Simulation is ultimately just simulation; it's impossible to create something out of nothing, and it's also impossible to cause any damage to a person's physical body. However, the brain and nervous system directly connected to the simulation system may not be so certain.

The human psyche is sometimes a very fragile thing, and any slight physiological damage can leave an indelible shadow that lasts a lifetime.

This is why the simulation system needs to add an "injury threshold" to limit the maximum damage value.

After hearing Yesi's words, Fu Luo had no particular reaction and only silently canceled the injury threshold amidst the system's repeated warnings.

It wasn't until the simulation cabin door was locked that she finally couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Canceling the injury threshold is illegal."

After saying that, it was as if some kind of compulsive disorder had been alleviated, and she felt relieved.

Fu Luo opened the battle system, selected a random warship, and before she could figure out which random warship it was, she immediately set up the aiming scope, ready to give the honorable Mr. Yesi a nice opening shot.

But the next moment, she was stunned.

She didn't know if the simulation system of the Second Department had added some special program mechanisms. After the injury threshold was canceled, the entire simulation field suddenly crossed over.

The retro control panel and the feeling of weightlessness allowed Fu Luo to immediately recognize her "mount" - Guardian No. 3!

It is said that this was the world's first small warship capable of launching space nuclear missiles. The fuselage came from the United States, the power system came from Russia, and the guidance system was a genuine domestic product. Its symbolic significance of Earth's unity was greater than its practical significance. Now, this gentleman has long since passed away, leaving only a pile of scrap that needs to be repaired every year. That pile of scrap metal is standing in a glass case in the Capital Military Museum...

Fu Luo had even taken a photo with it!

Looking at this cramped and dark cockpit, looking at this simple aiming scope...

Floating Fu Luo made a standard breaststroke gesture, stretched out her arms to hook the seat with one foot, pulled down the seat belt, and fixed herself in place, truly experiencing what it means to "return to the days before liberation".

Fu Luo adjusted the ancient aiming device a few times, trying to identify a blurry figure from it, temporarily unable to distinguish whether it was a fly or a mosquito.

It wasn't until she had identified the enemy ship with a telescope that the Guardian No. 3's nearsighted and astigmatic aiming device belatedly sounded the alarm.

As Mr. Yesi entered the system, Fu Luo inexplicably became nervous.

But soon, she discovered something that made her very gratified. The other party's equipment was even more miserable than hers.

It was another type of small warship, fast speed, not very powerful firepower, usually modified, unorthodox, uniformly referred to by the military with a contemptuous tone as a "yacht".

It was the darling of early space exiles or space pirates.

Space equipment is always a big competition of financial resources. Under normal circumstances, the "yachts" of these wanderers are all struggling at the poverty line level.

Fu Luo's mind turned, recalling this battle.

The opponent's "yacht" was the opponent that Guardian No. 3 had defeated in its first battle. She remembered that according to historical records, apart from its speed being really fast, all other functions of that yacht were shoddy. In the end, it was beaten to a pulp by Guardian No. 3 and fled the solar system.

That battle was neither evenly matched nor exciting, basically a tycoon bullying a long-term worker, not classic at all. Even in textbooks, it was only briefly mentioned in a few words, highlighting the brilliance and valor of Guardian No. 3.

But Fu Luo had seen a detailed description of this very obscure battle case in Ye Wenlin's notes. Ye Wenlin obviously didn't pay much attention to it either, casually including it without writing a single comment. But Fu Luo had a deep impression of it, because at that time, the pilot of Guardian No. 3 handled it very steadily, not at all careless because of the superiority of the equipment. This left a deep impression on Fu Luo. With a little recollection, the whole story was in her mind.

Although she didn't deliberately want to be lazy, standing on the shoulders of giants still had some advantages.

In the eyes of later generations, the "yacht" deliberately pursued speed, and its defense was just scrap. Its defenses were so flimsy that even the shrapnel from a nearby explosion could destroy it. When it ran, it was especially "thieving". It was fast, but when the speed reached a certain level, it was easy to get out of control. Therefore, the outstanding attack performance of Guardian No. 3 compared to its contemporaries was specially designed to overcome it.

