The shutter armor of the porthole slowly opened.

Outside the window, there is no bright starry sky, nor dazzling stars and fascinating nebulae. Just a distorted piece of light. Like the oil stains floating on the water surface, and like the electrostatic induction ball of children playing, the silky filaments of light twist and move against the portholes, and the colors are blurred.

The office is empty and bright, and it looks cold because of the all-metal furnishings.

Equally cold, there was the face of Russell, who was standing in front of the porthole with his hands in his hands, and the charming little girl who was quietly curled up on the sofa. The huge virtual screen of the office port is suspended in mid-air. Dozens of images formed a huge ball of light, like a crack in time and space projecting everything that happened in the distant starry sky, and analyzing and deducing it over and over again with data, graphics, and deduction programs that every soldier was too familiar with.

"If this is Russell's plan alone, then he shouldn't be in the top 30." Sober's voice echoed through the empty room, as if he were speaking to a little girl, as if he were talking to himself.

"The ultimate essence of all strategies and tactics designed for victory is a contest of human brains, a conspiracy! The painstaking solitude and secrecy is for the yin, the Export-Import Bank of China is for the sake of plotting, and the human conspiracy exists in the human heart, which is less than 1,500 grams in the brain, an organ of less than 1,500 grams. Its secretiveness and wonder even surpass cosmic black holes. ”

Sober's eyes were cold, and his slender fingers gently touched the cold and smooth porthole, sliding along the filament attached to the window: "Banning is not wronged in losing, whether it is the combat effectiveness of the fleet, the technological level of the ships, the layout and planning in advance, or the calculation of the people during the confrontation, Russell counted him to death." ”

Before he reached Desik, the bandits had already set up the battlefield and had chosen a circuitous route waiting for him to enter the trap. If Russell was not a Rio, he would not have a deep understanding of Rio's army and national conditions. And if Banning had chosen to return to the rescue of the stupid Desik he didn't like so much, perhaps the battle would have ended differently. ”

Sober turned his head and stared at the virtual screen in the center of the snow-white room: "This is the end of a conspiracy that exists in the human heart, Banning counted Russell's pawns, counted his chess, but not his own heart. His heart was counted by Russell! With this battle, Russell can enter the top ten! ”

"So, what about your heart?" The little girl sitting on the couch turned her head. Those dreamy eyes looked at Sober quietly: "In addition to dividing the army to attack Ryan, how many secrets are hidden?" ”

"After all these years, you've finally become somewhat human," Sauber laughed, pacing to the couch and looking down at the angelic, pure and beautiful little girl, "I've been wondering under what circumstances you're going to be out of your programmed voice and tone. If you can't credit this simulated shell that concentrates the best technology of Western York, then you are angry at me for concealing it. ”

"Is trying to make me angry a reason for you to hide my plan to divide my troops?" The little girl's eyes were still clear, like the shallow sea under the bright sun.

"As I said, it's the human heart." Sober got down from the sofa, leaned forward with his hands folded, and turned his head to look at the little girl: "All the reasons exist in my mind, maybe only this one, maybe there are many." However, I am more interested in knowing your heart than I am in discussing my heart. ”

"I don't have a heart." The little girl looked down at her body, her silky hair hanging down, covering her delicate earlobes, "There's a miniature engine in here." ”

"Every kind of life has a heart," Sober smiled slightly, "and when we say the heart, we don't speak of the heart." It's the mind, the character, and the consciousness. It is also the rule that you follow when you think. ”

"What are the rules of humanity?" The little girl raised her head, her long eyelashes slightly upturned in the light: "Morality, instinct, interest? ”

"It depends on the different choices of each person, and it also depends on the focus of a certain moment." Sober laughed, "I answered you, and you should answer me, what is in your heart." What kind of rules will you follow? ”

"I don't know." The little girl was a bit of a scoundrel.

"Oh?" Sober looked at the little girl deeply for a long time, and then smiled and said, "Let's play a game, shall we?" ”

"What game?" The little girl looked down at her little red leather boots, silently, her eyes narrowing slightly in a very humane way.

"Guess the heart!" Sober said lightly.

The little girl was silent. The battleship finished jumping, the twisted filaments of light outside the floor-to-ceiling porthole behind the sofa dissipated, and the bright stars reappeared. The group of ships around him seemed to be paved with silvery frost and snow under the starlight.

"Is there any point in this game?" The little girl asked, looking at the ground.

"Didn't you just guess what I was hiding in my heart besides the division of troops?" Sober laughed, "And I, too, are interested in your secrets. The game has actually begun, and in the future, this is a new mode of communication and cooperation between us. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked into the eyes of the little girl looking at him: "Until you dig out my secret, or I dig out your secret." ”

After speaking, Sober stood up and walked to the desk: "What do you think of the southeast war situation?" ”

"Banning has lost more than fifty-five percent of its total strength and has lost its combat capability in a short period of time by your standards. At the same time, the combined forces of Tatania and Puditok have defeated the Desik Jump Point garrison fleet and are evading the interception of Desik's returning fleet and attacking Desik's capital. The little girl quietly looked at the stars outside the window, and said without emotion, "Due to the above reasons, from the data point of view, neither the Hera system nor the Prometheus system, which are the bases for advancement, can be within the range of the bandits. ”

"And it will take us a full fifty-six hours to get to Desik." Sober took the little girl's words, and as he spoke, he picked up a paper on the desk.

"Fifty-six hours is enough for the bandits to complete the attack." The little girl still couldn't take her eyes off it, "According to the calculation procedure, our grasp of capturing Lelei's jump point before the Filipino Alliance forces will drop by twenty-five percent. ”

"So," Sauber asked, casually, as he flipped through the papers, "what do you think is the probability that we will take the Triflan system?" ”

The little girl's gaze flashed slightly when she looked out the window, and said lightly: "Without enough troops, resources and intelligence data, I can't make a judgment." ”

"But you can judge me," Sauber looked up, his slender eyes eerily smooth in the bright light, "the guessing game has begun, hasn't it?" ”

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