The damaged flanks of the mecha were scattered in the twisted space, the mental network fluctuated violently, and the unbalanced fuselage rotated at a crazy high speed, to the point where the mecha's own balance system had failed.
The one-eyed eagle felt that its twenty-three small pairs of ancestral chromosomes were about to be thrown out by centrifugal force. Then, the entire fuselage was filled with thick protective gas. The one-eyed eagle's whole body was tightly wrapped by the protective gas, and its hearing and vision were... Distorted one after another, he was like a bug in amber, hanging motionless in the air. He caught a glimpse of the vague Lin Jingheng, and suddenly thought: "Can he sustain it mentally alone?"
The One-Eyed Eagle had heard Admiral Lin's words However, given that all of Admiral Lin's achievements were silent and he never fought in major battles such as "Defend the Capital Star to the Death", One-Eyed Eagle has always been prejudiced against him and felt that Lin Jingheng was not worthy of his name and was completely a military commission. The public relations team selected the most human-looking pretty boy and worked hard to create an image.
"Invading fifteen mechas at once" sounds very powerful, but his mecha is Zhanlu.
When most of the interstellar pirates saw Zhan Lu, their legs were weak. Isn't it normal to use the alliance's most sophisticated weapons to deal with a bunch of wild rebels easily? As long as it's not a waste, it should be possible.
But after all, this simple little mecha is not Zhanlu. It doesn't even have its own intelligence, and the protection system has been paralyzed. The heavy blow and the huge pressure of the jump just now were all on Lin Jingheng. He is not like Zero Zero One. It seemed that he knelt down on the spot, which was already considered very tough. Seeing as they were now on the same boat, One-Eyed Eagle decided to help him.
The one-eyed eagle raised his hand and pressed it on the inner wall of the mecha's cabin, concentrating on penetrating into the turbulent mental network of the mecha, intending to become a voluntary "co-pilot" for him.
The mental network that had been bombarded just now was more ups and downs than he imagined, but before he could straighten it out, the one-eyed eagle's temples suddenly tightened.
Lin Jingheng: "Get out!"
Then, the mecha's mental network unceremoniously regarded the one-eyed eagle as an intruder and knocked it out directly. The one-eyed eagle's head seemed to have been penetrated by a steel needle, and the pain was like an explosion. He almost fainted.
Almost at the same time, before the mecha that had just jumped had time to shake off the debris on its flanks, Lin Jingheng ignored the overheating warning and forced another jump.
The one-eyed eagle's lungs were almost squeezed out, and just when he was about to be disconnected from the spiritual network, he caught a glimpse of a second missile from the corner of his eye. The missile was waiting near their jump landing point, burning The darkness rushed towards us, narrowly passing them by!
The two jumps almost drained the mecha's energy in an instant. When the mecha settled down again, the protective gas was sucked away. The one-eyed eagle staggered to its feet, and the buzzing in his ears continued: "You..."
"I "My mecha is my territory," Lin Jingheng said coldly, "There is no room for a second living creature in my mental network. This time is just a warning. Next time, I won't be so gentle. Be careful." Become a vegetative state."
The one-eyed eagle squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "When you land on the ground, I will blow your head off."
"Yes, you are welcome to try," Lin Jingheng shrugged, "After all, anyone who has a dream is great. One
-eyed Eagle: "..."
I want to kill him now!
The noise caused by overheating in the mecha gradually subsided, and it began to report damage and energy crisis one by one, and reposition the coordinates.
The one-eyed eagle thought of the thrilling double attack just now and couldn't help but talk more: "I said, this mecha belongs to you, right? You just came to the eighth galaxy a few years ago, did you do any digging tombs? Let people kill them all so relentlessly?"
This time, Lin Jingheng directly regarded the old Persian cat as a source of noise pollution and closed his ears as if he didn't hear it. He carefully assessed the surrounding situation, slightly adjusted the route, and turned off the power system. Let the mecha slide freely along a straight line at a constant speed.
The one-eyed eagle was angry at being ignored. He felt that this man's character was beyond repair. Even his back looked like he was looking for a beating. No wonder the Alliance Military Commission hired 800 public relations people, and the man named Lin was still notorious.
One-eyed Eagle: "Are you deaf?"
"That was an interstellar pirate just now." At this time, the protective door of the medical room opened, and Lu Bixing slid out in a wheelchair.