Fu Luo manually operated the aiming scope, constantly adjusting the position according to the voice information. She was not aiming at the yacht, but at a space floating object not far from the yacht - this was what the real Guardian No. 3 did back then. Predicting the trajectory of the yacht was not easy. Rather than chasing after it and shooting, it was better to take advantage of the yacht's "fragile" characteristics and artificially create a space bomb group to envelop it within the sniping range.

The first missile was launched -

At this time, a shocking thing happened. The missile missed!

While Fu Luo was still clumsily wrestling with the aiming scope, the yacht swept past her line of sight at an unimaginable speed, like a meteor. The extended mechanical arm accurately and firmly grasped the space floating object and fixed it in a slide groove under the cabin.

The solar panels that flew up from the yacht were like two huge wings. The slick unorthodox ship, in that instant, was like a snake that had straightened its body.

It seemed Yesi had done just as much research as she had, and he had been guarding against this move from the start.

Then there was only violent crushing left.

Fu Luo did not hesitate and fired two more missiles in succession to block the yacht's front and rear escape routes.

However, the unexpected happened again. The space floating object hanging under the yacht swayed left and right on the slide groove, and the trajectory deviated significantly from the expected path of Guardian No. 3's aiming scope.

It missed.

Fu Luo immediately realized that this was a problem with early warships. The system was not intelligent enough.

Unable to predict meant unable to aim, and unable to aim remotely, the missile advantage of Guardian No. 3 disappeared. If it were a real battle, Fu Luo would definitely hold her position. However, in the simulator, a stalemate was not an option because the system wouldn't allow someone to stay in the simulation pod until the next year. In each simulated battle, the system calculated the remaining time based on factors such as the warship's volume, mass, and energy consumption, just like the timers for both sides in a game of Go.

The yacht had a smaller volume, lighter mass, and lower energy consumption, which obviously gave it more time than her. As a result, Fu Luo was forced to pursue.

Without the initiative and advantage, Fu Luo knew she had already lost the first round.

The yacht swayed east and west in space in a nonchalant manner, yet its speed was not affected much. It was like a white ghost floating in the night sky.

Fu Luo followed behind, constantly adjusting her sights, but not daring to act rashly again. After all, the Guardian No. 3 was also an old-fashioned small warship, carrying only five missiles. She had already used up three of them, and if she used them all up, she would be completely out of action.

At the same time, Fu Luo keenly discovered that after removing more than half of the heavy weapons, there was a subtle deviation angle between the actual path and the system path of the entire small warship.

This was... not good.

Fortunately, Fu Luo was very patient. She didn't get too close to the yacht, but followed at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, always staying outside the range of the other party's high-energy cannon, while looking for opportunities and trying to adapt and adjust the deviation angle of the warship itself.

She was extremely patient, like a natural-born hunter. Even after spending more than half an hour, she remained calm and unhurried—it should be noted that the entire battle given to her by the system was only about fifty minutes.

No matter what others thought, Yesi in the yacht was shocked.

Whether it was the yacht or the old-fashioned Guardian No. 3, his familiarity was much more profound than Fu Luo's armchair strategizing. From the beginning, Yesi had predicted what strategy Fu Luo would adopt. Both the first step of lifting space floats and using the mechanical arm to adjust the flight trajectory were part of his plan.

Yesi was prepared. As soon as Fu Luo approached the range, he would turn around and give her a shot of high-energy cannon to directly shoot her down.

The deviation angle caused by the change in mass in the old-fashioned warships in the early years required experience to adjust, and there were no shortcuts other than that—for example, the thing that Fu Luo had been trying to figure out for a long time but couldn't get right, Yesi could actually simulate it in his mind with his eyes closed. He knew that this young lady was not up to the task.

However, this girl, who seemed to be as expressionless as a mask, once again exceeded his expectations. Yesi didn't expect her to be so patient.

