209: Chapter 129: Just Like That Flying Knife…
209: Chapter 129: Just Like That Flying Knife…
Xiang Shan dragged the prosthetic body of the Martial Artist, leaving the tal aerosol cluster and making a diagonal cut through a brigade to the southwest before stopping behind so rocks and placing the Martial Artist on the ground.
In this area, he had roughly three minutes to stop and regroup.
Several drops of liquid fell from the motorcycle, it was coolant.
Xiang Shan was consuming coolant in a fiercely extravagant manner.
He expelled these coolants from his body when the temperature of the coolant was only slightly above room temperature.
Not just the prosthetic bodies, but motorcycles too.
This motorcycle, after several hours of modification, now has an additional layer of carbon fiber within its shell to absorb vibrations and a more refined cooling system.
This was to completely avoid detection by infrared sensors.
Due to the insufficient density of Iron Dust, it could only cause communication interference and disrupt radar based on electromagnetic waves, but it still couldn’t block passive detection of visible light or infrared.
This part had to be compensated by the cooling system.
And Xiang Shan chose the most unreasonable thod to waste these coolants, as if they were free…
Ah, wait, when he took these coolants from the “Dust Storm Ghost” Great Stockade storage, did those from Green Forest really not charge him?
Nevermind, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Xiang Shan pressed his hands under the broken body of the Cybernetically Enhanced Person, using Clever Force to loosen screws and physical interfaces, dismantling all possibilities of an alert.
Where Xiang Shan’s fingertips pressed and his palms directed, cracking sounds were emitted as if resonating with so kind of primitive music.
Accompanied by these sounds, the External Armor and parts of the Martial Artist fell apart, revealing several internal device interfaces.
Xiang Shan first connected an interface to his own, took full control with Inner Strength, and then he unplugged the battery, followed by continuously unplugging other parts.
Finally, Xiang Shan pulled out a storage device and central chip from the skull of the Martial Artist.
He had extracted a complete enemy recognition device from this body.
This gadget was a set of question-and-answer machines.
It could send a series of signals when encountering an unknown target, declaring its identity while asking the other to respond.
When questioned, it could also rapidly send back feedback, identifying itself.
Xiang Shan could not possibly install this gadget on himself, mainly because there was no room.
With such large attachnts on him, he couldn’t move stealthily.
But in his current motorcycle, there was a space specifically designed in advance.
There likely weren’t many strong n who dismantled enemy recognition devices from the enemy’s body in this era.
This operation caused the still-functioning eyes of the Martial Artist to flicker.
This was expressing the shock in his heart.
This made Xiang Shan decide to remove his eyeballs to prevent the flashing from sending signals in Morse code or other clear codes that could attract enemies.
Afterwards, he dug a hole with his bare hands and buried the remains of the Martial Artist.
He was avoiding the early discovery of the Martial Artist’s remains by the enemy, which could reveal that he had taken the enemy recognition device.
However, having the enemy recognition device, the battlefield was still far from friendly.
The Protector wouldn’t only prepare one type of identification device.
Xiang Shan waited in this area for about three minutes.
After waiting for another cluster of tal aerosol to move into position, he then rode the motorcycle and moved quickly.
Not far behind him, a chain of explosions lit up, stretching out the shadow of the Martial Ancestor.
It seed like the Protector had ard short-range ground-to-air missiles.
Xiang Shan sighed.
Those hunkered down in defensive positions from Green Forest were likely in grave danger.
However, the noise from the missile ignition also exposed the locations of more Protector troops.
“Ah, the more this kind of primitive thod is used to observe surrounding troops, the more I miss two hundred years ago,” Xiang Shan shook his head, “If there were still spy satellites available to hack at this ti, there would be no need for such hassle.”
This was the truth.
Xiang Shan rembered that in “the beginning,” the Rebels included not only hackers who hijacked satellites and turned so satellites into zombies but also satellite developers like David Klein.
The Heroes understood satellites incredibly well.
They could load a set of malicious code into the ground station network and into satellites in orbit in a very short ti.
An early team of Martial Artists, even known as the Decapitation Squad, could slip through an army re hundreds of ters away without raising any alarm, ultimately achieving the operation of “taking a general’s head from amidst thousands of troops.”
It seed, however, that this system had also physically been dismantled now.
But Xiang Shan certainly had experienced “battles without satellites” too, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so adept at planning decapitation strategies.
Only, whatever happened between this “early period” and “later,” he couldn’t rember.
Since his mory of it was still a blank, Xiang Shan simply didn’t think about it.
