Why would I join the army if I can’t drive a Gundam!

Chapter 111: Battle of Baikonur (Part )

"A red dragon appeared on the southern defense line?"

"Major Scott is dead?"

"Good good!"

Upon hearing that the feint offensive he launched from the south was blocked and his elite officers were killed, Major General Yuri was not angry, but waved his hand excitedly.

"Continue the attack, push the newly added reserves forward, and hold them back on the southern front!"

"Also, reinforce the Third Brigade with all the remaining troops from the Second Brigade. Maintain high pressure on the Eastern Front. It doesn't matter whether we can capture the position or not, the attack must not stop!"

"Sir, please leave some seeds for our Third Brigade!"

"Do you think I'm willing to let these soldiers die?"

Major General Yuri glanced at his brigade commander and said meaningfully.

"Right now, the decision is no longer in our hands. Lord Dozle's Operation Bluebird has already begun. At this juncture, we have no choice but to continue!"

"But can we slow down the offensive? Our men are just targets for beam rifles on the plains!"

The commander of the 3rd Brigade instantly put on a mask of pain. Nearly one-third of his troops' losses during the attack were caused by beam rifles. Even those Federation mobile suits would use beam rifles to attack light targets such as armored vehicles. Even if they rushed to the close range, those ordinary GMs could still take out a short, exquisite but powerful beam spray gun.

"You can slow down a bit!"

Major General Yuri rubbed his unique non-mainstream hairstyle and said.

"But we must maintain high pressure and keep the federal army's attention focused here!"

“Is this Earth?”

Sixteen-year-old Sayid stared at the blue sky until he heard the captain's roar on the radio. Only then did he react and stopped in a hurry.

But it was too late. An unlucky armored vehicle had been kicked to the ground by the new pilot who did not check the road conditions. The two crew members climbed out of the car with difficulty, and then started cursing at the Zaku 1 next to them.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry!"

Sayid could only apologize quickly. The two Zeon crew members were also stunned when they saw Sayid's childish face.

"Why is it a child?"

The crew members were also stunned, and then Sayyid's superior also rushed over from the front at this moment.

"I'm so sorry, both of you!"

Looking at the old soldier in front of them who held the rank of lieutenant but was already gray-haired and blind in one eye, the anger of the two Zeon crew members subsided for the most part. After the old soldier took out a cigarette, everyone immediately became good friends who could talk about anything.

"Why are even children going to the battlefield now?"

"Who knows? Anyway, my entire brigade is made up of reinforcements like this!"

The veteran held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the mobile suits lined up in the distance. The models of these mobile suits were mixed, there were Zaku 1s, early Zaku 2s, and even two Zidas. He had no idea how the logistics department put all these things together.

The components of these aircraft were also significantly different; they were clearly not original, but rather assembled by the logistics department. As for the equipment, it was a complete mess, even early 105mm machine guns were present. The only visible piece of equipment in the entire brigade was the veteran's own Zaku 2F.

"Are the people up there crazy?"

Upon learning that the entire replenishment battalion was composed of these fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, the two Zeon crews felt their worldviews were shocked. Could it be that the Principality's government had fallen to such a state?

They wanted to talk to the veteran a few more times, but then the friendly forces that had previously attacked the southern defense line retreated in a mess, so the veteran quickly said goodbye because it would be their turn for the next wave of attack.

"Hey, Sayid, are you scared?"

After being driven back to the line by the veterans, Sayyid once again focused his attention on the boundless blue sky above his head. This was the first time he had seen the real sky since he was born in a space colony.

On the Zaku 1 nearby, another skinny guy with fur on his mouth was gazing anxiously at the distant horizon, where smoke filled the air and artillery roared. Seeing that his companion was so insensitive to the noise, he could only control the machine and gently nudged Sayid.

"Afraid? What are you afraid of? We are fighting for the great cause of the inhabitants of the universe. Do you see the sky, Fahar? It's so beautiful, but why can't I see any birds flying?"

"But, look over there!"

Fahar pointed to the friendly forces that had retreated not far away. Almost all of those vehicles were damaged, and there were cars full of wounded soldiers. The wailing and screaming reached the sky, which was creepy.

Blood flowed out from the gaps in the vehicle like a stream, and from time to time a piece of intestine or other organ would fall out as the wounded moved, and then be roughly stuffed back into the wound.

"We are mobile suit pilots, Fakhar, we are different from them. If you are scared, stand behind me!"

"But, but..."

"Hey, Fahar, you peed your pants, didn't you? Then you can go away, and then I can report you to the commander as a deserter!"

Just as Fahar was stuttering, another figure appeared.

"Shut up, York, you snitch dog, and get out of here!"

Sayid was furious when he saw the despicable guy standing on the ground. This guy was the most disgusting person in the entire training camp. Once someone complained or made inappropriate remarks, he would report it to the instructors. Then, everyone would be punished with beatings at the very least and solitary confinement at the worst.

