the midst of everything, and finally found a clue. He was like a child who was afraid of ghosts at night, holding a flashlight, just following the road under his feet, left and right. "Do n’t dare to look at it even at a glance." Please note that it ’s me. Please help me confirm whether the refugee starships have all landed. If not, contact the bases and let them land immediately. Centralized management. Within an hour, the entire galaxy was banned from air. Please ask the engineering department to use the communication channel keys of our internal personnel as the benchmark. All UFOs that cannot pass the key are marked down. Since the eighth galaxy is a closed environment, one The pirate mech cannot let go. "
"Access to the social security management department." Lu Bixing rushed to the guards, and the social security management department quickly connected.
Lu Bixing: "How many people are refugees from the seventh galaxy, give me an approximate figure."
"Mr. Lu, it is estimated that I am probably more than 800 million people."
"Okay," Lu Bixing nodded, "Give me a personal information collection and entry plan as soon as possible. This work will begin as soon as the air embargo is lifted. At the same time, I need you to provide more than three alternative resettlement plans for subsequent discussion. . "
The guard said tremblingly: "Mr. Lu, you really don't need to take a break ..."
"The general manager asked me to represent him, and I can't drop the chain," Lu Bixing said lightly, holding this sentence, like holding his golden rule, rules of life ... also like holding a life-saving straw, "Is the person in charge of the finance and planning department injured? If not, ask them to come and see me immediately. The emergency closure of the eighth galaxy means that in the future we can only be self-sufficient, and our own economic ecology is vulnerable. 800 million more people ... "
When he said this, it seemed that he finally opened his mind and felt that the entire eighth galaxy was heavily pressed on him. There were too many things to consider and to solve, and he couldn't sit down. Lu Bixing took a deep breath and violently. Stand up: "Don't follow me, please give me some refreshing things, strong tea, coffee, soothing ... everything."
The emergence of the eighth galaxy brought a series of chain reactions. Lu Bixing did n’t even have to sit down and take a sip of water. He pivoted between the frightening departments and mobilized everyone, and followed him. As if nothing had happened, focus on the problem at hand.
Until twenty hours later.
Saturday ’s bombing point was blown up in time, intercepting most of the main pirate forces. The Engineering Department and the angry Self-Defense Force joined forces to clean up the person who broke into the eighth galaxy. Completed the task.
"Mr. Lu." The correspondent called him.
Lu Bixing slightly ears on one side, and the earphones on the other ear are still connected to the conference room next door: "What?"
"The captain of the Turan Guard wrote back, the pirates have cleared ..."
Lu Bixing did not wait until the correspondent had finished speaking, and inertially ordered: "Okay, clear the battlefield, don't let the wreckage leave safety hazards in the galaxy's waterways, and the captives will be escorted to the first prison, and our casualty list will be submitted as soon as possible."
When he said that, it seemed as if a small pebble had suddenly fallen in his heart, and he gave a "squeak".
Lu Bixing realized something vaguely, raised his head blankly, and looked at the communications soldier with a complex look.
Submit our casualty list ... I always feel like a monster is hidden in this sentence.
He thought: Did I forget something?
"Mr. Lu, Captain Turan wants to speak to you."
Lu Bixing nodded, and Turan reappeared in the command post's communication video.
She took off her hat, and Turan's hair was inherently soft, and her short hair was slightly crushed by the military cap, which was why she hated short hair. In the past, General Lin couldn't bear to think that she wasted time on such boring things, and always attacked her personal image, forcing her to cut short, probably not in the future.
In the future, even if she kept her hair on the heel, no one would say she was like a monster.
Turan's eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were chapped. After a lapse of twenty hours, she and Lu Bixing faced each other again. The two sat and stood for a while, and no one spoke.
Then Turan pressed the cap on his forearm and put it flat on his side: "Mr. Lu, we have accurate information. The first two patrols that were attacked and dragged the pirates, and broke into the pirate camp, artificially. The team that blew up the jump point has been completely wiped out, and we have collected the wreckage. "
Lu Bixing's eyes moved slightly nervously.
Tu Lan: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, I ..."
"Oh," Lu Bixing nodded slowly, like a robot with a rusty neck, "I see, you mean Saturday, weasel, and ..."
Who else is here? He had only seen it before, but couldn't remember it.
"And ... and Cyclops."
Lu Bixing trembled, his eyes widened suddenly.
