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

Chapter 216 Things are not that simple!
"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but there are urgent orders!"

The crisp sound of the doorbell echoed in the dark night sky, accompanied by the roar of an engine.

A Dedeys flying platform, now painted in Federation Army livery, was parked in the open space in front of Makarius’s house. Several fully armed military police jumped off and immediately rang the doorbell.

Soon, a sleepy-eyed but already dressed in military uniform, Makarius emerged from the room. Several military police officers immediately took the military bag from his hands and escorted him toward the flight platform. At the door, Sera, Nagase Hotaru, and Chloe, all still half-asleep, watched Makarius depart with worried expressions.

After picking up the person, the flight platform flew towards central London and finally landed on the tarmac of the Commonwealth Atlantic Fleet Command.

As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, a brisk sea breeze carrying moist air hit him in the face. Makarius straightened his military cap and then stepped off the flight footboard amidst the salutes of the guards.

"How's the situation?"

On the treadmill, Makarius had already obtained the initial report, a summary report of the activities of the Zeon remnants. Although the Federation forces did not outwardly launch a large-scale manhunt for the escaped remnants, the intelligence department had been paying close attention.

The report in Makarius's hands contained a great deal of information about the activities of what appeared to be remnant fleets and remnant personnel.

While the Delaz fleet's attack appeared to be aimed at plundering supplies, it wasn't actually that simple. Of course, plundering the Moorish Compatriots' reconstruction resources was also a convenient side effect. However, while the Delaz fleet was attacking the Moorish Compatriots, a Zeon transport ship secretly left the Side 4 space zone and flew towards the moon.

If it weren't for the fact that a Moorish refugee ship had recorded the incident, the Federal Army might have simply treated it as an isolated incident. But now that they've captured the unidentified transport ship, there's much more to it than meets the eye.

Lunar cities have always held a unique and superior position in the Federation. Especially during the One Year War, Grenada, one of the lunar cities, was occupied by the Zeon army and later built into Kycilia's headquarters. Although the Zeon remnants in Grenada wisely fled after their defeat, it is obvious to even the most foolish commander in the Federation whether they left any tricks up their sleeves.

Not to mention Anaheim, which has already taken in a large number of Zeon technicians. They have the manpower and the equipment, and if they want to make some news, it is not difficult at all.

The Federation is not worried about being divided and isolated remnants, but if they unite, then we will have to be on high alert to deal with them.

This is why, even though Makarius had already entered vacation mode and moved into his seaside villa with the pretty girls he had picked up along the way, he was suddenly summoned back to headquarters.

After all, in terms of time, regardless of what the Delaz fleet's transport ships were carrying, they had already reached the moon, and may even have reached Earth via transport ships.

Of course, nobody knows exactly what it is or where it went. Even if you check the files, you still won't know what the Delaz fleet took away. The federal intelligence agencies have prepared for the worst, because maybe the next second, an NBC alarm will sound in the heart of the Federation.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Kliny!"

In the conference room at headquarters, Tianm looked embarrassed in the camera's view, after all, it was not very polite to drag soldiers who were already on leave out of bed.

However, Makarius didn't seem to care about any of that. He just yawned and then said...

"So, we can't gather any intelligence on the moon?"

"It's difficult. If it were just von Braun, it would be fine, but in Grenada, our people are too conspicuous!"

"That bald-headed bastard Cao is a real scoundrel! I should lead the 13th Independent Fleet to space and take him down!"

"That's the Reef Space Region, so vast that the entire Federation fleet wouldn't be able to blockade and search it. Forget about it for now. Your mobile suit has already set sail. I've dispatched the Pureblood Stallion from the Gabro base, along with Gundam Unit 5!"

"Was its pilot Lieutenant Fortromfilo?"

"Yes, although he can't compare to you, he's still a pretty good pilot. If you have the chance, you should teach him properly!"

"no problem!"

The deployment of troops not directly under Markarius's command was unavoidable. The Red Dragon Battle Group was currently in a semi-disbanded state, with its subordinate armored units and infantry already separated, and the artillery also being transferred away. Two-thirds of the remaining mobile warriors had already gone home on leave, and almost all the officers and non-commissioned officers were also absent, either at home with their wives and children or on assignment for further study, just like Lieutenant Amuro, who received a notice to go to the technical academy for further study on the third day after the Federation Army's military parade.

Therefore, instead of spending a lot of time assembling a battle group, it would be better to send an additional full-strength force to be under Markarius's command. Just then, the Thoroughbred Stallion returned to Earth, so Tiam transferred it over.

As for deploying Unit 5, it was mainly to take on the security work of the parliament, and incidentally to cooperate with Makarius in combat. After all, it wouldn't be appropriate to have Makarius standing guard at the entrance of the parliament in an NT1!

Aside from the important parliament hall, other federal agencies and key military outposts also deployed varying numbers of Gundam mobile suits. As for where the Federation got so many Gundams, the Ground Gundam is still a Gundam, and after undergoing heavy modifications, it still possesses considerable combat power.

Of course, these movements were all carried out in secrecy. On the surface, the Federation did not react excessively to the appearance of the Delaz fleet. Everything remained the same as before. Apart from dispatching an additional fleet to provide support and vigilance for the reconstruction of the Moorish Compatriots, there was no other reaction, as if the attack by the Delaz fleet was insignificant.

"Damn it, we shouldn't have targeted those Moors!"

Looking out the window at the lazy pedestrians on the street and the police officers who didn't seem nervous at all, Lieutenant Polivaris of the Principality of Zeon, who belonged to the Delaz Fleet, couldn't help but curse in his room.

