Above the vast white ice field, only the radio was speaking loudly. My colleagues and the staff who came from behind were looking at the two mechas in shock. One of them was still sending out congratulations.

"Where are you from?" Wei San unplugged the cable plugged into the mecha to prevent the radio from amplifying the sound, and then turned off the radio. She took a few steps closer and glanced at the arm of their mecha. "Not military academy students."

There was no military emblem.

"...We are from the high altitude department of Pingtongyuan." It took my colleague a long time to find his voice. So someone really went to the finish line to pull the flag, and at this time, he installed the equipment of the finish platform in his mecha?

"Staff?" Wei San clenched his fist and pounded it on his palm, "Just to prove it, our Damocles Military Academy won first place in this extreme cold race."

Colleagues and staff members beside him: "..." The cold wave is raging, isn't it a bit too much to still be thinking about this?

"Where are the other people in your military academy?" asked a colleague.

At that time, they were on the aircraft following Pingtong Institute. They had heard that a cold wave was coming. Damocles Military Academy and Pingtong Institute had lost contact. Now there were only two mechas from Damocles Military Academy. Could it be that the others...

"I don't know. They may have gone out." Wei San looked at the two mechas without much frost. "Did you just get out of the aircraft? Give us a ride."

"Our aircraft is broken." The staff said, "The maintenance personnel are repairing it. You come in first."

The commander: "How much mecha energy do you have? Lend us some."

The high-altitude large aircraft not only has rescuers, but also people from the exchange office. All resources are inside.

"There is energy, but now we must ensure that there is no problem with the aircraft." The colleague turned his head and said.

The soldier in the mecha cabin said: "Are the people from Pingtong Institute also in the aircraft?"

Colleagues and staff were startled by the second voice in the defense mecha.

"Are there others in your group?" The staff asked subconsciously.

Wei San smiled slightly: "It happened suddenly, and the mecha master made some modifications to their team's mecha."

When they were in the center eye before, Jin Ke reminded the school team members not to tell others that Wei San could modify the mecha, and to keep some of his abilities to achieve a surprise victory.

"The cold wave was too powerful. We were swept down from the sky and had no chance to inform the students of Pingtong Academy." A colleague led them to the aircraft. "You two... three people are the first military academy students we have met."

The aircraft seemed to have been parked here for a long time. The surface was covered with frost. There were several mechas standing outside, constantly cleaning the ice on the surface.

They entered the aircraft and the hatch closed.

Several people came out and put away the mechas.

Wei San also came out of the mecha, but she came down holding the equipment.

"Wait a minute." Wei San put away the mecha, squatted in front of the equipment, unplugged the wire connected to the broadcast sound of other military academies, tied a knot and tied it to the equipment, and finally tied one end of the wire around his waist. "Okay, please."

Staff: "???"

Although confused, the two staff still led them inside.

Wei San fell behind, she reached out and pressed the radio switch, dragging the equipment forward.

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

The sudden broadcast successfully scared the two staff members in the front, they turned their heads and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Sorry." Wei San apologized sincerely, "I'm a country boy, this is my first time winning the championship, I can't help but show off a little more, don't mind it."

The two staff members: "..."

A group of five people walked into the aircraft, Wei San followed at the end, dragging a radio device.

The radio sound slowly came from the aircraft.

When the staff left, quite a few people had already gathered inside. At first, they could only hear a little bit of sound, but now the broadcast was clear and anyone who was not deaf could hear the broadcast congratulating Damocles.

"I feel like there are no people from our Damocles here." Shanbing turned his head and said to Wei San.

Along the way, the people around him seemed to be all staff from Pingtongyuan.

"What?" Wei San's ears were blocked by the broadcast, and he couldn't hear Shanbing's words clearly.

After a few times, Shanbing simply shouted loudly: "This is full of pretenders from Pingtongyuan!"

Wei San heard it.

Not only did she hear it, but the people in the aisles around and the staff in front also heard it.

"..." The soldier who overturned the car immediately supported the commander and coughed desperately, as if the person who just spoke was not him.

The students of the five military academies once voted in private, and Pingtong Academy was honored as the number one pretentious offender, surpassing the Imperial Military Academy.

Because these people always like to suppress their nature and implement comprehensive militarization management. The Imperial Military Academy is competitive, but the students still have different personalities.

Moreover, in addition to the difference in perception level, the people of Pingtong Academy also have some difference in the status of the Pavilion Master.

"This is recognized by everyone." Shanbing whispered to Wei San, "You can't blame me."

...

"From the Damocles Military Academy?" A rescuer rushed over, "Can you turn off the radio first?"

Wei San glanced at the two bars and one star on his military uniform, and knew that he was a major-level rescuer, and he was from the second district, belonging to the Imperial Capital Star.

The staff in charge of the aircraft are from the same background as the military academy teams below, and the staff at the redemption office come from different military academies. As for the rescuers, they are assigned to different aircraft by drawing lots.

Wei San turned off the radio and stood up: "Are all the military academies trapped in there?"

