Technical Department.
There was a war going on in the front, and the technical department personnel who belonged to the logistics department were also very busy. According to the different areas of responsibility of each person, the voices in the built-in connector came one after another.
"Check the communication node a675, the signal fluctuation frequency exceeds the standard!"
"The line is broken, connect the CE34 line to the backup line!"
"The wave field of the explosion has too much impact on signal transmission, pay attention to monitoring!"
As the starships whose damage reached the recycling standard were captured one after another, the people in the technical department realized that the situation of this war was not optimistic.
The starships that were close, met certain standards, and were successfully captured back to the main ship would be sent to the technical department for simple repairs and put into the battlefield again. During the repair period, the pilot will switch to the spare ship and return to the battlefield immediately.
Therefore, the technical department can basically guess the situation of the battle by looking at the number of recovered starships, the degree of damage, and the energy status.
Ye Pei frowned: "The situation is not good. The returning starships are in a mess, with no ammunition, and the energy will be completely exhausted after flying a few more stars. The key point is that there are too many! If it continues like this, the spare ships will not be able to make up for the gap!"
Mondrian's expression was also solemn: "Then we may be forced to retreat."
"We may lose, right?" Ye Pei manipulated the small maintenance robot and sighed, his tone bitter, "I haven't lost a battle for a long time, and now it's a little hard to imagine."
Mondrian was the same. He patted Ye Pei on the shoulder: "Everyone wants to win, but the battlefield will not obey personal ideas. Don't be so depressed, The technical department will definitely be very busy in the future. "
At this time, a question came from the side: "Can't we win this battle?"
Ye Pei looked over and saw Fantov and the two researchers who boarded the ship with him standing a few steps away. She immediately frowned.
It's not that she has a prejudice, but when everyone in the technical department is so busy that they wish they could split each person into two people, these three people gathered together to chat leisurely, holding a cup of steaming coffee in their hands.
Fantov came from a privileged family. He used to work at the Data Science Institute on Odin Star. There were not many projects and topics, so he lived a leisurely life. Later, the Secretary-General and the Marshal entered Odin, and the status of the Data Science Institute was repeatedly mentioned. No matter where he went, he was always surrounded by people, and everyone would give him face.
But now he was given the cold shoulder by a young man who hadn't even finished Turan's courses. Fantov felt annoyed but managed to hold back his anger and asked a question that concerned him more: "Why do you say we can't win this battle?"
Although Ye Pei didn't like Fantov very much, he managed to answer with two sentences, thinking that these three people had just joined the expeditionary force: "The battle situation is not good. But victory and defeat are common in the military. If we lose, we lose. We just need to win next time."
After Fantov looked at the other two, fear surged in their hearts.
After walking a few steps to the side, a man with a pale face asked in a low voice: "Are we really going to lose? Are the rebels going to attack? Will they kill all of us?"
Another man also lowered his voice: "I just heard someone say that there are not enough reserve ships. The rebels seem to have developed some new technology. We are completely powerless to resist. It seems that we are really going to lose! What should we do? Should we escape?"
The first person who spoke had a sharp voice: "How to escape? There is space outside, we can't escape! We will all die here!"
Vantov's fingers trembled, and a chill suddenly came over him.
On Odin Star, he had never witnessed a war with his own eyes. When he boarded the ship, the expeditionary force was in the post-war repair period, and the days were peaceful. Although he always heard people talking about the number of casualties and the amount of war damage, he felt nothing.
After all, it was not him who died.
But at this moment, the fire outside the porthole would make him tremble. Every alarm on the ship's radio made him want to squat and hide. The marks of shelling on the damaged starships he had seen in the past seemed to be about to fall on him!
He even began to wonder, if the rebels took control of the command ship, would they kill everyone?
The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Fantov broke out in a cold sweat and stumbled two steps. Suddenly, he thought of something, left the two people beside him, and walked quickly in one direction alone.
Ye Pei and Mondrian looked at each other, both of them were a little puzzled. However, the tasks on their hands were doubling, and they had no time to take care of other things.
After Fantov came up with an idea, he quickly went to the super optical computer in the technical department.
Everyone was busy and hurried, no one would pay attention to him, and no one would know what he was doing.
Taking a deep breath, Fantov took out an optical storage device, connected it to the super optical computer, and began to copy all the data and files within his maximum authority.
Hurry up... copy faster! We must copy as much as possible before the rebels take down this command ship!
His forehead began to sweat, his eyes fixed on the rapidly flashing data, thinking, if the rebels really want to kill everyone, he can offer these top-secret data to surrender!
Yes, he also needs to set permissions. No one except him can open this optical storage device to read the data!
