Ye Suqin, who had entered the combat state, turned into a swift lone wolf.

It's different from the mercenaries around you who have been conscripted and gone to the battlefield purely for tomorrow's rations. Ye Suqin has been systematically trained, and he has participated in countless battles, large and small, and survived. His battlefield acumen and adaptability are incomparable to those recruits, even veterans who have been tested by several battles.

Raise the gun, collect the gun, shift the position.

Ye Suqin moved silently from side to side among the ruins, he ran fast, but there was no sound, and there was not even the slightest movement when his footsteps fell on the gravel ground, even if he was standing face to face with the enemy opponent. If you hadn't seen him with your own eyes, you wouldn't have noticed this ghostly creature if you just passed by.

Since the control of the body is precise to the millimeter. Many ordinary tactical actions have been given different laws in Ye Suqin's hands.

Ninety-eight percent of the nanomachines lay dormant on the surface of the cerebral cortex and fell silent. However, with only two percent of the active [Nibelungen], he can accurately regulate every tissue and organ in his body, as if the organs of the whole body are displayed in another form in front of his eyes. He is more like standing in front of a sophisticated medical instrument, examining and manipulating his own flesh, dominating himself in a third-person way.

Open.

The mound of dirt in the distance was completely blown apart. This kind of barricade made of burlap bags filled with mud is as fragile as a layer of paper paste in front of Ye Suqin's large-caliber sniper rifle, and it is completely impossible to resist. Along with the debris, there were large patches of flesh and half of the calves. One of the riflemen in the back, along with his entire body, was shattered by 12.7's highly effective armor-piercing rounds.

Someone lay in a pool of blood, rolling and screaming.

Ye Suqin jumped over, and he didn't even glance at these dying guys out of the corner of his eye. A map hovered in his mind, marked with countless red dots, some of which were erased and others added as the threat level adjusted.

His brain has been transformed into a supercomputer, and after two eyes have been scanned, subtle details and rough outlines are fed back into his brain. One pattern after another is sketched.

Ye Suqin half-squatted on the ground again, his body leaned slightly sideways, and a bullet flew through the air, hitting the ground behind him, stirring up a cloud of flying dust and small pieces of flying gravel.

Ye Suqin closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand casually, and pulled the trigger. While avoiding the opposite trajectory, he also completed the shot. On a collapsed building, a figure screamed and fell.

The Scavengers Rescue Association has laid three lines of defense here, and more than 400 armed forces have been deployed. With the help of barricades, pillboxes and ruins, they waged guerrilla warfare. At the same time, a large number of recoilless guns, mortars and anti-tank rocket launchers continue to provide a high threat output.

Pounce on the touch.

The mercenaries who had been recruited at hand had already suffered more than a third of the casualties, and most of the rest were passive and ready to fight. Those strange "robots" filled the gaps in the battle.

The soldiers of the first line of defense are retreating in an organized and orderly manner after more than half of the casualties. Leave seven or eight snipers on the opposite side as cover. These fierce hunters hiding in the corners will wait quietly, choosing the best opportunity to strike, and at one point the threat level is even greater than that of the original full army.

Ye Suqin waited quietly. Although he is not afraid of those snipers hiding in the shadows, he is not willing to take unnecessary risks.

The opposite sniper is alternately covering the retreat. Often, after withdrawing from the position, a group of people lurks in the rear to another sniper position under the cover of other snipers. After five minutes, the two teams swapped identities, and the snipers in cover began to evacuate, while the snipers who evacuated first acted as cover. The whole process is tacit and orderly. When one side is attacked, the other side can often accurately and quickly find the point of attack and then snipe it.

A few rookie mercenaries were killed by the opposing fire because they were reckless, seeing that it was profitable to come out of the trenches where they were dodging, and in vain trying to attack those who retreated.

Ye Suqin didn't want to meddle in things, although if he could stop the other party's retreat at this moment, it would have a positive effect on the follow-up attack.

A whirlwind rose on the ground.

Ye Suqin keenly sensed something unusual, he raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and under the dazzling afternoon sun, a small black dot was gradually approaching.

"!" He cursed, and the whole person jumped out from behind the ruins where he was hiding, and ran towards the sturdy fortifications in the rear.

An Apache emerges from the clouds. The rocket nest under the short wings looks murderous.

Everyone was stunned as they looked at the sudden appearance of the killing weapon. The orderly retreat of the rescue party was armed, and everyone knew what it meant for such a helicopter to appear in the sky. Some are running blindly through the city streets, others are looking for places to hide, and others are trying to fight back with automatic rifles in their hands. But it's already too late.

