Why would I join the army if I can’t drive a Gundam!

Chapter 199 The Final Battle Against Abaoakun (Part 2)

"Sima!"

"Commander, what brings you here?"

While the fighting raged on the front lines and lives were being lost every moment, a concert was taking place aboard a Zanzibar-class cruiser belonging to the Zeon Marine Corps, located on the Zeon Army's second defense line, which is the border between Sector E and Sector N.

Several honor guard soldiers, though dressed in military uniforms, did not look like soldiers at all. They were playing their instruments with great effort, and their audience was a tall female officer from the Gion, who sat high on a conductor's chair covered with a tiger skin.

It was at this moment that Landrov's communication was forcibly interrupted, leaving him no room to refuse.

"what are you doing?"

Lieutenant General Landrov felt his blood rush to his head, because the female officer he was talking to was now sprawled out in her chair with cucumber slices on her face, and there was even a special cocktail on the small table next to her.

"As you can see, I am on guard duty!"

The female officer didn't even look up.
"You guy!"

Under normal circumstances, Landrov would definitely have said some more words of admonition, even though the other party was not his subordinate, but was just thrown into Abaoa Air Force like trash because of his bad reputation in the army.

However, given the urgency of the situation, he could only skip over those lessons.

"The situation of the Sector garrison is critical. Ximakarahou, take your troops and take over immediately!"

"Yes, Commander!"

The female officer waved her hand casually, and then Landrov quickly cut off the communication, as if the other party had some kind of infectious disease.

After the communication ended, the female officer slowly stood up. With her movement, the tight military uniform on her chest trembled a few times. When she was fully standing, she was even taller than the guards next to her.

After roughly wiping the cucumber slices off her face, a beautiful but somewhat tired face was revealed.

"Order the fleet to be on high alert. Tell the brothers to be more alert. Whether we fight or not is not important; saving our own lives is the most important thing!"

The woman spoke these words to her subordinates, who remained unfazed, seemingly oblivious to the danger of her words. This was quite out of place among the fanatical Zeon army.

This is not surprising, as this unit has a special identity. They belong to the Zeon Mobile Assault Force, which is Kycilia's subordinate. Their designation is the Zeon Marine Corps. Most of their members are scoundrels, thugs, or outlaws, rather than respectable people, so they are not well-regarded by the Zeon military.

Moreover, during the war, this unit was tasked with releasing poison gas onto a colony satellite. Although the unit members were unaware of this at the time, after the mission was completed, the higher command treated the unit like a piece of dog shit and kicked it out of the combat ranks.

From then on, this Marine Corps was kicked around like a ball, with no Zeon forces willing to accept their presence until the Abaoakong Fortress was short-handed, at which point the fortress commander reluctantly took them under his command.

Now, sending them to fill in the gaps can be considered a relief for Landrov.

Lieutenant Colonel Simakarahou, the commander of the Marine Corps, also had a clear understanding of the role of his unit. Having been abandoned by their superiors, they no longer needed to serve Zeon. Preserving their own lives and surviving until the end of the war was the most important thing!
Subsequently, three Zanzibar-class cruisers and one Papua-class transport ship belonging to the Marine Corps began to move, the fleet crossed the warning line, and then entered the chaotic battlefield.

"damn it!"

Looking at the burning cosmos before him, Simakarahou was still quite shocked by the fierce battle, even though he was mentally prepared.

Then, the entire fleet was forced to be swept up in this inferno.

Within minutes of entering the battlefield, the Papua-class destroyer belonging to the Marine Corps was forced to separate from the cruiser at the front of the fleet. Under the relentless onslaught of GMs, the fragile Papua-class was quickly annihilated along with its escort squad. Without close protection, the Papua was then subjected to wave after wave of attacks from a massive number of GMs. Although not all GMs were equipped with heavy rocket launchers, sheer numbers could destroy an elephant, and the Papua-class was quickly sunk. In the chaotic battlefield, the escape pods that the Papua-class had deployed before sinking were also instantly consumed by the flames of war.

