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

Chapter 241 A mistake
"Run, run!"

On the chaotic streets, panicked crowds were desperately fleeing into the distance, with plumes of smoke rising and explosions echoing behind them.

Through the smoke and dust of the explosion, dozens of steel giants could be seen fiercely battling in the buildings near the harbor.

Although they were far away, the models of those mobile suits could still be roughly identified. There were GMs, Zakus, and a fully armored Gundam. If a time traveler came here, he would surely shout in surprise, "So it's a Gundam fighting against the remnants of Zeon!"

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that not all of those Jims are Jims; a significant portion of them are Zanis from the Nanyang Alliance. Their appearances can be quite deceptive when viewed from a distance.

At this moment, nearly a dozen Zanis were struggling against attacks from a small number of enemies on the coastline, along with several assembled Zaku 1 and Zaku 2 parts.

"What are the ground troops doing? Haven't they finished evacuating the supplies yet?"

In Zani's cockpit, a monk pilot watched as a sharp beam of light from afar mercilessly took away a friendly unit, and immediately began to curse angrily.

"We're about to be overwhelmed!"

"Even if we can't stop them, we have to. Those supplies are extremely important, and we must keep them at bay in the harbor. I've already dispatched more people to help!"

On the communication channel, a voice, though aged, was full of energy.

"Abbot Halik?"

"Understood!"

"Everything for Lei Fanhu!"

The monk soldiers and mechanized pilots immediately roared as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Some pilots even recited prayers devoutly in the cockpit. Hearing the familiar scriptures, these pilots from the Nanyang Alliance became even more passionate. Although no one shouted slogans like "Don't underestimate our bond," their tactical coordination became smoother and more fluid, which speaks volumes.

However, the biggest problem is that their opponent is none other than the NT1 Gundam, which was developed by the Federation Forces Logistics and Equipment Department in 0079 using countless technologies and at great cost. Their pilot is Macarius, who is hated and feared by countless Zeon pilots at the same time.

Therefore, his answer consisted of only one word!

"boring!"

Sitting in the fully armored NT1, Markarius simply stepped on the pedal to face the incoming firepower. The seemingly cumbersome NT1 then moved dozens of meters away at a speed completely unrelated to its massive size. After that, a series of 120mm shells landed around the spot where he had just been standing.

While NT1 was dodging, Makarius had already spotted the assembled Zaku that was firing at him from a distance of a kilometer. It was quite a feat for the engineers of the Nanyang Alliance to assemble it. If it were placed in a museum, it could have a decent ending. But in the end, Makarius raised the twin beam rifle in his right hand and then pressed the trigger on the control stick.

A sharp purple beam burst forth again, grazing the rooftops of rows of deserted buildings before striking the assembled Zaku before it could even react. The beam cleanly sliced ​​through its chest armor, then shot out from behind it, its power undiminished, before finally crashing into a small hill behind the harbor.

Although the assembled Zaku's body was still intact, the cockpit in the chest area had melted into a pool of molten iron, carrying the pilot inside and flowing out from the chest. Although the molten iron quickly solidified due to the drop in temperature, a terrifyingly huge hole remained in the Zaku's chest.

After destroying the assembled Zaku, Makarius pulled the machine around quickly, switched his beam rifle from charged to normal fire, and then fired several shots rapidly into the air not far away. The low-altitude airspace was then ignited by the explosion. Only then did a Federation GM located below the airspace realize what had happened.

The monk soldiers were attempting to launch indirect fire at him with old-fashioned cannons, but the shells were detonated in mid-air by Makarius.

"Sir, thank you!"

"It's alright. You two send two units to take out their artillery positions. Leave this to me!"

During the conversation, two more Zanis were destroyed by Makarius. They probably thought that by crouching behind the building and blocking their bodies, they could sneak up on the advancing Federation troops. However, the small heads of the Zanis were still quite obvious in Makarius's eyes. After visually confirming that there was no one in the visible area inside the building, Makarius directly chose to shoot through the wall.

"Those damned federal bastards, attacking civilian buildings!"

Seeing the friendly aircraft being destroyed not far away, a chubby old monk standing on the ground jumped up and down in a panic. He was the highest-ranking officer of the local Order of Order, known as Abbot Halik.