Yes, yes, that's it... Maybe this way, the rebels won't kill him!
I don't know how many people praise the Expeditionary Force, but what is the reality? They are about to lose.
He obviously just wanted to come up to gain some fame and benefits. If he handles it properly, he might even be able to become the head of the technical department. When the time comes, it will not be difficult to return to the ground and enter the military headquarters.
His future is destined to be brighter than most people.
But now he can't care about all that. He doesn't want to die in vain, and he doesn't want to be implicated by the Expeditionary Force!
As for what will happen after the data is handed over to the rebels -
what does the life and death of the Expeditionary Force have to do with him?
While fearing being discovered, Fantov was also filled with excitement.
Those people in the technical department who had looked coldly at him would die, and Ye Pei who had given him a cold look would also die. The two people who boarded the ship with him and wanted to steal his credit would not survive, but he would live!
At this time, a noise came from far away. Fantov glanced in the direction of the sound, worried that he had been discovered, but then he calmed down again. Not to mention that everyone was very busy now, even if he was really discovered, he could find a reasonable excuse.
On the other side, Ye Pei and Mondrian were brought to Qi Yan by Lorenz in two moves, asking them to assist Qi Yan temporarily.
Ye Pei and Mondrian looked at each other, both very confused -
why would Qi Yan appear here at this time? Also, assistance, what are they going to assist with?
Before they could figure out what was going on, Qi Yan first expressed his request: "I want to use the super optical computer, and the general has approved it."
Lorenz was in a state of panic, and before leaving, he only said: "He has the highest priority to use it!"
The super optical computer "Nan Dou" on the command ship, its performance and computing power are comparable to the Tianguang No. 3 of the Leto ISOC Equipment Center, and has always served as the intelligent computing center on the command ship.
Ye Pei immediately led the way, and vaguely realized that Qi Yan's sudden visit to the technical department to use the super optical computer might be related to the current war situation.
Several people hurriedly arrived in front of "Nandou". Ye Pei saw someone standing next to the host with his back to the computer, so he said, "Sorry, the situation is urgent. Qi Yan has obtained the right to use "Nandou". Can you change to a light computer to process the data?"
Qi Yan's eyes were fixed on a certain point in the air, and he was thinking quickly about how to build a model.
After hearing what Ye Pei said, Fantov, who was standing in front of "Nandou", turned around with a fake smile on his face: "Sorry, I am also in a hurry here. I think your friend doesn't mind waiting for a while."
Instead of calling Qi Yan's name, he used "your friend" to describe him, and added emphasis, implying that Qi Yan was brought by Ye Pei and had a relationship with Ye Pei, and was not a member of the technical department at all.
The fire in his heart suddenly rose up, and Ye Pei's eyes were cold: "This is the order of the commander and the boss, please get out of the way immediately!"
Fantov glanced at the progress bar hidden in the corner of the screen, and almost half of it had not been transmitted successfully.
On the command ship, only "Nandou" had such a fast transmission efficiency. If it were replaced with another optical computer, the rebels might have boarded the command ship, and the data would not have been transmitted yet. Naturally, he would not get out of the way.
Seeing Qi Yan staring blankly at something, like a beautiful puppet, Fantov was disdainful in his heart - relying on her face to get the commander's favor, she is just a vase.
"The order of the commander and the boss? How do I know that what you said is true?"
Fantov was determined not to get out of the way, ready to delay time until the data transmission was completed.
So what if he's a commander, so what if he's Lorenz? Anyway, when the rebels come, everyone will die except him! By then, even the expeditionary force will be gone, so what kind of commander is there?
Ye Pei had never met such a confused and rogue person, so without saying anything more, he and Mondrian stepped forward to pull him away, but Fantov pushed him away and blocked the screen of "Nan Dou": "Think clearly, I'm from Odin Data Science Academy! What's Qi Yan? He just used his face to curry favor with the commander! He doesn't know anything at all!"
After he finished speaking, many people looked at him.
Mondrian warned: "Vantov, you are delaying the military aircraft!"
"Prayer? What kind of military aircraft can he have?" Vantov said sarcastically, "Not only me, there are many people on this command ship who have the same idea as me!"
After saying that, he lowered his head to brush the dust off his shoulders, and quickly glanced at the transmission progress bar with his eyes - there was still one-third left.
Feeling uneasy, he was a little worried that he could not stop the people in front of him and ruined his plan. He quickly said, "When the battle situation is dangerous," he looked around at the people around him, "You are not worried about this prayer with unclear origins, and suddenly you have to use 'Southern Fight'. Is there any secret that cannot be told?"
