This incident still did not affect Ronan's determination to implement the plan. He finally checked the energy reserves and determined that he could complete a one-way advance under high-intensity assault, so he controlled the combat machine to take big strides and attack in a straight line.
At this time, there was almost nothing black smoke under the stratum, seeping and flowing along the gaps in the rocky soil. It was Morun sneaking underground.
With Ronan attracting attention, it effectively avoided the eyes and ears of most defenders and quickly approached the target area.
At this time, from the perspective of Electromagnetic Striker No. 1, a gray line was already vaguely approaching in front. It was a skirmish line composed of dozens of deformed mutants similar to plague dogs. This was just a small group.
Troops, behind this "skirmish line", on both wings, and even behind Electronic Forward 1, threats are already accumulating.
"The deformed species under the control of Vulcan ants are showing increasingly clear organization and sociality."
The conclusion from a certain review article flashed through his mind, echoing this phenomenon, but it did not leave a trace in Ronan's mind. He still controlled the Gauss rifle and module to a single-shot state, without trying to block distortion.
This kind of assault momentum is just to kill them one by one in the most accurate and efficient way.
This feeling is quite familiar, just like playing a more realistic Frost River Reality game. But what is different from the game is that every time he moves, the metal block in the head armor will always convey a sound.
The group of electrical signals is the translation of various judgment reactions of the seed imprint.
These signals not only gave the combat machine's computing system a judgment option, but also directly affected Ronan's mental level, giving him a highly optimized reference plan - as an extraordinary species, to be precise, he is the one with the ability.
How will Jin Tong, known as the wilderness hunter, react to this ever-changing situation?
Hissing wind came in from the side, and a long ocher snake that was almost the same color as the surrounding volcanic rocks jumped up from the ground with its upper body, clearly trying to wrap around the left arm module of No. 1 that spewed death projectiles. However, what greeted it was
The light of the knife raised at a more tricky angle.
The long ocher snake was cut into two pieces, and the roaring light of lightning simultaneously wiped out all the vitality of it and the parasitic Vulcan ants in its body. It was a clean and tidy move.
At least 70% of the credit for this knife must be recorded in the stress response of the seed mark. Ronan is more like a guide. In a few days, this feedback from the Jintong seed mark is becoming stronger and stronger.
, getting faster and faster, and also gave Ronan quite good guidance and benefits.
But this is not enough, far from it.
"Well, those guys haven't had enough, right?" No. 1 fired another shot, shattering a rock a few hundred meters away. In addition to the bursting stone flakes, there were also parts scattered all over the sky.
"That's enough!"
At the forward supply base of Spring City's western defense line, Meng Tu couldn't help but slap the table: "Both people and machines are so lawless in the wilderness. Hurry up, the next set of backup equipment is activated."
As a senior officer of the Coastal Defense Force, Meng Tu was assigned to a foreign mission to relax due to some troublesome matters. It was originally a leisure mission similar to traveling, but now it seems that his unreliable boss is simply blaming the blame.
Full of impatience, he almost wanted to pull off the buckle, but the discipline of many years of military career made him hold back the urge, but his voice became louder: "This X-2 has not been found yet.
What is the origin? The military department needs to investigate, and the SCA should not miss it."
The officer beside him, Major Guo, was also the commander of the forward supply base, and he was inevitably a little embarrassed. However, the gap in military ranks, the difference between the city defense force and the field army, especially the distance between the Burners and normal people, made him unable to
There is nothing I can say, I can only try to improve my sense of existence:
"This Petty Officer
…”
Meng Tu shook his head: "It is not a simple electromagnetic weapon."
"Yes, its transformation is very extreme..."
"I mean it's not just an electromagnetic weapon. Have you ever seen an electromagnetic rifle that can blow up a deformed form of steel and iron with one blow?"
"Perhaps special ammunition was used. If the density and weight of the ammunition exceed..."
"But there is no way to explain the violent burning in the second half. Speaking of Major Guo, the rate of change of equipment of the Dark Blue Walkers here in Spring City is not high."
"Uh, yes."
"Then I suggest that you find an opportunity to participate in a short-term training course in the near future to gain a deeper understanding of the Deep Blue Walker's fighting style."
It sounds very harsh to say that Meng Tu is not Major Guo's direct superior, but Major Guo has a good temper. At least he doesn't show any anger on the surface, and he humbly asks for advice: "What Colonel Meng means is that this transformation is a bit dark blue."
What do you mean by traveler?"
"It's not a transformation, it's a technique. This 'enchantment' technique can infuse the special power of the fire of format into guns and ammunition - I like to use this trick, but it is difficult to complete alone. To do it with ease, you must be
Only those who have very high attainments in the field of formatting can do this. Among the people I know, Major General Tian Bang is one, and the one from the He family..."
Meng Tu shook his head: "I'm going too far. What I mean is that this is not just a matter of ordnance transformation, but involves extraordinary power; not the fire of format, but the extraordinary power of electromagnetism. But this is obviously a robot.
Robots! In today’s world, all kinds of monsters and monsters have appeared.”
Having said this, he turned around and asked the intelligence officer next to him: "I just asked you to find a match at SCA. Have you got any results?"
The intelligence officer handed over a soft screen with a newly pulled list on it. Meng Tu took it in his hand, glanced at it, and sighed: "Is the SCA waiting for the New Year? Jin Tong, the damn guy, can be listed first."
