The second galaxy.

The temporary medical soldier Alisa glanced at her comrades beside her and clenched the pendant around her neck.

That was the decorations she bought casually when she was working as a dormitory manager at the University of Science and Technology. They were not expensive and had no special meaning. But at this time, she still couldn't help but want to hold something in her palm, as if everything had a spirit, and they could bless her.

The soldiers rushed to the front line like moths, carrying opium chips with them, and rushed to a battle that was almost gone without returning.

Each soldier drives a small mecha. Since the medical equipment is insufficient, each person is equipped with a teammate who has received simple medical training. They will use their chips to avoid being disturbed by the chipmaker by poison. After the sneak attack is successful, the teammates will immediately take out the biochip to prevent the other party from controlling it in reverse.

If it is too late, the equipped teammate will be responsible for firing a shot at the neck of the chip injected by him, or igniting the mecha arsenal to explode.

Only a very small number of lucky people can successfully remove the chip, and most of them end up burning with the chip.

As the chipmen began to be overwhelmed by the resistance army and their territory was shrinking, the number of experienced regular soldiers of the Central Army became fewer and fewer. Gradually, even the civilians in the original army... even the volunteers who had only received simple training began to rush into battle.

Alisa's companion is a "volunteer army". Like her, he was just an ordinary person before. After the chip man occupied the entire galaxy, he voluntarily joined the resistance army. The mecha was not very easy to drive and was kicked on the shelves. He was tied up tightly, and his brain was connected to the spiritual network. Because the chip's manpower was extremely powerful, if not, it would be impossible for the comrades to hold him down to take out the chip or kill him after the end.

"I used to be a garden designer, where are you?"

"Dormitory administrator." Alisa replied softly.

"This posture makes me feel like a pig to be slaughtered," said the designer who turned on the mecha, his eyes falling on the laser gun around her waist. "Will you kill me?"

Alyssa pursed her lips: "I will take out the chips on you as fast as possible."

"I said so before I set off," the designer who turned on the mecha smiled at her dismal, "but most of them were too late."

Alyssa comforted dryly: "We will have good luck."

"I have a son, six years old, who stayed in a shelter," said the designer. "The movie always says, 'Think about your kids, think about who you are fighting for' and then the protagonist will be full of courage, but why doesn't it work when I get there?"

The voice of their commander came from the mecha: "Everyone is ready, we will arrive at the battlefield immediately, recruits, and review the missile aiming process - for the declaration of freedom!"

Alyssa held her wrist tightly, trying to stop trembling involuntarily.

"But I'm still very scared," the designer looked at her with a deep sense of panic. "I regret coming here, maybe I should..."

At this moment, an alarm sounded and the commander's roar sounded from the mecha: "Fire!"

That second seemed to be so long. Alyssa's sharply rising adrenaline knocked her brain blank. Then something hit the mecha's protective cover. The gravity system failed and she floated up. The military recorder was already in chaos. In a trance, she seemed to hear someone say, "We were ambushed halfway!"

The marching route is highly confidential, and Alisha didn't react at first - how could she be ambushed by the enemy?

The next moment, she suddenly realized that a traitor betrayed them!

Those soldiers who injected chips ideally will leave with one blow. If there is a risk, they will die immediately, but where are there so many "ideal situations"?

Some of them are because their teammates cannot do anything, and some are because they do not want to die, and they are eventually captured. Since the captured soldiers have been injected with chips, they will be immediately controlled by the enemy and speak out.

"The command ship was shot down!"

Alyssa felt unspeakable unwillingness in her heart.

How brave did these people muster up to get onto this battlefield? How could they in vain and have inexplicably become cannon fodder before they even arrived on the battlefield?

The designer who turned on the mecha opened his eyes wide and shouted at her in panic. Before Alisa could tell her lip shape, the designer's eyes suddenly changed, and the mecha that was running around suddenly slowed down. Alisa's mind buzzed, realizing that his chip had been discovered and controlled by the enemy.

She bit her tongue hard, pulled out the laser gun, ready to complete her mission.

