The military of this era has a serious dependence on radar. From the marching formation, the battle situation is deduced and the generals who have the decision-making power, and down to the ordinary soldiers who charge ahead and become countless cannon fodder. Without radar, there is basically no way to fight. The development of numerical control radar, phased array radar, photonic signal radar, quantum radar, particle radar, etc., has become an indispensable and powerful auxiliary in warfare. Its effect is equivalent to the other leg of a person, the crutch of a lame person.

Under the radar coverage of accurate signals, even ants can move thousands of kilometers away to see clearly. Tracing and positioning, all rely on radar. If even the area detected by the radar is blank, then there is no need to move to that area, and it is a waste of manpower and material resources.

But many things in the world are relative, and the most advanced radars are not guaranteed to be infallible. Even if the radar can't go wrong, people do! People have thinking and judgment, and when they decide something or judge the outcome of something, it has a lot to do with the surrounding environment. Especially for the vast number of soldiers at the grassroots level. If they can do things easily, they won't use extra energy.

Trust the radar, and they will trust the radar. They will not consider whether the radar signal is correct or whether it will be a false signal deliberately released by the other party, in order to confuse their radar eyes and confuse their line of sight.

Judging from the map, the old factory area where the fat man and his family are located is no more than 11 kilometers away from the temporary camp of the 183rd Division, that is to say, if the search troops on the ground did not rely on radar signals, but did not rely on radar detection, they would probably have discovered their traces long ago by their eyes alone.

If it weren't for the signals displayed on the radar screen, the fighters patrolling in the sky would have discovered some abnormalities on the ground long ago.

But after all, they are only executors, not decision-makers who are as broad-minded, calculating, and thoughtful as the sea. This gives the fat man a chance to exploit the loophole. It became a pebble mixed in the sand, and whether it could be found in the end depended on whether they would be able to find anyone.

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The fat man turned on to be invisible, and the "Duke" stood quietly on the grassland, the wind in the wild was very strong, and the half-human-high wild grass was blown down by the wind. It rises and falls with the wind, like grass-green waves. It's just autumn, and the grass hasn't turned yellow yet, but it's already having some yellowish flavor in it.

The view here is wide open and endless. If you don't turn on the on-board radar detection system, you can't see where the edge is at all.

Dozens of fighter planes have already whistled in the air, and their shuttle patrol range is not large, and it is estimated that it is within a radius of more than ten kilometers, and the purpose is already obvious.

Kilometers away on the ground, the Empire's multi-legged individual armor and heavily armed army soldiers can be seen searching everywhere. But I didn't look at large attack vehicles such as armored vehicles and tanks. The ground is soft, damp, and thick, and the tracks of armored vehicles and tanks are not suitable for walking, and if you pass through wetlands such as meadows, you are likely to sink into them.

Farther away, out of sight of the naked eye, hundreds of mechs searched.

The fat man sneaked all the way here because he hadn't decided on the direction and target of the attack before. Now he found it. According to radar detections, he found a densely populated place six kilometers away. Zooming in on the nearby image, he judged that it should be a temporary command post for the enemy. There were soldiers and men in black.

Whether it is the One Hundred and Eighty-third Division or those men in black, since they appear in the field of vision, even if you are unlucky, the fat man decided to knock him out!

Attacking way, the fat man decided to appear in a flamboyant and domineering way. Since it has been decided to use oneself as bait, it is not in line with the original intention to continue to be invisible. It also failed to achieve the purpose of the operation. If possible, he didn't want to kill, especially in an icy killing machine. But he has no choice now, he doesn't kill people, he doesn't kill a large number of people, he doesn't kill the other party, he is terrified, he doesn't kill flesh and blood, and the scene is bloody and horrifying, so it can't play a deterrent role.

With the camouflage stealth system turned off, the huge fuselage of the "Duke" appeared under the sky, and under the sun, the dark fuselage reflected a deep and dark light, cold and murderous.

Almost instantly, it was captured by the enemy's radar signal, and many people were screaming and shocked. Because the appearance of the "Duke" was so abrupt, they had searched that area not long ago. The huge and dark body of the "Duke" looks like a ghost! Out of thin air!

More than a dozen kilometers away, Lagerdis looked at the target captured on the radar display, zoomed in on the picture, and froze it. There was a bright glint in his eyes, and he praised in a low voice, "A master is a master, a perfect stealth and concealment method!" But you are wrong, you should not be so rampantly exposed to the sun, your appearance is also a sign that your end is coming! ”

"Lieutenant Colonel, the target was found, in the direction of ten o'clock, eleven kilometers from us. Request to attack! The voice from the on-board communicator was also excited, and it was his deputy, Wendy. He is also an excellent level 6 mech warrior. He once accompanied him to fight in the north and south, and made a lot of contributions. According to his deputy, as long as he goes through a few more fierce battles, his hand speed is expected to exceed 60 movements per second, and then he has a chance to become a level 7 mecha warrior like him.

