Dragged the warrior's prosthetic body away from the metal aerosol mass and sliced diagonally through a squadron to the southwest, then stopped behind a rock and placed the warrior on the ground.

In this area, he has about three minutes to stop.

Several drops of liquid dripped from under the motorcycle. This is the coolant. Xiang Shan is consuming coolant in a ferocious way. At this time, when the coolant temperature is only slightly higher than normal temperature, he expels the coolant from the body.

Not just prosthetics, but also motorcycles. The motorcycle, which has been modified for several hours, not only adds a shock-absorbing carbon fiber silencing layer to the inner layer of the case, but also has a more refined cooling system.

This is to minimize the protection from infrared capture.

Because the density of iron blooms is not large enough, it can only cause communication obstacles and hinder electromagnetic wave-based radar, but it cannot hinder the passive detection of visible light or infrared rays.

This part has to be made up by the cooling system.

And Xiang Shan chose the most unreasonable method, consuming these coolants, as if these coolants did not cost money......

Ah, wait, it seems that when he moved these coolants out of the "Sandstorm Ghost" Dazhai warehouse, those green forests were really managed by him for money?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Xiang Shan pressed his hands under the broken body of the prosthetic man, and used his dexterity to shake down the screws and loosen the physical interface, disintegrating all possibilities for warning. Xiang Shan's fingers and palms made crisp sounds, as if they were in harmony with some kind of primitive music.

With these sounds, the outer armor and parts of the warrior fell off, revealing the interfaces of several internal devices.

Xiang Shan first connected an interface to the interface on his body, took over with internal strength, and then unplugged the battery, and then continued to unplug other components. Finally, Xiang Shan pulled out the storage device and the central chip from the martial man's cranial cavity.

He dug up a complete friend or foe identifier from this guy's body.

It's a question and answer machine. When encountering an unknown target, you can send a string of signals to identify yourself and ask the other party to respond. And when asked, you can also quickly send feedback to identify yourself.

It is impossible for Xiang Shan to put this thing on himself, the most important thing is that he can't put it on. With such a large pendant on his body, he can't do it quietly.

But in Xiangshan's current motorcycle, there is a pre-designed space.

It is estimated that there are not many macho men who dismantle the enemy and me identifier from the enemy's body on the spot in this era. This operation made the prosthetic eyes of the warrior who was still alive flicker.

This is to express the horror of the heart.

This forced Xiang Shan to remove his eyeballs so that the flash would not send a signal in the form of Morse code or other clear code to attract enemies. Then, he dug a pit with his bare hands and buried what was left of the warrior in it.

This is to prevent the enemy from finding the remains of this warrior too early, and discovering that he has acquired a friend or foe identifier.

It's just that with the friend or foe identifier, this battlefield is still not friendly. Asylum seekers will not prepare just one identification device.

Xiang Shan waited in this area for about three minutes. After waiting for another mass of metal aerosol to move to the designated position, he got on his motorcycle and moved quickly.

Not far behind him, a series of explosions flashed in flames, dragging Wu Zu's shadow to the ground.

Presumably, the Protector got on a short-range surface-to-surface missile.

Xiang Shan sighed. Those green forests cowering in defensive positions are probably more auspicious.

However, the movement of missile ignition also revealed the location of more of the shelterer's troops.

"Hey, the more you use this primitive method to observe the surrounding troops, the more nostalgic you are for two hundred years ago." Xiang Shan shook his head: "If there is still a spy satellite to hack me at this time, then where is there such trouble." ”

It's the truth.

Xiang Shan remembers that at the "very beginning", the rebels included not only warrior hackers who hijacked satellites and used some satellites as broilers, but also satellite developers such as David Crane. Those knights have a very good understanding of satellites. They can load a set of malicious code from the network to the ground station and then into the satellite in orbit in a very short time.

A decapitation squad composed of early warriors can even penetrate through the marching ranks that are only a few hundred meters apart, without arousing a little vigilance, and finally achieve the operation of "taking the head of the general among the ten thousand armies".

And now, it seems that this system has been toppled on a physical level as well.

It's just that Xiangshan must have also experienced the battle of "no satellite". Otherwise, he would not have been so skillful in formulating a beheading plan.

It's just that he doesn't remember what happened between this "early" and "later" times.

The relevant memories are still blank, so Xiang Shan simply doesn't want to.

