Manual of Space-Time Interference

An idea can only be an idea, and a bold idea is just adding the word "bold" in front of it. The principle is just an illusion until it is put into action.

Dialect once also thought about bringing a mechanical crawler back, but along the way, he did not see the scrapped machinery, which means a problem, that is, each machine in the mechanical army is equipped with a positioning device.

Or, another unknown positioning method.

This means that the intellectual brain has sufficient control over machinery, and there are no scrapped machinery in the wild, which also means that the mechanical force already has a mature recycling system.

All in all, this situation dispelled part of the dialect's idea, that is, when encountering the Blue Ocean's troops, bring one of the five destroyed machines.

At the same time, the part supported by the mechanical crawler is composed of 8 mechanical feet, similar to a spider-like structure, and the main structure of the upper body is equivalent to a trapezoidal iron block.

Because of the amount of bombs, it looks bloated, and its size is almost the same as a modern car. With the mechanical feet next to it, it is estimated that it will weigh about 5 tons.

In fact, if the dialect is given time and a safe place, maybe he can rely on his "unique" dismantling method in the mechanical profession, and then dismantle a part of the mechanical crawler and bring it back, but unfortunately, with time, he There is no safe place.

However, when there are better options now, Dialect feels that he can still try it.

Things used in war, flying in the sky and running on the ground, have different standards, just like the American raptor, with an empty weight of only 19.7 tons, while the main battle tank M1A3 has a weight of 53 tons.

The aircraft of the mechanical age is similar to the modern unmanned combat aircraft, but it is very different. The length of the aircraft is about 3 meters, the wingspan is 5 meters, and the overall shape is triangular.

The 6-barrel machine gun is located at the bottom of the nose, and the rocket nests are located on both sides of the wing. The maximum flight speed should reach 150 meters per second, which is 540 kilometers per hour, and it can be suspended in the air for a short time.

And the aircraft 1 km away fell from a height of less than 100 meters from the ground, and tried to slow down at the last moment without an explosion.

All this means that the aircraft is in very good condition now, the more things can be preserved, and the more technology it can provide for research.

Thinking of this, Dialect smiled. In the last 10 minutes, maybe he could bring some more things back.

Without any hesitation, Fang Yan glanced at the two servers he was carrying, then threw it aside in disgust, twisted his neck, took a deep breath, and rushed out with the gun in his hands.

Under the night sky, this urban area seems to be very quiet, and the slowly rushing differential adds a touch of coolness to the summer.

The sound of the mechanical reptiles trampling the ground gradually became clear, the atmosphere began to slowly solidify, and the smoke of gunpowder was about to permeate the land.

This road is not quiet, and it will soon be noisy!

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"Find the target and execute the cleanup plan!"

A red light appeared from the camera of a mechanical crawler, and within the detection range of its thermal imager, dialect finally appeared.

At the same time, a red light appeared in the cameras of all the mechanical reptiles who were still looking for them, and they quickly turned and aimed in the direction of the dialect.

"boom!"

A gunshot ripped through the night sky, and Dialect, who was on the ground on one foot, quickly pulled back to his body, pulled the gun bolt, looked at the fallen mechanical reptile, and continued to run forward.

The machinery has not formed an encirclement now, and all the dialect needs now is to run towards the falling aircraft, so as for the battle, he can avoid it now.

It really didn't work, so I just hid in the building next to me, and then waited for a few minutes and went straight back to the modern age.

After all, little life is more important!

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

A mechanical crawler emerged from the front corner and fired instantly when it discovered the dialect, but at the same time, a loud noise overwhelmed the roar of the two machine guns.

"Crack!"

Dialect calmly pulled the gun bolt again, looked at the intersection ahead, slowed down, ran over, then leaned against a wall and glanced outside, but immediately retracted, turned to protect his head, facing the direction of the intersection

"Boom!"

The flames shot out behind him, and the wall against which it was attached shook, and then a few cracks were torn out. At the same time, the overwhelming sand and stones were lifted into the air, and finally landed on Dialect.

"Puff puff!"

The bullet hit the wall behind Dialect, making a dull sound.

"boom!"

A loud bang pierced the sky again, and the mechanical reptile that appeared from another street fell to the ground instantly. Dialect retracted the muzzle, and calmly swiped the bolt again.

"Boom!"

There was a gap in the wall behind him, and the gravel mixed with the air waves pushed him out directly. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Worge, a little bit of knighthood, okay! I won't do it!"

The dialect, who fell to the ground, immediately got up, and at the same time, he stumbled towards the building next to him, but he lowered his head the moment he entered the door.

"Ding! Dang! Crack! Crack!"

The bullet rubbed his scalp and flew from above, hitting the shelf next to him, making a crackling sound. The bottle and can placed on it instantly shattered, and then hit Dialect.

My bold idea is killing me!

Dialect complained and thought, leaning on his body and moving quickly towards the opposite door, the glass shards cut through his face, leaving small wounds.

"Let's go!"

"boom!"

The moment he went out, Fang Yan shouted, raised his gun to aim, and pulled his index finger back to the store.

"Puff puff!"

"Boom!"

Several bullets hit the ground where Dialect had just stopped. At the same time, a 14.5mm bullet tore the outer armor of the mechanical crawler and hit the miniature missile it carried.

A fire soared into the sky in the center of the intersection, piercing the night sky, as if trying to light up the city.

Dialect leaned against the wall and pulled the gun bolt again. Under the reflection of the firelight, a smile appeared on his face blackened by gunpowder smoke.

Perhaps, this is the price, representing the passing of youth and the beginning of a man...

Dialect thought, leaned his head against the wall, and quickly observed the surroundings of the next intersection with the help of the firelight, then immediately shrank back, tightened the gun in his hand, and took a deep breath.

It would be even better if there was a cigarette, hold it, along with the dispersion of smoke, interspersed in the battlefield...