The whole playful exercise has been going on for more than four hours, because the anti-tracking system only has the basic functions turned on, and soon everyone became familiar with it in the process of rushing to get it.

After getting familiar with it, the process of tracking and counter-tracking was skipped, and the exercise began to change from fighting wits to biting each other.

The "Self-Defense Force One" that was driven on Saturday was flexible in operation, bold and meticulous. He was indeed working harder than everyone. Unfortunately, the rafters that stood out were rotten first. After the Self-Defense Force split, many people disliked him. At this time, the remaining people in the field spontaneously joined forces to encircle him.

Saturday was a little smarter than the others, nor was it much smarter. In this situation, he was quickly hit by a virtual missile and had to leave the field sadly. In the exercise field, the Self-Defense Force, which had only more than 20 people, was wiped out.

This made their crazy slogans and exercises a while ago become a joke that was not convincing. People love jokes, so the sounds of applause and cheering in the square became more intense.

Lin Jingheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the mechas that collided with each other like bumper cars in the exercise field, and twisted out the cigarette butts.

The one-eyed eagle shook his head: "You are really smart. I tell you, Lin Jingheng - otherwise, you will let go of everything, fight for world peace for life, conduct three sentences every day, and become a saint completely. Otherwise, you will not be scruples about anything, just kill anyone, kill him with a happy vote, and do whatever you want, no matter what you are stuck in the middle - what is the thing like? Oh, you are full of hatred, endured humiliation, and fought with small movements, and were full of righteousness with a shy face. Why, do you still think you are not bad?"

After saying this long string, he was still not satisfied. He also pointed at Lin Jingheng: "It's embarrassing!"

Lin Jingheng threw the cigarette butt expressionlessly: "I gave you a face, right?"

The short peace between the two could not support a half-time break. Seeing that the smell of slightness appeared again, Lin Jingheng suddenly remembered something, restrained his temper in time, and said to the One-Eyed Eagle: "Hey, I'll ask you something."

The one-eyed eagle's face, which was two hundred years old but still young, showed a contemptuous sneer: "If you ask me, just say? What am I? Is Zhanlu's search engine?"

Lin Jingheng ignored it: "Have you heard of the 'Nuwa Plan'?"

The one-eyed eagle's smile suddenly froze: "What?"

"On Beijing beta star, I have asked Zhan Lu to scan his genes three times, but it doesn't match three times." Lin Jingheng looked at the expression of the one-eyed eagle. "There is a protective device in his brain that was accidentally damaged when the chip was implanted illegally. After being discovered by Zhan Lu, I got the genotype of his brain tissue."

Unpredictable, Lin Jingheng put the tacit story of the two of them on the table, and the one-eyed eagle caught him off guard.

"You have been hiding it for so many years, and suddenly you find out that I know this secret, but you just passively avoid it. You have never even questioned me how I confirmed his life experience. Your attitude is unreasonable, Brother Lu, if you want me to see it, it is more like there is another secret hidden under one secret. Are you afraid that you will say more and make mistakes, right?"

The corners of the one-eyed eagle's mouth were frozen and dead. The unrestrained smile patterns at the corners of his eyes seemed to tear apart his face, revealing his skin, and the dark texture that had been experiencing a hundred years of war.

"You are not suitable for keeping secrets. Since you don't like the Alliance's silly things, I'll just say it." Lin Jingheng lowered his voice and asked word by word, "What is the protective device in his brain protecting? Where does it come from? Why does the brain genes and body not match? He - and you, does it have anything to do with the Nuwa plan?"

He pressed step by step, and saw the dagger, and the one-eyed eagle's eyelids began to hop wildly, and his hands subconsciously pressed on the laser gun in the back.

Lin Jingheng had no intention of dodging and giving in at all - this is the mecha station, the vast mecha spirit network is his territory, and no one can murder Admiral Lin in the mecha group.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and a cheer came from the other side of the square. The exercise was completely over. The "I'm the world's number one" team may have been too naughty and had little luck. They struggled and still did not escape the fate of being at the bottom. The onlookers shouted in unison: "Dissue! Disband!"

This adds a bit of lively comedy to this infighting that cannot be played.

The one-eyed eagle is truly true and not suitable to keep a secret. He didn't say a word, but a series of reactions have leaked everything.

Lin Jingheng looked at him, thrust hard in his heart, and nodded slowly: "Okay, I have a idea."

"If you still remember Lu Xin's kindness to you, if you still have a little conscience," the one-eyed eagle rolled for a moment, and squeezed out a sentence from it, "Don't touch this matter again. Thirty years have passed, and it won't be in your way."

