Gundam UC Hunting Time

One of the Four Great Evil Women of the Universal Century

What kind of evil woman is she? She was simply tricked.

The barrage of comments exploded instantly, with various interpretations filling Lin Xingyuan's field of vision, demonstrating Xima's popularity. Moreover, they all seemed to share the same sentiment—she was just an unlucky and pitiful normal person.

However, the fact that he was specifically summoned to the military court meant that—

She's still alive!?

Lin Xingyuan asked in surprise, Mira nodded, and the comments section erupted in an uproar.

"of course."

"Could I see him/her?"

Lin Xingyuan hurriedly pressed for details, because Mira suddenly became nervous due to his overly enthusiastic behavior, staring intently into his eyes:

"We do have such arrangements, but... you wouldn't be thinking of killing her, would you?"

She knew Lin Xingyuan all too well; he never showed mercy to those executioners from Zeon. It was only because the woman inside wasn't directly in his line of fire that the Federation was able to capture such a valuable prisoner.

"What? No way." Lin Xingyuan was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand and assured him, "I never kill prisoners."

"Then give me the gun."

Mira made a request, and Lin Xingyuan, both amused and exasperated, handed her his service pistol, which allowed him to enter the large-scale prison cell area.

Because they were extremely valuable war criminals, Sima Karahau and her few surviving subordinates were placed in solitary confinement. To prevent them from committing suicide, they were fitted with special restraints, the lights were kept on at all times, and they were guarded by twice the number of personnel. To ensure absolute safety, even these guards were unarmed, demonstrating the high level of importance placed on them.

"It's her."

Mira stopped outside the deepest cell and gestured with her chin towards the inside.

Through the one-way glass, Lin Xingyuan saw Sima Karahau, who was being held captive. She was strapped to a vertical hospital bed, her entire body bound like a mummy, with a gag in her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, her gaze was unfocused, her eyes were sunken, and she looked extremely haggard.

Lin Xingyuan thought of Rachel, whom he had just parted ways with. They were about the same age, but one of them was radiant and glowing, while the other looked like a demon and was impossible to look at.

Poor Aunt Sima, she looked just like Tifa in her youth, but now she's a ghost!

Perhaps killing her yesterday would have been a relief for her.

Many comments expressed the same opinion, and Lin Xingyuan couldn't help but sigh, which greatly surprised Mira, who had been paying attention to his reaction.

"How can you be so calm?" she exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Xingyuan couldn't help but laugh: "Did you call me here just to see my reaction?"

"Of course not. I called you here specifically because they are unwilling to cooperate, and General Rebil said that perhaps you have a solution."

Mira replied, and then offered the previous interrogation records.

"The new humans are not omnipotent."

Lin Xingyuan was terrified of this, so he could only complain as he carefully examined the interrogation record: Sima's page was blank, but her subordinates confessed how their superiors had tricked them. However, the Federation clearly didn't believe them, thinking they were shirking responsibility. Sima didn't confess, probably understanding this and utterly despondent.

However, this is indeed the case.

He looked at Sima in the cell, went over, closed the one-way glass, and turned on the microphone.

“Sima Karahau,” he greeted in a relatively relaxed tone, “I am the Black Reaper.”

Upon hearing the name "Black Reaper," Sima reacted immediately, her cloudy pupils shrinking to a single point—this was the man who had personally destroyed her last hope, dragging her from the clouds into hell. She struggled to lift her head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Xingyuan, like a trapped lone wolf, her gaze a mixture of hatred, fear, and despair.

"...Can't sleep? Are you being plagued by nightmares?"

Lin Xingyuan could sense her thoughts, and his words hit the nail on the head.

Sima's body trembled slightly. Images flashed through her mind of the corpses strewn across the gas-filled colony, the cries of her fallen comrades, and the cold, shameless faces of the Zeon high command—these images pierced her nerves like needles, making even closing her eyes a luxury. She turned her head away, unwilling to look at Lin Xingyuan again, as if every glance would devour those painful memories once more.

