Chapter 1443: Twenty-nine. Vault (8)

Without the help of visible light, the enemy soldiers behind hiding buildings and bunkers were attacked in the dark at night-humans cannot imagine such a thing. In another world, it was not possible until the Vietnam War. Even though there were long-term ideas, before the popularization of air power, sighting methods, and night vision technology were fully developed, it was almost unthinkable for company-ranked infantry units to perform inter-sight shooting in the dark.
Guerrillas who have no concept of advanced military technology will certainly not think that their concealment and cover are nothing to the "Legion", and they can’t think of sharing data with the descending second echelon through the data link. Shoot to calibrate this operation. Unexpectedly, more than 30 guerrillas fell in a pool of blood. Some guerrillas tried to divert their positions to avoid the shelling, but they were swept down by machine guns as soon as they were together. The light whip woven by the tracer flicked back and forth and panicked the unlucky eggs. The 7.92㎜ machine gun shells sent the veterans and rookies to without discrimination.
In only thirty seconds, the "Black Panther" echelon used reality to let the guerrillas fully understand what the absolute combat power gap is. Only fifteen lightly equipped reconnaissance types overwhelmed hundreds of guerrillas. From the point of view of the firepower and tactical coordination capabilities displayed by those iron knots, even the last regular army infantry did not fall. Wind, not to mention a group of guerrillas who have only recently completed basic literacy. I have never seen such a fierce firepower. The guerrillas almost collapsed. The veterans used scolding and kicking to desperately maintain the organizational structure and command system. Even so, some people escaped because of fear, and they became guns without running a few steps. Under the stimulation of the corpse, the recruits calmed down a little.
If the "Black Panther" echelon continues to attack at this time, then the guerrillas will definitely collapse on the spot, and no one can recover. However, just before this might decide the outcome, the "Black Panther" echelon stopped the attack again.
The squandering just made the "Black Panther" echelon have almost no ammunition. After completing the suppression and evacuation tasks, the tactical analysis loop judged that the enemy had been driven out of the safe distance. The next priority task is to ensure The landing of the "iron fist" echelon, after being supplemented with ammunition, launched a shock together. Prior to this, the remaining ammunition will be used for defense, excluding all non-friendly targets entering the safe distance.
In addition, there was some extra gain in the previous attack. Before harvesting these fruits, it is necessary to temporarily stop the attack.
Four elongated legs, a rectangular body for equipment and ammunition, and three pairs of robot arms on the left and right sides of the body climbed out of the cemetery. Compared with the light and agile footwork of the reconnaissance type, it supports the support type. The movements can be described as staggering and sluggish, and its clumsy appearance almost makes people unable to help laughing.
However, this unarmed aircraft is not a cute little harmless human beings and animals, there are no harmless breeds of human beings and animals in the "Legion".
If the reconnaissance type is likened to a group of hounds that charge ahead during hunting, the support type is both hard-working worker ants, worker bees, and also brutal hyenas.
Several support and support models shuttled between the bodies, constantly flipping the heads of the bodies. Anyone who finds that the head has been damaged is discarded. If it is a body with a good head, they will greet their companions, use a scalpel and a cutting machine installed in the front of the robot arm to cut the cranial bone laterally, and then carefully After taking out the intact brain marrow and carefully decomposing and scanning, every fold and every nerve was thoroughly inspected, and was thrown to the side of the road like garbage.
The "Legion" artificial intelligence composition is based on the human brain. As long as it is a healthy brain, it can theoretically be scanned and rewritten into the central processor. But the difference in the scanned objects will also affect the performance of artificial intelligence.
Brain tissue, like muscles, has the common ground that the more it is used, the more developed it is, and as the direction of exercise is different, the structure and efficacy developed are also completely different.
The muscle density and structure of long-distance runners and boxers are completely different, and there are differences in the constitution of swimmers and tennis players. The same human beings, there are also differences in the brains trained in different directions. Even if the brains of ordinary citizens are scanned, the citizens without any knowledge and combat experience are given to the iron body as warriors, but even if their thinking ability is comparable to that of human beings, the things they don’t know are those they don’t know, and the things they don’t know are unfamiliar. This difference will be clearly revealed in the battle.
