Chapter 862 861. Hey, alien communication technology! Boy!

As Hugeson guessed, after the gnoll priests performed the hunting sacrifice, their cruel gods generously sent blessings of hunting.

For a god who has not yet awakened, such a large-scale blessing of divine power is rare. This also proves that the Bone-gnawing clan's siege on the Genoa Peninsula has indeed given the Lord of Hunting more divine power to squander.

As for the hunting blessing it issued, it was also quite powerful. It put the already fast-moving hunters into a silent mode, and also gave them a near-permanent blessing of "dangerous vision." Now these jackals can use their naked eyes to

Dangerous things were found within visual range.

This ability does not sound very powerful, but in today's swampy terrain, having such a pair of eyes will undoubtedly greatly improve the survival rate of the gnoll pioneers.

Today's hunters walk in the filthy swamp without any breath leaking as long as they don't get into battle. It is therefore difficult to notice those dangerous plants. Coupled with a large number of kobolds used as cannon fodder for human demining, it is just a ceremony.

In the early morning of that day, an area was cleared efficiently.

After all, no matter how dangerous a plant is, it cannot evolve a bigger brain than a kobold. Their danger comes more from unknown and hidden sneak attacks. If they can be detected in advance, the jackals have many ways to deal with them.

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Xu Gesen is very satisfied with such a gift of power. The only regret is that currently only jackal hunters can obtain this blessing. Barbarians and priests must still be careful when moving in the swamp.

In the area where the Jackals settled, dangerous plants were uprooted, and ferocious beasts were caught and used as meat in the pot. The Jackals began to use this gradual advancement method to build an advance camp on the other side of the swamp. It seemed that everything was going the same way.

On track, but the bad news is that the plants here grow extremely fast, and it will take just a few hours for new shoots to sprout from the burned area.

In other words, if the jackals cannot advance quickly, once time prolongs, the originally safe area will once again become a nightmare for predators.

But now that they have found a way, the war machine of the jackals has started again.

After realizing that the Transians were preparing to copy the tactics of Desolate Mountain, the Hunting Priests began to actively disrupt the psychic energy of the Filthy Swamp without even requiring orders from Warlord Hugersen, in order to disrupt the Transians' use of psychic orbs for communication and command.

system, previous wars have demonstrated the necessity of disrupting command.

Although this method is very ineffective for those strange undead heroic spirits, for the local army of Transia, losing control can easily put them into a passive situation.

As expected, the players and scouts wandering around the swamp found that their communication orbs failed again. This made the People's Army soldiers curse that what the halflings were doing was unreliable, but in fact this was strange.

It can't be found on other halflings.

When the Computational Orb was designed, it was not used as a killing tool. The halflings did not intend to use this thing in war, so naturally they would not bother to upgrade it to prevent interference. Moreover, the communication function of this thing is based on the wandering world.

If the psychic factor takes effect, if it fails in a chaotic psychic environment, it cannot be called a "design flaw", it can only be said to be a "product feature".

"Hey, it's time for our cool alien technology to appear. I declare that the days when jackals can cut off Transia's communication system by just casting magic are gone forever."

In a swamp near the eastern edge of the Filthy Swamp, Diguashai, who had received a new mission, was talking strange words while trudging through the mud with his three dormitory brothers.

They formed a standard cover formation, with Digua Shao as the vanguard fully armed, Fufu and Tomato Sauce on the left and right, and Cucumber Tiao advancing in the middle. He was carrying something that often appeared in World War II-themed war movies on his back.

A boxy rectangular metal box, about the size of a schoolbag, was tied to Cucumber Strips with a strap.

It is very simple overall, but there are a few knobs on the top, a fixed intercom and a short antenna that shakes as it moves forward.

An old-fashioned walkie-talkie.

Military equipment that uses radio devices for remote communication is an "invention" from Meng Haha, a member of the Silver Moon Group. It uses a lot of "local engineering technology" to make local improvements. In fact, the appearance does not have to be so "retro".

, but under the strong request of a group of veterans headed by Bang Ge and Lao Qin, Mengha finally had to compromise and change it to its current style, and even sprayed it with military green paint to ensure "100% restoration."

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"There is still one kilometer away from the scheduled communication test position, brothers, work harder."

Diguashao glanced at the map, turned around and shouted to the three brothers:

"Old Qin asked us to complete the encrypted communication test of this thing under strong interference as soon as possible. We have to use it to call the headquarters of the Maginot Line of Defense from an extreme distance of 18 kilometers. In other words, I can't understand what Sister Mengha is.

How do you knock this thing out with a wrench in another world?

Although I am not a science student, I also know that this thing needs to use a secondary computer, right?

How do you rub that thing with your hands?"

"Your sister is a diode! It's obviously a tube, okay? You know you're not a science student, so don't try to figure out these problems that are impossible for an art student to figure out!"

Cucumber Tiao, who was walking forward with a walkie-talkie on his back, complained fiercely:

"As long as you know how to use it, is it interesting to have to find out more about it? How about I go offline and pull out high school physics and explain the principles to you on the spot?"

