Xiangshan dragged the warrior's prosthetic body away from the metal aerosol mass, diagonally cut through a regiment to the southwest, then stopped behind a rock and placed 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 was the coolant. Xiangshan was consuming the coolant in a very extravagant way. When the temperature of the coolant was only slightly higher than normal temperature, he drained the coolant.
Excreted from the body.
Not just prosthetics, but also motorcycles. This motorcycle, which had been modified for several hours, not only added a vibration-absorbing carbon fiber silencer layer to the inner layer of the shell, but also had a more sophisticated cooling system.
This is to prevent capture by infrared rays to the greatest extent.
Because the density of Tiehua is not high enough, it can only cause communication obstacles and hinder radar based on electromagnetic waves, but it cannot hinder passive detection of visible light or infrared rays.
This part must be made up for by the cooling system.
Xiangshan, on the other hand, chose the most unreasonable method to consume the coolant as if the coolant was free...
Ah, wait, it seems that when he moved these coolants out of the "Sandstorm Ghost" Dazhai warehouse, those Green Forests really didn't care about him asking for money?
Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore.
Xiangshan pressed his hands under the broken body of the prosthetic body, and used skillful force to unscrew the screws and loosen the physical interface, dispelling all possibilities of warning. Wherever Xiangshan's fingers touched and where his palms pointed, they made crisp sounds, as if they were some kind of primitive
The music is average.
Along with these sounds, the warrior's outer armor and components fell off one after another, exposing the interfaces of several internal devices.
Xiangshan first connected an interface to the interface on his body, and used his internal strength to take over the entire thing. Then he unplugged the battery, and then continued to unplug other components. Finally, Xiangshan pulled out the storage device and central chip from the warrior's skull cavity.
He dug out a complete IFF device from this guy's body.
This thing is a question and answer machine. When encountering an unknown target, it can send a series of signals to indicate its identity and require the other party to respond. When encountering inquiries, it can also quickly send feedback to indicate its identity.
It's impossible for Xiang Shan to install this thing on himself. The most important thing is that it can't fit. With such a large pendant mounted on his body, he can't move quietly.
But Xiangshan's current motorcycle has a pre-designed space.
It is estimated that in this era, there are not many strong men who can remove the friend-or-foe identification device from the enemy's body on the spot. This operation made the prosthetic eyes of the warriors who were still alive flicker.
This expresses the horror in my heart.
This forced Xiang Shan 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 hole with his bare hands and buried the rest of the warrior's belongings.
Go in.
This is to prevent the enemy from prematurely finding the remains of the warrior and discovering that he has acquired a friend-or-foe identification device.
However, with the identification of friend or foe, this battlefield is still not friendly. The protectors will not prepare only one identification device.
Xiangshan waited in this area for about three minutes. After waiting for another metal aerosol mass to move to the designated location, he got on his motorcycle and moved quickly.
Not far behind him, a series of explosive fires flashed, dragging Martial Ancestor's shadow long.
Probably the protector is equipped with a short-range ground-attack missile.
Xiang Shan sighed. Those green forests huddled in defensive positions were probably in danger.
However, the sound of missile ignition also exposed the location of more of the protector's troops.
"Hey, the more I use this primitive method to observe the surrounding troops, the more I miss two hundred years ago." Xiang Shan shook his head: "If there is a spy satellite to scare me at this time, then why bother?
"
This is the truth.
Xiang Shan remembered that in the "very beginning", the rebels included not only fierce hackers who had hijacked satellites and used some satellites as meat chickens, but also satellite developers such as David Klein. Those knights were obsessed with satellites.
The understanding is very good. They can load a set of malicious codes from the network into the ground station and then into the orbiting satellite in a very short time.
A decapitation team composed of early warriors could even pass through a marching team that was only a few hundred meters apart without causing any alertness, and finally achieved the operation of "taking the head of a general among thousands of troops."
Now, this system seems to have been overthrown on the physical level.
However, Xiangshan must have experienced a "satellite-less" battle. Otherwise, he would not be so skillful in formulating a beheading plan.
It's just that he doesn't remember what happened between this "early period" and "later".
The relevant memory is still blank, so Xiangshan simply doesn't think about it.
With the help of the Identifier Friend or Foe, he was able to get slightly closer to the enemy.