However, if you scan the brains of guerrillas, although their combat skills and tactical cognition are far inferior to that of the regular army, when they are used in anti-guerrilla warfare, artificial intelligence familiar with the mountain environment and guerrilla tactics can play a great advantage. Therefore, once the support and support type finds a good guerrilla head, it will immediately perform "harvest" operations, accumulating reference samples for creating a "legion" specifically for anti-guerrilla warfare.
The maliciousness of the Defense Force researchers has been fully demonstrated through supportive behaviors, regardless of age, gender, status, all human beings are equal-this beautiful concept is actually achieved by the "Legion" scalpel and cutting machine It makes people feel sick and ironic while disgusting.
What is human?
How to make a living?
Is it true that people are born and have grown up to this day after undergoing hardships in the world, and are they ultimately meant to be mechanically toyed like toys?
The so-called life.
The so-called life.
The so-called alive.
Is it just to endure the same fate as the curse, and finally usher in a miserable end?
The deputy captain of Fabre, who has a lot of cultural roots, uttered in his heart a question like wailing, and the hand holding the gun shivered.
As a revolutionary, he believed that he was well aware of death. He even seriously conceived that he might be shot by a bullet, penetrated by a bayonet, blown up by a grenade, burned by flames, and hanged under the eyes of everyone. . But after death, he must be taken directly as a farm animal and take out his brain... This behavior that transcends morbidity and thoroughly tramples on human dignity, even the guerrillas who have been accustomed to death are terrified.
There was a bitter taste in his mouth, and just before he could not restrain his vomiting, a pair of strong hands held his shoulder.
"Fabre, old friend."
The familiar rough voice spoke in an almost cold calm tone.
"Just leave it to us here, you can take the ghosts and retreat."
Suddenly, an indignation caused by humiliation came up, and before the anger was turned into a refutation, Renell's low and decisive voice extinguished his anger.
"The previous attack was to clear the ground for the landing of the troops in the sky. When the iron in the sky fell to the ground, they would launch a full-scale attack. In our current situation, it is impossible to defend this line of defense. Now we can do, What should be done is to hold down the footsteps of the enemy, let as many people as possible survive, and keep the seeds of the revolution."
As a soldier, the battlefield is the greatest glory.
But they are guerrillas and even revolutionaries.
They prefer the feeling of being alive, praising the beauty of life, and praising the beauty of life more than the empty words praising death in the glory of war and defending honor with life. Give your heart to the light of hope called "Next Generation".
Only by retaining the sparks of the revolution can one day shine a powerful light and tear apart the iron curtain built by madness, arrogance, prejudice, autocracy, and persecution.
The flower of liberty must be watered by the blood of the patriots-on the battlefield where the dignity of the dead no longer exists and even the death itself is distorted, it is just a simple and clear statement of facts.
"but……"
Fabre still wanted to struggle. The tough guy who didn't frown in the face of the guns, bullets and rain, actually brought a cry in his voice.
"It's nothing. I'm your superior. You should obey my orders."
Grabbing Fabre's collar and stubbornly blocking what Fabre wanted to say, Renel said in a tolerant tone:
"Listen, take the devil's heads and pull them down, don't let the children lose their lives in this kind of shit-like hell, if you dare to drop a child, I won't let you go even if you are in hell."
After loosening Fabre, his rough hands didn't grab the rifle aside, his fists full of cocoons and frostbite wounds pressed against his temple, and after a military salute, he smirked.
The guerrilla detachment captain's face had a consistent hearty smile, which was full of confidence, like a beast galloping in the wilderness relying on the power of himself and his partner.
Tears overflowed, hot tears dripping from his eyes, biting his lips tightly so that the sob in his throat did not leak out, and after Faber clenched his fists to return the ceremony, he did not turn his head away.
This is fine.
