Gundam UC Hunting Time

Lin Xingyuan's three soul-searching questions plunged Joni into an icy abyss. Those were billions of lives, and the heavy sense of guilt made him want nothing more than to excuse himself.

"...It wasn't me!"

He did not launch nuclear missiles at the colony.

"But there was no objection."

"That's not it at all! This is to weaken the military industrial capacity of the federal government, just like bombing cities during past world wars. We Zeon are too weak, and we have no choice but to do this in order to win! This is for the greater good! It's a sacrifice we have to make!"

The newbie on the other side was clearly heavily brainwashed. Upon hearing this, he immediately used the content from the textbook to refute the statement, appearing to be speaking out for justice.

The live chat exploded immediately.

[MD, you idiot! What nonsense are you spouting?]

Can the universe be compared to Earth? Whether it's a nuclear bomb or poison gas, inside that tiny container, there's nowhere to run.

[It's clearly the Zeon-based spacefaring corporations that want to expand but are afraid they can't handle the workload, so they resort to physical destruction. If they really want to cripple the Federation government's productivity, why not just occupy it directly? Is there any place easier to occupy and manage than a colony?]

[The one above, while Gihren is extreme, isn't stupid. If they really did that, Zeon would become the defensive side. They don't have much military strength to begin with, so rather than... right?]

[The Three Lights of the Universe?]

[In fact, Deikun's path was the correct one, but it was led astray by the Nazi father and son, Deikun and Gihren. As a result, a series of situations detrimental to the space dwellers were caused by Zeon or Zeon remnants. Operation Britannia directly turned the space dwellers into a discriminated group. Later, Operation Stardust directly promoted the establishment of the Titans, which simply did not treat the space dwellers as human beings. In the end, the poison of a small group of extremists harmed other innocent space dwellers.]

Johnny remained silent. As the distance increased and the interference intensified, Lin Xingyuan realized they couldn't continue and launched a vicious attack: "Johnny Raiden, what are you fighting for? The medals you've earned? Gihren's orders? Or—is it truly for the independence and autonomy of the space inhabitants?"

"Click—"

Communication was lost, and Muse, who had contained the Zaku, fired a beam of light and turned to leave.

"I hope my words touch your soul, otherwise..."

Lin Xingyuan insisted on finishing what he wanted to say, then maneuvered the machine around and found that his teammates were all stunned and speechless.

"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go back."

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Chapter 49 The Cultivation of an Ace Pilot, and the Art and Rhythm

In the Luna 2 space domain, 290 kilometers away, lurking in the Mse—

"Major, are we not going to take action?"

The large screen displayed a scene in the distance. The captain turned to Char Aznable, who was standing to the side, and asked him what expression was on his face behind his mask.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't attacking the shuttle a bit too despicable?"

Char Aznable, arms crossed and chin in hand, asked in surprise upon hearing this.

"what?"

The captain was stunned, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

“What if there are civilians or wounded soldiers inside—right? I don’t want to be court-martialed after the war.”

Char's words sounded very serious, but the captain still didn't understand.

Call it despicable or whatever, isn't that what war is all about? And—

"Isn't our target the Federation's mobile suits? Moving out now would allow us to join forces with those guys from the Mobile Assault Force—"

"If it were me, I wouldn't be grateful if an ally helped me in an awkward situation; I would just complain."

"what?"

The captain was even more confused, Char Aznable explained earnestly.

"That's a soldier's pride."

"But the mission—"

Xia interrupted him, somewhat displeased.

"It is impossible to win a battle without preparation—we will be in an awkward position if our allies do not agree to join forces."

"Is that right?"

"Of course, we need to focus on the possibility of success. To do this, we need to plan and prepare in advance. That's the secret to victory, understand?"

"Oh."

The captain seemed convinced, and at that moment, the observer reported loudly again.

"Four enemy Republic-class destroyers have turned around! They've joined up with MS units!"

The large screen displayed images captured by the observation system at maximum magnification, with each of the four Republic-class ships equipped with a mobile suit. The captain looked surprised, while Char laughed.

"Look, the enemy has mounts. What an interesting tactic—wait, huh?"

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly stopped, his eyes behind the mask widening in surprise.

"As expected of the Red Comet, you were truly prescient."

The captain turned to compliment Xia, then, seeing him stunned, asked somewhat strangely.

"Major, what's wrong?"

"...It's nothing, I probably just misread it."

Char was a little unsure—just now on the screen, the black Zani seemed to have glanced in their direction.

"?"

The captain and the crew around him looked at each other in bewilderment.

On the other side—

"Captain? What's wrong?"

Seeing Lin Xingyuan turn the lens behind his single eye and look into the distance, Jung asked curiously.

"I feel like there's something over there... nothing, maybe it's just my perception that's wrong."

Inside the black Zani cockpit, Lin Xingyuan was also unsure. Just then, the Republic-class pilot sent a lock-on confirmation, which he immediately replied to, putting the minor incident behind him. Then, the Republic-class suddenly activated, carrying the four Zanis away from the combat zone at an astonishing speed.

The shuttle carrying the pilots and engineers disappeared into the atmosphere of the blue planet, marking the successful completion of the escort mission.