The arrival of the Marines in Xima did not play a significant role. The number of Federation mobile suits responsible for attacking Sector S was far beyond what the enemy could handle. Even though the Marine pilots were skilled, their opponents were not far behind. Even if they couldn't win, the Federation forces were operating in four-plane squadrons. Soon, the Marines could only barely maintain their lines by relying on the long-range firepower of the warships.

But as the fortress's frontal firing points were gradually eliminated, the Federation fleet was also closing in, especially the Magellan-class battleships that were now free to fight. Regardless of the ship's design level, its large-caliber mega particle cannons posed a real threat to the Zeon warships!
"12000 meters away, fire a volley!"

With the main guns trembling, beams of pink particles swept across most of the battlefield, blasting towards the Zanzibar-class ships of the Sima fleet. This was the first wave of attacks from the Magellan squadron. Although the first volley missed any ships because the Zanzibar was moving, the long-range particle beams did hit a dozen or so unlucky ones. Then, the Federation fleet calmly readjusted its course, and the second volley of mega particle beams successfully hit two Zanzibar ships.

The Zanzibar Island's outer armor was violently torn to shreds by the particle beam, and a huge gap was cut in the ship's hull. Thick smoke billowed from the hit area, undoubtedly making the target even clearer for the Federation warships.

Meanwhile, the Zeon fleet was also fighting back with all its might. The Dolos-class carrier positioned behind the battle line had even sunk two Salamis-class cruisers. However, the numerical disadvantage was ultimately insurmountable. Soon, the Federation's third salvo came again, this time with greater precision. The Zanzibar-class ship was torn to pieces by more than a dozen particle cannons. The ship exploded, creating a bright cloud of smoke that illuminated the tired faces of the Zeon soldiers.

"Sector S requests reinforcements, sir!"

"I only sent the support troops there less than twenty minutes ago!"

Landrov felt his legs trembling. The reinforcements he dispatched included not only the Marines, but also some miscellaneous units, which together could form five or six spaceships and two or three hundred mobile suits. If you include the spaceships that could barely be used for air combat, there would be even more. But these units only lasted for about twenty minutes.

"Damn it, damn it, keep pulling troops out of Sector N!"

Landrov sighed helplessly. Although withdrawing troops from Sector N might create a defensive gap, that was a matter for later. Right now, the most important thing was to hold the third and second defensive perimeters ahead.

As soon as his order was given, the Zeon forces deployed in Sector N quickly began to move. This time, Landrov went all out, removing a significant number of veterans from Sector N, including many ace pilots.

This approach of using elite troops to fill in the gaps isn't necessarily wrong, but if there's truly no other way, then this is the only option.

The crumbling Zeon defenses were somewhat stabilized after the arrival of this new force. The veteran pilots of the Rex Dome managed to halt the Federation's offensive, leading to an even more brutal war of attrition. "Die, you bastards!"

A high-speed flying Rick Domo was firing its MMP80 machine gun at a GM not far away. Caught off guard, the GM was hit by a series of 90mm armor-piercing rounds, and black smoke billowed out. Seeing that the situation was bad, the GM pilot immediately turned around and retreated, preparing to withdraw from the battlefield. Not far behind them, the Federation's reserve fleet had already deployed a supply support module, so that damaged mobile suits could retreat here for battlefield maintenance.

When the pilot of the Great Demon saw that the other party was about to escape, he immediately wanted to finish him off, but when he pulled the trigger, he realized that he had already emptied the magazine of the MMP80.

Jim's teammates rushed up at that moment, and then his mech was hit by the Dom's diffusion beam cannon, causing it to explode.

After firing the spread beam cannon, the Zeon pilot had already changed his magazine, but just as he was looking for the damaged GM, a third GM rushed up to him.

The MMP80 roared and fired again, while GM raised his beam spray gun. The explosion lit up the screen again, and then, the unharmed GM emerged from the smoke, holding his tattered shield. He then pulled the trigger again at another Zaku FZ.

