The Nicks of Intertwined Fates Chapter 63: Black Dog (1)
Keith flipped through the nearby geography and listened to the conversation between Harris and Keith in the back row, and suddenly his brow narrowed. The terrain at the moment - terrible!
They are entering a flare.
On the left-hand side is the embankment. The once prosperous and spectacular bridge has completely collapsed, and the solid concrete embankment has been completely decorated, and the sea has submerged the embankment, submerging some of the low-lying buildings nearby.
On the right-hand side is a crater with a drop of more than 10 meters. Because of the blow of the weapon of destruction, the originally unstable geological structure has collapsed. The over-exploitation and excavation of the ground in modern cities, the blind construction of natural gas pipelines, underground transportation facilities and underground commercial blocks, has caused this huge rift to spread from Newman Street to Guangfu Road for 37 kilometers. Some of them are deep and some are shallow. The shallow place is only less than two or three meters apart, and the deep one is more than 20 meters. Unfortunately, they are in the middle of the pit. Now that the sea has poured in, part of the pit has become a vast inland lake.
There is no end to it on both the left and right! The marching procession seemed to be heading towards the maws of some abyssal beast.
As if to test his poor conjectures.
An Apache flew overhead. Its mission is to patrol an area ahead of it, and by the way, solve the difficult bones hiding in some corners.
The pilot took a puff of whiskey and glanced at the battlefield below with a relaxed expression, and he tapped the cover of the firing knob and unleashed a Hellfire missile at a heavy machine gun stronghold that was frantically venting its firepower.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
Something moved next to the collapsed ruins of a three-story building. The entire collapsed building "stood", and four robotic arms protruded from under the large cement prefabricated slab on its back and were firmly inserted into the ground. There is something flickering underneath the black hole.
This is the last scene the driver sees.
The Apache was blown to pieces in the air.
The huge and friendless creature reveals its true face from under the disguise. The attacker was choked.
A surging sense of oppression spread as the huge body stretched.
It's a rugged and simple war machine, but it's oppressive. I had never seen this model before, and there was no doubt that it was a pile of garbage that had been built into a weapon, and even if it was far away, it was clear that the body that made up the "big crab" was covered with traces of various "predecessors".
It has four mechanical metal arthropods, each with a different shape. Or it can be said that the shape of the parts that make up it is different. There are also distinctive features of where the material came from. Its metal arm is made of scrap metal through die-casting, and it is forged with extreme carelessness, you can see some garbage cans, car door shapes, torn or die-cast truck boxes, etc., all of which are fabricated and blended together to forge such a thick and long mechanical arm.
Four robotic arms form a chassis that holds the building above. Above is an exceptionally large turret. Its barrel was not a straight cylindrical shape, but two long, concave guides. Complex electronic components and solenoid coils are wound around it. At this moment, there was a wisp of green smoke rising slightly from the muzzle of the cannon.
Electromagnetic railgun!
Anyone with a little insight knows what this thing is for.
"I'm in trouble." Harris muttered.
"Stop the attack, spread out, spread out. Red Scorpion, Red Scorpion!! Reload the electronic paralysis bullet and kill that guy for me. Paulson yelled hoarsely at the tactical panel.
One of the most advanced red scorpions had just pushed across a collapsed house. In the next second, it slipped from the ruins of the building and entered the field of vision of the war machine.
The railgun on the opposite side adjusted its angle slightly, and then a dazzling light hit.
Instead of an ordinary material bomb, a plasma laser beam was launched on the propulsion trajectory. The muzzle velocity is close to the sub-light speed. All defenses on the Red Scorpion, mechanical or electronic, are completely ineffective against energy fluids. The AT repulsion field is deployed, and the energy force field, which can resist the simultaneous bombardment of several heavy cannons without destroying it, is broken at the moment of deployment. The beam of light pierced through the body without reservation, and the next second, the vehicle disintegrated with a rapid explosion.
The whole process is extremely short, almost instantaneous. But it's enough for the other two Red Scorpion chariots that are electronically computing to dominate the weapon system.
