Chapter 224: Undercurrent (1)

The military build-up put the entire fleet in a tense state, many outings were terminated, and even many private spaceships traveling abroad returned to Starport early, staying at home one by one. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Compared to powerful warships, their private ships are completely panels that can capsize at any time, and they can't give them the slightest sense of security. Such a sudden emergency military build-up is rare, and in the past, all military exercises were conducted with advance notice. This time there was no preparation at all, which made the vast majority of people mentally unassertive.

In the formation of the huge generation ships, a 500-meter-long mini-cargo ship shuttles between the generation ships. This kind of thing is normal in normal times, but in the current tense situation, it seems abrupt.

With the issuance of the assembly order, the entire fleet has been placed on second-level alert, which is already the highest level of the usual state of alert. Level 2 security means that all active duty soldiers have been removed from vacation, all reserve troops have been quickly rebuilt, and the arsenal is activated.

The first level of security means that at the edge of the battlefield will encounter war at any time, all soldiers are not allowed to leave the combat post, at least one of the main guns of the battleship is in a state of saturation and charging, and all detection equipment is turned on in all directions; The special alert state above it refers to the alert state during the interval between battles, and the combat positions are rotated, and all artillery fire is fully charged and activated at any time.

As the "ghosts" in black clothes and black cloaks got into the spaceship on their respective vehicles, the cargo spaceship turned on its engines and quickly left the range of the mothership, flying towards the edge of the fleet, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

This is a very special cargo ship, it is so backward that it can be described as miserable at the current level of technology of the fleet. The wiring of the spaceship is completely paved with backward copper wires, and the metal shell that makes up the main body is also a titanium alloy that has been eliminated for thousands of years, so such a spaceship is completely a huge metal pipe. The ship is fully manually controlled, and there is no automatic control program. The most advanced technological product on board the spacecraft is a scary onboard computer with low computing efficiency.

The computer was so backward that the entire machine was not equipped with an integrated chip, and all the components were made up of transistors. As a result, the entire computer is bloated and slow, with no superfluous functions other than for something as simple as the calculation of the shipping lane.

The entire spaceship was full of people, groups of civilized soldiers in fancy clothes roamed among the battleships in full armor, and many more people laboriously opened and closed valves in the many jobs, choosing the right option from countless colorful buttons and laboriously pressing them.

In order to operate this spaceship more than 500 meters long, this underground force used a total of more than 100,000 operators. The fact that so many people can be completely coordinated is a great miracle in itself.

In the dimly lit conference room, twenty-three men in black wrapped in dark cloaks sat together. The cloak was so wide that even the two people sitting next to each other did not know which civilization they came from. There was no conversation in the conference room, everyone wrote their thoughts on the paper in the prescribed common language, and then the staff in the back showed them to the people around them in turn, and after reading them, they were immediately discarded in the brazier in the middle and completely reduced to ashes. The ashes will eventually be packed into cardboard boxes, and then thrown into the stars with household garbage through special electromagnetic cannons to be completely destroyed, and no evidence will be left at all.

"What's going on?" Civilization One wrote on the paper.

"There's no useful news, and the spies we've punched in haven't found anything out of the ordinary so far," Two, scribbling hastily on a piece of paper.

"Whew! ......" The fire kept flashing, and the paper of No. 1 had been completely destroyed in front of everyone with the firelight, and only the pungent smell of smoke could prove that the paper had existed.

"I don't think we should be meeting at such a sensitive time, what if someone finds out, knowing that they are everywhere," Five hurriedly wrote on a piece of paper.

"We won't have a problem in the name of express freight, and we are already in the express business, and it is not surprising that now the spacecraft has arrived at the spaceport of the Wa 4 generation spacecraft," Seven wrote proudly.

"Would a normal cargo ship use such a backward thing as a fuel-injected engine? It's just hiding your ears and stealing the bell, it's ridiculous," Five wrote anxiously.

"There's no way around it, and in order to prevent the ubiquitous invasion of intelligent people, we can only build the spaceship backward enough as far as possible," wrote Civilization Seven in the dim incandescent light.

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"Our people have received detailed information, the galaxy has gathered a large and glorious imperial fleet, the preliminary estimate of the number of ships is no less than 200 million, and their target this time is the fleet we are in," Civilization Seventeen wrote after a moment of silence.

A brief commotion ensued in the twenty-three people, and soon after, one by one, they regained their composure.

"This is the opportunity we have been waiting for, and we have to seize it," No. 1 wrote.

"I don't think there's a better time to do it, at least not until the threat of a glorious empire is eliminated. The virus burrows into the host's body and devours it recklessly, and the result can only be destroyed with the host, but it is only one step behind the time" Civilization Sixteen.

"We're not a virus, we just want to get back everything that belongs to us, level 7 technology, a huge fleet, magical plants capable of producing hedrons, and self-growing battleships, these should be all of us. Why is there such a big difference within the same alliance? Our population is hundreds of thousands of times theirs! Twenty-one shouted.

"What is the situation in the hands of the army? If you don't master the army, everything is empty talk" Civilization No. 18.

"Grass-roots soldiers are 60 percent sure, non-commissioned officers have 30 percent of their words, and there are very few grass-roots officers who have leaned towards us so far."

"The situation is not good, there is no officer organization, what should I do if there is a mess at that time?" Civilization No. 18.

"We've installed our own commanders among the ranks, and there will be no problem. As long as we can master ten of the thirty-five military fortress ships, we will be completely successful," Civilization II excited.

"It's very difficult, the first-level control authority is in the hands of that civilization, if we can't solve this problem, our actions are completely empty talk. When the time comes, if they blow themselves up, billions of soldiers will be reduced to ashes before they even have any effect. And intelligent people are not so easy to deal with, they are very smart "Civilization No. 18."

"Our scientists have found a way to deal with it," Civilization II is confident.

"It's too rash, if we can't increase the success rate by one step, our clan's strength won't participate," Eighteen pushed the paper in front of everyone, and threw it into the brazier and turned to leave.

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"I suspect that the eighteenth is a spy," the second civilization was furious.

"Civilization No. 18 is justified in its suspicions, after all, it is the worth of the lives of tens of trillions of people in the entire race, and no matter how careful you are, you can't ......be too careful," Civilization No. 23 finally spoke.

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"Tick...... Backbite...... Di ......" Zhuge Wushuang looked at the information uploaded from his personal terminal.

"The rat is out of its hole!"

"Hehe, can't you help it? I've been waiting for me so hard......" Zhuge Wushuang let out a long sigh of relief, and said comfortably lying on the sofa with squinted eyes............