Lin Jingheng looked at him deeply, turned around and walked out of the mecha station.

"Stop!" The one-eyed eagle called out loudly, "Also, if you don't want Lu Xin's ghost to knock on your door in the middle of the night, you don't use the dirty tricks of you powerful people on my son, which is disgusting."

Lin Jingheng paused, suspecting that there was something wrong with his hearing: "What did you say?"

"Don't hear it clearly? Then I'll say it again," the one-eyed eagle gritted her teeth and glared at him. "Great General Lin, don't always treat others as rural bullies who have never seen the world. I know what you free and civilized Votto scumbags are. Don't I understand enough about your despicable means to my son?"

It is very clear, second only to the famous saying in the ancient proverb "How much do you want to leave my son."

Lin Jingheng said: "Are you sick?"

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps and involuntarily replayed the high theory of the One-Eyed Eagle in his mind. Lin Jingheng couldn't help but feel that the strength of the retaliation just now was not enough, so he turned around and hit it again, "Can you go find some medicine yourself?"

At this time, a surveillance camera in the corner of the mecha station turned over, and there were only a few people with permission. You don’t have to think about who was behind the surveillance.

The one-eyed eagle looked up very sensitively and shouted at the surveillance monitor: "What are you looking at!"

Lin Jingheng also stared at the surveillance camera in a lawsuit, shut his mouth firmly, and left with his sleeves.

Lu Bixing sighed at Lin Jingheng who disappeared in the surveillance camera, turned off the video, blocked the old Persian cat with a straight eyebrows, and suspected that the natural enemy between the One-Eyed Eagle and Lin Jingheng, who had been afraid of being born in the past lifetimes, was born to attack.

The base's armed reserves were aroused by Lu Bixing, and each of them held their breath and came down from the sky. The originally joking teams became nervous and clearly divided, almost separated from the Chu River and Han boundaries, and passed by without hesitation.

From this day on, the situation of the base has become more and more complicated day by day.

The anti-tracking system is superimposed on new functions every day. At the beginning, it simply folds the signal once. After more than ten days, the folding times are getting more and more. A mecha emits a signal. After passing the anti-tracking system, it can often fold a small maze around it. It is becoming increasingly difficult to get over the anti-tracking system at the technical level. The exercise is forced to rise from simple and rough bumper car movements to the tactical strategic level.

There are also fewer and fewer teams on the field, and the list of teams on the multimedia screen is gradually shortening. At first, there were nineteen teams, and a single line could not be written down, but now there is only a small piece left.

Once the eliminated team members landed, they would be ridiculed and mocked by the onlookers. They were often unwilling to leave in shame, and they would join other teams the next day and go to the heaven to avenge their private revenge. After the old team was disbanded, their past comrades often chose to join different teams due to differences of opinion, personal relationships, etc., and thus became opponents again. The relationship between these new enemies and old friends was subtle, adding more variables to the exercise.

"Alliance", "betrayal", "Infernal Affairs" and "Counter-espionage plan" are staged one after another, which is dazzling.

The elderly in the surviving team are constantly running in and confirming their position in the team in the face of the newcomers who are constantly joining. Therefore, the teams participating in the exercise have formed their own organizations and rules very efficiently between contradictions and conflicts, and even have internal levels and mutual cooperation.

High-intensity physical training every day is anti-human, but it is fun to fight with others - especially the audience is there to support it.

Like ancient people who had to chase the World Cup against the jet lag in ancient times, they stopped watching small movies and flocked to the square regularly to watch live exercises. The audience was not of high quality, and not only did they ridicule the losers in the venue without any mercy, but they also had to fight each other because of inconsistent views.

In this atmosphere, the surviving team has long lost the mentality of exercise. In addition to the four and a half hours of energy-intensive battles every day, they have to get together to discuss tactics when they go back, or try every means to use tricks to stumbling to their opponents.

In the past, the drivers of these two knives would have to be concussed for a week after falling out of line in space, and would leave an indelible psychological shadow. Now, they would struggle every day and not get rid of line two or three times, which is not considered participating in the exercise. The four students who are specifically responsible for catching people off the field have greatly improved the matching degree of the mechas, with an average increase of 15%, and they have become skilled workers who drag drones.

When there were only three teams left in the exercise field, Lu Bixing announced that the anti-tracking system test was completed and it could be officially applied and the exercise was suspended.

