Frost threw a grenade into a machine-gun bunker and turned around and slid down the ramp, falling into a trench dug by the enemy. The gravel thrown by the explosion fell on him, among which were fragments of grenades.

"Next!"

They fought hard in the trenches, and they would encounter two or three enemies without taking a step, and each one could not wait for their lives. They may appear in front, behind, or even overhead. Frost had thought that he would either be shot or blown up by them, and he had never thought about the possibility of a nervous heartbreak.

Master Chief Unakin led them through the dead ditches, taking as many tunnels as he could to avoid the enemy attacking them from above the trenches, while also calling in air support to take advantage of the time after the bombardment. Frost didn't enjoy the feeling very much, and the dirt kept falling from above, as if the tunnel was going to collapse at any moment, burying them.

"There is an enemy at five o'clock!"

They entered another tunnel and cleared the enemy inside, and Frost, hearing the warning, immediately flipped over the cover and the enemy attacked from behind. One of the friendly soldiers was shot in the head and fell straight down, and Yunakin didn't look back, just fought back fiercely. They quickly took out this group of enemies, and soon another group of people would come over.

"Delta Team Calls Air Support, Repeat, Delta Team Calls Air Support!Coordinates ......"

The sound of gunfire drowned out Unakin's calls, and Frost coped with the enemies that were pouring in from all directions, but he could not kill them all. Soon he ran out of grenades, and his assault rifle had only two magazines left, and he couldn't use a single bullet per person.

Yunakin turned off the comms and turned to assist him in returning the fire, his eyes still burning with fire, but it was not a flame of hope, Frost knew very well that this villain had put life and death on the line, and he would only think about how to kill more people from the Southern Union.

"Frost, go pick up Webb's ammunition," he said, "and dead people don't need these things. ”

Frost could only follow orders, he dragged the corpses of his comrades to a relatively safe place, and then removed everything from the corpse as quickly as he could. Bullets came and went in his back, never hitting him.

After hastily resupplying, they moved through the tunnels to several other exits. Leaning on the dirt and glancing out, Frost could see the unrecognizable Congress, they were close, but not close enough.

"Listen, we don't have air support anymore, but our only chance of surviving is to get into Congress," Unakin said righteously, "so don't stop, no matter what, understand? ”

Frost threw out all the smoke grenades on his body, and the white smoke quickly clouded the streets, but he could see the fire, and the bullets were flowing through it.

"Now, get out!" said Yunakin, turning and rushing out, "Enter the Congress!"

Frost rushed out with him, lowering his weight and running into the smoke, enduring the bullets tearing through his skin. He ran for a long time, but the distance of less than two hundred meters tested his limits, and even though the bones groaned and he was about to lose his movement, he still raised his legs forward.

The strong concussion made his center of gravity unstable, and he staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground, and his ears stirred his brain. The explosion was so close to him that in a trance, he steadied himself and continued to move forward.

Climb the stairs and raise your gun to shoot the enemies blocking the entrance, and Frost even fell into it. He leaned back on cover, gasped twice, and then held his breath and went deeper. He smelled a sweet smell in his throat and stiffened in many parts of his body due to GS-91's repair function, but he couldn't stop.

They made their way to the second floor, burrowed into a dark room, and used the obstacles as cover to engage enemy forces outside. The ratio of the two sides is two to ten, and there are many more to come.

"It's just the two of us, Frost!" said Yunakin, smashing the enemy as he tried to get closer, "I can always count on you, my friend!"

Frost pulls the trigger, punches a man through the heart, and retreats in search of his next target. To be honest, he kind of hated that it was him and Yunakin who survived every time, and he had to be instructed by him to fight all the time.

The explosion shook the entire building, and he shot his gun out of the chaos, killing several enemies who had not stood in one fell swoop.

"Hah! Do you hear that?" said Yunakin with a smile, "our comrades have not given up, and today we will crush the enemy's heart! Let's go, we have to destroy the enemy's anti-aircraft cannons, so that our air force can fly over here and sweep the artillery units in the enemy's rear, so that our comrades can all come in." I can guarantee that they only have three ...... left No, it's two anti-aircraft guns!"

The destruction of enemy anti-aircraft artillery was no stranger to Frost, even to the point of boredom. However, this is also the best way to survive, as long as the support can reach them, it is basically once and for all.

The first anti-aircraft gun was not far from them, and after they had eliminated the enemy in front of them, they came out of the room and advanced under the window to prevent the enemy from upstairs from attacking them. They stared at the staircase and did not hesitate to pull the trigger as soon as an enemy appeared. The rain of bullets still poured in from outside the window, and Frost bent forward, walking side by side with death.

Almost across the hiding room, on the platform outside the window was an anti-aircraft gun, the muzzle of which was spewing tongues of fire into the sky. Frost ventured to his feet and fired at the enemy outside the window, quickly killing all three enemies near the anti-aircraft gun one by one, while Unakin climbed over the window as he fired, threw the explosives under the anti-aircraft gun, and flipped back again. The two men reached the staircase away from the anti-aircraft gun, detonated the explosives, and the parts of the anti-aircraft gun tumbled off the platform with a heavy sound.

"There's one left!I can smell where our prey is!" said Unakin excitedly, striding up the stairs. Frost tried to catch up with him as much as he could, he didn't want his only comrade to die recklessly, or he would suffer too.

The second anti-aircraft gun, as it was, appeared opposite them. He approached in the same way, sweeping away the enemy in his path, but when he attacked the anti-aircraft guns, he went awry. When Frost got up to shoot at the enemy, a fourth damn guy appeared behind the anti-aircraft gun, and he also raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Frost immediately pulled his gun and shot him back, and the man's body rolled down the Capitol.

Frost turned to confirm the situation, and Yunakin's abdomen was already in shambles, and even with GS-91's function restored, he was currently unable to move. He had no choice but to drag the Master Chief into the back room, and a horrific bloodstain stood out.

"Go! Frost!" shouted Unakin as hard as he could, shoving the explosives into Frost's arms, "destroy that anti-aircraft gun!"

Fröss nodded, rushed out of the room, and in the blink of an eye, saw three soldiers coming down the stairs and charging at him menacingly. He hurriedly pulled out his pistol, and the first three bullets slapped one man in the face, and the soldier fell on the spot, and the remaining bullets swept through, only killing one more person.

A third enemy approached him and raised his shotgun to shoot, but Frost threw the unloaded pistol and hit him right in the eye, deflecting his hand and hitting the ceiling with a single shot. Frost then rushed over, knocked the man down with a punch, then stuck the bomb behind the man's back, grabbed the edge of the body armor, raised it, and threw it at the anti-aircraft gun.

Exhausted, Frost threw himself into the room and detonated the bomb, driving not a single throbbing muscle.

As the smoke of the explosion cleared, Frost slowly rolled over and sat down relaxed against the wall. He saw the smoke from the anti-aircraft guns, and the Unakin underneath grinned, a row of blood-stained teeth that was particularly glaring.