"Here, put it on."
Before getting out of the car, Mr. Ji threw the white one-piece protective suit to Phytogluca, who hurriedly put on his clothes on the narrow car seat.
Old Man Ji held a Geiger counter in his hand and walked towards the cars and armored vehicles parked in the middle of the field.
Phytolacca got out of the car. It was past six in the morning, and the early morning fog in the mountains had not yet dispersed. It was a good time to breathe fresh air, but he was forced to wear a thick white hemp bag and could only "huff and puff" through the filter tank. "The ground gasped. Parked in the field on the roadside was a dark 09-type infantry fighting vehicle and a scrapped BYD car. They were all dragged here early in the morning and piled here. A group of large sacks from the base equipment department were surrounding them. with measurement data.
"You're done." Old Man Ji put his hands on his hips and said, "You've been burned into this virtue."
Phytolacca approached, and the one with the most severe damage visible to the naked eye was BYD. The car body was completely charred, leaving only an empty shell. The smell of burning rubber and plastic was still permeated after a night. Even the filter cans couldn't stop it, and the aluminum The bodywork was cut diagonally across the middle, and traces of high-temperature melting could be seen on the fracture. The metal was melted, rolled over, and then solidified into an irregular shape like foam, as if it had been cut straight open by an oversized acetylene gas cutting gun.
The Type 09 infantry fighting vehicle next to it is in slightly better condition. The infantry fighting vehicle shell is composite armor with high-strength alloy steel as the core. This thing weighs 16 tons and can withstand 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs at a distance of 100 meters. , but it still couldn't resist the oversized acetylene gas cutting gun. A huge scar thirty centimeters wide ran from the top of the infantry fighting vehicle's turret to the bottom of the vehicle, cutting through three thirds of the vehicle body like a hot knife cutting through butter. Second, through the huge gap, the dark interior of the infantry tank can be seen, all burned to cinders.
There is no doubt that this is the work of the Lighthouse Angel.
"One glance, just one glance at that thing, that's it." Old Man Ji kicked the 09-style tire with his foot, "It's grandma's."
"Is this the equipment used to fight the angels last night?" Phytolacca asked.
"No, these are all targets." An equipment department assistant standing nearby replied, "The war zone dragged many scrapped vehicles to the front to serve as calibration objects and traces to withstand the attacks of the angels, in order to evaluate the opponent's attacks. Power and destructive power...these two are unfortunately caught. Anyway, there are a lot of abandoned and vacant equipment, and we no longer need conventional weapons to fight against those things."
"The melting point of the alloy steel of the Type 09 body is at least 1,500 degrees Celsius." Phytolacca reached out and pressed the body of the infantry fighting vehicle, with black and gray in his hand, "It's really scary."
"It's not enough to reach the melting point." Someone reminded, "The attack sweep time is only one second at most. Think about it, an infantry fighting vehicle is cut into two pieces in one second, and our mechanized equipment is in front of it. It's like paper... It's a big problem, and when it came out two weeks ago, we didn't expect it to be as difficult as it is today."
"That would be even scarier."
Phytolacca looked to the west along the direction of the road. Under the thin mist, he could vaguely see the scorched hills and woodland in the distance. He knew that in that direction - perhaps floating on the reservoir, perhaps entrenched among the mountains, or perhaps traveling through the endless mountains. In the street of human beings, Phytolacca imagined in his mind a white sculpture holding a long sword, a Buddha statue with a smile, always squinting his eyes and turning up the corners of his mouth. Phytolacca used to think that human beings must perish, but now Look, he is still shallow and naive.
Unfounded pessimism is meaningless, groundless, and unfounded. It can only be seen in the current environment, facing the unknown monster that wields a long knife and cuts everything at will, and watching it step by step. Only by force can Phytolacca realize that this sentence is correct.
Humanity will surely perish.
People sealed the traces one by one with evidence tape, and someone handed Old Man Ji a dark and heavy metal stick, slightly longer than a palm and thicker than a thumb, which had been burned off.
Old Man Ji frowned.
"Teacher Ji, what is this?" Shanglu asked.
"The bullet core of 120 mm caliber APFSDS." Old Man Ji shook the half of the stick in his hand, "Tungsten alloy, melting point is 2800 degrees Celsius."
“I remember tungsten is the metal with the highest melting point,” Phytolacca said.
"Yes, but it's almost like a candle in front of that light." Old Man Ji said, "Did you see it last night?"
"I saw it. I was at the observation station in a tree and saw a thin red line pointing from the ground to the sky." Phytoglutto nodded, "Staff Chen Yu from the Operations Section of the headquarters took me there."
"You are running around blindly, you little bastard." Old Man Ji snorted, "Do you know? The long-distance multispectral temperature measurement data of that line is 4000 degrees Celsius. It can make you evaporate from the world fifty meters away. It's your fate to be swept away by it, so don't run around at any time, especially now, we are outside the defense line, and this is no man's land."
This is indeed outside the defense line. Looking back, we can still see the undulating ridges of Nanshan Mountain. There are also abandoned houses on both sides of the road. The group of them drove out of the Nanshan Tunnel and drove one kilometer outward along Chayuan Road. Then they stopped by the roadside. I found a piece of wild land as a testing ground.
Old Man Ji directed the cadres and workers of the equipment department to cut and knock, cutting out and numbering the parts burned by the angel.
Phytolacca didn't know how to operate the cutting machine, so he squatted down and helped others sort out the numbers.
"I would like to ask, how did we deal with it before?" Phytolacca asked, "Deal with the lighthouse angel?"
"The Lighthouse Angel has not appeared in the past many years. From 2009 to now, it is a form that we have never observed." The equipment department cadre squatting opposite shook his head, "To be precise, every time All kinds of angels are unique, because the forms we observe are just their projections in three-dimensional space, and the projections can be diverse, which is why angels are so difficult to deal with - they have almost no rules."
"Then what does its body look like?"
"I don't know." The other party shook his head again, "The people at the headquarters may know. You have to ask them."
"Teacher Ji!" Shanglu turned his head and asked loudly, "What does the lighthouse angel look like?"
"Looks like JB!" Old Man Ji replied.
Shanglu rolled his eyes and stopped asking.
He put the transparent evidence bags on the grass one after another and sighed: "In other words, there is nothing we can do to deal with it?"
"With such a high temperature, even high-temperature-resistant alumina ceramics can't withstand it. What else can we do?" The equipment department assistant shrugged helplessly, "You have to be stronger than the tungsten alloy core of the fin-stabilized sabot armor-piercing projectile. OK."
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With a "clang" sound, Old Man Ji took out a gray brick from his broken bag and slammed it on the table of the conference room, looking around proudly:
"This is what we can currently get that is stronger than the tungsten alloy core of the tail-stabilized sabot armor-piercing projectile. It is a tetra-tantalum-hafnium pentacarbide ceramic that can withstand 4,000 degrees Celsius!"
There was silence in the conference room.
"Come on, comrades? Use this thing to make a shield, right?"
