Gundam, Gravity Elegy

"What's wrong?"

"It seems... I can't get in touch with them?"

"Impossible, they should maintain a relatively normal particle concentration."

Marlett instinctively retorted:

"His machine is a captain's unit, specially enhanced with improved communication capabilities—"

'boom'

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed through the bridge, causing everyone to change color:

"This is Team Frio."

"Frio, you should lead your team to evacuate immediately. Federation support forces are already on their way."

"but……"

'Zzzzzzz'

Amidst the commotion, the young pilot's voice also became hoarse:

"We have encountered enemy forces...we have been attacked by the enemy and are unable to disengage. We request...urgent support!"

Chapter 102: The Severed Tail

"Requesting...support."

"Attack—"

Inside the bridge of Zanzibar, the chaotic, noisy, yet incredibly clear sounds echoed.

Like a tsunami surging from the silence, it swept away everyone's consciousness and finally ignited the unease deep in a certain man's heart.

"Impossible! They only started their operation 10 minutes ago. Even if they were to land on the moon from space, they would need time to adjust!"

As a veteran of the Gion and the Muzo Republic, Andrei participated in the complete old-style training.

Before the Zabi family gradually seized power and engaged in a full-blown war with the Federation forces, he had been involved in similar conflicts—for example, the resource base on the moon.

At that time, the Republic of Muzo had its resource channels cut off by the Federation because it declared independence and established an army. As an industrial satellite constellation, Side 3 urgently needed a fixed resource extraction point.

At the time, he was just a junior officer, and he attacked the Union Army's lunar resource base under the call and rallying of Dejin Zabi, who was still the leader of the army at the time.

Even now, he can still remember the whole process from that time.

"Armored units conducting high-altitude strikes need to coordinate with ground-based airborne troops to bomb fixed locations, followed by airdropped assaults—"

As these textbook-level maneuvers came to mind, Captain Andrei felt his brain tremble:

"Even without the influence of Minovsky particles, it took at least five minutes at that time. Earth's environment is far more complex than the universe. How could the Federation launch a counterattack so quickly—"

"No, it's possible."

Before Andrei could finish speaking, Malet interrupted him with his gloomy voice.

There are some things that a 'regular soldier' ​​like him could never understand in his entire life, but Marette is different.

"We only need to omit the communication steps; the concentration region of Minovsky particles itself is the largest beacon!"

"But shouldn't their own Federation troops still be present in the combat zone...?"

However, this is a question that probably no one can answer; only the voice representing reality echoes:

"Bombing—the enemy is directly launching a large-scale bombing attack on our troops!"

"boom"

'boom'

The roar of the bomb seemed to resound directly in my ears.

"They dropped thermobaric weapons directly on the battlefield—"

…………

'boom'

On the front lines in Damascus, large bombs rained down from the sky.

The black shells were shattered in an instant. The Zaku's sensors could clearly depict the spreading substance and alert it, but it was of no use now.

Just as they mocked their tactics of using urban ruins as cover, the aerosols, spreading outwards and fully mixing with the air, have become ubiquitous.

finally……

'boom'

Once a certain concentration is reached, the 'dense fog' that is visible to the naked eye is directly detonated.

The explosive flames came along with the impact, an impact that seemed to be unable to be completely blocked even by the most prized ultra-high tensile steel.

"team leader!"

"Captain Frio!!"

That desperate roar echoed through the communications, and Frio could even clearly see their helpless figures trembling in the firelight.

The desert Zaku with its leg structure blown off, the Zaku tank that was directly blown to pieces, and even the turret escape pods that detached from the Majera tank.

They not only had nowhere to go, but even their time to express their demands was completely swallowed up.

'boom'

As it approached from afar, it seemed as if something had landed right beside him.

When Frio looked up, he saw a twin-barreled turret standing straight in the desert—this was not a Zeon design; even the Zeons were very familiar with that standard twin-barreled turret.

"...Type 61?"

Then, something else landed at the feet of the High Mobility Zaku.

Despite still desperately trying to avoid it, the dark and wide 'raindrops' that were already hitting him completely crushed the young pilot's spirit.

'boom'

The explosive impact caused the highly mobile Zaku to fall helplessly to the ground.

At this moment, Frio really wanted to say something, but his turbulent thoughts overwhelmed his ability to speak.

"Haidou... Major Xia."

Comrades and captains, those faces that should have been trustworthy, emerged one by one in the thick fog that was visible to the naked eye.

But at the last moment, what he thought of was that stern, unsmiling old face, like that of a rigid soldier:

"Father--"

Immediately afterwards, a cluster of firelight emerged from the 'mist':

"Sorry……"

…………

'Zzzzzzzzzzz'

Suddenly, the communication was cut off.

There was no time for further conversation; only silence echoed across the bridge of Zanzibar.

Right in the center, Major Andrei, the captain, simply stood there with his mouth agape.

“F...Frio”.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and his body instinctively bumped into the strategic map table in the center.

"Rescue..."

"Federation, Duchy..."

He wanted to say something, but the young man's face seemed to appear before his eyes:

"Father is a true soldier, so I will definitely fulfill the mission entrusted to me by the Duchy, just like you!"

"Gu..."

Captain Andrei suddenly covered his mouth, seemingly wanting to vomit.

His professional duty as a soldier compelled him to maintain his composure and solemnity, but his overheated mind seemed unable to keep up.

That's it... over?

A soldier from the principality, a young pilot.

“My…Frio.”

In a fit of intense dizziness, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and his completely out-of-control body involuntarily collapsed to the ground.

In his final moments, all he could see was that face, both crazed and strangely calm:

"I admit that I misjudged the Federation's strategy, but if you want to hate me, then let this battle end."

"Major Sangrin—"

Meeting those aged eyes that were involuntarily overflowing with tears, Malet Sangrin simply glanced around:

"Char Aznabul is not here, and Captain Andrei is unwell, so I'll be taking command of the 'Zanzibar' now. Is that alright?"

Of course, the special nature of the Assault Mobile Force and the status of MS pilots within the Principality meant that ordinary bridge personnel had no right to respond.

His words seemed more like a consultation with others—other pilots!

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"Of course we acted according to the original plan; the situation itself was not fundamentally different."

Meeting Marlene's gaze, Malet simply turned to face the others:

"Notify the ground troops that can still be contacted to abandon all current tactics and launch a full-scale attack on the main force on the African front."

'boom'

He slammed his fist on the conference table:

"They want to force us into a direct confrontation. I'd like to see if they can withstand a direct attack from Zanzibar!"

Author's message

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The same way of dying as in the original work ( )

Chapter 103: Forced Charge

'Boom'

Amidst the raging gunfire, a Type D Zaku with additional jet engines mounted on its legs simply sped forward against the barrage of fire.

Amidst the scorching heat, dust storms swept across the land, and the optical systems of those old-fashioned tanks instantly vanished.

"Oh no, I can't see clearly!"

"Then let's pinpoint the heat source—"

Inside the Type 61 tank, the gunner instantly turned to a heat source, and the twin-mounted smoothbore gun roared to life.

However, after the heat source inside the sensor dissipated, the gunner did not feel any joy.

"No explosion..."

At this very moment, as the deepest fear erupted along with the smoke and dust, the sensors still detected the steel giant in the blind spot of the artillery.

'Bang'

With a flash of its crimson single eye, the versatile Zaku rocket launcher that had been set up opened fire.

'boom'

The 280mm shells exploded directly on the tank, and the old-fashioned technology and design could not stop them. Only the traditional fuel tank and ammunition magazine caused a second round of secondary explosions.

"Very good, the breach has been opened!"