In the Victorian Desert, they came to such a dangerous place overgrown with deadly creatures, and joined forces in Adelaide to the south to encircle the last stronghold of the Southern Union on this island.

Earlier in the morning, the news reported that the remaining forces of the Southern Union were withdrawing from the Australian peninsula...... Frost was resentful, and thought dissatisfiedly, he didn't think that the other party would hold on to the last remaining stronghold, obviously there was no way to return to the sky, let alone in such a barren place.

The six members of the AAX-07 heavy firepower platform climbed the dunes with swiftness, and the long-range railgun module in the tail was raised high, making it look like a scorpion crawling in the desert. Thanks to their special structure, these tonnage mechs do not sink into soft sand, and they are said to be able to climb walls that are 90 degrees perpendicular to the ground, provided they are strong enough to withstand their weight. Frost sat on it, the bumps along the way made him very uncomfortable, and if there was a second time, he would never sit on AAX-07 again.

"Behold, Frost, the last hiding place of the thieves!" shouted Yunakin, "their resistance is meaningless, and their blood will nourish the land and bring rain, and this place can even grow watermelons!

Frost smiled bitterly, this sentence is half false, of course it is impossible to grow watermelons, but the blood shed will moisten the earth, and everyone's flesh and blood can return to dust here.

He looked in the direction that Unakin was pointing, and in the middle of the desert was not an oasis of hope, but a great iron tree, or rather an expensive silver candlestick, standing in the middle of the desert. Three huge reactors at the ends of the three branches, served on silver plates, the temperature of which Frost could not imagine. A beam of light rises from the central branch, looms, and upwards it bifurcats like a tree, spreading out in all directions until the light fades to the point where it is invisible to the naked eye.

It was something more important than an oasis, and Frost felt that way.

"Three-in-one poly-discharge decay reactor," Exia said a term that few people can understand, and the timing of her explanation is always timely, "In short, it is a purification device for the polluted area, through the reverse collapse particles gathered together by the combination of three reactors, launched into the air, and spread to the whole island of Australia in the form of a tree, using the decay reaction to neutralize the collapsed particles and radiation, and reduce the two elements that affect the basis of survival to achieve the purpose of purification." ”

And is their target a decontamination device? Frost suspects that if a shell lands on the reactor, a nuclear-weapon-level explosion might occur.

There was some ominous sound in the sky, and it wasn't the reactor that he should be worried about for now, Frost remembered that his mission was to protect the AAX-07 shelled fire platform from the site of the attack, at least at this stage.

"Sir, it's the enemy's air force," Wendy said, piloting AAX-08 in the air to provide support, "Southern Union's air force, the number is unknown. ”

"Hey...... Is that a great welcome party?" said Yunakin, "and it's too much, abominable outlaws!"

Frost immediately jumped off the AAX-07, the current fire platform was no different from a moving target aircraft, and he didn't want to be buried with him.

Equipped with anti-aircraft rockets, the AAX-07 began to attack the enemy in the air defensively, and the AAX-08 air formation also became entangled with the air force of the Southern Union, and the debris shot down fell into the desert, joining the ranks of insignificant grains of sand.

The infantry could only lie down to avoid the bombardment, and even if they carried the guided rocket launcher to lock on to the fighters of the Southern Union, the opponent could easily dodge, and the excellent technology was indeed embarrassing. The machine gun fired from the "Trolley" aerial gunboat swept through Frost's side, nearly splitting his body in half. There's no hiding here, it's really all up to luck to survive, damn luck.

Frost could hear nothing, only the sound of explosions and the rain of sand, and he could see nothing but the yellow-colored ash and the shadow behind it.

It's terrible, this day and this place, it's terrible.

"Frost!Frost!" the voice called to him again, "Can you hear me?"

Unakin was purely superfluous, he knew he wouldn't answer, and he would give orders as usual.

"You have a destroyed AAX-07 fire platform at four o'clock, but the anti-aircraft rocket on it still works," Yunakin told him what to do, as he expected, "You can manually manipulate the anti-aircraft rocket, and Aixia will assist you." ”

Sounds good, Frost thought, at least he doesn't have to sit still, he hates this way of dying.

He turned and ran towards four o'clock, and all he could see was the shadow of the burning mech behind a layer of ash, bullets and bombs still falling around, threatening to hit him directly on the head at any moment.

The cockpit of the AAX-07 was smashed into a hornet's nest by machine gun bullets, and Frost did not dare to look at the horrific sight inside, and the rest of the place was largely intact. Even though he knew that artificial ligands were just props, weapons that could be discarded at will, he couldn't bear to see a creature with a face like Wendy's being smashed to pieces.

He struggled to climb up to the AA missile module and found a simple screen panel in the middle of the shelf for the combined missile, but there was no controller to operate it at all.

"Connect this computer," said Exia, "and I'll control this anti-aircraft missile." ”

That's what it meant, I said it earlier. Frost fumbled around the panel, found the connector under the metal plate, then pulled a cable from the GS91, held the shaking hand, and poked it in.

"Very good, now choose the target to attack. ”

Frost stared at the panel with wide eyes, endured the soreness of beads of sweat flowing into his eyes, and quickly clicked to select the blurry effects he could discern.

"Missile launches. Axia said calmly. After the missiles were ignited, they flew into the air one after another with a sharp sound.

Frost pulled open the goggles, poured out the sweat inside, and put them back on.

"Hit the target, the hit rate is 87%, please keep it up. ”

I don't think so, can't you just increase your hit rate to 100%? damn the AI......

Frost re-selects targets on the board, this time more than the last time, and he wants Axia to hit more.

"Warning, this unit is locked. Warning ...... "The sound of the missile firing nearly drowned out the siren, and Frost hurriedly turned and fled from the AAX-07, only to nearly rip the GS91 off. He turned around and unplugged the cable, then turned around and jumped off the missile module.

A powerful current of air tossed him over, and Frost felt the sand tearing at his skin before he could completely lose consciousness, and then fainted temporarily.

He struggled to crawl forward, his vision darkening for a few seconds, but he struggled away from the wreckage of AAX-07. He rolled over and lay on the ground, panting tiredly.

In the dimness, he heard the voice shouting again.

"Frost, I'm afraid there's no time for you to sleep here," the golden beard and blue eyes appeared upside down in front of his eyes, and if it weren't for Yunakin's turban, Frost would have admired his blonde hair again, "the shelling has begun, and we have to rush into the purification facility." ”

Frost asked Master Chief to pull him up.

Wait, why would we brave friendly fire to go into that kind of hellish place?

"The general's order," said Younakin, without looking back, "don't forget who we serve. ”

The two of them walked towards the transport plane that had just stopped, and the support troops were coming down from it, pushing down a number of quad bikes.

"Follow me, don't be left behind, my friend. I don't want to take credit alone, it's fun to share good things. ”