Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"hateful……"

Every word in the forum is like a hot steel nail, stinging Meng Lichuan's eyes, piercing her chest and burning her palm.

She does not necessarily stand at a high strategic height, and she firmly believes in the principle of "the lips are cold and cold".

It was only a natural reluctance that she couldn't stand the failure—especially in her first important strategic deduction on behalf of the “Moon Devils”.

"Drips!"

When the cooling time is up, she can join the battle group again.

Taking a deep breath and condensing the soul and spirit, Meng Lichuan once again sank into the neural interaction fluid, and the closed eyes saw a series of colorful data streams, and she once again entered the strategic deduction.

This time, she played the role of a senior staff member supporting the fleet, or was responsible for transporting fuel, ammunition and space warfare to the front line where it was most needed. If possible, the damaged star ship was towed back with the wounded. Emergency repairs are carried out in the large maintenance fort in the rear, at least three to five percent of the combat power is restored.

For a moment, the torrent of data, the whirlpool of information, the various kinds of calculations, charts and curves of the meteor shower, the skull cover the brain into her mind.

In this kind of expert-level strategic deduction, the general audience can't see the "starship battle line" lined up, the universe battle shuttle and the crystal battle group interlaced **** battles, and the giant gods opened their hearts and destroyed the dead. In such a scene, the war is extremely simplified or reduced to its original face - countless cold data changes, each data represents a star ship or thousands of lives, the disappearance of data is more than the annihilation of the pieces It’s even more insignificant, and Meng Lichuan must try to hide his heart and mind, not thinking about the numbers or the meaning behind the pieces, and sending them to the “should be dead” as accurately as possible.

This is not an easy job.

She is under more pressure than the true Xinghai Fleet staff and commander.

Because in the real Star Wars, she will never be allowed to master such a large amount of data. When dispatching so many starships, there will be many staff officers, captains and commanders at all levels to help her share the pressure. A simple screw is just fine.

Here, Meng Lichuan had to deal with the rhythm of hundreds of messages per second, and accurately distributed the last batch of supplies of the Federal Army to the most needed front.

It’s good to have data to process. More often, when the enemy launches high-intensity magnetic interference, it cuts off all her data sources. She is like a blind man’s horse galloping on a cliff, only by “intuition”. "Gift" plus a little "lucky" to determine the placement of materials.

Under the double impact of the calculation of the super-load and the violent animal-like mental pressure, in just half an hour, Meng Lichuan's brain once again broke through the limits of fatigue and reached the edge of collapse.

Hey, she can't tell, whether she is carrying out a virtual strategic deduction, or she is really in the cruel battlefield, watching her fleet and breaking into the abyss of destruction.

The boring data and the intricate figures of the line all turned into lifelike illusions.

Meng Lichuan seems to see that countless federal starships are burning on the edge of the extreme heavens and become a screaming butterfly.

It also seems to see that the dark starry sky was torn apart by a **** wound. More, faster, more ferocious sacred starships crossed the wormhole and landed on top of them.

Under the disturbance of stellar radiation, the invisible waves emitted by the two sides of the guns exudes both magnificent and horrible brilliance, light interlacing, distortion, blending and entanglement, just like the numerous mottled appearing in the starry sea. The gorgeous snakes bite each other and swallow.

The serpent, representing the federation, was unstoppable and was swallowed up by the serpent representing the sacred alliance.

"No, never!"

Meng Lichuan gritted his teeth, and I didn’t know where the power broke out. The calculation power was instantly increased five times. Every ship that was under the arm was like her nerve endings. She was put in place with perfect precision and just right.

On the front line that she is responsible for, the strength of the EFF’s firepower output has doubled in an instant, and countless sacred starships have been annihilated in the blazing sea of ​​fire. Many senior members have expressed their appreciation to her newcomer in the communication channel. "The expression."

It is a pity that in the magnificent confrontation of nearly one million starships, the individual's power is ultimately small. No matter whether Menglichuan's front line is brave enough, it is impossible to recover the remaining dozens of fronts.

What's more, it is difficult for a clever woman to be without rice. When Meng Lichuan runs out of the last batch of supplies, and all her supply ships have become empty iron cans, she is completely devoid of it!

"Lichuan, your brainwaves are not in the right direction, just quit, and withdraw from the strategic deduction!"

Vaguely, Meng Lichuan heard a voice crying anxiously in his ear.

"Abominable, hateful, hateful, how can we lose, this deduction is a mess, chaos!"

Meng Lichuan stunned his eyes and turned a deaf ear to the warnings in his ears. His eyes penetrated the chaotic data and shot at the non-existing sacred fleet.

"Lichuan, you are going to get out of the way, quit, fast!"

That voice continued to shout.

What Meng Lichuan heard was the sighs, ridicule, screaming and frustrated sighs on the forum.

"Fart, we won't lose, I won't admit defeat like this!"

Meng Lichuan gritted his teeth, and every brain cell was boiling, burning and exploding.

"Forced exit, forced exit!"

The sound in the ear screamed.

The data in front of Meng Lichuan’s eyes jumped, showing that a sacred fleet had discovered her little supply fleet.