“Your subordinates say that you were also deceived by your superiors regarding the gas attack, and I believe that.”

Mira dropped her cigarette and looked at Lin Xingyuan in surprise:

Why!?

Sima turned her head sharply, a suppressed whimper escaping her throat beneath the gag. She couldn't believe her ears—how could Federation officers believe them? Over the years, the Zeon high command had treated them as cannon fodder, and the Federation had treated them as war criminals to be eliminated at all costs. She herself was almost unable to distinguish whether she was the villain or a victim.

Lin Xing pretended to be looking at the interrogation transcript, but was actually reading the comments section online, saying as he read:

"You're from the Mahal colony, aren't you? A force made up of people from the bottom of society, who genuinely believe Zeon is fighting for the freedom of space colonists, so they joined the army. People from your background might kill, burn, rob, rape, and commit unforgivable atrocities, but they couldn't commit such earth-shattering evil deeds because you don't have that kind of 'capacity.' Only a Nazi madman like Gihren, who believes in racism, would have the idea of ​​massively reducing the population and 'purifying society,' and he actually did it. How many people are there on Ifish Island? They were poisoned, killed by nuclear bombs destroying the colony, or crushed by falling colonies—it's essentially the same thing. You know, since the start of the war, the number of people directly or indirectly killed by the Zeon army has long exceeded that number."

"..."

Sima's eyes widened, and her bloodshot eyes instantly filled with tears. Since the gas attack, she had been plagued by nightmares every night, feeling guilty towards the dead colonists and resentful towards the Zeon leadership who had pushed them to hell. This contradiction gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake, leaving her utterly despondent. Now, finally, someone could understand their pain.

"Resisting oppression is inherently a just act,"

Lin Xingyuan said that this statement was an irrefutable truth, but at that time, it was actually somewhat politically incorrect in the Federation. Mira glanced at him again, but ultimately said nothing and didn't write it down in the report.

"But Zeon took advantage of this, leading you down a path of inhumanity and abandoning your righteous cause. Therefore, this war will inevitably end in victory for the Federation forces. Prince Dejin, Gihren, Kycilia, and all their lackeys and Nazis should be brought to trial. We need someone to testify against their crimes. If you are willing to cooperate, I will ask General Reibille to give you a fair judgment."

"...Waaaaah..."

Sima struggled violently, the restraints constricting her painfully, yet she felt no pain—the man had spoken of a "just verdict," and this was the first time in so long that she had heard someone willing to give her a "just" chance. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from weakness, but because the pent-up grievances in her heart had finally found a way out.

Lin Xingyuan then suggested, "Your mothership, the Lili Marlene, should still be in orbit, right? Anyway, they won't have a good time back in Zeon. Why don't you cooperate and have them surrender to the Federation forces of Luna II? That would be a way to atone for their crimes. It's not such a bad ending, is it?"

"..."

Sima slowly stopped struggling, gazing into Lin Xingyuan's eyes. Just as Lin Xingyuan had said, her subordinates on the Lili Marlene were indeed still waiting for her orders, waiting for her to bring hope back. Now that hope was shattered, if she cooperated with the Federation, at least they could survive, at least the Zeon high command's conspiracy could be exposed—perhaps this was the last thing she could do for those who had died and those who were still alive.

Lin Xingyuan could sense that she was already interested, so he turned to Mira:

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

"That's good enough. As expected of a new human, you're really amazing."

Mira noticed Sima's wavering and couldn't help but praise her.

"This has nothing to do with the new humans; it's just that you've made preconceived notions."

Lin Xingyuan sighed helplessly, turned off the microphone, activated the one-way glass, and looked at the other members of the Xima unit in the other cells, asking Mira:

"What do you plan to do with them? Recruit them or try them and then execute them?"

His personal opinion was to imprison them after trial and execute them after the war, especially Sima himself. But he didn't object to using them one last time before execution—as long as he could kill more stubborn Zeon dogs, preferably to fight the Kado dogs, he would be happy to see it happen.