The Zaku FZ had just fired two rockets at the Salamis-class battleship in the distance when it was hit squarely by the GM. At the same time as the Zaku exploded, the rockets also struck the Salamis, which was busy exchanging fire with the Zeon battleship.

The GM's pilot was distracted by the explosion, and then another beam rocket launcher from the Lich King blasted the GM into pieces.

After destroying the GM, the Rick Domo was instantly vaporized by the glancing fire of the ship's cannons, leaving nothing behind.

At this moment, the entire battlefields of Sector S and Sector E have been transformed into a meat grinder, with the Federation Forces and the Zeon Forces acting as winches, crushing and pulverizing each other until they are reduced to dust.

"What are the troops at the front doing? Why haven't they broken through the enemy's defenses yet?"

At the Federation fleet headquarters, Admiral Grin was also dissatisfied with the current situation. He had deployed two mobile suit battle groups, totaling nearly three thousand mobile suits, as well as more Iron Balls and warships, but the attacking forces were still halted at the Zeon defense line.

"The enemy's defenses are very strong, and they are constantly withdrawing reinforcements from other areas! Our offensive is stalled!"

"asshole!"

Green couldn't help but pat the armrest next to him.

"Where is the Third Combat Group?"

"Crossing through Zone E, about to enter Zone N!"

"Yes, order them to speed up!"

"Sir, our right flank troops are still standing by. Should we order them to move as well?"

"No, let's wait and see. The reserve team is very important!"

Grimm glanced at the right side of the fleet; the Thirteenth Independent Fleet was in that direction, but he couldn't see where Makarius's Gundam was.

Although deploying the 13th Independent Fleet should be able to quickly break through the enemy's defenses, Grimm had no intention of doing so. He wanted the enemy to wait. He didn't believe that the front-line troops couldn't fight without Gundam.
As the Federation forces outflanked the enemy, fierce fighting broke out on Abaoa's N-sector defense line. At this moment, Landrov suddenly regretted why he had withdrawn so many elite troops from N-sector to support S-sector. Under the attack of the Federation's Third Mobile Suit Combat Group, which had been eagerly preparing for battle, the troops in N-sector were pushed back to the second defense zone. This meant that the range of mobile suit weapons could now reach the fortress!

Fortunately, the number of mobile suits in the N sector was still large. Under the frenzied assault of a large number of Orgrimmars with their pilots, the Third Combat Group was forced to stop here and could only begin to clear out the Zeon forces in front of them.

Landrov finally couldn't help but ask Kiran if he was going to use the secret weapon, after all, the pressure on the front lines was immense, and he had no reserves left.

"No, not at all. Order the troops to continue fighting. Now is not the time to use weapons!"

"Understood. So, should we withdraw a portion of the Capital Defense Division and the Royal Guard to support Abaowak?"

"The Royal Guard has another mission, Lieutenant General!"

Gihren glanced at Kycilia, who was sitting silently in the corner, and then said!
"understand!"

Landrov had no choice but to return to his post. The Royal Guard was clearly an important fighting force for the Zeon army, and he couldn't understand why, at this moment, there was nothing more important than Abaoakun!

However, Landrov was soon pleasantly surprised.

Because the Abaoa air force received a new friendly signal coming from the direction of Zeon mainland, and the source of the signal was the Great Dekin!

This is the personal vessel of His Highness Prince Dejinzabi of the Principality of Zeon. No one but Prince Dejin himself can command this warship. Now that the Great Prince Dejin has appeared on the battlefield, it means that His Highness is about to lead the army in person!

However, what Landrov didn't see was that Commander-in-Chief Kiren's expression suddenly turned playful when he saw the Great Dekin appear.

"Father, you've finally made your decision, haven't you?"

As the Great Dejin approached the Abaoa Fortress and then suddenly changed direction, meandering towards the battlefield ahead, Kilian couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Then he picked up the communicator.

"Chapman, it's me!"

(End of this chapter)