Imperfections

"I don't think this decision is in line with your behavioral pattern," Zhanlu's voice echoed in the open third, "Sir, what made you make this decision?"

This is a barren land ten days away from the base. The cluttered signals are emitted through the formed anti-tracking system, like a huge kaleidoscope erected in the stars.

The three trench base teams have been hidden.

The weapon system was closed again, and only a virtual muzzle was installed. A virtual gun is actually a special electromagnetic wave. Whoever is marked is equivalent to being "hit". If it exceeds a certain strength, it means that the protective cover is Crushed.

Like toys, very funny.

Lin Jingheng felt like a two-meter-three strong man, holding a two-inch long squirt gun, standing at a chaotic intersection, ready to play a ghost game with a group of preschool bear children.

The bear children were horrified from the bottom of their hearts. Hairless chickens usually hid in all directions, lest they become the dead soul of the water gun falling soup.

The next four and a half hours of General Lin's task is to find them one by one, and gently spray the soft little **** with a water gun-it must not be heavy, otherwise the almond in their brain will shake. Show him.

This embarrassing process will also be filmed. After the exercise, it will be taken back for watching ... Fortunately, this place has left the scope of the internal network and the base cannot broadcast live.

General Lin, who has been wise for decades, has been swept away.

However, there is nothing more important than the face of a man in the world, so Lin Jingheng turned his face on Zhanlu without changing his face: "The three remaining teams in the base are almost a result of similar natural selection. Ingenious, defensive, and mobile commandos have their own strengths. If they know the cooperation and are familiar with the anti-tracking system, there is still a certain potential. "

"You didn't judge it that way last time," Zhanlu whispered him ruthlessly. "The last time you said, the three remaining teams represent the three stubborn tumors of human society—the mean man, the stupid majority. , And the big fool with day-dreaming. "

"..." Lin Jingheng was silent for two seconds. "That was a joke."

This time, Zhan Lu didn't have "hahaha", but said a little confused: "According to the context and the language pattern you are used to, I don't think that was a joke."

Lin Jingheng's tone started to be bad: "The biggest difference between humans and artificial intelligence is that there is no fixed pattern of human behavior and language."

Zhan Lu reasonably refuted: "Sir, it seems that sociology and psychology are not your specialty. In fact, the study of human behavior patterns has begun as early as the Earth's era. In fact, all kinds of seemingly complex behaviors of humans have Intrinsic logic. For example, based on your historical data, you would say to me ... "

Lin Jingheng: "Shut up!"

Zhan Lu: "... shut up."

The Alliance's first mech and his master almost shared the same voice. Zhan Luton paused and performed his duties faithfully: "Yes, execute the 'shut up' command."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

He now wants to remove Zhan Lu from Zhongsan. This two-cell phone's mech core only fits on the gym bike.

"You should already know the rules." At this time, Lu Bixing's voice sounded on each exercise mech. "In previous exercises, you did not have the authority to track the system, but this time is different. Of the three teams, Everyone has part of the authority of the anti-tracking system. In this exercise, your opponents are not each other, only General Lin, who will be your hunter. In short, this game used to be everyone's blindfold. Hunting each other, this time only General Lin blindfolded, he came to hunt all of you. "

The mech pilots of the three teams heard this, and instead of rejoicing that the difficulty was reduced, they became more nervous.

"Today, we do not plan to eliminate anyone," Lu Bixing continued. "From now on, entering the points link, the lowest point ranking, is responsible for remote patrolling around the base until the next strike. I remind you that the long-range patrol is long. And pain, once there is danger, you are on the front line. When passing through some areas, the patrol members do n’t even have a signal to communicate with each other. It is easy to cause symptoms such as anxiety and mental tension, which will affect you to some extent. Follow-up performance. That is to say, I'm afraid I won't be able to turn over once I lose, so please be cautious today. "

There was a thief in Saturday ’s eyes, and Foucault adjusted the formation at the end. The weasel has begun to use the permissions of the anti-tracking system to check the positions of the other two teams. It does n’t matter if the team is wiped out. As long as the other two competitors are worse, they can naturally stand out.

"Lin, you said that the combat experience and ability of the Star Pirate is beyond our imagination," Lu Bixing's voice flowed out of Zhongsan's communication device. As if it sounded in his ear, Lin Jingheng's ear moved slightly. , I heard the other party say, "If the Star Pirate really swept into the area through a remote signal, I want to know if the anti-tracking system can withstand this challenge. Don't be merciful."

Lin Jingheng glanced at the communication screen, and Lu Bixing hurriedly added: "I mean, don't show mercy to my men, just click on them."

Lin Jingheng: "Don't show mercy to your men?"

Lu Bixing didn't know what child's inappropriate meaning was heard in the normal questioning. He smiled quickly, he quickly cut off the communication and his earlobes turned red.

Lin Jingheng: "..."

After a moment, he returned to his senses, refrained from pouring a half glass of wine to himself, and sighed.

A massacre began in the sadness of the general.

"Saturday Brother," a holiday voice came from the newsletter, "The weasel is moving, moving closer to Foucault. Are you planning to form an alliance?"

