There were 300 aborigines involved in the counterattack, accounting for one-third of the total number of survivors, and 51 offline machines, accounting for half of the total number of aircraft. Although the number of enemies is smaller, it has a qualitative advantage, and without a weapon that is strong enough, it is difficult to deal with the physical life alone. I've heard that some people took away the technology accumulated in the gathering place at the last minute, but now that the new base is in ruins, and a lot of equipment needs to be remanufactured, even if the technical theory is not lost, it will take several generations to recreate the glory of the tree pipe belt. Nowadays, the indigenous inhabitants are scarce, and they should be in a situation of burying their heads in development, but after building a preliminary base environment where their compatriots can survive, all the indigenous people have shifted all their energy to preparing for war. Looking at the people who shuttle around the offline base station day and night, I also have to admit that they are really hard.

Through the operating mechanism of shift rotation, as long as the aborigines who can work, even if they are young, they have been sent into battle. They are like ants transporting materials, dismantling, assembling and renovating equipment, delving into drawings and theories, they have lost the most skilled and theoretically profound elites, but those who can survive are generally alert-minded people, under tremendous pressure, in the shortest possible time, they have copied things that they could not understand in the past, and did not hesitate to use the resources they can find at hand to carry out practical operations, and in a short period of time, they have completed the transformation of part of the circuit system of the construction machine. Using the improvised fabrication, the huge and poorly shaped transmitter can actually allow the two captured construction machines to carry out construction tasks according to their ideas, although it is not perfect, but the various tools that the construction machine has can be used freely.

It is also because of the storage zài of the construction machine qì. Both the construction of strongholds and preparations for war have entered the accelerated track. When I opened my eyes from the bed for the second time, the offline base station outside the window had changed drastically, and the offline machine hovering over the abyss had been reduced from fifty-one to thirty, of which twenty-one had been dismantled to cooperate with other parts. The splicing is transformed into a huge cylindrical structure. It looks like a cigar, and like a cannon barrel without a pedestal, its volume is naturally much larger than that of the offline machine, although it can't be compared to the eyeball fortress in the gathering place, but in the new stronghold at this time, it is indeed one of the best behemoths. It wasn't fully enclosed armor, but more like a hollowed-out shell that could peek into the internal organs of the machine, and the thick light of pale blue energy was like a whirling chain. Among them, it is surging and shuttling, and it seems to be in a state of excitation at any time, and there is a feeling that it is difficult to press.

I hugged Mae in my arms, and she still didn't seem to wake up. I looked down from the window of my room, and the Aboriginal warriors were lining up to make their way to a round platform, they were unarmed and not wearing protective suits, but. As soon as they stood on the platform, four more robotic arms embedded in their bodies with fully enclosed armor. Starting from the legs and working its way up to the gaps, this armor is naturally a structural material, and it can be felt just by the color, texture and structural shape of the exterior that it is stronger and more war-like than the protective clothing of the past. At last. The oddly shaped helmet fell, covering the head of the Aboriginal warrior tightly, and another circle of welded light slid around the gap between the neck joints. The helmet has hoses drawn out of the nose and mouth to the sides, and the eyes have only a round speculum. Constantly move up and down, left and right during debugging.

After the body is enclosed by the armor, the mechanical arm begins to carry a variety of weapons and tools on the reserved module of the armor, the standard weapon is an imitation of a knife-like critical weapon, a gun on the waist, a spear gun on the back, and a pop-up blade on both arms. Once equipped, the Aboriginal warriors stepped down from the platform, moving their joints and making subtle adjustments to their weapons to accommodate a variety of mobility acceleration devices—power boots, knapsack jets, and tow lines. They climb up and down in the abyss-like complexes, and their agility is like monkeys returning to the forest.

This is obviously new equipment, and I haven't seen it before when I was at the Gathering. Most of the mobile armor of the aboriginal warriors is red and black, and a small number of them should be fighters of higher status, so there is a clear difference in the armor style, and the color scheme is more personalized, and even sprayed with patterns similar to heraldry.

