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A heavy armored train with military license plates sounded its whistle, rolled over specially designed tracks, and drove directly into the unloading area of ​​the Future Heavy Industry Science and Technology Park.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of two months, the state apparatus of Great Xia was fully operational.

Ji Yanran never went to the bank again. The military's logistics department took over all material procurement. Every day, hundreds or even thousands of tons of special and scarce ores and high-precision components were dumped into the park like free sand.

Outside the No. 2 assembly workshop, the second Xuanwu ship spewed out a nuclear fireball from its stern, violently tearing through the clouds and heading straight for Lingshen Star.

On the same day, on the far side of the moon, the first Xuanwu spacecraft returned from Lingshen and finally crashed smoothly into a crater, unloading hundreds of thousands of tons of ore from its cargo hold.

In the stratosphere, the second 120,000-ton space carrier activated its optical camouflage, forming a double-satellite escort with the first ship.

Li Yichen stood in the command hall, looking at the dual-ship formation on the holographic star map.

The warships can't be entirely entrusted to Ling'er's management. In the real interstellar meat grinder, the AI's underlying logic is easily locked down by high-dimensional electronic warfare. Human commanders with flesh and blood are needed to fill the gaps.

He spent half a month creating ten "virtual neural infiltration capsules" using brain-computer interface technology.

Its outer shell is jet black, and its shape resembles an enlarged hibernation pod.

The shipment was transported overnight by military vehicles into the underground air-raid shelter of the Shanghai Military Region.

Upon receiving the news, Xiao Jingshan personally led a team to inspect the goods. After hearing Li Yichen say it was an "interstellar fleet piloting simulator," the old general immediately consulted He Zhenchuan, who then personally issued a direct order to the five war zones.

Hellish selection process.

They forcibly extracted three hundred top-notch soldiers and crammed them all into this underground base where the sun never shines.

The air-raid shelter has been transformed into a "hardcore internet cafe".

Ten infiltration capsules were lined up in a row. Three hundred people worked in shifts, around the clock.

The piercing sound of electronic alarms echoed in the air-raid shelter.

"Section Three, plane crashed, all passengers and crew dead!"

"Cabion number seven, power overload, declared dead!"

The hatch popped open. Several muscular men ripped off their nerve patches and crawled out. They were all pale and nauseous.

Wang Meng clung to the edge of the cabin door, panting heavily. He had a buzz cut and a long scar across his right cheek. A top-tier pilot from the Western Theater Command, he had flown over all of Great Xia's elite fighter jets.

Now, he stared at the black helmet in front of him, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What kind of mess is this?" Wang Meng slammed his fist on the alloy bulkhead. "They locked three hundred of us underground, made us sign confidentiality agreements that could cost us our lives, and now they're making us lie in coffins playing interstellar games every day?"

Several other soldiers who had just come down from the bar echoed his sentiments.

"The AI ​​in that game is completely illogical! A 60-degree acute-angle maneuver? That G-force could crush a person's internal organs into a pulp!"

"And that so-called anti-gravity engine, its thrust curve is completely messed up, isn't that ridiculous?"

Soldiers consider obeying orders their duty, and no one dares to disobey orders openly, but the pent-up anger underneath is about to tear the roof off the air-raid shelter.

Li Yichen, wearing a loose gray hoodie and carrying a can of iced cola, strolled into the air-raid shelter.

He was acting as a temporary network administrator and also took the opportunity to check on the quality of this batch of seeds.

Just as I approached cabin number three, I overheard Wang Meng complaining.

Li Yichen pulled the tab on the Coke, the sound of bubbles jarring in the noisy air-raid shelter.

"You fired the rudder to the left half a second too early during that meteorite incursion," Li Yichen said, taking a swig of cola. "It caused you to lose your balance and sell your side armor directly to the enemy AI's main gun. You died a pretty unjust death."

Wang Meng turned his head and looked Li Yichen up and down.

There's no such person in the military region. He wasn't wearing a uniform, was excessively young, and yet Commander Xiao had instructed that in this underground base, this kid had more authority than the heavens.

Wang Meng was already angry, and being given pointers by an amateur only fueled his rage.

"Coach Li," Wang Meng straightened up, half a head taller than Li Yichen, "all talk and no action is useless. Do you understand tactical infiltration? Do you understand overload limits? The parameters in this crappy simulator are completely contrary to aerodynamics!"

He pointed to the empty cabin next to him: "If you're so capable, let's have a one-on-one duel on the plane. If you can beat me in this ridiculous setup, I, Wang Meng, will avoid you from now on!"

