Gundam UC Hunting Time

The missile struck with a deafening roar, the force of the explosion propelling the Zaku forward. The pilot's body shuddered violently, his head spinning. When he finally regained consciousness, he saw a Zaku battle axe rapidly growing larger on the screen in front of him.

"what……"

Amidst screams, the battle axe slashed into the Zaku's body, invaded the cockpit, and the intensely hot blade vaporized the pilot, destroying the cockpit before finally stopping.

"call……"

In the Swordfish's cockpit, Jung let out a long breath, slumping back in his seat, his body drenched in cold sweat. He stared intently at the yellow-green Zani, his eyes filled with intense longing.

I want to master that!

"Swordfish is calling Zani, Lieutenant Lin, is that you?"

The Swordfish pilot sent a communication to the yellow-green Zani, his tone barely concealing his excitement. They had all witnessed Zani's modifications, and never expected Lin Xingyuan to come to their aid.

"It's me, thank you for your hard work."

"We are the ones who are thankful."

"I thought I was going to die this time."

"Did you come from Luna 2? How did you do that!?"

"Use a large, temporarily modified thruster."

After briefly explaining the process, Lin Xingyuan reported the battle situation to the Columbus-class. The Columbus-class, which had narrowly escaped disaster, was overjoyed. It immediately slowed down, turned back, and recovered the wreckage of three Swordfish and two Zaku. Upon hearing that Musai was also severely damaged and unable to fly, it immediately flew over to capture it—a huge achievement given the Space Force's recent crushing defeat!

however--

After replenishing his ammunition, Lin Xingyuan piloted the Zani into action and located the Musai. He found the Musai exploding and burning, and behind it, a large shuttle-like object had already moved away.

"What the hell!? Self-destruction!?"

[Haha! It's little Musai!]

They were still trying to capture prisoners! They've escaped!

[Shedding its skin like a cicada!]

Lin Xingyuan slapped his forehead and remembered that the bow of the Musai-class cruiser was equipped with a small boat that could carry two mobile suits at the same time. It was generally used as a high-speed communication boat and was also responsible for transporting troops and equipment to land in areas where the enemy's defenses were weak. Char Aznable had used it when he was chasing Trojan Horse.

He had just focused on dealing with Musai's firepower and thrusters, and forgot about this thing.

He was deeply disappointed that his mission had failed at the last moment. However, saving the Columbus-class aircraft carrier was a successful completion of his mission, so after a quick cleanup of the battlefield, he pushed the wreckage of the Captain Zaku back to the Columbus-class. As soon as he stepped out of the aircraft, he was given a hero's welcome. Everyone was smiling, cheers echoed throughout the hangar, and several female crew members showered him with kisses. While he was still dazed, he was lifted high into the air by the others.

“ACE! ACE! ACE…”

Damn, I'm so envious!

[Girls in military uniforms and such...]

I saw someone slip me a note!

What? Is there an R-rated program tonight?

We want to see R-rated content!

Shouldn't we be focusing on him becoming an ACE?

At the same time, GM sent a new message.

[Congratulations to the player for achieving 7 battle results, becoming a true ACE, with a battle rating of C+, and receiving two card draws and 900 experience points as a reward; the reputation system is now online, with a reputation level of D.]

A new storm is coming. Can you survive?

Author's message

……

I thought the original version of Msa's anti-air defense was too over the top, so I added it.

Just take it this way, lol.

Chapter Seventeen: The Admiral's Decision (Confused)

At the end of January 0079, the Federation Forces achieved their first victory using captured and modified mobile suits. At the same time, Rebil escaped with the help of Federation Forces agents and arrived at Luna 2 in a shuttle.

"Huh? That's a—MS!?"

Through the shuttle window, Rebil's expression froze as he saw the yellowish-green Zaku fly by. The bandaged wound on his head began to throb again. His entourage quickly looked out the window, asked a question, and soon gave an answer.

"That's a mobile suit modified from Zeon mobile suits salvaged and captured by Luna 2. Its name is Zani."

"Salvage and seizure?"

"Yes, we have already acquired several units and have a comprehensive understanding of the technology of this machine. Major Huaken specifically sent them out, probably knowing that you would be very happy to see it."

"Really? That's really gratifying. Hua Ken did a great job."

Gazing at the yellow-green mobile suit, Rebil's conviction grew even stronger.

"This war is far from over!"

On the other side of the gaze—

Lin Xingyuan was puzzled when he suddenly received the order to deploy before even entering the port, until he saw the approaching shuttle.

"That's... Rebil?"

The camera captured an image from the shuttle window, and the bearded old man with a bandage wrapped around his head was none other than Rebil, who had escaped from Zeon.

[Wow! The old man is back!]

Are you about to give an important speech?

The moment to witness history is approaching.

Come closer!

[Quickly find a way to latch onto a powerful figure! I want to pilot a Gundam!]

The barrage of comments immediately erupted, urging Lin Xingyuan to get closer. However, before the surprised Lin Xingyuan could respond, Major Hua Ken's voice suddenly came through the communication channel.

"Lieutenant, you didn't see anything, understand?"

He was warning Lin Xingyuan, but after clearly hearing Lin Xingyuan reply "I understand," he changed to a praising tone.

"Very well, then let the commander see the posture of our ace."

"As ordered."

Lin Xingyuan shrugged, then turned the control stick and maneuvered Zani to approach the shuttle, driving alongside it until the shuttle entered the VIP passage of the port. Only then did he turn to the maintenance hangar. After landing, he was greeted by another wave of enthusiastic welcome, but everyone's attention was quickly drawn to an even bigger hot topic!

"The Federation and Zeon are about to conclude a treaty!"

When Lin Xing arrived at the pilots' club, everyone was talking about it.

