Chapter 210: Just Like that Flying Knife

Chapter 210 Just like that flying knife...

Xiangshan dragged the warrior's prosthesis away from the metal aerosol mass, cut across a regiment diagonally to the southwest, and then stopped behind a rock and put the warrior on the ground.

In this area, he had about three minutes to stop and rest.

Several drops of liquid dripped from under the motorcycle. This is coolant. Xiangshan is consuming the coolant in a cruel and extravagant way. When the temperature of this coolant is only slightly higher than normal temperature, he will discharge the coolant from the body.

Not only the prosthesis, but also the motorcycle. This motorcycle, which has been modified for several hours, not only has a carbon fiber sound-absorbing layer on the inner layer of the shell to absorb vibration, but also has a more sophisticated cooling system.

This is to prevent infrared capture to the greatest extent.

Because the density of iron hua is not large enough, it can only cause communication barriers and hinder radar based on electromagnetic waves, but it cannot hinder passive detection of visible light or infrared rays.

This part has to be compensated by the cooling system.

Xiangshan chose the most unreasonable method, consuming these coolants as if they were free...

Ah, wait, it seems that when he moved these coolants out of the warehouse of the "Sandstorm Ghost" Dazhai, those bandits really didn't ask him for money?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Xiangshan pressed his hands under the broken body of the cyborg, using his clever strength to shake off the screws and loosen the physical interface, dissolving all possibilities of warning. Where Xiangshan's fingers and palms were pointing, there were crisp sounds, as if they were in line with some primitive music.

Along with these sounds, the warrior's outer armor and parts fell off, revealing the interfaces of several internal devices.

Xiangshan first connected an interface with the interface on his body, took over completely with his internal strength, and then unplugged the battery, and then continued to unplug other components. Finally, Xiangshan pulled out the storage device and central chip from the warrior's cranial cavity.

He dug out a complete friend-or-foe identification device from this guy's body.

This thing is a question-and-answer machine. When encountering an unknown target, you can send a string of signals to indicate your identity and ask the other party to respond. When being asked, you can also quickly send feedback to indicate your identity.

Xiangshan couldn't install this thing on himself, the most important thing is that it can't fit. If he has such a large pendant on his body, he can't move silently.

But Xiangshan's current motorcycle has a pre-designed space.

It is estimated that there are not many tough guys who can remove the enemy identifier from the enemy in this era. This operation made the warrior's artificial eyes flash.

This is to express the horror in his heart.

This forced Xiangshan to remove his eyeballs to prevent the flash from sending signals in the form of Morse code or other clear codes to attract the enemy. Then, he dug a pit with his bare hands and buried the remaining things of the warrior in it.

This is to prevent the enemy from finding the remains of the warrior too early and discovering that he has obtained an enemy identifier.

However, with the enemy identifier, this battlefield is still not friendly. The shelter will not prepare only one identification device.

Xiangshan waited in this area for about three minutes. After waiting for another group of metal aerosols to move to the designated position, he rode on the motorcycle and moved quickly.

Not far behind him, a series of explosions flashed, dragging the shadow of Wu Zu long.

Perhaps the Protector had launched a short-range ground-to-ground missile.

Xiangshan sighed. Those green forests who were hiding in the defensive position were probably in danger.

However, the movement of the missile ignition also exposed the position of more troops of the Protector.

"Alas, the more I use this primitive method to observe the surrounding troops, the more I miss two hundred years ago." Xiangshan shook his head: "If there is still a spy satellite for me to hack at this time, there is no need for so much trouble."

This is the truth.

Xiangshan remembered that at the "beginning", the rebels included not only the warrior hackers who hijacked satellites and used some satellites as chickens, but also satellite developers such as David Klein. Those knights understood satellites very well. They can load a set of malicious codes from the network to the ground station and then enter the orbiting satellite in a very short time.

A decapitation team composed of early warriors can even pass through the marching team that is only a few hundred meters away without causing any alarm, and finally achieve the operation of "taking the head of the general in the army".

And now, this system seems to have been overturned on the physical level.

However, Xiangshan must have experienced a battle "without satellites". Otherwise, he would not have been so skilled in making decapitation plans.

But he didn't remember what happened between this "early" and "later".

The relevant memory is still blank now, so Xiangshan simply didn't think about it.

With the help of the enemy identification device, he was able to get a little closer to the enemy.

