Chapter 466 Keyword Filtering

Even if it is a substitute repair, the dependence on equipment is great. Human beings have been inventing things since they learned to use tools. These things either provide convenience for human beings, or improve human strength. And weapons are tools for human beings to improve their strength, especially mechas, which are an extension of the body of repair, which is directly manifested in combat effectiveness. And, like in any war, a good logistics department can make a fighter braver, more fearless, and calmer. Because they know that they are not alone, as long as they don't die, everything will be fine.

"Undefeated, undefeated, move forward bravely!"

Aizalo's roar rolled in his throat. He felt the sound vibrate through the xiōng cavity, beating vigorously with his heart. He felt the strength and the courage. He wants to fight for his life, he doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to be a good meal for bugs.

"Undefeated, undefeated, move forward bravely!"

Countless voices rang out in the public channel, the 29th Mecha Company and the 54th Mecha Company had been merged, and this blood-boiling slogan was accepted by everyone.

"Everyone, listen to me."

Nax is one of the highest-ranking people here, and at this moment, he must step up, and a leader is needed here.

"Yes, sir!"

Countless mecha weapon microdots, greeting the new chief. At this moment, self-proclaimed officials are not grabbing credit, it means responsibility, it means giving more things. So, no one objected, and everyone looked at Nax with respect, hoping that he would take everyone out of danger.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Nax pointed to a bloated mecha and said: "Quel'Salas, you are a powerful mecha and a heavy mecha, so the defensive thing is for you, if there is a white-ringed butterfly worm, you must block it as soon as possible, and you must not let this insect get close to the turret." ”

"Yes, sir, if the White-Ringed Butterfly Worm is near the turret, there's only one possibility—I'm dead." Quel'Salas replied in the affirmative.

"Nope! Can't die. Nax exclaimed, "No one can die." Lesta, you remember, if Quel'Thalas blocks the White-Ringed Butterfly, then you have to be the first to attack, and I'm going to see how fast you leopard really is! ”

"Yes, sir. Don't worry, the slow Quel'Thallas is actually a limit to my speed. Lesta's reply was lazy, but equally resolute.

"Good!" Nax turned around, looked at a ranged attack mech, and said, "Dominia, it's up to you to organize the attack, I hope you don't shoot a shot, but I don't want anyone to know where to go?"

"Yes, sir."

"Bō Xi, it's up to you to slip through the net, you shouldn't have a problem with your sniper rifle, right? You pick a few more people yourself. ”

"No problem, sir. The bullets were polished. ”

"Shandrella, you are the most careful here, so I will give it to you later, and the substitutes who stay behind are under your command. You remember, that Chu Ming, you must protect him, we need this mechanic. ”

A mechanic was raised to a high status, which was a necessity of the situation and an attitude. If there is a kind of person who saves you in times of despair, then he is your comrade-in-arms, your brother in life and death, a trustworthy person who repays with his life.

"Attention! Try to find and rescue those lonely comrades, we need more people. Let's do it! ”

Nax raised his pitch and made the last addition. Although his dispatch was not perfect, at least they had a plan, a unified command, a goal, and a hope. On the way to achieving hope, what is the point of taking a few detours?

The battle began again, and the "left" and "right" quietly withdrew from the worm cháo, and without these two, Nax might not have been able to finish speaking. Looking at the two armor substitutes that were repairing themselves, Chu Ming turned on the radar on the spaceship and started a long test......

The 507th Guards Central Cluster, the situation here is slightly better, and the flagship of the Titan has not been affected by the Bug Cháo for the time being. In front of the central radar display, General Pross was holding a page of documents, his rigid face with anger that could not be concealed, and he was silent for a long time, and suddenly he smiled strangely, and the laughter was full of contempt and ridicule.

"A strong man breaks his wrist?! Haha Getting the central cluster out of the battle is indeed a good way to save your life. Haha......ha Let us tens of thousands of officers and soldiers become snacks for bugs? He really wanted to think about it! ”

Suddenly, General Pross's laughter came to an abrupt halt as he tore the page of the file in his hand and slammed his fist into the console.

Didi - the warning light came on, and the sound of the alarm came out. General Prows was not a civilian official.

"General." Sister Filier stepped forward and turned off the alarm, and she said worriedly, "Although we can't give up, how can we turn this situation around?" Our fighters are fighting alone and are not even able to organize an effective defense. Our orders simply cannot be carried out. ”

"But the aircraft carrier is still there, we have only lost one aircraft carrier, and it has not been completely destroyed until now." The chief of staff of Cenarius frowned, racking his brains to think of a way to solve the dilemma.

"The aircraft carrier is still there, but our substitute repairs have to pay too many lives to protect it, which is more than worth the loss." Although Philier was the deputy chief of staff, she was always straightforward, so she directly refuted the words of the chief of staff of Cenarius.

"Yes, I didn't expect our aircraft carrier to become a sacrifice for the soldiers." General Pross sighed distressedly, these soldiers were the elite of the Clan Alliance, and this kind of loss was unbearable for the 507 Guards.

"Yes, aircraft carriers! Has the shape of war changed? The chief of staff of Cenarius was speechless, and after being silent for a while, he said helplessly: "Except for the central cluster, the aircraft carriers of the other clusters have been attacked, the first and second clusters of the left and right flanks have been completely beaten, and the 3rd cluster of the forward has suffered greater losses, they were the first to contact with the insect cháo, and the later insect cháo bypassed the gap between the left wing and the central cluster, forming a flanking trend against them, until now, it has been confirmed that two divisions have been canceled, and the others are not much better." ”

In fact, everyone knows that the truth is worse than what Cenarius Chief of Staff said, those two divisions are basically wiped out, and the other troops are slowly entering this end. It's a dead noose, and it's only going to get tighter and tighter.

