Gundam UC Hunting Time

"It doesn't matter. We can do that kind of thing too. The development of the new machine has already been approved. In this kind of competition, the Federation will not lose to Zeon in terms of manpower or resources."

Jamitov said confidently that Lin Xingyuan couldn't criticize him in person, but the viewers in the live chat could speak freely.

[Being chased and beaten by Zeon, which has only one-thirtieth the strength of a nation, and still being stubborn?]

Zeon are scum, but if the Federation were any decent human being, they wouldn't have rebelled.

Is the trade ratio between the Federation's mass-produced GM and Zeon's warriors any good?

Don't forget that Zeon also has the Mobile Armor (MA) as a deadly weapon!

So my uncle got the funding to develop a quantum computer?

After the adjutant poured tea for the two men, he left. Djamitov picked up his teacup, took a sip, then put it down. His tone was relaxed, but his gaze was intense as he looked intently at Lin Xingyuan and asked:

"So, Captain, what are your thoughts on this war?"

"We will surely defeat the Space Nazis, and the Federation will surely achieve final victory!"

Lin Xingyuan answered loudly, "After all, that's the truth, and it's not shameful to shout slogans."

"Ah, no need to take it so seriously, Captain. We were just having a private chat."

Jamitov waved his hand, and seeing Lin Xingyuan's stunned expression, he said in a gentler tone:

"The war will indeed end with a Union victory, but the problems will not be solved; on the contrary, they will escalate, and the conflicts will not subside afterward. This is what General Rebil and I both believe."

"yes!?"

What is Old Tofu trying to do?

[Can you tell PL some honest thoughts?]

In essence, he and Char Aznable share the same ideas.

The barrage comments are the best substitute for words. Lin Xingyuan got serious and waited for Jamitov to reveal his true intentions.

Djamitov: "So we want to hear what young people think, after all, the future belongs to you. Since history has already unfolded this way, how would you overcome the past if it were you?"

With his new-human insight and understanding of this person, Lin Xingyuan knew exactly what he wanted to hear, but he didn't answer immediately, as that would seem too foolish. Instead, he showed just the right amount of hesitation.

"This one……"

"Feel free to speak your mind. You are a descendant of the first generation of space pioneers, right? What were your parents' feelings when they went to space?"

After the performance, he hesitated for a moment, then it was time to say something he wanted to hear.

"...You and General Rebil are insightful. Indeed, such a war with such huge casualties has effectively torn apart the relationship between Earth and space colonists. To make up for this, I think the best way is to bring the two sides closer together."

"Oh? Go on," Jamitov said, intrigued.

Lin Xingyuan: "I believe that distance is the root of conflict. If everyone could live together, we would surely agree on many issues. For example, Earthlings would understand the hardships of space colonists, and space colonists would not feel any discrimination. Moreover, humanity's future lies in the universe. We cannot remain complacent in our cradle forever. Sooner or later, we will all be space colonists."

Djamitov nodded in agreement: "What you said makes a lot of sense, but it won't be easy to achieve. After all, not everyone can understand. They're like children who haven't grown up, only wantonly taking from the earth to satisfy their own selfish desires."

Lin Xingyuan displayed his outspokenness: "That's because the federal government was too weak, giving those capitalists the opportunity to manipulate things! They also bear responsibility for this war! We must remove those unsuitable people and put the right people in the right positions!"

This is the truth.

[Haha, PL, are you watering and fertilizing the birth of the Titans?]

This was obviously a bit inappropriate, but Jamitov seemed not to hear it, turning to look out the window: "This war has hurt her terribly..."

He used the word 'she' to describe the Earth, his expression filled with compassion, as if a child were looking at a ravaged mother, or a devout believer. This rare display of genuine emotion truly surprised Lin Xingyuan and the viewers in the live chat.

[Old Tofu is telling the truth!]

This is so rare!

“You are absolutely right. Pushing colonies toward Earth is not only a betrayal of humanity’s great pioneering endeavors, but also an injury to Mother Earth. It is an unforgivable act! The Zeon and Zabi families must pay the price for this!”

