PNB Chapter 908 Testing the Broken Army
Chapter 908 Testing the Broken Army
It wasn't as clumsy and slow as I had imagined.
The armored figure crouched slightly, then straightened up with an extremely smooth and fluid movement.
It stretched its neck, turned its shoulders, and bent its knees; all its movements were no different from those of an ordinary person, and even more agile and powerful.
"The core of the 'Breaking Army' armor is its built-in, fully-covered 'neural sensing' operating system."
Fang Yu began his explanation, while simultaneously projecting the pilot's first-person perspective from inside the armor onto a huge holographic screen.
On the screen, there is a clear view of the outside world, with various data streams superimposed at the edges: directional coordinates, terrain scan maps, system status, virtual crosshairs, etc.
"The driver doesn't need to learn how to 'drive' this armored vehicle. He just needs to do whatever he wants, like walking, running, or throwing a punch."
"The bioelectric sensors inside the armor will capture the electrical signals of his muscles and the intentions of his brain in real time, and instantly convert them into mechanical commands."
"In the driver's perception, this 2.5-meter-tall, 1-ton suit of armor is no different from his own body."
As they were speaking, the "Po Jun" formation in the center of the arena began to move.
It started by jogging, then gradually increased its speed, and finally entered a full-speed sprint.
Each time its massive metal feet landed, they left a shallow mark on the solid ground, yet its heavy body achieved an astonishingly high speed, with the speed displayed on the screen reaching a staggering 40 kilometers per hour.
That's a speed that humans can't achieve.
It did not slow down at all when it rushed towards a 10-meter-high vertical barrier wall.
With a sudden burst of power from its legs, its massive body leaped high into the air, and with one metal arm bracing against the top of the wall, its entire body flipped over in a perfect arc.
Upon landing, the massive hydraulic joints provided perfect cushioning, ensuring a smooth landing with only a dull thud.
Castro had forgotten about the cigar in his hand.
His eyes widened as he watched the steel giant dart and shift across the field, performing various tactical maneuvers that exceeded human limits. His expression shifted from bewilderment to astonishment.
"Next, firepower."
Fang Yu switched the commands.
The armory on the side of the field slowly opened, and a row of mobile weapon racks slid out.
"Po Jun" walked to the weapon rack. The front armor of its right arm was open, revealing a standardized weapon interface.
It removed a menacing-looking six-barreled rotary machine gun from the weapon rack, the interface automatically locked, and the mounting was completed amidst a series of clicks.
“Considering your operational environment and logistical pressures,”
Fang Yu explained.
"The 'Po Jun' adopts a modular weapon design."
"This is the 12.7mm caliber 'Storm' smart machine gun. The built-in fire control computer assists the driver in ballistic correction and target locking. It has an effective range of 800 meters and a rate of fire of 3000 rounds per minute."
"It's more than enough to suppress enemy firepower or tear apart light vehicles."
In the distance, three simulated reinforced concrete bunkers rose from the firing range.
"Po Jun" raised his arm, aiming his gun at the target.
As the driver locked onto the target with his mind, everyone could see on the holographic screen that all three bunkers were locked by red squares.
The next second, a piercing gunshot rang out.
The six barrels spun into a blurry black shadow, and the scorching bullets spewed out of the chambers like fire whips.
Bullets rained down on the nearest bunker, producing a dense, metallic clanging sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves.
Visibly, the sturdy bunker's front was riddled with holes from bullets, cement chunks were flying everywhere, and the steel bars inside were broken one by one.
In less than ten seconds, the entire bunker was razed to the ground in a terrifying storm of metal.
Guevara's breathing became somewhat heavy.
He had seen heavy machine guns before, but he had never seen such precise and ferocious firepower.
Before they could recover from the shock, "Po Jun" turned to the second bunker.
This time, instead of using a machine gun, it raised its left arm.
A device resembling a six-tube rocket launcher is mounted on its left arm.
"The left arm is a multi-functional launch pod that can be loaded with smoke grenades, high-explosive grenades, or 'bee sting' top-attack micro-missiles."
Fang Yu introduced.
With a soft "whoosh," a small missile, trailing white smoke, flew out of the launch pod.
It drew an upward arc in the air, then plunged vertically downwards at an odd angle, precisely hitting the top of the second bunker.
After a silent flash, came a dull explosion.
The entire bunker seemed to swell up suddenly as if a balloon was being inflated from the inside, and then collapsed with a roar, accompanied by billowing black smoke and flames.
As for the third, furthest bunker, "Po Jun" simply raised his right arm, and a slightly larger missile roared out from the rack on his shoulder.
The missile flew at an extremely high speed and hit the target almost in the blink of an eye.
The violent explosion shattered the entire bunker, with a power comparable to that of a 155mm howitzer shell.
In just one minute, three fortified positions that would have taken an infantry platoon half a day to conquer were easily wiped out by a single "Broken Army" machine gun.
