Chapter 5: Super-Electromagnetic Gun
The previous wave of decapitation missiles destroyed the wasteland warriors' last counterattack ability.
The experienced soldier in the lead had his arm blown off, and was dragged back to the bunker from the half-buried place by the young men who were carrying the wounded. Both of them were covered in dust and dirt.
The old soldier propped himself up and raised his head.
Amid the yellow sand, a sandstorm in the distance had rushed into the area, causing darkness to the sky, but one could still vaguely see a second missile being ejected from the weapon bay of the hunter in the distance.
It is red, without any paint, but already covered with rust.
Just like an ancient collection.
This missile is already an outdated weapon.
But it has enormous destructive power. If it is fired again at this distance, it will definitely destroy everyone present, including the temple ruins that the Black Hand has found with great difficulty.
The old soldier looked back and saw that Su was still rescuing the wounded. The heavy machine gun fire point that had been firing had also stopped and there was no more fire support.
He gritted his teeth and pulled off his turban, revealing his messy beard and withered cheeks.
Through chip control, the body's prosthetic circulatory system is shut down.
More computing power was squeezed out of the personal fire control system. In the prosthesis of the left eye, the halo for locking and aiming moved, constantly calculating the direction and finally locking onto the target.
He took out two plasma grenades from his waist, took a deep breath, jumped out of the bombed bunker, activated the overclocking mode of his legs, and limped towards the hunter.
We must destroy it before the missile is launched!
Otherwise, the hope that my brothers have been searching for will be extinguished here.
Of course, such a suicide attack would also result in one's own death.
But living in this hopeless world, learning from others to ignore the devastated reality and indulge in false pleasures and decadence.
What is the difference between such a life and death?
If there is still hope in this world, let it be left to those who always believe in themselves!
But even if you are determined to die, the road to death is full of surprises.
Before the leader rushed out of the shelter, the six-barreled cannon on the robot's left arm began suppressing fire in that direction as if it had predicted it.
The crazy shooting bullets broke the stone pillars of the bunker, shattered the stone slabs, and pushed back the soldiers who had just emerged.
The young men in the rear carried three wounded soldiers and moved further back.
He moved with force, agility and courage, but when he turned back for the second time, he was hit in the left arm by a bullet. His entire arm exploded, sparks flew, and he was blown away by the impact.
A few seconds later, the dizzy wasteland warrior, the black-haired Su, shook his head and climbed out of the sand pit, dragging his broken arm.
He was anxious to support the leader, but the strong electromagnetic shock he had received earlier had caused problems with his brain chip and the prosthesis in his body, and he was staggering as if he was drunk.
The prosthetic left arm was damaged again, causing him to lose balance.
He fell down just as he stood up, and lay on the scorching ground in a mess, with sand and wind blowing all around him. Then, he saw a foot appear in front of him.
A pair of weird, tattered cloth shoes with rough patches on them. Probably no one in the wasteland would wear them.
Su raised his head and saw a strange guy with his head wrapped around his head squatting beside him in the wind and sand. The guy picked up his electromagnetic heavy sniper from beside him.
He seemed to be injured, with blood oozing from his arms, but he was wearing a strange, tattered gown. His head was wrapped with a cloth, covering his mouth and nose, just like the wasteland warriors.
Only a pair of eyes with clear black and white were revealed.
The exposed cheeks were a little too white.
Not much of a wastelander.
Jiang Xia also turned around and looked at Su who was trying hard to get up.
He looked up and down at the young man. Jiang Xia was very interested in the mechanical body on Su that was obviously not flesh and blood.
But now is not the time to ask this.
He looked at the "gun" in his hand.
This thing is very similar to the guns in Jiang Xia's memory. It has a handle, a trigger, and an armrest, but it does not have a barrel in the traditional sense.
Instead, there are three silver rails that extend outward and split apart.
At the rear end of the guide rail, there is an electromagnetically excited coil device.
It looked very much like a miniature version of the super-large experimental electromagnetic gun that Jiang Xia had seen several times, but it did not exceed Jiang Xia's understanding of firearms.
