The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 52: Dangerous Weapons (Part 2)

A few people tacitly exchanged information about the river bank terrain. Gu Tie used the chemical protective clothing to be stuffed into another chemical protective clothing as a support, and simply made two dummies, then peeed inside, hoping You can trick the infrared device for a little more time before your urine cools down.

The dummy is hidden behind the alder on the edge of the forest path. Baal, Gu Tie, Amber, and Aunt Sura lurking nearby in loose formations. Because the radio is burned by the emp, they must maintain a visible range of each other Within, this seems a bit dangerous.

Gu Tie was lying prone behind a gooseberry, a bunch of plump and juicy little red fruits were fishing on the tip of his nose, he couldn't help swallowing.

Kruger's self-defense pistol also has two magazines. If you hold the trigger, the remaining ammunition will be burnt out in a few seconds. He can't help but regret leaving the m1911 to the red-haired female spy. There are still a few rows of four or five bullets in the pocket that weigh heavily.

Gu Tie opened the bullet bag and looked at a lot of yellow bullets worrisomely.——For the usual, he has used the searched production method to create several ingenious booby traps, but The shortcomings of non-professionals are undoubtedly apparent at this time. Gu Tie, who can't connect to the Internet, doesn't know how to create traps with pins, chewing gum, wooden sticks, and bullets. He has no guts to try.

He suddenly thought of a question.

The terminal chip of the "world", that is, the Genesis terminal that exchanges data in the form of neuroelectric signals, is still quietly staying deep in his medulla oblongata. I don’t know if the explosion of emp has affected this small piece of cutting-edge bio-stacking technology. thing.

Gu Tie immediately closed his eyes and tried to open the terminal interface. He didn't let him down, the slight sting of intercepting nerve impulses came, and the blue client of the "world" filled his sea of ​​consciousness like sea water. Gu Tie let out a breath. Terminals that cannot be connected to the Internet can't even function as a calculator, but at least the familiar interface gives him some comfort.

"Twelve thirty." Gu Tie's nine o'clock direction, Barr raised his hand to sign the current time. The Indian was hiding in a patch of saxifrage. The black combat uniform was quite similar to the color of the ground humus. To cover the reflection of the optical sight, he also inserted a small wild flower in the barrel.

Meng Sao. Gu Tiefu slandered.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he informed Barr in sign language: Move seventy-five yards in the direction of twelve o'clock.

Barvindra did not ask why, and immediately ordered the "Shiva" members to move to the designated location. The leaves rustle eastward, and the figure in black combat uniform quickly traverses the bushes in silence.

The location that Gu Tie pointed to was the shaded side of a gentle slope. The **** was covered with willow and sorbus trees, and on the **** was a bush of low herbaceous plants. A pine tree grew unexpectedly in the middle of the grass. Gu Tie first climbed the gentle **** and found a shelter in the dense vegetation on the edge of the slope.

"This is not a reasonable choice as mentioned in the tactical manual." Barr opened his mouth not far away, and through the dense plants, Gu Tie could barely see the rucksack of the old comrade-in-arms.

"I forgot an important question." Gu Tie explained in a low voice, "Look at the trees. This is the place where the trees are the most luxuriant. The enemy should keep watch when they find us, and they will turn on the optical camouflage at 30 meters. The left and right sides form a semi-enclosed. Layers of tree canopy will quickly attenuate satellite signals. The biggest defect of optical camouflage is the huge amount of data exchange. This is not a problem in gtc countries, but in dear Belarus, the beautiful ipu country, Pokeski The trees in the park will help us strip off their disguise."

"Puliski National Park." Amber corrected. Gu Tie turned his head, but didn't see where the blonde Russian girl was.

"Cough cough." Gu Tie cleared his throat, "Once the signal weakens, the function of optical camouflage will decline linearly, giving us a chance to hit an off-court home run; but be careful, if the enemy squats still, the optical camouflage will The data throughput is very small, and there is no way to escape. They must be moved, especially, to run."

"Understood." Barr replied briefly, then stretched out his hand and tapped his left wrist to signal that the time was approaching and the enemy might appear at any time. Gu Tie closed his mouth, opened the safety of Kruger's self-defense pistol, and switched the speed machine from fully automatic to three-shot burst.

The woods on the banks of the Pripyat River are silent.

Autumn sun shines through the verdant canopy of the pine trees, and a red-breasted robin with its wings folded and landed on the tree, tilting its head, wondering what it is thinking.

Gu Tie was a little distracted, thinking of the strange riverside town in "World" and his friends with different personalities, and thinking of the agreement with Xiao Liping. He should send Xiao Liping a message to tell him that he is away from the next group. There are still twenty days to go to the meeting, and he may not have time to go back to participate, so Xiao Liping must be held accountable.

