IC65, September 17, Pacific.

Hundreds of figures split into several lines and run on the steel skeleton of the magnetic rails across the Pacific Ocean, and from a bird's-eye view, white hazmat suits and black shadows overlapped each other, like a herd of running zebras.

This is actually a very dangerous move. The top skeleton of the International Magnetic Rail Line is up to 3 meters wide, and even a sedan can run on it, but the real problem is rain and typhoons.

August is the time when the Pacific subtropical high prevails, each high pressure is accompanied by strong winds and heavy rain, and the rain clouds on the land are already full of radiation without being purified by the green island, so what about the ocean? In fact, even if the openings of the protective clothing are all closed, the rain evaporated from the gray sea will cause great harm to human health, not to mention that every strong wind is a test of life and death.

But this is already the only way. Since the incorporation process was initiated, the army immediately dismantled the international magnetic tracks from Maori and Nanjing to Mexico City, and the magnetic rail trains were no longer passable, leaving only a few stainless steel skeletons wrapped around the magnetic tracks that still retained the theoretical possibility of crossing the ocean. The steel skeleton cannot be dismantled because of the war, this is the foundation for laying a transoceanic track, each one is soaked in the blood and sweat of the human ancestors, even when Fanor ambushed the Scavenger Alliance, he did not touch the skeleton of these seemingly defensive holes, Andy blew himself up and damaged a little and was repaired in the first time.

Doing something and not doing something, this is the most simple war argument of this era, and no one will try to touch it.

What's more, the theory may only be a theory after all, and the 13,000-kilometer, equator-crossing Maori-Mexico City international orbit is simply not something that humans can run on their feet, let alone the terrifying subtropical high and ghost-weeping deep-sea storms.

However, it was such a lifeless passage to the army, and when the order was announced on August 30, all 100 armed squads of Bergasus, and the eight first-order capable people carefully selected by the Greenwich Restoration Organization from the origin students, under the leadership of Ke Lan, Tao Tao, and Cang Zhe, did not refuse.

811 dreadnoughts climbed from C4 to the steel skeleton, running all the way, an average of 400 kilometers a day, so far they have passed through nearly 3 typhoons, experienced 6 storms, and lost 92 people in non-combat, and this raid force has almost completed half of the journey.

Tao Tao's legs swayed rapidly, and his body naturally adjusted to the best running position, leaning forward nearly 30 degrees, and his body was almost attached to the steel frame. The 18-day march had tormented a white and chubby boy to a black and thin scale, but his legs grew stronger and stronger, and his eyes became more and more determined.

Tao Tao was gasping for breath, the speed of swinging his legs did not slow down, and his eyes only had the road under his feet. There is a buckle every 300 meters in the steel bone, where there will be an abrupt 20 cm to 1 meter high threshold, and so on, jumping high will increase physical exertion, jumping low will of course be tripping, must be judged in advance, just right to cross, some like trick hurdles.

The whole team is moving forward like this, like rolling waves, Ke Lan and Cang Zhe fly unhurriedly in the middle of the team, after all, they run on two legs, and the team's travel speed is only about 40 kilometers when taking into account speed and endurance, running for 12 hours a day, this speed is like floating for those with third-order abilities, and even Cangzhe's flying carpet can be easily followed.

Cangzhe, who defected to Maori from Loulanhai, has been leisurely for a long time. He knows his position very well, there is no problem in fighting an armed squad to get him, and it is not his turn to take revenge or anything, he could have used the flying carpet to move quickly with the Snitch group, but only a few people with Maori ability, such as Sule, Mo'er, Del, Qin Yu, etc., can't fly. Maori's general environment is a defensive counterattack, and there is no need for a few second-order large-scale assaults, and Su Le and Mo'er also went to Huaxia, so he is completely useless.

It's originally a special-purpose ability, so he won't be passive, and quietly guard his post and listen to the situation. Then this raid found him, and there were 100 staff officers who were not good at sports in 100 martial arts squads, and only he could take them across the ocean, which even a third-order ability could not do.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the wide flying carpet, Cang Zhe held the timer, and there were more than a dozen staff officers lying horizontally behind him, and when the timer jumped to 12, he waved his hand to Curran.

"Set up camp! Dressing! Curran slashed an arc through the air and swept over the group with a sudden splency, leaving behind the order to halt the advance.

About 500 kilometers a day, that is, 12 hours of running, is the limit of the march within the natural recovery range of this elite body, and then it is time to set up a camp and bury the gang to cook.

The scattered teams soon gathered in small groups in circles. Their tent is specially made by Maori Seiko, weighing only 4 kilograms, no skeleton, internal stamping, the top of the round is a solar charging panel, the bottom is inlaid with a large number of electromagnets, after the charging board is deployed, the tent can be tightly adsorbed on the surface of the steel bone, and then open the suction valve, a chubby hemisphere with secondary radiation protection function will be propped up, and the internal space is enough for 8 people to rest.

Curran watched the small domes take shape in a matter of minutes, and couldn't help but rejoice, if it weren't for the nerdy engineers of Seiko who had to bring a few more large charging pads to the team, this army would have been wiped out as early as the second time it crossed the typhoon circle.

After two days of reckless action in a sea area, the team with heavy losses automatically adjusted the march to the evening, day and night, in order to have more time to recharge the life-saving charging pads.