The natives are ready to fight back, and although I don't know their plans, it doesn't stop me from joining them, and the power of critical weapons is always needed. When Mae and I finished dressing, the aboriginal girl who had provided me with "disinfection" services and asked me to take action with "Ping" when the body life invaded the gathering place, and she came to inform me of the gathering. It was only by chance that I met her again in the new stronghold of the natives, and it seems that there was no archive in the gathering place, or that archive had disappeared along with the gathering place, and no one here knew that she had come to me with "Ping". The birth of the new stronghold is the beginning of a new life for many aborigines, and the same is true for this aboriginal girl, who has not forgotten what happened at that time, but only not jì. She sees the death of "Ping" more than I do, because she and "Ping" do not have a relationship with each other.

At that time, she and "Ping" came to me together, and they only met halfway, so they walked together. Not everyone in the gathering knew everyone else, and before that chance encounter, the relationship between the two was infinitely close to that of strangers. Moreover, in her heart, it seems that she has been mentally prepared for the death of "Ping" - under the circumstances at that time, anyone could die. That's what she said.

She didn't criticize me for "Ping", which made me slightly relieved, although there were various reasons to explain the situation at the time, to relieve the regret and guilt in my heart, but I still couldn't let myself really have any psychological burden on "Ping's" death. Zhenjiang killed "Ping", which means that I killed "Ping", such an equal sign may not be completely in line with reality, but in my heart, no matter how vague this equal sign is, it is also zài. It is an indisputable fact that after I met with "Plus" and this aboriginal girl, their attitude made me completely liberated.

"You're going to stay?" Walking behind the aboriginal girl, I asked her about her future plans, and I learned that she was staying in the new base. That part of the indigenous people who are working for a new life. When she was at the gathering place, she was not responsible for frontal combat, but was just a logistician. Still, I was relieved that she could stay and not be part of the rigors of the battle that was coming. Although we don't know each other. However, in terms of the number of meetings and exchanges, both she and "Plus" are my "acquaintances" in the gathering place. I'm emotionally biased towards both and don't want both to be in danger, and for me, this emotion is taken for granted, without hesitation, and without deep thought.

However, "Plus" and her offline machine. is the main force involved in this battle, and this is also something that cannot be helped. It is precisely because "Plus" is destined to go to the battlefield, so when it is understood that this aboriginal girl will stay in the new base, she will also be somewhat imposed on her feelings for "Plus". After this battle, we probably won't see each other again, and besides, the enemies we will have to face in our new stronghold. Probably only the security network is left, but. It will also take a long time for the safety net to envelop the entire Victorian Heavy Industries Materialisation District. This is enough time for the new base to grow and face the invasion of the security network, and during this period of growth, life in the new base should be safe and peaceful. The migration of the indigenous people to this location was not a random choice. Although everyone has deviated from the map of the abandoned capital that has been explored, how to determine the safety and secrecy of the new stronghold, so as to gain time to make a comeback, the aborigines who have been living here for a long time naturally have their own methods.

These things are not something that I, an outsider, can know, I just need to be sure. It is enough for one's "acquaintances" to live safely. I can't do more for them, and even if I take a lot from them, I can be described as a selfish person, so even if I only have this feeling, I can really cooperate with the situation, and I will feel that I can make up for something.

It is precisely because of this mood that no matter what kind of course the aborigines can play in this battle, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how they attacked, how they retreated, what kind of course they intended to fight, whether the plan of action concealed me, or even whether they used me as an outcast. Because, even if it were just me, I would face the apocalyptic truth and the physical life.

I have never had a plan to inquire into the natives, because, in my plan, it is enough to know where the base of the Doomsday Shinrikyo is, and if there is any extra information, it is an additional surprise. If the aborigines establish a new stronghold and decide to go down and develop as a whole, I won't say much.

But now, their determination to fight back is much stronger than I expected, as if they want to vent everyone's fear and anger in this battle, at the cost of their own lives, and give those who remain a clean hope. I already smell death, and these aboriginal warriors have carried out this counterattack plan with a decisive mood from the beginning. Compared with them, the people who stay in the new base and start a new life are also in a heavy mood, but the vitality of life is even stronger.

