Gundam, Gravity Elegy

"And this guy is now rampaging through my position with an electromagnetic cannon and machine gun, carrying missiles. His thick armor is so tough that even a thermal axe can't cut through it, and it even scratched off the black paint of that 'lion'."

"Then let me tell you now, I encountered that lion-striped 'Ifrit' here?"

At that moment, a suffocating silence echoed through the communication channel:

Where do you think the remaining 'unicorn lion' will be?

There was no response, but they all made the same choice:

'boom'

Two identical signal flares exploded in the night sky, so bright that even the central command at McCarran base could see them clearly.

"It's actually Zeon's retreat signal?!"

"That's inevitable. The Lion Awakening Squad is the only team in the Federation so far where everyone has the ability to fight independently. It is said that a squad of just three machines can maintain a battle line."

Lieutenant Colonel Batmland began, gazing at the scattered signal lights outside the window, he involuntarily closed his eyes:

"Kuvatro Bagina, the 'Avenger' who comes from the intelligence department, has been through many life-and-death situations, and knows Zeon inside and out;"

"Sherly Page, the only graduate of the RX Pilot Program, a 'sports champion' who had combat experience back when Guncannons were still called 'Mobile Battle Tanks' and even participated in the Battle of Loum."

Then, he opened his eyes, and as the shield was picked up, his gaze naturally fell upon the dark silhouette.

Even in the darkness, the seemingly unique unicorn crest on his shoulder was incredibly conspicuous:

"Gao Ren - He shone brightly in the Battle of Rouen. In his debut battle, he defeated the Zeon ace 441st Squadron and crushed the nightmare of Europe, the White Cannibal. He turned the tide in a crisis, single-handedly shooting down two Zeon aircraft carriers and destroying Zeon's super-large strategic weapon. In just one battle, he had already left an indelible mark on Zeon's eyes."

At this point, the lieutenant colonel smiled, seemingly pleased with himself:

"That's what they even call him on Zeon's side..."

"A black monster..."

At this very moment, the last remaining Cyclops, wielding a machine gun, was letting out a mournful roar that was difficult for the enemy to detect.

"Monster!!!"

Bullets spit out flames, but the machine, holding up its shield, charged forward, taking the brunt of the live ammunition.

'boom'

'boom'

Without even drawing his saber, he used the grappling hook shield to deliver a double slam to the cockpit, denting it.

Then they did the same thing again, knocking down the second Zaku.

"Of course, as a comrade-in-arms, no one is more suitable than him, so our Federation calls him that—the Black Angel, the Lion of the Earth, the Banshee's..."

"elegy."

At that moment, the communication was reconnected:

"This is the Lion Dance Squad. The enemy has been completely defeated. Please receive supplies from McCarran Base."

In the darkness, those scarlet 'eyes' should have been terrifying.

But the young voice, still not yet puberty, made the finance officer blush:

"So young..."

Chapter Two: Supporting McCullen

Resource replenishment.

Normally, this mission shouldn't have fallen to a fully armed special forces unit, but the problem is that the location of McCarran base is indeed rather awkward.

In order to seize spaceports (space launch centers) to the greatest extent possible and sever the connection between Earth and space, Zeon's North American forces did not choose to station troops directly in various locations. Instead, under the orders of Garma Zabi, they concentrated their forces in the center, with the California base and Kennedy Space Center as the core, in order to cut off the connection between Gabro and the North American base to the greatest extent possible.

In addition, with the Zeon army still fighting in Canada, some federal army bases, including McCarran, have been left in an awkward situation, almost in the middle of nowhere, even though they have not been captured.

As a large base deep behind enemy lines, this saying even circulated here:

"Is a drop of oil equal to a drop of blood, or a gear equal to a gemstone...?"

This wasn't even something passed down by word of mouth; it was openly displayed on signs in the logistics department.

"It looks like you're working really hard."

Staring at the sign, Shirley couldn't help but sigh:

"Not only is logistics a problem, but there is also the pressure of the entire industrial sector in California. Honestly, even with MS, life must be very difficult."

"But from another perspective, it is precisely because its geographical location is so important that it was approved by the Federal Army to receive such a large-scale support."

Along with that carefree and relaxed atmosphere, the sky was filled with the roar of engines.

A tan-colored, sharp iron bird, looking as if it had just finished a workout, descended from the sky with a supply formation consisting of several Media-class transport planes, landing on a large flat area in the center of the McCarran base.

