"The cold wave seems to be getting stronger." The soldier in the mecha cabin suddenly said.

Commander: "... Is my mecha okay?" He didn't think there was a problem with the constant temperature system of the mecha cabin.

"Years of experience have told me that this year's cold wave is stronger than in previous years." The soldier was determined that he hated cold the most and was particularly sensitive to temperature.

The commander and the soldier were in the same team, and knew that he would not say such things casually, so he shouted to Wei San who was squatting on the terminal platform: "The cold wave may still be getting stronger."

"Wait a moment." Wei San controlled the mecha to dig the equipment under the terminal platform with his bare hands.

The commander looked at the opened terminal platform: "... What are you doing?"

"See if you can fix the radio." Wei San didn't care how cold it was outside, and jumped out of the mecha and went under the opened platform.

Under the finish platform are the organizers' communication transmitters and energy sources. In the past, once they pulled the flag, the bottom would sense it instantly, and then all the aircraft waiting in the sky would be notified, spreading the broadcast of the finish to the entire stadium.

The soldier in the mecha cabin saw Wei San jump out through the window, and couldn't help but hissed, covering one eye: "She is really thick-skinned."

During the cold wave, no matter how strong the 3s mecha soldier's physique is, he can't stay outside for a long time.

Wei San jumped down, disassembled the equipment shell, and adjusted the wires inside.

There were five colors of wires inside, all frozen. Wei San looked at it for a long time, and then went back to get the tools. Fortunately, when he helped to transform the school team's mecha before, he still kept some tools in the combat readiness bag.

She came over with the tools and found that the moment she turned around, the disassembled machine was covered with a thick layer of ice.

At this time, Wei San remembered that he had seen Ying Xingjue's ability in the replay of the Guyu race track live broadcast. If someone next to him could sense the materialization, it would be much easier to repair the equipment. She looked at the lines that were still freezing, and finally decided to pry open the most critical instrument inside, grab the energy block next to it, and directly carry the equipment underneath and stuff it into the mecha.

The commander and soldiers in the mecha cabin: "..." Good guys! The set of movements was so smooth.

"You guys discuss where to go first, give me ten minutes." As soon as Wei San entered the mecha, he started to beat the drums.

This kind of broadcast sensing equipment is much simpler than the mecha. Wei San almost understood the function of the structure after watching it for a while.

Commander: "We are at the finish line. With this as the center of the circle, there is still a long distance to the exit." And the premise is that they will not go the wrong way.

The finish line and the exit are not close, so every time they arrive at the finish line, a flying vehicle will come to pick them up.

Wei San cleaned the broken ice in the equipment, connected the line representing Shadu Star, and the instrument suddenly lit up.

"Okay." Wei San stood up, "Let me try."

She pulled the equipment over, pulled the yellow line and plugged it into her mecha.

A familiar broadcast voice suddenly sounded within 20 meters of the finish line: [Congratulations Damocles for successfully reaching the finish line, congratulations Damocles...]

Commander: "..." Does it have to be so ceremonial?

Wei San listened for a while and said with a bit of regret: "It's a bit short, the whole stadium didn't have the broadcast sounded."

The commander said: "During the cold wave, the equipment at the fixed point should also be broken. The communication signal can't be connected at high altitude, and the broadcast can't be played synchronously."

"This is also fine." Wei San turned his head and looked at the broadcast that was still playing. "There are a lot of energy blocks. We will play it all the way to the exit. They must admit that the champion of this stadium is Damocles Jun Military Academy."

Playing this only consumes energy blocks and does not occupy the energy of the mecha.

The commander and the individual soldiers in the mecha cabin led the way resignedly. Wei San walked behind, and every minute she began to hear the radio congratulations.

Playing all the way.

Since the establishment of Damocles Military Academy, there have never been so many congratulations.

...

was swept into a plane somewhere by the cold wave.

"Just now the lights of the terminal broadcast seemed to be on." A staff member in the middle of the various light screens turned his head and said to his colleague.

"How is it possible?" The colleague said without thinking, "Which military academy would pull out the flag in this situation? Even if they did, the equipment under the terminal platform would have been frozen and damaged."

It's impossible to pull out the flag and repair the broadcasting equipment. Who can do such an outrageous thing.

"But... I really saw it." The staff member just saw the lights representing the finish line broadcast light up, "Maybe someone really pulled out the flag."

The colleague bent down and took a bottle of water and threw it to the staff member: "Drink some water to wake up. Even if the broadcasting equipment of the finish line platform is not broken, the high-frequency receiver on our aircraft has been damaged. Unless the aircraft is very close to the finish line, it will not receive any signals at all."

However, the rescuers on the aircraft went out to investigate a few hours ago. The place where they were swept over was not near the finish line, but should still be somewhere on the track.

"Maybe I'm too tired." The staff member sighed.

"Let's go and rest first." The colleague stood up and said.

There was no point for them to stay here, as all the communication equipment was broken. At least they had to wait until the maintenance personnel on the aircraft completely repaired the communication inside the aircraft.

The second the two turned around and left, the red light on the screen flickered again.