Turan spoke the name and broke the jar: "One more thing, I didn't have time to tell you that during the retreat, General Lin accidentally lost contact with us, and when the pirates outside the territory suddenly invaded the eighth galaxy, We have received news that Zhanlu at your house has crashed. "
At the command post, everyone held their breaths, waiting nervously for the necessary response to landing, fearing that he would collapse, and he was ready to rush up and stuff him into the medical cabin.
But after waiting for five minutes, Lu Bixing didn't respond. He still kept his original posture and even calmly commanded another conference room in the headset: "Sorry, please wait for me."
In these 48 hours, everything that happened was devastating enough to pierce a person's spirit, but they all happened together and weaved a nail bed. The person lies flat on it, but because he is evenly stressed, he is temporarily unscathed.
... As long as he doesn't move, don't think deeply, and don't break this delicate balance.
Turan suspected that he didn't understand what he said at all, so in the spirit of "long pain is worse than short pain", she simply pointed out: "Mr. Lu, the secret channel coordinates are exposed, and we infer that General Lin is likely to retreat. On the way, the accident was ambush by the Anti-Uzbek ... "
Lu Bixing suddenly interrupted her: "Wait, what did you just say? Zhanlu crashed?"
Turan opened his mouth.
Lu Bixing stood up like a sleepwalker: "How can he die at this time? Many things need him to deal with, I have to go and see."
After that, he just turned around and left.
Turan rushed to the correspondents next to him: "Still stunned, the medical cabin!"
The soldiers ran up and down to adjust the medical cabin. Others were wondering if they should stun the Chief Agent directly, and they saw Lu Bixing who walked out before arriving at the door. The whole person shook suddenly and grabbed it unconsciously. Staying at the door frame, still unable to maintain balance, just knelt down and hit his knees heavily on the floor with a muffled sound.
"Mr. Lu!"
"Nothing. Suddenly ..." Lu Bixing whispered to himself, "It's strange."
He grabbed the door frame and tried to get up, but then fell back again. He became a strange patient with muscle weakness. His hands and feet were stiff like puppets, so he couldn't handle the joints.
"I'm sorry," Lu Bixing said to the people who came to help him in an obscure way. "I don't know what happened ..."
Turan could not bear to cut off the communication.
From this day, the long cold winter of the eighth galaxy began.
The hope of relying on external material support has been cut off. Refugees need to be resettled, and the population is increasingly panicked.
As the economy in the galaxy has become more difficult, all social contradictions have also exploded, and the indigenous people ’s resistance to refugees has reached its peak, and even a small-scale armed conflict has occurred with each other.
The Self-Defense Force was struggling to extinguish fire everywhere, and in the process, the stock of nutritional needles was approaching the cordon.
The descendants of the eighth galaxy's keen smugglers immediately noticed that they were wrong. The currency that had just been circulated by the civilians was again resisted, and the market was degraded back to the stage of exchanging goods.
Then, a large number of counterfeit and inferior nutritional needles were created by some "smart people" and flowed into the market. The market order was once again devastated, and the grain reserves were in a hurry.
The eighth galaxy has experienced the time of Prince Gloria, and it is the only place in the past ten thousand years that has experienced the pain of hunger. Nutrition needles and nutrition creams are government credits. On this closed island, turbulence and unrest have come and gone.
For the next few days, Lu Bixing was exhausted every day. He had to report to the command center on time. He had to maintain agile thinking, emotional stability, and orderliness. He had to shoulder the burden left by President Edward. Against the previous style of life that was always muddy, he began to use both hard and soft, and even a few times, he let go of armed suppression.
After work, he went home alone and closed the door. No one except the emergency official summons and cut off all communications.
At the door of "General Lin and Engineer 001", the two dancing robots are rusted and left unattended. They have become two obsolete copper rotten irons. The lawn robot was wet by rain one day and the program went wrong. It would only be in one place every day Going in circles, one side of the small courtyard is not grassy, ​​and another piece of grass is soaring, like a ghost house. Lu Bixing neither repairs nor repairs. He goes in and out of sight every day, and when weeds grow on the stone road, he flattens himself.
Turan was always afraid that he would die alone in the house without a word of silence. He trembled and sent guards to patrol every day, peeping with infrared rays at any time to see if he was still alive.
One month later, Chief Edward, who was in bed, was finally discharged. That day, Lu Bingxing was on a business trip in an alien space, and Tu Lan came to pick up the chief.
As soon as she entered the door, she felt cold—because she met a few doctors and walked out of the chief's ward.
In the era of medical automation, there is only one case where human doctors are needed, that is, machines and fixed procedures cannot handle it.
"Captain of the guard," Chief Edward has changed into plain clothes, neatly packing himself, and looks like he's going to be discharged. "It's going to be a hard time, look at how thin you are."
