Gundam, Gravity Elegy

Anyway, the answer will be revealed soon.

"The answer will be revealed once the main battleground in Western Europe... in France is over."

"But speaking of which, what is the main battlefield like?"

"...You don't even know this?"

"Because I only arrived on Earth half a month ago, and was assigned here along with the Hump."

The girl's pure and innocent gaze was somewhat dazzling to Top, and the overwhelming purity even made her feel a strange discomfort.

However, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile:

"I initially thought your assignment here was unfortunate, but now it seems... it should also be considered a blessing in disguise."

"Lucky?"

Of course, Sofia herself would never know what she had missed.

Having missed the Battle of Loum and the Earth Deployment Operation, the only crisis she experienced that she missed in these two bloodiest battles was probably when the Hump's main bridge was hit by a grenade last night.

Therefore, she would never know that feeling:

Amidst the chaos of gunfire and disrupted communications, no one could hear the cries for help. It was as if... the whole world had abandoned us, both sides!

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"Can you hear me? This is the 3rd Division headquarters. Pang Panhao, please respond!"

On the European battlefield, amidst the raging gunfire, communication vehicles equipped with large communication devices continuously broadcast calls.

However, the noisy channel failed to transmit the information for a long time.

"Damn it, the concentration of Minovsky particles is too high, we can't make contact at all!"

"What about the nearby air base?!"

"We still can't get in touch with them!"

"Damn it, weren't they supposed to have air support? Why haven't we received any yet..."

'Boom'

Suddenly, artillery fire rained down from the sky, blasting a deep crater right next to it, and the shockwave from the secondary explosion completely lifted the tank up.

"Could it be..."

Struggling to crawl out of the nearly destroyed tank, the soldier struggled to remove his headphones.

The moment he looked up, he saw three green shadows descending from the sky.

"It really is a Zeon Zaku..."

He almost instinctively wanted to speak, but the warm current lingering in his chest blurred his vision.

One more step...

His consciousness was clearly telling him that he was just one step away from the exploding tank, but he had already lost all his strength.

He lay quietly on the somewhat hot ground, feeling his consciousness gradually fading.

"Is it...dark?"

In his last moments of consciousness, he simply tilted his head back.

Although I couldn't see it clearly, it looked like the sun falling to the ground.

'Boom'

The sweeping, large-caliber beam cannons tore through the earth, and together with the Minovsky particles that scattered outwards, they ultimately formed the kind of large signal that could be constantly reflected on the map:

"A high concentration of Minovsky particles was detected in area A, and the main force of the 3rd Division lost all signals."

"High concentrations of Minovsky particle reactions were also detected in area D, suggesting that the 8th Division may have encountered resistance."

Inside the bridge of the Pangpan, the anxious voice of the communications officer echoed:

"And then there's Sector C... Due to the influence of the Minovsky particles, we can't contact the commander of Sector C at all."

"How is the air force support?"

"They were completely crushed in the first round."

"what?"

Facing Lieutenant General Bruce's oppressive gaze, the communications officer couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Air Force... Air Force Command responded that Zeon's carrier strike groups formed a tight defensive line, continuously scattering Minovsky particles in the air, while simultaneously using fighter formations to shoot down all of our first wave of air strikes."

"So, the aircraft carrier is used to compensate for the fighter jet's weakness of insufficient range..."

"Moreover, Zeon's large carrier strike groups are patrolling at high altitudes and carrying out bombing raids, so we can only fight them within visual range."

"But both the stun ray and the flying ray relied more on radar in their initial design..."

“That sounds like quite a problem, Bruce.”

Hearing the communications officer's voice, which seemed filled with despair, Lieutenant General Erlan, acting as a staff officer, simply shook his head as if it were none of his business.

"In fact, after the destruction of Air Force Base 13, which was supposed to directly harass the rear, your carefully constructed all-out battlefield was already on the verge of collapse."

He glanced at the map:

"The idea of ​​using the army to delay Zeon's advance and then using the air force to deliver precision strikes is indeed good, but unfortunately, the enemy has already figured it out."

"Whose responsibility do you think this is, Erlan!"

"I do not know."

Faced with Bruce's almost murderous gaze, Lieutenant General Erlan simply straightened his clothes:

"It can't be me, the 'intelligence officer' who did my best to save General Reibir, devoted myself to the Federation Army, and even almost lost all of my special forces, can it?"

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I forgot to post the pictures yesterday. The size of the large tray varies in different works, and there are some issues with the anime, including Gravity Front.

The later-developed 'Mini Tray' class small land battleships were able to carry squad-level mobile suits, which just goes to show that the animation in the early anime, which showed them to be almost as tall as mobile suits, was indeed problematic.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Reinforcements

Gabro Headquarters – Intelligence Officer Erlan.

