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"...He looks very sad." Aisha reached out her hand and placed it on her heart. "I can feel it."

"Yeah, I can feel it too. It's a different kind of sadness than the bewilderment of that 'Berserker'."

Andrew hugged Aisha, thinking about something. "I think I know the source of this feeling."

"...By the way, Andy, regarding that 'copy army'...are you really not going to accept it?" Aisha sighed and expressed this doubt.

"Of course not."

Andrew shook his head. There was no room for negotiation on this matter.

……

By the time Rhodes and the others returned to the market, it was already around four or five in the afternoon.

Ross calmly watched the ZAFT jeep go away, holding the same paper bag he had used to buy supplies before. It was obvious that Andrew had specially arranged for someone to buy it from the same store.

"Crack..." Just as Rhodes was still thinking about whether to rent a car, a brake sound was heard.

Baki Lulu, who was looking for information everywhere and planning to sneak into Andrew's house to rescue Ross and others, appeared in front of Ross in a familiar jeep.

"Huh... I'm glad you're all okay." After carefully observing the condition of Ross and the others, Baki Lulu breathed a sigh of relief with a slightly tired look.

"Hurry up and get in the car. We've been exposed. It's time to retreat."

When Andrew pointed out that Cagalli was a guerrilla, the people who came with her were naturally also labeled as guerrillas.

The longer we stay in this town, the more dangerous it becomes.

Rhodes glanced at the street full of bullet holes and explosion marks, then got into the jeep in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

----split line----

PS: I took a look at Chen Bai’s new PV today. Oh no, it was for my wallet.

When I was looking through the previous chapters, I found that some people said that the electromagnetic rocket launcher was a bit counterintuitive. Now I will tell you something even more counterintuitive.

If you search for MS-09R Riku, you will find that it has an optional accessory, a rectangular tube, its official name is "beam bazooka".

What do you think? Do you feel that the electromagnetic rocket launcher is much more scientific?

Volume 1: Remarks on the launch

Well, this book will be on the shelves this Friday.

There are many things I want to say, but when they come to my lips I feel like I can’t put them into words and I don’t know how to express them.

Why did I choose SEED for the first volume? Probably because SEED was the first Gundam I watched, and Strike Gundam was also the first film I bought.

I vaguely remember whether I was in elementary school or middle school when I went to Hong Kong with my family. I stumbled into a plastic shop and fell in love with HG's Raiders. I begged my family to buy it for me, and then I took the bus for several hours home with the box in my arms.

Then I asked my cousin to buy some glue scissors, tweezers and other things, and I put the Raiders together bit by bit according to the instructions.

Looking back, the workmanship was incredibly crude. The sprues weren't fixed, the decals weren't applied, a couple of the modeling hands were missing, and I even found the long-missing beam rifle only after I moved the table. Not to mention the engraving and bleeding.

But this was my first contact with Gundam, and I was deeply impressed.

Thinking about this book carefully, it reminds me of the mentality of a young man who took the bus all the way with HG Raid in his arms. Or maybe I have always been young and naive when writing books. I held my breath and stockpiled 50,000 words, which is the number of words in ten chapters.

Then all the books were released on the first day of publication, and the contract was signed on the second day. My editor couldn't imagine that my approach was so wild, and then I lost a recommendation because of the price of my youth.

I graduated in June and still haven't found a job. Maybe I'll be coding full-time in the future? After all, this is the only thing I'm good at (laughs), but my family is always urging me to find a job.

Due to various practical reasons, updates have been unstable recently, and my writing skills are very poor. I appreciate the hard work of my readers who have followed this article.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say about my thoughts on the release. I’ve said so many random things and I don’t know how to express my complicated emotions.

The group number is 659306845, and the name is Fresh French Fries Gathering Place. The question to join the group is the name of the machine opened by the protagonist.

If you want to torture me or have any opinions, you can raise them in the group.

As for the sudden release of the update (sweat pouring out of forehead)... let's just take a look at the pile not far away (sweat pouring out of fountain)

that's it.

Volume 35: Chapter 78 FA- (crossed out) High Mobility Type Jesta, Attack! (First Order Request)

Archangel, inside the hangar.

"Docking is complete, Ross. The battery capacity of this high-mobility backpack is larger than that of Jegan's, but I'm not sure how long it can operate under Earth's gravity." Christina, who was standing next to the cockpit, looked at the tablet in her hand after Jesta completed the docking of the high-mobility backpack.

"Understood. I'll pay attention." Rhodes put on his pilot's suit and sat in the cockpit, fine-tuning some of the aircraft's parameters through the touch panel.

