Three hours ago, Stark, who created the Steel Armor Mark One, managed to escape under the cover of Ethan, but the quality of the hand-built Mark One was so poor that the rocket backpack only allowed him to fly for more than a dozen kilometers before crashing into the desert.

The strong desire to survive made him struggle to climb out of the sand, looking at the scorching sun that was almost smashing on his head, Stark wailed, looked at his already dirty shirt, and after a few stabs, there were a few simple sunhats made of tattered pieces of cloth on his head.

Tony Stark was extremely glad at the moment that he had learned survival knowledge because of his whim, and he also spent a lot of money to hire a female survival expert to teach him, although he finally taught and taught him to bed, but Stark still firmly remembered the teachings of the female expert, try not to expose yourself to the sun in the desert, and be in the shade in the shade, if there is no shade, then be a shade shield.

After confirming the general direction, Stark walked through the deserted Gobi and desert in depth and shallow, and under the scorching sun, the air in the distance began to distort, and waves of heat churned towards him.

High temperature, lack of water, pain, these unfavorable factors are mixed together, taking turns to fight, tormenting Stark, and even for a moment, Stark wants to give up, but when he thinks of Ethan who died for him, Stark has a strong vision of living, and he wants to avenge Ethan!

After climbing over one mountain of sand after another, Stark saw several broken houses on the horizon in the distance.

"Crowded?" First spit vigorously on his hand, and then wiped his fingers, Stark carefully rubbed his eye sockets, opened his bloodshot eyes, and stared carefully into the distance.

After confirming that it was not an illusion, Stark immediately rushed over with the last of his strength.

One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, just when there were still dozens of meters away from those houses, the door of a mud house in the middle was suddenly pushed open with a creak.

Stark rolled on the ground into the low-lying ground on the side of the dirt road, and then he looked up at the dirt house secretly.

Several armed soldiers, dressed in combat uniforms and with large sand-colored scarves around their necks and their heads wrapped in cloths, stepped out of it.

"Damn it!" Seeing that the other party's dress was so similar to the militants, Stark's heart was cold, but the next scene made his cold little heart instantly burn up.

Several militants seemed to be arguing about something, very fiercely, and then one of the militants led by the group suddenly threw his weapon to his companion, and then lay on the ground and did push-ups, while his companion began to babble something, and from time to time let out a few laughs. Suddenly, the militant who was laughing spoke something in English.

"You call this a push-up? My grandma's work is better than yours! ”

"Shut up, idiot, I said no English when I came! Speak the local language to me! ”

Hearing this familiar English, Stark decided to take a gamble, shouted not to shoot, and then stood up from the mound with his hands raised.

"Who, don't move!"

The militants also reacted quickly, and before Stark could finish speaking, the muzzle of the black hole was already pointed at him.

"I'm Tony Stark! Who are you? Stark ripped off the rags around his head and looked at each other with chapped lips.

"Tony Stark?" The militants at the head ripped off the scarf around their heads, revealing a scruffy white face.

"We are the True Sons of the Giant God's commando, I'm Captain Gideon, and I'm here to find you!" The white man motioned for his men to lay down their weapons and stepped forward to shake Stark's hand.

"That's great, can you give me something to eat and drink?" Stark looked at the big hand in front of him, and his leg was about to fall down, but Gideon helped him.

"You hold on first, I'll notify the others immediately, Michelle, get the water!"

"Yes!" A soldier rushed into the room, and a few seconds later rushed out with a large water bottle with a straw.

"Thank you!" Taking the heavy kettle, Stark's throat squirmed, then he picked up the straw and sucked it up desperately.

"Huh? Hmm~" Meimei took a big sip of the water inside, and Stark found that this thing was still a little salty, and it also had some vegetable fragrance, which couldn't help but make him a little curious.

"This is our nutrient solution, which can relieve fatigue and replenish various elements, drink it slowly, we still have it! If it's not enough, I'll have a few more cans for you when I call the plane! Gideon saw Stark's confusion and explained.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm

After drinking nearly a liter of nutrient solution in one gulp, Stark burped in satisfaction, took the chocolate and field rations handed over by Gideon, and devoured them, not at all as weak as he had been a few minutes ago.

"Mr. Stark, I've already helped you deal with your trauma, but I can't do anything about this one in your chest!" While Stark was eating, the medical staff of Gideon's team had already conducted a preliminary examination and treatment on him, cleaned some wounds and bandaged them, and also wrote down Stark's current injuries on a list very intimately, and then threw them to Stark.

"What is this?"

"An overview of your situation, so that after being sent to the hospital, the doctor can save the time for the initial examination and proceed directly to the treatment!"

"Professional!" Stark suddenly had a hint of admiration for Fisher, it seemed that he was just an ordinary soldier, he handled the wounded cleanly, such talents are treasures in the army, how did he dig them up?

If Fisher is here, hearing his question, you must laugh at Stark, you yourself usually say that money can solve everything, then why can't I, I think Fisher recruited a lot of retired personnel of the special forces to be instructors for the giant god with a high salary, and even several officers, it turns out that Fisher did a very beautiful job, and the instructors hired by these giant gods taught their students what they had learned all their lives, plus the experience in the war zone from time to time, These combatants, who are now part of the Titan, are even comparable to T1 special forces personnel. Even in terms of weapons and equipment, it is even higher than them, after all, the Titan is still a first-class arms trading company, so the Titan combat troops have the best of the Titan God.