Bit."
Meng Tu looked at the list and couldn't figure out why, but because of Jin Tong, he thought of the guy who made people even worse. He became more and more irritated and banged the table again.
At this time, the adjutant came over and informed: "There will be a remote meeting at the headquarters in five minutes. You and two professors, Wu and Ding, need to attend. The meeting will be in the fourth conference room of the base."
"There are meetings, meetings, meetings all day long."
Meng Tu threw the soft screen on the table and stormed out the door. Inside the room, Major Guo shrugged and was about to relax when he saw Meng Tu turning back: "After the backup monitoring is activated, the relevant pictures will be synchronized with me immediately."
Major Guo stood at attention reflexively: "Understood."
Only then did Meng Tu leave, and it took him a minute to arrive at the fourth conference room. As soon as he sat down, without even having a drink of water to quell the fire, two gray-haired old men came hand in hand. He stood up and greeted:
"Professor Wu, Professor Ding."
Professor Wu Zunliang, the 90-year-old man in charge, still had a glowing face. After nearly a month of tossing in the wilderness, his voice did not drop. When he met Meng Tu, he immediately asked:
"The project team's sampling instrument went out of control. There was a combat machine at the scene of the incident. You sent it there? Can you guarantee that the sampling results will be returned today?"
Meng Tu had no choice but to explain: "The situation on the scene is being verified. In addition, the origin of the combat machine has not yet been determined..."
While talking, a signal came from Major Guo, synchronizing the images collected by the third surveillance equipment. Meng Tu thought for a while, and simply set it to projection mode to inform the two old professors of the situation.
Before he could even say a few words, Wu Zunliang saw on the projection screen that the Sergeant X-2 robot was charging forward in a straight line, with an impact like chopping melons and vegetables. He couldn't help but slap the table: "Good guy! This is awesome, kill."
So beautiful!”
Next to him, Professor Ding Zhiying, who was much more elegant and quiet, frowned: "This will cause new variables to the distorted ecology near the volcanic area, and the data being collected will be messed up again..."
Wu Zunliang sneered at this statement: "Aberrations are a mess to begin with. If you want to do static research, it is just a daydream. Speaking of Lao Ding, your thinking should have changed. In the past, the ecological circle was for research and protection, but now, do you think
Do you still want to live with these guys?"
"Fuck you, you live together!"
"Hey, even if our old Pan has wrinkles on his face, he's cuter than these things."
"Did I record this and play it later for the Pan family girls to listen to?"
The two experts in ecology and biology were bickering here, and Meng Tu could only sigh in his heart. Fortunately, the remote meeting started soon. Basically, it followed the established routine, first reporting the progress of all parties, and then asking questions and finding solutions.
Meng Tu did not turn off the projector and prepared to report the latest situation to the headquarters later.
However, it is still two old professors who play the leading role now.
Meetings were held every day, but the problems were not updated every day. Professor Wu Zunliang asked the contact person in turn: "What we have set up here in Spring City is just a grassroots team. Don't laugh, Lao Ding and I are both top-notch students.
I'm not a fool, but now we don't have the basic experimental conditions... Don't talk about the mutant riots. I know that the wilderness laboratory here suffered heavy losses last year, but we can't do research in the supply base, right?
Traveling nearly a thousand kilometers back and forth every day, do you just go to the wilderness to play parkour?"
The contact person coughed: "Professor Wu, regarding the laboratory, I was about to report to you that we have found a good location with ready-made experimental sites and equipment. Before that, please allow me to introduce the project to you.
Mr. Luo, the partner of the group.”
At this time, Professor Wu Zunliang noticed that there was a strange-faced guy who was always online but did not speak. This person's face was quite thin, with heavy muscle lines on his cheeks, making him look more serious and cold.
Unlike the liaison who is accustomed to speaking in official style, Mr. Luo is not a person who is prone to falsehoods and goes straight to the point: "There is a wilderness laboratory under my company's name. During the riots last year, it was urgently closed and isolated internally and externally.
The damage is not big. This laboratory is about 150 kilometers away from the target volcanic area, which is already a relatively advanced position. If Teacher Wu and Professor Ding..."
Wu Zunliang was a little strange. The name Mr. Luo called him was obviously different from the old Ding next to him. He was very straightforward and would ask questions: "Do you know me?"
Mr. Luo laughed when he heard the sound, and his originally stern and solemn face turned out to be quite gentle and approachable at this moment: "Teacher Wu, I am a graduate of the Department of Biological Sciences of Zhixing College in 1977. I once wanted to be your doctoral candidate, and
I visited you with Sister Qingwen and had dinner at your place."
"boom!"
Wu Zunliang slapped the table and was stunned: "I remember you were in the same orphanage as Qingwen, and then you went to the wilderness with her... Huh?"
Before he finished speaking, the remote communication screen was shaking endlessly. There was only a thin line between them, and the conference room was shaking violently. The teacup on the table knocked over with a clang. Meng Tuhuo stood up and supported the two old professors at the same time.
, shouted through the communicator:
"Report the situation."
"Volcanic activity and earthquakes were detected..."
"Look over there!" Professor Ding pointed to the projection that had not disappeared. "The Vulcan Ants' defenders' defense line has shrunk significantly and they are all retreating."
Wu Zunliang was the first to react: "In this case, there is probably something wrong with the nest."