The four-barreled 12.7mm Catlin machine gun under his head opened fire, and the bullets rained down the armed pickup trucks and the scattered infantry, breaking them to pieces in an instant, followed by the firing of 57mm rockets under the short wings, and the ground was suddenly in flames.

Whether it's hiding in a building or running wild in the wilderness.

By the time the Apache began to fall, there was no suspense about the direction of the battlefield. The lack of countermeasures on the opposite side, the Deshka large-caliber machine gun and the RPG7 rocket launcher were useless against the Apache. The result of the provocation will only make the driver red-eyed. He pulled the trigger and shot at any moving target on the ground, and the flames from the short rocket launches under the hives on both sides never stopped. The building collapsed under the indiscriminate bombardment and was buried along with the people inside.

It doesn't matter which side you are, the red-eyed pilot shoots any living target in the area with ferocity and wickedness, leaving him with nothing but charred ruins when he returns with his ammo empty.

The trailing Pioneer II filled the void. Their cold electrons scan the area inch by inch, and with their own life detectors, they can effortlessly pull out and shoot those who survived the rocket strikes.

The battlefield advanced quickly, and the relief team without mortar and artillery support was armed. Regular rifle bullets don't do enough damage to the cold androids, but the on-side kinetic bullets can easily pierce thick walls and shoot the guys hiding behind.

The main battle guns on the two red scorpions roared, and the body moved back more than a dozen centimeters under the huge recoil. At the last stronghold of the Rescue Society in Sector C22, a flame rose from the outer wall of a warehouse located in a critical location, and then the heavy outer wall collapsed. The heavy machine guns on top of the warehouse were roaring wildly, long tongues of fire like demonic spitts, but the fire didn't last long. Several grenades scurried up and landed exactly near the heavy machine gun, and after a brilliant explosion, the heavy machine gun was dumbfounded.

A team of about twenty androids rushed in, and a brief but fierce exchange of fire erupted inside. Three minutes later, the battle ended.

Ye Suqin drank most of the half bottle of water in his hand, and then poured the rest of the water on his head. Droplets of water dripped down the ends of his hair, cooling down his hot head.

The pace of the attack was fast and tight. But for Ye Suqin, it's not even a warm-up. It's just that maybe it's the first time I've consciously activated [Nibelungen]. The amount of computation in the brain is so large that the whole head is hot, as if it is holding a burning fireball.

Ye Suqin felt palpitations slightly, it seems that excessive calculations will burn out the brain, and it will not be an emergency in the future, and it is better to have a high load of behaviors such as locking dozens or even hundreds of targets in his mind irregularly.

The surviving mercenaries emerged from the various obstacles, dancing or cheering happily. The clock tower is exceptionally generous in its treatment of remuneration. Winning C22 means 500 yuan per person, which means that the destitute guys will not have to worry about food for the next few months or even years.

Ye Suqin did not participate in these post-war looting efforts. Looking at the guys who had come out of hiding and were constantly searching the ruins and trenches, he focused more on thinking.

This is, in a sense, the first battle after being injected with nanomachines. As a novice in this area, he needs to carefully summarize and reminisce about the battle process.

The Nibelungen is not the same as Valhalla. Although he didn't know much about this aspect, he had more or less heard some basic common sense dictated by others. [Valhalla] is a load-mounted weapon platform, and whatever ability is required, you can inject the corresponding potion. Its advantages are that it is broad and adaptable, and it can be carried harmlessly by anyone, and it can also be selectively matched with some applications or targeted capabilities according to its own situation or environmental conditions. But its disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the nanomachine in its body cannot obtain energy on its own, and once the energy stored in the machine is exhausted, it is like a rifle without bullets. A burning stick.

Nibelungen is a type of nanomachine that acts on the body. It has no specific characteristics, but it can help strengthen the body and brain, so that its computing ability, perception ability, speed ability, and strength can be significantly enhanced. Another point is that it does not require energy supplements, and it can draw nutrients from the host's daily food on its own.

It is difficult to distinguish between the two at present. In particular, Ye Suqin can only control and drive two percent of the nanomachines in his body. This point is also the deepest confusion of Ye Suqin. Could it be that the energy generated by the food they eat cannot supply all the nanomachines, so some of them have to fall into a state of slumber to reduce the supply gap of nutrients?

It's hard to imagine what it would be like when all the nanomachines in your body start working.

Thinking of this, Ye Suqin faintly felt a little enthusiastic.