Mira shrugged: "Their value is too high; that's something only General Rebil can decide."

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Okay, that's the arrangement.

Chapter 156 The Development of History

On August 19, UC 0079, the Earth Federation Forces' Western European Army surrounded the remnants of the Zeon Principality's Earth Attack Force in the Central Plateau within France. By the 21st, the invading force had been completely annihilated.

During this period, Lin Xingyuan's troops were on escort duty for the Patton, and apart from the 18th, they did not encounter any combat—Rebil seemed in no hurry to deploy mobile suits to the battlefield, and even the Delta team was always on missions to assist in attacks. On the 27th, the Patton arrived in Stockholm, where the Nordic Area Command was located, and the troops were given another three days of leave.

Stockholm, located at the mouth of Lake Mälaren on the eastern coast of the Baltic Sea, is comprised of 14 islands and a peninsula connected by more than 70 bridges, earning it the nickname "Venice of the North." The group, who had set out for a relaxing visit, were instead met with devastation from the tsunami caused by the crash of a colony satellite. The buildings destroyed by the massive waves were a stark reminder of the devastation. Those who lost their homes and all their possessions were living in tents, and due to a lack of funds, machinery, and labor, reconstruction efforts were still incomplete.

"Damn Zeon..."

Lilith couldn't stand this and couldn't help but curse. Shirley Page, when she was a gymnast, had competed here before; returning to the place, everything had changed, and she couldn't help but feel sentimental. Rachel, who had been monopolizing Lin Xingyuan and fantasizing about a romantic date in this academic paradise, now felt the atmosphere had vanished and was equally unhappy.

The group wandered around town in somber moods, seeing many locals selling their wares—the arrival of the Patton and the main force had given the local economy a small boost. While they stopped for a meal, a little girl approached them selling flowers. Lin Xingyuan bought one for each of the girls as a gesture of goodwill. Seeing his generosity, the little girl hesitated for a moment, then took out a teddy bear from her basket, intending to sell it to him as well.

"Sir, please buy this one too. It's an officially licensed *** product, very new. I've always taken good care of it and it's never been dirty. It's perfect for giving to the ladies."

"This must be your treasure, right?"

Seeing her reluctant expression yet her earnest attempt to sell, Lin Xingyuan couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness.

"Yes, but bread is more important than baby."

The little girl said that the girls felt a little sorry for them when they heard this.

"Little girl, we'll take all the flowers, but you can keep the teddy bear for yourself."

Where are your mom and dad?

"died."

Who else is in the family?

"Grandma and my younger brother..."

"Why did this happen...?"

This was another unbearable tragedy. The girls were heartbroken, and Matt and the others also sighed. However, Lin Xingyuan's attention was drawn to a person giving a speech alone in the square.

"In UC0001, humanity began to promote the space colonization plan, entering the Universal Century... Due to the total population exceeding 90 billion, the Earth's environment could no longer be sustained... Therefore, a semi-mandatory policy of colonizing space colonies was implemented... But all of this is a lie!"

He waved his arms passionately and shouted out a novel idea.

"We, who can build super-giant colony satellites in space, cannot solve the problem of environmental pollution. Don't you all see something wrong with that?! According to my calculations, Earth can support 20 billion people to achieve a high quality of life! But those politicians... they politicized scientific issues, treated environmental protection as an unquestionable political correctness, and used it as a tool to win votes... In the end, they drove 90% of humanity into space, thus forming the concept that Earth = the elite class... This is the root of this war!"

"What nonsense is he talking about?"

Seeing Lin Xingyuan listening to that person's speech, Rachel also overheard a bit and couldn't help but frown.

"Isn't this Zeon's view?"

At this moment, several military police rushed over, grabbed the man, and dragged him away. Lin Xingyuan shook his head and sighed, and most of the viewers in the live chat agreed with his point of view.

"...That's not the case."

"what?"

Everyone looked at him in surprise. Lin Xingyuan hesitated for a moment before finally expressing his opinion.

