The sending station that left early was then razed to the ground, perhaps because Nanlian or Luo Lian locked down the source and destroyed it completely. Fortunately, they left immediately and changed to a high ground with a better view.

This battle plan—which they explained to him "with great mercy" in order to satisfy their vanity while they were resting—was not so much a temporary idea as it was a matter of thorough preparation. Previously, they shot down the NB-90 floating in the Indian Ocean, and they also deliberately gave up on giving it to Luo Lian for investigation, in order to solve the hidden danger that there are more material shuttles and more XK-Hades 3 on the Southern Union side.

Using Luolian's internal spy AI can be analyzed in an open and honest way, and without anyone knowing, the AI serving Patrick has already mastered the laws of the NB-90 security system and the launch code of the XK-Pluto 3 ballistic missile, as for when he planted the spy in Luolian, Mondstadt does not know.

So from the very beginning, Luo Lian's threat was greatly reduced, and even Patrick rummaged through the marionettes in his hands. Even if Rodren went on a big attack, even if Jeffetti was captured due to his negligence, Patrick didn't have to worry too much. Because Luo Lian would never have thought that the artificial intelligence they relied on was actually a spy of the Free Country, and their every move was all reflected in those eyes lurking in the shadows.

"In that case, we should have been told from the beginning!" said Noyeru in the face of such an explanation, "really, it makes us tremble!"

"Don't be angry, isn't there a saying, 'If you want to fool the enemy, you must first fool your own people' or something. G41 defended her silent master.

Mondstadt was glad that Patrick was on their side, and that alone was enough. In addition, they couldn't trust this weird man at first, and the other party naturally had no reason to trust themselves, and gave everything and everything.

A total of six XK-Pluto-3 models, four of which blew themselves up in mid-air, two flew towards Luolian's relic research base in Siberia, where the warhead dropped numerous warheads, destroying most of the base's defenses, while the main body of the missile continued to fly south until the flame of molten plutonium in the combustion engine was extinguished and crashed to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

Looking up at the sky, the silver sword-shaped material shuttle NB-90 was slowly sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the giant beast hovering in the stratosphere for many years cut through the atmospheric boundaries drawn by people, and Ling Ran in the troposphere, its hideous face intimidated all beings.

The air echelon hovers around the NB-90, like a gadfly biting a buffalo, and the bees and butterflies dance. The flames of the explosion flickered, and fireworks that bloomed only in an instant burst from all over the huge hull, mottled traces of these insignificant lives at the moment, launching a rebellion and self-destruction.

The airborne troops of the Southern Union left the huge mothership and landed on land in a pot-shaped landing capsule, accompanied by a section of the ring - an important air-to-ground weapon of the NB-90, and the fragments were worthless except as a medal for the burial of the fallen pilot.

Mondstadt looked up at everything and remembered that the dawn had come, and the disdainful daylight shone proudly on the brutal battlefield.

They also began to act, at this moment when the light cast through the taiga, although there was light, it was still insufficient, and the night vision devices were too bright.

"Ten meters apart, the phalanx forward," Patrick commanded, "ahead is the area of intense firefighting, don't engage the enemy, and cross the war zone as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, master!"

The humanoid's answer was resounding, but as an ordinary person, Mondstadt would inevitably be nervous and worried, even after a lot of battles. I don't know which side of the shelling landed in the woods, blowing up the thick pine trees, and the sawdust splattered into the dust and turned up with the soft mud.

I don't know what will happen in the mixture spilled on my body, and the smell of rot and fishiness is suppressed by the smell of gunpowder, making it almost impossible to distinguish. Maybe it's just dirt and sawdust, maybe it's flesh, maybe it's bullets and shrapnel. Mondstadt couldn't afford to pay attention to the odds, the pain of his injuries was far more important than the little things, and the fierce exchange of fire made him unable to even lift his head or open his eyes, and only barely follow in the footsteps of the other three comrades.

The person who appeared in front of him, no matter what kind of uniform he was wearing, he had to pull the trigger immediately. The man facing him was firing, the muzzle of the gun flashing out his fear, but the other party didn't even see him, just attacked the enemy soldiers behind him without hesitation.

Mondstadt rolled into the ditch and was pulled up by Noyelu. Patrick pulled the trigger to sweep away the enemy in front of him, passing through a fallen tree from below, and the falling debris merged into a waterfall that temporarily obscured his figure. Mondstadt looked a little closer, and saw G41 with his rifle in his hand killing one after another on the edge of the trench, some of them still looking at the people opposite, some of them bowing their heads to attack them, but they died with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Hey, Mondstadt!" Noyeru shouted, "Patrick is going far!"

He threw a grenade out of breath and fired his assault rifle to the side as he went. The figures of Patrick and G41 flickered and flickered, as if they were getting farther and farther away, and just as he thought he would not be able to catch up with them, he suddenly approached, sending cold bullets into the heads of approaching enemies.

Drifting away from the combat zone, another round of bombardment, seemingly coming from one o'clock, was carried out by an orderly ensemble of AAX-07 fire platforms.

Tumbling over several large boulders, walking and running bumps, Mondstadt realized they were approaching an airport-like location. On the flat runway, heavily armed vehicles formed an immovable defensive line—at least in the eyes of the Luo Lian soldiers—to hold back enemy forces from the taiga, plains, and ramps. Their ferocious firepower seemed to have suppressed the Southern Union's attack, but the actual effect was not significant. Mondstadt could tell that the surprise attack was all TASA troops, and the blind fire from the platform brought only a small number of casualties.

"This way. Patrick said, scurrying into the construction site where the building materials were stacked, shooting all the Luo Lian soldiers near the ammunition boxes and other supplies, and then quietly burrowing into the cement pipes. Those enemies who were still shooting out from behind cover did not know that their comrades in the rear had long been wiped out, and they were still crying for cover and help under the weight of fear.

The tower in the distance snapped and fell. Without warning, Patrick suddenly burst out of the cement pipe, stepped over the unrecognizable barbed wire, and stepped onto the runway where the plane took off and landed.

Mondstadt followed, landed on the edge of the wreckage of an airplane, fired a few shots at the enemy in front and behind, and was about to move again.

He didn't want to count the distance of turning back, but it was a long time, and he ran without stopping until he couldn't breathe. They even slipped into cover at the foot of AAX-07 and ran underneath it towards the building, and by the time Mondstadt turned back, the firepower had already been destroyed.

The blasted floodgates, the TASA and ATEF in the firefight, all fell silent in just a few minutes. It wasn't until they reached the depths of the passage that Mondstadt was relieved to meet the only three or two enemies, and he couldn't remember how many people he had killed in the course of his instinct for survival, and how he had gotten there.

Check your equipment, magazines and throwables are left, and Nanlian's special equipment is also working normally.

From time to time, they didn't say a word, and Patrick remained silent.

Gears and chains rubbed against each other, and the elevator steady, steady, steady, anxiously sent them down the depths of the shaft, and the mournful echo overhead, always far away.