But how easy is it?

She was just a former dormitory administrator who had never killed a chicken. She was an ordinary middle-aged man who had to bypass others when she saw others quarrels on the road. She joined the volunteer army to help her companions who were injured in the fight against the chip people, rather than killing a six-year-old father with her own hands.

Alyssa screamed, her voice drowned in the sirens of the mecha. The first shot missed, but tears came down. She had to wipe her eyes quickly, let the laser gun aim automatically, and apologized with her mouth: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Ah!"

At this moment, the designer, who was originally tied up, suddenly broke free from the binding rope and jumped up.

Alyssa opened her eyes wide in shock. There was a burnt crack on the binding rope. It was sharpened with a laser knife, which was definitely not completed in a short time. The designer secretly brought a laser knife and grinded the strong binding rope along the way!

As a soldier, he accepted a high-risk mission in the absence of manpower, but he probably regretted it again the moment he boarded the mecha. He tried hard to suppress his panic and still embarked on the journey, but he couldn't help but do a small mistake. The seniors told him that more than one of them had a laser knife in his hand when he did this.

He thought that if he had no time to successfully remove the chip, he wouldn't want to die.

The gravity system in the mecha returned to normal, and Alisa fell down the wall. The chipmaker didn't give her the time to lift the gun again, and knocked her out as if a layer of dust had passed.

The ambushed team stopped resisting, half of which were blown up, and half became a slave to chips. There was no longer any idea of ​​resistance in their minds, and they were taken away by the chipmen obediently.

This small battle seems to be a microcosm of six galaxies.

Just three hours after the female teacher Alisa was captured, the temporary chip research institute located in the Third Galaxy was exposed and was attacked by chip people. In order to fight against the death of dozens of top bioelectronicists who gathered here, the chip interference technology, which had some ideas, was burned.

People struggled and died generously.

People live in vain and betray their faith.

The elite troops that should have protected them were still trapped in the forbidden zone of humanity at the junction of the First Galaxy and the Eighth Galaxy.

"Does go!" Poisson Yang seemed to have a stubborn mind.

There are technical ships responsible for technical support on both sides of the natural wormhole area, and both ends have enough jammers to close the wormhole area at any time.

Their thoughtful friendly forces not only destroyed the technical ship on the Rose Heart, but also cut off the contact between the two sides in order to prevent the Eighth Galaxy from closing the wormhole from that side.

This means that once any accident occurs on the Rose Heart side, there will be no warning at all!

"Do you know how many natural planets there are in the Eighth Galaxy and how many people there are? Do you know how many years the Eighth Galaxy has just recovered from the civil war? Can't you see that the original intention of these computers is for infinite expansion?" Poisson Yang was furious and spoke out loud, "Did the Eighth Galaxy be Mr. Dongguo, all the friendly forces?"

"But General Yang," the voice of a colonel from the Central Army of the Fourth Galaxy seemed to come from a faraway place. "There are the main force of the coalition forces in the wormhole passage, our comrades, and hundreds of millions of non-armed personnel! They were abandoned by their own people and were stirred into pieces in the turbulence of time and space. What was their mood!"

"Compared with a whole galaxy?"

"Does this choice deserve to be sacrificed if there are few people? What primitive tribe is this logic?"

"Then do you mean to choose to sacrifice the majority?"

"Why do we do such a hello multiple-choice question!"

Poisson Yang laughed furiously: "Do you think this is a school exam, and if you don't want to do it, just hand in the blank paper. At most, parents will be invited!"

"Then General Yang, if the main force of the coalition forces were inexplicably broken into the wormhole channel, what about other galaxies? What should those who are in dire straits in the chip rage? Can they still wait for rescue in this life? The six major galaxies combined have more or less populations than the eighth galaxy, and how should we calculate this!"

Thomas Young pressed Poisson's chest and pushed him away: "Stop quarrel! The three-wing silver flank reinforcements will stop Chengying!"