One million people have entered the world of the "world", and the virtual world is about to bring about tremendous changes. He needs to find the connection with the players in the "world" in some way, especially the connection with the team members. But the premise is that his weak avatar named Jona can survive in the "world" of the sword and shadow.

When the trouble at hand comes to an end, you must log in to the world to check the status of the character immediately. Although the manual says that the character is automatically managed according to the player's behavior pattern when you are not logged in, Gu Tie is always not at ease.

Several bird calls came. A group of four tones, two variations.

"It's close. Waiting." This method of conveying messages with Gu Bird's cry was taught by the female mercenary named Azwei on the Central African Battlefield. Gu Tie felt very nostalgic.

He rubbed his lips, and blew a short tone for "knowing."

Squinted his eyes, Gu Tie tried his best to distinguish the traces of the enemy from the green and yellow background, but found no abnormalities.

The experienced gtc special service team members can make full use of the optical camouflage characteristics to conceal all visual features. Even if they step on the ground with heavy military boots, they will not break the thinnest branch.

Gu Tie didn't know how Baal learned that the enemy was approaching, but he believed in the judgment of the old comrades.

Suppose the enemy is lurking in that woods. It is assumed that the enemy has easily located the location of everyone from the thermal imaging camera and other sensors. Assuming that the two dummies have no effect, in fact, Gu Tie doesn’t expect the dummies to do anything. There is Professor Tariq’s body at the feet of the dumb dummies without silver. The wise man will blow out from his nostrils when he sees through the disguise. A snorting sniff, disdain to look at the second glance. Gu Tie hopes that this will save Professor Tariq from stray bullets, assuming that every member of Shiva present and Gu Tie’s own head are secured by more than one scope. Locked in the middle of the crosshairs, then the battle is about to begin.

This is a battle of incalculable consequences, and the slight chance of victory comes from confidence in the raid on the Far East core route in Malaysia. Baal's confidence in Shiva members.

A ray of sunlight shone on Gu Tie's neck, warm and itchy. Gu Tie waited quietly for the start of the battle, and couldn't help being distracted again.

The woman named Long Ji, one of the hundreds of millions of personality threads calculated by the quantum computer "Genesis" in real time, is more real than most lively women he has encountered in life.

Every time he enters the body of the astrologer apprentice and sees that woman, Gu Tie can feel the hormones rushing in the blood vessels, and the sweet dopamine is constantly pouring out of the thalamus. This feeling makes him at a loss. He has been twenty-nine since he was born. In the years, he met too many women, but he never found something called love.

The feelings of the youngsters of "World" Zhongqing Dou Chukai towards mysterious oriental women, the feelings of one npc thread to another npc thread, let Gu Tie taste the feeling of missing for the first time, even though he knows that this is destined to have no end. His unrequited love has nothing to do with him. He is just an outsider who descends into the ordinary world. In the quantum computer buried deep underground in Salzburg, love will silently breed, grow, result, and die. All of this, It's just the transformation of the quantum state, the phantom in the phantom, the nothingness in nothingness.

Gu Tie was a little confused. It suddenly occurred to him that the personality named Jonah didn't disappear according to the predetermined pattern after he entered the "world", but took over the time period when he was not logged in, and played two personalities of the same body. This phenomenon seems abnormal. When I see Xiao Liping later, I need to discuss it carefully. ——If I can survive today.

The cuckoo cries sounded. "Hidden," Barr announced.

Gu Tie leaned down. Dense herb plants cover his sight, is it time? If Malaysia fails, what will happen to them? Is there any chance to see the woman named Long Ji again?

He heard his pulse beat forty times. A short period of twenty seconds passed.

A dazzling orange light bloomed in the woods, and the ensuing shock wave overwhelmed the wormwood to the ground. The dull roar shook the heart, and Gu Tie curled up to protect his head. It exploded again. It exploded again. A series of violent explosions sounded from the wetland forest, like the footsteps of the thunder **** Indra slowly walking through the quiet mountains and forests of the Puliski National Forest Park.

No shrapnel flew over the head. This is not a grenade, especially a defensive grenade.

Facing the scorching gale, Gu Tie opened his eyes from between his arms and saw that the continuous explosions clearly formed a wide and narrow fan-shaped path. He immediately understood the purpose of the timpani: these sound and light effects are greater than the killing effects of explosions. It is not to destroy the enemy, but to force the pursuers who do not know where they are to the densely wooded place, right in front of their ambush circle.

Is the timing right? If the detonation occurs one second earlier or one second later, the result may be completely different.

Gu Tie squeezed the Kruger self-defense pistol and opened his mouth wide to release the pressure on the tympanic membrane.

"Bang!" The sharp gunfire penetrated the noon sun, and the sniper fired. The bullet hit the wild apple grove 50 meters to the east, splashing a bunch of bright red blood in the air.

