The restoration of communication caused an instant uproar and surprise.

Thousands of electronic eyes restore function. This led to a re-establishment of contact between the college and the participating students. Moreover, the pictures in the Andes Mountains were also transmitted to the Void Network at the same time, and countless people in the streets and alleys were watching the live broadcast through different players, all concerned about the fate of these mountain children.

After the news of the terrorist attack spread, many parents of the participating students came. Those who can't get out are also paying attention to this matter through various channels.

The previous communication was cut off, and they could only wait anxiously with tears on their faces. Now that communication has resumed, the parents of these students are going crazy with excitement. The school was asked to immediately notify the students in the mountains to evacuate. Some parents with ties to the military even asked for fighter planes to be dispatched to pick up their children in the mountains.

The news from the searchable forces came as a surprise to parents, the hospital, and all parties in the coalition who were concerned about the progress of the incident.

Many high-explosive mines have been laid in the Andes. No small number of casualties have already been inflicted on the search force. Colonel Dolin asked his superiors to send in a large number of engineer reinforcements, and in order to avoid further casualties, he had to order the ground troops to suspend the search.

The students had no formal military training and could not distinguish the difference between camouflaged high-explosive mines and their surroundings. The consequences of rash action are unimaginable.

The terrorists are still massacring in the mountains, and if they can't evacuate the children at this time, can they wait for death?

On the one hand, the anxious hospital and the headquarters calmed the parents of the students who were out of control, and on the other hand, they urgently discussed countermeasures.

According to the footage transmitted by the electronic eye and the exact information obtained by the search troops. The terrorists have captured the student drill mech, which has been modified to become a real killing machine. The appearance looks the same as a drill mech, so it's hard to tell exactly what the difference is between a student and a terrorist based on the footage alone. In this way, precision-guided strikes have to be used with caution for fear of causing accidental damage.

The mecha in the academy is also used for training, and there are no real weapons and equipment on it. It is currently being urgently retrofitted with the assistance of the military. But it will take time. The students in the mountains are in danger of dying every second, and even if they ask the military to send mech troops to reinforce them now, I am afraid that it will be too late.

Things were at an impasse for a while. After learning that Rear Admiral Suzuka had personally piloted her special mecha, the Red Flame Angel, had penetrated deep into the Andes, people placed their hopes on her. After all, she is a well-known female god of war in the army, and with her, maybe things will take a turn for the better.

However, there are still a handful of people who are not paying attention to the "Red Flame Angel", but are paying attention to a black mech that occasionally appears in a small number of frames. This quaint mecha with two knives on its back awakened their memories many years ago, and they didn't expect that he would be reborn one day.

This barely accidental episode caused an undercurrent within the military.

……

Sauron is the capital of the Roland Empire. Eighty percent of the planet's inhabitants are Kaka. It is also the seat of the Imperial Palace. In the eyes of the Kaka people, Sauron is a sacred place in their hearts, because the great Emperor St. Garvin lives here.

The architecture of the Roland Empire follows the architectural style of the old Viking Dynasty, which is tall, emaciated, and has a spire like a sword, and the appearance is intricately decorated, ornate and exquisite, often giving people a mysterious and noble beauty.

One hundred and eighty-three rue de la Lisée is one such small white building in the architectural style. Surrounded by colorful flower beds and rare plants, the verdant lawn has several white stone-paved paths. The sunset shrouds in a warm orange glow, making the scenery particularly tranquil and beautiful. This is the office of the Imperial Intelligence Agency, which is known to outsiders as "Hall 1".

A retro aristocratic car with reflective paint and neat cleaning drove straight through the garden to the door of the small white building. A handsome young major stepped forward and opened the door for the occupants of the car with great gratitude. At the same time, he said respectfully: "Hello General Locke, General Wales is waiting for you inside." ”

"Let the old general wait for me every time, it seems that my sin is too great." Locke, dressed in a dark blue crisp military uniform, smiled and got out of the car. Venus shines on the shoulders. He was tall and straight, handsome and handsome, although he was over forty years old, he was well maintained, his skin was fair, his hair was black, his eyes were bright, and his eyes were bright. He still looks like a young man in his twenties and thirties, elegant and graceful.

It is said that an excellent man does not lie in appearance, and does not serve people vulgarly with his skin, but in his connotation and skills. Those who are familiar with Major General Locke know that he is not only profound in content, but also more powerful. It was so powerful that some people in the Imperial Military Department couldn't help but tremble when they heard his name.

"General, please." The young major kept his head slightly down as he spoke, not daring to look up.

Locke nodded, and walked into the building with the young major. Follow the pale blue alabaster steps with a big red carpet up to the third floor. Outside the room at the end of the corridor on the left, the young major knocked lightly on the door three times. Then salute and leave.

