"General, I always feel that the Liberty Legion is different from the other two pirates," said Tulan. "The group of people who occupied Votto have the greatest ambitions, and the craziest dysfunction will be. Both of these characteristics are: when you fight with them, you will know that they are rich, prepared, and have been planning for a long time. The heavy armor organization is almost the same level as the throat fortress of the alliance back then, but the Liberty Legion is different."

Lin Jingheng nodded. The Free Legion alone looked very chaotic from a management perspective. When experimenting with "opium", he had to cooperate with the small cult gang of the Eight Galaxies. What he did was terrible, but his personnel quality was like temporary workers.

Lin Jingheng has had contact with them twice. Whether it is the "Zero-Zero" who is scared and urinated when he is disturbed, or the small mecha team that is brainless after being disturbed later, they don't look like a serious rebellious force.

"This kind of biochip is made out of the domain and is experimented with the eight galaxies, so we didn't think about it at the beginning," Tulan continued, "but if you think about it carefully, one-fifth of the population of the eight galaxies is emptiary cerebral disease and is so poor that there is no spare money to take drugs? This should be specifically targeted at the alliance, especially after the collapse of the Garden of Eden. So... Is there such a possibility that some people have known that the Garden of Eden will collapse and designed this step very early. The so-called Liberty Legion is just a small gangster whom this person supports."

"The Glorious Group wants to establish an empire, and the dysfunctional will... Whether it conforms to their teachings or not, they should have the scientific research ability and do not need to find someone to experiment with chips." Lin Jingheng said softly, "So the person who supports the Free Legion behind them is probably an insider of the alliance. This person knows everything in advance and must have connections with one of the other two major pirate forces, and may even be their inner support. Why should he deliberately support another group of people?"

"For money and power, it is possible." Tulan said, "Opium is popular in the alliance and will bring unimaginable huge profits. If the planner does not have enough voice and bargaining power, then choosing to cooperate with the big pirates is equivalent to marrying others. If you want to make money as fast as possible in the cracks of troubled times and have your own armed forces, what else is more efficient than precise drug trafficking? People are more promising than those of us who organize people in remote areas of the organization!"

Lin Jingheng looked at her coolly.

Tulan quickly pinched his mouth: "I was wrong, I won't speak. General, don't shave my head, everything is easy to discuss!"

"There's another thing," Lin Jingheng paused, and said, "Why did the Free Legion attack the Mortals Base? What exactly do they want? By the way, has the encryption cracked on the Mortals Ark?"

"No," Tulan spread his hands, "Teacher Lu is not here, we are very short of technical jobs now, General!"

Lu Bixing followed the Chief and the others. Since he wanted to revive the Eighth Galaxy, he must first restore production and rebuild social order. After receiving the support from General Lin, the Chief was so excited that he cried and hid in the house and cried all night. Before the corroded muscles on his body had grown smoothly, he took his old, weak, sick and disabled team to fight. The initial idea was to use the relationship network of the former members of the Free Alliance Army, such as the One-Eyed Eagle, Yu William and others, to glue the major planets of the Eighth Galaxy together. After the Free Alliance Army was disbanded, most of these people had their own forces. If they could be integrated, the social order would be easy to sort out.

The one-eyed eagle took Yu William in one direction and sent Lu Bixing to represent himself and follow the general. It was called "acting separately and improving efficiency", but Captain Tulan Guard had already seen through the real purpose of the old Persian cat - he was to throw Lu Bixing, who was running toward General Lin.

"Bai Yin San doesn't know which Monkey Mountain to pull the flag for whom. Teacher Lu is not here. This won't work, General," Tulanyu said earnestly, "Or you should control it a little..."

Lin Jingheng heard the female hooligan talk less and less like a human being, and immediately turned his back: "What should I restrain myself!"

"I mean temper, restrain temper!" Tulan also realized that his words were arguing, and quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong. Oh, General, you said that you are so serious and thoughtful, and you are really thinking... I didn't say that you should restrain anything else, I mean... You can be a little friendly and get the person first, and then you will find that the world is full of love and fragrance..."

Lin Jingheng turned around and looked at her without a smile, thinking that Captain Tulan Guard should be filled into the cesspool, so that she could experience what "the world is full of love and fragrance" means.

Captain Tulan's tail sound became weaker and weaker, and soon the power went out, so he turned around and ran away: "I'll go to examine the prisoners."

"Wait," Lin Jingheng called her impatiently, "When will you come back?"

Tulan replied strongly: "Low, the clues will be found to be reported to you immediately!"