After crossing the next blockade, Xiangshan took a watermelon-sized thing from his motorcycle.

An EMP bomb.

He calculated that no other team should have come to this area. So this countdown bomb can be disguised as an "EMP mine that has just been triggered."

After setting a thirty-second countdown, I sped up the mountain on my motorcycle.

At the moment when the countdown reached zero, Xiangshan felt pain all over his body. His cloak can reflect part of the electromagnetic pulse, and his whole body is also well protected from electromagnetic. However, the sensitive tactile simulator can still feel a small amount of abnormal current.

Fortunately, it will not cause any major problems.

Xiangshan looked at the team in front of him that was in chaos because of the sudden EMP, jumped up from the motorcycle, and ran towards the motorcycle at a faster speed.

Even if there is no metal aerosol in this area, it doesn’t matter, EMP has covered everything!

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Balbo stood on his chariot, looking at the desert in front of him, without saying a word.

This desert is still the same. The high-pressure airflow from the north turned into a strong wind, galloping freely on the flat ground. Due to the lack of vegetation, the floating soil was pulled up by the wind, forming a veil in the low-altitude area, which was particularly beautiful under the moonlight.

This was originally a very common scene.

But when Balbo realized that the dust was mixed with metal aerosol particles, he felt a sense of crisis.

If they just wanted to escape far away, was it necessary to make such a big scene?

Admittedly, this vast metal aerosol can indeed bring some convenience to their escape and some trouble to their march, but at most it can only delay the time when they are caught up by a few hours.

It is impossible for the knights not to carry supplies. And if they use vehicles to carry supplies, then the vehicles will most likely need to deploy solar panels to replenish energy during the day - this means that they are destined not to be able to travel during the day.

In other words, unless they are willing to abandon all supplies and escape with prosthetics. Otherwise, they will definitely be caught up.

Now this approach can only disrupt their march and delay their pace a little.

"No, if they have any purpose... counterattack?"

But when this thought came up, Balbo was amused by his own idea.

It is not impossible for a small number of elite troops to counterattack the army. But to achieve all this, you must first have the most elite prosthesis, then the strongest inner master to disrupt the army's firepower, and finally a controlled satellite network to ensure the integrity of intelligence and vision.

The knights on the opposite side can't achieve any of them.

Suddenly, he felt a little inexplicable tingling in his tactile simulator, and a small number of pixels flickered on his prosthetic eye.

"Electromagnetic pulse? It's coming again?" Balbo sighed and said, "Determine the direction for me!"

Soon the technical team calculated the approximate location. Balbo also entered this set of coordinates into the map and compared it with the previous EMP mines.

"Huh? This mine is far away from the route... Is the previous planning of their escape route wrong again? Or did they walk a long way to place the mines?"

After thinking for a moment, Balbo readjusted the planning of the escape routes of those knights.

After the EMP impact eased slightly, he immediately uploaded the new escape route and transferred the three regiments to the southwest.

At the same time, flares soared into the sky.

According to regulations, after the impact of EMP, each unit will quickly conduct self-inspection and report the existing intelligence. However, this time, due to the metal aerosol, many units may not be able to send back information even if they are not directly impacted by EMP.

This has brought great inconvenience to Balbo's work.

However, the troops around the center of the EMP explosion may not be able to respond for a long time.

Balbo still has patience.

But soon, he noticed something wrong.

"Low-density metal aerosol in a wide area..." he muttered to himself.

Metal aerosol can refract most commonly used electromagnetic waves. And electromagnetic pulse is also a kind of electromagnetic wave.

When necessary, metal aerosol can actually be used as electromagnetic protection.

The metal aerosol on the battlefield, while interfering with the communication of the troops, should also be able to protect them in the EMP.

And the troops that gradually restored communication after the EMP just now...

The troops that did not give feedback just now...

Balbo closed his eyes and outlined his consciousness on the map.

Then, he opened his eyes in shock.

——No, how is this possible?

The troops that did not respond immediately formed a line.

This line cut into the search line of the troops from the northernmost end and rushed straight towards him.

Like a flying knife.

——This is unscientific! How did he do it...

At this time, a cry of surprise came from all around.

Balbo looked up. Like a sandstorm, a silver smoke appeared in the north of his team.

This is a metal aerosol without slow release or dilution.

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