The enemy appeared. Unlike the expected southeast direction, the enemy detoured a lot north, but the pseudo-explosion of the timpani significantly accelerated the movement of the special service personnel, causing the optical camouflage with poor satellite signal reception to reveal messy color blocks. .

Around the enemy hit by the Italians, Gu Tie also caught a few dark-gray squares that were inconsistent with the environment. He twisted his body, held guns in both hands, and his self-defense pistol briskly spit out tongues of fire, "suddenly" with three shots. The short shot shook the muzzle. Although the accuracy and firepower density of this small gun cannot be compared with an assault rifle, Gu Tie, who has been playing guns for many years, has not lost the feeling of mid-range shooting.

He clearly saw the first two bullets squashed into the air like plasticine, obviously blocked by the ceramic armor in the optical camouflage, but the third bullet, which was farther away from the first two bullets, flew out obliquely upwards. Shattered a piece of glass in nothingness. Bright red blood and transparent eye fluid spurted out,-he shot the enemy in the eye.

No fight back.

Barr is correct, the enemy has not received the order to fight back.

The "Shiva" raid was successful. gtc is in chaos.

Their opportunity has come, the only opportunity. A short chance.

Gu Tie kept pulling the trigger. The color blocks were scattered around in an orderly manner. The members of the special service team were alternately covering and retreating. "Aunt Sura!" Barr fired and called the fireman.

The ado-12 "Batterer" automatic shotgun roared deafeningly. Five steps away from Gu Tie, Aunt Sura stood upright in the grass like a statue of a god, spewing a hot torrent from her hand. The mixed No. 12 tungsten alloy projectile and cluster arrow ammunition cut trees and human bodies like a huge sickle, plowing deep trenches in the ground.

The 25 rounds of the drum quickly emptied. Aunt Sura dropped the shotgun among the shells on the floor. The mx-25 grenade gun in her right hand continued to fire. This high-tech weapon lost its target fire control in the emp explosion. Unit, but Aunt Sura used the traditional fuse grenades to hit beautiful fire coverage. A grenade passed through dense trees like eyes, and detonated at a predetermined location. The fireball rose behind the enemy and the wild apple forest became Scorching purgatory with shrapnel flying across.

Smoke, flames, and dust make the performance of the optical camouflage continue to decline, and Gu Tie, Barr, and Qiao’s bullets are chasing fuzzy gray shadows.

Still no fight back. The cruel battle became a game of whacking moles, and Gu Tie felt very boring while knocking down the enemy.

"How long do you estimate gtc's reaction time?" Barr touched him at some point and roared amidst the gunfire.

Gu Tie put on the last magazine, "At most two minutes."

"True north. Now." Barr kept the firepower suppressed, and informed the team members in bird language.

Gu Tie slapped the bullet in the gun, turned around and pushed aside the grass to leave the battle site. It is estimated that there should be 10 to 12 people in the enemy, and 7 to 8 people were sure to be killed. Good results.

He replayed the battle just now in his mind, leaning over and moving quickly.

The gunfire became thinner. Shiva’s members appeared one by one, the timpani was carrying a huge rucksack, Joe was dragging his injured leg, Aunt Sura carried Professor Tariq's body on his back, and Barr was pulling Amber.

Unscathed, Barr's calculations were completely correct.

The gunfire sounded occasionally, the standard three shots were fired, and Gu Tie turned to look at Barr inquiringly, "Confusing them for a while." The timpani answered for the leader.

The defeated leaves creaked under their feet, and several people quickly walked through the wetland forest, and the battle site was thrown farther and farther.

"First of all, we have to escape, we must escape along the Pripyat River to the big cities in southern Belarus, such as Moziri; we expected that they would expect this, so we should go south Go back to Ukraine; but they would expect that we would expect that they would expect this, so we can't go south or north, is that right?" Gu Tie gasped, panting.

"Chain of suspicion? No, I didn't think so much, just choose one direction. They can only choose one direction like us. This is a matter of probability." Barr shrugged.

Gu Tie wiped a sweat, "Okay, I hope character will play a decisive role.... Do you feel the weather is a bit strangely hot?"

Barr looked back and staggered. Gu Tie wanted to reach out and support him, but was waved away by the Indian. "If it's dying, just run forward."

"What?" Gu Tie raised his eyebrows.

"No matter what GTC's mysterious weapon is...it's behind our ass." Barr shook off his long legs and ran fast.

Gu Tie looked back, and immediately lost his words and ran away.

A strangely tall pine tree grew on the top of the low **** where they ambushed just now. Now you can see it across the forest. The tree is slowly dwarfing, like a hand from **** pulling it into The abyss, at the same time, the dark red flames as thick as blood are spreading in the dark green and bright yellow Pulisky National Forest Park, silently engulfing air, trees, mud and river water.