Lin Jingheng: "...Who fucking asked you?"

Tulan, the captain of the guard whose tentacles were cut off, realized that he was self-indulgent. He covered his heart that was poked and looked at the reflective metal hatch door beside him. He was very melancholy and very hurtful of his self-esteem. He replied with a weak head: "It's on the way back, it's within a day."

Lin Jingheng nodded and waved her to kneel down.

"Who am I ugly?" Tulan thought in confusion, and cursed in her heart while walking, "I wish you can't be hard, bastard."

Lu Bixing was indeed on his way back. He handed over the authority to drive the mecha to four students and asked them to take turns to go. He found a bar and sat down. He didn't know what he was fiddling with.

Until now, every time these wild students drove the mecha, it was an emergency - either high-energy particles flowed across the border or were fighting, without carrying passengers, driving the mecha up and down, like a monkey car.

The general length made them shaking so hard that they vomited their stomachs. The muscles corroded by the rainbow virus on his legs had not yet fully grown. He was still walking around and struggling to come to the near the operating table. He happened to hear Little Glasses White talking loudly.

White said with a chorus: "I think this plan is feasible. You believe me. This time, Teacher Lu's assessment at the end of the month, let's hand in this topic - Introduction to Mecha Research - how is it? Is it very pragmatic? You think, when you first started learning to swim, you would start carrying a lifebuoy first, then holding a floating object, and adapting little by little? When you first started learning to ride a bicycle, there must be two auxiliary wheels behind the bicycle, right? Then why does mechas have to be so boring and so complicated? Can't there be a 'primary mecha' as a buffer?"

Mint hugged her arms in front of her chest and looked at him with caring eyes: "Young Master, because we are not as particular as you, and we are also in the 'assisted wheel'. Do you still need someone to feed her next to you?"

White sighed: "Minn, are you following General Lin now? You will be lonely for a lifetime like this."

"The beardless silly man from the Self-Defense Force chased her all day long. I think you should worry about yourself." Huang Jingshu and Mint stood side by side. "I haven't used so much equipment to learn swimming. A cruel dad is enough."

Everyone looked at her.

Huang Jingshu shrugged: "My father has a vitiligo cerebral disease. Later, I found out that I also had an vitiligo cerebral disease. He had just accepted the reality that vitiligo cerebral disease is hereditary for the first time. He realized that his genes were destined to be eliminated by the times and were inferior to generations. So he was very desperate, very unwilling to think about it, and could not kill himself. What should I do? He was desperate, so he had to throw me into the river."

White and Mint were both silent. They gradually got used to high-intensity study and displaced life, to mechas, missiles, plagues and wars, and life before the war. At this time, they were already like a different life. People were swept forward by torrents, and it was difficult to have time to recall the past, but the past has always been there, poking deep in memory like needles, gradually being wrapped in thick cocoons, becoming painless and itchy.

Only the cockfighting was heartless. At this time, while driving the mecha like a monkey, he interrupted and asked: "Then I learned mecha slowly... Is it missing a ruthless teaching director?"

Huang Jingshu: "I recommend you to find Captain Tulan Guard."

The temporary driver was greatly frightened, and the mecha almost broke into a jump point in the way. For a moment, all the speakers on the mecha warned him in unison: "Dial from the route!"

The chief general hurriedly held the mecha bulkhead and his crutches flew away.

I heard the driver say with a blushing face and thick neck: "No, others will find that I only have a white face on my body, and I sing and out of tune!"

The chief finally couldn't help but thrust his mouth and said weakly: "Children, try to be more stable. The gravity field in the cabin has been trembling for half an hour. Uncle, I am old and can't stand this... Don't worry, Captain Tulan Guard doesn't dare to punish you now, and there is also a law to protect minors."

White jumped up: "That's, cockfighting, you still have two and a half years to practice your singing voice - come down and hand it over to me, I'm going to study how to install a somatosensor on the mecha!"

The alliance stipulates that mecha drivers must be at least eighteen years of age.

The general manager struggled to pick up the crutch and thought worriedly: "I think the driver should be twenty-eight years old."

The chief name is Edward Hunter, who was two hundred and forty years old and wasted half of his life. A rainbow virus made him walk on the verge of life and death. His whole body was visible to the naked eye and was already showing his old look.

Being an executive in the Eighth Galaxy is not a good thing. It has no power or fame. Not to mention gray income, even normal salary, you have to find a way to run around yourself. No matter what kind of bear it is, when he was sworn in, he must have dreams and wanted to do something for this galaxy.