At the same time as the railgun was fired on the opposite side, one left and one right, the two combat vehicles also completed the reloading, and the turret rotated ninety degrees, aiming at the behemoth at an elevation angle of thirty degrees. Although the appearance of this thing was unexpected by everyone, they are all outstanding talents of this era, and they have almost subconsciously found a way to deal with it.
The clock tower's technology is undoubtedly at the forefront of this era. Their special shells are capable of responding to any contingencies.
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A perceptive Harris caught a hint of something strange from the sky.
The speed was so fast that he only raised his chin, and two missiles fell from the sky, striking vertically.
Almost in a matter of seconds, the common sense that was once taken for granted is constantly broken.
The Red Scorpion condensed a top-level technology system that surpassed the entire era, and as a result, the air defense system that was said to be able to defend against all current offensive means was useless. The missile's rate of fire is about Mach 4, which is not impressive, and it has not yet been out of the category of conventional missiles. Theoretically, it is impossible to break through the red scorpion's air-space integrated defense system. Not only can the close-in defense artillery quickly maneuver to react to the attacking enemy, but the jamming bombs and defensive interceptor missiles can also calculate the opponent's trajectory and intercept them. It stands to reason that there shouldn't be any mistakes.
However, all the high-tech interception systems, as if they had not seen all of them, allowed the opponent to swagger and descend vertically. The AT repulsion field isn't even turned on. It's unbelievable to the extreme.
The missile fell not as a burst of fire and smoke, but as if the whole time stood still for a moment. The corners of Harris's eyes twitched uncontrollably. The volume of the entire Red Scorpion Chariot seemed to shrink slightly, no, not an illusion, but really collapsed inward.
The armor cracked, the turret collapsed. It was as if a black hole had been created in a small area inside, and all matter collapsed inwards uncontrollably.
The big hands of the air crumpled the fifty-ton tank into a jumble of scrap metal.
The whole process seemed like a long time, but it only lasted less than a second.
A huge amount of energy erupted from within, and flames rose into the sky, and the violent tearing force and the shock wave of the explosion turned the red scorpion into countless parts and flew wildly. The nearby infantry fell like stubble harvested by a sickle.
Paulson was shocked, "Antimatter bombs. β
He was knowledgeable and quickly captured exactly the type of weapon on the opposite side from the damage effect. But the situation has taken a turn for the worse, and it is impossible to turn things around.
With the end of your three epoch-making heavy tanks. The scales of the warring sides tilted violently.
Figures emerged from the inside of the ruins. Dressed in gray-white hazmat suits and pitch-black gas masks, they stared at the invaders in front of them with cold eyes and launched a brazen charge.
This group is no longer the regular soldiers of the Rescue Society, which was in ruins. They were all dressed in gray-brown cloaks and overcoats of the old army, lined with a white chemical protective suit. It looks a bit nondescript, but the equivalent of their weird style is that they are just as sharp and neat as they attack.
A Pioneer Type 2 android climbs over a low wall, pursuing two fleeing enemy soldiers. The mechanical prosthetic foot trampled on the rubble, making a chirping sound. He raised his head and looked into the distance for a moment, as he lifted the kinetic rifle in his hand. Under its crosshairs, two disheveled, deserted soldiers were fleeing for their lives.
In the next second, the android's triangular head shattered into a pile of parts, along with the massive electronic eyes. The headless body swayed blankly. As an infantry-like autonomous weapon. Designers have actually taken this situation into account when making prototypes. The seemingly important brain is actually only a variety of sensors and observation elements inside, which is just a decoy to induce the enemy to attack. It also has an electronic eye in its abdominal cavity, which can replace the brain for external information processing in the event of losing its head. Although there is a certain disturbance in the field of vision.
If the opponent thinks that he can destroy this self-discipline weapon by knocking off his head, he is falling into the trap carefully designed by the designers. There are a large number of computing elements in the chest cavity, which can be used to catch sneak attackers in an instant. The rifle in the android's hand was slightly raised, ready to fire a shuttle of bullets in the direction of six o'clock.
In the next second, another bullet struck, breaking it in two.
Hot blood mixed with various mechanical parts splattered everywhere. The two bodies lost their kinetic energy after falling to the ground, and the oil mixed with blood flowed everywhere.