A moment of groaning on Saturday: "Focco has the most people, the biggest goals, and the easiest to locate. If I am an opponent, I will definitely rank them as the first goal."

"I don't know" during the holiday: "Why the weasel ..."

"Touching fish for muddy water," said a self-defense team member, "do you not know him after playing for so long? Now they lean on, and they are going to stick together, once Foucault is discovered by General Lin, weasel One thing is to attack Foucault, to break up such a large team directly behind, it is not so easy to cross the mech group in the third, then Foucault will be their best shield, weasel can hide behind the shield to attack Third, no matter how many effective attacks can be hit, there will be points-there is a jump point behind them, and they can be withdrawn at any time after the attack. "

"Weasel did not participate in the patrol that time," another self-defense team member said quietly at this time, "he didn't know what it was like to meet General Lin."

Saturday: "What does it feel like?"

"His spiritual net ..." The self-defense team member said, his voice trembling a bit. "When his spiritual net swept over, you feel like you are a sick seedling in a field. When the sickle cuts over, it is simply There is no room to dodge, and you are harvested before you have time to react. When you are forced to disconnect the spiritual net, you are not as relaxed as usual. You have the illusion of falling into ice water and falling into a hollow vacuum. I did n’t listen to anything on my body, as if I was dead like this—Saturday Boss, I was in the periphery at the time, and some people who faced General Lin directly, let alone start the armor, just sleep at the base, and dare not turn off the lights at night . The weasel thought too beautifully. With their firepower, they would not be able to hit people outside the scope of the heavy armored spiritual net. Once they entered the scope of their spiritual net, they still wanted to run? "

"Don't panic," Shen Sheng said on Saturday. "We still have an anti-tracking system. Now listen to my order, everyone will fall apart and keep the column!"

"Saturday, we've moved three times!"

Under the surveillance of the anti-tracking system, Zhongsan's track was presented to the three teams in small detail. It began to make circular movements around the periphery of the anti-tracking system, and then stopped near a jump point.

"Boss on Saturday, what is he doing?"

"Don't guard the jump point, move away quickly," said quickly on Saturday, "spread a bit more."

"Can't break up," said the holiday. "We're not on the intranet. Now the communication is fixed-point communication. No signal will be received if it is spread out!"

On Saturday, he stared at the third orbit without a blink. Shen Sheng said, "It is said that these frontline generals have experienced more battlefield conditions than you have eaten, and you can feel a little change in the surrounding energy field. .People in the exercise team are afraid of him, and they are prepared to evacuate at any time if they are found. They must be guarding the jump point, and the heavy armor can be scanned remotely through the jump point ... "

Before he could finish speaking, Zhongsan suddenly jumped, and Saturday's heart jumped hard.

The next moment, Zhong San appeared behind the weasel out of nowhere, and the weasel with a wishful thinking was too late to respond, and the entire "Iron Armor" team suddenly "solidified"! At the same time, on monitoring, the Weasel's Iron Armored Team went dark as a whole, Lin Jingheng didn't use a virtual cannon, and swept their spiritual net directly!

Due to the bad intentions of the weasel, all the mech's virtual muzzles are aimed at the allies, and they are ready to load, and at the moment when control is taken away, all the virtual guns are fully opened, and the tide swept across Foucault "Golden Warrior".

Fortunately, Foucault was wary of the weasel early. At the moment of the triple jump, their team suddenly dispersed, but no army was overwhelmed.

On Saturday, his eyes brightened, and he quickly synchronized the coordinates to everyone ’s mecha: "Go back to the nearest jump point, we are ready to jump!"

In the face of Lin Jingheng, he had no time to hide, he still rushed up!

Holiday: "Saturday Brother, are you crazy?"

"Now I don't take the initiative to fight now, I can only wait for him to be chased, don't grind away!" After speaking on Saturday, he rushed out first, and the Self-Defense Forces followed him countless times, and the Jedi was born. Habits, followed immediately.

For just such a moment, the Golden Warriors had broken into the army under the crushing of heavy armor and hurriedly retreated to the transition point. The next moment, the Self-Defense Forces suddenly met them and rushed out of the transition point. The timing was almost accurate. They borrowed With the cover of the defeated soldiers, like a dagger suddenly out of the dark, he rushed to the third!

The huge body of the heavy armor ellipse looks like a dazzling pearl. Watching it through the spirit net on Saturday, the human-machine matching degree has reached the highest value in his lifetime. The virtual cannon has been issued. As long as you can scan the side of the triple third, you can get a considerable score, even if it is swept out in the next second ...

However, his vision was dark. At the next moment, the two controlled "Iron Armor" mechas seemed to have prejudged. They just blocked the virtual cannon. On Saturday, his heart tightened, and suddenly he had an ominous premonition. It was too late to retreat Then, instantly, his whole hair was exploded. The mech spirit net seemed to be suddenly covered by something. The dying suffocation instantly drowned him. There was a "hum" in the brain on Saturday, and the man-machine matching degree Directly dropped from 75%, he immediately lost consciousness.

The Self-Defense Force's dagger in the dark was also crushed, and the survivors hurried back to try to escape under the cover of the anti-tracking system.

