Chapter 7

In the classical era, how did one escape the attack lock of a long-range light armor suit?

The most popular and classic operation was the chaotic waveform jump. The chaotic waveform jump refers to the use of unpredictable changes in direction to achieve high mobility, making it difficult for long-range attacks to lock on. Because its movement trajectory, when connected, forms a series of large and small, disorderly waves, it is called a chaotic waveform jump.

In the classical era, the chaotic waveform jump was a skill that almost every pilot had to master.

However, it is now the year 4019.

Attack and defense technologies are like two intertwined spirals, constantly alternating between constraints and counter-constraints. A technology is eliminated for one reason: it can no longer adapt to the needs of the times.

Light armor suits have entered the brain-controlled era and the humanoid era, with various high-tech developments advancing rapidly. More advanced technological products bring higher efficiency, are easier to master, and place less strain on pilots.

How to deal with the chaotic waveform jump? Fermi didn't know either.

Who would study a technology that had been extinct for a thousand years?

However, relying on the entire security center, Fermi, with his rich combat experience, quickly came up with a plan after calming down. The principle of the chaotic waveform jump is not complicated, even simple. Problems that could not be solved in the past now have many solutions in today's advanced technology.

The only thing that made Fermi feel somewhat constrained was the alert level. Level 3 alert meant he could allocate limited resources and needed to plan carefully.

He said calmly, "Calculate the target's necessary waypoints."

The main control light brain: "Starting calculation."

Two seconds later, red dots appeared on the map projection, marking the eight places that Iron Farmer King must pass through. The school's required time was very tight, greatly narrowing the target's choice of routes. Fermi was familiar with every corner of the campus, and the locations and surrounding terrain of the eight waypoints immediately appeared in his mind.

He chose the artificial lake on campus as the battlefield.

That was the best battlefield!

The open lake surface, with only one bridge crossing it and no other buildings, was where Fermi noticed the opponent was very skilled at using various buildings and terrain for cover.

He quickly drafted a combat plan and sent it to everyone. The entire combat plan almost required the allocation of all resources under a Level 3 alert, and he needed everyone's support.

Thinking about how he had set the weapon power to 10% earlier, Fermi felt like a fool.

The noisy security center quickly quieted down, and everyone was drawn to Fermi's combat plan. All present were veterans, and they could almost instantly discern the quality of a combat plan.

The atmosphere in the security center suddenly became lively, with several people even cheering. The pressure had been immense, and everyone felt a bit suffocated. They couldn't imagine the principal's fury if they lost to a farming light armor suit, and they wouldn't be surprised if the entire security center was purged.

Fermi's combat plan made them all breathe a sigh of relief, and their emotions returned to normal. They suddenly felt that the previous tension had been somewhat exaggerated.

"Perfect plan!"

"100% guaranteed kill!"

"Too devious, I like it! Boss, I'll bring you coffee!"

...

Even the usually stern deputy director chuckled and joked, "As expected of Fermi, the farming armor killer! Let's go with this plan! Everyone, stay focused. I'm telling you, if this fails, you're all going to eat shit!"

Relaxing, everyone burst into laughter.

Long Cheng suddenly noticed that the artillery fire that had been relentlessly pursuing him suddenly stopped. He did not relax his guard but became even more cautious. It seemed the opponent had adjusted their combat plan, and something must be waiting for him ahead. In battle, relying on the enemy's slackness or mercy is no different from suicide.

The instructor had said, "Always expect the worst."

Despite knowing danger lay ahead, Long Cheng did not stop for a moment but instead took the opportunity to speed up. He was very clear about his purpose; victory in battle was not his goal; obtaining admission to the school was.

Time was invaluable, and the outcome of the battle was insignificant.

If losing the battle could secure his admission, he would immediately kneel and call the principal "dad."

The speed of Iron Farmer King suddenly increased, almost moving in a straight line, encountering no attacks along the way. He needed to compress the time on the road as much as possible to buy time for the impending conflict.

The terrain radar on Iron Farmer King was set to maximum power, and he roughly understood the opponent's intentions.

His vision focused on a point on the map, and a green prompt box immediately appeared.

"Lake, area 32 square kilometers, maximum depth 66 meters, good water quality, suitable for freshwater aquaculture, recommended species: crayfish..."

Ignoring the prompt box, Long Cheng's mind raced.

For him, this was undoubtedly the worst terrain.

Long Cheng realized the security center's intentions, and the students watching also guessed. They could not only guess but also "see." Most of the light armor suits they were riding were equipped with advanced radars, and they could see all the security center's movements.

"It seems it's the artificial lake!"

"Should we secretly tell him? Would that be cheating?"

"We tried earlier, but he didn't open the public channel, or maybe he doesn't have one."

