Southern Union Sydney, Australia

ATEF 2nd Regiment D Squad

Corporal Frost Jensen

They descended above the roof of the sleek and steep opera house, beside a middle-aged man fourteen years older than him, shouting into a malfunctioning communicator that no one would hear his bad report.

"Delta team calls to General Command, our collapsed teleportation landing site is offset," his turban wrapped around his blonde hair, his unshaven stubble opening and closing with his thin lips, "repeat, our teleportation location is off, landing on the roof of the opera house. ”

Master Sergeant Unakin Chokov wiped the camouflage on his face as he reloaded the grenade launcher hanging under the AMAR3 fully automatic rifle and changed the communicator setting to a close-range radio connection.

The sudden sound of the renounder machine gun gnawed away at the surrounding comrades, who tried not to slide off the roof while crawling to a corner that the helicopter could not attack. Blood poured red paint on the white shells, and the bodies of the Eliminators slid down the ring like garbage. This is not a factory product quality inspection, but a living, bloody war.

"That's us, Corporal Frost. Master Chief and his captain said, it looked like their men had gone to the other end to wait for them.

Fear gnawed away at his heart, and there was no expression on his face in the half-masked mask and shooting goggles, yet he hesitated. Before becoming a sergeant, he was a human being, rightfully resisting death.

"Oh,! bring some seeds, young man!" said Yunakin, debris still splashing overhead, "Is your grenade launcher still there?"

Frost reached behind him and took out the XM50 grenade launcher, one magazine has a capacity of three grenades, which is very sufficient for the operation.

"Well, if we don't want to die, we'll have to get out of this place. But, just wait a while, just a while. ”

Unakin pointed to the right, motioning for Frost to keep an eye on. Frost gripped the launcher tightly, his right eye at level with the square electronic sight, and his left hand held the grip on the front of the gun, the butt against his right shoulder. He listened as the strafing of the revolver machine gun gradually stopped, and the noise of the propeller grew closer.

The moment the helicopter appeared in front of him, Frost was startled, he didn't expect that from the sight, the uncomfortable flying object would be so big. But he held back, his arm didn't shake at all, and the front sight moved slightly upwards above the target. At the same time as Master Chief Unakin gave an order, the grenade came out of the launcher gun, crossed a parabola, and directly knocked down the flying giant.

"Target crashed!" Yunakin laughed heroically, "let these guys go to hell!"

Frost turned back to find that Master Chief Unakin had leapt onto the protruding horn of the next shell.

"Come here, my friend!!," he shouted, "show these frozen wastes, the backbone of the Roxartist fighters!"

Frost followed his example and jumped to the top of the opera house, where Unakin was holding his gun and repelling the enemies who had risen up with ropes. These are just ordinary troops stationed on the Australian Peninsula, and the ATEF is still very good at dealing with them.

Yunakin ran to the edge and shot at the enemy below, blocking the enemy soldiers from coming forward. And Frost looked for the helicopters in the air, raised the grenade launcher and knocked them down one by one.

"Haha! Frost, my witty and brave comrade-in-arms!" Yunakin changed his magazine and jumped down, "Come, we're going to make them never stand up until they get up!"

Frost looked at the exuberant chief, and he could only keep up with him. The AAX-05 Tactical Exoskeleton not only allows them to jump up to three times higher than usual, but also greatly slows down the impact when they fall. So by the time the enemy all used ropes to troublesomely rise and land, they had already fallen.

Frost carried the grenade launcher on his back, took out the ATS stockless submachine gun, and quickly fired 9mm Ruger rounds to kill the enemy soldiers in front. He and Younakin crossed fire, with one person taking cover while the other jumped off the next shell. He emptied two magazines before he reached the eaves, the end of the shells.

"Throw the explosives!" shouted Yunakin, the sound of the explosion irritating the eardrum and shattering the glass.

Frost had to admit that the adrenaline had allowed him to move forward despite the fear and pressure, and of course he didn't think it was courage.

The two hung ropes and descended immediately after creating a mess, finally reaching the door of the opera house. This famous building has not escaped the erosion of the war today, they are fighting to the death, who cares about your World Heritage signage?

Leaving the mess behind him, Frost followed Unakin into the opera hall, which was supposed to be their teleportation point. Before entering the main hall, Yunakin threw a flashbang into it. Frost raised his submachine gun to observe, but no enemy was found, and they were undoubtedly hiding in front of those seats.

With a wave of his hand, Frost climbed into the audience on the left, hid behind his seat, and threw a grenade in the direction of the front. The fragments of the explosion cut deep wounds in the chair, and he didn't know if anyone had been blown up, only that someone had shot at him, and then Yunakin helped him suppress the gunfire.