The surrounding elite soldiers all stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

Xiao Jingshan had just come out of the control room when he saw this situation and was about to reprimand them when Li Yichen raised his hand to stop him.

"Sure." Li Yichen placed the can of cola on the control panel. "One-on-one."

He stepped into cabin number four, lay down, and casually fastened his neural connection helmet.

Wang Meng snorted coldly and crawled back into cabin number three.

The home screen lights up.

Two shuttle-shaped fighter jets refreshed in the virtual starry sea.

Wang Meng selected the normal maneuver mode, gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, and stared at the radar panel.

Li Yichen did not touch the control lever.

He directly accessed the backend panel and unlocked the permissions.

"Ling'er, load all the real physical parameters of Xuan Niao-01," Li Yichen ordered.

"Received, bro. Parameter overwrite complete."

The countdown has ended.

Wang Meng pushed the throttle valve to its maximum, and the fighter jet surged forward, trailing a plume of exhaust flame, preparing to seize the high ground.

He couldn't even catch a glimpse of Li Yichen.

On the radar screen, the dot representing Li Yichen accelerated from zero to Mach 20 with a maniacal speed.

There was no buffer.

Mach 20!

Wang Meng's naked eye only caught a fleeting afterimage.

The next second, his fighter jet's alarm went off.

"Locked! Locked!"

Li Yichen's fighter jet, at a top speed of Mach 20, managed to pull out a 90-degree right-angle turn.

Ignore inertia, ignore overload.

The laser array beneath the fuselage flipped silently.

A beam of deep blue light pierced through the sea of ​​stars.

Wang Meng's screen went completely black. The four large red characters "Machine Destroyed, Crew Killed" appeared in the center.

Battle duration: 3.2 seconds.

He didn't even have time to touch the ejection pod button.

The third hatch popped open.

Wang Meng pulled off his helmet, braced himself on the edge with both hands, and gasped for breath, his training uniform soaked with sweat.

He stared intently at the replay on the main screen, unable to process what was happening.

"What the hell is that thing? A Mach 20 right-angle turn? The pilot would be a pulp by now!" Wang Meng's voice cracked.

Li Yichen climbed out of cabin number four, picked up the can of cola, and took a sip.

"If we were really in space, you would have died a thousand times over by now." Li Yichen patted Wang Meng on the shoulder. "Go and memorize more dynamics formulas. Newton can't control anti-gravity engines."

The three hundred elite soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

Xiao Jingshan strode over, his military boots making a dull sound as they stomped on the alloy floor.

He glanced at the group of unruly elite soldiers, his face turning ashen.

"Feeling wronged? Feeling like you're playing a video game?" Xiao Jingshan pointed at the infiltration pods, his voice booming, "Let me tell you! Every single piece of data, every single parameter on these is the actual interstellar equipment parameter for the future of Great Xia!"

You could hear a pin drop in the air-raid shelter.

"Mach 20 speed! Fully enclosed anti-G cabin! Full-band stealth!" Xiao Jingshan declared emphatically. "That model you were just utterly humiliated, the real one is hovering in the stratosphere right above us!"

Wang Meng's legs went weak, and he took half a step back and leaned against the cabin wall.

He glanced at the simulator, then turned to look at Li Yichen, his resentment completely gone.

The actual parameters?

Has the Great Xia already created such a monster that can travel at Mach 20 in space?

The breathing rhythm of the three hundred soldiers was completely disrupted.

They are soldiers, and their sense of cutting-edge weaponry is sharper than anyone else's.

Once you accept this premise, all those seemingly absurd overloads and thrusts suddenly become a devastating blow capable of crushing the entire world.

A raging fire was lit inside the air-raid shelter.

Wang Meng stood up straight, his feet together.

"Snapped!"

A perfectly standard military salute was thrown at Li Yichen.

The three hundred elite soldiers moved in perfect unison, the sound of their boots coming together forming a muffled thunderclap.

Li Yichen crushed the empty Coke can and threw it into the trash can.

He met the three hundred pairs of burning red eyes and pointed to the infiltration cabin.

"Keep practicing." Li Yichen's voice wasn't loud, but it suppressed everyone's breathing. "Whoever can last ten minutes against the AI ​​will be qualified to go up in the sky and touch the real machine."

Without saying a word, Wang Meng turned around and crawled into cabin number three, ripped off a nerve patch and pressed it onto his temple.

"Close all hatches!" Xiao Jingshan roared. "Begin a new round of confrontation!"