In the distance, Tao Tao unfastened his backpack and propped up the tent, no slower than these Burgasus soldiers, and the action of pulling out the charging pad to connect the circuit was also very neat, but then it didn't work, and the little guy lay there pouting and frowning. Curran couldn't help but wonder that the kid was having a headache about what flavor of compressed biscuits to eat.

"I don't know why you can't get past the cookie every time." Colan flew over and slapped Tao Tao's ass, pouting so high, isn't it underbeaten.

"You have to blame the logistics department, what are you doing with so many flavors!" Tao Tao muttered dissatisfiedly. His hair was messy, his eyes were still bright, and there was some green fluff on his soft lips.

"Ahh Curran walked into the tent in a fuss, and the chubby little angel flapped his wings and picked up a pack of biscuits from Tao Tao's backpack, the bag of biscuits was bigger than the little angel's head, the little wings were whirring, and the little faces were wrinkled together, knowing that it was just Kelan's energy manifestation, Tao Tao just felt that the little guy couldn't lift it.

Touching his lips, Tao Tao snatched the biscuits back and replaced them with a half-pack. This pack is a pack of 8 people, and they have half a pack left in the morning. Packed his backpack, lifted the tent and walked in, Curran had already set up an electromagnetic marching stove, and the water collector was electrifying seawater to purify fresh water, and there was already half a pot, and it could be boiled in 1 minute.

"Brother Curran." Tao Tao flatteringly handed over the biscuits, he grew a beard, this is a sign of growing up, how can he be like a man, Xiao Tao Tao has too many questions to ask.

"Call Grandpa." Curran slowly opened his backpack and took out his sleeping bag. They are 3 people in a tent, and the space is very large, so you can completely remove the sleeping bag first.

"Don't you feel sorry?" Tao Tao was very helpless, and one misstep turned into a thousand years of hatred, and Grandma Fina and Brother Curan got married.

"Your grandmother's surname is Josiah now." Curran raised an eyebrow, enough water.

"Boys, what's going to be eaten today?" Cangzhe's nationality is heroic, Kazakh, he heard his voice before he saw it, and he couldn't see his cautious appearance in front of the Qin family brothers and sisters.

Tao Tao hurriedly snatched the biscuit bag and took a look, then turned around to greet him: "Uncle Cang, it's the mutton by hand!" "Curran knows, that kid is demonstrating, isn't it just a man's problem, don't you say I can ask the old man.

"The taste of hand-grasped mutton is still mushy." Curran poured water into the marching stove, turned out the dried vegetables and poured them in, and then broke the biscuits one by one.

"My ancestors ate better than me." Cang Zhe walked in, stirred a few times with a spoon, and the biscuits quickly turned into a pot of thick wheat porridge, and the dried vegetables were good, and the green ground was very pleasing.

"With 2 months of dry rations and a full set of combat equipment, what else do you expect to eat?" Ke Lan first filled a large pot for Tao Tao, most of the green was in it, and then gave himself a spoonful, and the rest of the pot was given to Cang Zhe. The 12-year-old is growing his body, but he can't let the little guy go hungry, "After eating and washing his hair, he will swish." ”

"Who told me I couldn't fly." The little adult sighed, Tao Tao scooped a large spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth hatefully, his teeth gritted on the spoon and squeaked, he had completely forgotten the topic of men.

"It's almost 6000 kilometers, I looked at the last milemark, 5472." Cang Zhe was snoring and pouring mush, and Ke Lan on the opposite side could eat the marching meal with the demeanor of a French meal, but he couldn't do it.

"How's the team?" Ke Lan was still wrapping a napkin, the plates and spoons in front of him were meticulously arranged, and he also took the time to make himself a cup of tea, the green smoke curled and exuded aroma, but unfortunately Tao Tao and Cang Zhe didn't like it.

"The boys in Bergasus don't have to say, today on average, each staff officer only rested 100 kilometers on the flying carpet, and the staff officers of 6 squads did not get on the flying carpet at all, I saw it, the method is very good." Cang Zhe finished eating his share like a whirlwind, patting his stomach, the little devil and the little angel flew all over the sky to block the saliva or scum that squirted out of his mouth, I don't know if it was saliva or scum, "The origin of those little guys is far behind, obviously the physical fitness is not much different from that of a first-order martial artist, and they have already begun to suffer sports injuries, I suggest that they sit on the flying carpet for the next 3 days, it is not worth it for non-war injuries." ”

"Let them keep running." Ke Lan's expression didn't change at all, "Even the weak staff officers can hold on, there is no reason why they can't hold on, don't forget, they are the main soldiers, and theoretically, including me and Tao Tao, are guest troops." They must first be respected before they can talk about working together to defeat the enemy. ”

Of course Cang Zhe will not insist, and the gossip between the meals will end here, until the water collector makes a beeping sound, and Tao Tao and Cang Zhe, one big and one small, are already entangled together, and they haven't even opened their sleeping bags.

Curran sighed, took off the kettle and walked outside the tent to clean the stove.

The sun had jumped out of the horizon, and it was another sunny day, with a mild wind and sunshine, without a trace of clouds.

There was a snoring in every tent, and Curran circled along the station, closed every tent, got up and looked northeast, the continent was still far away, but after all, it was there, even if he couldn't see it, he wouldn't run away.

Except for the three of them, everyone here will stay in the Americas and fight until the end of the war, and how many will come back alive? Curran didn't know, he only knew that he had to select qualified commanders as soon as possible, and among the 95 staff officers who are still alive so far, America is not destined to be the main battlefield of this war, but that vast continent far away from Europe and Asia must be the life and death field of these Bergasus.