"Christina, help me load two shields. Load the shields' internal missile bays with forged rockets." Rhodes checked the status of the robotic arms on his backpack, adjusted the parameters appropriately, and confirmed the next armament. "Prepare the electromagnetic rocket launcher, two anti-ship missiles, and the rest with forged rockets."

Ross's beam rifle had decent accuracy, and Zesta's beam carbine was also excellent, but Ross preferred the electromagnetic bazooka.

"Ready to fight..."

After seeing that all the weapons on the machine had been loaded, Ross breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the maintenance team moving around in the hangar.

"That's inevitable. We already completed the docking with the guerrillas over there yesterday, and they've already received everything they were supposed to give the Archangel." Big Haro, perched on the mount, waved his wings, his eyes twinkling. "It's not reasonable to take the money and not do the job."

Rhodes wanted to say that he had accepted money from Blue Cosmos and used the money to make a Type A Jetpack to blow up the research institute.

But after thinking about it, I still didn’t say it.

……

Several huge transport planes landed, their noses unfolded, and several aircraft came out of the transport planes and into the desert.

"They're all Zaut... They're not easy to fight against mobile suits."

Andrew, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, stood in the desert, looking at these "supplies" from the Gibraltar base with an embarrassed look on his face.

"But there are also two mobile suits." Adjutant Dagos pointed to another transport plane that had just been opened.

In a transport plane not far away, two iron-gray mobile suits were quietly parked, waiting to start up.

The pilots of the two MSs had already stepped out of the transport plane and were obviously not used to the drought and wind in the desert.

"...I don't think they can compare to the Strike Gundam and the pilot of that Cub. After all, you've read the report, Dagoth," Andrew sighed. "But even if you dislike Cruze, please smile a little."

"After all, this is a rare 'support'."

In the sand blown up by the strong wind, Isaac and Diego, who were wearing driving suits, did not hear what Andrew said.

"Welcome... Welcome everyone to Lesseps." Andrew casually walked up to Isaac and Diego. "I'm Andrew Bartfield, the commander of the North African theater. Thank you for your hard work, my friends from Team Cruze, for coming down from space."

"Hello, Captain Andrew, I am Captain Cruze, Isaac Jule." Isaac, whose facial scar had just healed, suddenly raised his hand to salute and spoke in a very energetic voice.

"Uh...same one, Diego Elsman." Diego, who was standing next to me, was startled by Isaac and raised his hand as well.

Andrew looked at the hideous scar on Isaac's face and said nothing, but just returned the greeting.

"The scar on your face... is it meant to commemorate something?" Andrew said in a relaxed tone, trying to lighten the serious atmosphere. "Or do you want the scar to serve as a testimony to your oath?"

"...Instead of worrying about this, how is Long Legs doing?" Isaac reached out and touched the scar on his face, gritted his teeth, and there seemed to be a kind of anger in his eyes, but he quickly deflated.

"...About 180 kilometers southeast of here, in a guerrilla stronghold." Andrew narrowed his eyes and looked up at the two mobile suits that had just been unloaded from the transport plane. "There are drones observing the area."

"...A machine using the same system and frame?" Andrew smiled after observing it for a moment, then paused. "Sure enough, it's very similar to the Strike Gundam."

"I heard that Captain Bartfield has fought against Long Legs and the MS above?" Diego suddenly spoke, obviously very curious about this.

"Yeah... so I can't laugh at Team Cruze anymore." Andrew turned, looked at Izaak and Diego, and laughed. "Thinking back on it, that day was pretty brutal. We were pinned down by the Strike Gundam and Earth fighters, and then chased off by the newly appeared Cub..."

"...Cub?" Isaac's eyes turned fierce.

"Wait a minute, Isaac. According to the intelligence, weren't the cubs incinerated in the atmosphere? Aslan's battle footage proves that." Andrew stopped Isaac, who seemed about to storm off, and questioned Andri, "How could there be new cubs?"

"I don't know... That night, the young beasts descended from the sky and chased us all away." Andrew also saw Isaac's angry look and said with a smile. "Although the appearance and color have changed a bit, the eyes that look like they're wearing sunglasses still match the information."

"So, a new 'cub'?" Diego pondered, then expressed his guess. "Could it be a new pilot? The previous one burned to death in the atmosphere?"

"It's hard to say..." Andrew smiled and looked at the face of Storm Gundam.

Although the Storm Gundam whose head monitor was severely damaged has been urgently repaired, the color separation of the repaired part is still different from the original, and the traces of repair can be clearly seen.

"Maybe it's the same person?"

