The sand dunes in front of him were one after another, and Brant in the driver's seat wrung his eyebrows and gritted his teeth, and his mouth involuntarily began to curse, he had enough strength in his hands and feet to feed, and he was fighting hard against every part of the broken car.

In front of the car window, there seemed to be a few bright lights flashing in the cloudy clouds, like lightning in a movie on a rainy night, but after that, there was no rumbling thunder, replaced by flames gushing out of the thick clouds, and wisps of burning debris breaking through the air.

What's going on? Startled, Brant hurriedly braked and stopped the sand bike, rolled down the window and stuck his head out to take a closer look.

The new prosthetic eye had turned on the penetrating filter mode before he could understand it, allowing him to immediately distinguish nearly a hundred targets above the clouds, engaged in a large-scale air battle not seen since the declaration of autonomy by Folkus.

The red points of light in his eyes were strangling and fighting in the distance, and it was so tragic that even if he watched it through such an unintuitive mode, it made Brant feel creepy. Destroyed warplanes fell from the top of the clouds, spinning, burning, and cracking in the air, and finally fell into a vast sea of sand, raising high dust and flames.

Because the distance was so far that even this latest prosthetic eye could not identify the shape and logo of the fighters on both sides, Brandt did not know which advantage prevailed in the current battle situation, and as soon as he thought in his heart, Master Arthur immediately told him in the chat window.

"The Homecoming Faction has the absolute upper hand, they come prepared, the quality of the pilots is superior, and the performance of the improved Wasp is superior to the old land-based Wasps of the Silver Alliance kids." The puppeteer, who was far away, seemed to know everything. "If nothing else, they will win by a huge margin in the next ground attack."

"Since they can occupy this planet on their own, what do you want to explain to their people?" Brant asked strangely as he looked at the words under his eyes.

"Their people?" Master Arthur followed this rhetorical question, and quickly made a complicated smile with various punctuation marks. "No, we're going to meet the Silver Alliance's team that has sneaked into this planet. Strictly speaking, they are not human beings, but a group of mercenary spoilers. ”

"So you and I are actually on the side of the Silver Alliance in this planetary battle that you are fighting for?" Brant felt even more strange at the moment.

"On the side of the Silver Alliance?" This line is followed by a flat and imposing face composed of many pluses, minus, equal signs, and question marks. "Do you mean to side with these ungrateful bunnies?" The face grew angry with the addition of many exclamation points. "Just asking such a question, I should have dismantled you, clerk Brant, your mind must have been filled with the feather god soup that was just cooked this morning, after that shameless betrayal, the cyber people, although open-minded and disregarding past suspicions, will never be on the side of the traitors and executioners!"

"So why are we going to meet with the people of the Silver Alliance?" The capitalization and symbols that filled the screen in his eyes dazzled Brandt's eyes, and in order to calm the anger of this Lord Arthur, he had to ask in as soft a tone as possible.

"Isn't it obvious to help them save those 20,000 hostages?" Master Arthur spoke sarcastically on the chat board.

"Huh?" Brant was almost a little dumbfounded by the sharp answer.

"Hurry up and drive, boy, time is running out, if such a simple thing is told to mess you up, I'll immediately detonate this fake eye of yours remotely!" Master Arthur's threat combined with the bright red font made Brant scared and urinated, and he wanted to pull out the prosthetic eye that had just been installed, but he didn't dare to make a mistake because of the real-time surveillance of the other party, so he had to restart the car quickly with his hands and feet, pushing the energy supply shift to the maximum.

"Lord Arthur, I'm bold enough to ask." Brandt asked tremblingly. "Those guys outside, should we take care of them?"

He pointed to the objects floating in the air in front of the car, swaying down from the clouds like petals, but the volunteer pilots who had ejected and parachuted after being shot down from the warplane.

"No matter." There are only two simple words in my eyes.

"But if there is no rescue, they will not be able to get out of this desert, and they will die here due to lack of water." Brandt is telling the truth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the prosthetic eye in his eye socket suddenly emitted an unusually strong blue beam, which frightened Brandt to lean back, and his hand struck sharply, almost turning the sand cart over.

The beam first shot forward, then rapidly expanded, and finally shot in all directions in the shape of a disc with Brant's head as a dot. At this time, Brant, who was looking around blankly and observing all this, was almost frightened to pee his crotch on the spot, and his heart said that this time it was a regular and was going to completely turn into a puff of green smoke, but he hated that this concussive grenade made into a prosthetic eye style did not leave him any chance.

But it wasn't long before he realized that he was still thinking, and he could even memorize the account and password in the 'Sword of Kings', until he realized in the rearview mirror of the car that his head had not been separated, and he was finally relieved.

"There is an oasis less than a hundred thousand Tilna, the bearing is in your watch, go near one of the Silver Alliance fools, give him the watch, throw a few more cans of water, and he will take the remnants to the water source to wait for help."

It turned out that the blue light was scanned around, but the movement was a little too scary, but a small prosthetic eye could detect that there was a water source so far away, and the ancestors of the Sea of Death were indeed good. Brant was shocked and began to secretly rejoice, the things sent by such a big-name leader will never be brought back, this prosthetic eye is definitely a treasure, if you can keep it for yourself...... But it also said that it was remotely detonated or something, and it was still not very safe in any case.

And it hurts a little when he throws his watch to the soldiers, this thing he has picked up from the famous flea market in the airport market, although the old style can be directly connected to the ultra-long-range communication satellite over the Forkus, which is much more advanced than the half-baked things that can only be connected to the ground channel in the hands of the rookie.

So Brant began to drive the sand cart with all his losses, approaching one of the landed air battle survivors as Master Arthur had instructed.

He pushed his watch and two cases of pure water out of the car, and shouted to the dejected soldier to tell him to take his companion to find water along the watch, and Brant quickly started the sand cart and drove away. In the rearview mirror, he did see the soldier waving at him from behind the car, as if shouting something, but he did not dare to stop, because, as Master Arthur had told him, once he took these soldiers with him, he probably would not have time to complete the great task of 'saving 20,000 lives and all of Falkus' in time, so he had to flee with an apologetic face.

The dust was far away, like a small boat riding the wind and waves in the sea of sand, and seeing the strange guy with pigtails disappear in the distance, the soldier reluctantly put the watch given by Brant directly into his pocket.

He pulled out a small military-type holographic map and unfolded it in front of him, and then found the nearest oasis to him without any problems. Then he turned on the communication device on his helmet, connected to the satellite, and began to report the battle situation to the command center of the 7th Special Brigade.

"Red Alert, Red Alert, 'Wings of Death' squad failed in interception mission, enemy has entered the planet's atmosphere, landing is being carried out, again, the enemy has entered the planet's atmosphere......"