There was a black shadow attacking, and the other party was very fast, moving left and right between the ruins, and the speed was no less than twenty meters per second. This is almost beyond the limits of human running. However, it was just an ordinary soldier on the other side.
He rushed out, grabbed a droid and threw it to the ground, raised his gun and shot twice at the ground, the droid breastplate shattered, and the electronic eye struggled and jumped twice, gradually fading.
More and more, the kind of weird soldiers in gas masks rushed into the battlefield in all directions. There are three or four hundred. They carried vintage large-caliber rifles in their hands.
Fully intelligent weapon, Pioneer 2 is facing the influx of soldiers. The performance was very exaggerated. One by one, they were sluggish, or staggering, or wandering, and they failed to suppress and counterattack the enemy rushing in front of them at the first time.
In street fighting, agility and reflexes are the guarantee of survival. With the slightest dullness, the roles of the hunter and the prey will be reversed.
Electronic warfare experts were the first to notice that something was wrong. "It seems that the Pioneer's auto-quest function is not effective in capturing the opposing soldiers. How can it be? This has never happened before. The Pioneer automatic processing system not only has a processing system for images, sounds, heat induction, etc., but it is also intelligent and can be seen with "eyes" like a human. Rather than relying on external sensors to transmit. How is it possible to produce the sluggishness and rigidity that only electronic robots have? β
"There's weirdness about their weapons." Someone noticed something unusual, "The armor of the pioneer can resist the direct fire of the grenade, why can't this kind of ordinary bullet be prevented, and besides, this power is inevitably too great." The Pioneer's outer armor was made of high-strength alloy, and the heavy machine gun fired directly left a pile of bumps on it. The other side can actually smash an entire piece of armor to pieces with a single shot? It's terrible, isn't it? β
The androids are falling in pieces.
Their surprise turned to fear. Finally, someone noticed that something was wrong, and the opposite side not only attacked in an orderly manner, but also in a short and sharp manner. Even with a crosshair, it's scary.
I didn't see how those people took aim and pulled the trigger, and often one person or a pioneer on their own side would fall.
"Targeted vector weapons! Oh, my God! "Finally, after a large number of casualties, someone chewed the taste.
"How is that possible? How can it be? βγ Harris's hands trembled violently. There was no need to give orders now, and the army was retreating under Paulson's command.
Androids were the first to be abandoned. They stand in front and act as cannon fodder and break back, providing time for the evacuation of the entire team.
Harris's entire head was empty, and as far as he could see, there were pieces of his own soldiers falling. The change in the battlefield pattern happened so quickly that he was in high spirits just a few minutes ago, but now he is a lost dog. When the vaunted technology generation gap is smoothed out, the variable is not just the loss of offense.
Not only him, but several other people also felt incredible. Paulson and others were even more confused. After fighting a law and order war for so many years, I have never encountered such an outrageous phenomenon.
No matter how you look at it, this scavenger rescue society is an ordinary organization, an ordinary organization that is struggling in the end times. However, the things taken out from the opposite side, one by one, are shocking.
The level of technology on the other side is completely not under the clock tower. An organization of only 10,000 people has derived from a super-huge organization clock tower that inherits the legacy of the old era, governs a population of tens of millions, has a large number of knowledge-based talents, has a complete social organization structure, and has a healthy ecological chain.
It's incredible, it's terrifying.
Where do their materials come from, where do they get their funding, how do they climb their tech trees, and the piles and piles all look weird.
Without the underlying industrial chain and ecological chain, without finance, without commerce, without population, how did they create such a miracle? By picking up rags?
Countless people's minds are full of question marks.
The quickest reaction was still Guise, who caught it in an instant that it could be a conspiracy.
It is counterintuitive that an ordinary organization cannot have such technology that is ahead of its time. The only explanation is that someone helps.
There are only a few organizations that can use such a large amount of money. Their goal is toββγ
Keith turned his head meaningfully and gave Harris a deep look. The expression on Harris's face condensed, condensing to a look called fear, and he opened his mouth wide, his lips slightly open and closed, as if to say something.
"Be careful!!
The turret on the war machine turned again, and the light on the electromagnetic railgun suddenly became intense, and countless coils creaked and babbled beyond their volume. A thick ray of plasma burst out.