Smash All Pots and Pans To Go to School

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

Commander: ...Is my mecha not broken? He didn't think there was a problem with the thermostat system in the mecha cabin.

Years of experience tell me that this year's cold wave is stronger than previous years. Shan Bing was certain that he hated cold the most and was particularly sensitive to temperature.

The commander and a team of individual soldiers, knowing that he would not say such words at will, shouted to Wei San, who was crouching 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 with his bare hands.

The conductor looked at the lifted terminal: ...what are you doing?

Let's see if we can fix the broadcast. No matter how cold it was outside, Wei San jumped out of the mecha and entered under the opened platform.

Under the finish platform is the organizer's communication transmitter and energy source. Usually, once they lift the flag, they can instantly sense it. After that, all aircraft waiting at high altitude will be notified by the display, which will spread the broadcast of the finish point to the entire competition field.

The individual soldier in the mecha cabin saw Wei San jumping out through the window, and he couldn't help hissing, covering one eye: She's really thick.

During the cold wave, no matter how strong the physique of the 3s mecha soldier is, there is no way to stay outside for long.

Weisan jumped down, took apart the device case, and pulled the wires inside.

There are five colors of lines in it, all frozen on ice. Wei San watched it for a long time, and then went back to get the tools. Fortunately, when he helped transform the school team's mecha, 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 his ability to see Ying Xingjue in the live replay of the Guyu Circuit. If someone next to him could perceive the materialization, it would be much more convenient to repair the instrument. She looked at the line that was 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 individual soldier in the mecha cabin: ... Good guy! A set of actions is called a flow of water.

Let's discuss where to go first, give me ten minutes. As soon as Wei San entered the mecha, he began to fiddle.

This kind of broadcast sensing device is much simpler than the mecha, and Wei San can almost understand the structure after watching it for a while.

Commander: We are at the end, with here as the center, and there is still a long way to go from the exit. And the premise is that they will not go the wrong way.

The end point and the exit are not very close, so every time they reach the end point, an aircraft will come and pick them up.

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

Okay. Wei San got up, I'll try it.

She pulled the device over and plugged the yellow wire into her mecha.

A familiar announcement sounded within 20 meters of the finish line: [Congratulations to Damocles successfully reaching the finish line, congratulations to Damocles...]

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

Wei San listened to it for a while, and then said with a pity: It's almost a little bit, and the broadcast didn't sound in the whole arena.

Commander: In the cold wave, the equipment at the fixed point should also be broken. The communication signal at high altitude cannot be connected, and the broadcast cannot be broadcast synchronously.

That's fine. Wei San turned his head to look at the radio that was still playing, There are too many energy blocks, we let it go all the way to the exit, they have to admit that the champion of this competition is the Military Academy of Damocles.

Playing this only consumes energy blocks and does not take up the energy of the mech.

The commander and the individual soldier in the mecha cabin led the way in resignation, Wei San walked in the back, and every minute she started to broadcast congratulations from her side.

Broadcast all the way.

Since the establishment of the Damocles Military Academy, there have not been so many congratulations.

...

Was swept into the aircraft somewhere by the cold wave.

The light at the end of the broadcast just now seems to be on. A staff member who was guarding the various light curtains turned his head and said to his colleagues.

How is that possible? The colleague said without thinking, Which military academy still pulls the flag under such circumstances, and even if it is pulled, the equipment under the terminal platform will be frozen long ago.

You can't pull out the flag and fix the broadcasting equipment. Who can do something so outrageous.

But... I really saw it. The staff clearly saw that the light representing the end broadcast was on, Maybe someone really pulled the flag.

My colleague bent down and took a bottle of water and threw it to the staff: Drink a sip of water to wake up, even if the broadcast equipment on the destination platform is not broken, the high-frequency receiver on our aircraft has also been damaged. Unless the aircraft is very close to the end point, it will not receive at all. No signal.

However, the rescuers on the aircraft went out to investigate a few hours ago, and 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 sighed.

Let's go to rest first. The colleague got up and said.

They are not here either. All communication equipment is broken. At least the maintenance personnel on the aircraft have to completely repair the communication in the aircraft.

The second they turned and left, the red light on the light curtain flickered again.