"So far, only one organization is still complete." Perhaps thinking that there was too much bad news, the chief of staff of Cenarius Xiǎo browsed through the intelligence and found a fairly good news:

"The 12th Mecha Brigade of the 'Fruit' requested immediate combat command. The 12th and 54th Mecha Companies of the 29th Mecha Brigade fought bravely, not only defending the battery, but also rescuing a large number of comrades. Now that the scale has reached the brigade level, I request that the former captain of the 54th Mecha Company, Nax, be given the command of the battle. ”

"The 'Fruit'? 12 Mecha Brigade? General Pross frowned, remembering something related: "If memory serves, Co-Chairman Murphylin's nephew is there, it seems to be a trainee brigade commander, who is the current brigade commander?" ”

"Unilu. Zaganatha. Philip quickly replied, "Yonilu? Zaganata has been killed, the news has been confirmed, and the midshipman Barnaharu is not in sight, and Co-Chairman Murphylin's plan wants us to retreat in that direction and rescue his nephew by the way. ”

"By the way?! Hmph-" General Pross snorted coldly, and his mood that had just gotten better went down again, if it weren't for these dignitaries and nobles, the 507th Guards would never have fallen into this field. Stranding in the Sandrela meteorite belt was a fatal mistake, and Co-Chairman Murphylin thought it was safe, but he didn't expect bugs to be stupid. Taking advantage of the weakness of the 507 Guards Army's procrastination in action, such a big trap was designed.

"Central Brain, filter it again."

In the middle of the night, General Pross regained his strength, and this was already the 8th filtration. General Pross was keen to see that mysterious message resurface.

"The key word – variables." General Prows was thinking about what to filter with, and in his voice, the information in his brain flooded in.

"The key word is turnaround." Another keyword.

"The key word – retreat."

"The key word – attack."

The data on the screen is a little sparse, but none of them are useful.

"General." Sister Philip interrupted General Pross's thoughts, she pondered for a moment, and said in a consultative tone, "General, do you think this mysterious person guessed the movement of the bug by luck?" ”

"Luck is also a strength. And, it's never luck. General Pross replied in the affirmative. If you can get to the exact coordinates, it is by no means guesswork.

"So General, do you think this mysterious man is a soldier or an officer?" Fillel asked another question.

General Pross thought for a moment and replied, "I think it should be a soldier, otherwise it wouldn't be so unknown." ”

"So what is a soldier thinking at the moment? General, I think we should think from the perspective of a soldier. "Sister Filier Xiǎo made a suggestion.

"I see, Friel, you're right" General Pross nodded, he thought for a moment again, and said cautiously: "The key word - fiasco"

"The key word – survive." Another keyword.

"Key words - to bet or not to bet?"

The powerful central intelligence brain is constantly calculating, filtering massive amounts of information with the help of keywords and artificial intelligence comprehension. The surging information on the screen slowed down, and then one by one it was eliminated, and the officers all gathered in front of the screen, looking for information that seemed useful.

"Here! It's here, and it's sent out by the individual soldier's intelligent brain terminal, and it's been abandoned, and there is no way to find it. ”

A sharp-eyed officer shouted, and in his voice, the brain automatically amplified the message, magnifying it so that everyone could see it.

Sister Filier stepped forward and read in her crisp female voice—

"If you don't want to lose badly, then the central cluster must take the initiative to attack, and the method is actually known to you. This approach to central clustering will be costly, but it will allow us to survive more people. And - if you want to gamble one more time, then there is one more suggestion - street fighting, street fighting with aircraft carriers as a support point, then we have a chance to win. As a reminder, this method is more risky, gamble or not? ”

"After the analysis of the brain is completed, the tone of the two messages is very close, and 85.32% of them may have been sent by one person." Another officer had already done the comparison, and his words confirmed the truth of the message.

But to bet or not? The question was again put before General Pross.

"To bet or not?" General Prows muttered to himself, he thought, and turned his gaze out the window. There, the black-pressed insect cháo was like a raging tornado, rolling and rolling, constantly squeezing the living space of the 507 Guards. There, there was no singing and laughter, only desperate wails and helpless eyes. Will they be resentful? Will they regret being here when they die, and will they regret being a member of the 507 Guards?

General Prows thought silently, feeling that something was tearing at his heart, trying to drain his blood, turning half of his life's work into a joke, making him dance like a xiǎo ugly to the laughter of the crowd.

"We are fighting in the universe and traveling through galaxies; We trust side by side, like brothers, we are the closest comrades-in-arms; We are not afraid of failure, we are not afraid of death, because our faith has never wavered. ”

General Pross softly recited the 507 Guards anthem, his hand reaching for his jacket pocket. A coin appeared, flicked into the air with a flick.

"General, it's a head. Is it the central cluster attacking or street fighting? Or do it again? ”

It was Sister Filier who picked up the coin first, and this time, everyone did not doubt the general's determination, the general would really gamble.

"No need, the two of them will work together and start drawing up a battle plan." The general's determination exceeded everyone's expectations, he completely believed the information of unknown origin, and the fate of the 507 Guards was simply decided by a few dozen words. Is this right or wrong? ……

"Street fighting?!" Nax looked at the information in his brain, unable to understand the meaning of the plan at all.

"Street fighting? Relying on the mothership, the risk is too great. We could lose the last position. Then we have no way out. "Sandreela is careful, and her worries are everyone's worries.

"What should I do?" Aizalo walked over, Chu Ming installed a power knee for him, Aizalo was not jealous of this rough mechanic at all, he really wanted to do something for everyone?

"Fighting, of course." Chu Ming didn't know when Lu Dao appeared, he was holding a cigarette that could not be lit, and he was dangling his arm danglingly, he was learning from Aizaro's dislocated arm.