Imperfections Chapter 59

 Volume III: The Peak of Raging Waves

What was chaos of war, what was simply chaos - one would know if they looked at the base at that time.

Bixing Lu's "twenty minutes" had clearly overestimated them.

In the mech station, there were squeaking and yelling, even the artificial sun was about to be woken up in advance. Under the bright lights, there were people in mess everywhere, dressed up like some kind of ghost. The crowds on the roads were asking questions chaotically at the top of their voices, the sound was so loud that they looked exactly like toads in the river pit after the rain. Rumors were like a breeze sweeping through the waves of water — before the first wave had subsided, another one rose up again, they all gathered in groups.

Some people screamed, some people shouted, some people cried because some sad memories were evoked. There were children hiding outside the mech station, squatting at the cold iron gates and staring at their caregivers hurrying away. The old people who had gathered together to celebrate the New Year still had cream on their lips, they squeezed together in a rush, looking at the desperate dark sky of the base.

And their great military base, they dropped the ball with no suspense.

In a hurry, the Golden Warriors' team and the Armored Cavalry collided together. Even at this time, they still wanted to fight to be the winner. None of them allowed the other to go first, Foucault's people scolded Weasel's team as "impurities in the septic tank". Weasel's people scolded Foucault's team as "flies chasing farts." "Beautiful words" came out from both sides, one after another, as if exchanging verses.

There were also some slow-moving old and weak soldiers who were blocked by crowds and were unable to find their own organization, and because they could not partic.i.p.ate in that swearing battle, they anxiously hurried around.

For some reason, a small group of people took advantage of the chaos and stepped onto the platform, leaving the tracks by driving the mechs.

Fifteen pirate mechs made the New Year's Eve of the base become a horror film.

If it was on the Silver Fortress, Lin would have shot them all.

While White was screaming to maintain the order, the back of his neck was suddenly grabbed. The short young man burst out a great howl. Churning his limbs, he was lifted under the Heavy Mech No. 3. He found that all of his cla.s.smates were already there.

"Go up," Jingheng Lin released White to the ground and lifted his finger to the door of the Heavy Mech No. 3. "Where is your teacher? Why did he disappear in a flash? Contact him, tell him not run around and come to me."

Mint quickly contacted to Bixing Lu's personal terminal but was rejected by him.

The next moment, the multimedia screen on the square suddenly lit up, and Bixing Lu's voice ran through the base.

It was in a hurry, probably even not enough to prepare a pot of chicken soup. This time, he did not say such meaningless words as usual.

"If I were you," Bixing Lu turned on the largest searchlight in the mech station, the lights went straight into the sky. They illuminated several mechs that were flying away in the distance. "I will take advantage of the fact that they have not yet flown far, then shoot down those people who are ready to flee."

Foucault and Weasel, who were arguing at that time, looked up at the same time and silently stood in their mechs for a moment. They found that no matter where they were, there would always be some particularly "talented people '' with great foresight. Some people partic.i.p.ated in the base to fight for power, some people tried to prove themselves, some people just wanted to protect their families, and some people planned to run away as quickly as possible when the danger came.

Among the people who stole the mechs to sneak away, half came from the Armored Cavalry and the other from the Golden Warriors, no one could laugh at anybody.

Weasel's face turned livid, he could not care about the quarrel. Both he and Foucault deeply looked at each other, and then quickly took their own people to the sides and got on the mechs.

Then, the mental network of the ground mech spread out one by one, rushed over towards the small mechs that had just left the track, directly hitting the slow-moving people from the mental network link.

However, the fastest ones had already left the scope of the small mech's mental network. Foucault said nothing, directly went on the track, speeding up to the maximum. She took a few people, and hurriedly rolled out. She already fired a missile even though her own mech had not completely escaped gravity. Sure enough, as the most experienced Self-Defense Force member in the base, the launching of the missile was a high-level one. Some of them who were too eager to open the protective cover was bombed into a string of fireworks, making the base become as bright as daytime.

In ten sailing days, enemies would be arriving, but the first shot in the base was used to clean up the portal.

The people on the ground were dead silent at first, then someone unknown began to whisper: "Dea... dead?"

The words "dead" spread like ripples in the crowd. Bixing Lu once again began speaking: "If you don't know who to listen to now, please listen to me first - people who haven't boarded the mech, follow me. Be ready on the platform, look here for the situation of the front line.

While he was speaking, the multimedia screen showed the pictures that were sent back from Sat.u.r.day. From the image, only the outline of about eight to nine mechs could be seen, and the rest were vague silhouettes, but it could be seen there were not too many people.

"I will only say this once here: as of now, Prince Cayley has not used Heavy units yet. This is just a small squad, fifteen mechs in total, half of what our long-range patrol has. The base is protected in an anti-tracking system. It's not so easy to be located."

Bixing Lu finished speaking and walked to the mech station.

At this point, the mech platform became relatively quiet. His figure was very conspicuous under the violent lights of the mech station. The shadow was dragged very long, covering the mech group of the mech station, almost shocking.

Bixing Lu waved his hand toward the periphery of the mech station: "Unrelated people disperse, don't block the road."

When he took people to repair the multimedia audio and energy systems, everyone in the base was used to listening to him giving orders. At this time, they retreated like a reflection.

Bixing Lu turned and walked onto a mech, his voice still came from the multimedia that runs through the base: "Today, it was my last time to send supplies to Sat.u.r.day because he planned to disband the Self-Defense Force. That means, although the pirates right now are just a probing team, there is only a gang of disbanded patrols in front of them. So what are you still waiting for: waiting for the base coordinates to be exposed, or waiting to die?"

Before his voice was gone, the mech went directly on the acceleration track. The people who were still hesitating in the mech station seemed to have finally found the head sheep, went on to the mech one after another, and many small mechs filed out.

Jingheng Lin made a gesture towards the students and led them to the Heavy Mech No. 3 unhurriedly. They went on the acceleration track: "Zhanlu, mark Bixing Lu's mech, pay close attention to him at any time."

"Yes," said Zhanlu. "Mr. Monoeye Hawk should think so too. He is at a distance of sixteen standard fuselages from you."

The two teams that were originally distinct were forced to walk together after Bixing Lu's speech, the dividing line seemed to be more blurred.