Chengying walked away from the non-channel area and entered the heart of the rose. The Central Army of the Second Galaxy was the first to be hit and was almost disbanded. With Thomas Yang's order, Bai Yin San's technicians intervened urgently and invaded Chengying's communication with the surrounding frigates. Taking advantage of the brief chaos of the Artificial Intelligence Legion, the messy coalition forces hurriedly blocked the gap.

"General Yang," it was not until this time that the Central Army of the Second Galaxy, which had not been talking, finally made a little voice, "Bai Yin San... has fought for the Second Galaxy for more than ten years. Has the old president of the University of Science and Technology still written to you?"

The heart of Poisson Yang Tie was cast as if it had fallen into a bowl of hydrochloric acid. The hard shell was instantly corroded and covered with holes, revealing the bloody and fuzzy inner inside.

If it weren't forbidden, who would force himself to make a murderous choice?

Fortunately, they have no choice now.

Thomas Young pressed his shoulder: "The technical ship has exploded and the communication has been cut off. What else can I do? Since I have no choice, I will stop. What if we are lucky, the main force of the coalition forces, like Anakin, can come out of the wormhole in time at the last moment?"

Poisson Yang asked in a silence: "What if they don't wait?"

"Defend to the death, General Yang." The voice of the unit from which it was heard sounding in the communication channel, "We don't make a choice, we fight until the last moment."

Poisson Yang curled the corners of his mouth dismal.

The human coalition, which had a brief internal strife, was overwhelmed by the artillery fire of the top ten famous swords, and was forced to focus on the battle again, and there was no place to let go of the grudge.

But this time, there were no surprises in the wormhole passage, and the coalition forces were not lucky.

The ability of artificial intelligence to detect vulnerabilities is far beyond that of humans. After their internal communication was broken by Silver San several times, they maintained their fierce firepower while quickly patching and upgrading. Silver San became more and more difficult. Suddenly, part of the front line, the First Galaxy Border Guards disappeared from the coalition internal communication channel.

"General Yang, the other party interfered with our communication channel in reverse!"

"Mental Net Attack, Beware!"

The almost vast spiritual network of super heavy armor swept over, and another large wave of spiritual network attacks. I don’t know how many backup drivers on the Silver Three Commandership fell without saying a word.

Poisson Young was about to go to the Spirit Network, but Thomas Young took the lead and almost hit the command ship with the frigate was barely stabilized. Thomas Young: "You are responsible for the mobilization, I'll drive it."

After saying that, he reached out to ask for a soothing agent. After a while, he looked up and found that the soothing agent stock of the command ship was empty!

Thomas Yang suddenly shuddered and realized that the coalition forces had reached the end of their strength. After the wave of mental network attacks just now, nearly 30% of the coalition forces' mechas had lost control!

The pilot team on the mecha was wiped out.

"The communication channel is being repaired - repair failed -"

"Retreat!"

Through the Spirit Network, Thomas Young can already see Chengying's body pressing into front of him: "Retract! Retreat quickly!"

A prompt sounded in the mecha, indicating that they had entered the natural wormhole area and were radiation from the special energy in the wormhole area, and there was no way behind them.

At this moment, the internal communication channel of the coalition forces suddenly turned dark. On the silent mecha, the voices of comrades could no longer be heard.

Thomas Yang only felt that his temple was poked by a steel cone, and his mental network was shocked. The human-computer interface was swallowed by the other party at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was like a small ant trying to support the big tree with his hands, powerless and helpless... The eyes went dark.

The command ship of Silver Three immediately lost control, the gravity system stopped operating, everyone and objects were thrown out, and a faint light shone out in the darkness, and I don’t know who they collided with.

The last line of defense of the coalition forces was broken, and the out-of-control mecha was like a water grass lifted by the waves, and it couldn't help but throw it to both sides.

The super heavy armor Chengying and Long Yuan came one after another, and walked through the middle with an indefatigable artificial intelligence army with a destructive force and broke into the natural wormhole area.

The imagined coalition forces still haven't come out.

In the eighth Galaxy, Galaxy City is as clear as the sky.

The communication was cut off and they received no prompts of doom.
To be continued...