Perception has been discovered, and within the tens of seconds between the soldiers firing, what I focus on is to feel, to experience, the phenomenon that is similar to the perception of the brain domain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I believe that if some creatures are to rely on the flesh to achieve long-distance communication and tactical coordination with each other, the function must be concentrated in the brain.

First the attack was the place where it took place, and then the surrounding area was stimulated by the impulses of that special bioelectricity.

I didn't jump to conclusions right away, and I let the battle unfold and concentrate on perceiving the convergence of these bioelectricity.

Explosions, gunshots, howls, screams, and the shouts of soldiers filled the surroundings.

Instead of participating in it, I continued to feel the similar, individual and many different bioelectric signals traveling and reverberating in space.

It was a much more special, more clear and more responsive. Whenever a subhuman bioelectric signal is transmitted, there must be such a response.

This response came from somewhere about five kilometers away from the battlefield. It is not only a pulse signal of bioelectricity, but also has the characteristics of mechanical and electronic communication waves.

I've found a messenger relay for the sub-people.

Their communication station turned out to be alive.

Confirmed that the subhumans were able to communicate and coordinate, my spirits were lifted, and my head, which was swollen from the transition to using my senses, became lighter.

Next, as long as I feel the thinking mode of that communication station and analyze the content of their exchanges, I can be regarded as truly analyzing the intelligence collusion system of the subhumans.

I have a feeling that many of the irrationalities in this war will be answered in the subsequent intelligence analysis.

I couldn't wait, I expanded my perception to touch the strange network that existed in the neural circuit.

"Sir, get out of the way!"

This time, it wasn't the perception that pulled me back to reality, but the auditory alert.

Instead of observing who and why, he immediately rolled off the back of the scooter.

In a loud bang, the front of the scooter was raised high, and then the rear part of the seat position disintegrated into a part state.

Before I could close my visor, I endured the shockwave stinging my cheeks as I watched through my arm shield.

Something that had never been seen before, flying in mid-air, flashed by. All I could see was its large, open wings, and the network of blood vessels beneath the translucent wings.

"What the hell?"

Wood: "You're finally awake, there are a lot of monsters this time, look at how this mess is cleaned up!" ”

Wood didn't even look back, and told me the point. A mess on the battlefield.

Flying in the air, not much larger than the starting chariot, and humanoid monsters that had been seen before. They all show the same characteristics in my perception.

They are all products of genetic modification similar to that of subhumans and salaman.

I told myself not to be deceived by the illusion in front of me, but in fact these are human beings, genetically modified human beings.

It took a few repetitions before my mind calmed down.

The scene was indeed very ugly, the team had been broken up, and the warriors, with all the cover they could find, were obscenely out of sight of the monsters, launching sneak attacks from time to time.

However, a closer look found that the appearance was miserable, the situation was bad, and the soldiers did not suffer too many casualties. The previous few times the miserable situation of being torn apart and dripping with blood is gone.

Fighters are basically armed with shotguns with single bullets, or sniper rifles with strong penetration and small-caliber recoilless guns. Every blow they hit can put a certain amount of pressure on the sub-people, and they will no longer be killed by assault rifles like before, and these monsters will not dodge. Whenever there is a burst of fire from the defensive line, there are always sub-men to dodge or be overturned all at once.

Although the Asians suffered no casualties, their offensive was still thwarted.

Farouk: "Hey, what's the result of the chief's investigation?" It's not bad for me to win, but it's not easy to lose. ”

Without the pressure of my comrades' casualties and almost immediate defeat, my mood relaxed. After more contact, I found out that Farouk, a rough man, has his own cuteness, and this guy who is vulgar on the surface actually has a lot of ghost ideas. Before the war, such a formation was determined, and it was ridiculed by Wood and Xuedai that it was the veteran oiler who dug the paste into space. The results of the actual operation were truly unexpected.

"My assumption is right, they use bioelectric signals to coordinate information over long distances, as long as I have some more time, I can guarantee that I can crack it."

Farouk: "It's not the youngest major I've ever seen, it's a hero out of a teenager, okay, brothers, I'll give up my lives to play with you this time." ”

This guy has this kind of ability, if he wants to praise you, he must praise you very comfortably, without making people blush.

Wood: "Cut! Sycophants. ”

With the support of the battle array, this encounter actually reached a war of attrition. I had plenty of time to validate my ideas.

First, look at the new sub-units, which combine reload, fly, and general. If I'm not mistaken, the one five kilometers away could be seen as an information support model.

It's unimaginable that humans can change so much through genetic modification.

However, the number of sub-people is not large, which is also obvious, and it is unknown whether it is due to the difficulty of production or other reasons that cannot be invested in too much combat power for the time being.

Faced with the dazzling size of the Asians, who were constantly roaring, I temporarily discarded their appearance, and imagined them in my mind as normal human beings. Finding a hidden location, I calmed down, intently feeling the bioelectric signals coming from them.

Gradually, some strange logic, but clearly understood meanings came to mind.

Heavy subhumans in the direction of 11 o'clock: "Advance to the designated location." Encountered the heavy weapons of the ancestors. Pain. Ask to retreat to the side of the bunker. ”

Humanoid subhuman at 1 o'clock: "Firepower." Push can't. ”

Flying subhumans in the sky: "The ancestors hate firearms." I can't shake it off, it hurts. ”

It felt like some dumb guys were chatting. If you just listen to the content of these conversations, you will think that a group of patients with low intelligence are playing war games.

But I remember the frenzied way they pounced on the fighters, breaking their limbs and pulling their intestines out of their abdomen.

It feels like these guys are a lot more stupid than Salaman, but they are more than murderous. Compared to their counterparts on Mars, they are more weapons of war than humans.

An extremely clear pulse from a distance caused the subhumans to stop talking.

"Concentrate a little and attack!"

With this pulse, the scattered sub-people disappeared one after another, and those flying in the sky also swooped into the abyss on both sides of the main pathway.

Farouk: "It's over? These guys know they can't handle it, so they've run away! ”

The cheers of the fighters rang out from the positions.

In the face of such a ferocious and terrifying enemy, being able to successfully resist their attacks is enough to make these warriors with little combat experience proud.

Me: "It's not over yet. They are changing formations below, and the next step will be a focused assault, units ready, anti-tank missiles ready. ”

The cheers came to an abrupt end.

Farouk: "Do you know the direction of the attack?" ”

Me: "It's not clear yet, I can give you a warning in a moment." But it won't be too long in advance. ”

Immediately, I listened to Farouk command the soldiers to adjust their formation in a loud voice in the communication loop, and my men also shrank to the core of the position under the command of Yukiyo, ready to face the key assault tactics of the sub-people at any time.

Under the main pathway, the place where the bioelectric impulses converge is the gathering place of the sub-people. They were really preparing for the attack, as ordered by the pulse five kilometers away.

It occurred to me that what would happen if I sent someone to attack the subhuman who gave the order?