Siberia

Hades Independent Operations Task Force

Second Lieutenant Patrick Flo

Seeing that Jeffrey was safe, Patrick quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he examines every step of his plan, he can't help but think that he is too bold, and he believes that half of this self-confidence comes from his crazy and unreliable conceit, as well as his conceited capital.

So far, perhaps a lot of it depends on luck, although they have experienced a lot of hardships during this period, but they have all survived, and overall it can be said that it has gone smoothly.

However, the time to relax and catch his breath is fleeting, and the final move is settled, and the victory or defeat depends on the fate of the next. Patrick knew what would greet them when they stepped up the stairs and ascended to the surface, but they wouldn't stop. He seemed to hear a sneer, the madman who had rotted in the ground, sneering at what he had done, and he seemed to hear the plea, and the maiden who slept peacefully in the flowers wept for her brute devotion.

What is this, Patrick said to them in silence, this life has long been his own, what he wants to accomplish or fail to accomplish, what he maintains is not as simple as the life of an individual. It is not instinct and thought that drives him, but all his senses, all the voices he hears, tell him that he has to do it.

"I've gotten permission from the sub-level AI to observe the core experimental area of the Ruins Research Base," a frantic voice came into my ears from the communicator, "It's terrible, it's a mess outside, it's so chaotic that I want to scream." ”

"I don't need you to say," Noyeru said dissatisfiedly, "the slimy and ugly corpses along the way speak for themselves. ”

"What should we do?" asked him, and she could tell she was worried, "Is there a specific route and strategy?"

"No, just do the right thing," Patrick replied, "Do you know what you're going to do, Gefti?"

"Yes......" Jeffetti nodded, "I'm sure ......"

Then come up with the corresponding awareness. ”

The floodgates opened, and the sun and cold wind blew in their faces, embracing them into their arms. The trembling of the muscles was due to the lower temperature or the fear in the heart, and different wails had filled the vast plains.

The teniferous forest, which had been bulldozed a long time ago, was now burned to the ground with a little vegetation on the surface, but a tombstone made of steel, a wriggling trickle no longer a solo of clear water, but a mixture of liquid that knew the name but was too numb to say it.

Artillery and missiles ravaged the dead land, explosions played the evening bell as hard as they could, and people fought each other with weapons that were sometimes cold, sometimes hot, ignoring the fact that they were victims. They trample on their own lives, challenge again and again, and in the end, what is precious and priceless will be exchanged for nothing more than indifferent things that can measure their value.

Of course, on the battlefield, no one will think too much, no one will have time to think too much, so no one will feel sad, for the sake of the swords, for the people who are like brothers, for themselves. Only when we look back on the matter will we feel the pain of asking for our lives and understand the position of our hearts.

The scan is released at a frequency of thirty seconds, marking all units and highlighting threatening targets. They crawled under an AAX-07 firepower platform with their upper body cut off and ran to a facility where a hole had been carved out by a particle beam cannon, and inside was a reconnaissance team from the Southern Union that was informing them of the location of the shelled AA-03 firepower platform.

Patrick threw a shock grenade that paralyzed the three enemies, and the G41 raised his gun to kill them with ease. Mondstadt and Noyeru escorted Jefti to follow, and a string of bullets fell behind them, passing them.

"G41, clean up the surrounding threatening targets and do it according to the scan. ”

"I see!"

Through the hole, Patrick could see straight into the obelisk that pointed straight into the sky, proud and untouchable. He stared at it, and it stared at him. The man-made lake around the monument was mudged by the war, the water surface was rippling, and the pyramid-shaped buildings standing in a row were either destroyed or destroyed.

The Southern Alliance's offensive became more and more violent, as if only by destroying these, this mysterious weapon could be stopped. However, Jeffrey, who was also looking at the obelisk, shook her head slightly, and wordlessly told him that it was all in vain. It won't be long before this terrible momentum will come at them, and sooner or later Nanlian and Luo Lian will realize that what they should do is find the key, not do everything possible to wear down the lock.

"It's not a long distance, Patrick ......," said Jefti.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty," said the madman, "I've got your carriage ready for you. ”

With that, three tanks with particle beam cannons stopped in front of them, and the side armor of the tanks was hastily painted with the logo of the compass, as if they had been temporarily put into battle.