After crossing the next blockade, Xiangshan took off a watermelon-sized thing from his motorcycle.
An EMP bomb.
He calculated that no other team should have been to this area. Therefore, this countdown bomb can be disguised as an "EMP mine that was just triggered."
After setting the thirty-second countdown, get on the motorcycle and accelerate towards the mountain.
The moment the countdown reached zero, Xiangshan felt pain all over his body. His cloak could reflect part of the electromagnetic pulse, and his whole body was protected against electromagnetic waves. However, the sensitive tactile simulator could still feel a small amount of abnormal current.
Fortunately it won't cause any serious damage.
Xiangshan looked at the team in front of him that was in chaos due to the sudden EMP. He jumped up from the motorcycle and ran towards the motorcycle at a faster speed.
It doesn't matter even if there are no metal aerosols in this area, EMP has covered everything!
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Balbo stood on his chariot, looking at the desert in front of him, saying nothing.
This desert is still the same as before. The high-pressure airflow from the north turns into strong winds and rides freely on the flat ground. Due to the lack of vegetation, the floating soil is pulled up by the wind, forming a light veil in the low-altitude area, which is divided under the moonlight.
Beautiful outside.
This was originally an ordinary sight.
But when he realized that the dust was mixed with metal aerosol particles, Balbo felt a sense of crisis.
If we just want to escape far away, is it necessary to engage in such a big battle?
It is true that this vast metal aerosol can indeed bring some convenience to their escape and cause some trouble to their march, but at best it will delay their pursuit by a few hours.
It is impossible for a knight not to carry supplies. And if a vehicle is used to carry supplies, then the vehicle will most likely need to deploy its solar panels to replenish energy during the day - which means they are destined to be unable to travel during the day.
In other words, unless they are willing to abandon all supplies and use prosthetic bodies to escape, otherwise, they will definitely be caught up.
At most, this approach can only disrupt their march and delay their progress a little.
"No, if they have any purpose... counterattack?"
But when this idea came up, Balbo was amused by his own thoughts.
It's not impossible for a few elites to counterattack the army. But to achieve all this, you must first have the most elite prosthetics, then have the strongest internal masters to disrupt the army's firepower, and finally have a controlled satellite network to ensure
Intelligence, complete vision.
None of the knights across the street can reach that level.
Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable tingling sensation on his tactile simulator, and a small amount of pixels flickered on his prosthetic eye.
"Electromagnetic pulse? It's coming again?" Balbo sighed and said, "Give me the direction!"
The technical class soon 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 off the route... Could it be that the previous planning of their escape route was wrong again? Or did they go a long way to place the mine?"
After Balbo thought for a moment, he readjusted his plan for the escape route of the knights.
After the EMP impact subsided, he immediately uploaded the new escape route and moved the three regiments to the southwest.
At the same time, signal bombs shot into the sky one after another.
According to regulations, after the impact of EMP has passed, each unit will quickly conduct self-checks and report existing intelligence. But this time, due to the influence of metal aerosol, many units may not be able to respond even if they are not directly impacted by EMP.
Return information.
This brought great inconvenience to Balbo's work.
However, it is indeed possible that the troops around the center of the EMP outbreak will be unable to respond for a long time.
Balbo still has some patience.
But soon, he noticed something was wrong.
"Wide-area low-density metal aerosol..." he muttered to himself.
Metal aerosols can refract most commonly used electromagnetic waves. Electromagnetic pulses are also a type of electromagnetic waves.
When necessary, metal aerosol can actually be used as electromagnetic protection.
The presence of metal aerosols on the battlefield, while interfering with troop communications, should also protect them in EMP.
After the EMP shot just now, the troops gradually restored communication...
The troops who did not give feedback just now...
Balbo closed his eyes, his consciousness sketched on the map.
Then, he opened his eyes in shock.
——No, how is this possible?
Those troops who had not given feedback immediately formed a line.
This line cut into the troops' search line from the northernmost end and rushed straight towards him.
Like a flying knife.
——This is not scientific! How did he do it...
At this time, a burst of exclamation came from around.
Balbo looked up. Like a sandstorm, a silvery smoke appeared directly north of his team.
This is a metal aerosol without sustained release or dilution.