"I don't think they're going to make it back alive." On the way, the aboriginal girl looked at the assembled warriors and said, her voice was unusually calm, "Actually, I think they don't need to fight. Although we have the determination to fight, do we really need such a fight? ”

“…… I can't answer. She seemed to want me to say something, but I couldn't really judge, "It's all of you who decide whether they want to fight or not, isn't it?" Not their own, not your own. Maybe you have a different opinion, but opinion does not mean decision, and when you ask me, you hesitate. Do you want me to agree that this is an unnecessary battle? I'm sorry, but from my point of view, I want them to fight. ”

"What a cunning statement, outsider." The aboriginal girl stared at me calmly, many times, such a gaze and tone made me feel that she was actually a transformed person, right? As far as the protogens are concerned, her love is too stable.

We didn't have any more conversations, and I didn't ask her name the whole time. Aboriginal girl, that's the last and only way I call her, and on her side, I'm also a "foreigner". My name, to her. Nor is it necessary. She looked at Mae a few times and seemed to be more interested in her, but in the end, she didn't mention anything about her. In silence, she led me to an offline machine docked next to Platform 6.

In the tree pipe belt, the docking area of these offline machines is housed in large pipes. In the new base, the renovation process due to the geographical environment is all temporary platforms that are exposed. What I am about to take is the offline machine of "Plus", and for me, having such an "acquaintance" is naturally the best result. "Plus" was the same as when he first saw her, his body and the offline machine were combined, and a part of it protruded through the hatch. I talked to the aboriginal girl. After the aboriginal girl left, she turned to me and said, "Come up." ”

After I boarded the plane, I saw that there were already eight aboriginal warriors in the cabin, because their whole bodies were covered under the mobile armor, so they couldn't distinguish them from their faces at all, and their armor did not have a mark to distinguish each other, just like a mass product walking down the same assembly line. Take it for granted, though. It will feel like they have their own number in the communication system. It's just that I'm also a strong fighting force. And they are also on the same side, but they have been outside the plans of the aborigines, and they are considered "free people", and it seems that the aborigines do not intend to incorporate my combat power into their system, so it is not clear the number and duties of these warriors. It's also understandable.

I was only "walking along" with them, not "fighting side by side", and in some way, they were even wary of me, and this smell was quite obvious. Even if there is a terminal translator in the memory. They weren't going to talk to me and do things that would enhance "friendship." As soon as I entered the cabin, I was reminded by "Plus" that my position turned out to be behind the passenger seat, in the first row of the left column against the wall.

"If you want to do it yourself, let me know and I'll open the hatch for you...... You can't fall to your death if you jump, right? "The electronic sound added is really impersonal.

"I'll find a good opportunity." I say.

"Be careful, don't wait for our people to leave, still in me." Plus replied, "inside" or something, it's really a bit unscrupulous - although she has been transformed and completely lost her sexual characteristics, to me, her human appearance and gender characteristics are still quite obvious. Of course, this kind of thing is just a small desertion in private.

I fastened my seat belt for Mae and sat honestly in my seat. From this position, you can see the countdown on the cockpit screen, the number form is of course not Arabic numerals, and even, if you don't use the translator, you can't understand it, you can't see it at all, the constantly changing symbols are numbers, strictly speaking, these symbols do not only play the function of "numbers", these aboriginal languages evolved from the lingua franca of the ruling authority, and, because of various historical factors, whether in grammar, vocabulary or fonts, are very different from the original lingua franca - To put it simply, most of these changes were brought about by an intellectual wave during the development of the settlement, when the indigenous people intended to completely separate themselves from the ruling authority.

With the countdown beating, another Aboriginal warrior entered the cabin, he was the co-pilot of this offline machine, and he was also the one with personalized armor who led the other eight warriors. Although he is in the passenger seat, it is only a difference in the division of labor, and in terms of the level of action instructions, he and "plus" are at the same level. Perhaps I can call him "Captain". Of course, the "captain", like the rest of the team, ignored me as if I was air, and as soon as I came in, he sat in his position and fixed himself firmly in his position. In most cases, the "plus" of this kind of transformation of the human captain of the machine so that the co-pilot does not have the right to operate the offline machine in the real sense.

