"The control system is normal. There is no problem with the reactor."
"The hydraulic assist is good, and the weapon system testing is completed."
"Signal conduction is normal and there is no leakage of electrolyte solution."
"The neural signal collection is normal, and the accuracy is 89.5%."
Luther Alex looked at the information that kept popping up on the screen and sighed, "It seems that there are still some problems with nerve signal transmission... high speed and high efficiency. It seems that I will communicate with Dr. Claude more when I go back to read it."
He pressed several buttons on the joystick and turned on all the switches on the control panel with his left hand.
The last truck in the convoy was not loaded with containers, but with a rear bucket. The top of the rear bucket was covered with a military green canvas. The Americans and the French did not notice what was on it.
, it looked like a large-caliber smoothbore cannon, so I didn’t care.
None of them knew that underneath this canvas was the latest White Tiger 014-level general-purpose humanoid combat mecha produced by UNTR within two months.
Fu Ming only felt a loud noise behind him. When he looked back, he saw that the machine under the canvas had jumped into the air, and the vector thrusters on its legs were bursting with flames, roaring and spraying flames. Fu Ming smiled slightly, this battle
There should be no suspense anymore. Although it is not equipped with a missile launcher, this White Tiger is more than enough to deal with several infantry, especially those without individual missiles.
"It really takes a butcher's knife to kill a chicken!" Song Jiahao looked at the canvas-covered aircraft in the distance and sighed. "Wayne, hide, we have nothing to do here."
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Luther's mouth. Everyone dozens of meters away was marked on the screen, and the enemies were all red square frames. "Prepare the cannon, everyone should hide!" Luther put the gun in his hand.
Pulling the joystick backward, the White Tiger immediately shot up into the sky, and the canvas slowly fell in mid-air due to inertia.
Only then did the soldiers see this monster in the sky, the White Tiger Class 014 general-purpose humanoid combat mecha. It was painted in black and white patterns, like a white tiger. However, the word "王" was printed on the chest of the machine.
Center in front.
"Fighting mecha?" Captain jsoc looked at the aircraft in the air and his eyes widened. It was not until the White Tiger came to the sky above the battle zone that he came back to his senses. He saw the three barrels of the rotating cannon on the shoulder of the White Tiger.
It has begun to rotate slowly. "Cannon, find cover! Disperse!"
Xu Cheng led Untr's soldiers to withdraw from the defense line and hid behind the truck. Fu Ming, Mo Bing and Huan Huan also retracted their heads and hid behind the truck, unable to escape.
The soldiers were in an open field. Apart from a few big rocks that could hide from horizontal bullets, the cannons falling from high altitudes couldn't dodge at all!
Wayne and Jack leisurely took out their cigarettes and started smoking.
Luther pulled down the visor on his helmet and took precise aim. The cannon's damage range was very large. Even if there was a slight chance, he still didn't want shrapnel to hurt his own people. "Target locked, request fire command!"
"You want to give me a fire command? The trigger is in your hand!" Fu Ming laughed and cursed into the microphone.
"Then I'm welcome!" Luther spent a lot of time aiming. If the neural signals were transmitted with higher accuracy, perhaps the time for the brain instructions to reach the body's processor would be shortened, and the body's control would also be improved.
More flexible. In fact, the White Tiger-class is not a Suzaku-class. This aircraft is a close-combat assault type for land warfare. At the beginning of the design, Harry Crowder took the purpose of the aircraft into consideration, while increasing the power and flexibility.
, problems with the body's control performance appeared again.
But now I can’t control so much. There are only a few things that Untr can get. In the Balkan Peninsula, Fu Ming didn’t know what he would encounter. He always carried this machine with him when he walked.
Practical testing is not a bad thing.
Luther gritted his teeth and pressed the button on the joystick. The rotary machine gun was already ready. The shells were fired immediately and poured out. The shells and debris fell from the sky with crackling sounds.
The shells hit the ground and exploded one after another. The Americans and French on the ground had no time to escape. The explosions and screams were endless. Fu Ming just felt that the ground was shaking continuously, and a huge sound came from not far ahead.
, Fu Ming felt like he could hardly stand!
In the war zone, sand and rocks were flying, pebbles and soil were constantly blown up by artillery shells, and smoke and dust were everywhere. Luther, who was in the air, had to turn on the infrared mode, and the machine gun barrel was aimed at the white outline of the human body that could still move and kept shooting, while the friendly forces
There are very clear reflective highlights on the body, which are flashing and will not hit your own people at all.
After a period of strafing, the dust and smoke made Fu Ming unable to see what was going on inside the battlefield. Although this was not his first experience of fire support at dangerous distances, the feeling of satisfaction still made him let out a long breath.
