Ding Canghai sighed. He didn't have the time to personally examine what exactly was inside this data packet; there wasn't enough time, nor was there any need.

As the Army Chief of the Third Reconnaissance Army, Old Ding sometimes had to be responsible for filtering the intelligence provided by other reconnaissance ships to ensure that the limited bandwidth of radio communication could carry more useful information.

But here is the C1915 star, the largest singular planet in this region, possibly even in the entire Tenglong Nebula.

It's now become the enemy's rear, and the value of intelligence related to the C1915 star was already unique in its class, with no need for filtering.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

The medium-sized radio, three persons tall, started to vibrate slightly. The cannon-like transmitter was slowly adjusting its direction, trying to align as close as possible with the position of the Source Star Fleet Headquarters.

Ding Canghai thought again; he was in the valley crevice, and the radio waves would undergo multiple refractions while being transmitted out, causing strength attenuation.

Therefore, to ensure that the Fleet Headquarters, which was more than 0.03 light years away, received complete and clear information, the radio should adopt the ultra-range high-power mode to guarantee the success rate of the transmission.

But the ultra-range mode requires warm-up activation, and the metal shield of the radio station can hardly completely cover up the electromagnetic radiation released externally when the power supply battery is overloaded.

Though the enemy seems only to have means to block information flow and doesn't focus on blocking radio signals, positioning surveillance is surely fine, otherwise, just after Xiao Wang sent a message, the unknown enemy combat unit that destroyed the Military Command Center wouldn't have immediately deployed. Additionally, the opposing side surely mastered the means to cut off information flow communication; previously Xiao Wu could use the information flow. After exposure, the Military Command Center had to use radio communication to indirectly inform me that the information flow communication was cut off.

Ding Canghai hesitated only for a second, decisively choosing to enable the ultra-range mode, he couldn't be conservative, he had to take a shot.

He calculated the time in his mind, quickly rose to his feet, and in sequence, released palm-sized auto-triggering tracking bombs, floating lightly through the dust drifting vertically or obliquely from above due to the prior overall satellite vibration, spreading across various parts of the valley crevice, some quietly attaching to vertical rock faces, some embedding in rock crevices, some disguising as rubble affixed to the ground.

Then, he powered up the optical probe on the Sniper Armor to its highest setting, and with the aid of extremely faint cosmic background light refraction, the tactical helmet's visual panel no longer displayed complete darkness, revealing some vague silhouettes.

Afterward, Ding Canghai initiated the warm-up procedure for the ultra-range mode.

The vibrations at the base of the medium-sized radio became more intense, with low-dose electromagnetic radiation inevitably leaking out.

Ding Canghai held his breath, his eyes staring intently above through the tactical helmet's screen, the vibration sensors in his feet adjusted to maximum capacity, trying to eliminate the interference source effects from the nearby medium-sized radio in an effort to identify the approaching enemy.

On the visual panel, one grain of meteor dust after another kept falling from above in a straight line, gently landing like snowflakes in a vacuum environment on Ding Canghai's helmet cover.

Suddenly, Ding Canghai's pupils contracted sharply.

As a Level Eight Gunsmith, a top-tier assassin, and a seasoned reconnoitre, he honed his abilities to the peak through rigorous training, possessing an extremely high sensitivity to minute changes within visual scenes.

Though his equipment's overall power and lethality were inferior to those of a Level Nine Mechanical Warrior, Ding Canghai, as a Level Eight Gunsmith, was certainly not outmatched when it came to subconscious judgment abilities for battlefield intuition.

On the visual panel, he only vaguely sensed some subtle changes, but couldn't make them out clearly.

In the next second, he decisively activated the Sniper Armor's internal comprehensive battlefield information capture device, equipped with multiple composite functions, including information flow scanning radar, electromagnetic radar, red and ultraviolet light radar, visible light radar, and metal magnetic induction radar.

Information flow radar showed no response.

Electromagnetic radar showed no response.

Red and ultraviolet light radar showed no response.

Metal magnetic induction radar showed no response.

...

Visible light radar had a faint response but was negligible, akin to the natural flicker of cosmic background light.

It's light! I need light! 0.05 seconds later, Ding Canghai activated the strong light projector atop his Sniper Armor's head.

This is the reaction speed a Level Eight Gunsmith should have.

Then, Ding Canghai's armor first captured an image about three hundred meters above through the optical lens, then employed a military-grade crystal chip for data processing, delivering the image to the visual panel with a negligible delay of one ten-thousandth of a second.