pjbooks Chapter 520 The Peak!
Chapter 520 The Peak!
"Good night."
"Good night."
Zhang Yan put the empty cup into the sink and turned off the living room lights.
In the darkness, he could hear Nie Qingcheng walk into the bedroom, close the door, and lie down.
It's very light, and very familiar.
He walked to the study door and pushed it open a crack.
It was very dark inside, with only the computer screen's standby light casting a small blue glow on the desktop.
He glanced at it from the doorway, then turned and went back into the bedroom.
As he lay down, Nie Qingcheng's foot stretched out and touched his calf.
It's cold.
He reached out and gathered her feet together, holding them in his hands.
"Zhang Yan." Nie Qingcheng's voice was soft, tinged with sleepiness.
"Um."
"The password to that USB drive is your birthday. It's six digits."
Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment.
His birthday... he himself has almost forgotten it.
The orphan didn't have a birthday, so when they entered the system later, they just filled in a random date.
Six digits, a very simple combination.
"I understand," he said.
Nie Qingcheng stopped speaking, and her breathing gradually became calm.
Zhang Yan held her foot until her body temperature warmed his palm.
Close your eyes.
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The next morning at nine o'clock, in the laboratory.
The complete data packets of the twelve new energy entities sent by Qin Xiao have been deciphered.
Zhang Yan projected the data onto the large screen.
Guan Xing stood to the side, holding a printed analysis report in his hand.
"The outer shell is spindle-shaped, with a total length of 47 meters and a maximum diameter of 11 meters," Guan Xing said, pointing to the 3D model on the screen.
"It's 30 percent longer than the black race we encountered in the Ruins before, but its diameter has shrunk by 40 percent."
"The streamlined design enhances mobility and reduces the frontal impact area."
"The energy level is on average 1.8 times that of the Black race, and can reach 2.3 times at its peak."
Qin Xiao's voice came through the communicator. He was in Qin Changfeng's office.
"The scanning frequency bands are denser."
"Black people used to use conventional Doppler scans, but now they've switched."
"The frequency jumps very quickly, making it almost impossible to predict which frequency band will be used in the next scan, which makes interference troublesome."
"It's alright," Zhang Yan said. "Mo Bing's perception interference group has been reprogrammed."
"No matter how fast the frequency bands jump, they can't escape the communication protocol of the ancient Mohist technology. As long as you grasp a frequency band, you can lock its scanning pattern."
He moved the data to the next page.
The twelve points of light are arranged in a loose straight line in the solar system model on the screen.
It is moving inward from the outer edge of Neptune's orbit.
Its speed is constant, traveling at approximately 1.2 million kilometers per hour. At this speed, it will reach Jupiter's orbit in seven days.
"The interception point is set on the dark side of Jupiter." Zhang Yan circled an area on the model.
"Jupiter's gravitational field would interfere with their ability to change orbits."
"Especially during high-speed maneuvers, the gravitational gradient can cause predictable deviations in their trajectories."
"The Ink Soldier Array was positioned in advance at the edges of Jupiter's four Roche lobes, ready to launch a surprise attack as soon as they entered the gravitational influence range."
"What about the specific groupings?" Qin Xiao asked.
Zhang Yan brought up the tactical grouping interface.
One hundred and eight ink soldiers were divided into three large groups of thirty-six soldiers each, and each large group was further divided into three smaller teams of twelve soldiers each.
"Melee assault team, 36 units. Equipped with physical dismantling arms and high-frequency vibration knives."
"The task is to tear open the outer shell and cut through the internal structure."
"Long-range suppression group, thirty-six units. Equipped with energy cannons and particle beam launchers."
"The task is to widen the wound from the outside after the outer shell is torn open, ensuring that the internal structure is fully exposed."
"Sensing and jamming group, 36 units. Equipped with full-band jammers and signal camouflage modules."
"The mission is to shield them from communication with the mother and to disguise themselves as their internal communication signals, sending out pain and distress signals."
Guan Xing added, "The order of disassembly needs to be designed. You can't disassemble all twelve at once, otherwise the emotional stimulation will be too scattered."
"It should be done in three batches, four in each batch."
"Remove the first four first, so that the mother body experiences the initial loss. Rest for ten to fifteen minutes, then remove the second batch."
"Then take a break, and then dismantle the third batch. This way, the emotions will build up."
"How should the rest intervals be determined?" Qin Xiao asked.
"Based on historical data from Guixu," Zhang Yan said.
"The emotional response of collective consciousness to loss of similar individuals exhibits a decay curve."
"After the first loss, the anger level will peak within two minutes and then begin to decline."
"If a second loss occurs when the value has decreased to 70%, the anger value will be stacked, and the peak value will be 40% higher than the first one."
"If the third loss occurs at a shorter interval, the peak value could be 60 percent higher."
"So we need to control the intervals, so that the anger level is like ocean waves, one wave higher than the next."
Stargazing is performed on a tablet.
"The first batch of four black specimens is expected to take 15 to 20 minutes to dismantle, with a 10-minute interval between each dismantling."
"The second batch of disassembly may be shortened to twelve to fifteen minutes because the outer shell defenses will be specifically breached, with an eight-minute interval."
"The third batch of dismantling will take eight to ten minutes."
"This process takes about an hour and a half in total, and the anger level reaches its theoretical peak when the third batch of dismantling is completed."
"How long can the peak last?" Qin Xiao asked.
"Based on historical data, if the anger level reaches more than 90% of the theoretical peak, the time it takes for the core node to rise may exceed 20 seconds," said Guan Xing.
"But this is speculation. The actual situation depends on the mother body's energy state and decision-making priorities at the time."
Zhang Yan nodded.
"Therefore, on-site assessment is required."
"The moment the node floats up, I will capture the signal through the perception module of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart."
"Once ascent is confirmed, immediately switch to the level of consciousness."
"Once you enter the consciousness level, who will command the physical battlefield?" Qin Xiao asked.
Zhang Yan looked at the tactical model on the screen.
"The Ink Soldier Array has an autonomous combat protocol. Once I set the program, they will continue to execute according to the preset tactics."
"But the disassembly speed may be slower because I won't be able to perform real-time micro-management."
"I'll handle the micro-management," Qin Xiao said.
"Give me level two control over the Ink Soldier. I'll command from the rear, and you focus on the consciousness level."
Zhang Yan thought about it.
"Yes, but you can only control the melee and ranged groups."
"I must control the perception interference group because it involves communication spoofing protocols, and only I can synchronize with the Heart of the Sky in real time."
"Okay," Qin Xiao agreed readily.
"Give me two hours, I need to study the control interface of the Ink Soldier."
The deployment discussion continued until noon.
Nie Qingcheng did not participate. She sat on a chair in the corner of the laboratory, holding a paper book in her hand, occasionally turning a page.
After Zhang Yan, Qin Xiao, and Guan Xing finalized all the details and the communication was cut off, she closed the book and stood up.