Several fractures on his body were wrapped in transparent bubbles, which isolated a sterile environment locally. Micro surgical instruments were automatically repairing his wounds, and there was a repair progress bar on the sterile bubbles.
The cold sweat on Lu Bixing's forehead had not dried yet, and he looked a little sick. He waved to the four students who were poking their heads in the nursing cabin. He started to popularize science on the spot like a museum guide: "In the year 258 of the New Calendar, how many of you have? was not yet born. In May, in order to commemorate the establishment of the alliance, a "Freedom Day" military parade was held outside the third galaxy. The honor guard passed by the junction of the Second Channel and the First Channel and was attacked by pirates from outside the region. At that time, the pirates used It's this kind of technology - to put it simply, it predicts that the attack target is ready to jump, and immediately releases a jump interference, causing the jumping mecha to deviate from its original destination and land in the attack zone where they ambush and just completed the jump. Both the mecha itself and the pilot found it difficult to withstand the second jump. They were just relieved psychologically. Many people were hit by missiles without even reacting. It was very tragic. I remember the attack at that time. The name of the pirates in the honor guard is..."
"Prince Gloria." Lin Jingheng was not deaf this time. "When the alliance was first established, interstellar pirates occupied the eighth galaxy. They fought among themselves when nothing happened. Five or six pirate governments were changed. The last pirate The government has designated Planet Gloria as its capital and calls itself the "Prince Gloria Guards" - One-Eyed Eagle. You started on Planet Gloria, so you won't forget about them so quickly, right?"
One-Eyed Eagle's expression suddenly changed.
Lu Bixing's back was turned to him and he didn't see his father's face. He just felt that the way Lin Jingheng looked at him was a bit strange. His eyes were heavy, as if he had a lot to say. When Lu Bixing looked back with a slight inquiry, the other party was as if nothing had happened. He slid away and looked away, as if nothing had happened just now.
Lu Bixing was puzzled by what he saw. He quickly and secretly used the reflected light on the cabin to take a look. He felt that the image of this sickly handsome man was generally good, but the two sterile bubbles on his head were actually symmetrical, like a pair of horns. Quite childlike.
Because it was inconvenient to remove the sterile bubble before the operation was over, Lu Bixing had to quietly adjust his sitting posture, flatten the shape of the bubble, and cover it with his hair.
"Ahem, how come you were fine when you came here, and then you ran into the Star Thief when you went back?" Lu Bixing felt a little uncomfortable with Lin Jingheng's gaze, rubbed his nose, and laughed dryly, "It couldn't have been because of me. "Isn't it because of his bad luck?"
He didn't know that the interstellar pirates had already bombed Votto. Lin Jingheng and One-Eyed Eagle looked at each other with solemn expressions on their faces, but they didn't say a word.
Fighting Chicken asked: "Principal, why is it difficult for mechas to jump twice?"
"First of all, jumping will cause the mental network to vibrate, and the mental link between the driver and mechas is often disconnected during the process." The surgery on Lu Bixing's wrist was completed. , the micro scalpel automatically flew back to the sterile bubble, sprayed a layer of healing agent on the micro-incision, and flew away from his wrist. Lu Bixing moved his wrist slightly, pointing one finger at a time, "Look at him. You all know the harm caused by involuntary disconnection of spiritual links."
After the four students read Zero Zero One, they all turned their attention to Lin Jingheng, probably knowing whose photo they would hold before the exam in the future.
"Secondly, the jump will cause the mecha to overheat and consume a lot of energy. You see, the remaining power was 50% just now. After two jumps, there is less than 10% left." Lu Bixing opened the interstellar battery on the mecha. coordinate map, looked up at Lin Jingheng, and asked, "Can I use some authority?"
Lin Jingheng didn't say anything. Then, the mecha's mental net that had just pulled out the one-eyed eagle was like a gentle vine, taking the initiative to pull the "co-pilot" "The position was given to Lu Bixing, and he was included in the spiritual network.
Lu Bixing waved his hand, and the sealed hatches around the mecha suddenly became transparent, allowing the people inside to see the vast universe around them with their naked eyes.
The first reaction of several students was to feel dizzy, because the elliptical mecha is rotating, and there are certain adjustment devices on the mecha. As long as it doesn't suddenly turn into an accelerating gyro, people can't feel the rotation in it, but if you look out with your own eyes, , very uncomfortable.