"We should focus our efforts on more important federal targets, such as attacking the Federal Parliament or other important institutions. If all else fails, we can attack the colony satellites of Side 3!"

"You think we don't want to attack the places you mentioned, especially those traitors on the mainland? But we need to have the capability. With the fleet's current strength, if we were to swagger in front of the Federation fleet, how long do you think we could hold out?"

On the other side of the room, another Zeon officer in civilian clothes replied with dissatisfaction.

"Then we should continue fighting and let the Federation know we're not to be trifled with!" "Alright, then go ahead! The Federation Army's Grenada base is only twelve kilometers to the north, why don't you go!"

"I, you..."

Lieutenant Varis clenched his fists angrily. He wanted to grab his weapon and storm out in a fit of rage, but considering his limited abilities, going to the Union Army would probably just be handing them a military achievement, a free head, and no one would even collect his corpse. So, Lieutenant Varis obediently sat back down in his seat.

The Zeon officer sitting on the other side was already used to this. After all, despite his impassioned speech, he had never been on the battlefield and his promotion to second lieutenant was only due to his powerful father.

Unfortunately, his beloved father had already died in Abaoa. Under his father's protection, he became a lieutenant in the Zeon Commander's Guard, a mid-level officer. He was caught off guard by the approaching Federation forces and could only escape with the other guards on a spaceship. In the end, he found refuge in the Delaz Fleet.

Because of his good background (his father was a high-ranking officer in the Principality of Zeon's army, and he himself was a platoon leader in the Führer's guard) and his loyalty and reliability (as a second-generation official, he knew nothing but how to shout slogans).

Lieutenant Varis was then handpicked by Lieutenant General Delaz to become a proud member of the advance team, and arrived in Grenada aboard a transport ship.

Of course, everyone knew what kind of person this guy was. After arriving in Grenada, the rest of the advance team secretly received mission instructions and went out to carry out their missions. Only he and another member were left behind to guard the house. Naturally, the other member's task was to keep an eye on this guy who knew nothing and prevent any accidents from happening.

Those who went out were tasked with activating hidden informants in Grenada and gathering intelligence and available strategic resources for Diraz's next phase of objectives.

No matter what, Grenada was a secret base that Zeon had been operating for some time. Even though the Federation forces did their best to screen and monitor people in the area after the war, they still couldn't completely eradicate the Zeon remnants hiding there.

This is not because the Federation forces were not trying hard enough, but because most of these covert operations were planted by the Kycilia Agency. However, after the war, the Kycilia faction began to move towards Axis, and the Federation forces, without usable intelligence, naturally found it difficult to catch the remnants of Zeon.

But the Delaz fleet was different. When they separated from the Kycilia faction, they managed to obtain information about the undercover operations from Vice Admiral Markbe, a surviving member of Abaoakong, one of Kycilia's trusted subordinates.

Now, in order to carry out Delaz's revenge plan, these hidden threads will naturally be activated from their dormant state.

In fact, the warehouse where Lieutenant Varis is currently staying is a secret safe house left behind by the Kycilia Agency. This safe house has been disguised as an ordinary trading company warehouse, or rather, it is a trading company warehouse, but it is divided into two parts. The upper part is used for normal trading processes, while the lower part is the hiding place of the Delaz advance team.

As for that trading company, it was naturally also a business of the Kycilia Agency. In the past, most of the company's revenue had to be handed over to the Kycilia Agency, but now, that money has become a string of zeros in the company president's bank account.

In a way, this was good luck for the advance team. Thanks to the generous rewards from the safe house, the advance team, who had been struggling to eat and sleep in the Reef region, naturally lived a happy life after arriving in Grenada. So much so that Lieutenant Varis, who had only been well-fed for a few days, couldn't help but jump around.

Just as the lieutenant was falling into depression after his ambitions were once again thwarted, a rhythmic knocking sound suddenly came from the hidden door of the safe house.

"They're on our side, open the door!"

The Zeon officer who was reading the newspaper immediately held his breath and listened intently. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the knocking, he urged the lieutenant to open the door.

As the door opened, several tall young men in casual clothes squeezed into the room.

"Commander Eric!"

Upon seeing the tall young man at the head of the group, Lieutenant Varis immediately fawned over him, showering him with concern and offering him a cup of hot tea. He then prepared to massage the man's shoulders, but the latter waved him off.

"Thank you, Lieutenant, but I don't need it for now!"

The young man, known as Eric, politely declined the offer and then began chatting with the people around him.

“I just spoke with Mr. Blau, and Anaheim is still on high alert, so it’s unlikely we can use their equipment to maintain our gear!”

"What can we do then? Without the mechs, we can't carry out Operation Hammer of Punishment!"

"Yes, but Mr. Brau assured us that they could come to the base to prepare equipment for us during their spare time. Although it would take more time, it would be safer and would not attract the attention of the Federal Army and the police!"

"But if that happens, will we still be able to make it in time for the operation?"

"Yes, communication with the fleet has been completely cut off. We can't notify Lord Delaz and the others!"

"Don't worry about that. Leave the communication to me. You just need to keep contacting your respective targets and checking on their situation!"

Seeing the resentful looks on their faces, Eric spoke again.

"I know you are anxious, but please be patient. Operation Tear of the Sky has failed. Now, if we want to retaliate against the Federation forces, we must be patient. Don't forget why Lord Delaz sent us here. Gentlemen, now, time is our ally!"

After a pause, Eric continued.

"During the Battle of Abaoa, I witnessed the rout of our troops. Now, we still lack the ability to confront the Federation forces. Therefore, we can only continue to endure until we have complete confidence. So please, everyone, persevere, for Zeon!"

"For Zeon!"

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