The acceleration and steering flexibility of the opposing warship is much higher than her transport ship, and she has nowhere to escape.

Meng Lichuan snorted and did not hesitate to manipulate the supply ship under his arm to make a positive formation. But because of the setting of the director group, the "moral value" and "command" of her fleet fell to the bottom. Even the stance of "Jade and Stone Burning" is difficult to put out.

Therefore, she is not ready to "generate to death", the enemy is like a hungry tiger rushing into her fleet, Meng Lichuan's eyes are turned into a shining meteor, the meteor gathers into a bleak white light, her soul Suddenly suffocated, she did not even finish the last swearing, and she simply passed out.

......

Meng Lichuan slept the deepest feeling in this life.

Also done the most, the most horrible, the most absurd nightmare.

Most of the nightmares are related to the Star Wars. She is like being caught in a thick swamp. The swamp is full of grease. Then, the oil is ignited. She looks at her and her companion's head and burns.

Such a nightmare didn't know how many times it was repeated. Meng Lichuan barely opened the scarlet eyes and slammed the ceiling for a long time before he confirmed that he woke up.

But she still had a splitting headache, and it hurt as if someone had opened her head and stuffed it into a starship.

The smell of disinfectant water floating in the air, as well as the monitoring device next to the "Drips" made her confirm that she was lying in the medical cabin of the hospital.

Time should have passed for a long time. After a long time, she thought hard for a while before she remembered what she was doing at the last moment.

"The game, I am in the game!"

Meng Lichuan's heart was tight, and he sat up fiercely. He only felt that he was spinning around. The starship in his head opened fire and took her back again. By the way, he still screamed and stared at Venus.

"Hey, what are you doing? I want to lie for another three days and three nights!"

A round, watching some "squeaky" faces appeared above the medical cabin and looked at her with a smile.

"Peach sister!"

Meng Lichuan's pretty face was red, and some embarrassedly screamed.

"Peach Sister" is called Jiang Baitao. It is the first-line player of the "Monsters of the Moon". It is also the predecessor who brought Meng Lichuan into the door. According to the rules of the realm, even her "leader", the natural friendship between the two. Shallow.

"The head hurts, I, what happened to me, peach sister?"

Meng Lichuan pressed his temples and took a few deep breaths. "The game, we are still playing, how come you?"

"There is a bad news and a good news."

Jiang Baitao laughed. "The bad news is that you are desperate to stir up brain cells, arrogantly calculate power, almost all of your own cerebral vasculature, and fall into the most serious ignorance. You have been lying in the hospital for three days and three nights. The little girl who lives.

"The good news is that 'somexiously' is ignorant, that is, there is no meaning of ignoring the fire, not only will not leave a little bit of sequelae, but you also 'breakthrough', and even if you are not aware of it, have risen several levels! Of course, the specific brain condition, but also a series of tests to know, wait for you to raise, and slowly say it!

"In short, your performance three days ago is 'stunned as a man of heaven'. Now the entire strategic deduction center knows that there is such a bad girl in your life, not only the strong people in the Foundation have taken you. Details, gearing up to focus on training you, even the military, Yao Shi Group and the major sects are very interested in you, think that you have endless potential, want to dig you over, feed you, you do not Will you leave the 'Peach Sister' that is so good to you?"

"what……"

Meng Lichuan was a little embarrassed and his cheeks were slightly red.

In the past, such good news is enough to make her sing and dance.

However, after such a fierce Xinghai war, she suddenly did not care so much about the level of her personal realm.

"The game - is it over?"

Meng Lichuan saw that Jiang Baitao had a light wind and a light cloud. He smiled and smiled. He felt a glimmer of shimmer in his heart. "Don't we have a last minute, miracle reversal, and even--win?"

"Reversing the ghosts, they all hit the bombs, the whole army was wiped out, how to win, of course, lost, lost and defeated, smashed, set our 'moon magic team' and the opposite 'blood shadow team' entangled a dozen The biggest defeat in the years, hey, it’s a shame and shame!”

Ginger Baitao said very simply.

"Hey?"

Meng Lichuan was puzzled and muttered. "Let's lose, we actually lost. Then, why does the peach sister feel so relaxed, even happy?"

"happy?"

Jiang Baitao licked his fat face and smiled. "Probably I am very happy to see you safely and awake."

"Hey, what's the use of waking up, let's lose after all, now the forum must put us in the blood of the dog?"

Meng Lichuan said, "There is still a public opinion poll, how many people are left to support the "immediately send troops"? 20%? 10%? Not even 5%?"

"Oh, this one..."

The expression of Jiang Baitao suddenly became very strange, and he coughed, "The comprehensive polls of the three authoritative forums now show that 68% of those who support 'immediately send troops', and 17% of which are uncertain, think that it should be 'long-term discussion, The number of people who think twice is only 15%, and as time goes by, the proportion of people who support 'immediately send troops' is still rising."

"what?"

Meng Lichuan was stunned and sat up again. He was quite straight and went back. He refused to feel dizzy, but he screamed. "Is there any mistake, how can this be!"