Dig deep into the fog. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Instead of stupidly reaching out and groping in the dark, I used all I could to adjust the main detector of the reloaded exoskeleton to find a special optical spectrum that could penetrate the fog.

This action is not a whim, but the result of deep thought.

Being able to shield the haze of almost all spectral systems, combined with the strong electromagnetic interference that spreads across Mars, any combat unit that penetrates into it will become blind, friend or foe.

How can this battle be fought?

Since the enemy is going to fight an ambush, it is impossible not to take into account the question of how their tactical units will fight in the haze.

I firmly believe that smog is not a full spectrum.

There must be one or even several spectrums that can penetrate the haze.

All I have to do is find the special spectral rays as soon as possible.

This is not only my own lifeline, but also a major reliance on the troops to fight the ambush.

Of course, all of this is premised on me being able to live to transmit spectral information.

In order not to be suspicious of the enemy watching in the shadows, I maintained a slow movement through the fog, and even made the heavy infantry stretch out their arms and make the illusion of groping their way forward.

The enemy must think I'm one of those tenacious idiots.

For myself and my comrades, I want to play the stupid guy more realistically.

Or don't you have to play it, I came here alone, I am?

I'm sure there are multiple weapons aimed at me.

If the enemy wanted to, they could instantly beat it into a sieve, and the armor of the heavy infantry would not be of much use.

The reason why they did not do this was because they considered that the sound of the explosion would alarm the subsequent reconnaissance forces.

The eyes are constantly moving back and forth between the user interface and the main monitoring screen. It is necessary not only to observe the actual effect after switching the spectrum, but also to operate the monitor and adjust the observation mode in the way of visual focus.

I wish I had compound eyes to get this job done faster.

Time is limited, and I don't know how long the enemy will let me "hang out".

If I didn't find the correct penetration spectrum in time, I had to force the flare out before I died.

The chances of being noticed by others are slim to none, and I won't do it unless I have to.

There was no vision, so I maxed out the sensitivity thresholds for both the sound source and vibration sensors.

In addition to the sound and vibration of my own movements, the howling air currents from the outside world, the collapse of small stones, and even the shock waves of underground magma hitting the volcanic structure will form a clear warning signal on the sensor.

In less than a minute, I was able to revert the threshold back to default, and the continuous unwanted alarms were not only ineffective, but also distracting.

Now for use, it really outweighs the loss.

Walk alone in the fog.

Lonely efforts, unsuccessful are death, and even if they succeed, they may not necessarily survive.

I was on the verge of life and death, but I wasn't nervous at all.

Is it because you are used to it?

With the deep ultraviolet, the spectral rays close to the adjustment limit of the detector are excited, and on the blurred eyepiece, a craggy building and a little light and shadow loom in it.

Seeing the situation around me, I was so frightened that my legs weakened, and the spirit of calmly dying disappeared from my body in the blink of an eye.

I expected an ambush of enemy blocking troops, and I thought about seeing light and heavy infantry as well as heavy tanks.

Once the main observer regained its vision, it was expected to see enemies, and I was prepared to see many enemies.

What I didn't imagine was that the lineup of enemies in front of me was so huge.

Not one or two infantry platoons, not heavy infantry squads, squadrons, not a couple of tanks or infantry vehicles or anything like that.

In front of me were patches of light infantry, groups of heavy infantry, and dense queues of chariots.

The gods and Buddhas in the sky are above, I am just an ordinary infantryman, I don't have the power to overwhelm the mountains and seas, and I don't have the courage to sweep thousands of armies, what do you mean by letting me directly crash into the formed mechanized troops?

I'm just a little lucky, I don't have to play tricks on people, right?

As I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do, I heard the roar of the engine of the chariot group in the direction of the canyon behind me.

I stiffened my neck and turned my head to look at the sand and dust rising in the direction of the canyon.

In low-light night vision mode, the dust storm connecting the sky and the earth is as obvious as a giant black flagpole.

"Can't you see the smog? Reincarnation doesn't take it with such a rush! ”

I just felt thirsty and out of breath.

There was a commotion all around.

As far as the eye could see, the enemy couldn't wait to move.

Their movements reminded me of wolves, a species of animals endemic to the earth, who are usually lazy and rush to hunt first when they see delicious prey.

I stood in enemy formation, without cover protection or deliberate dodging, and I was simply a fixed target.

It was so easy that he could kill me with just a hand, but no one paid attention to me.

Large groups of enemies swarmed in the direction of the canyon.

I stood like a fool in the enemy's ranks.

Why am I still alive?