Edward has been dreaming for many years, occasionally awakening, the cold wind is biting, tossing and turning, and has been repeated too many times, and has been disappointed too many times. He has already gray hair in disappointment and almost died quietly in disappointment.

I thought the sad life would end here, but I didn't expect that the sky would give him a glimmer of hope.

So it was like a hungry man who saw half a piece of bread, and he would catch it hysterically if there was a glimmer of hope.

Lu Bixing was not afraid of his unlucky student driving the mecha into the ditch. General Edward limped towards him with a crutch and found that he was doing small handicrafts with great leisure.

He placed a large glass cover on his left hand, and several micro-carved robots slapped on the bar. The robots dragged a tail behind them, connected to the personal terminal that Lu Zhenxing was carving stones based on the precise modeling on the personal terminal.

Stones are picked up from various planets along the way. They carry the unique elements on each planet, presenting various colors and brilliances. The relatively regular large stones are carved into exquisite buildings and landscapes by small robots, glued to a base, and the small pieces are hand-polished into the shape of a planet by him, and are glued to a glass cover. The glass cover is painted layer by layer with crystal glue, and the starlight inside is a starlight that can be distorted with fakes.

Although there are robots, they also require a lot of patience and carefulness. General Edward looked around for a while and couldn't help but hold his breath until the little robot completed the last bit of work, turned on the small fan and blow away the debris. At the same time, the quick-drying crystal glue became shapes. When looking at the landing, the large glass cover with a diameter of about one meter must be turned upside down. In the glass cover, it turned out that there was a miniature eighth galaxy starry sky. The stars in the distance were like broken diamonds, and the planets nearby were shadows. Under the glass cover was the human landscape of the building streets. Some stones emitted fluorescent light, embellishing them, like the lights of thousands of homes, which were incredibly beautiful.

Lu Bixing stretched his waist and lowered his head for too long. His neck and back crunched. Lu Bixing hissed, pressed his neck and asked with a smile: "How is it? Does it look good?"

President Edward praised: "A work of art can enter the Eight-Galaxy Museum."

"Cough... is that right?" Lu Bixing found that the head of the general was not very good at praising people. The "Eight Galaxies Museum" was on Kelly Star before. He went to it once, like a rag treatment station. He wiped the glass cover spotlessly, put it in a box filled with sponges and sealed it, and then said, "When the new galaxies museum is built another day, I will donate it to you. This one has its own hands."

This kind of flashy and thoughtful thing can be seen by normal people at a glance. The implication of "Come on the gossip" in Lu Bixing's last sentence is obvious, and he is sitting with a big tail standing up and waiting to show off to others.

However, General Edward... in some ways, he is not a normal person.

He was worried about the country and the people and looked at the box in Lu Biling's hand: "It would be great when the Eighth Galaxy could really be like your model. Each of us should have such a picture in our hearts."

Lu must-win: "…"

Suddenly I felt so vulgar.

The president sighed in pain again, and Lu Bixing quickly covered the lid of the gift box, sat upright, and put on a silent face that looked like a deceased father.

Their journey was not going well, which seemed to be expected by Lu Bixing.

Chief Edward was stunned by the spirit of the Qiming Star Self-Defense Force and the supportive attitude of General Lin. He was full of confidence before setting off, and always felt that this time he could really respond to his calls and lead everyone to a better tomorrow.

However, the devastated reality gave him another head-on blow.

The Eighth Galaxy, a well-connected "sewer" that has not been rectified for more than a hundred years, let alone such a chaotic era?

This is an objective fact, and it is not transferred by the general public's personal passion and dreams.

First of all, it was a pile of loose sand, and people were sweeping the snow in front of the door like a stinky sister. Some places formed a small closed society with its own order, someone managed it, distributed supplies in a unified manner, and could barely organize everyone to produce some necessities of life - similar to the small market in Galaxy City. However, this common economy is usually very small, and in order to protect itself, it is unwilling to contact the outside world in order to get to the bones. They visited several relatively large-scale social groups. They knew the one-eyed eagle before the war. For the sake of the unlucky appearance of old friends and the general, everyone verbally expressed their support for the independence of the eight-galaxy system, but no matter how many, they were reluctant to do it.

It is not easy to form a small country and allow everyone in it to survive for a long time. It is impossible for a person who has been struggling on the life and death line between hunger and cold for many years to make him think about helping his neighbors. Poverty and difficult life will swallow a person's dignity, intelligence, and compassion.