There was even a time when a young cadet reminisced about his grandfather's glorious career in the Deiken government. The other party directly reported the news to the Führer's Guard stationed in the training camp, and then the young man disappeared quietly.

"Snitch? I'm just exposing crimes, exposing crimes against the Führer, so that those despicable people who are mixed up among us will receive the punishment they deserve. I'm not as good as a coward like Fahar!"

"I'm not a coward!"

Fahar blushed and then retorted.

"That's what a coward would say!"

"Really? Then you must not be a coward?"

"Of course not. It is my greatest honor to be able to go to the battlefield and serve the Führer!"

"Then can you stand in the front row during the attack?"

Said then said with a smile.

"I, I have to supervise you unstable elements and prevent you from fleeing, so I have to stay behind!"

"coward!"

A young soldier who had been silent and just listening quietly suddenly spoke up.

Immediately afterwards, mocking voices rang out all around.

"Coward, flatterer..."

"You, you wait here, I'm going to report to the captain!"

York, who was trembling all over after being scolded, turned around and wanted to find the old lieutenant, but the latter was listening to the intelligence briefing at the command center. York could only squat beside the other party's body, thinking about how to complain while waiting for the other party to return.

"Does that guy look like a dog?"

Hearing his good friend say this, Fahar couldn't help laughing, but as he laughed, he suddenly remembered that when he was a little kid, he also had a pet dog. But later, as the Deacon faction was purged, his parents and elders disappeared, and he was left alone to survive in the world, where even food and clothing became a problem, let alone raising a dog.

"You know, I promised you that my mom and sister are still in the labor camp. They're still alive, so as long as I make military achievements, I can get them out!"

Sayid looked around and then spoke in a low voice.

"So, if you ask me if I'm scared, of course I am, but for them, I'm willing to give everything!"

"When the time comes, if I can pick them up, I will definitely bring them to live on Earth and let them see what the real blue sky looks like!"

Fahar looked at his friend in silence. They had known each other since they were very young, or rather, most of the young soldiers here were old acquaintances. Their elders had been staff or officials of the Deiken government in the past, but after the Zabi family started the purge, these children were separated from their parents and relatives and were forcibly sent to a unified incubation camp, where they were subjected to brainwashing and training year after year.

However, all of Fahar's family members had been killed, so it became a luxury for him to be brave for anyone.

"I'll help you!"

That was all he could say to Sayid.

"what?"

"I'll help you get your sister and mother out!" "Okay, then we'll live together!"

The two good friends held hands tightly together, their faces filled with happy smiles.

"Damn headquarters!"

Lieutenant Mueller, the commander of the reserve brigade, finally couldn't suppress his inner anger after walking out of the command tent, and kicked a big rock on the side of the road.

Then, he sat down on it, because at this moment, he could no longer tell whether his heart ached or his feet hurt.

The formation of the reserve brigade was already difficult. The elite reserve personnel added by the Principality Command had long been divided up by those important units. Then, those outstanding young soldiers were also dispersed and supplemented to the front line. In the end, what was left were these people: a disabled veteran in his early fifties and a group of teenagers with an average age of fifteen.

But now, the brigade command wants to use its own troops to attack the enemy's important defense line, and even conceals the existence of the enemy ACE on the defense line. He was kicked to the second-line troops because of the injury in the Battle of Loum, and he doesn't even know who the Red Dragon is?
Although they didn't spend much time together, the old lieutenant still liked those young people very much. But now, he had to lead these young people on a road to certain death.

But what could Lieutenant Mueller do? He could do nothing, even the military police were waiting outside the tent.

So the lieutenant could only suppress the pain in his heart and return to the brigade.

As soon as he came back, a guy with yellow hair jumped out.

"Report to the Lieutenant, I have discovered that there are anti-Zabi elements in the brigade. They are spreading rumors of failure in an attempt to undermine the morale of our troops!"

"Oh, I see!"

Mueller nodded and continued walking forward.

"Sir, you haven't announced the punishment yet!"

The yellow-haired man hurriedly stopped Muller and said anxiously.

"Punishment, how do you want me to punish them? The whole brigade is about to join the attack. Do you want me to put them in solitary confinement?"

"Of course not, sir, we should arrest them!"

"Arrest, kid! This is a frontline war zone. To save trouble, those military police will execute us directly at the camp gate. Then our entire brigade will be stripped of our numbers and equipment and sent to the Living Dead Army to serve as cannon fodder. Is that what you want? Do you really want to join the Living Dead Army?"

"I'm, I'm sorry, sir!"

York said this, but he had made up his mind in his heart that he would report to the higher-level department after the battle was over.

But Mueller's mind was not here at all. He quickly called together the commanders of each team and prepared to arrange the most appropriate tactics to allow more children to survive.

"Did you hear everything clearly?"

"Yes, Lieutenant!"

"Then the time is right now. We'll set out in half an hour!"

