257: Chapter 37 First Layer Heavenly Land 257: Chapter 37 First Layer Heavenly Land In the few seconds following the explosion, Xing Yi had already hit the ground, peering northward with a periscope-like device.
——On the assault front, two thousand soldiers per kiloter, fifty tanks, fifty Martial Artists…
——Electromagnetic waves can pinpoint the positions of mid-level officers, yet they’re in positions we can’t directly attack…
Xing Yi put down the optical aid in his hand and stealthily moved backward.
Just now, the reminder from Hero Jianxi had taken effect.
The sudden end of the sandstorm had thrown the Heroes’ retreat plans into disarray.
Tao Enhai simply couldn’t be delayed any longer, so the surgery had to be completed within the encirclent.
Of course, the Heroes weren’t unprepared for such a scenario.
But no matter how one looked at it, the situation was extrely dire.
[How long do we need to hold out?
What step is the surgery at?]They communicated using the temporary cipher chosen.
[The surgery will be over soon.] Bai Man crouched low, within the khaki-colored camouflage fabric, the Vector Injectors on his back were constantly adjusting angles, while the individual External Armors were also adjusting to optimize the aerodynamic profile.
He conveyed through electromagnetic waves: [We don’t need to hold out for long.]
Great Hero Baiman looked at the enemy formation in the distance and said, [Follow plan D-3?
Should you retreat first?]
[Let’s use D-2,] Xing Yi said: [I will stay, Chai Lao will stay, the Tan brothers leave first to draw their attention.
The Pixiu brothers wait until the surgery is done.]
[It won’t be easy to escape later.]
[Don’t start that again.
We agreed to let you escape first.
Letting you confront that cadre was already a big favor, what now?] Xing Yi was blunt, [With the Pseudo Star Device at your side, and such vast room for improvent in Martial Arts, you not escaping is already not giving us face.]
Great Hero Baiman was silent for a few seconds: [True…
then, I’m counting on you.
Check the ti, you decide the timing for the first wave.]
The few of them quickly synchronized their ti through the communication.
Then, Baiman began his final adjustnts.
In a situation where the enemy outnumbered them, it was necessary to find a way to suppress the enemy’s firepower.
Otherwise, it would an taking a passive beating.
Even if one’s body is as tough as a warship, it could still be torn to shreds by fierce firepower.
And to counter firepower, a Martial Artist had only three thods—block sight and hearing, dodge, and make the enemy hesitate to use their weapons.
Iron Dust pertains to the first thod, movent technique to the second, and Xiang Shan’s use of buildings to place himself near the Scientific Knight Order’s database and labs, preventing countless soldiers from using heavy weapons, pertains to the third.
To isolate perception and dodge in front of a large army is utterly useless.
The latter is self-explanatory; once bullets reach a certain density, dodging becos aningless.
As for the forr…
ha, let’s not even discuss natural phenona like sandstorms that cause widespread interference.
If you dare to set up a hectare of tal Aerosol in front of a large army, the enemy will simply bomb everything within the aerosol’s range.
Against an army, the only effective way to block heavy firepower is to break through.
This was Baiman’s plan to buy ti.
As long as they engage in close quarters, the combat units with heavy firepower would naturally hesitate to use them.
But charging into enemy lines presents another problem—Dense Formations are the bane of all combat fighting techniques.
This demands that those who charge alone must possess far superior solo combat abilities, capable of quickly neutralizing nearby threats and continuously moving at high speed amidst them.
——A fine line between life and death…
Great Hero Baiman said to himself.
——A line is just perfect.
[So, let’s get started!
First batch!]
Xing Yi yelled.
Between the Heroes and the vast army of Protectors, rows of tal Aerosol bombs suddenly exploded.
These were originally planned for gradual release as a cover during the southern breakout, but the situation was urgent, leaving no choice but to deploy them now.
The sightlines of both parties were imdiately blocked.
The officers had grown accustod to such sights.
They commanded so soldiers to hold their position temporarily and set up artillery positions.
And a few seconds later, the first barrage of intense gunfire ca through.
The distance between the two sides was about six kiloters, a range where bullets were still dangerous.
Several soldiers were instantly knocked down, but no one paid them any attention.
The dical team rushed out imdiately, picking up the soldiers’ heads.
anwhile, a few brave Martial Artists with exceptional external strength rushed to the front line, preparing to catch bullets with their hands to deduce the positions of the gunners by touch.
This indeed was an advanced technique, but not yet an “Ultimate Technique.”
But at that mont, several Martial Artists quickly adjusted the focus of their Prosthetic Eyes.
In the depths of the silvery tal Aerosol, they saw a hint of crimson.
That crimson quickly turned to gold-red, spreading rapidly before turning into a blazing white light.
In just an instant, that cloud of tal Aerosol was ignited.
——Damn…
Dozens of Martial Artists, focused intently on that spot, had their optic nerves scorched by the intense stimulation.
Prosthetics Eye protection chanisms automatically kicked in, adjusting the exposure.
