"These Votto people on the mecha must be sent away as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too hindered to start. An urgent jump will consume half of my medical reserves." Lin Jingheng said, "It is easy to send it in batches, natural wormholes are easy to interfere with, and it is difficult to stabilize. If there is a problem with the passage, it is easy to be taken away by others...Poisson Yang!"

"Commander, Poisson and the others are busy analyzing the starter," Liu Yuanzhong, the sixth guard of the silver, said like a ghost, "I brought the wormhole experts of the Interstellar Expedition with the army. Do you need them?"

"Where did you come out?" Lin Jingheng was startled by him.

Captain Liu was used to it and showed a sad smile like a little cabbage.

"You must ask them to come up with a plan immediately, with the frequency, scale, and how to send people to you, and with the safety and efficiency when traveling through the wormhole."

"yes."

"I'll send a transfer order to Tulan, and I'll transfer a batch of reinforcements from the Eighth Galaxy."

The guard who issued the order was stunned: "Commander, the reinforcements of the Eighth Galaxy need to pass through the wormhole. Is it time to go?"

Lin Jingheng pinched his eyebrows tiredly: "If you can catch up, you will be able to catch up. If you can't catch up, it's your life. Each army counts the weapons and existing supplies, and gives me a rough number, Huo... Where is the old man who has a very long name?"

"Just Hope, General Lin, don't be polite."

General Lin’s dictionary is afraid there is no word “polite” in his dictionary. He raised his hand and the huge interstellar waterway map was in the air. In the middle is the heart of the rose, where they are. The closest pathway to the heart of the rose was marked by him: “There is nothing near the heart of the rose. Not only do we know this, but the Liberty Legion also knows it. As long as Lin Jingshu was not beaten to death by Woolf, she will sooner or later be thinking about it.”

Hope didn't talk nonsense and nodded to show that he understood.

When the eighth galaxy cut off the connection between the first galaxy, it closed the wormhole half-truely. The disordered gravity destroyed the artificial equipment that had been built around it very cleanly. Now this place is a real "wilderness". For the artificial intelligence version of Woolf, it is equivalent to a vacuum zone.

This place is suitable for being a "safe haven" for the coalition forces, and of course it is also suitable for being a fortress for chip people.

"The dysfunctional transition interference technology is useful. You are responsible for the first line of defense and focus on guarding the transition point."

Hope bowed slightly: "My honor."

Lin Jingheng raised his head, and through the communication screen, his gray eyes met Hope. After a moment of silence, he said: "You are not in sufficient staff and have limited combat power. I will give you a group of reinforcements - the First Galaxy Border Guards, Old Duke's subordinates, are there anyone alive?"

Someone immediately responded in the communication channel: "Yes, General Lin!"

"How many troops are left?"

"Report, apart from the traitors of the Free Legion, the mutants and the fallen brothers, the First Galaxy Border Guards now have twenty-eight heavy armors, seventy-three medium-sized guards, and one hundred and six substitute small mechas! This was our position once, and we were willing to fight on the front line."

"Okay," Lin Jingheng nodded, "Be my pioneer again and be responsible for reinforcement of our temporary allies. Is there any problem?"

It was said that it was reinforcements, but in fact it was to watch him. Hope smiled and didn't care - if Lin Jingheng was willing to believe in someone wholeheartedly, it wouldn't be Lin Jingheng.

"Then everyone, we'll contact us in the communication channel." Hope was about to set off immediately.

"Wait," Lin Jingheng called him with a deep face, "Prophet Hope, Lin Jingshu ended in a mess in Votto because she didn't expect Woolf's last move, but she couldn't expect you."

Hope was stunned.

"Using Wang Ailun, he led the commander of the Central Army to the ground, took the opportunity to catch them all in one go, or threatened the galaxy occupied by pirates to force the Central Army to surrender - this plan seems OK at first glance, but many possible problems are not taken into account. For example, what if the dysfunction will make a strife, the Alliance Army in the sky and the Central Army do not fight, and the people on the ground flee into space? For example, these old people are heartless and would rather die than surrender than surrender, and they insist on fighting with her to the end, what should they do?"

Zheng Di's voice emerged from the communication channel: "Hey hey hey, who are you talking about insincerely? We still have arms and can fight, so there is a glimmer of hope. At least we still have a chance to take revenge. If we disarm, we will have no play to sing. Besides, what is the difference between becoming a chipman who goes against our will and becoming a chipman? Even if they take my daughter hostage in front of me, I mean that! Why is it so heartless?"

"Most of the old hawks think like him," Lin Jingheng ignored Zheng Di and said, "Lin Jingshu couldn't think about this. She didn't get to this point by being clever. She must have kept a backhand and prepared to confront the regular army head-on. Unfortunately, Woolf was overturned by the chessboard in the middle and had no chance to show it. We have only a little understanding of many of the chip people's skills. Don't take it for granted, and prepare for the worst."

Hope glanced at him deeply: "Thank you for the reminder."

