Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Damn...”

Every word in the forum, like a hot steel nail, stabbed Meng Lichuan's eyes, pierced her chest and burned her palms.

She does not necessarily stand at the height of strategy and firmly believes in such principles as "cold lips”.

It was simply natural stubbornness that made her unbearable to fail - especially in the first important strategic premiere she participated in on behalf of the Moon Demon Team.

“Didi! ”

Cooling time is up, she can join the squad again.

Take a deep breath, condense the mind and soul, Meng Lichuan sinks into the nerve interaction fluid again, but her closed eyes see a series of colorful data streams, and she enters the strategic deduction again.

This time, she played the role of Senior Staff Officer in support of the fleet, or was responsible for transporting fuel, ammunition and the shuttle to where it was most needed on the front line and, if possible, dragging the damaged starship back with the wounded, carrying out emergency repairs within the large maintenance fortress behind it and restoring at least 35% of its combat power.

In an instant, a flood of data, a vortex of information, meteor storms of formulas, graphs and curves, splitting her head and hitting her head.

In this expert-level strategic deduction, you can hardly see the scenes where the average audience enjoys "starships line up against each other, space shuttles and crystal armored squadrons stagger blood battles, giant god soldiers rip open their bellies, destroy their decay," war is greatly simplified or restored to its original face - countless cold data changes, each data represents a starship or tens of thousands of lives, the data disappear more insignificantly than the pieces disappear, and Meng Lichuan must be as harsh as possible, without thinking about what these numbers or chess mean, and send them as precisely as possible to where "they should die".

This is not an easy task.

She is under even more pressure than a real Starfleet staff officer and commander.

Because in a real Star Wars, she would never be allowed to hold so much data alone, and dispatch so many starships, there would be so many staff officers, captains and commanders at all levels to help her share the pressure, all she had to do was be a simple screwdriver.

Here, Meng Lichuan had to process hundreds of pieces of information per second to accurately distribute the last of the few items in the Federation Army to the most needed front.

It's good to have data to process. More often, when the enemy initiates high-intensity psychomagnetic interference and cuts off all her data sources, she's like a blind person running around on a cliff, and can only decide on the delivery of materials by “intuition”, “talent” and a little “luck”.

In just half an hour, Meng Lichuan's brain once again broke through the limits of fatigue and reached the edge of collapse, under the double impact of overburden calculations and flood beastly mental stress.

Trance, she had lost track of whether she was making a virtual strategic deduction or was truly in a cruel battlefield, watching her fleet fall into the abyss of destruction.

That line of boring data and an intricate set of graphs all turned into a living illusion.

Meng Lichuan seemed to see countless Federation starships burning on the edge of the extreme sky, turning into a screaming butterfly.

As if to see the dark sky torn apart by a bloody wound, more, faster, fiercer Alliance starships crossed the wormhole and landed on top of their heads.

Under the disturbance of star radiation, the invisible light waves emitted by the guns of both ships emitted a glorious and horrific glow, interleaved, twisted, intertwined and entangled, like the sudden appearance of countless speckled and raging serpents in the star sea, biting each other and devouring each other.

The serpent, representing the Federation, was irrepressibly swallowed up by the serpent, representing the Alliance.

“No, never! ”

Meng Lichuan bites his teeth, somehow the power burst out, the computational power instantly improves fivefold, every supply ship under her is like her nerve end, by her precision, just in place.

On this front for which she is responsible, the strength of the Federation's firepower output instantly doubled, destroying countless Allied starships in glorious flames, and a number of senior team members gave her a "Appreciation” look on the communication channel to her new recruit.

Unfortunately, in the spectacular confrontation of nearly a million starships, the strength of the individual is small. No matter how brave Meng Lichuan's front is, it will not be able to reverse the decadence of dozens of other fronts.

Besides, it's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice. When Meng Lichuan ran out of the last batch of supplies and all her supply ships turned into empty iron cans, she couldn't do anything about it!

“Lichuan, your brainwave is not right. Quick, exit the strategic deduction! ”

Invisible, Meng Lichuan heard a voice calling anxiously in his ear.

“Damn, damn, damn, how can we lose, this deduction is a mess, mess! ”

Meng Lichuan killed the red eye, ignored the warning sound in his ear, and glanced through the confused data, shooting at the non-existent Allied fleet.

“Lichuan, you're about to go out of your way. Quick! Quick! ”

The voice continued to scream.

What Meng Lichuan heard in his ears were the sighs of cynicism, ridicule, screaming and frustration in the forum.

“Bullshit, we're not gonna lose, I'm not gonna just admit it! ”

Meng Lichuan bites his teeth, and every brain cell boils, burns, and explodes.

“Force exit, force exit! ”

The sound screams in your ears.

Meng Lichuan's data jumped in front of her, indicating that one of the Allied fleets discovered her small supply fleet.