Then came fear.
Because there is no light source, no celestial body, and no human habitation around.
They are like a few small ants clinging to dead leaves, drifting with the current in the vast sea.
The sense of boundlessness brought by the universe is thousands of times more terrifying than the sea.
They can't see the route or the destination. Time and space are curled up in a way that goes against common sense. The fragile lives immersed in it simply don't dare to think about their own situation. The slightest thought will make their hair stand on end and they will subconsciously want to grasp it. Stay somewhere.
When we went there, several students fainted along the way and didn't feel anything. It was only then that the naughty children became frightened and asked Lu Bixing to close the picture quickly.
"What's the matter? When a mecha pilot is connected to the mecha's mental network, he must always pay attention to the outside world. Of course, he must see further than the naked eye because he has to predict emergencies. You guys are here If you can't stand it anymore, how can you take operational classes in the future?" Lu Bixing achieved his educational purpose, closed the picture, and withdrew from the mecha mental network very consciously. At the same time, he subconsciously glanced at Lin Jingheng, who was facing away from him, meticulous. Lower your head to correct the course.
But for some reason, Lu Bixing always felt that there was a line of sight locked on him in the spiritual network just now.
The first time was an accident that could be ignored, but what was it this time?
The sterile air bubbles on Lu Bixing's knees also flew away. He tried to stand up. His body recovered well, but a layer of hot sweat appeared on his back for no reason. He thought to himself: "Am I a little pretentious?"
Several people were affected by this. The education students did not notice that the principal was distracted and huddled around him cautiously. White did not dare to speak. Douji no longer wanted to apply for the mecha operation department. Mint, the boldest one, said directly: "Fortunately, I only plan to study design. ——Mr. Lu, when can we get to Beijing Star?"
White asked weakly: "Mr. Lu, the power is out, how can we get home?"
His words aroused people's concern about the shortage of survival resources in a closed environment. Fear - is there enough oxygen? Is there enough food and water? What will happen if the battery is completely out of power? Can the mecha still maintain its current state?
You must know that air pressure, air quality, and even the gravity of celestial bodies are fatal to fragile humans.
And based on the quality of a few of them, if nothing else, once the artificial gravity in the mecha fails, even weightlessness can kill them.
"In this case, it all depends on the pilot's ability." Lu Bixing said, "If it is not affected by gravity, the mecha's uniform motion consumes almost no energy, so an experienced pilot will quickly determine the supply location. Planning the most energy-saving path also requires avoiding gravitational sources as much as possible. In mecha operation, this is called "pooling operation". Isn't it as interesting as playing billiards?"
None of his four frightened students were interested. I didn't find it interesting.
"The channel has been calibrated. There is an abandoned air supply station nearby. It happens to be on the smuggling channel of the eighth galaxy. Let's try our luck." Lin Jingheng suddenly spoke. The four of them had hardly heard of "Fourth Brother" taking the initiative. The students who interrupted looked at him in surprise. Lin Jingheng paused, cleared her throat, and added as if to comfort them, "Usually in such nominally abandoned stations, there are people who provide illegal services to smugglers. "Yes, don't worry. The flight is expected to
take one and a half hours." This time, not only the students, but also the one-eyed eagle Zailu Bixing were all surprised by his pleasant look.
The one-eyed eagle raised an eyebrow: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Lin Jingheng pretended that he did not exist, walked to the route map, and sank into the mecha's mental network.
Zhan Lu just told him: "The partial scan has been completed."
The power system was turned to the minimum, and the mental network fell silent. Lin Jingheng had a premonition of something, her throat moved slightly, and she didn't say anything for a while.
"Sir?"
"...Well, tell me."
"I broke through the protective device and obtained a genetic sample from Principal Lu's brain. After testing, General Lu Xin's genotype meets the genetic conditions for being Principal Lu. The probability of paternity It is higher than the test index, and General Lu Xin's genotype is consistent with his biological father..."
Lin Jingheng suddenly felt difficult to breathe, and the mental connection with the mecha trembled violently. His body remained motionless with his back to everyone. The ups and downs of mental fluctuations are digested alone in the boundless universe.
The stormy waves of loneliness stirred up where there was no light.
Like a silent tsunami.