This argument lasted less than a minute.
At this moment, Qi Yan's stagnant eyes moved, looking at Fantof, and ordered in a cold voice: "Po Jun, this man is too noisy, take him away."
Po Jun's voice came from an unknown device: "Yes!"
Hearing Qi Yan's words, Fantof took a half step back defensively: "I am from the Odin Star Data Research Institute! You have no right to touch me!"
The next second, a robot came from nowhere, stopped behind Fantof on rollers, twisted his arms, and forcibly took him away from the technical department.
Like Fantof, two people from Odin wanted to step forward to help, but in the end they still didn't say anything.
Qi Yan did not hesitate for a second and stood in front of the super optical computer. While inputting a series of keys, he simply explained to Ye Pei and Mondrian beside him:
"The rebels implanted a program into the body of the starship pilot and connected it to the neural network to achieve 100% control. And these implanted programs are all controlled by the same system. Now, what we are facing on the battlefield is not tens of thousands of rebels, but this system."
Not only Ye Pei and Mondrian, but everyone who heard these words was startled, and some even looked out of the porthole.
Under the dark curtain of space, it seemed that there was a lurking monster, eager to drink human blood.
Ye Pei's voice stuttered: "Then, then Qi Yan, are you going to--" Her throat was dry, and her fingers hanging on her legs curled up. She asked fearfully, "Are you going to stop that 'system'?"
Qi Yan nodded: "Yes, I'm going to intercept it, and then crack it."
Ye Pei swore that countless people, except her, took a breath of cool air at the same time to cool down their overheated brains filled with huge amounts of information.
It is because of understanding that we know how terrible the "system" that can control the simultaneous actions of thousands of starships is, and how vast its data flow is.
And if Qi Yan, who said "intercept it, crack it", really did it, how amazing it would be?
At this moment, in Qi Yan's firm tone, no one would have any doubts.
He can really do it. He
definitely can.
Before the people around him could react, Qi Yan had already ordered Po Jun: "Connect to the communication."
Soon, several video dialogue boxes appeared on another virtual screen.
Qi Yan typed characters while saying: "I need a lot of data now, and I need your cooperation."
Du Shang spoke first: "No problem! Just tell me what you want!"
Mei Jie Lin also spoke immediately: "I will definitely cooperate with you! This battle is so fucking disgusting!"
Qi Yan nodded lightly: "I now need you to fire laser cannons at the enemy starships that have been confirmed to have abnormal reaction speeds. About a hundred rounds, and the four captains will only need twenty-five rounds each."
He ordered again Po Jun: "Monitor the special signal flow that occurs when enemy starships dodge laser cannons. Since the 'system' is in control, then when the command is sent from the core of the 'system' to the starship at the end, a signal flow will definitely be generated."
Po Jun: "Yes."
Mei Jie Lin said proudly: "Although my men's ammunition store is almost empty, we still have dozens of laser cannons!"
The fire outside the porthole had not yet extinguished, and Po Jun had already begun to report: "Abnormal data detected!"
Qi Yan: "In fifty seconds, the second laser cannon launch will be carried out, and the total will also be one hundred. Po Jun will continue to monitor. I will summarize and analyze it immediately after I have built this processing model."
The air became tense as Qi Yan gave one order after another. Ye Pei's heartbeat quickened as she watched from the side. She was also surprised by Qi Yan's words "build a processing model". She could not help but move half a step towards Mondrian. For fear of disturbing Qi Yan, she lowered her voice to an extremely low voice: "How long will it take you to build this model?"
Mondrian said in the same volume: "No, I don't know how to build it at all."
Ye Pei thought, it turns out that I'm not the only one who has no idea!
She has always known that she has a high IQ, or rather, most people in the technical department have high IQs, but at this moment, from the expressions of the people around her who are the same as hers, she can see that there is still a gap between high IQs and high IQs!
The second batch of laser cannons fired.
There were intermittent sounds coming from the video dialogue box, mostly reporting that the ammunition was about to be exhausted, the attack ship array was dispersed, and the damage rate of our starships was constantly rising.
Every time he heard a sentence vaguely, Ye Pei's fingers clenched twice.
Until Qi Yan stopped tapping: "The model structure is complete, Pojun, start data import."
Taking advantage of the two or three seconds of gap, he quickly moved his sore wrists twice.
With the rest of his eyes, he saw Ye Pei's fingers were so tight that his palms were white. He comforted him, "It'll be alright."
After that, Qi Yan pressed his fingers on the characters again.
A waterfall of data rushed through his pupils, making his eyes look cold, even with a hint of inorganic coldness, which gradually dissipated the fear in the hearts of the people around him.