This time, the situation was urgent, and the Silver First Guard had no time to do detailed pre-war intelligence for him.

But he knows his enemies so well.

Hope sighed and waved his hand, and the dysfunctional group of mechas followed him slowly away from the Heart of Rose.

Lin Jingheng watched them from the spiritual net for a moment, and suddenly turned around: "Old Zheng, don't be nonsense here, come and lead the second line of defense."

"Shishou Zheng" became "Old Zheng". Commander Zheng from the Second Galaxy had no temper and came over to listen carefully to him.

In the past, when the alliance had a high concentration of military power, the central troops were on standby in various places, and the silver fortress was responsible for dispatching the overall situation. Lin Jingheng was used to issuing orders, and the veteran generals of the Central Army were also used to listening to this dog's temper. When there were differences in opinions, they would just spray it back. Anyway, they were all his elders in the field, and Lu Bixing was there, and he was good at dancing and muddy, so he couldn't fight.

Lin Jingheng was extremely efficient, and the plan to transport refugees was only released. In his hands, a complex and interlocking "fortress" has already formed around the heart of the rose.

"Commander." A familiar voice came. Lin Jingheng looked up and unexpectedly discovered that the representative of the technician of the Interstellar Expedition Team was Mint, and she actually came out with the army. "We are ready to escort non-armed personnel through the wormhole in batches. When will we set off?"

"You're ready and leave now, the night is long and the dreams are too long."

"Yes." Mint was obviously ready and was about to set off immediately.

"Wait, little girl." Lin Jingheng glanced at General Lu, who was reluctant to speak, and instructed under Mint's surprised gaze, "Be careful, go and go quickly, we lack technical foreign aid."

With his order, the first group of Votou residents slowly drove towards the wormhole with uncertain future.

Mint accompanied the army and worked as technical foreign aid, responsible for escorting these poor people who left their hometown to the Eighth Galaxy.

People squeezed silently in front of the screen, looking towards the first galaxy... Of course, there was nothing but a darkness.

The official has clearly stated that it is just a temporary refuge during wartime.

But when will this war end? The chipmen of the Liberty Legion that almost occupied the world and the terrifying super artificial intelligence are even more crazy than the interstellar pirates who invaded the Alliance twenty years ago. Is it really possible for human power to defeat? How many days can the Eighth Galaxy Sanctuary be safe?

What's more, even if God pleads with mercy, they will eventually return to the first galaxy, and Votto will be gone.

But no one cried, and the starship was silent, and there was an almost tragic atmosphere - the first group of evacuated people were Volunteers of Woto, who volunteered to explore the way for their compatriots. Because the sky of the first galaxy had been turned over, nothing happened now, and no one dared to 100% guarantee that the natural wormhole area must be safe.

The natural wormhole area may also be tampered with unknown technical means by the enemy, and they may be shattered by disordered space and time as soon as they enter.

"Do you think this scene is a bit familiar?"

Mint turned around and found that there was a cockfighting standing behind her.

"I heard that the technical foreign aid sent by the expedition team was you, so I applied." Fighting cocks laughed and put on military uniforms. The silly man seemed to have become tall and mighty, "I am the captain of the escort team."

Huang Jingshu is a twisted girl with vitiligo, Mint is an orphan, White is a rich second generation in the countryside of the eighth galaxy, and cockfighting is a gangster who can only speak with fists. At that time, their future was clear at a glance. Evitiligo would probably hate society under ubiquitous discrimination. The greedy orphanage girls plan to learn some technology to make black-hearted money. The rich second generation's family is ready to immigrate and go to other galaxies to become second-class citizens.

"As for me," said Fighting Cock, "I guess I might become a cannon fodder for the black/social territorial snatching, or go to jail. I can't tell which kind of life is better, if there is a parallel world."

Mint asked strangely: "What?"

"A parallel world, an ancient popular novel genre," said the cockfighting, "for example, before I died on the battlefield and my soul returned to the seventeen-year-old Beijing Star was blown up, and as a prophet, I could change the fate of people around me in another world."

"I think you should go back to the fertilized egg period," said Mint. Although the four of them grew up, they have been getting along like real relatives, so they are ruthless when they become mean. "Grow your brain again, oh, how can you speak so auspiciously... It's approaching the wormhole, everyone is ready!"

The cockfighter gently pressed her shoulder.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief inside and outside the wormhole.

Lu Bixing looked up at a lighted signal light - the escort team would send signals to the outside in the wormhole. If the signal lights were not extinguished, they would be safe.

Outside the natural wormhole area, the second group of Votto people who were about to evacuate were also ready, like an unprecedented migration.

Life and death are uncertain.

The first evacuation team was completely submerged in the natural wormhole, and the signal lights began to flash and flicker and flickered. No one in the entire communication channel said.

Every time the signal light goes out, it will hit the heart of the coalition forces hard, at least it will have to wait until it lights up before the pause of the heartbeat will continue to be connected.