"That's right, sweet potato fever is just looking for trouble. Aruba needs to be beaten hard to wake up."

Ketchup next to him made a joke in a bad tone. Perhaps in order to strengthen his persuasiveness, he also patted the Blood Vulture Claw rifle hanging on his chest and said:

"You used to think that we couldn't imitate modern weapons in Transia, but you see Brother Zhongzhong and the others have come up with works like Sten under difficult conditions. Although this gun is indeed a bit bad, it can

It's a good thing to open people's heads!

Craftsmen and physicists always have weird ways to achieve such technological miracles, it’s like fucking magic.”

"Not only that, when I went back to Scarlet Castle to deliver a letter a few days ago, I also saw Wu Nijiang and several of his accomplices driving around the city in a black smoke-burning coal truck. Since the last time the car exploded,

, they seem to have modified that thing, and now it drives with black smoke, but it looks good."

Doufufu pushed up his helmet and said with emotion:

"I chatted with Wu Nijiang, and the guy is now very confident. He said that his Dongfeng Vehicle Factory has successfully received an order from the People's Army, and he also said that he is planning to develop motorcycles.

Holy shit!

That's a motorcycle!

I have already booked a car with him and was tricked into paying a deposit. Wouldn’t it be nice to drive you around the world in my cool car when the war is over?”

"Brother, you may have been tricked, right?"

Diguashao turned around and said in a strange tone:

"As for Wu Nijiang's vehicle production capacity, just listen to him! Their coal-fired trucks are all made by hand, so how can they have any spare capacity to research and produce motorcycles?

That guy knows how to brag!

Previously, he boasted on the forum that he was going to design a powerful armored train and take us all the way to the Plantagenet Kingdom to steal King Louis' Queen's warm bed, but as a result, there is still no movement yet?

Instead of looking forward to a cool motorcycle, you might as well find a way to catch yourself a wind vulture in the Feather Valley over the mountain people's ancestral forest. I heard that there are rare thunderbirds there, and that thing can fly when it's flying.

Calling lightning, isn't this much more powerful than a motorcycle?

After we finish the battle, everyone will form a group to catch one and use it as a multi-person vehicle for our group travel.

I also heard that high-end gamers have completed side missions at the R-9 base. Now that the territory of the Elf Kingdom has been opened, let’s go there together.

Elf girl, hey hey hey."

"Hey, sister, stop being so wild and finish your work first."

Seeing that Digua Shao had fallen into some damn fantasy, the other three brothers wanted to press him into the mud and urinate to wake him up.

The four good friends arrived at the designated place twenty minutes later after just playing around. They took out the calculation orb to confirm that the place was still in a complex psychic environment, then took out an instruction manual and put the walkie-talkie in.

On the ground.

After some hectic operations, the first long-distance communication on this continent that did not rely on psychic spells and occult techniques but on radio principles was finally pushed into the testing stage.

However, the signal didn't seem to be very good. I tried dialing Diguasha twice but couldn't get through, and the intercom only made noise.

"Is this thing broken?"

Doufufu, who was standing nearby with a gun on guard, complained:

"I heard that Sister Mengha's first experiment failed because of psychic interference. It is said that the free psychic energy in this world will also cause interference to the radio when it fluctuates. After all, that thing is also energy. According to Ai Yin

Stan’s.”

"Farewell Einstein, I told you as an art student not to play around with concepts that you don't understand at all. Your understanding of Einstein's theory is probably limited to his name."

Some sweet potatoes who were anxious to get angry cursed:

"Didn't Mengha say before that she upgraded this thing to anti-interference with the help of Sister Cement? The technology used is from our side, so there's no reason why it can't be connected!

I heard Brother Bang bragging before that combat methods such as total blockage and jamming are no longer effective now!"

"How about you shake it a few more times."

Several art students gathered together and found no way to deal with this encapsulated technological gadget. After Doufufu's proposal of "physical repair" was rejected, everyone was helpless and had no choice but to enter the forum to explain the situation.

"Don't panic. The effectiveness of the walkie-talkie is greatly affected by the terrain and environment. If it cannot take effect at the extreme distance, then go back."

In a dedicated post on the forum, Five Pairs of Wheels gave instructions to the artist team:

"Go back to fifteen kilometers and try again. Mengha also said before that the impact of psychic energy on radio has not been fully studied. In addition, the production parts she used were all improvised by old flywheels according to local methods.

What is produced must be deficient in performance."

"But we can use the forum to communicate. If that doesn't work, we can still make phone calls."

Sweet Potato Shao complained in the post:

"We have no use for this thing at all. The gnoll's psychic interference cannot affect our actions at all."

"Nonsense! How many players are there?"

Lao Qin, who was waiting for news at Wolf Castle, jumped out and scolded with the familiar irritable attitude when talking to Digua Shao in the past:

"You, young man, don't use your brain. This thing was not made for players to use. It is a communication tool to be equipped in the People's Army's combat system. Under the constant psychic interference of the jackals, do you plan to
To be continued...