In that extrely brief mont, they lost their sight.
Only a very few with higher-grade prosthetic eyes witnessed the next scene.
A fire wire shot out from the bright flank, tracing a complex arc on the ground.
“Fire, fire!”
……………………………………
As the tal aerosol rose up like a wall unexpectedly, Baiman made his move.
He ripped off the camouflage from his body and sprinted furiously with his legs.
The air intakes, hidden in various parts of his body, had already sucked in and compressed enough atmosphere to fill his fra.
Then, robust energy instantaneously turned it into plasma.
The plasma propellant was injected into the acceleration chamber, constrained and further accelerated by a powerful magnetic field, and then sprayed out from the Vector Injector nozzles all over his body.
Equipped with the Pseudo Star Device capable of powering spacecraft, it was possible to indulge in such luxury, directly using air as a propellant!
In the first second, Baiman’s speed exceeded three tis the speed of sound.
Turbulence seed to automatically avoid this monster hurtling at more than fifteen tis the speed of sound.
He ignited the tal aerosol, detoured around the flank, and charged toward the enemy’s main formation.
The montary brightness of the aerosol provided the perfect coverage!
Baiman continued to charge forward, constantly adjusting the angles of the Vector Injectors while maintaining an extrely high speed, and ran a complex trajectory on the ground.
By the fourth second, he had reached the front of the military formation.
And the first wave of heavy firepower from the opposition hadn’t even been deployed!
He was like a herd of stampeding elephants smashing into a flock of sheep.
Not dodging or avoiding, he simply protected his head with his arms and charged straight ahead, using enemy soldiers to decelerate!
The sides of Baiman’s prosthetic arms, his chest, and back, areas that didn’t emphasize agility, were fitted with parts of the external armor from Tao Enhai’s aircraft.
These pieces of external armor were difficult to work on Earth, so they were installed on Baiman’s body almost without altering their shape.
These armors could withstand cosmic dust and tiny teorites at a few percent of the speed of light and were of a completely different grade than the prosthetic bodies of ordinary soldiers.
Baiman smashed directly into the position for over thirty ters, killing more than forty people.
At this point, his speed had also dropped to around seven mach.
For Baiman, this was a manageable speed.
Ordinary soldiers were no longer a concern.
The only thing that could harm Baiman was the firearms in their hands.
But since Baiman had already rushed into their ranks, they couldn’t use heavy weapons against him.
He lightly grabbed the barrel of a tank, using it to change direction.
And in the instant he gripped it, Baiman truly experienced what was different about this prosthetic body.
Many of the joints in this body had independent mini magnetic fields, and joints were not only bonded by tallic parts but also by the strength of these magnetic fields.
The carefully designed magnetic fields interlocked, able to disperse forces at an extrely fast rate throughout the field, easing the pressure on materials.
And the internal sensors constantly sensed the minute changes in the magnetic fields.
Those who were skilled in this area could map these sensations onto their sense of touch, utilizing innate instincts to process this complex information.
Thus, a Martial Artist who had mastered the magnetic fields could feel “power” to a greater extent than those equipped with pressure-sensitive parts.
It’s said that in prosthetic bodies capable of moving at one percent of the speed of light, many parts are even connected by magnetic fields to minimize friction to the utmost extent.
Baiman had only briefly experienced the sensation of magnetic transmission during testing and mapped it to his sense of touch.
This was also his first ti applying it in actual combat.
—Not bad at all…
He thought this, as the Vector Injector abruptly changed direction and at the sa ti his arms flung the tank out, radically altering his body’s course.
The tank flew over ten ters, crushing several soldiers who couldn’t dodge in ti.
Throwing a tank was indeed Cyber Martial Arts at its most profound!
Baiman repeated the technique, hurling several tanks in succession and using the reactive force of the throws to change his own orientation.
Added to his sustained speed of seven to eight mach, ordinary soldiers had no chance to aim at him.
Many Protectors intended to evade, but they were too slow, getting instantly cut down.
For a mont, Baiman actually cleared an open space within the Protectors’ main formation.
Baiman roared as the ammunition compartnts on his arms swung open, dropping tal aerosol bombs one after another, exploding amidst the Protector’s forces.
In this area, the Protectors couldn’t bomb away all the regions covered by the aerosol!
“Holy smokes, this is crossing the First Layer Heavenly Land!” Hamuki exclaid: “That old fellow’s Pseudo Star Device indeed fell into the hands of an Earth Hero.”
In the chaos, dozens more bullets ca flying from six kiloters away.
These were mostly aid at conspicuous Martial Artists and officers.
As the Heroes lacked drones to gather weather conditions, their accuracy was not great.
But there were simply too many Protectors.
Even if they didn’t hit their intended targets, they would always manage to knock down a few soldiers.
Hamuki noticed this and imdiately issued an order: “A Squadron!
Never mind that Hero, give …”
At that instant, the communication terminal.
Baiman would not be without his electromagnetic pulse!
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