At the same time, in the battle, Chagall made a nearly extreme vertical dive to avoid the laser cannons fired from three enemy ships at multiple angles, and the system immediately prompted "overload".
Before he recovered from the blackout caused by the excessive force, Chagall swallowed the blood in his throat and controlled the destroyer with muscle memory: "Senior, how much ammunition do we have left?"
Calvin forced his eyes open, his chest rising and falling, and answered hoarsely: "The high-sensitivity cannons are empty, there are eleven laser cannons, and nine missiles! But you know, eight of the nine can be used, and the other one must be kept."
Chagall certainly knew it. It was
customary in the destroyer sequence to keep the last missile for himself.
The probability of a destroyer that lost its ammunition surviving in the battle was infinitely close to zero. Instead of pinning his hopes on a slim miracle, it would be better to use the last missile and explode with the enemy ship on the opposite side.
Sometimes we can take on two enemies at once, or pull down a medium-sized ship, which is considered a profit.
Chagall tightened his jaw muscles, and was a little confused: "Is there really no way to crack the enemy's tactics?"
Calvin pondered: "The captain has changed five operational guidelines, but the effect is not very good, because our roots have been dug out. In fact, war is the same whether it is in space or on land. There must be weapons, equipment, and ammunition. We have destroyers but no ammunition, which is no different from those floating metal wreckages."
It is indeed true.
Chagall gripped the joystick tightly, but the unwillingness to admit defeat in his heart jumped up: "But the commander hasn't let us retreat yet!"
Calvin didn't understand: "What?"
"The commander won't let us sacrifice in vain! After confirming that the opponent has new and cunning means, the commander will definitely make the most correct judgment, such as using some tactics to let the majority of the troops retreat immediately to plan for the aftermath!"
Chagall remembered the battles he had seen when he was in the First Military Academy and were commanded by Lu Fenghan. In no battle did Lu Fenghan gamble with human lives for victory -
he would rather be labeled a "deserter" and be questioned by the then Leto military executives than sacrifice a life in vain.
"So," Chagall's eyes were bright, "I believe the commander must have found a way! Senior, you can't lose heart, we have to hold on until a turning point comes!"
Calvin stared at Chagall for three seconds, his lips curled, thinking that he was really getting worse and worse, his sensitivity was not even as good as that of his juniors.
Yes, didn't he know? If this battle was bound to be lost, then even if it cost the command ship, Lu Fenghan would take them away from the battlefield.
Maybe, there would really be a turning point.
"Okay," Calvin said with a smile, "then we have to live a tight life! We still have 20 rounds of ammunition in reserve. If this doesn't last until a turnaround comes, it would be a shame for the expeditionary army's tradition of frugality!"
Chagall also smiled: "Frugality is a virtue!"
After saying that, he even took the time to high-five Calvin.
The two of them swept away the decadence, looked resolute, and merged into the torrent again.
Technical Department.
A total of six batches of laser cannons have been fired.
Qi Yan stood straight, trying three things at once. He continuously input data, perfected the model structure, and simply described his thoughts: "The speed of signal transmission is hundreds of thousands of meters per second, and the time required is even shorter. People really can't compare with it. But when people can sort out a thin 'line' from the chaotic signal stream, they can--"
Ye Pei blurted out: "Cut it with one knife!"
Qi Yan nodded, his eyes focused: "Yes, cut this 'line' with one knife."
In the attack ship, Chagall used another almost extreme side flip. As his eyes went dark, he felt that his internal organs were about to be squeezed and deformed by the huge force field, and he coughed twice.
Calvin frowned: "It seems that this enemy ship will not stop until it eats us up."
They just used mobile jump to make a rebel starship hit a floating meteorite and explode on the spot, but they didn't expect to be targeted again in the blink of an eye.
Chagall closed his eyes and opened them again: "There is nothing useful nearby, just bomb it directly?"
Calvin voted in favor: "Okay, try to hit it with one shot, we can't afford to waste it, I will control the destroyer, give you an angle, you fire, if you miss, we turn around and run!"
"Okay!"
The destroyer turned 180 degrees in space like a peregrine falcon, then sank, raised the muzzle obliquely, and a laser cannon left a dazzling white shadow, and quickly bombarded the enemy ship.
Chagall was ready to turn around and run, but the next second, he said in disbelief: "Hit...Hit? Impossible!"
My skills are definitely not that good!
After a moment of shock, he immediately reacted: "Senior...look!" He almost lost his voice at the end.