"Luo Lian's old thing, let's make do with it, anyway, they hurriedly used it to fill the vacancy, and they won't pay attention to it if they don't have these three. ”

They had to accept the service of madness, which was much better than running on a pair of legs. Patrick and the others climb onto a tank, with Mondstadt and Noyeru in control, while Patrick and the G41 act as gunners outside. The other two tanks were controlled by madness, and forming a column would at least be able to hide from Luo Lian's eyes.

"The No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 machines are operating normally," said madly, "intercepting Luo Lianfang's communications, which are still in a state of concealment." ”

"At ten o'clock, the MS-N of Nanlian approached us, a total of two aircraft. Patrick warned.

One of the MS-N took the lead in the attack, firing with an anti-vehicle gun mounted on its right shoulder, directly attacking the tank on the left flank. The tank turned the particle beam cannon, and a blue ray engulfed the shell.

The tank on the right flank then accelerated to the left of the column and opened fire on the target MS-N, and the particle beam melted the entire right arm of the mech. The damaged mech still rushed up, wielding a chainsaw in his left hand to cut into the turned tank, the tank's turret rotated, the muzzle of the gun was attached to the driver's seat of the MS-N, and the recharged particle beam was released, melting the enemy plane along with the barrel.

"Cut, don't look down on people. Crazy smacked his tongue, the two flames behind him became farther and farther away, "The second machine is offline, and there is still a threat to the hostile unit." ”

The particle beam cannon beneath Patrick's feet shifted and was trying to aim at the remaining MS-N, blue rays rushing towards the target. The opponent used the thruster to levitate to approach, decelerated sharply and lifted up slightly, dodged the attack, and then extinguished the thruster and landed.

MS-N turned around and locked onto them with a missile launcher, another ray pierced one of its knees, causing its center of gravity to be unstable, and the tank behind it accelerated into it, and the mech lay down.

"Eleven o'clock direction, the infantry of the Southern Union. ”

"Leave it to me!" said G41.

Patrick noticed a shadow hanging over the lifeless land in the distance, and he traveled at an angle with them, slowly expanding, and their goal seemed to be the same. He looked up at the smoke of gunpowder in the sky, and the giant beast that should have hovered showed off its exaggerated size.

He thought he was mistaken, but the more he looked at it, the more obvious it became, the NB-90 was heading towards the Tower of Babel, and it couldn't stop sinking.

"Crazy, this guy is going to knock down the Tower of Babel......"

"Maybe worse, suicide attacks using nuclear reactors and the like......"

"You can't afford to fall short here, find a way to stop it. ”

"Hey, how can I stop this monster!"

"How do I know, don't you master the rules of the security system?"

"I have to juggle you all at the same time...... Oh, yes, it's the last time! the last time! to do your job at the risk of burning yourself...... Don't ask me to do that in the future!"

"Whatever you want, I'll get it for me. ”

"Then sit tight!"

The frenzied communication was cut off, and Patrick didn't know if he could be heard again, but the unmanned tank was dutifully protecting them.

The particle beam beam disintegrated the chaotic enemy formation, and Ronan and the two sides were slaughtered in this vast place, and there was basically no difference. They distinguish between friend and foe and then fire at each other without hesitation, and the communication between the troops mingles with wails and roars, and the reports of the battlefield are far from keeping up with the chaos.

Surrounded by bullets and bullets on all sides, there is not an inch of safety in the land, and the craters opened by the artillery fire create a spectacular view of the surface of the moon, in which countless remnants of war are buried.

The smoke raised is linked to the feeling that Shen touches the sky an unclean gray yellow, and the sensations touched by the five senses are linked to fear, yet people still go against their hearts, ignoring all ideas, and consuming the lives of the collective.

Patrick observes the NB-90, and the material shuttle changes its trajectory and sinks faster. When the mothership was about to land at the same level as them, he knew where he had landed.

"G41, hold on, the shock is coming. ”

"Huh, what...... Wow!"

Bone-chilling waves crashed against the tank, causing the body to shake, followed by several more waves.

The NB-90 landed in a coffin-shaped artificial lake, and the huge hull caused the lake to overflow the levee and rush into the battlefield. The crystal clear water of the lake has become muddy, and some debris floats on the surface of the water, while others sink to the bottom, both of which are garbage polluting the water. Ironically, the water that washes the wilderness is not necessarily harmless.

The waves wet Patrick's coat as he stared intently at the recharged, awaiting activation of the Tower of Babel, with its spire pointing to the center of the sun.

Here they are. They finally arrived.