Although in the room where the electromagnetic jammer was placed just now, the residual electromagnetic waves completely destroyed my radio communication system. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But I know that if I had been in the hallway just now, my spacesuit would have been finished. But I know that the situation below is even more tragic than here, just now a grenade-sized electromagnetic jammer can cover the area covered by two Mirage tanks, and now this full-powered electromagnetic jammer is the size of a high-explosive shell of a World War II Allied battleship, and its power covers most of the tarmac! Countless spacesuits were lost in the murmur of electromagnetic waves, and thousands of strange and different emotions (none of which were not negative) jumped into my mind, just like suddenly entering a large amount of messy data into a computer with a very low capacity, and my brain was seriously stuck. Strange, Phantom Tank's Phantom Mode shields my "Strange Features"?

While thinking about this question, I had already gone downstairs and took a breath. The Mirage tanks on the tarmac had been damaged quite a bit, and several different tanks were exposed with broken wires and burned electric panels, constantly wailing in grief. The tarmac was littered with spacesuits, and a few spacesuits staggered along the road as if they were drunk. The reason why I called it a "spacesuit" is because I didn't feel a little bit of life in it when I got closer. It stands to reason that I should feel the presence of both living and dead people who die for a short time, but this principle does not work very well on the moon. Because of what? Moon? Electromagnetic interference waves? Mirage Tank? I didn't think about these issues when I passed the tarmac because I ran (or jumped) and had already formed wind around me. As I approached the units that were hidden by the Phantom Tank, I could see groups of maintenance crews coming out of the non-broken vehicles to repair the ones that weren't badly damaged. Some of the astronauts were transported to several vehicles with red cross tags as fast as they could, and others were under the communications radar, and I could feel their impatience even with the shield of the Mirage tank.

It's none of my business, because my goal is already in sight. Another battle fortress, seemingly unaffected, still trying to drive in a safe direction. Originally, he and I didn't interfere with the river water, but the protests up and down my spacesuit were too serious, and most of the electronic components fell into a state of inefficiency or even stopped working, and I had to think about replacing it. But it would be suicidal to rush into the coverage area of the Phantom Tank (as I approached the unaffected coverage area of the Phantom Tank, I saw that although more than half of the units were in chaos, the remaining half were still in order, and it was unwise to rush in in Yuri's spacesuit), and since a battle fortress was sent to the door on its own initiative, I couldn't ignore it.

I slowed down. Access to the battle fortress was nothing more than two directions: the turret and the tail. The turret was too high for me to climb up, and even if I did, it would be difficult to ensure that I could safely open the turret roof and enter the battle fortress without being harmed. So I picked up a bazooka on the ground. Although the firepower and accuracy of the Allied bazooka are very strong, they are basically used by rocket pilots because they are too bulky; On the moon, because each soldier has a rocket thruster behind him, the gravity of the moon is much lower than that of the earth, and the soldier carrying the bazooka is not a drudgery nor a "white elephant" who drags down the mobility of the troops.

I picked up the bazooka. It's a heavy thing on Earth, and even on the Moon, it's heavier than the bazooka used by the allied air defense infantry on Earth. For some reason, my faith at the moment is not as calm as the weight of a bazooka. I don't know if it will fall short or exceed what I asked for it.

There is no such thing as a "nice arc", and if a rocket does not hit the battle fortress directly in front of it in a straight line, the thing should be eliminated. Smoke rose from the tail of the battle fortress, but it didn't explode, only the door at the tail was blown open. The flames of the explosion illuminated the surrounding darkness, and even obscured the fog around the Phantom Tank, which was particularly dazzling in the entire chaotic tarmac, but the silence on the moon made the explosion and fire even more eerie. Maybe the enemy won't bother with this explosion for a while, maybe they'll take it seriously...... But it's none of my business. No matter how the enemy reacts, I and the spacesuit will have no time.

The battle fortress came to a slow halt ahead. I jumped forward with a lunge, and the moment the Battle Fortress came to a standstill, I entered the decompression chamber behind the Battle Fortress, which had become useless. The power of the shells was modest, but the impact of shrapnel and gunpowder explosions in space was enough to render the few spacesuits inside useless. I ignored those places and opened the door to the driver's cab in the decompression chamber. The space of the lunar version of the Battle Fortress is too small, and the biggest reason is this decompression chamber. Although the door to enter the decompression chamber is not easy to open, the door on the inner floor is less troublesome.

Opening the door, there was a small space between the cab and the decompression chamber, from which several human bodies flew out, as well as a large number of blood droplets floating in the air. Before I could see clearly how many corpses and a few living people were left inside, I only felt that a few people inside the cockpit door seemed to be about to come out, and when I saw that the situation outside was not right, I immediately closed the door again and hid. Amusing. Did he think that as long as he closed the door, I couldn't do anything about him? Walking into this "entrance", I closed the door of the decompression room behind me, closed my eyes and began to "meditate". Strange to say, in my mind, there was actually a scene behind the cab door!

That's right, there were five frightened enemies in the cab, armed with guns ready to fight to the death. Three were armed with pistols and two were assault rifles, all of which surrounded the doorway of the cab. There were also a dozen enemies behind them who were attracted by the flames of the explosion and rushed to join in the fun. What a hassle, I cursed to myself, then threw down the bazooka, installed another rocket at the door of the cab, opened the door to the decompression chamber, and avoided myself into the "decompression chamber" that existed in name only. When the explosion sounded in the hallway, I suddenly realized that the reason why the door of the cab did not fly towards the side of the room I was in was because the shock wave after the bomb exploded was directed at the cab! A strong air flow formed at the door of the decompression chamber, and as far as the eye could see, a mess of miscellaneous items and weapons, as well as three or four guys with their mouths wide open and dying in fear and pain, "fished out" from the doorway. When the blasted door was also caught up in the air pressure, and nothing else flew out, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the hallway, and closed the door to the decompression chamber. In the Battle Fortress of "Viper 2", they have a habit of locking their spacesuits in the wardrobe on the side of the wheelhouse, and they hope that the owner of this Battle Fortress will also have this habit.