Accompanied by the whistling of artillery shells, the Zeon army launched its sixth offensive on the southern front as daylight began again.

"What's the Zeon army doing? Why is the Zaku-1 showing up? And that thing, the Zida? Can this thing also fight land battles?"

Macharius looked at the enemy lineup in the camera and suddenly didn't know what to say. This is not the Abavakong Fortress, so why did they send a force similar to the National Grenadiers to the front line?

"Teams, be careful, there may be a problem!"

"Javelin, this is Red Dragon. You fire first. Is that okay?"

"No problem, don't worry!"

Because he was unsure of what kind of medicine the Zeon had, Macharius handed the task of firing the first shot to the missile vehicle team nearby.

"Car number one, two salvos!"

Then, two Queen missiles flew out of the gun barrels just a few tenths of a second apart, whizzing towards the reserve brigade advancing in skirmish formation.

On another missile vehicle, the gunner was ready, waiting for the Zaku to maneuver so that he could use a high-throw missile to finish off the enemy, but then, cheers came from the radio.

"Car number one hit, and that guy didn't even know how to dodge!"

"what?"

"Could it really be the Volksgrenadiers?"

Macharius immediately gave the order.

"Javelin, you are free to fire, but be careful to change your shooting position!"

"understand!"

Then, another array of missiles took off into the air and roared towards the reserve brigade.

"Enemy missiles incoming, 10 o'clock direction, fire, be careful to avoid missiles!"

Muller reminded loudly, but the effect was not good. Another Zaku 1 was directly destroyed, and an early Zaku 2 had its head blown up. Then the panicked pilot lost his vision and fell flat on his face.

"Damn it, remember to move and fire to suppress. Don't stay in one place for too long. Move. If you don't want to die, move!"

Macharius was impressed by the performance of the reserve brigade, and he was certain that these people were not acting, they were really incompetent.

"Ninth Squadron, use half of your machines to lure the enemy. The rest of you will follow Third Squadron and spread out. Abandon the center and occupy the two wings. Let the tanks go to the left wing, and the Javelin will move to the right wing!"

Since the other party was going to give up, Macharius naturally would not be polite. He quickly adjusted the deployment, deployed the mobile suit troops on both sides of the defense line, and then sent part of the mobile suits of the 155th Division to the center, posing a weak defensive posture.

After a brief exchange of fire, the Zeon army indeed noticed the problem with the central defense line. Subsequently, intensive artillery fire began to bombard the central defense line, and Macharius also timely ordered the 9th Squadron's decoy troops to retreat.

"Sir, the enemy is retreating!"

A young pilot of a Zaku 1 saw Jim retreating while firing in the ruins ahead. Excited, he immediately reported the situation and immediately began to chase him.

The 105 machine gun roared and poured a barrage of bullets onto the opponent's shield, causing smoke and dust to billow. Then, the Jim jumped and fled in panic to a farther place.

"I know, don't be impatient, pay attention to the connection with friendly forces!"

Muller was still very cautious. He didn't believe that the Red Dragon was at this level. However, the ground forces of the Zeon army didn't know. Seeing that the Federation Army in front was retreating, a group of Majella tanks took the lead and stepped on the accelerator, overtaking the mobile suits and rushed forward.

"Sir, friendly forces are already charging!"

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, the Red Dragon shouldn't be arranged like this!"

While Mueller was still thinking, he saw several mobile suits already impatiently catching up with the armored forces.

"Charge, brothers! If you don't get on now, you'll have no achievements!"

The leader was naturally the guy named York. He drove his Zida and hid far away until the armored troops rushed up. Then he took the initiative and ran all the way from the back, surpassing the friendly troops in the front row.

When he shouted like this, a group of young soldiers who had been deeply brainwashed couldn't wait to follow him.

"Lieutenant?"

"Follow me!"

Mueller could only hope he was overthinking it.

Soon, the tracks of the Majella tank rolled over the wreckage of the destroyed Type 61 and entered the defense line of the southern base. Several Zeon soldiers were eager to plant the flag of victory on the ruins.

Then, the roaring heavy artillery unleashed its firepower here.

"Up, up, up, spread out on both sides, brothers, it's time to make dumplings!"

Macharius controlled the machine to rush out of the shelter, and the beam rifle that had not been used much before to save ammunition fired again, instantly cutting open the right side of a Zaku.

Afterwards, a large number of Federation troops rushed out from the front, left and right sides of the Zeon army. Although the number of mobile suits on both sides was equal, their quality was far superior!

Not to mention tanks and missile vehicles!
However, the Majella tank was still turning around in the ruins and looking for a shooting angle because of the idiotic design of its fixed turret, but the Federation Type 61's artillery fire had already hit the Zeon mobile suit.

"Third Squadron, close the gap immediately. If anyone wants to rescue you, fight them back!"

"Guntanks, extend your fire and fire at the Zeon assembly point. Don't worry about the ammunition, just use it all! I'm going to eat this dumpling!"

(End of this chapter)