Faced with this problem, Cui Kui was somewhat confused.
"Ah, if you really ask me who specifically said it, I really don't know..."
——Gan.
This time it was Xiangshan's turn to be confused.
"Ah, I'm sure that the Eighth Martial God never said this line." Jardel pondered for a moment and gave the answer: "The Eighth Martial God was exposed too early and died too early. She was directly killed by Ah Qi
King Ni led his fleet to shoot and kill people beyond visual range, but he did not perform any deeds worth mentioning until his death."
"Then, the Second God of War must have said it. In the first battle, he used these words to announce his return and declare war to the protectors."
"Then, the Eleventh God of War...did you ever say this?"
Cui Kui nodded: "Yes, yes. It has been circulated on the Internet."
Xiangshan held his forehead.
He felt really tired.
It seems that another question has been solved.
The reason why the Demonic Research Knight said to him, "Congratulations on your return from hell again," was found.
Gan.
real……
I don't know what to say.
Xiangshan vaguely remembered what line this was from. He had no memory of that work, but he only remembered that the words were very powerful.
perhaps……
The personality mask will make similar judgments.
Obviously, other Martial Gods feel the same way.
This sentence was probably used so many times that it was integrated into Wuzu's Quotations during its circulation.
too……
Xiangshan really didn't know how to evaluate it.
——Avoid the use of this line.
He thought to himself.
The solo kill king patted him on the shoulder and said: "Okay, brother, let's go."
Xiang Shan nodded and followed him into the "Donkey".
Taking advantage of the darkness, the three vehicles set off again.
The young knights, together with Yuki and the little guy, crowded into the "mule". The performance of this vehicle was a little stronger than the original "donkey". When necessary, this vehicle gave them a little hope of escape.
bigger.
The single kill king and Xiang Shan were preparing inside the donkey.
After advancing for about an hour, the group stopped.
This is also to dissipate heat from the car body to avoid being detected by satellites.
Xiangshan and the single-killer king went out to lay out EMP mines according to the pre-discussed method.
This place is far away from residential areas, so there are basically no ordinary people passing by, and there is no need to worry about accidental injuries.
In fact, when faced with a large army chasing him, Tiehua was not that easy to use.
Unless Tiehua spreads in the center of the army, otherwise, the moment Tiehua appears, the army can rely on firepower to cover Tiehua's coverage area.
Especially in the wilderness.
An EMP mine can create a short-term shield in several areas and destroy the opponent's command system.
If during a life-and-death battle, EMP breaks out in the distance and disrupts the opponent's command system, the knight can often save his life.
Even if it is not detonated at a critical moment of life and death, under normal circumstances, this thing can greatly slow down the enemy's marching speed.
Young knights are also helping to make some simple traps.
However, every bit of electricity is precious now, so division of labor is not necessary. These young people will choose to sit quietly in the vehicle to save electricity.
Yuki also hugged the little guy and sat obediently in the corner.
The mines were buried far away from the mountain, so I came back late.
When he returned to the vehicle, the Solo Killer King was already waiting there, shaking his head and humming something.
Xiangshan launched the vehicle.
The group of people continued walking in the intended direction.
Walking another ten kilometers northwest, they would turn northeast to avoid the warning of divine punishment.
Xiangshan glanced at Jader curiously and said, "I'm in a good mood, brother? I still have the energy to hum songs now."
"Hmm." Jader said, "I found a broadcaster with pretty good taste."
"Huh?" Xiang Shan was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with the Internet now?"
"Broadcast?" Jardel was also stunned: "Brother, haven't you heard it?"
"Broadcast...oh, broadcast..."
Xiang Shan nodded.
Only then did he notice that the back of Jadel's head was leaning against the shooting port.
This is indeed what it takes to receive electromagnetic signals in a place surrounded by metal.
There was still a concept of "broadcasting" in his time. But at the beginning of the 21st century, traditional broadcasting had withered.
The "broadcast" that Xiangshan is familiar with is not so much a radio program as an "online audio program", or simply "audio".
But he really didn't expect that in this era, primitive broadcasting could actually be revived.
Of course, the broadcast technology of this era is also different from that of past eras.
Faced with an environment in which patrons ruled, broadcasting also changed.
Today's broadcasters all work independently.
Their broadcast antenna is completely stored in the prosthetic body, and they can disguise themselves as normal workers.
But in the dead of night, they will show their claws.
Unlike in the past, today's broadcasters will not directly send signals in all directions - in that case, just by comparing the signal strength in different areas, you can quickly locate the broadcaster's location.