……

The Archangel's hatch closed and the engines began to warm up.

Rhodes put on his helmet and lowered his visor.

"...Keep going, Ross." Christina looked at Ross, who was already prepared, and opened her mouth, but in the end she only said this sentence.

"Well, don't worry." Ross gave Christina a thumbs-up outside the cabin. "I won't abandon you."

Christina nodded, unplugged the data cable, and walked aside.

The mobile walkway of the hangar took Christina away from Zesta's cockpit. The cockpit door slowly closed and locked before Christina's eyes.

"Everyone, we're about to move to the ruins of the Tarbadia factory to divert the Lesseps," Malu's voice boomed over the radio. "This is a dangerous trade, but I believe it's worth the risk."

Rhodes found a more comfortable position and calmly watched the various parameters displayed in the full-circle cockpit.

I don’t know how long it took, but Thor on the bridge looked at the image on the radar and suddenly exclaimed.

"A large number of enemy signals are appearing, but the interference is too great to be accurately detected. At one o'clock, there are two large heat sources, suspected to be enemy warships."

"We're about to enter the combat zone. Prepare for anti-air, anti-ship, and anti-MS combat." Mariu couldn't help but tighten his grip on the armrest, his eyes becoming serious. "Begin the attack!"

"Jestha, Strike Gundam, prepare to attack, Sky King, prepare to eject!" Bugilulu from the lower level issued the order.

As the hangar's transport mechanism moved, Zesta stepped onto the catapult.

"Huh... Ross Links, high-speed Jesta, attack!" Ross took a deep breath, gripped the joystick with both hands, and pushed the throttle.

The shields mounted on the left and right mechanical arms moved in front of Zesta, their custom shields positioned one on each side, mirror images. The high-mobility backpack's thrusters adjusted their angles, completing its warm-up.

As the electromagnetic catapult was activated, Zesta was quickly ejected outside.

After leaving the catapult deck, Ross felt the rapid descent of the aircraft. He stepped on the pedal, and the high-mobility backpack and the nozzles on Zesta's body were activated, and the aircraft flew towards the cluster of ZAFT helicopters.

"Cub?!" Looking at the machine in front of him that looked different but retained similar features, and had familiar weapons configurations on it, Isaac wanted to drive the machine out to attack immediately.

"Don't get excited, Izak. The Duel Gundam hasn't entered Earth Mode's combat radius yet." Andrew stopped Izak from flying the Duel Gundam. "If you attack now, you'll fall into their trap."

"Dagos, you take command of the Lesseps, and I'll take the Baku." Andrew walked towards the bridge door. "As for Izak and Diego, you guys should attack after the mobile suits enter the combat radius."

Ross on the Zesta wasn't quite sure that the Duel Gundam and Storm Gundam were there, but he felt that there were four familiar brainwaves on the Lesseps, one of which was quite excited.

The leading guerrillas were using the rocket launchers in their hands to attack the helicopter and Baku.

Zesta raised the electromagnetic bazooka and pulled the trigger.

Forged rockets flew out of the bazooka, exploding a deadly barrage in the sky and blowing the engulfed helicopter to pieces.

"That's right, forged rockets, the cub's usual weapon." Izak, who had already sat on the Duel Gundam, couldn't help but tighten his grip on the joystick.

"Cub... then let's meet him." Andrew got into his car: the Laco painted in orange and light yellow.

In the front seat of Andrew was his lover, Aisha Trien.

"You have to have something to show for your bold words, don't you think, Aisha?"

"That's right, Andy." Aisha sat in the front seat. "I'm also looking forward to his dreams and how high his wings can fly."

"If we want to see how high he can fly, he has to get past us first." Andrew laughed, and Aisha laughed too.

Elsa and Andrew were ready to die.

"Andrew Bartfield, Rako, attacks!"

As the machine leaped out of the deck, the tracks on its feet instantly accelerated and headed towards the Archangel and Zesta.

"Hmm?" Rhodes felt two familiar brain waves approaching him, and then he felt an electric shock on his forehead, and he subconsciously dodged to the side.

"I see... it's the Tiger." Rhodes casually fired the last forged rocket from the bazooka. The dense shrapnel hit a ZAUT, and the damaged ZAUT exploded on the ZAFT battleship.

One of the mechanical arms on the high-mobility backpack smoothly removed the magazine from the bazooka in Zesta's hand and replaced it with a new magazine of forged rockets.

"Hey, cub, let us test your quality." Andrew's voice came through Laco's speaker.

But Ross didn't reply. Instead, he stared at the UI of the full-circle cockpit in a daze.