Fabre and the children's backs quickly submerged in the darkness, and Renelle muttered silently in his heart.
As long as the seeds of the revolution remain, the world will not let those demons do whatever they want.
"Guys, we are not going to survive this time. In Riga, we survived; in Castile, we went again; on the Rhine front, we still did not die; but fate finally gave Our best stage not only allows us to finish our lives as at least one person, but also gives children the chance to live... Even if no one will ever know what we are doing here, our lifetime is worth it Now."
Renell ignited the last crumpled cigarette, raised an optimistic smile in his mouth, and the 27 veterans who were left also showed conspicuous smiles.
They know very well what to face next, but what if they want to launch a surprise attack on hell?
Did not succumb to despair.
Not reserved by the hatred and fear of tainting yourself.
Even if there is no flowers and applause to pay tribute to their strong work, no one may even know what happened here, and the veterans are still unmoved.
Some people remember such a group of veterans, some people knew what had happened here, and some people would continue along the path they paved with their lives. One day, someone will reach the end point they have never seen, and see a completely different future from this moment.
enough.
No more extravagance.
"...Let us replace the young people and teach the iron bumps and pointed ears what Charlieman are."
After spitting out the tobacco in his mouth, the veterans silently put the quilt on their heads, shoveling the soil, splashing water, and covering with a layer of quilt... After covering the whole three layers, they rushed out of the hiding place.
Almost immediately, a violent bomb rain splashed on them, but whether it was a 7.92㎜ machine gun ammunition or a prefabricated grenade fragment, there was no way to take a quilt that seemed to be vulnerable. In this weather of splashing water and ice, three The quilt soaked in water and frozen is almost as hard as steel, and there is frozen soil between the quilt. In front of this protection like composite armor, light weapons can hardly play a role.
At the moment when the weapon failed, the reconnaissance type immediately waved its arthropod and ran up-when a dozen tons of metal rushed over at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, whether or not that layer of protection was the same. On the contrary, the sheets soaked in water are very heavy, and holding the heavy sheets, they rushed over with their heads covered. Those humans have no chance to avoid collision.
The reconnaissance judgment is not wrong.
The veterans also thought of this.
The moment the human body collided with steel, the grenade fuze wrapped around the waist and chest burned to the end. The shrapnel and the storm pulled off the metal armor. The high-adhesion combustion agent penetrated into the armor gap through the storm. The scouts instantly became huge bonfires.
But even so, the "Legion" still did not miss the figure through the explosion and fireworks, and the only remaining three or four people were quickly rushing towards the landing "iron fist" echelon.
-Intercept the target.
The machinery made whispers that were inaudible to humans. Unlike human beings who would be burned to death in front of hundreds of degrees of flame, the "legion" made of metal would remain unscathed even in the flame of Baidu. Will suffocate due to lack of oxygen and heavy smoke. Flame cannot stop their movement.
It should be so.
however.
The white phosphorus extracted from the unexploded incendiary bomb released a flame of 2,000 degrees Celsius~EbookFREE.me~The current in the built-in circuit gradually disappeared. It may be that the system automatically cut off the power supply at a high temperature, or after crossing the Debye characteristic temperature, the thermal motion of metal ions intensified, the conductivity dropped sharply, and only one step was moved, and the reconnaissance type was frozen in place.
Leaving behind the reconnaissance type and the support support type that hurried back to block, Renell seemed to be running on the Kasuga field, crashing into a rocket and jetting backwards, falling straight to the ground, a violent explosion. The flamethrower fuel tank carried by the reconnaissance type was exploded, and the burning fire and rain splashed onto other airframes that could not be avoided in the air, and a lot of fire fell from the sky.
In the snow lit by the flames, the mechanical undead were still twirling in vain, trying to perform the task they were given. The silent dying wailing drifted and disappeared a little bit in the wind and snow, and the blackened steel gradually became silent, and the rigid metal limbs Standing in the wind and snow as if dying.
After a brief silence, the sharp hiss of the gliding wings tearing the air rang again, and the new "Legion" had arrived on the battlefield.
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