"Military Academy Samuel and Military Academy Nampasi voluntarily left," said the major, "I'm not sure if they got out in the end. All our communications are unusable."

The major took over the staff and took them to the rest area: "You can stay inside, the aircraft is being repaired, and once it's repaired, you may have a chance to get out."

"We want energy supplies for the mechas," Wei San said directly.

"I remember you are level 3S." The major stared at her for a long time, "We can give you energy, but you must go out and look for others with us."

Wei San raised his eyebrows. The major's target was obviously the Imperial Academy.

"Okay." Wei San just wanted to find someone from the Damocles Academy.

After they rested for a while in the aircraft, Wei San asked the soldier and the commander to stay inside: "I'm going to find someone, you stay here, keep the broadcasting equipment safe, and play it for everyone after you go out."

"Your mecha energy." The major gave Wei San enough energy to last for four days, as well as an old-fashioned communicator, "This can contact me within a certain range."

There are resources from the redemption office in the aircraft. After the crash, the rescuers immediately controlled all the resources and were responsible for redistribution.

Wei San packed up: "Do you have any nutrient solution?"

The major paused: "In the corner, take it yourself."

Wei San turned his head and looked at a box of nutrient solution, walked over, picked up the whole box and was about to put it in the combat readiness bag.

"What are you doing?" The major was shocked.

Wei San hesitated and said, "...drink?" What's wrong with that?

"This is for both of us." The major gritted his teeth and spoke slowly.

Wei San looked down at the nutrient solution in the box, took out a row and placed it in front of the major: "Is it enough?"

The major was silent.

She continued to take out a row of nutrient solution.

The major still didn't say anything.

Wei San opened a row and took out two bottles of nutrient solution from it: "I can't give you any more, Major, I'm still young and growing."

Major: "..."

Finally, Wei San searched and took out another one, placed it in front of the major, turned around and left, regardless of the mood of the people behind him.

Wei San went out to search alone, and listened to the rescuer's training briefly before going out.

They had cleaned the stadium half a month ago, and would mark each area after completing it. Although the cold wave hit and the marks were covered with ice and snow, they could roughly figure out the location by walking slowly according to the given map.

Even if they didn't meet other people, they could still figure out the route and prepare to escape.

However, Wei San had to calculate the time to return, and it was possible that the aircraft would leave after it was repaired, so it could not exceed the communication range.

...

Damocles Military Academy team.

The moment Jin Ke fell, everyone's heart was lifted up. They had just lost a main soldier, and now the main commander was in trouble again, and they had not even completely escaped the center of the cold wave.

"I... I'm fine." Jin Ke was awakened by the blood in his throat, and his mind was like being pierced by countless tiny needles.

Huo Xuanshan supported him: "Because the perception was materialized before?"

This is not something that everyone can do easily. People like Ying Xingjue who held up the materialized barrier to protect the entire team all the way without changing their expression are really unique.

"Cross-level skills have a great impact on perception." Jin Ke wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I'll go slowly, everyone continue to hurry."

They rushed from the ice field to the ice valley, which was not a good sign.

"Mecha fragments!" Someone found scattered mecha fragments under their feet.

Liao Runing walked over after hearing this, bent his knees and punched the ice surface, and took out the mecha fragments: "It's the mecha of the Imperial Military Academy."

There happened to be a piece of half a military emblem on the arm.

Liao Runing handed it to Jin Ke: "They may be nearby."

Jin Ke looked up at the sky. The ice layer was so thick that he couldn't see what it looked like before: "Watch your feet. Are there any other mecha fragments? Let's go find them."

Under the cold wave, the competition ended. The more people gathered now, the higher the survival rate.

Everyone was alert and kept an eye on the surrounding ice layer, fearing that they would miss any information.

Jin Ke, who was in the mecha cabin, looked forward through the window. He had a bad guess in his heart.

After the perception became materialized, Jin Ke fully understood how powerful Ying Xingjue was. With such a person, the Imperial Military Academy actually had mechas damaged. What they encountered here might be no less powerful than the center of the cold wave.

If the guess comes true, will the Damocles Military Academy step into another huge threat?

"Will the cold wave have two centers?" Jin Ke asked suddenly as he walked along.

"Two centers?" Ying Chenghe subconsciously retorted, "All cold waves observed by Hanxing have only one center."

"Nothing is absolute in the world. The strength of the Imperial Military Academy is definitely higher than ours at the moment. Look at these." Jin Ke held up the mecha fragments that the school team members had found, "The threat they are under seems to be greater than ours."

Ying Chenghe fell silent. He thought of Ying Xingjue, the cousin who was only a few months older than him but was so strong that he had to be watched by twenty 3S guards.

"The wind is changing." Jin Ke looked up at the gray sky, "Everyone hold on, speed up."

"What's going on?" Liao Runing was shocked, "Is the weather going to change again? We can't have another cold wave."

"Shut up!" Huo Xuanshan said.

We can't let Liao Runing be silent at this time.