"Most of the problems that humanity encounters in the process of development need to be solved through development itself. Building colonies is certainly one method, but what this person said is indeed correct: if the technology and distribution issues are solved, the Earth can indeed support 20 billion people."

There are many professionals among the danmaku users who are very knowledgeable about this.

With the technological level of the Universal Century, technical problems are not actually difficult to solve—the neutral observation city in Antarctica is the best example. The difficulty lies in the system that cannot distribute resources as fairly as possible—history shifted at the end of the 20th century, and Francis Fukuyama's "The End of History" became the standard in this timeline. Various divisions, the performative democracy and political correctness that fool the masses have continued to this day, forming a deep-rooted problem.

"Of course I like colonies. Migrating into space is indeed a good way to develop. It is an important part of mankind's journey to space and greater development, and also an important means of protecting the Earth's environment. Political correctness, in fact, was well-intentioned at the beginning."

However, the toxic federal system caused this good intention to bear bitter fruit.

"Originally, colonies built in space should have been the industrial, technological, political, economic and cultural centers of the new century, naturally attracting a large population, especially young people who would actively go there to explore and develop. In the long run, Earth would naturally become a paradise for retirement and tourism. However, the problem with electoral politics is that it is easily manipulated by greedy and unscrupulous capital. Shameless politicians make empty promises and promote things hastily for quick success and instant benefits, unable to make long-term plans, and as a result, colonies have become refugee shelters."

"Immigrating 90% of the population to space might seem like a solution, but it overlooks the fact that human needs are the most important. On one hand, there's a paradise for the privileged class; on the other, harsh living conditions and an uncertain existence. This is how the conflict arose, and Zeon exploited this conflict to instigate war, completely severing Earth from space migration..."

"..."

Everyone present came from humble backgrounds. Even Matt and his friends, who grew up on Earth, didn't come from wealthy or powerful families. Zeon always said that people on Earth were a privileged class, and even space colonists thought so, but in reality, how many privileged classes were there? Besides, even the privileged class needed servants; they couldn't possibly call people from the colony every time they needed cleaning. So Lin Xingyuan's politically incorrect remarks resonated with them.

"So, how can a world like this be changed?"

Matt twirled his glass, his brow furrowed. Seeing the somber atmosphere, his teammate Anish Lofman, wanting to break the silence and lighten the mood, joked.

"Send everyone to space?"

This guy might just become a Titan!

Lin Xingyuan laughed, while the others looked at Anish with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Humans at this stage cannot leave Earth. Even highly self-sufficient colonies need Earth's resources to replenish themselves. Where there is demand, there must be people left on Earth. This idea is unrealistic.

Anish Lofman, under the watchful eyes of everyone, became anxious and went to the other extreme.

"Then why don't we all go back to Earth?"

This was undoubtedly another foolish idea. Although a federal speaker did try to do so later, hoping to start everything from scratch, it was still unrealistic and impractical, and it did not solve the problem.

"Can you please stop saying stupid things?"

Larry Radley couldn't stand it any longer and reached out to grab a piece of bread and stuff it into his mouth.

Then everyone's eyes turned to Lin Xingyuan.

The answer was already etched in his mind, so Lin Xingyuan blurted out almost without thinking: "Just get things back on track: the colony satellites are a new world full of hope, and Earth is a home worth remembering. Let science and the economy guide development, and let people make choices freely, no longer distinguishing between space immigrants and Earth residents."

At this point, he still hoped to follow the IF route that allowed Rebil to survive and complete the mission as soon as possible. Therefore, although he had the theory and methods, he did not intend to put them into practice.

On August 30, UC0079, the ship Lili Maren, belonging to the Sima Force, surrendered to the Federation Space Force's Luna 2 Base.

On September 1, UC 0079, the fleet belonging to the Luna 2 Base of the Federation Space Forces encountered the Zeon Strike Mobile Force and was defeated by the MS force centered on the Black Tri-Stars Squadron during the battle.