The club's screens displayed the situation at the Antarctic venue. Amidst the snow-covered landscape, high-ranking officials from both the Federation and Zeon disembarked from their planes and shook hands under the flashing lights. Judging from their expressions, Zeon appeared arrogant, while the Federation seemed somewhat resentful but dared not speak out. The lack of news regarding the secret operation to rescue Reibir, along with the threat of renewed war, had further eroded the Federation's confidence. Consequently, the tone of the television reporters was weak and conciliatory.

"This is bad..."

The pilots whispered amongst themselves, their brows furrowed—judging from the news footage, the terms of this treaty were certainly detrimental to the Federation forces. Many looked worried, but some, believing the war was nearing its end, showed signs of relief.

"Isn't this our new ace?" Frank said sarcastically as soon as he saw Lin Xingyuan enter. "See? It seems that your claim that 'Zeon has run out of soldiers' isn't true."

Lin Xingyuan looked him up and down and could tell at a glance that the man was terrified and his self-esteem was shattered. He was completely incapable of going to the battlefield, so he deliberately showed a look of surprise.

Are you still there?

"What do you mean!?"

Frank's angry question, though seemingly fierce, was punctuated by a sudden slam of his glass on the table, drawing a disapproving look from the bartender.

Lin Xingyuan sat down at the invitation of Tachibana Shin's wife and Baninger, and replied with a 'concerned' but irrelevant expression: "Oh, right, war is not for cowards. I thought some people had already applied to clean toilets."

The crowd burst into laughter, especially Baninger and his group who laughed the loudest.

"That's absolutely right!"

"Get out of here, you coward!"

Anyone who didn't have the guts to join the suicide squad was equally despised by them.

"You..." Frank was speechless again, but someone next to him whispered something.

"But... no matter how you look at it... the Federation doesn't seem to have the confidence to continue the fight..."

"Four hundred dollars! I'll bet you! I bet the war will end!"

At this moment, the screen switched back to the Zeon side—they had specially filmed a promotional video, showing a densely packed steel fleet and countless Cyclopes, which perfectly demonstrated their powerful military strength, as if they would launch another attack immediately as long as the Federation did not admit defeat.

Standing atop the Federation's last stronghold in space, everyone here was well aware of the Federation's current fighting strength. Even if Lin Xingyuan and his team had recently achieved some minor victories, they couldn't change the overall situation. So, no matter how you looked at it, the Federation had lost this battle.

Frank confidently pulled out all the money he had on him and slammed it on the table. The others immediately waited to see Lin Xingyuan's reaction.

"Alright, I bet the war won't end. If I lose, I'll treat everyone here to a good drink tonight."

Lin Xingyuan shrugged. Gambling was a characteristic of the Federal Army; even the lounge had slot machines. It was inevitable to try it. (After all, it was modeled after the US military.)

"Witt, give me a glass of orange juice."

Ignoring the idiot who was destined to lose, he asked the bartender for a glass of orange juice, prompting Baninger and the others to complain.

"Didn't we say we'd drink to our hearts' content?"

"Exactly, with such confidence, shouldn't we savor the joy of victory at a time like this?"

"Sorry, I don't like it because alcohol damages brain cells. Listen up, my friend, if you want to survive to the end in this war, you must quit drinking."

[Sousuke Sagara: That's my line!]

[Tessa seems to have said something similar.]

[That guy Saga doesn't even like Tessa, that's outrageous!]

It doesn't matter, Tessa is my wife.

[GM, please organize a giveaway to create Tessa! It's too pitiful otherwise!]

While some viewers were making outrageous comments in the live chat, others were speechless upon hearing them.

"It's not...you..."

"That's so boring."

Lin Xingyuan: "And we also need to prepare the machine later."

"Do you really think the war won't end?"

Tachibana nudged Lin Xingyuan with her shoulder. As they spoke, the bartender pushed the orange juice towards Lin Xingyuan, winked at him, and gave him a flirtatious look.

“Dedicated to our unique ACE,” she said, casually hooking her hand around Lin Xingyuan’s palm.

"Thank you."

Lin Xingyuan smiled politely, accepted the orange juice, and everyone's attention turned to the big screen again. Baninger crossed his arms and said...

"A ceasefire now would be most advantageous for the Zeon army no matter how you look at it."

Lin Xingyuan: "If Hitler had known when to stop, Europe would all be speaking German, including Zeon. After all, that Kiran was Hitler's lapdog."

[That's right, the peace talks are just wishful thinking on Prince Dejin's part; both Kilian and Kycilia want the fighting to continue.]

[That's normal. Zeon has been preparing for this war for so long, and its economy and social structure are highly dependent on war mobilization. Stopping expansion could very well lead to internal collapse. Moreover, they have killed so many people, which has already aroused public outrage. If they cannot completely destroy the Federation, they will have no way to peacefully digest the fruits of victory.]

[The Japanese are the same; the higher-ups take all the profits, while the lower-ups are still starving. How can they continue looting if there's a ceasefire?]

[Ah! A Northern Song Dynasty teapot has been discovered!]

"...Now, historic peace negotiations are about to begin here,"

The large screen switched back to the international joint testing city beneath the Antarctic dome. Zeon Lieutenant General Macbeth, leading his entourage, entered the venue. He was thin, pale, and had a pair of cold, brooding eyes beneath a head of flamboyant curly hair, ignoring the media's flashing lights and questions. At the same time, General Gup, representing the Federation Forces, arrived. Hands behind his back, eyes squinting, he looked like a kind old man, or perhaps a well-fed groundhog.

[Oh! 369, the master!]

[The Federation's Plywood General!]

Gabro's Gophers

This man is a true political shrewdness; so many people have been fooled by his seemingly harmless appearance.