...

Commander, can you do it? Wei San followed, Are you sure we're going to the exit?

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

The surrounding white fog is already visible to the naked eye, and the cold wave is still intensifying. Logically, the more

Going outside, the cold should have subsided. But now it's all white in all directions.

The three of them had nothing but a dug out radio equipment and could not contact anyone. In the end, they could only resign themselves to fate and walk in one direction.

Our energy seems to be able to last for half a day at most. Walking and walking, the commander said, Otherwise, we will wait in place, and the support time can be longer. The teacher should send someone to rescue us.

Shan Bing was the first to disagree: When the cold wave comes, it's a question of whether the rescue team can come in. When they come, we may have frozen to death in the extremely cold arena.

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

Let's go first, maybe we can get to the exit. Wei San insisted on broadcasting, The cold wave is moving, we stay in place and die faster.

The three walked forward again, and the broadcast never stopped.

The staff who had rested for a while returned to their positions. Now the aircraft cannot be started. Except for the maintenance personnel who are rushing to repair, the rescuers go out to explore the way from time to time, and everyone else stays at their jobs.

He was sitting in a chair, staring at the light curtain. There are many cabins in the large aircraft. The seats reserved for military cadets and the room where the resources are stored in the exchange office can be clearly called out from the light curtain. Basically all black.

While in a daze, the staff found the light spot representing the broadcast of the end point, and it turned red again.

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

The colleague raised his eyes in a daze and looked at the light curtain as usual: Where? You are under too much psychological pressure.

The staff was anxious and stared at the light spot that went dark again: I really saw it! There is no problem with my mind!

The colleague who was still lying on the bench suddenly got up, and he didn't even care that the blanket fell on the ground. He stepped forward and looked at the red dot that was completely lit up on the light curtain: It's really bright?! How could it be?

Everyone said I saw it... The staff whispered.

The colleague ran to the window of the aircraft and looked out: It's not moving, our aircraft is still in 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 and looked back at the light curtain. The maintenance personnel have already checked this place at the beginning.

[Congratulations to Damocles Military Academy successfully reached the finish line, congratulations...]

A sound of broadcasting came along with the cold wind.

The colleague pricked up his ears and asked the staff next to him, Did you hear me?

The staff nodded blankly: It seems to be the sound of the broadcast. Could this be a hallucination before death?

The broadcast sound seemed to be getting clearer and clearer. The colleague was pulling at the window of the aircraft, eager to put his face on it, but the snow and ice outside covered the window glass, and he could only see a vast expanse of white.

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

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

what happened? !

The aircraft has not moved, is it possible that the terminal platform can still run over by itself?

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

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

what's the situation?

I'm freezing to death? It's starting to delusion now.

What an illusion, it's actually Damocles.

Go outside and see! the colleague shouted as he ran.

This is not a hallucination, there must be a reason, what happened to make the broadcast sound at the end start to move?

Could it be that some giant star beast swallowed the finish line?

No, after it was impossible to swallow, the broadcast equipment was still intact and even started broadcasting.

I don't want to die here. Shan Soldier complained, It would be better to die in the desert if I knew earlier, I hate this kind of weather.

The commander sighed: Unfortunately, there is no way for the Federation to see our heroic appearance of winning the championship.

He lowered his head and turned on his optical brain, and sent the video he shot before to his StarNet account. There was no signal, and it was always being sent.

It is estimated that I can't wait to go out and send it to Lanwei Media now.

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

You still have a mecha that can last for a while longer. Don't die without moving. Wei San's mood was unusually calm, I think the exit might be right in front of you.

Colleagues and staff entered the mecha together and came out of the aircraft. They stood outside and could only see a vast expanse of whiteness. The broadcast sound was faint and seemed to be moving away.

Over 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 followed up with gritted teeth.

Getting closer!

My colleague was listening to the radio in the mecha, and his heart was beating wildly. Whether it was a giant star beast or something, he must check it out.

...

The colleague looked not far away, suddenly froze in place, stupid.

Huh? Wei San turned his head and looked back, if he felt something.

At this moment, the broadcast is still calling: [Congratulations to Damocles Military Academy successfully reached the finish line. 】