He glanced at the countdown board in the simulation cabin and immediately decided to change tactics.

Yesi suddenly retracted the mechanical arm, made a sharp dive, and the speed suddenly increased by more than twice compared to before. He charged straight at Fu Luo before she could react.

The rapidly enlarging yacht in front of her instinctively startled Fu Luo, and she was about to evade, but the next moment, she stopped her instinctive action.

Because doing so would make her miss this precious shooting angle.

Fu Luo's eyes suddenly sank, and without moving or dodging at all, she pressed the fourth shooting command.

Yesi almost wanted to cheer for her—with Mount Tai collapsing in front of her, she remained unmoved. If the lukewarm response before could be suspected of being due to her naturally soft temperament, this strike was decisive and steady, with a hint of raw commanding aura!

What a pity... silly girl, still a little short.

The moment the missile was launched, Fu Luo reacted with a shock. The deviation angle, which she had only partially corrected, produced a huge, irreparable error from the missile's recoil the moment it left the ship. She watched helplessly as the yacht on the opposite side passed by the missile, almost as if it had been calculated, with a hair's breadth difference.

Before she could regret it, a sharp alarm sounded in the Guardian No. 3—she had already fallen into the attack range of the enemy ship's high-energy cannon!

At the same time, a high-energy warning also lit up.

As long as Yesi seized a sliver of opportunity, he would definitely bite her to death without mercy.

In a flash, Fu Luo thought of the moment before Yesi launched the gravity bomb.

In the vast universe, the Guardian No. 3 separated its head and body in an instant. Fu Luo decisively abandoned the ship. The detached cockpit was only one-fifth the size of the original small warship. Taking advantage of the moment of detachment, it pushed Fu Luo's small cockpit out of the attack range of the high-energy cannon and used the remaining bit of residual energy to put up a protective shield.

The high-energy cannon penetrated the missile compartment and energy storage of the Guardian No. 3. The glare of the explosion was so bright that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

The yacht, with its poor protection, retreated immediately but was still hit by debris.

Yesi performed the same maneuver, but he was much more composed than Fu Luo.

He let the yacht hover not far away, quietly watching the ravaged battlefield.

The countdown of the simulated battle system finally reached the end.

All the simulated scenarios exited. Fu Luo's muscles were almost stiff. She stared blankly at the familiar system panel in front of her, unable to recover. She was covered in cold sweat as if she had just been fished out of cold water. She reached out to pull the semi-automatic hatch of the simulation pod, but her hand softened and she actually couldn't pull it.

When the high-energy cannon was fired at her, Fu Luo almost thought she would die in the Guardian No. 3.

She thought she had been very cautious when facing a strong enemy, but she never expected that when the ship conditions had a clear advantage and there were real battle cases for reference, she would still be forced to this point...

And lost.

Yes, lost.

All her attack equipment and energy sources were cut off. At the last moment, she had become a space floater with only a layer of fragile protective shield.

At this time, the hatch of the simulation pod opened, and a person slightly bent down and reached out a hand to her, "Can you still stand up?"

This voice was very familiar. Fu Luo looked up and was stunned for a moment, "Colonel Yang."

"Brilliant." Yang Ning had been watching here for who knows how long. For the first time, a certain light flashed in his gentle and restrained eyes. "Your response was quite brilliant."

With a click, the hatch of another simulation pod was opened, and Yesi swaggered out. He glanced at Yang Ning and did not give this young person in charge of the Second Department of the General Staff Office a shred of special respect. He just nodded at him in a very sluggish manner, and then put his gaze on Fu Luo.

Fu Luo couldn't help but straighten her back, waiting to hear his evaluation.

"Do you have a shift tomorrow?" Yesi asked.

Yang Ning answered for her, "After leaving the critical care unit, there are no shifts assigned for three days."

"Hmm," the playful smile on Yesi's face vanished without a trace. He kept a straight face and remained silent for a moment, finally saying, "Then you can come here to find me."

Fu Luo suddenly widened her eyes.