With the help of the enemy recognition device, he could now get a bit closer to enemy forces.
After crossing the next blockade line, Xiang Shan took a device the size of a waterlon from his motorcycle.
An Electromagnetic Pulse bomb.
He had calculated that no other squads had co through this area.
Thus, this countdown bomb could be disguised as a “just triggered EMP landmine.”
After setting a thirty-second countdown, Xiang Shan accelerated on his motorcycle.
The mont the countdown hit zero, Xiang Shan felt a sensation of pain all over his body.
His cloak could reflect so of the electromagnetic pulse, and his body was also equipped with electromagnetic protection.
However, the sensitive touch simulator could still feel a small amount of abnormal current.
Fortunately, it would not cause major harm.
Xiang Shan looked at the squad in front of him, thrown into chaos by the sudden EMP, jumped off his motorcycle, and ran toward the motorcycle at an even faster speed.
Even without tal aerosol in this area, it didn’t matter, as the EMP had already covered everything!
……………………………………
Balbo stood on his war chariot, gazing at the desert in front of him, silent.
The desert remained as it always had.
High-pressure air currents from the north turned into strong winds that galloped freely across the flat land.
Due to the lack of vegetation, loose soil was lifted by the wind, forming a light veil at low altitudes, exceptionally beautiful under the moonlight.
This was once a very common sight.
However, once Balbo realized that these dust particles had been mixed with tal aerosol, he sensed a hint of danger.
If they were rely trying to escape far away, was such a great fuss necessary?
Indeed, this vast expanse of tal aerosol could bring so convenience to their escape and cause so trouble to the marching troops, but at most, it could only delay them being caught up by a few hours.
The Hero could not possibly go without supplies.
And if supplies were to be carried by vehicles, those vehicles would mostly need to unfold solar panels during the day to recharge—this ant they couldn’t travel during the day.
In other words, unless they were willing to abandon all supplies and escape with their prosthetic bodies, they were bound to be caught up.
Now, this tactic could only disrupt their march and slightly delay their steps.
“No, if they had any purpose…
a counterattack?”
But as soon as the thought arose, Balbo laughed at his own idea.
A few elite forces against an army might not be impossible, but to accomplish all this, you first need the most elite prosthetic bodies, then the strongest internal masters to disrupt the army’s firepower, and finally, a controlled satellite network to ensure complete intelligence and coverage.
Those Heroes across did not et any of these conditions.
Suddenly, he felt a slight, inexplicable pricking in his tactile simulator, and a few pixels flickered on his prosthetic eye.
“An electromagnetic pulse?
Again?” Balbo sighed, “Determine the direction for !”
The tech team quickly calculated a rough position.
Balbo entered these coordinates into the map and compared them with the previous EMP landmines.
“Huh?
This mine is quite far off the route…
Could there have been a mistake in planning their escape route before, or did they travel a long way to place the mine?”
After pondering for a mont, Balbo readjusted the planned route for the Hero’s escape.
As the impact of the EMP eased, he imdiately uploaded the new escape route, directing three brigades toward the southwest.
At the sa ti, several flares shot into the sky.
As per protocol, after the impact of the EMP had passed, all units were to quickly self-check and report any intelligence gathered.
However, this ti, due to the interference of the tal aerosol, many units were likely unable to send back information even if they weren’t directly hit by the EMP.
This brought great inconvenience to Balbo’s work.
However, the units around the center of the EMP outbreak were likely to be delayed in providing feedback.
Balbo still had so patience.
But soon, he sensed sothing was off.
“Low-density tal aerosol spread over a wide area…” he muttered to himself.
tal aerosol could refract most of the commonly used electromagnetic waves.
And electromagnetic pulses were also a form of electromagnetic wave.
When necessary, tal aerosol could actually be used as electromagnetic protection.
The presence of tal aerosol on the battlefield, while disrupting troop communications, should also be able to protect them during an EMP.
And after that recent EMP, the units that were gradually restoring communication…
The units that hadn’t provided feedback earlier…
Balbo closed his eyes, his mind tracing the map.
Then, he opened his eyes in shock.
—No, how could this be possible?
The units that hadn’t provided imdiate feedback had ford a line.
This line cut into the force’s search line from the north-most end and headed straight toward him.
Like a thrown knife.
—This is unscientific!
How did he manage this…
At that mont, a cry of alarm ca from around him.
Balbo looked up.
Like a dust storm, a silver mist appeared to the north of the small squad he was part of.
It was unbuffered or diluted tal aerosol.
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