Chapter 511:

He turned on the receiver, and the room was full of information. Li Huai sat next to Silva, watching, watching, watching, the invisible machinery hummed softly, and Klinburg listened intently to the crisp, brief official report from the fighting band. There are now three combat squadrons. One, three and eight. There are four more airplanes at fast cruising speed-four hundred miles per hour. Only one combat squadron of the entire fleet will be used to deal with all other emergencies that may occur.... The TV screen lights up, and Li Huai can see where the lens on the bulbous tower shows that the sky is full of battle. The plane hovered on the power dome, like a moth flapping its wings on the screen. The most powerful fighting force in the world has nothing to do with the electric field!
"It's funny." Klinburgh smiled and looked at the screen. "The power dome is a new attack method. It is a heterodyne effect of a frequency on another frequency at a predetermined distance. It has all the properties of matter, except for the limits of quality and strength. Its strength is unlimited! But it can’t only be made outside a sphere, so at first it seemed to be just a defensive weapon. With it, we can resist the UN attacking us, but we want to do more, so I put forward a plan and felt very Fortunately, if I fail, Krasin will disapprove of me. But I will not fail, and I will end as the commander of the North American continent!"
^ Xiang Zai, who sits motionless and looks at Wise.
"You keep quiet, eh, wait for me to say something rash? Ferry, I tell you. We are in a goldfish ball of some kind of electricity. Your fleet can't break in. You know! And if they are inside, they There won’t be any more outbreaks, so I waited, patiently pretending to be a Martian, until all your combat troops are gathered to fight with me. But I will not fight, I will only make a new and bigger one Fighter goldfish ball, outside of this. Then I went out to face the United Nations combat forces imprisoned between two people-and then-the fleet is coming!"
He stood up and put his hand on the doorknob.
"Isn't it pretty?" he asked lightly. "In two weeks, the air plane team will start to be vacant. In three weeks, there will be cannibalism unless-accept the surrender. Imagine..." He smiled. "But don't be afraid, my friend! I will dedicate for a year. If you are funny, I will feed you. Anyway, I will exchange food with the charming Silva for another look. Change her from a scream It will be interesting to change the body of the woman who is standing. When I see her, a crying person cheers for joy. If I don't kill you, you will witness it with your own eyes!"
He disappeared from the door on the other side of the room. Li Huai stood up immediately. The slumber that Silva sank was completely familiar. Electric anesthesia is used not only for surgery, but also for compulsory rest at any selected moment. He dragged her from that sofa to his own sofa. He saw her excitement, her eyes instantly filled with fear. But Li Badi was tearing the sofa to pieces. Bed cover, pneumatic mattress. ...He pulled out a loose steel frame.
"Hurry up, now," he whispered, "I'm going to make the sensor screen shorter. We will go through it. Then-get out!"
Trump struggled to stand up, frightened, but immediately started the game. Li Huai slid the metal rod across the floor he could not pass through before. The induced current in the rod is equal to the short circuit of the magnetic field. The rod became hot, and the paint blistered and smoked. Li Huai crossed over with Silva after waking up. He pointed to the door and she escaped. He grabbed a chair, slammed it frantically on the TV screen, and turned on the phone at Klinburg (when he roared. There was the harsh sound of a small gun. In the red room, hexonate particles The impact sounded. Nothing can stand the immediate collapse of caproic acid. Its shock wave is a single pulse of air. The transmitter’s cell membrane traverses its violence and is painfully cursed.
When the second pill flashed with a tiny green flame, there was a second rack collision. Klinburg used a pocket gun at the time, which was a small and terrifying weapon that could fire projectiles slightly larger than the graphite of a lead pencil, but contained a few milligrams of caproic acid. When the trigger is pressed, 200 charges will be automatically injected into the hole.
Li Huai looked desperately at the weapon. Can't see anything. In order to gain access to the outside world, he must pass by the doorway where the bullet passes through.... Suddenly, Lee Badi seized the code writer and the device that transmitted the code as a series of secret sounds, which was a series of noises the world brought to the Martians. speech. He shook two machines in the temporary obstacle in front of the door. Kronborg may destroy anything else, he will not shoot them!
Kronborg roared again, and Li Badi jumped over frantically. He just stopped and threw the chair on the two essential machines, and when they collapsed and fell over, he escaped the door and escaped.
Trumpet, he looked anxiously from behind a huge boulder. He ran to her, expecting to hear the spit of Klinburg's pocket gun every second. As the continuous shooting falls, the small gun will shoot itself in the air within forty-five seconds. During this period, Klinburg can shoot it on the body like a water spray gun, spraying death. However, Li Huai completed a hundred yards in eleven seconds a few years ago. He has now improved his record. When he was no more than ten yards away from the boulder hiding from Sylva, a small green flash appeared for the first time. The tiny particles made him miss him. There are three more, he was not hunted down.
"But we must escape!" He gasped. "He can shoot gasoline here and get us again! He can cover four hundred yards with gasoline, and more with a gun."
They fled a tiny waterway, the boundless figure of a dwarf in the sky and the earth, running frantically on the crooked red mass in the valley. The United Nations warplanes are far away. Large and small, hovering in hundreds of places beyond the dome of power that they cannot penetrate or understand.
A quarter of a mile. Half a mile. There is no signal from Klinburg or the rocket ship. The thorns were panting.
"He can't use gasoline to contact us now. It seems that he dare not use a gun. They will know that he is not a Martian. At night, he will use that helicopter. Only the ships will see us..."
It's hard work. The sun has tilted towards the western sky. When the sun is four years old, Li Huai may point to a huge empty sky, hanging on a spinning gyroscope two miles away. He waved frantically, but the big ship drifted and didn't see it. The fighting forces no longer look for Li Huai and Silva. They have been carried by rocket ships for 14 hours or more. Silva’s screams have been broadcast with strange verbal calls and whistles considered by the United Nations to be interplanetary invaders. The UN thinks they are dead. Now, it is certain that a watch is guarded, but it is becoming a state of alert until the arrival of the remaining combat troops and the rupture of the military dome. Scientists working day and night.
On a level ground, and will reach the edge of the dome within an hour. Here, they had to climb steep hills and steep slopes. They suspended their efforts four times to get the attention of nearby ships.
It was six o'clock when they came to the basket. There was no sign of its existence, but the branches were waving three hundred yards from them, and the leaves trembling in the breeze. There is no air inside the dome.
"Yes!" Panting stabbed.
They were exhausted, exhausted, they hurried forward, and suddenly something blocked their actions. They can reach out to impenetrable obstacles. One foot, two, or even three. But the unbearable pressure forced them to back down. Li Huai grabbed a sapling and rushed towards the obstacle like a spear. It entered five feet of invisible resistance, stopped, and shot backwards, as if thrown back into the air by a stream of compressed air.
"He told the truth." Li Badi groaned. "We can't go out!"
The shadow of the large Weng has protruded from the mountain. Darkness began to spread between the valleys. A compact dark cloud appeared in the distant place, a combat squadron. It swept toward the dome and disintegrated into countless spots on the plane. The aircraft that had circled the invisible dome was pulled aside to make the quadrants clear, and the Seventh Fighting Squadron merged with the rest, making the pattern of dancing spots noticeably denser.
"Set fire," Li Huai said desperately, "They will come! Of course! But Klinburg took my lighter!"
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