Lin Xingyuan spoke these words from the bottom of his heart, filled with righteous indignation. Jamitov turned his gaze back, looking at Lin Xingyuan with admiration.

"So, Captain, what price do you think would be appropriate?"

The comments section immediately offered a bunch of suggestions, and Lin Xingyuan watched while organizing his thoughts.

"...I believe that the ringleaders must die, and those who follow the evil path should not be spared either. After the war, we cannot simply release the captured Zeon soldiers. We must distribute them to places destroyed by the war, such as Australia, North America, and various sides, so that they can see with their own eyes the crimes committed by Zeon and reflect on their mistakes through labor. Otherwise, they will never understand."

[That's right, with so many dead people, we can't just leave them all to the monks to handle, lest they create a Nanyang Alliance and cause trouble.]

The damaged colonies also need repair, and Zeon will have to provide the labor.

[I'll go crazy]

That's perfect; the survivors can even form an anti-Nazi force.

[It's better than everyone joining the remnant party, right?]

“Excellent, excellent suggestion. I will speak to General Rebil, and we will proceed accordingly after the war.”

Jamitov forced another smile and got up to pace around the room.

“I’m leaving this base soon for Gabro, and after that I’ll be stepping down as treasurer and transferring to the African front. How about it, Captain? How about transferring to my unit? I’ll give you a platform to fully utilize your talents.”

Wow~ Old Tofu is personally recruiting! This is a great contribution to the cause, go quickly!

Witness the birth of the Titans elders

The live chat exploded with comments, all urging people to watch the fun. Lin Xingyuan hadn't expected that Jamitov would recruit him.

Indeed, if he agreed now, he could potentially become the Titans' second-in-command, perhaps even surpassing Colonel Jin Hua in rank. However—

Who's a good person who wants to join the Titans?!

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to go to space and settle accounts with the Zabi family."

Good riddance! Staying in Africa as a bystander is no substitute for going to space to complete S-rank missions.

What a trash organization the Titans are! PL (presumably referring to a specific organization or group) should stay away from them.

When are we going to go to space and cause trouble for the Zabi family? We're tired of fighting on the ground.

[Looking forward to the RX-79E line-fed cannon being equipped!]

“Alright.” Considering that Lin Xingyuan was originally from space and would indeed harbor hatred towards the Zabi family, Jamitov didn’t press the matter. Instead, he asked, “Then, should the captain’s squad return to Gabro with me?”

He did indeed have this purpose, and Lin Xingyuan also came up with a reason he had already thought of.

"Brigadier General, our squad is now a thorn in Zeon's side, and traveling with us would only bring you danger. Why don't we draw the attention of Zeon's reconnaissance aircraft and help you transfer safely?"

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Djamitov got up, walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and gestured that he could leave.

Author's message

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Heh heh heh. I've already started laying the groundwork for the storyline after the One Year War, so stay tuned.

Chapter 137 I really am a man with incredible luck!

"Captain! It's a Zeon reconnaissance plane! It's catching up."

The pilot of the Media transport plane sent a message, anxiously reporting the intelligence, but Lin Xingyuan was not flustered—it was originally a feint to cover Jamitov's evacuation, and it was expected that the Zeon reconnaissance planes would catch up—it would be a problem if they didn't catch up.

"It's in attack position! It might open fire! What should we do!?"

"Does the pilot of the reconnaissance plane have this kind of decision-making power and courage?"

This situation was somewhat unexpected. Just as Lin Xingyuan was wondering what was going on, a series of shells ripped several large holes in the cargo hold of the transport plane.

"He opened fire!"

The pilot shouted in panic, maneuvering the aircraft at a sharp angle while simultaneously activating its close-in weapon system to intercept the reconnaissance plane. However, the opponent's piloting skills were unexpectedly superior, and the aircraft managed to dodge all the attacks. The enemy then fired another shell, which hit one of the Media's engines.

