Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 7 Melting Point
"Come on, put on."

Before getting out of the car, the old man Ji threw the white one-piece protective suit to Phytola, who hurriedly put on the clothes on the narrow car seat.

Holding the Geiger counter in his hand, old man Ji walked towards the cars and armored vehicles parked in the middle of the field.

Phytophthora got off the car. At six in the morning, the morning fog in the mountains was still there, and it was a good time to breathe fresh air. However, he was forced to wear a thick white big bag and could only "puff and puff" through the filter tank. Panting, a pitch-black 09-type infantry fighting vehicle and a scrapped BYD car were parked in the field beside the road, all of which were dragged here early in the morning and piled up here, surrounded by a group of big bags from the base equipment department Measurement data.

"Day mother." Old man Ji put his hands on his hips, "burn this virtue."

Phytophthora approached, and the most serious damage was visible to the naked eye. The body was completely burnt, leaving only an empty shell. The smell of burnt rubber and plastic was still pervasive overnight, and the filter tank could not stop it. The car body was cut obliquely at the waist, and traces of high-temperature melting could be seen in the fracture. The metal was melted and rolled up, and then solidified into an irregular shape like foam, as if it had been cut straight by an oversized acetylene gas cutting gun.

The situation of the Type 09 infantry fighting vehicle next to it is not much better. The shell of the infantry fighting vehicle is a composite armor with high-strength alloy steel as the core. This thing weighs 16 tons and can resist 100mm armor penetration at a distance of 12.7 meters. Incendiary bombs, but it still couldn't resist the oversized acetylene gas cutting gun. A huge scar [-] centimeters wide penetrated from the top of the turret to the bottom of the infantry fighting vehicle, cutting open the body of the vehicle like a hot knife cutting butter. Two-thirds of the chariot's dark interior could be seen through the huge gap in the pokeland, all of which were burned to cinders.

There is no doubt that this is the masterpiece of Lighthouse Angel.

"One glance, it's just being glanced by that thing, and that's it." Old man Ji kicked the Type 09 tire with his foot, "It's grandma's."

"Is this the equipment used to fight against the angels last night?" Shang Lu asked.

"No, these are all targets." An assistant of the equipment department standing on the side replied, "A lot of scrapped vehicles were dragged to the front in the war zone, and they were used as calibration objects and traces to withstand the angel's attack, so as to evaluate the opponent's attack. Strength and destructive power... These two are unfortunately recruited, anyway, there are a lot of abandoned and vacant equipment, and we have long since used conventional weapons to fight against those things."

"The alloy steel body of Type 09 has a melting point of at least [-] degrees Celsius." Shanglu reached out and pressed the body of the step chariot, the black ash in his hand, "It's terrible."

"It's not enough just to reach the melting point." Someone reminded, "At most, the sweep time of the attack is only one second. Just think about it. In one second, we can cut an infantry fighting vehicle into two pieces, and our mechanized equipment is in front of it." It's like paper ... it's a big problem, when it came out two weeks ago, we didn't expect it to be as difficult as it is today."

Phytophthora looked west along the direction of the road, and under the thin mist, he could vaguely see the scorched hills and woodland in the distance. He knew that direction—maybe floating on the reservoir, maybe entrenched among the hilltops, or maybe he was crossing the infinite The streets of people, Shanglu imagined it in his mind as a white sculpture holding a long sword, a smiling Buddha statue, always squinting his eyes and upturning his mouth. Shanglu used to think that human beings must perish. Look, he's still shallow and childish.

Unfounded pessimism is meaningless, groundless, and moaning without disease. Only in the current environment, facing the unknown monster wielding a long knife and cutting everything at will, watching it step by step Forced, Shang Lu can truly realize that this sentence is correct.

Humanity must perish.

People sealed the traces one by one with evidence tape, and someone handed old man Ji a black and heavy metal stick, slightly longer than a palm and thicker than a thumb, and it had been burnt off.

Old man Ji frowned.

"Mr. Ji, what is this?" Shang Lu asked.

"The bullet core of 120mm caliber APFSDS." Old man Ji shook the half stick in his hand, "Tungsten alloy, melting point [-] degrees Celsius."

"I remember that tungsten is the metal with the highest melting point." Phytophthora said.

"Yes, but it is almost like a candle in front of that light." Old man Ji said, "Did you see it last night?"

"I see. I was on the observation station of a tree, and I saw a thin red line pointing from the ground to the sky." Shanglu nodded, "Chen Yu, the staff officer of the combat department of the headquarters, took me there."

"Blind mother running around, little turtle son." Old man Ji snorted, "Do you know? The long-distance multi-spectral temperature measurement data of that line is 4000 degrees Celsius, and it can evaporate your world at a distance of 50 meters. It is your fate to be swept by it, don't run around at any time, especially now, now we are outside the defense line, this is no man's land."

This is indeed outside the defense line. Looking back, you can still see the undulating ridges of Nanshan, and there are abandoned houses on both sides of the road. The group of them drove out of Nanshan Tunnel, drove along Chayuan Road for a kilometer, and then stopped at the side of the road. Find a piece of wild land as a testing ground.

Old man Ji directed the cadres and workers in the equipment department to cut, beat, and beat, and cut off the parts burned by the angels and numbered them for preservation.

Phytolaca does not know how to operate a cutting machine, so he knelt down to help others sort out the numbers.

"I want to ask, how did we deal with it before?" Shanglu asked, "Deal with the Lighthouse Angel?"

"The angel of the lighthouse has not appeared in the past so many years. From 2009 to now, it is a form that we have never observed." The cadre of the equipment department squatting opposite shook his head, "To be precise, every All kinds of angels are unique, because the shapes we observe are only their projections in three-dimensional space, and the projections can be varied, which is why angels are so difficult to deal with—they have almost no rules to follow.”

"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!" Shang Lu turned his head and asked loudly, "What does the body of the lighthouse angel look like?"

"Looks like a JB!" old man Ji replied.

Shanglu rolled his eyes and stopped asking.

He stacked the transparent evidence bags on the grass and sighed: "That is to say, we have nothing to do with it?"

"The high-temperature-resistant alumina ceramics can't handle such a high temperature. What else can we do?" The assistant of the equipment department shrugged helplessly. Row."

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With a "bang", the old man Ji took out a gray, one-inch-thick brick from the broken bag and placed it heavily on the table in the conference room, looking down upon the circle:
"This is the thing we can get now that is stronger than the tungsten alloy core of the tail stabilized shell-piercing armor-piercing projectile. It is made of pentacarbide and tetratantalum hafnium ceramics, which can withstand 4000 degrees Celsius!"

There was silence in the conference room.

"Say it, comrades? Make a shield out of this thing?"

(End of this chapter)