The acceleration and steering flexibility of the other ship was much higher than that of her carrier, and she had nowhere to go.

Meng Lichuan snorted coldly, without hesitation, and the manipulated supply ship came out of a front-facing formation - but because of the director's group's setup, her fleet's "morale” and “command" fell to the bottom of the valley, making it difficult to even “burn the jade stone" posture.

Therefore, she was not ready to “die generously”, the enemy rushed into her fleet like a hungry tiger ram, the number in front of Meng Lichuan turned into a shining meteor, the meteor converged into a bleak white light, completely smothered her soul, she didn't even finish the last swear words, simply fainted.

……

Meng Lichuan slept the heaviest sleep of his life.

He had the most horrible, most ridiculous nightmares.

The vast majority of nightmares were related to Star Wars, and she was like stuck in a sticky swamp filled with grease, and then the grease was lit, and she watched herself and her companions' heads burn.

This nightmare was repeated several times before Meng Lichuan opened his scarlet eyes and glanced at the ceiling for half a day to make sure he woke up.

But she still had a cracking headache, as if someone had split her head open and stuffed it into a starship.

The smell of disinfectant water floating in the air, along with the “DiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDiDi"

It should have been a long time before she thought hard about what she was doing.

“Race, I'm racing! ”

Meng Lichuan sat tight in his heart and felt the sky spinning. The starship in his head fired hard, smashing her back again, whilst his ears were ringing and his eyes glazed at Venus.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing? You want to lie down for another three days and three nights! ”

A rolling circle, looking at some "hazy" face, appeared above the medical cabin and looked at her with a smile.

“Sister Peach! ”

Meng Lichuan blushed, some shyly shouted.

The name of "Peach Sister" is Kang Bai Peach. She is an old qualified front-line member of the "Moon Demon Team". She is also a senior who brought Meng Lichuan into the door with her hand. According to the rules of the cultivation world, even if she is her "guide", the two people are naturally very close.

“My head hurts. What's wrong with me, Sister Peach? ”

Meng Lichuan pressed the temple and took a few deep breaths, “Game, we're still in the game, how did you get out? ”

“There's bad news and good news. ”

"The bad news is that you've been lying in the hospital for three days and three nights," said Jiangbai Peach, laughing. "The bad news is that, despite all the excitement and computational power, you almost burst your cerebrovascular system.

“The good news is that 'risky' fire into the demon means no fire into the demon, instead of leaving a little sequelae, and you ‘breakthrough', without even realizing it yourself, have risen several levels! Of course, the specific brain condition needs to be tested in a series of tests before you know it. When you have it, talk about it slowly!

“In short, three days ago your performance was‘ astonishing '. Now the whole strategic projection center knows that there is a little girl like you. Not only did a lot of strong people in the Dark Moon Foundation pull your details, but Friction Fist wants to focus on cultivating you. Even the military, Yiushi Group and all the major factions are interested in you. They think you have endless potential. They want to dig you up. Hey, hey, you won't leave the‘ Peach Sister 'so good to you, will you? ”

“Ah…”

Meng Lichuan was a little embarrassed and her cheeks were slightly reddish.

Put it in the past, the good news is enough to make her jump three feet high and sing and dance.

However, after such a terrible Star Sea war, she suddenly didn't care so much about the heights and weaknesses of her personal situation.

“Competition - is it over? ”

Meng Lichuan saw the wind and light clouds of Kang Bai Peach and smiled. A faint slight light appeared in his heart. “Did we finally close our heads, miracle reversed, actually - win? ”

“Reverse the ghost, the whole army is out of food, how can you win? Of course, you lose, you lose, you lose, you lose, you lose, you lose, you lose our Moon Demon Squad and the Blood Shadow Squad across the street. It's the biggest loss in over a decade. Alas, what a disgrace! ”

Gingerbread peaches are quite simply said.

“Hey?”

Meng Lichuan was confused and muttered, “If we lost, we actually lost. Then, why did Sister Peach feel so relaxed and even happy? ”

“Happy?”

Jiang Bai Peach rubbed his fat face and smiled hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip. ”

“Alas, what's the use of waking me up, we lost after all, must have scolded us in the forum now, right? ”

Meng Lichuan depressed, “There is also a poll, how many people left to support ‘troop up now'? 20%? 10%? You don't even have five percent left? ”

“Uh, this...”

Kang Bai Peach's expression suddenly became strange, and he coughed dry, "The comprehensive poll of the three authoritative forums now shows that 68% of those who support 'Immediate Deployment' and 17% are uncertain, that only 15% of those who believe that it should be 'in the long run, think twice' are left, and that the proportion of those who support 'Immediate Deployment’ is increasing over time. ”

“What?”

Meng Lichuan glanced at her and sat up straight again. She went straight and smashed back. She couldn't help feeling dizzy, but she screamed, “Are you kidding me? How could this happen! ”