But it was too late. Zhongsan invaded several exercise mechs, and of course obtained the authority of the anti-tracking system. Lin Jingheng took off the blindfolded strips, and the little mice hiding in the east didn't know what to do. In half an hour, the whole army was wiped out in exhausted lives.

The four-and-a-half-hour exercise is expected to end in a mess in less than forty minutes. The three teams are neat and tidy. They collectively scored negative points, and they lost exactly the same, and they could not even rank.

The four students responsible for monitoring the exercise field looked at each other, speechless.

Either the base is armed or the anti-tracking system is hard-working. In the eyes of those who have actually seen the battlefield, this loophole is so riddled and vulnerable.

I don't know how long it took before White cautiously called out in the newsletter: "Mr. Lu, is it over?"

"Well," Lu Bixing said with some difficulty, "Well, the exercise is over, organize the scene and pay attention to the injured."

Then, the communicator was silent for half a minute. Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his tone and said smoothly: "There are three fatal mistakes today. The first is the jump point. When the anti-tracking system was deployed the previous two days, I paid attention. Until he was very careful to avoid all the transition point orbits, otherwise, it is estimated that they die faster today? I didn't expect to encrypt the transition point at the time, and I was ecstatic to be boasted. The second is the battle of the team The consciousness couldn't keep up. The iron surface rider and the gold and the warriors were afraid before they started. They would be swept up by the heavy armor when they stayed at the jump point. They are all under the control of the third monitoring and self-introduction. The third is that the permissions of the anti-tracking system are not further encrypted. Once our company is invaded, the other party will immediately get all the information of the anti-tracking system, and the anti-tracking system will become I don't think about other people's maps. "

Huang Jinglian: "General Manager Lu ..."

Lu Bixing laughed: "What? Go ahead, I'm fine, I'm not ready to clean up the mess, I still need to adjust the anti-tracking system."

To clean up the mess, the students are skilled workers, and it is time to drag them away, and it is time to treat them. In a huge interstellar maze, Lu will sit alone in the mech, with the data of the exercise just before him.

It is impossible to say no frustration.

Since the three-month agreement with Lin Jingchang, Lu Bixing has been living in the workshop of Jijia Station. When Admiral Lin gets up every morning to torture his body, he has already started work in the workplace. Still thinking is not satisfactory.

And he was just a young man after all.

Lu Bixing allowed himself to be in a daze for a minute, then quickly rubbed his face and cleared his emotions-turning the heavy efforts and efforts of the past few months into a goose feather, blowing his breath to let them go with the wind. These are the two skills that he used to run into on the mech when he was a teenager: he didn't value his feelings too much, and he didn't value his time too much.

Because the feelings are subjective and controllable, as for the time spent ... do you not sleep for a few months? To say that you "pay the time" is too much to take yourself seriously.

At this time, a docking request was sent over, and Lu Bixing looked up and found that Chong San did not know when he was approaching. The mech receiving platform on heavy armor was open to him.

Lin Jingheng waited at the door of the Mech Receiving Station in Zhongsan. Through the glass window, he watched Lu Xiaoxing's little mech slowly docked, with no expression on his face. The left hand behind him moved the knuckles of his right hand one by one. I suspect that I am too much.

The issue of the transition point was noticed when he helped Lu Bixing to deploy the anti-tracking system, but he just adjusted it silently without reminding him.

Because he knew that he was critical and critical, he always deliberately converged in front of Lu Bixing, and the transition point like the "double-edged sword" was indeed not a major flaw in Lin Jingheng's view. For him, it can even be used as a trap in actual combat Props-Yuan Yuanren is so dead ... but he didn't expect that Lu Bixing would ask him to participate in the exercises at the base.

"I should take a few more laps," Lin Jingheng thought. "At least I waited for four and a half hours, and then I almost started."

After the air pressure in the cabin was adjusted, Lu Bixing got up and down from the small mech. Lin Jingheng saw the person from a distance, his back was stiff, and he looked more serious.

Lu Bixing walked towards him, and the two were relatively silent for a while.

Lin Jingheng took the lead in opening his mouth: "A project, from the initial conception of the design to the completion of the construction, is a very difficult task, which requires systematic thinking, also needs to take into account various details, and requires a lot of time and energy. Compared to It's too easy to pick a vulnerability attack. After all, there can be no perfect thing in the world. Although it is necessary to find loopholes and make up for it, if someone thinks that the person who is provocative is better than the person who builds it, he is just pure. Just stupid ... cough, don't worry about them. "

Lin Jingheng said, remembering that when he was young at times, Lu Xin would lean on his shoulder and talk to him. He subconsciously wanted to imitate it, but he was really not an extrovert. He had never been so "good to two guys" with him. He raised his hand for a long time and did n’t know where to put it. The more embarrassed the one-eyed eagle's heresy, Jump out to show a sense of presence.

Lin Jingheng's palm almost burst into cold sweat.

Lu Bixing looked a little surprised. He suddenly squeezed his hand, looked at his eyes and asked, "Are you comforting me, general?"

Lin Jingheng subconsciously wanted to draw it back, and half of it felt too deliberate, stiffened there.