The enemy starships that were like venomous snakes and could not be shaken off a second ago now floated in space without direction like kites without strings. Looking
far ahead, a large number of enemy ships suddenly stopped, as if a pair of hands had pressed the stop button, and a crisp "click" sound seemed to ring in people's ears!
Chagall took a long time to find his voice: "What... happened?"
In the floating rebel starship, the person in the cockpit had lifeless eyes and lowered his head, revealing the emblem tattooed on the back of his neck - it is said that this will be favored by God.
In the middle of the emblem, a square chip-like device was embedded, flashing red light.
The pilot still had his hands on the joystick, but because of countless operations that exceeded the physiological limits of human beings, blood was flowing out of his facial features, winding into lines, his face was swollen and purple, and every visible blood vessel was bulging and bulging, as if it would burst in the next second.
In the technical department of the command ship, Po Jun said in a clear voice: "We have intercepted the signal transmission of a total of 49 enemy destroyers! The above enemy ships have been confirmed to have lost their combat effectiveness!"
Qi Yan was not excited, and only said "um" faintly: "Continue to analyze the transmission path of the special signal flow, I want to follow this 'road' and enter the interior of the 'system'."
Po Jun: "Yes!"
The surroundings were extremely quiet, and there was almost only the sound of Qi Yan and Po Jun talking.
Ye Pei felt it was unreal: "Is it really...intercepted?"
"Yes," Mondrian looked at the star map that Po Jun lit up, "The enemy ships whose signals were intercepted have been destroyed by us in the last few seconds, which means that all their light spots are out!"
When he said this, he was still a little uncertain, thinking it was an illusion or a dream. But his eyes fell on Qi Yan's thin and slender profile, and he immediately felt that everything became real.
Ye Pei took a few breaths: "So now...Qi Yan is preparing to attack the core of that 'system'?"
Mondrian's voice was very light, repeating what Qi Yan had said before: "Intercept it, and then crack it."
They seemed to have witnessed a miracle.
"Yes, intercept it, crack it!" Ye Pei's eyes sparkled, and he gradually came back to his senses, and then regretted, "I really should let that Fantof come and see, relying on his face to curry favor with the commander? He knows nothing? He is the one who knows nothing!"
In the corner, two people who came from Odin like Fantof looked at Qiyan standing in front of the super optical computer with shocked expressions.
They also came from Odin, and they always had a sense of superiority that looked down on everyone. They also supported Fantof's words and helped spread a lot of "news" about Qiyan. They looked down on this person who relied on his face to get to the top.
One of them widened his eyes and moved his lips: "Didn't he get special treatment by currying favor with the commander? A vase... Impossible... He didn't even finish Turan's second-year class! Impossible!"
And Qi Yan is just 20 years old, and they are already a full generation older than Qi Yan!
At this time, Po Jun spoke: "Chief, the rebel's 'envoy' requested a call, do you agree to connect?"
Ye Pei and Mondrian were both confused for a moment.
The rebel's envoy, that is, the rebel's cutting-edge scientific research personnel, requested a call?
And, why did Po Jun call Qi Yan "Chief"?
Is it a title of a certain position?
Qi Yan thought for two seconds and replied: "Connect, hide the screen, change the voice."
He wanted to see who was the person who could make the "system".
Po Jun: "Okay."
A few seconds later, a virtual screen lit up in the air, and a middle-aged man with medium-length hair and a white robe appeared in front of everyone.
His eyes were a little crazy, and the wings of his hooked nose were flaring, and he was emotional: "You are Y! It must be... So you are on the expeditionary command ship! Except for Y, there is no other person in the world who can break the system I designed in such a short time!"
His voice was hoarse and harsh, like an iron saw cutting through steel.
But at this moment, no one noticed this.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the young man in front of the super optical computer.
In the corner, the two people from Odin had blank expressions. One of them murmured, "Y? Y, the number one on the blacklist? How is it possible? How can Y be only 20 years old? How can Y be him!"
He turned to the person next to him and read the same shock from the other person's expression.
But just like the "messenger" of the rebels said, who else in the world can achieve this in such a short time except Y?
In the video, the messenger in white robes seemed to have suffered a huge shock. He was already a little abnormal and his sanity was about to fall. After he muttered for a long time, he suddenly raised his voice, his eyes were wild, as if he had grasped the last straw:
"The system I made cannot be blocked! It is even more impossible to be cracked! It is absolutely impossible! This is God's gift! This is God's wisdom! So what if you are Y? This is God's domain!"
"God's domain?" Qi Yan stopped typing the characters, his face was pale because of fatigue. Across countless starships and continuous artillery fire, stars and floating dust, he replied lightly,
"Then I will be on par with gods as a human being."