"Open the hatch! Give me a better angle!"

Lin Xingyuan decided to take action himself, took off his beam rifle, and walked towards the hatch to prepare to fire. Meanwhile, the Zeon reconnaissance plane, which had disappeared into the clouds, flew out again and swooped down toward the transport plane.

"Damn it! Don't even think about it!"

The transport plane's flight crew were also remarkable men. They didn't panic at the critical moment, but desperately maneuvered the heavy transport plane to turn it around, pointing the cabin door towards the enemy plane.

"please!"

"Leave it to me!"

Lin Xingyuan extended the beam rifle out of the hatch, aimed it at the approaching reconnaissance plane, and pulled the trigger. The beam was fired, but what he thought would be a sure hit was actually dodged by the enemy plane!

"Huh!?" He was somewhat surprised.

The next moment, the reconnaissance plane and the transport plane passed each other. Gundam's high-performance optical system captured a clear image, and in the cockpit of the reconnaissance plane, a figure that surprised him appeared. At the same time, a sense of familiarity also came through.

"Char!?"

He recalled the intelligence Mira had provided, which said that the Zeon forces' Gau-class aircraft had indeed recently received a small M'sai that had been dropped from orbit. He hadn't expected it to be Char who had come.

[Char!? What's he doing here?]

[It's probably to avenge Dozle.]

[Not only did we catch Karma, but we also caught Char? Things are getting interesting!]

As expected of a popular character, the comments section exploded.

Meanwhile, in the Zeon reconnaissance aircraft, Char, who had come to investigate in person, also sensed Lin Xingyuan, and a mysterious smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth behind his mask.

"Major? What's wrong?"

Another crew member at the observation post looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, just a feeling of wonder. I'm such a lucky man."

He thought the transport plane was a ploy by the other side to lure him in, so he tried it out, but he didn't expect it to be real!

MS cannot fly in the air; if a transport plane is shot down, it will crash!

"We can't let this golden opportunity slip by! Hold on tight!"

After reminding the other side, Char maneuvered the reconnaissance aircraft back, choosing an angle from which the beam rifle couldn't reach, and charged towards the Media transport plane. Just as he was about to fire, the black Ground Gundam jumped out of the transport plane, turned around, aimed at the reconnaissance aircraft, and pulled the trigger.

"not good!"

Char was startled and quickly pressed the control stick to avoid it. The next second, the beam struck the observation deck, taking the cockpit and the observer inside with it. (Truly a teammate's nemesis!)

"What a reckless fellow!"

He cursed and was about to distance himself when a barrage of close-in weapon system shells swept over, riddling the reconnaissance plane with holes, breaking off its wings on the spot, and causing smoke to billow from its engine.

"hateful!"

The reconnaissance plane, having lost power, plunged into the ground. Char hurriedly hoisted the thrusters onto his back, opened the hatch, and jumped out. He glanced back defiantly, only to be met with a cold sweat that soaked his back – the black Ground Gundam had charged over, its mechanical arms outstretched, ready to grab him!

"Hey! ↘↗!"

Knowing full well what would happen if he were captured, Char gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and used an extremely risky flying method to dodge the iron hand that the Black Ground Gundam was grabbing. But the next second, machine gun shells swept over again, and he lost control of his posture just as they grazed past him.

"It's over..."

Is being smashed into a meat pie my end?

Artesia, you must live on!

In his final moments, Xia thought of his sister, whose whereabouts were unknown, and closed his eyes with reluctance.

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The dampness jolted Xia awake, followed by a feeling of being constricted in his shoulders and thighs. He opened his eyes to find himself on the ground several meters away. Shaking his head in confusion, he looked around and realized he was hanging from a tree in the woods. His mask and helmet were nowhere to be seen, and his hair was soaked from the rain.

"What am I doing..."

The events that occurred before he lost consciousness suddenly flooded his mind. He shivered, touched his body, and couldn't believe he was still alive.