The atomic number is "artificial 1", and the relative atomic mass is 56.

Perhaps, this is not an atom in the usual sense of the word in nature at all.

No. 1 "man-made atom-like particles" are elemental in composition, similar to iron, but in some characteristics, they are different from iron.

It is likely that the difference in atomic properties is due to the deeper structure of the particles.

For an advanced space navigation civilization, such a metal is a metal with very good strength - it's just that, like iron, the metal composed of this "man-made atomic particle" will also rust.

When the metal rusts, it looks like iron ore.

This kind of "man-made atom-like particle" manufacturing technology has long since disappeared with the decline of those long, long years ago.

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Bright sunlight softly sprinkled over the verdant meadows.

In the distance, accompanied by the beat of drums, a cheerful flute sounded.

With the sound of neat footsteps, people approached the gentle slope of the meadow.

The men approached—in several rows, in bright and neat clothes, in good spirits.

Those were not there for the festivities - they were soldiers with long guns with bayonets in their hands - these were line infantry, and they were the main force in battle.

Now, this meadow is a battlefield - hidden in the beautiful wind, the light drum beat and the orderly formation change, is the invisible tension!

Soon, a seemingly "polite" but cruel war is about to start!

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"All listen to the ......order," the chief of the queue shouted in a long voice, "Ready...... Stand still!"

The footsteps of a whole group of soldiers came to an abrupt halt with the beat of drums and flutes.

Immediately afterward, the drums in the queue became rapid, and in the sound of small broken steps, the soldiers adjusted their formation and lined up again.

This group of soldiers, about one hundred and twenty men, was arranged in three equal rows—such a formation was more advantageous for the next shot—and after the battle began, such an advantage would naturally become apparent.

On the side, he also gave him a loud password.

Next to this group of soldiers, there were several other groups of soldiers, and here there were one hundred and twenty soldiers, protected by friendly troops on the flanks, and their morale was high.

These bands of soldiers, on the hillside, formed a formation with a slight depression inward—they were now defending a stronghold undefended by a wall—a stronghold, perhaps a very special location.

Soon, the soldiers on both sides of the side squatted down in the weeds, and the line infantry in the middle was left, all standing.

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In the middle of the front row of a line of infantry, the commander of the platoon held a command sword in his hand and looked into the distance.

"They're coming!" said the standard-bearer next to the commander, tilting his head slightly, a little nervous.

"Don't panic. The Commander whispered, and then he raised his voice, "Everyone, prepare!"

"Steady!" the commander of the column then shouted—it was not yet time to open fire—and although the projectiles had the range to reach the enemy, at such a distance, attacking the enemy infantry was, in the words of their "front-line commanders," "like a drunken rat throwing a crooked dinner knife!"

The enemy is getting closer.

"Hold ......," the queue commander shouted again.

At this moment, a little far ahead, a burst of artillery fire suddenly sounded.

There was a whistling sound from the front, getting farther and closer!

Before the soldiers could react, a burst of screams suddenly sounded in the queue.

The round cannonball hit the body of a soldier on one side of the queue - the poor soldier, before he could scream, flew backwards like a rag doll thrown out by a wild dog, and smashed into the sun-soaked grass with a pop!

Many of the soldiers on the side were also taken by the poor soldier, and they fell to the ground one after another, crying out in pain.

The enemy's artillery, already on the attack!

"Hold on!" the queue commander shouted to the soldiers as he looked around.

The morale of the line soldiers can't just collapse!

Not far down the hill ahead, the soldiers lined up in a neat line, approaching this direction amid the flute of another melody and the beat of similar drums.

"Steady!" the queue commander shouted again.

Still not within the distance of firing.

The enemy continued to advance—and the tension grew stronger as the enemy listened to the equally brisk and approaching flute.

"Everyone, raise your guns!" immediately shouted the queue commander.

In a slight murmur, the soldiers in the first row quickly raised the guns that were originally on their shoulders and held them horizontally forward, putting the fishtail-shaped ** against their shoulders.

In the silence of the tense atmosphere, everyone held their guns and looked intently ahead, waiting for the order to fire—their next task, which was to stand motionless in their positions at the risk of being hit by an opposing projectile, and, after giving the order, fire at the horizontal front—did not require great skill, but a lot of courage!

"Fire!" shouted the queue commander.

As soon as the words of the queue commander fell, the entire queue rang out with a neat gunfire - the first row of soldiers fired!

"First platoon, squat, second platoon, ready!" the platoon commander immediately shouted.

The first row of brushes pulled a half-crouch down and began to reload with a slender through-strip.

And the second platoon, already pointing its guns forward, was ready to shoot.

The queue commander gave the order, and in the second row, another burst of gunfire rang out.

Then, the second row half-crouched, and in the third row, there was also a neat sound of gunfire.

The enemy quickly lined up in the midst of their own long-range attacks, ready to shoot.

At this moment, loud shouts rang out on both sides of the queue in the middle of the team.

The soldiers of their own side who were crouching in the grass quickly stood up one after another, and under the command of the commanders of the queues on both sides, they fired several volleys at the enemy with crossfire!

In the midst of the enveloping siege, the enemy group of soldiers soon began to demoralize, shouting and fleeing.

However, the situation on the battlefield is not so simple!

"There's an enemy on the side!We're really being ambushed!" a soldier suddenly noticed something!

"Damn...... before the queue commander could react.

Suddenly, there was another whistling sound of shells - the soldiers on both sides of the queue were directly knocked to the ground by the shells - the entire three rows of queues, by the shells, tore two terrifying gaps!

Not far from the side, the gunfire of the enemy line soldiers also sounded.

"Side! They still have cavalry!"

The opposing pikes have rushed down from the woods on the higher hillside on the side!

"Surrounded......" The queue commander began to panic.

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"Soldiers of Kingdom One, stop attacking! Stop attacking! Warning! If we attack again, we will use weapons to deal with it!"

Suddenly, there was a loud voice with reverberation, a somewhat eerie aura, in the distance!

The enemy line infantry attacking from the side immediately stopped firing and began to rush away in a panic.

The enemy's pikemen, too, immediately turned around and quickly withdrew in the opposite direction amid a neighing of their horses.

"It's them...... It was they who ......" the soldiers who were surrounded and attacked here were both happy and nervous.

That weird-sounding voice came from a vehicle floating in the air in the distance!

"It's those 'cold adjudicators!'" The Queue Commander looked at the air in the distance, a little panicked.

Obviously, the other party stopped attacking, but their own soldiers did not necessarily have much joy, on the contrary, they became a little afraid!

This scene seems strange - however, if you understand the combat pattern that has been going on here for more than half a century, perhaps, this situation will be easier to explain!

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