He fiddled with the thing in a very serious manner.
But after trying several times, it failed to launch.
Obviously, this thing has some kind of identity lock design.
"Young man, come and help me."
He raised the silver-white, colorfully painted electromagnetic heavy sniper in his hand, said something to Su, and then pulled the half-paralyzed Su out of the pit without further ado.
Put his hands on the grip and trigger of the electromagnetic gun.
The next moment, as Jiang Xia skillfully pulled the safety, the coil of this sci-fi-looking heavy sniper rifle began to discharge and charge energy, and a triangular piece of ammunition was ejected from the magazine and placed into the guide rail.
"Thanks."
Jiang Xia said.
The next moment, under Su Huan's dazed gaze, Jiang Xia moved his body outward, braving the endless dust and smoke blowing in front of him, and completely ignoring the robot's suppressive shooting.
In this deadly hail of bullets, this strange man seemed to have gone mad. After moving more than ten steps away from him, he stood up carelessly without any defense.
Bullets were flying all around, but Jiang Xia didn't care.
He shot in a combat stance, calmly holding the electromagnetic heavy sniper rifle in both hands and the butt of the rifle against his shoulder.
The familiar feeling came to my mind again.
Everything is under control.
The smart sight in front of him locked onto the rust-red-painted robot in the swirling dust ahead with a rapidly jumping triangular cursor.
"boom"
When the electromagnetic gun is fired, there is only a slight surge of electricity.
With the sound of a gunshot dubbed by Jiang Xia himself, the cold trigger was pulled.
3 milliseconds of time.
Megaampere current flows from the coil into the acceleration rail.
The triangular projectile is endowed with kinetic energy converted from the 5 megajoule energy starting in the super-strong electromagnetic field spreading on the guide rail.
Super strong kinetic energy brings super strong destructive power.
The moment Jiang Xia pulled the trigger, without any delay, under the astonished gaze of the leader who had already made a desperate charge, a ball of fire suddenly burst out from the waist and abdomen of the hunter robot more than three meters tall in front of him.
Like an invisible fist, it accurately pierced the hunter's energy shell at this moment.
Shoot through its main battery pack.
The safety device was then activated, the robot's operating system immediately went offline, and the energy supply was cut off, avoiding a major explosion. The missile launcher behind it lost its energy at its last breath and paused.
The fire extinguishing device was activated, and white smoke instantly enveloped the robot.
The sandstorm is getting worse.
But after that loud bang, the entire desert seemed to be completely quiet. There was no more sound of roaring ammunition, and even the swirling sand and wind became pure.
It was as if the fierce battle just now was just a dream.
In the swirling sandstorm, the old soldier turned around, still holding a plasma grenade with the safety unlocked in his hand. He looked back and saw a guy he had never seen before standing next to Su.
The guy tilted his head and was taking the electromagnetic heavy sniper from his hand.
He was wearing a headscarf, so his expression couldn't be seen, but from his pair of black and white eyes, one could clearly see a hint of curiosity and a sense of relief.
Jiang Xia felt the old soldier's gaze.
As a polite person, Lao Jiang responded immediately.
"Click"
Reload, aim, and pull the trigger.
The whole process was smooth and completed in one go.
In the stunned eyes of the people crawling up beside him, the pulse rifle in the leader's hand was accurately hit by the triangular bullet and the entire thing broke and exploded.
The next moment, under Su's gaze, the muzzle guide of his beloved electromagnetic sniper rifle slowly moved and finally touched his forehead.
Looking along the barrel of the gun, Jiang Xia's finger was still on the trigger.
Just a slight tap and the young man's head would explode.
Jiang Xia winked at the bewildered young wasteland warrior, pulled open his headscarf a little, brushed his dusty and gritty hair, and said:
"This thing is good, very exciting, but it doesn't have a gunpowder smell, which is a bit strange. Let me introduce myself, my name is Jiang Xia, a... um, businessman."
"Now, here, I have the final say!"
