Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 509 508. No matter this or that, it doesn’t feel very reliable…

Three days later, the mobile bases that were advancing rapidly began to pass by Camp No. 4. Seifer watched helplessly as those "compressed racks" that obviously had no combat function but were extremely complicated passed by.

Then I quickly asked the sponsor, what is the use of that thing?

Flame Ice Cream: Of course I'm building a bridge for you, new mercenary! You've been so popular lately, your voice is everywhere, and you must be so proud!

Red Crossbow: I don't have a tail

Flame Ice Cream: Why not just install one? Anyway, your machine body can be modified and upgraded. If you want to satisfy the big stars, you have to install it!

Red Crossbow: How about I install it in front and then come to you?

Flame Ice Cream: Finally got some attack power! But do you dare~ New mercenary, are you sure you have the courage to resist me?
Red Crossbow: And then I will be beaten into pieces of iron by ten thousand guns?

Flame Ice Cream: No, no, it’s just a hundred guns at most… 300-500mm caliber. I believe you can make it!

I don't want to answer. This guy really doesn't have any problem with his words. Seifer shrugged and looked at Miss Nana who was clearly shaking with the wind next to him.

She was wrapped in a thick cloak. If it weren't for the safety rope around her waist, she would have flown away by now. However, she happily turned her back to the wind and sand, and felt that the whistling wind was so spectacular.

Why don't you try facing it head on?
After being talked down to by the sponsor for a long time, she finally got down to business, telling Seifer to be ready to advance with the corporate mercenaries in a few hours - bringing a mobile base with him.

Time was still a bit tight, but considering that most guys in the desert acted like this, Seifer could only shrug his shoulders and inform everyone in the car that the break time was over.

Although I didn't get much rest before.

During the two days at Camp No. 4, some enemies would occasionally suddenly appear from somewhere. Their number was small, but they were disgusting.

The big guys who hadn't repaired the weapons were all holding back their anger, and this time they moved out slowly, probably with the intention of blowing something up and dampening the enemy's morale.

Miss Nana returned to the car with sand in her hair and muttered that she wanted to take a bath in the bathroom. Everyone took their positions and started the mobile base step by step.

He himself went to the hangar to confirm whether the aircraft was normal - the communication requirements said that the aircraft should be prepared separately, and it would need to attack alone later, and it was guaranteed that the attack method would not be used as a headless fly target.

Cypher was very worried that it would be the kind of aircraft that would be thrown out like a catapult over the enemy's head like an aircraft on the catapult deck, and then turn around to attack the guys in the defense circle.

If this is true, then during the breakthrough, any opponent with a little bit of brains can easily shoot it down with rockets or anti-aircraft guns, and the crash rate of the breakthrough should be very high.

I told this doubt to Gao Shan, and he just laughed and said that there were indeed catapult decks used by organisms for long-distance movement in the past.

But how should I put it... Let's put it this way, that thing is suitable for traveling, not for any special purpose.

This time, what the company came up with was not that low-level - with such doubts, Seifer and others slowly crossed the "high wall" that they had previously knocked down.

Endless wind and sand kept scraping against the car body. If you looked from the sky at this time, you could see a long dragon made of steel moving forward in a huge roar.

When Seifer arrived at the designated area, he saw a pile of fixed tracks made of car bodies standing in the never-ending sandstorm.

And a device with a wing shape, a large engine nozzle, and a skateboard-like structure is being slowly installed on the track.

Seeing the purpose of this thing at a glance, Cypher suddenly asked Gao Shan, "Is this thing really reliable? And what's the difference between this and directly ejecting the body?"
"Hahaha, what's wrong, hero? Are you scared? Don't be fooled by its crude appearance. The technical level of this thing is beyond the comprehension of old guys like us." "Although I haven't used it either, think about it. Each ejection of these things costs enough to buy an entire machine. If it doesn't work, wouldn't those technicians have died long ago?"

...That's the truth. Seifer was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that he had convinced himself.

So the plan was this: first, the corporate mercenaries, independent mercenary fighters, and others would step on this thing and rush out directly from the hurricane circle, regardless of whether it was a breeze circle or something else...

In short, after landing, they will start to push back from behind the defense line. At the same time, the offensive team on the edge of the hurricane circle will cooperate with the outside to attack from both inside and outside - simple and crude.

But it's efficient, and there's some truth to tearing down defenses in this way right now.

After all, the Arctic Circle is very large, and it is still nighttime. As long as the altitude is high enough, plus this thing... Sefer took another look and found that there were iron bomb-like things mounted on both sides of the flying wings.

"Let me guess, that thing is an aerial bomb. It's useless to use it as a flying mount anyway. So, we might as well drop it during the raid to cause some trouble, right?"

"of course!"

Seifer's question was answered immediately. Many corporate mercenaries were also particularly interested in this kind of big bomb - who would hate something that could be dropped from the sky and could destroy half of the enemy's position with just one bomb, and the enemy would not be able to fight back.

After busy preparations, Cypher finally walked out of the hangar alone in his own machine. While the other machines were still being prepared, he slowly walked to the side of the "Flying Wing".

The feet were fixed on it through special lifting equipment, and at the same time the energy pipelines were disconnected, leaving only the howling wind in the space in front of the flying wings.

In the communication, Leica's voice was somewhat helpless: "Red Crossbow... There's no need to strive for first place in everything..."

"Does your first time count as the first?"

"...You just want to see me embarrassed and enjoy it, right, Red Crossbow?"

"Just to liven things up. This thing under my feet is said to be more expensive than the main body. Besides... you know I'm using a spare body, right?"

Laika sighed deeply, pinched her flushed cheeks, and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Prepare your machine for ejection. Once you're launched, our connection will be temporarily severed."

After the interruption, everyone has to rely on their own abilities, but the good news is that the communication in the breeze area is not too disturbed, so the communication between mercenaries should be much smoother.

Alarms blared around him continuously, and the flame shield was raised. From Cypher's perspective, a holographic flight UI immediately appeared in front of him. Before Cypher could say hello to anyone, he felt the body of the machine shake.

The flames instantly pushed away everything around them, and the flames gushing out of the thrusters even formed beautiful circles of Mach rings. At the same time, the main thrusters on the fuselage also worked and increased the thrust.

The track slanting towards the sky was filled with various indicator lights. When the preheating was completed and Seifer pressed the button in his hand, he felt that the environment in front of him suddenly changed.

Amidst the scraping of metal and loud noises, pushed by the surging air waves, the glider... no, it should be said that the flying board directly ejected with the heavy body, and was pressurized and propelled by the layers of energy amplification in the orbit.

With one final leap, he rushed towards the sky where the hurricane was at its most violent.

The other flying wings also catapulted into flight and began to load the second round. The whole process was orderly, filled with the tension and efficiency before the battle.

(End of this chapter)