...

"Commander, are you okay?" Wei San followed behind, "Are you sure we are going to the exit?"

The commander said ashamedly: "Actually... I'm not sure now."

The white mist around was already visibly getting heavier, and the cold wave was still intensifying. Logically, the further you go outside, the weaker the cold should be. But now it was all white in all directions.

The three people had nothing but a broadcasting device that they had dug up, and they couldn't contact anyone. In the end, they could only leave it to fate and walk in one direction.

"It seems that our energy can only support for half a day at most." The commander said as they walked, "Otherwise, we should wait here, so that we can support for a longer time. The teacher should send someone to rescue us."

The single soldier disagreed at first: "Once the cold wave comes, it is a problem whether the rescue team can come in. By the time they come, we may have frozen to death in the extremely cold stadium."

"If we can't find the exit and the energy runs out, we will also freeze to death." The commander said helplessly, now they don't even know where they are.

"Let's go first, maybe we can reach the exit." Wei San insisted on playing the radio, "The cold wave is moving, we will die faster if we stay here."

The three of them walked forward again, and the radio never stopped.

After a break, the staff returned to their positions. Now the aircraft could not be started. Except for the maintenance personnel who were rushing to repair it and the rescuers who went out to explore from time to time, everyone else stayed at their work posts.

He sat on the chair, staring at the light screen with lifeless eyes. There were many cabins in the large aircraft, seats reserved for military cadets, and rooms for storing resources at the exchange area. The light screen could clearly display the monitoring, but now it was basically dark.

While he was in a daze, the staff found that the light spot representing the terminal broadcast was lit red again.

"Look!" The staff member quickly stood up and patted his colleague who was resting on the bench next to him, "It's on, it's on!"

The colleague looked up dazedly and looked at the light screen as usual: "Where? You are under too much psychological pressure." The

staff member was anxious and stared at the light spot that went dark again: "I really saw it! There is nothing wrong with me mentally!"

The colleague who was still lying on the bench suddenly stood up, not even caring about the blanket that fell to the ground, and walked forward to look at the red dot that was completely lit on the light screen: "It's really on?! How could it be?"

"Everyone said I saw it..." the staff member whispered.

A colleague ran to the window of the aircraft and looked out: "It didn't move. Our aircraft is still in the same place. Why is there a red dot?"

The staff thought for a while and asked: "Is the light screen display in our main cabin broken?"

"Impossible." The colleague turned his head back to look at the light screen, "The maintenance personnel have already checked here at the beginning."

[Congratulations to Damocles Military Academy for successfully reaching the destination, congratulations...]

A broadcast voice came through the cold wind.

The colleague raised his ears and asked the staff next to him: "Did you hear it?"

The staff nodded blankly: "It seems to be a broadcast voice." This couldn't be a hallucination before death.

The broadcast voice seemed to be getting clearer and clearer. The colleague leaned on the window of the aircraft, wishing to put his face against it, but the ice and snow outside covered the window glass, and he could only see a vast expanse of white.

[Congratulations to Damocles Military Academy for successfully reaching the finish line...]

The voice came again clearly, and the colleagues and staff looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

What's going on? !

The aircraft has not moved, could it be that the finish line platform can run over by itself?

The colleague immediately ran out, wanting to go out and find out.

At this moment, as the broadcast voice became clearer and clearer, many people in the aircraft also heard it, and they stood up or stopped the maintenance work in their hands.

"What's going on?"

"I'm almost frozen to death? I'm starting to have illusions now."

"What kind of illusion is this? It's Damocles."

"Go outside and see!" The colleague shouted while running.

This is not an illusion, there must be a reason. What happened to make the broadcast voice at the finish line start to move?

Did some giant star beast swallow the finish line?

No, it is impossible that after swallowing it, the broadcasting equipment is still intact and even starts broadcasting.

"I don't want to die here." The soldier complained, "I would rather die in the desert. I hate this weather."

The commander sighed, "It's a pity that the Federation can't see our heroic figure of winning the championship."

He lowered his head and turned on his optical computer, and sent the video he had taken before to his star network account. There was no signal and it was still being sent.

It is estimated that it will not be sent to the blue media now.

When the cold wave passes and the communication is restored here, the video can be sent directly no matter what they do.

"You still have a mech that can hold out for a while. Don't just die for no reason." Wei San was unusually calm. "I think the exit might be just ahead."

The colleague and the staff entered the mech together and came out of the aircraft. They stood outside and could still only see a vast expanse of white. The broadcast was faint and seemed to be far away.

"There!" The colleague ran to the right.

"Wait for the rescuer..." The staff looked at the back of the colleague who was almost gone and gritted his teeth and followed.

Getting closer!

The colleague listened to the broadcast in the mech, his heart beating wildly. Whether it was a giant star beast or something else, he must find out.

"..."

The colleague looked at a place not far away and suddenly froze in place, dumbfounded.

"Huh?" Wei San seemed to have realized something and turned his head to look to the side and back.

At this moment, the radio is still calling: [Congratulations to Damocles Military Academy for successfully reaching the finish line. ]