In addition to these small groups that are independent, more places are in a state of chaos of anarchy. It is the real underground world. Even those born and raised in the eighth galaxy dare not go deeper. It is full of thieves, robbers, liars, murderers and all kinds of shameless and vulgar garbage. It is not garbage, and I can't survive here. If a person wants to do some serious things to make a living, he will be stripped naked by this place and then step on ten thousand feet.

The president muttered in pain: "When I left, I thought, I would like to start restoring communications within the eighth galaxy, contact these enthusiastic friends in various places to establish a government, first establish social order, let credit currency recirculate, and resume trade, first let everyone take the lead here, and take advantage of their stalemate, let us first find a way to develop ourselves. Only in the future can we have a foothold!"

Lu Bixing took out a snow-white ribbon from somewhere, held one end in his mouth, and quickly walked around the gift box on the other end, echoing a little vaguely: "Yes."

"The order and effectiveness of society, the credibility of the government and the law, ultimately, is to make the people believe us... right?" The general said in a long and long way, "Humans can dominate space because society, without society, a single contemporary person cannot even dominate a small forest. Society is like a big game disk, and can survive because players of different characters agree with the rules. It doesn't matter if someone wants to cheat, because the concept of 'cheating' itself is an identification with the rules."

The president has been in the process for so many years, and although he has not made a good appearance, he still understands the principles of society. Lu Bixing nods while doing manual work, and sometimes he echoes in a mess. Unexpectedly, the president suddenly turned to him with a bright look: "Teacher Lu..."

Lu Bixing quickly said, "Hey, I don't dare to act. At most, I can teach underages to disassemble the mecha. You must not call them that."

"No, you can afford it," said Chief Edward ignoring it, "That's what the Self-Defense Force calls - Teacher Lu, I heard that the people of the Self-Defense Force were just a bunch of interstellar smugglers before, but when you went, they became well-trained like regular troops, and even defeated Prince Kelly. I know you are a capable person."

Chief Edward seemed to regard Lu Bixing as Zhuge Liang who farmed in Nanyang. This was the tone of visiting the thatched cottage three times. Lu Bixing thought he was a technical worker who was not too home. After hearing this, he was really amused and laughed: "General, I came out with you this time and I am a mascot representing my father. My artificial science department is not bad. If I have enough resources, I can help plan a military factory, and I can also build an eight-galaxy communication network as you require..."

President Edward realized that he had reservations and immediately fell down seriously and said, "Teacher Lu, if you want, I am willing to give you the position of the Director of the Eighth Galaxy."

Lu Bixing put the wrapped gift box aside and sighed with a headache: "General, I used to be just a school runner, and I scared all the teachers away, really..."

President Edward immediately drew him the next "big pie": "Then the first public school in the eighth Galaxy will be yours in the future. Financial subsidies and government discounts are all in accordance with the specifications of Woto's Ulan College, how about it?"

Lu Bixing sighed. He was so old that he could speak so unpleasant and paint the big pie so hard to swallow. He was really not a smooth person and was not suitable to be a politician.

He probably only has one heart that dreams of revitalizing the Eight Galaxy... and a group of teams who would rather be torn apart by themselves by the space field than to leave the crowd before blocking them.

"General, if a person is smart, he can use his 30-5 people around him to run away with him. I am good at this. If a person is good at brainwashing of pyramid schemes, he can develop an organization of thousands or even tens of thousands of people, and regard his nonsense as a guide every day. I think the prophet Hope has this ability. But if you want to manage a city, sometimes it takes a little luck. The formation of the Self-Defense Force is not my own plan. I don't have this ability, and that is the result of many accidental external interventions. As for rebuilding the social order of a galaxy," Lu Bixing smiled bitterly, "You look down on me too much..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes had dimmed instantly.

Lu Bixing's first loves Lin Jingheng, and his second loves to pour chicken soup. He was most afraid of this kind of frigid and frustrated look. When his mind heated up, he blurted out: "But no matter what you need me to do, I will do my best to go through fire and water."

"Okay!" The chief slapped him on the shoulder, "I'm just waiting for you to say this. I've actually thought about all my positions. You can be the eighth galaxy wartime coordination consultant and the chairman of the special management committee. You have a veto power. In the future, we should not ride on the same mecha together. When I'm not here, you will act as the acting chief sensation."

A young scientist and rural teacher was stunned by this string of titles. He felt that he needed a small book and had to write down the two-foot-long title three times and recite the full text.

Until they arrived at Qimingxing, the president was still talking about his grand vision. Lu Bixing had to lie that he had a stomachache, carrying heavy gifts, carrying the more heavy hopes of the Eighth Galaxy, slipped along the path, intending to find his general to report his new identity.
Chapter completed!