His name may not have been well-known on the front lines, but it was already being passed down among high-ranking federal officials.

It is said that General Reibir was able to escape directly from Side 3 and the heart of the Principality of Zeon through his machinations. His special forces, which were active behind enemy lines, almost suffered total annihilation in order to bring him back to Luna II and declare war on Zeon to the world.

Logically speaking, such a person should be a staunch advocate of war, like Brigadier General Rodri Cunningham, who fought and died in the Battle of Loom. While not necessarily a bloodthirsty and belligerent person, he should certainly be a hardliner.

However, it can only be said that reality is completely different from imagination...

"If I remember correctly, you have always been an upright person, which is why you took on the European protection matter without hesitation. But unfortunately, the Federation does not need your head-on approach now."

"But hasn't Rebil been planning a counterattack all along?"

"Hmm, but does his idea necessarily reflect the Federation's idea?"

Those unexpected words exploded in Bruce's ears.

"The first Commander-in-Chief of the Federation Forces transcended the boundaries between the Space Force and Earth's army, navy, and air force, integrating the military into his own hands. But ultimately, this responsibility was bestowed upon him by the Federation, wasn't it?"

The sound wasn't loud; in fact, only the two officers at the desk in the entire spacious bridge could hear it.

That's the most crucial word:

"General, you're getting on in years and still holding this position, you should know that, right? Now, what should we say?"

Looking at that smiling face, Bruce simply clutched his chest; the weight of the almost faded medal made it difficult for him to hold on.

"Don't forget, Zeon also possesses super-large weapons capable of tearing your entire frontline force to shreds."

In this era of strategic collapse and the inability to contact the war zones, such words seem easy to utter.

Just like they had said it countless times before, just like the Federation Army had long since become accustomed to it.

All I need is that command...

"withdraw……"

However, this was clearly a counterattack plan that he had been preparing all along.

Normally, it should have been successful. If the Federation were united... no, even without unity, given the current situation, as long as they could find a way to break the blockade, they could reverse the situation.

But do I still have enough qualifications to gamble now?

Is the remaining air force able to break through Zeon's barrier from the outside?

Or are we hoping for a mobile force capable of breaking through the blockade?

“I suggest you make a decision quickly. Minovsky particles have now spread throughout the front lines. The only way to communicate with them is to send ‘Dragonflies.’ And with the Zaku’s siege, we don’t know how many of them will survive.”

Erlan yawned like that:

"Anyway, there will be other opportunities in the future. It's just a matter of replicating the war stories of the old century. After all, de Gaulle eventually returned to Paris, didn't he?"

'Drip drip'

'Drip drip'

But shortly after Erlan's soft voice faded, a brief notification echoed through the bridge.

After a long silence, the communications officer cautiously turned his head:

“Lieutenant General, this information does not belong to our European Army; it was relayed from Rouen.”

During that tentative inquiry, General Bruce raised his head:

"What about the content?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse, like a volcano about to erupt.

Faced with the impending rage, the communications officer couldn't help but shift his gaze and fix it entirely on the large screen in front of him:

"Reporting to European Front Command, our team has detected that Zeon is heading to the front lines with a large particle strategic weapon. After careful consideration, we have decided to provide support to the front lines. Please provide combat instructions—Captain Cuvatro Bagina, 4th Squad, Joint Armed Experimental Force."

Upon hearing this, Bruce's previously dull eyes suddenly brightened.

Like a long-drowsy person surfacing, his heavy breathing even echoed within the bridge.

Then, he looked at Erlan, staring at the unconscious furrow in Erlan's brow:

It seems that even my old bones are still under God's protection.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face, which already showed a fiery temper:

"Joint Armed Experiment... commonly known as the G4 unit, that should be the team that is testing our army's new weapons, right? If I remember correctly, that squad has that thing."

The Federation's latest weapon, a war machine that has returned to visible warfare, yet has emerged due to the ever-evolving field of materials science!

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"Gundam--"

Sitting in the cockpit, Gao Ren simply pulled the control lever slowly, and the screen displayed a gloomy sky.

The mobile suits on the ground and the fighter jets in the sky were all clearly visible.

But the moment he pulled the trigger, the thin beam of particles failed to keep up with the plane's movement.

"Ammo remaining is 0, simulation terminated."

Then, the image completely fades away, leaving only the real-time generated view of the hangar.

"Zeon fighters fly at Mach 5, so it's still a bit of a stretch to carry out precision strikes against them."

"No, in actual combat, it's a completely different story..."

It wasn't that he was making excuses for himself; it was just that he genuinely felt he couldn't find that feeling in simple simulation training.

And this is actually the smallest problem.

"Zeon's flight ramp... is there still some problem with that 'bomber'?"