On June 8, 2112, when the cold air came in to help GS91's body temperature maintenance function, Frost let out a breath from his mouth, and although he didn't see a white fog as he had hoped, the day of snowfall was not far off if this situation continued. However, the further south you go, the colder the weather becomes, and the South Pole is undoubtedly a frozen place, with only snowstorms and polar nights notably.

With an unopened can of coffee in hand, he strolled up the spiral staircase and pulled over to make way for the hurried Air Force soldiers. He thought that being an ATEF would be an existence that people would be respectful of, but how did he know that it was exactly the same as the treatment of ordinary people, and there was neither good nor harm.

Again, they're just ordinary people equipped with more advanced things, and it's the same if someone else wears them.

Frost made his way to the top floor and watched as the others were busy with simple repairs, while he was idling around. Anyway, if the general put it, let them have a good rest, and he also tried to help others, but the artificial intelligence named Exia is always haunting, which is very annoying. Frost simply obeyed his orders with respect, and spread his hands and didn't care about anything.

Yes, they have done a great job again, a handful of people have paralyzed the defenses of Congress, and ATEF has created another impressive record, giving the Antarctic Federation a slap in the face, which is gratifying.

He stepped out of what looked like a balcony, right across from the National Highway and Lake Griffin, where they lost countless lives. Frost never wanted to go through it a second time, and he didn't know how he had come from there alive, and what he said and thought in his heart was always lighter and unimaginable than what he actually faced. It's like hundreds of thousands of people dying in a city, even if you can't believe it even after witnessing it, closing your eyes and turning a deaf ear, questioning the records on the thin pages of a book, always avoiding the history that really happened.

The flags flying in front of the main entrance of the Congress were all replaced by Luo Lian's, and the night before, with the fanatical shouts, the flags of the Southern Union and the local countries were dragged down and thrown into the fire to burn, and the sight of the fire rushing into the night sky Frost will definitely remember. The next day, the Federation of Roxartist United States publicly announced that they had recaptured Australia, and that they would retake all of Oceania, making Antarctica a pure land again.

"Recapture", Frost sneered secretly, this is really a subtle word.

"Sir." Frost heard someone calling him, not from the communicator, but from behind him, so it was definitely not Exia, the guy who would annoy him at the moment.

He looked back and realized that the other man had raised his head slightly above him, still in place. A young girl sits on the scarred eaves of the Capitol, her white skin even surpasses the façade of the White House, and her delicate facial features are indescribable. She looked at him with blue eyes, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind, breathtakingly beautiful.

He had something to brag about to his fox friends if they all made it back alive from the battlefield.

When the girl saw Frost standing motionless, she jumped down from the eaves, and the latter sucked in the curves that she had never dreamed of. Of course, he hadn't forgotten who she was and why she was so perfect.

The cold air calmed Frost a little, and the other party was just an artificial match, so there was nothing to make a fuss about. He is no longer the Frost who wanders the streets and alleys, nor is he spending every day in a muddy nightmare, and he should have enough concentration in the face of things he has never seen before.

"What's wrong, sir?" Wendy asked, her tone extremely flat and expressionless, lifeless like a stiff robot.

Frost didn't speak, just shrugged. He opened the can, held the coffee to his lips, and handed it to Wendy.

"Thank you." Wendy mechanically spat out the words.

Wouldn't it be too stupid to hope that she would be artificial ligands or artificial life, whatever it was called, Frost would have liked her more like a human than a machine, otherwise it would have been too boring.

Anyway, it's the first time I've seen them, maybe they've always been like this, a sad and completely reasonable look.

"Sir, why don't you speak?" Wendy asked.

Frost was a little surprised, he didn't expect the artificial partner to take the initiative to ask, maybe Wendy is a defective product, in fact, there is still a little human emotion in his heart?

He took a deep breath, as if to gather strength and courage.

"Listen," Frost began, "that's what it is. ”

"Why, the voice is so low that no one hears it even if it is spoken, is that true?" Wendy analyzed lightly.

"That's right."

"But don't I hear it now?"

"I raised the eighth pitch."

Frost turned and leaned on the railing, the sight in front of him was nothing to look at, he just wanted to divert his gaze.

"I can still hear you, sir." Wendy continued, "Please don't underestimate the senses of artificial ligands, especially if we can have conversations through communicators. ”

Perhaps, but I probably won't say anything on the battlefield.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I know too little about you, communication is conducive to promoting mutual understanding and is of great help in combat. The members of the squad know each other, so that they can formulate combat plans more targeted and implement them more efficiently. So I've just had a conversation to figure out what kind of person you are, what your personality traits, and what you're like right now. In addition, I think there is a need for a dialogue between the chiefs, above. ”

"Oh, yes." Frost replied.

Sure enough, it's still too stupid to hope for artificial ligands.

"What are you doing here, you two?" A gruff voice drew Frost's gaze back, and Master Chief Unakin was walking towards them, and when he saw him turn around, he raised the red wine bottle in his hand and shook it, "It's dinner time, and if you don't grill the steak and red wine, you'll be robbed, Frost." ”

Frost didn't care, because he had already eaten. He stared at Unakin with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Disgusted? Abhor? Fear? All in all, it's not a good feeling.

"What? Don't worry, I'm fine. Yunakin puffed up his stomach as if to prove healed, "You need to rest, Australia is not fully in our hands." ”

Obviously the declaration was issued yesterday, is it fake? Frost frowned.

"Literally, but there's one last place." Yunakin seemed to see through his thoughts, "But it's important, the general takes it very seriously, so be prepared, both physically and mentally." ”

Frost inexplicably felt that the atmosphere was a lot more solemn.

"Anyway, see you tomorrow, friend." Unakin said, turning and waving away.