Shortly after, the four Republic-class aircraft returned to Luna 2. After disembarking, Jung, despite his exhaustion, immediately called the two newcomers to go with him.

“I know you’re tired, but this is very important. Come with me.”

"Can't you take a shower first?"

"I need to go to the toilet."

Both newcomers were on their first long-distance mission. After a six-hour flight, they felt completely exhausted and desperately wanted to relieve themselves and take a shower.

However, Jung's face was as cold as ice: "No, if you relax, your body will lose some of its memories."

The two newcomers looked at each other, but an order is an order. Even though Gary Rogers' rank was higher than Jung's, he could only obediently wait with him outside Lin Xingyuan's plane.

"What is the captain doing?"

Two minutes later, seeing that Lin Xingyuan still hadn't come out, Deng Buzek, who felt like his bladder was about to explode, couldn't help but ask.

“He’s reviewing his battle; that’s the mark of an ace pilot, and something you should all learn,” Jung replied.

So that's how it is?

As expected of an ace!

Deng Buzek and Gary Rogers looked at each other again, and without prior arrangement, they restrained themselves and straightened their posture.

A moment later, the hatch opened, and Lin Xingyuan came out of the cockpit. He exchanged a few words with Sergeant Mei, who was also waiting, and then landed beside the three of them.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, let's begin."

At MS's feet, the four of them faced the electronic screen and recreated the entire battle process using the exported battle data. They studied, analyzed, and compared almost every step. In the end, Lin Xingyuan praised the two newcomers for their courage in the battle, but criticized them for their cowardice after being hit. He pointed out suggestions for improvement and fulfilled his responsibilities as captain to the greatest extent possible. The two newcomers were completely convinced.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll be the team leader too. Let's work together happily from now on."

After the group disbanded, Lin Xingyuan joked with Jung with a smile, and Jung was unusually frank for once.

"Captain, thank you for everything you've done. I've benefited greatly from it, and I look forward to your continued guidance in the future."

He extended his hand and thanked him sincerely. Lin Xingyuan shook his hand and chuckled.

"If you're so grateful to me, then recruit these two to your team."

"?" Jung looked puzzled, while Lin Xingyuan looked seriously concerned for him.

"Both of them are very talented, and with a little practice, they will be very useful."

"And what about you, Captain?"

"I'll go train the new recruits."

"Understood, I will do my best."

Jung was deeply moved and gripped Lin Xingyuan's hand even tighter. Lin Xingyuan, having finally gotten rid of the hot potato, was also in a very good mood—although both of them were ace candidates, the clamor from the comments couldn't be ignored: everyone wanted to see him tease, no, teach those main characters a lesson.

"They must be doing simulated training, right?"

After submitting the report, having a meal, and taking a short rest, Lin Xingyuan went to the driver club to find the person, but couldn't. So he went to the simulation training center instead. Sure enough, the person was there. However, he didn't go up immediately. Instead, he quietly requisitioned a simulator from a newcomer, imported the latest combat data, and started fighting against Joni and Char in the virtual world. He quickly attracted the attention of many young trainees.

It was a rare sight to see the base's—no, the entire Space Force's—top ONE participating in a simulation training exercise, so everyone crowded around, including Io Fleming and Bianca Carlisle. They held their breath, watching intently, until a battle ended before catching their breath.

"Is this the oppressive force of a battle between aces?"

"It made everyone's heart stop."

"Completely unable to keep up with the reactions."

Lin Xingyuan turned around, his gaze sweeping across their faces, and asked.

"Have you figured anything out?"

"You're really amazing."

Some trainees were deep in thought, while others were directly flattering him. Lin Xingyuan's gaze fell on Io's face, and seeing him unconsciously shaking his head as if deep in thought, he wanted to hear his thoughts, so he encouraged him.

"It's alright, just say what you want to say."

“Uh…” Io hesitated for a moment, then boldly said, “The enemy plane, that red comet’s movements, how should I put it, are more artistic than your maneuver tactics.”

"Artistic sense!?"

"What nonsense is this?"

"That's absurd."

The trainees were in an uproar and looked at Io as if he were mentally ill, which made Io very unhappy.

"I was just stating my feelings, and the captain agreed. Do you have any objections?"

He put his hands on his hips and glared back. Lin Xingyuan smiled without saying a word, then looked at Bianca Carlisle and found that she had widened her cat-like eyes and looked equally interested.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Completely unconcerned about the opinions of others, Bianca Carlisle answered bluntly, "That Crimson Lightning, his rhythm is fantastic, better than you, Captain—"

"Rhythm?"

The trainees looked at each other in bewilderment.

As expected of two artistic youths, Lin Xingyuan raised his eyebrows and clapped.

"Great, you're the ones I've decided on, my new teammates."

Chapter 50: Two Thousand Simulated Battles

"Damn it, when are we finally going to get to practice on real machines?! I've been playing these video games the whole time!"

Once again... after being defeated in a simulated battle, Io Fleming angrily slammed the control stick and let out a roar of resentment.

"Didn't we say that as long as we defeat the captain's virtual data once in the simulation battle, we'll be taken out?"