South Union Australia Canberra

ATEF 2nd Regiment D Squad

Corporal Frost Jensen

May 2112 (almost simultaneously with the Southern Cape operation)

Two weeks on, they have not taken Canberra. Two weeks have passed, and the soldiers who died on the battlefield have changed batch after batch, and the bullet casings on the battlefield do not know how many times they can circle the earth. Two weeks have passed, and how many mines have been smashed into by both sides to build half of the machinery that has been scrapped on the battlefield. Two weeks have passed......

Frost thought that they had won, or that it was only a matter of time before they would win, and that sooner or later the enemy would fall. However, Yunakin did not think so, according to him, the dirty heart of the enemy was still beating, and a trace of soul was still rooted in the land, and they would not give up.

The truth is that as this damn bastard said, the enemy has no intention of being restrained, but the more they attack, the more they resist. He truly realized that noble sentiments such as so-called patriotism were not just words, although equally hypocritical, in the eyes of the Antarctic people and those who were influenced by the ideas of the Southern Union.

In the case of the current Luo Lian, the command will definitely not hesitate to abandon the unstrategically important place.

"Frost! there's an enemy at seven o'clock!" called Unakin.

Frost quickly turned and suppressed, throwing a grenade at the enemy with the help of Yunakin, then quickly changing the magazine and shooting the enemy with the loaded assault rifle.

How many times he has been on the spacious and flat national road, he can't remember exactly. They have been able to pass through here and retreat again and again. The process of the national highway from being full of flags on both sides to being potholed and messy is deeply engraved in his mind, and the colorful colors in his memory gradually turn gray and white, and the bright colors only leave red. Frost survived the attacks, and his countrymen paved their way with their lives, blood, and bodies. Each time they were able to push forward a little further, each time they were a little closer to the Congress behind the water and steel.

This time, they'll succeed, Frost thought. This time they will definitely succeed.

The shelling had ceased for a moment, the hellish shaking and roaring was accumulating, and they needed to use the short time to move forward. With the shouts of Sergeant Unakin, they began to charge forward, towards the next bunker that their compatriots had embedded with their lives.

Frost was also in the midst of this surging wave, watching the fire and smoke, witnessing the bullets piercing his teammates who were already strangers around him, and then indifferently avenging them. He was already an old man in the legion, a veteran who survived by his luck and battlefield experience, even though he was not even twenty years old.

"Get down, everybody!" shouted Unakin, and Frost immediately collapsed into a deep pit. Densely covered artillery shells spread across the entire national highway, burning lives here without distinguishing between friend and foe. A severed arm flew into the pit, and Frost could no longer see whose arm it was, only from the savage severance he could tell how close he was to death.

The bombardment lasted two minutes, but Frost felt like it had been two hours. He and his fellow citizens, strange to the sound of a voice—a shout or a scream—stood up and moved on. The AAX-06 and AAX-07 that have been moving forward are several less planes, and there are very few people still running.

The bullet pierced the flesh, broke the ribs, and the pain was so severe that it almost made people faint. Frost gritted his teeth and pulled forward, raising his rifle and firing at the dead enemy. They can't fall, he must not fall here, and once he falls, it's over. These living dead are attacking like crazy here, and they just want to bury a few more people when they die.

It goes on and over again, and the tedious war repeats itself in the eyes of those who watch from afar, and lays a ghost gate on the people in it. Luo Lian's attacking force changed from a few thousand to a few hundred, a few hundred to a dozen, and a few dozen to a dozen. The tanks and mechs on the other side of the lake have been replaced with new ones under the bombardment of air formations, and in short, both sides have been consumed like this.

"One last charge!" everyone, for our Motherland!"

The last dozen people, along with three AAX-06 battle-loaders, launched the final charge. Frost withstood the hail of bullets, raised his gun and fought back, stepped over the corpses of his enemies and compatriots, and moved forward without hesitation. They finally buried the last remaining enemy soldiers at the end of the national highway, reached the shores of Lake Griffin, and survived the first round.

That's right, it's just the first round.

On the shores of the lake were landing craft dropped by the Air Force at the risk of death, and they had to board and cross the narrow, river-like lake.

"Disperse! regroup!" Yunakin commanded, and the surviving people did not dare to slack off, and according to his command, they quickly divided into three groups, each with an AAX-06 and four people, and boarded the landing craft.

The calm waters of Lake Griffin were now in waves, and rows of heavy mechs and tanks lined up on the opposite lakeshore and fired ferociously at the three landing craft. The cold water soaked Frost's body, and he felt like he was about to freeze, and he gradually lost sensation in his hands and feet. But it didn't matter, he couldn't do anything on this rough lake, but waited, waiting for the end of death or endless battles.

The closer they got to the opposite shore, the bigger the waves on the water, and Frost knew that they were coming within range of enemy armored forces. He kept his head down, unable to think about what was going on outside, the chill pulling his consciousness away and keeping him awake. He heard the screams of steel tearing, and came back to his senses to realize that he was still alive, and that it was the landing craft next door that had suffered. He heard planes passing overhead, dropping himself and his bombs on enemy positions, willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the two remaining landing craft.

In fact, Frost couldn't distinguish the various sounds, he could only think of these various things that were actually happening.

He heard the dense thudge of metal and felt a thin stream of air scrape overhead, leaning even lower. That's a bullet, and if you raise your head a little higher, you'll be knocked off in half. He heard a muffled voice, and reluctantly looked back, to find that his comrade driving the landing craft had collapsed in the driver's seat, and the blood had mixed into the lake and faded away.

"Get off the boat!"

Frost was awakened by Unakin, and his instinct to survive drove him to reach out and climb onto the landing craft's thin armor plates. He also didn't know how he had overturned, and he realized he was in the water when he took a long sip of bitter lake water through his shooting mask. Fortunately, I was wearing shooting goggles, which I could use as diving goggles at this time and clearly look at the hell I was in.

The landing ship overhead burst into flames, and Frost resisted the onslaught that pushed him into deep water, leaving debris on all sides.

He surfaced, splashes and mud still lapping at him as the explosion continued. Frost raised his gun and strode forward without stopping, even if he was about to run out of strength.

The minigun cleared the way, sending his lead-filled legs onto the shore of the lake. He could hear Yunakin's call on the communicator, but he couldn't hear the content clearly.

"Are you alright, sir?" he recognized as Wendy's voice, still so nice, but incredibly cold.

Frost opened his mouth to say something, but a large hand on his shoulder interrupted him.

"Damn communicators...... "We've got only six of us, plus Wendy, but we're going to storm the Capitol and make them die thoroughly." You're not going to back down, are you?"

Of course, Frost silently replied, there is no way out.