Locke pushed the door in, and an old general in the room, who was standing in front of the window watching the sunset, turned around. He is about sixty years old, with clear cheeks, white temples, hooked nose, and slightly thin lips. The jaw is beardless, and the deep-set brown eyes are sharp like a sword. The navy blue general's uniform was worn on the old man's body, and it was very solemn. Under the background of the three shining gold stars on the golden yellow epaulettes on the left and right shoulders, the old man looks very powerful. He is the commander of the Southwest Star Field, one of the four giants of the Imperial military, Admiral Wales.

Seeing Locke come in, the Welsh Admiral stretched out his hand and let him into a single sofa wrapped in purple cowhide. I poured a glass of "Polland", a 300-year-old royal wine, and handed it to him. I poured a cup and sat next to him, picked up the small remote control from hand and pressed it, and a huge virtual light screen appeared in the air. More than two dozen different images were divided on the light screen. What is shown in the footage is the current live broadcast of the Andes.

The Welsh admiral raised his glass to Locke, took a sip, and said, "Now that this matter has come to this, do you think the follow-up impact is still the same as the original plan?" ”

Locke crossed Erlang's legs, leaned back on the sofa, shook the wine in the cup elegantly, and said with a gentle and honest attitude: "Some small episodes before the opening of the big play, I am fortunate to have won it, but I have lost my life." Old General, you don't need to pay too much attention to this matter. ”

"I still know a little bit about Captain Mike. Top student of the Imperial Military Academy. It's a pity that I've been in the pirate's den for so many years. ”

Locke's eyes drooped slightly, and he tasted the wine comfortably, without saying a word. It's a bit self-contained, and it's a posture of becoming an immortal alone.

The Welsh Admiral pondered for a long time and suddenly asked, "...... a pawn like Captain Mack?"

"A lot." Locke took over and said, "The previous generation of General Jem installed a batch, and in the twenty years since I took over the External Affairs Management Office, another batch has been installed. So far, it has spread all over the world. It can be said that everywhere in the world, there are our chess pieces. ”

"Although I shouldn't ask, I just want to remind you, Major General Locke, that these pawns are all talents of the Empire, and if possible, I hope not to become an outcast like Captain Mack again."

Locke raised his glass to the Welsh Admiral, and when both of them drank all the wine in the glass, he looked at the Welsh Admiral with blazing eyes and said slowly: "General, you are old and your heart is soft. From the day they were chosen to be pawns, they already had the consciousness of becoming outcasts. Actually, there is no difference between the chess pieces and the discarded pieces, is there no difference between the two? ”

The Welsh Admiral was silent.

In the big environment, everyone is a chess piece. Depending on the situation, everyone can become an outcast.

Including himself.

There is only one person in this world who is qualified to play chess, and that is Emperor St. Jiawen!

……

"Fatty, what do you think about the sudden resumption of communications?"

"What else can you see? We're in trouble now. Big trouble! ”

The turbulence of powerful electronic interference suddenly disappears, and the truncated communication is restored instantly. The fat man was happy and worried. Strictly speaking, it is more sorrow than joy. He didn't contact the eldest lady immediately, for fear of being intercepted. His existence is still more mysterious, and it can play a surprise effect when necessary.

He had a feeling that all this had been planned in advance by the other party. Communication will only be restored when things get to the worst, which means that they intend to take a desperate gamble. No longer secretive, not afraid to leak his whereabouts, ready for the final fatal blow. Don't seek total annihilation, but kill as much as you can.

The fat man's biggest concern right now is Sister Canyon. I just heard from the messy communication channels that the vast majority of students have gathered there. Waiting for rescue in passivity.

It was fine to be scattered before, but now they are gathered together. Doesn't it give the other party a chance to end the nest?

Now rushing for time, he is desperately rushing there, believing that the other party also has the same idea as him. And that's being done.

The most dangerous moment has arrived. Even if he can rush to the sister canyon before the other party, can he resist the other party's killer?

How many are you in one pair?

He is alone, and he doesn't know the specific number of people on the other side.

At this point, it doesn't matter whether you die or not, the important thing is that even if you die, you can't save people in the end.

Isn't that too embarrassing and worthless to die?

The fat man was covered in sweat, and after a long time of continuous high-frequency operation, his muscles were sore and numb. From the wrist to the fingers, there is a tendency to cramp. But he didn't dare to stop.

The huge black figure scurried through the woods, rushing, dodging, jumping, and the mecha movements became more and more fluid. The fat man has gradually mastered the rhythm of operation.

But that's not enough. In order to meet the next crisis, he must master the limit operation.

He lacked the necessary combat skills training, so he had to make up for it with extreme maneuvers. And this method of operation can only be mastered by a true ace mecha warrior. But he is the rookie who piloted the mecha on the first day!