"Plus" has returned to his position, his whole body embedded in the driver's seat, his chest is pulled apart, and the various internal pipelines are connected to the dashboard like tentacles. Speaking in high-speed language that she didn't understand, she turned off the lights in the cabin one by one, leaving only a dark red fluorescent glow, and then all the instrument cluster displays began to refresh, and there was a noticeable vibration from the closure of the outer armor of the cabin. After a while, the gradually increasing pressure made everyone understand that the offline plane had set sail.

At this time, the bulkhead in front of the cab became transparent, like a whole piece of glass, so that I could clearly see part of the scene in front and on both sides - just like us, there were constantly offline machines detached from the platform and gathered towards the "cylinder" composed of 21 offline machines, and after arriving at the fixed position, the "cylinder" side wall popped out of the pipeline and connected to each offline machine. "Plus" in this process, constantly adjusting with high-speed language.

It wasn't until she quieted down that a voice came from the cabin: "Attention all captains, the connection around the loop is confirmed, the energy supply system is normal, the middle plane is in formation, and the countdown is ten seconds." ”

Ten seconds later, an even louder vibration came, and the connected offline fleet climbed in an even state of acceleration. The outline of the new stronghold, in this slow departure, was gradually engulfed in gray mist. No one lamented this departure, and the whole fleet was immersed in a tense silence, as if some kind of stronger emotion was brewing. It wasn't until the new stronghold could no longer be seen with the naked eye that the offline fleet began to accelerate for the second time, and this time, before completely exiting the abyss, the "cylinder" suddenly shot out a dazzling beam of light, and the space in front of it seemed to be shattered, and then it was maintained in this state of gap by this beam.

"Attention everyone, start the first hyper-threaded jump." With the sound of indifferent notifications, the offline fleet drove into the space gap. Looking out of the viewing window in front of you, the scene behind the space is strange and strange, and although you don't feel any discomfort from "seeing", you feel like you're completely isolated. Because in this place, there is no concept of time and space, and the fact that you can "see" does not mean that consciousness is still working. I can recall this scene afterwards, but I can't judge what kind of state I was in at that time.

By the time I was able to confirm my own existence through my thinking, the offline fleet had moved away from the so-called "hyper-threaded jumping state", and it was no longer the abyss and the strange scene in front of me, but the ruined capital area. The gray fog spread all around, and the dead silence spread in the hazy immensity, as if the whole world was left with only the existence of the fleet. It is no longer possible to judge the relative position of the new stronghold, because the new stronghold is no longer in the map at all. The offline fleet apparently completely "abandoned" the coordinates of the new stronghold, and in my opinion, it is possible that in the fleet, there is no longer a route for zài "going home".

After that, my terminal started to update the map coordinates, and a clearly marked coordinate appeared in the upper right corner of the map.

This is where the fleet will eventually arrive, the base of the Doomsday Shinrikyo - the natives have really confirmed their location through their own methods.

"Attention all captains, the camouflage system has been turned on and it has entered a state of silent cruise." In silence, the radio slowly reported the situation of the fleet. The speed of the offline fleet dropped to a mile before it became calmer, and I in the cabin could not tell what kind of phenomenon the fleet was sailing at this time, but the commander's intention was very clear, they were going to make a surprise attack - the last time the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Primal Life took them by surprise, this time it was their turn.

The fleet moved forward slowly, and it did not show that because it was a decisive war, it was not in a hurry. All people, like wolves in the night, quietly approached their prey under the shadow of the shadows. On the map, the coordinates of the fleet and the coordinates of the Shinrito Doomsday base are constantly approaching, although, from the outside landscape, there is no difference at all. This wasted capital area is no different from other areas, dead and silent, with no traces of life, as if it is a vast desert with no one. The wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult and the physical life forms seem to have completely abandoned the monitoring of the security around the base. (To be continued......)