After being frightened for about half an hour, a long "beep" sound suddenly came from the communication channel. The guard who was closely observing the signal shivered and almost jumped up.

"Don't panic." Lu Bixing held the guards and "analyze the signal."

"The chief, there is audio."

"The time flow rate is different, slowing down the audio."

The guard's throat moved, his mind was blank and he operated as necessary for landing. After the noise was slowed down several times, it finally became clear.

“We come from the cape, closed the silent mountains.

On the grassland abandoned by stars, light the beacon that calls for freedom——”

Song of the Free Alliance Army from the Eighth Galaxy, the signal is stable.

Natural wormholes are temporarily safe!

The entire communication channel became as noisy as a festival.

Lin Jingheng breathed quietly. Fortunately, this at least means that they can wait for reinforcements from the Eight Galaxies and have a way out.

Only then did he realize that he had a dry mouth and turned around and walked to the corner, took out a cigarette and lit it. He focused on thinking about whether he had any omissions.

Lin Jingheng has led his troops for decades, and this is the first time he has taken the lead in violating discipline on a mecha.

Suddenly, one hand reached out and took away the cigarette from his hand.

"On the space mecha, there is no smoking, fire, no spray, no smog, no smog, I confiscate it, commander." Lu Bixing said, while taking a sip on the geese plucking the fur, then he twisted it into Zhanlu's mechanical hand and asked him to deal with it. He handed a cup of warm water to Lin Jingheng, "The lips are peeling, you are not afraid of cracks, drink some water."

In the communication channel, the sixth-star system coach who was already in place heard this sentence and sighed: "Lu...ah, I don't want to call you President Lu, you must be a must-have?"

Lu Bixing agreed happily.

"People are careful and thoughtful," the Sixth Star System handsome is usually taciturn, and only a few words of praise for others. He praised Lu Bixing several times, and sighed, "There are also a good temper, much better than the general... Your father is. I met the one-eyed eagle brother of the Eighth Star when I was young. He is also a cannon. Who do you look like? Professor Muller?"

After hearing this, Lin Jingheng looked up at the landing point after a few steps away: "No one looks like him, he looks like him."

It was before the storm, and the wind was calm for a short time. The old commanders had a moment of free time and finally had time to talk in the communication channel. They asked Lu Bixing how he was doing in the Eighth Galaxy, whether he had suffered any hardships, and whether his adoptive father, the One-Eyed Eagle, took good care of him. He heard that the One-Eyed Eagle had passed away, and he sighed again.

Commander Nagus of the Third Galaxy said: "The old brother died young, but we useless wastes are still jumping around. Oh. It's okay, good boy, if that gangster Lin Jingheng is angry with you in the Eighth Galaxy, come to us."

Lin Jingheng sneered: "You?"

Commander Nagus himself felt that what he said just now was strange, so he laughed at himself: "Why do I sound like marrying a daughter?"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

He swallowed the mockery at his mouth and lowered his head to drink water without saying a word.

A group of people from the Eighth Galaxy followed him and pretended to be deaf and dumb. Only Lu Bixing held back his laughter and blinked at him quietly.

Just now, they fought and killed and fled urgently. Neither of them had time to talk privately. On the surface, it seemed that it was a partner relationship between the Chief Executive and the military commander. Lin Jingheng suspected that if these old commanders knew the truth, they could perform a live show and convict him of a hooligan.

Lu Bixing raised his hand affectionately on Lin Jingheng's shoulder and said without hesitation: "He treats me very well, has always taken good care of me, and has accommodated me in everything... Well, in all aspects."

Lin Jingheng always felt that the last sentence "all aspects" sounded very malicious, so he kicked him.

Zheng Di smiled with relief after hearing this, and sighed again: "He won't be good to you, no one can treat you well. Back then, the general said that Professor Muller was busy with work and didn't like children. He had no hope of holding his own child in his life, so he treated Jingheng as his biological child and chatted in private. Three words were inseparable from him. A female colleague said that this was not like the 'personal', like the general's child himself, and we even knew how many centimeters he grew a year."

Lu Bixing's eyes lit up suddenly, urging him to talk about Lin Jingheng's childhood.

Lin Jingheng said angrily: "Do you have nothing to do?"

Zheng Di couldn't stand the pussy look of Lin's name, so he deliberately stretched out his hand to gesture: "When I first received it, it was so tall, with a big head and a small neck, I ignored people, and I was picky about food. For more than a year, I didn't grow tall nor had a fattening body. The general was worried all day long and hired a pediatric expert to consult. The expert said it was okay, but it turned out to be fine. After eleven or twelve years old, he was like a fat man. He hurriedly jumped over ten centimeters a year, like suddenly stretched plasticine, and his flesh could not keep up with it. He was so thin that he only had a handful of bones left. He wrapped himself into a ball every day. In order to make himself look like a person, he secretly put a hanger in his coat to stretch his shoulders. The general didn't know, and slapped it on his face, beep--"
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