"In addition to frontal firepower, protection is also of paramount importance."
After Fang Yu gave the order, a 14.5 mm anti-aircraft machine gun, mounted on a fixed turret on the other side of the field, aimed at the "Po Jun" armor standing still in the center of the field without being operated by anyone.
"Fire."
With a deafening roar, a fiery dragon composed of tracer bullets lashed out at "Po Jun's" chest.
Those were terrifying rounds capable of penetrating all light tanks of World War II, each one carrying devastating kinetic energy.
The armor was riddled with sparks and tilted back slightly, but it remained firmly in place and did not fall.
The intense firing continued for a full fifteen seconds before stopping.
As the smoke cleared, the chest of the "Broken Army" armor was charred black and riddled with bullet holes, but not a single bullet could penetrate the thick composite armor plate.
The armored vehicle shifted, dusted itself off, and then raised its middle finger towards the turret.
This provocative gesture, full of human warmth, made Allende, who had just been holding his breath in tension, burst out laughing.
Castro was also stunned, then burst into laughter.
"Damn, I like this guy!"
"Finally, and this is the most important feature for you."
Fang Yu emphasized his words.
"Reconnaissance and information perception."
Inside the venue, the lights suddenly dimmed, simulating a nighttime environment.
Meanwhile, ten snipers dressed in ghillie suits that blended in with the surrounding environment quietly entered the area and took cover.
To the naked eye, they blended perfectly into the simulated bushes, rocks, and trenches.
"Now, Comrade Guevara, please tell me, can you find them?" Fang Yu asked.
Guevara squinted, his hawk-like eyes carefully scanning the entire area.
As a master of disguise and counter-disguise, he managed to find two or three suspicious locations where people might be hiding.
"It's hard."
He answered honestly.
"But for 'Po Jun', it's very simple."
Fang Yu tapped the screen.
The holographic screen's image switched instantly. The originally dim view transformed into a thermal imaging world composed of blue, green, and red.
The cold ground and rocks were a deep blue, and the heat emanating from the bodies of the ten lurking snipers, no matter how well they were disguised, could not be hidden.
In the thermal imaging field of view, they turned into clearly defined humanoid silhouettes emitting an orange-red glow, with red triangular warning symbols automatically marked above their heads by the system.
"In the jungle, especially at night,"
Fang Yu's voice was like the whisper of a devil.
"Faced with the 'Breaking Army' equipped with thermal imaging and battlefield data links, any form of camouflage and ambush will become meaningless."
"Your enemies, in the eyes of your warriors, will forever be the brightest campfire in that dark night."
On the holographic screen, "Po Jun" marked the coordinates of the ten "campfires" one by one on the tactical map, then leisurely switched back to the grenade launcher and fired a stun grenade at one of the hiding spots.
After a violent flash and explosion, the hidden sniper covered his ears and staggered to his feet, signaling his elimination.
The test site was lit up again.
Castro, Guevara, and Allende remained silent for a long time.
If the "Xuanjing" brought them a revolutionary understanding and ecstasy of the future of naval warfare, then...
So, "Po Jun" brought them a deep-seated fear and longing for a complete change in the form of land warfare.
Castro seemed to see the Cuban army of the future, where every soldier would become such a jungle warrior.
Once the American army lands, they will be met with an endless, unpredictable nightmare.
Guevara, however, thought even further ahead.
He thought of the mountains of Bolivia, the jungles of Africa, and all the places in the world where oppressed peoples wage armed struggle.
If they could all possess "Po Jun"... what a magnificent sight that would be!
The flames of revolution will spread throughout the world at an unprecedented speed!
"Dean Fang..."
Castro's voice trembled as he strode up to "Broken Army," whose pilot had already emerged and was wiping sweat from his brow.
Castro reached out and stroked the cold, hard armor plate repeatedly, as if caressing the most precious treasure.
I retract any of my previous doubts.
He turned his head and spoke to Fang Yu with utmost seriousness.
"Tanks? Rocket launchers? Compared to this, those things are just museum trash!"
"This! This is the revolutionary weapon we truly need!"
"I need them!"
Che Guevara also came over, staring at "Po Jun" with a fervent gaze, as if he were looking at his lover.
"The more the better! With fifty... no! Twenty of these 'Broken Army' tanks, I'm confident I can liberate the capital of any South American country within a month!"
Allende was also flushed with excitement. He held onto the railing and murmured to himself.
"With it, my soldiers won't have to be cannon fodder anymore... We'll have the power to protect our democratically elected government..."
Fang-Yu watched them quietly, and only spoke after their emotions had calmed down a bit:
"So, do you understand now?"
"The real war begins long before the weapons clash. It is an industrial war, a technological war, and even more so, a war of ideas."
"And we will provide you with all the tools to win this war."
He paused, then gave a mysterious smile.
"Furthermore, I assure you all."
What you've seen today is just the appetizer.