If broadcasters work like this, the possibility of being killed is really high.
They will emit a beam of directional electromagnetic wave signals toward the sky. This short- and medium-wave signal cannot penetrate the ionosphere and will be reflected by the ionosphere and then spread to the ground.
Of course, this is still not very safe. As long as the asylum seeker has enough receivers, the algorithm is accurate enough, and multiple parameters are calculated, the suspicion range can still be determined in a relatively small area.
After all, "rebellion" is never an easy task.
Broadcasters are another propaganda front opened by chivalrous people.
Not everyone's internal strength is high enough to move freely in the network built by the patron.
Not every ordinary person has regular access to the Internet - in most cases, they are passively connected to the Internet without knowing it, and are controlled by the backdoor of their prosthetic eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And broadcasters came into being. They are a type of knight-errant - just like there was a distinction between "swordsman" and "swordsman" in martial arts novels in the past.
"Broadcast" is their weapon.
Most of their internal strength is not enough to run rampant. Occasionally, there are those who are excellent in external strength, but most of them are only at the level of martial arts students.
But they have been passing on the "fire" from the past - the embers of culture.
Xiangshan whistled: "Cool. How do you hear it?"
"Brother, you really don't have any understanding of what young people like." Jardel shook his head: "Although this is something that was only established in the last seventy or eighty years."
In his mind, Xiangshan might be an older knight.
Xiang Shan nodded: "Tell me, how to do it? What frequency? I want to hear it too. I'm quite curious."
"Well, first of all, I need to download a plug-in online..."
"Huh?" Xiang Shan was stunned.
This was the first time he heard that plug-ins were needed to listen to the radio.
"Oh, I can't access the Internet now. It doesn't matter, I'll just send it to you directly." Jardel said: "Don't think it's nonsense. Think about it, the electromagnetic signal is lost all the way by the atmosphere, and then reflects back to the ground when it reaches the ionosphere.
How much more quality can there be?”
Xiang Shan nodded: "That's true..."
"Installing a plug-in will ensure that the sound has been pre-processed, and at least the meaning can be clearly expressed." "You should have hardware that can accept medium and long wave signals, right? No need to install additional plug-ins?"
Xiang Shan nodded.
He quickly installed the plug-in shared by Jadel, and then found the corresponding channel under Jadel's guidance.
According to Jader, every broadcaster is a potential knight, so they usually live in no fixed place to avoid the search of asylum seekers.
And the broadcasting technology they used determined the scope of their broadcasts was limited.
So what kind of broadcasts you can hear in a place still depends on luck.
And these broadcasters are also waiting. If senior experts listen to their broadcasts and feel that they are malleable talents, they will often find ways to contact them and give them a magnetic link.
In those magnetic chains, there may be inner strength that leads to a higher level.
Close your eyes towards the mountain.
Among the rustling, he heard a low, hoarse voice singing.
“Die Gedanken sind frei, [thoughts are free]
wer kann sie erraten,【No one can guess it】
sie fliehen vorbei【It slipped by quietly】
wie n?chtliche Schatten.【Like a midnight shadow】
Kein Mensch kann sie wissen【No one can understand it】"
………………………………………………………………
kein J?ger erschie?en【Hunters can’t shoot it】
es bleibet dabei:【It’s always been like this:】
Die Gedanken sind frei!【Thoughts are free!】
Ich denke was ich will【I think about what I want,】
und was mich beglucket【What makes me happy】
doch alles in der Still【'All this happens in silence】
und wie es sich schicket [just as they should be]
Mein Wunsch und Begehren【My wishes and desires】
kann niemand verwehren【No one can suppress it】
es bleibet dabei:【It’s always been like this:】
Die Gedanken sind frei!【Thoughts are free!】
A prosthetic body is climbing on a small mound. He looks like a worker. The entire prosthetic body is of standard industrial specifications. The torso is two meters long, two meters high, and two meters wide. The limbs are extremely strong.
No different than the sorters in the recycling town.
However, he also has an extra pair of prosthetic hands on his abdomen.
This prosthetic hand is also similar to the civilian hand that Xiangshan used a long time ago and that Grandma Yuki used. Similar model and the same rags.
These hands are holding an iron guitar. The guitar strings are made of copper wire.
The sound of the guitar itself is actually not very good. But the vibration of the metal wire will be converted into an electrical signal.
Together with his songs, these electrical signals will fly up to the ionosphere, where an invisible flower will bloom.
Just through the morning-flower-like transmitter on his back.
The broadcaster stood in the moonlight like a metal potted plant.