Among the three teams, the Self-Defense Force had the least number on Saturday. From the first day of the exercise, the Self-Defense Force embarked on the road of being besieged. Later, siege became a habit, and they were also beaten into "public enemy". Everyone seemed to have some deep hatred with them. At the beginning of each exercise, the primary task was to tacitly unite and beat the Self-Defense Force out. In this case, the Self-Defense Force actually lived to the end. He was used to being beaten and got beaten, and his combat effectiveness and maneuvering reaction began to stand out, almost becoming a short and concise "powerful force".

The most crowded group is called "Golden Warriors". Because of the word "gold", it has attracted a large number of fans. Every time a hundred mechas are on the field, they can account for half of them. The boss of "Golden Warriors" is a woman who doesn't look like she is not so slim and is named Foucault. When the stinky sister was in charge of the Self-Defense Force, she was one of the old-fashioned members. She rarely expressed her opinions and did not make many suggestions. But she was there every time she had something, so when she was inexplicably ranked seniority, others could always think of her.

There is also a team called "Iron Face Rider" - "Iron Face" with "Iron Face" with "Iron Face". It has a very righteous name and a very low moral level. It is a shameless gangster team. The first one to buy spies, send traits, and give laxatives to competitors was them. There was a boss with a sharp-mouthed mouth and monkey cheeks. No one remembered the name of this person, nicknamed "Weasel". When he was young, he was a pimp who scattered in the underground black market and sneaked around. Now he is over 200 years old. The weasel does not change his "heroic nature" and is still a pure despicable villain.

Lin Jingheng opened the three-dimensional approach and asked Zhan Lu to cooperate with Lu Biling. It took three days to install the anti-tracking system that was rushed to launch, and conducted the last field test, which was well operated...even beyond Lin Jingheng's imagination.

After this anti-tracking system is launched, once the signal sent by the base is captured and tracked, three hundred indistinguishable forks will appear in front of the person who tracks them, and the probability of finding the base coordinates is one in three hundred.

What kind of project is this?

If it is in Votto, the Alliance Military Commission will have to hold at least six hearings before finalizing the plan. After bidding and construction, it will take at least nearly a year to accept it. Before it is officially launched, the Military Commission will assign an approval team to organize the test, and the test will take another half a year. People will feed them, take kickbacks, and the academic engineers who have never been on the battlefield and the front-line troops have different ideas, conflicts and frictions, and repeatedly restrain each other. Such an exquisite anti-tracking system will take two years to successfully complete, and a few hundred million galaxy coins are no problem.

Lin Jingheng finally checked manually and adjusted it according to the interstellar waterway map. While admiring secretly, he felt a little inexplicable pride. Lu Bixing was like a rare flower to him. Even though he had been lost in barren soil and had experienced countless winds and frost that he could not find out or imagined, it finally grew brilliant colors on its own.

Admiral Lin rarely gave a very high evaluation: "If I were in the Silver Fortress, I would have laid off the entire military team."

Lu Bixing said modestly: "This one is very rough and can only be used in emergency situations. After using it a few times, the other party will find the trick."

Lin Jingheng stared at the anti-tracking system, quickly calculated several ambush plans in his mind, and asked casually: "What are the plans for the future?"

"Open a school," Lu Bixing said, "Xinghai College has died, but I am still not very willing."

"The school can handle it at any time after peace, it's not a problem." Lin Jingheng said, and called out his personal terminal and wrote and painted on the waterway map. "Maybe after this war, the alliance will no longer be the previous alliance. Have you ever thought about where to go in the future? If we leave the base in the future, do you want to find a relatively safe post-war refuge, or do you want to be an engineer with the army?"

Lu Bixing said without hesitation: "I will follow you."

Lin Jingheng must have heard this before, even if he would not take it to his heart, but suddenly, he remembered the utter words that the old Persian cat had put in the mecha station that day, and looked up at Lu Bixing in a strange way.

Lu Bixing's eyes were extremely bright. When he touched Lin Jingheng's gaze, he seemed a little nervous. He wanted to avoid his eyes. The tiny light shook slightly in his iris, almost flashing a stream of light. He even reached out to apply a hand under his nose.

His words "I will follow you" just now immediately became ambiguous.

Lin Jingheng thought quietly: "Fuck your ancestor one-eyed eagle."

The air seemed to start to heat up, and after a few seconds, the two of them looked away from their eyes.

Lu Bixing was panicked and started a random conversation: "There are three teams left at the base now, so it doesn't make it meaningless to let them fight in the internal battle. Tomorrow, can you help and serve as a test?"

Lin Jingheng basically didn't hear what he said, and agreed immediately: "Okay."
Chapter completed!