It's not because of outstanding ability, and it's not because of heroism.

The reason I live is simply because I'm a guy who doesn't matter in everyone's eyes.

They didn't even bother to waste bullets for me.

Feelings of loneliness and frustration are fleeting, and I am inexplicable about my own emotional disorders.

Angry, tyrannical, and perverse, I took on the negative emotions of a human form, urging the heavy exoskeleton to run wild in the enemy line.

I don't know why I'm angry?

Is it because someone let me go? Or is it because even the enemy ignores my presence?

I didn't know the answer, I just wanted to vent the anger in my chest.

A detachment of light infantry ran past the eyes, and they ignored me, the obvious enemy.

"Unforgivable! Face your back to the enemy on the battlefield. ”

Gritting my teeth and muttering to myself, the heavy exoskeleton crashed into the crowd, and the soldiers flew up with screams and scattered all over the ground.

If the hoplites had mouths, I would have spat on them.

"Let you underestimate me!"

An infantry vehicle passed by, machine guns and anti-tank missiles were pointed in front of me, and even the suppression system did not turn in my direction.

"Idiot, am I not big? Or are your eyes bigger, such an iron guy standing next to the car, and you didn't even see it?! ”

"You guys are underestimating people, aren't you?"

I didn't roar in the cockpit.

The volley flew into the air and landed on the roof of the car as the cannon pressed against the commander who had just turned his head.

Zero direct shot.

The hapless commander shattered in front of the muzzle. Scarlet, gleaming flares flew diagonally into the air.

I picked up the cannon and stabbed it straight into the bloody captain's seat, once, twice, three times.

The howitzers fired, the chariot bulged, and I was thrown into the air as the explosion and scattered debris.

The sweet smell of blood rushed out of the throat.

The small pump next to the respirator was activated to help me clean the blood clot from my mouth.

The chest was tight.

The blood spat out did not relieve the pressure on the chest.

Activate the Jetpack, not to slow down, but to find new enemies faster.

I became a humanoid cannonball, crashing into the roof of a heavy tank.

It was like hitting the ground straight on, and the force of the shock almost made me faint, but the anger still didn't intend to let me rest.

I raised the cannon again, and whether it was loaded or not, it was about to be activated when it hit the roof of the vehicle, regardless of whether it was loaded or not.

Error warnings ringing in your ears.

"Gentemade, the barrel is deformed. It's so easy to break, the guys in the Ordnance Department, they're all shot! ”

As I cursed, I picked up my sword and stabbed it down.

Sparks were splashing around, and the damn top lid didn't even have a crack.

"The roof of the chariot can't be pierced, and it's useless to bring a war knife! Lincoln, didn't you say that this configuration can fight a tank! ”

I almost went crazy, and I didn't even spare my comrades in heaven.

With a dull sound, I used my sword as a hammer and smashed it continuously on the roof of the heavy chariot.

Irresistible power came from underfoot.

I fell out of the right side of the chariot.

The heavy tanks are finally starting to fight back.

It's not surprising, it's not normal for me to toss around on the top cover.

As I fell, a bright line of fire grazed through where I had been a moment ago, straight into the void.

"Damn lucky, can't you just let me kill this chariot by chance? I don't want to live anymore, okay! ”

I don't know what I'm angry about. The impact of the fall on the ground made me spit blood again. I don't care though, I just want to vent.

Without waiting to regain balance, start the jetpack again.

Amid the alarm, an explosion occurred in the back.

I was thrust forward with great force, straight for the chariot that had just thrown me off.

I stretched out my arms and hugged the pillar-like mechanical legs.

It was thrown off balance by the sudden movement.

Then I saw the belly of the chariot pressing against me.

The cannon is gone, the knives are gone, and I am now left with only a directional blasting charge for the engineers.

Damn, what am I doing with this? Why not bring an anti-tank mine?

"No matter, the blasting charge is the blasting charge!"

I must have killed the red eye. What you see on the eyepiece display is bright red.

Hold your hand against the blasting charge to excite the detonator.

The heavy chariot is struggling desperately.

"Humph! Lao Tzu is below you, you can't shake off the ......"

The explosion lifted me up, and the field of vision turned pitch black as the sharp changes accelerated.

Hit something in the back, and the successive impacts made me vomit a third mouthful of blood.

When everything calmed down, the pain fell apart.

"Huh...... Hehehe...... Hahaha! Lao Tzu is not dead. Under such a toss, Lao Tzu is still alive! ”

I swung my fist at the chaos of the battlefield.

At this moment, the depression in the chest can be released.