Ragdis was convinced that even if Vendy could break 60 movements per second, he would still have the same respect for him as he had ever been. Because every mecha warrior understands a truth, in a real battle, the speed of the hand is not the key to victory or defeat, but also the reaction speed of the mind, driving skills, on-the-spot play and the experience accumulated on the battlefield. It takes a variety of factors to determine the outcome of a mecha duel.

Not only Wendi asked for battle, but the other five sixth-level mecha warriors also asked for battle, and they needed this merit. The murder of Khaizak shocked the high-level and even sent a written reprimand from the imperial court. Since the start of the war, there have been no royal families who have died, but the royal family that was shot to death in front of thousands of his subordinates, Haizak is still the first, and the mecha driven by the murderer is still snatched over.

This incident is not only the face of the Third Front, but also the face of the royal family. Many bigwigs are watching the progress of the arrest of the murderer. If the murderer can be captured or killed on the spot, fame and status will definitely follow, and no one wants to miss this opportunity.

Ragdis secretly sneered in his heart, they are all a bunch of fools who have been broken out of their brains by the credit they have received! How can such a master be dealt with by a bunch of mediocre talents?

But he wasn't stupid enough to stop these subordinates, because he understood that preventing others from advancing to the higher ranks was like killing their parents, and this kind of hatred would never die. He was not an aristocrat himself, and until he was ten years old, he was still fighting dogs in the slums for food. To be able to get to this point, in addition to his personal efforts, the master behind him should have played a great role.

If he doesn't know the world, doesn't know the world, and makes enemies everywhere, I'm afraid that even the master won't be able to protect him at that time.

Ragdes can lead soldiers, but also be a man.

Shen Sheng ordered, "The whole regiment has it, attack!" ”

The first to take off were six black and red mechs. Wen Di rushed to the front, followed by the other sixth-level mecha warriors. Behind them, a full three hundred and seventy-five standard mecha of the same color and style whistled to follow. They can't fly long distances in the air. Because they all belong to land mechas. After landing with the gravitational recoil device, you have to take off and glide again, which is a troublesome way to travel much faster than on land.

This "Cross Sword" series of mechas, belonging to the seventh generation of mecha of the Empire, is not the most advanced mecha, but it is not the most backward one, and it is much stronger than the "Holy Sword" and "Orderer" that are currently commonly installed in the Alliance. Of course, compared with the latest "Excalibur", it is not half a star. The Alliance's eighth-generation mecha "Excalibur" series is gradually being installed in the troops. Once it becomes widespread on a large scale, the "cross sword" will have to be abused to scum.

But that was later, and for now, the advantage of the "cross sword" still exists. Especially on Burton, the three hundred and seventy-five "Cross Swords" are a group of invincible forces that can sweep through everything, but all enemies who stand in front of them will be destroyed mercilessly!

Ragdes has the confidence to do this. It is also a source of self-confidence. It is true that the other party is a master, but if he can't even break the numerical advantage of his own men. If you can't break through the mecha group and come to the front, it may not be really worth his own hands, in that case, you will let more people bully less. Bombarded to slag by concentrated artillery fire, or beaten and smashed into a pile of scrap metal.

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Through the radar display, hundreds of red points of light were found rapidly approaching in the distance, and the fat man sneered again and again. He was waiting for this moment, and if the other party's mecha group didn't move, he would continue to delay for a few minutes. Not anymore. The distance of more than ten kilometers is less than a few minutes for a mecha.

The enemy on the opposite side didn't know if it was a brain cramp or water, and they dared to rush forward when they saw the mecha. Did they think that a few hundred soldiers without the protection of steel armor and a dozen multi-legged individual armor would be able to stop him?

Since I rushed to find death, I can't blame me.......

The "Duke" suddenly became short, with its head in front of its feet and behind it, and its huge fuselage flew straight out against the blades of grass, as fast as a sharp arrow, and a whistling ink-colored streamer. A powerful jet of blue flame from behind his heel scorched a large patch of barren grass, and the green smoke curled and scorched with a scorched smell. A two-meter-wide black fire-like trail appeared, looking down from the air, like a black ink mark on the grass-green grassland.

However, his appearance brought with him a rain of blood, mutilated limbs, and death......