Watching this scene, Cuvatro couldn't help but push up his sunglasses:

"Then, once all the materials and construction are in place, this place will become the most important base behind enemy lines, not only possessing sufficient conventional military force to defend itself, but also providing vital logistical support for guerrilla forces behind enemy lines."

"So, why are you still here?"

"what?"

Then, Kuvatrona's hand, which was pushing up his sunglasses, stiffened.

At this moment, even the sunglasses themselves reflected an extremely gloomy face:

"If I remember correctly, you're the captain, right?"

"what……"

"Shouldn't you, as an adult, be in charge of foreign affairs negotiations? Why are you here?"

"Because I think that child should be able to handle it on their own?"

Meeting Shirley's murderous gaze, Kuvatro's voice grew even softer.

At this moment, even his heart, honed through countless trials in the intelligence department, seemed utterly useless; the captain of the Lion Claw Squad turned and ran.

"I'll go right away!"

Watching that flamboyant running figure disappear into the distance, Shirley's expression seemed to soften slightly, though her brows still furrowed involuntarily.

"So why was this guy made captain? This guy..."

"Oh, Russian shrew."

"?!"

From afar, although the voice was very soft, it reached her ears clearly.

"Tsk, this guy..."

…………

"In short, this is the list of supplies for this mission. In addition to the basic components of armored vehicles and tanks, there are some other important equipment."

Of course, regardless of what Sherry and Kuvatro thought, for Gao Ren, it was actually just a matter of convenience.

The handover of supplies was not difficult. For him, it was just a matter of handing over the list, summarizing the contents, and letting the logistics staff check the rest themselves.

However, there is a small problem here:

"Speaking of which, who are you... Captain?"

Gao Ren glanced at the rank insignia on the woman's collar and frowned imperceptibly.

"Colonel Lowell is still dealing with things in Gabro. You're not the commander of this base, are you?"

"Yes, I am Elena Morvin, the logistics and financial accountant for this base."

For some reason, this woman named Elena didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

Gao Ren even noticed that she kept staring at his face, then started sighing, revealing a strange sadness.

"You look way too young..."

"...You're not the first person to say that."

However, it's not a big deal.

"In short, I need to personally inform the acting commander of this base about some things."

Then, Miss Elena's expression suddenly turned strange.

Even disregarding her grief, she simply wore an expression that could only be described as bizarre.

At this moment, she even recalled what had happened more than an hour ago:

"Lieutenant Colonel, the pilots of the Lion Dance Squad have disembarked from the Gundam. What do we do?"

"First, help me up, my legs are weak."

"what?!"

Well, how should I put it?

As a financial accountant, Miss Elena didn't know what kind of expression to wear.

"Lieutenant Colonel Batmran is currently..."

"What are you doing?"

"Change your pants."

"what?"

"Ah-"

Before Gao Ren could think too much about what that meant, the door to the reception room, which originally belonged to the command center, was pushed open amidst a loud shout.

Then he saw a man walk in quickly:

"Lieutenant Gao Ren, I've heard so much about you! Hahahaha—"

"Lieutenant Colonel Batmran?"

"Ok?"

Why make such a loud noise?

"Uh--"

The lieutenant colonel was momentarily speechless, taken aback by the simple question.

At that moment, his senses were heightened to an extreme, and he could even feel the boy's gaze lingering on his pants.

"Never mind, you can have this."

After verifying the other person's face, he finally pulled a USB drive out of his pocket:

"Does this contain the new MS data and modification plans?"

"MS?"

"Yes, considering the feedback from real-world combat in various regions, the feedback from the first batch of 'Jim's' offline combat was completely different from the test results. And this is where the modification plan is made based on the combat data from the past two weeks."

"I see, but I'm afraid our resources here can't support large-scale repairs..."

"The equipment and materials are on the transport plane."

Before the lieutenant colonel could finish speaking, Gao Ren's words completely dispelled his doubts:

"With the approval of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the Federation will develop the McCarran base into a large supply base, so a large factory will be built here. We hope you can provide logistical support for other smaller bases and guerrilla forces."

"But our location is geographically sensitive, and Zeon probably won't give it up so easily."

“I know, that’s why there are still those things…”

"boom"

Before Gao Ren could finish speaking, a strong voice of excitement rang out:

"Lieutenant Colonel! Lieutenant Colonel! I've seen something incredible!!"

With a series of frantic noises, a woman covered in engine oil but unusually excited burst into the command post, her impetuous manner causing Lieutenant Colonel Bartmran to clutch his head in disbelief.

"Director Koruka, if you may, please knock on the door..."