"puff!"

This claw did not hit Feng Xingchen, but hit the shock knife deeply into the skull.

This must have been very painful, and the giant beast raised its head and howled.

"go to hell!"

With a loud roar, Feng Xingchen picked up the shock knife that Tong Sanjing had dropped, jumped up again, spun twice in the air, and with the help of the huge inertia of the spinning body, stabbed the giant beast under the ear with a fierce knife.

Finally, the giant beast staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Feng Xingchen let out a long breath, glanced at the mutilated bodies of his four comrades, and felt a sense of desolation in his heart.

However, this was a battlefield. Before he could collect a few corpses and bury them, he habitually turned on the radar and took a casual look. Five kilometers away, nearly twenty red dots were moving rapidly towards his location.

"Damn it!" He cursed angrily, turned around quickly, found his heavy sniper, and took off two quark bombs from Zhou Ping's broken armor, rushed down the deep ditch, and ran towards the other side.

If there were only one or two pursuers, he could still take advantage of the complex terrain of the deep trench to destroy them. However, the enemy was numerous and the trench was narrow. If he stayed in the trench, he would only become dumpling stuffing.

In fact, until now, he has not considered whether he can survive this damn war, but hopes to kill a few more Kaijie people and help his comrades who died on the battlefield regain their dignity.

Their blocking battle this time was good. There seemed to be no pursuers on the other side of the deep ditch. He could keep his speed and run towards the high ground he had defended earlier. Once he got the supply box back, he could kill a few giant beasts!

However, he was happy too early.

After crossing a deep ditch and running for more than three kilometers, a red dot appeared five kilometers ahead on the left. At that speed, it actually exceeded 100 kilometers!

100 kilometers, if the ground reaches this speed, if it is not an eighth-level master, then there is only one thing: a mecha! Even a mecha controlled by an eighth-level master or above!

His heart was beating wildly. This area was relatively flat. If it was really the mecha he imagined, even if he mastered the wind that could leapfrog the challenge, he would not be able to survive.

Deep down in my heart, I have already scolded the eighteen generations of Kaijie people’s ancestors.

He was really depressed.

In a global airdrop, even if hundreds of thousands of troops are dropped on the planet, only one enemy can be found in an area of ​​more than a thousand square kilometers. However, they encountered dozens of units in the area where they were. I don't know if it was a matter of luck or the enemy's control.

Some kind of tracking method?

When I thought of the word "tracking", I was suddenly shocked.

Tracking? Their individual defense lines are extremely scattered. If the commander hadn't rebelled, then the only thing the Kaijies could track was the source of the communication signal!

If this is the case, the individual armored optical brain keeps trying to contact other people's signal sources, but it turns into a positioning signal!

After thinking about this, he quickly cut off the communication completely, and set the temperature modulation of the armor to the "simulated environment" column without hesitating the accelerated consumption of electric energy and the risk of physical decline.

It was dusk at this time, and the surface temperature of the Kuntantalum star was still close to 36 degrees.

In order to ensure the personnel's lasting combat effectiveness, the individual armor will automatically adjust to around 23 degrees, which is the most comfortable temperature for the human body. This is equivalent to forming a signal source with a high contrast between hot and cold. They can use this to track the enemy, and the enemy can also use it.

Use this trick to track him.

The so-called simulated environment is to keep the armor surface temperature consistent with the external environment. Even if there is an air conditioning system inside the armor, a high temperature of over 30 degrees will occur.

This is very detrimental to the electronic components of the armor itself and the loss of moisture from personnel.

However, the decision he made saved his life. A few dozen seconds later, he excitedly discovered that the pursuers five kilometers away began to become blind and gradually dispersed.

"As expected!" Excited, he speeded up.
Chapter completed!