This time it was his turn to shoot out. Frost poked his head out from behind the cover, a shuttle of bullets passed by his helmet, he subconsciously pulled his gun, the crosshair of the holographic scope locked onto the attacker, and pulled the trigger. Killing his attackers, Frost swept to the left with a quick sweep, emptying an entire magazine of bullets and sweeping down two men.

Sweep away the enemies in the opera hall as you advance to the stage. Climbing onto the stage, Frost saw what he had already anticipated.

"Hell...... The Pioneer's Marines have all been found," Unakin said, and Frost stood guard as he faced the entrance, "Of course...... Huh? Did the jammer succeed in destroying it?"

But we haven't been able to reach command yet, Frost thought.

"Well, Frost, it's like this," said his master chief, "and SouthUnion has a spare jammer, I guess it's in the cafeteria or concert hall......"

That is, that damn jammer has one more, either in the largest shell or in the smallest shell.

"Pick one, Frost, you only get one chance, I believe you, young people are lucky. ”

Don't talk like you're old......

Frost frowned covertly, he always felt that the entrance was already surrounded by enemy soldiers, so he ran backstage.

Exiting the back door of the opera hall, a squad of four is expected to confront them head-on, with a volley of bullets shattering glass, forcing Frost to lower his center of gravity. Although he was equipped with a GS91, he tried to avoid injuries as much as possible, and he didn't want to experience the pain of approaching death.

He slammed diagonally behind the metal post, the bullets sparking him to lean against the cover. Master Chief Unakin raised his gun and shot one man, then rolled to the side. Frost saw that the enemy was shifting his target and struck them decisively.

"Haha! The days of special training have not been in vain, have they?" said Yunakin, laughing, dropping the empty magazine.

I can't imagine how lazy it can be, Frost replied silently. It was a challenge to be with danger at every moment, and if he was not careful, he would die, and it was his luck that he was alive now. How many men of the same legion remained?

They broke into the concert hall, and the situation was similar to before, except that they entered through the staff's small door and went around the backstage. Frost climbed onto the light stand, got a bird's-eye view of the audience from a high vantage point, raised the XM50, and bombarded indiscriminately, blasting the enemy to pieces.

There was another tremor directly below him.

"That's it, the jammer is finished. Yunakin said, "Delta Team 2 ......"

There were a few more bangs, this time from overhead, and I don't know how many times a day these guys have to blast before they are satisfied.

"Hell...... Jump down, Frost!"

Before he had time to think, Frost jumped and flew out of the XM50 in his hand, making the sound of splintering pieces as if the entire ceiling was about to collapse. He lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground hard, but he still used the energy of every cell to get up.

The taste of a handstand was unpleasant, and Frost looked up to find a large humanoid object stumbling on the seats in the audience.

Yunakin fired a grenade at the mech, and the hard shell completely resisted the blast, and the mech lost a little paint and was unharmed.

Frost cursed secretly, and hurriedly lay down and hidden, crawling on the steps. The mech's minigun spun, bullets shattering anything in its reach. Let's hope Yunakin can hold on, he thought as he moved slowly. He crawled up to a reasonably intact corpse and retrieved a grenade-like canister from it.

Regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, Frost pulled the ring and threw it towards the mech, and with a delay of less than a second, the lightning was great.

"Frost! get out of the concert hall and go outside!"

Hearing Yunakin's shout, Frost immediately got up and ran for his life. The mecha just now was probably paralyzed by a strong current, and the pilot inside was trying to restart.

They ran out of the concert hall, and the rain of bullets quickly overwhelmed them. They hid in bunkers, unable to resist even the slightest, let alone escape.

Blind outward firing pinned down the enemy's footsteps, and the fire on them suddenly became stronger again, and Frost could not even fire ten rounds at once.

"Second Army Group D calls to the General Command," Yunakin still hasn't given up, "we're under heavy attack! We've eliminated all the jammers at the Opera House, where are the reinforcements!"

There was no reply from the other end of the communicator, but the door of the concert hall was split in two by a sharp blade, and the mechs that were chasing them rushed up again.

Frost lowered his head and reloaded, ready for a final return shot. Violet light faded from the top of his head, and a wave of heat swept across his neck, followed by a sound of steel colliding, and the center of Nanlian's mecha body sparked and fell backwards.

The AAX-06 medium combat mech landed, and the two mounted machine guns erupted with astonishing firepower, sweeping away the enemies in the clearing.

Violet portals lit up one after another, and ATEF's follow-up troops were stationed at the opera house.

"I'm sorry I'm late, sir," the unemotional female voice said through the communicator, "this is AAX-06 assigned to your team. ”

"And your command, Sergeant Unakin. Another man said, "From today onwards, you and your squad will be under direct command of Brigadier General Jeno Kashleo. ”