"Not lean, the body fat rate has dropped a bit," Turan said. "I've added some training to myself recently."
The chief executive gave her an unexpected look.
Turan: "I am actually very lazy. I used to do routine training as a job, and I do n’t understand the general. I think if I am the boss, no one cares about me, and no one specifies my training volume. I am sure every day. Just at the command center, with Erlang's legs, he gave orders, and it was so cool to see others sweating like rain. "
"What now?"
"Now the greatest enjoyment every day is to go to the training ground, because when training physical fitness, my mind can be taken for granted." Turan smiled bitterly, and then asked, "Chief Chief, we have only seen a few doctors go out from here. You still Okay? "
"Sit." Chief Edward nodded at her without answering, asking instead, "how must it be?"
"Not so good," Turan sighed. "I asked the little White to secretly inquire about what he was doing when he was free. White said that he was trying to repair the Zhanlu system backed up in his home, and he went to get it. He went to bed in the medical cabin on time every day, used medicine to precisely control what time he got to sleep, and kept his body in the best state. He has not questioned the whereabouts of General Lin, and has not inquired if his father had a will or secret. The investigation report of the leak of the waterway coordinates was passed to him for more than ten days. The system showed that he had read it, but he did n’t mention it, did n’t mention blame, and did n’t mention how to deal with Saturday ’s things. I have forgotten everything about him, and now I have no choice but to let him take his idea and dare not talk to him. "
Chief Edward said, "When he comes back, you give him time to come and sit with me. I may not have much time."
Turan: "It's not ... a brain tumor, surgery isn't already ..."
President Edward said calmly, "My gene chain has a 'pop' response, and brain tumors are just a precursor."
In this era, there seems to be nothing that the medical cabin can't solve. Even if the spine is broken and tucked in for a while, it can jump out alive. As long as it is not brain death on the spot, it seems that it can be rescued anyway. But humans still age and die.
Death is like eternal light and love and the flood of the universe. It is eternal and immortal. Every time when people think that they are about to defeat death, they will soon find that there is still a long road running in front of Wangshan.
After one mountain, it is often another.
It's like "Pop reaction".
No one knows when this reaction will start, and it is usually a small problem in the beginning, but soon, the gene chain will start to break down comprehensively and irreparably, whether it is organ replacement, stem cell transplantation, gene scissors therapy ... ... all to no avail, the patient's body seemed to have been cursed in some way.
Turan: "But you are not young enough to break down the gene chain."
If you don't look at your face, the total length is actually not so old, it is just the age stuck between middle and old age. If it is a peaceful age, he should not have retired, and there is a lot of time to spend.
But his life was a life of hopelessness, a life of repeated trials and convictions of faith and ideals. He was displaced and almost killed by the rainbow virus. It was too bitter, and aging seemed to inevitably come early.
The chief muttered silently.
Turan whispered, "Are you all one by one, and discuss the picks together? Can't be like this, Chief, he can't bear it, you are too aggressive."
The sunken eyes of the general manager suddenly got wet: "Then let's do our best, Captain General-Turan, I will try my best to live longer and send you one more trip, but you must also be prepared."
Three days later, President Edward announced his recovery and re-entered work, and the first thing Lu Bixing returned from a business trip was to take a long vacation with him.
"I've arranged my work and handed it over. In case of urgent business, you can also call at any time. I'm at home anyway, I can go there in a few minutes." Lu Bixing said in an orderly manner, "Leave a leave Mainly I want a complete period of time to repair the Zhanlu system. You know, Zhanlu's database contains a lot of valuable information, which are the most cutting-edge technologies of the pre-war alliance. We need these things too much, and we have Zhanlu In the future, after we re-open the transition point, we can contact General Lin and the Silver Ten Guards through the contact with him on the first time, which is also a security guarantee. "
The general manager opened his mouth and wondered how to answer this.
Lu Bixing monotonically asked for leave from his personal terminal, pushed it into the personal terminal of the chief, signed him, and said with a little mockery: "I used to brag with Lin not to draw drafts. I said that I could make Zhanlu mecha and give me A laboratory, I can copy even the Garden of Eden ... I really do n’t know the heights and heights, and this time I came into contact with the core things, and found out that we are here after all a poor country, far from the cutting-edge technology of the alliance ... Well, you come back Now, I'm busy. "
"Definitely," the General Manager stopped him, and said hardly, "Some ... some things are irreversible. We have no choice but to accept them."
Lu Bixing's ears automatically filtered the words that he didn't want to listen to. He was deaf, and went out of his ears without stopping.