To be honest, if the battlefield pressure were not too great, Fu Ming would not want the White Tiger to be exposed prematurely, no matter how many UNTR members he sacrificed. Maybe the American satellite would sweep over Romania to let the enemy know about his
Ability is not a good thing.
There were not many soldiers left on the battlefield. Most of them were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion and lay dying in the grass. More people were killed directly. The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and the air was filled with the smell of order.
The nauseating smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, and the smell of burnt meat.
"Go up and do some damage, don't leave anyone alive!" Fu Ming waved to Xu Cheng, "Find a few people to pick up Jack and the others. Jack is injured. Abandon the first truck and push it into the ditch. Let the goods be evened out.
, it should be loaded." Fu Ming put the rifle behind his back, pulled out a Type 92 pistol, pulled the bolt, and slowly walked to the battlefield with the pistol in hand.
He looked at a gigantic soldier who was lingering on the ground and raised his hand to shoot. The barrel of the muzzle kept bouncing backwards. When the two shots were touched, the bullets ejected and the shells bounced out of the barrel of the gun.
It fell to the ground several times.
After the gunfire, I looked at the Frenchman again. He was out of breath. His eyes were staring straight at the sky, and blood was flowing down his neck. He was wearing a helmet and a body armor. Fu Ming didn't think about it.
The desire to hit somewhere else.
"Throw the corpses here. Get out of this place quickly." Fu Ming kept walking among the more than 20 corpses. Xu Cheng and the others were not idle either. They cut off their carotid arteries when they encountered those who could still breathe.untr
The personnel checked the pulses, heartbeats and pupils of these soldiers again and again, for fear of missing anyone. Dumping these corpses in Bulgaria would put great pressure on NATO in terms of diplomacy and public opinion.
Although the battle was over, sporadic gunfire still sounded. Xu Cheng was too lazy to cut with a knife. Bullets cost almost nothing anyway. His choice was to use a rifle to end more people's lives. Of course, his choice
It is also the most violent among them all. The 5.56mm bullet almost ignores body armor and helmets at close range. The crisp collision sound of the bullet passing through the helmet is very obvious in a quiet environment.
This is the battlefield. The loser has no choice and cannot survive. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Fu Ming knows it, and Xu Cheng also knows it. There is nothing you can do about being ruthless. If you are not dead now, you will be in the future.
More people die.
Fu Ming held down the microphone and looked at the White Tiger in the sky. "Luther, is there any problem?"
Luther sighed, "There are some control problems, but it doesn't matter. As a high-speed assault machine, its performance is already very good." Luther didn't know whether the electrolyte solution had a blocking effect on the conduction of electrical signals.
"The White Tiger class is under containment. Move quickly." Fu Ming looked at the time and saw that it was almost too late.
With Wayne's support, Jack slowly came to Fu Ming, while Song Jiahao trotted over with a sullen look on his face, carrying a sniper rifle. The grenade just now scared them a lot.
"Jack, are you okay?" Fu Ming looked at Jack's bloody arm and felt heartbroken. There was no one in his security force who could afford to die.
"Flesh wound! The bleeding has stopped. I'll clean the wound later and it'll be fine." Jack reluctantly moved his arm, his face also covered with a layer of dust.
"Damn it, I didn't expect it to come so fast!" Song Jiahao spat, as if the dirt in his mouth had not been spit out. "Why don't you send an aircraft carrier over and blow up Romania to the ground?"
"What is supposed to come will always come. But I can't die now, and I can't die yet." Although Fu Ming is safe now, he can't laugh at all. After this battle, many people on his side also died.
How to explain to the families of these people, how to compensate them, and how to carry out public opinion work, these all need to be handled by cat personally. Because they have to settle the accounts submitted by the UAE and conduct military recruitment activities, cat did not come with them on this trip.
Although it is normal for people to die on the battlefield, if there are too many deaths, and they die every time, it will definitely be bad for UNTR's reputation. If you are about to die, who would dare to work for UNTR?
Fu Ming shook his head and boarded the truck again.
"Boss, the White Tiger class has been contained. There should be no need to replenish the ammunition." Luther was lying in the cab, very bored. There are almost no entertainment facilities here, and the round cab is not very comfortable, if it weren't for the ventilation system
, if you stay here for a long time, you will die.
"Keep moving, we still have three hours to reach our destination." Fu Ming whispered into the microphone. The truck at the front started slowly. The bodies of the dead soldiers inside were also collected by Fu Ming and covered with canvas.
It was wrapped and thrown into the container. When people die, they always have to go home.
Fu Ming looked up at the sky and frowned. He didn't know how many things were waiting for him ahead, but he knew that all problems had to be solved.