"Then he's on his own. Damn, I'm so angry watching this, I want to blow up the school, what should I do?"

"There's a chance."

"Iron Farmer King, go for it, turn into a duck in the lake!"

Nie Xiaoru, sitting in the cockpit, chatted with her best friend intermittently: "Iron Farmer King is going to lose. This school is no fun, making such a big fuss over a farming light armor suit. If I were the principal, I'd expel them all."

A gentle voice came from the other end of the communication: "Not getting into Fengren might be a good thing for him."

Nie Xiaoru said lazily, "Iron Farmer King has some skill, is young, and has some potential for cultivation."

"Are you planning to recruit him?"

Nie Xiaoru scoffed, "Recruit him? This broken school doesn't even allow servants. I'll send him to Uncle Liu for cultivation. It should be good."

Her best friend, He Liwen, was somewhat surprised: "Liu Hengzhang? You have such high hopes for him?"

He Liwen and Nie Xiaoru had grown up together, and she knew Nie Xiaoru had high standards. Despite Nie Xiaoru's casual words, the fact that she directly recommended him to Liu Hengzhang showed her high regard for him.

He Liwen chuckled, "Rare to catch your eye, the poor boy is turning his life around."

Though she said this, He Liwen didn't take it to heart. There were so many talented people in the world, but how many ultimately achieved something? They had seen too many young talents growing up, and they were just topics of conversation over tea and snacks.

They talked about some recent interesting events and troubles in their lives, and just as they were engrossed, Nie Xiaoru suddenly made a light "hmm."

He Liwen, being perceptive, asked, "The final battle has started?"

Nie Xiaoru nodded, her attention drawn to the firepower deployment around the artificial lake.

Being close friends, He Liwen didn't disturb her and started browsing the latest entertainment news. Unlike Nie Xiaoru, who liked fighting, the gentle He Liwen was more interested in the entertainment industry. He Liwen, with her exceptional appearance, figure, and temperament, was the old man's beloved, and the He family had long paved the way for her interests.

They chatted when they had something to talk about and went about their own business when they were busy. That was their way of getting along.

In the sky above the lake, sixteen [Fire Hurricane] heavy firepower drones had taken their positions. The [Fire Hurricane] heavy firepower drones, equipped with three gun barrels, could provide strong firepower suppression. With thick light shields and some mobility, they were a good supplement to fixed defenses. Their weakness was slow movement and poor resistance to interference, making them ineffective in complex environments, but they were deadly in open terrain.

Under a Level 3 alert, sixteen [Fire Hurricanes] were the maximum number that could be mobilized. To deploy the sixteen [Fire Hurricanes], the security center had to shut down other turrets first.

Fortunately, the artificial lake was in the latter half of the target's route, giving the security center time to set up.

The open artificial lake had only a five-kilometer-long bridge with no cover on the bridge surface. The sixteen [Fire Hurricanes] were positioned on both sides of the middle section of the bridge.

This was Fermi's plan.

If the opponent was skilled at using terrain for cover, choose an open, unobstructed environment. If they were skilled at finding blind spots, create a no-blind-spot, unavoidable concentrated fire zone. If they were skilled at chaotic waveform jumps, choose a narrow terrain where they can't maneuver, increase the firepower density, and achieve full coverage!

Fermi wouldn't dare to do this with any other light armor suit. He was taking advantage of Iron Farmer King's pitiful flight speed, almost zero aerial evasion ability, and zero water passage ability.

Actually, Fermi had a better plan: blow up the bridge. Unfortunately, a Level 3 alert didn't allow such an operation.

Fermi didn't hide his intentions, and Nie Xiaoru understood at a glance.

If she were driving a farming light armor suit, could she make it through? She thought carefully and shook her head. It was impossible. The narrow bridge surface made chaotic waveform jumps ineffective, and the [Fire Hurricanes] could form a completely sealed-off area with no theoretical possibility of passage.

This was a flawed firepower blockade that any conventional combat light armor suit could easily break through.

But the opponent was clearly taking advantage of the farming light armor suit.

No chance of winning! Not even a one percent chance!

Nie Xiaoru had already started making preparations to send a subordinate to contact this guy. Recruiting someone required their willingness.

Because she was chatting with her best friend, she didn't hang up but instead typed a text message to prepare to send to Aunt Li, the housekeeper who accompanied her mother. Aunt Li was experienced and not as mindless as her mother.

Just as she was about to send it, Iron Farmer King appeared in her field of vision.

She instinctively paused, a hint of interest appearing on her face. Perhaps this was a good test.

What would he choose?

Rational abandonment and a dignified exit? Or a bloodthirsty charge?

Hmm? She was taken aback.

The farming light armor suit, upon reaching the artificial lake, made an unexpected move.

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