With the help of the friend or foe identifier, he was able to get a little closer to the enemy.

After crossing the next blockade, Xiang Shan took a watermelon-sized object from his motorcycle.

An EMP bomb.

He calculated that no other squads had ever been in the area. So this countdown bomb can be disguised as a "just triggered EMP mine".

After setting the 30-meter countdown, ride a motorcycle to the mountain and accelerate.

At the moment when the countdown returned to zero, Xiang Shan felt a pain all over his body. His cloak can reflect a part of the electromagnetic pulse, and his whole body is also well protected from electromagnetic pulses. However, a keen tactile simulator can still sense a small amount of abnormal current.

Luckily, it didn't cause any major problems.

Xiang Shan looked at the team in front of him who was in chaos because of the sudden EMP, jumped up from the motorcycle, and ran towards the motorcycle at a faster speed.

It doesn't matter if there are no metal aerosols in this area, EMP has you covered!

…………………………………………………………………………

Balbo stood on his chariot, looking at the desert in front of him, without saying a word.

The desert is still the same. The high-pressure air from the north turned into a strong wind and galloped freely on the flat ground. Due to the lack of vegetation, the floating soil is pulled up by the wind, forming a light veil in the low-altitude area, which is particularly beautiful in the moonlight.

It was a normal sight.

But when he realized that the dust was mixed with metal aerosol particles, Balbo felt a sense of danger.

If it's just to escape, do you need to make such a big battle?

Admittedly, this vast metal aerosol could indeed bring some convenience to their escape and some trouble to the march, but at best it only delayed the time when they were caught up by a few hours.

It is impossible for a knight not to carry supplies. If they were using vehicles to carry supplies, they would most likely need to deploy their solar panels during the day to replenish their energy – which meant they would not be able to travel during the day.

In other words, unless they are willing to abandon all supplies and escape with prosthetics. Otherwise, they will surely be overtaken.

Now this would only disrupt their march and delay them a little.

"No, if they can have any purpose...... Counterattack? ”

But when the thought came to him, Balbo was amused by his own thoughts.

A handful of elite recoil armies are not impossible. But to achieve all this, you must first have the most elite prosthetics, then the strongest inner master to disrupt the army's firepower, and finally have a controlled satellite network to ensure the integrity of intelligence and vision.

Those knights on the other side can't reach any of them.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable tingle in his tactile simulator, and a small amount of pixel flickering on his prosthetic eye.

"Electromagnetic pulse? Not again? Balbo sighed and said, "Give me the bearing!" ”

Soon the technical class calculated the approximate location. Balbo also entered this set of coordinates into the map, comparing it with several previous EMP mines.

"Huh? This mine is quite off course...... Could it be that the previous planning of their escape route was wrong? Or did they go far to lay mines? ”

After thinking for a moment, Balbo readjusted his plan for the escape routes of the knights.

As soon as the EMP onslaught had eased, he uploaded a new escape route and moved the three wings to the southwest.

At the same time, flares shot up into the sky.

According to the regulations, after the impact of the EMP has passed, each unit will quickly self-check and report the existing information at the same time. But this time, due to the influence of metal aerosols, there is a possibility that many troops will not be able to return information even if they are not directly affected by the EMP.

This caused great inconvenience to Balbo's work.

However, the forces around the center of the EMP outbreak may indeed be unable to respond for a long time.

Balbo still has patience at this point.

But soon, he sensed something was wrong.

"Wide-area low-density metal aerosol ......," he muttered.

Metal aerosols can refract most commonly used electromagnetic waves. And the electromagnetic pulse is also an electromagnetic wave.

When necessary, metal aerosols can be used as electromagnetic protection.

The metal aerosols present on the battlefield should be able to protect the troops in the EMP while interfering with their communications.

And after the EMP just now, the troops that gradually restored their communications......

The troops who didn't give back just now......

Balbo closed his eyes, his consciousness sketching on the map.

Then he opened his eyes in shock.

- No, how is this possible?

Those troops who did not give feedback at the first time just now were connected into a line.

This line cut into the search line of the troops from the northernmost point and rushed straight towards him.

It's like a throwing knife.

- It's not scientific! How did he do it......

At this time, an exclamation came from all around.

Balbo looked up. Like a sandstorm, a cloud of silver smoke appeared directly north of his team.

This is not a slow-release or diluted metal aerosol.