Seeing the abbot roaring in anger, the monks responsible for protecting him didn't care much. After all, it was the abbot who gave the order to use the city's buildings to delay the Federation army's advance after being forced out of the harbor!
Moreover, the federal army was actually quite restrained; in fact, they even waited several tens of minutes after issuing warnings to allow the civilians time to evacuate before launching their attacks.

Once inside the city, the other party acted very cautiously.

The abbot was actually aware of these things, but he still couldn't accept seeing his hard work destroyed.

"Damn Gundam, that damned Gundam..."

Just as the abbot went berserk, a purple particle beam suddenly flashed overhead, instantly illuminating half the sky and giving the monks a great shock. At the end of the beam, a Zani carrying a rocket launcher was slowly crashing into the ground.

"Abbot, it's no longer safe here, we need to leave!"

"No, those goods haven't been delivered yet, I can't leave. They're all Lord Lei Fanhu's hard work. Infantry company, aren't you in position yet?"

“We are close to our goal, Abbot Halik!”

"Then open fire!"

Inside NT1, Makarius was still wary of the dense cluster of buildings when suddenly, several rockets launched into the air near him and hurtled towards his machine. Caught off guard, he didn't have time to turn his gun, but fortunately, the first shot was still enough to react.

Makarius turned his view and pulled the trigger. The rocket that had rushed to his side was immediately detonated by the barrage of bullets. Before the smoke cleared, the subsequent barrage accurately covered the location where the rocket had come from. Under the strafing of the 60mm Gatling gun, the houses where the monks were hiding were almost instantly torn apart and demolished. The infantry inside had nowhere to escape and could only watch helplessly as they were covered.

"Spartacus, requesting a rescan of my region!"

After taking down those courageous infantrymen, Makarius halted his advance. This was the first time he had encountered infantry in the South Pacific Alliance, and coupled with the enemy mobile forces fighting alongside him in the city, he suspected something was amiss, as the enemy was clearly trying to stall for time!
"Received, scanning in progress!"

The Spartan and the core fighters patrolling above the airspace then activated their more sophisticated optical systems, and he subsequently received a report.

"Colonel, there's an enemy convoy four kilometers southwest of you, loading containers. We've already sent you live video footage!"

Marcarius then saw a large group of monks gathered outside an underground warehouse disguised as a civilian house. At that moment, a shipping container was being lifted high by a crane, ready to be placed on a transport truck at the warehouse entrance. "I'll go take a look!"

NT1 then changed direction, and this move immediately triggered a chain reaction. Several more Zanis hidden in the city jumped out as if their lungs had been punctured, trying to stop NT1's advance.

"Sure enough!"

Seeing that NT1 was still approaching, several Zanis disregarded everything else and charged towards NT1 while firing. Meanwhile, the Nanyang Mobile Suit units in other parts of the city also began to move towards this location, but they were quickly intercepted by the GM squad behind Macarius.

At the same time, the Sparta, having received Makarius's message, quickly assembled an infantry assault team. They took off swiftly aboard landing craft located on the Sparta's left forearm, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the warehouse and intercept the convoy.

But the fastest to act was Makarius!
Seeing the approaching enemy Zani, Makarius simply gave up dodging and went all out, firing his shoulder cannon and beam rifle in rapid succession. He didn't care about the damage to the buildings. In just a few dozen seconds, all the Zani blocking his way were pierced through.

But a Zani approaching from the side and rear of Macarius had already pounced on him. Seeing the Gundam still firing forward, the Zani's monk pilot's face immediately showed a twisted expression of joy, hatred, and other complex emotions. His mobile suit swung its heat axe and slashed down hard at NT1.

"Die!"

Just when pilot Zani thought he was about to take down his opponent, he suddenly felt something light up in front of the cockpit, and then everything went black.

"A knife addiction is no good habit!"

Marcarius maneuvered the machine back to his left hand, where a beam saber was gleaming pink. The Zani remained in an axe-wielding stance, but a deep wound stretched from its abdomen to its chest.

Now, there are no more obstacles between him and the team!

"Abbot, let's go!"

As NT1 leaped up and swiftly melted the truck's cab with its beam saber, Harik's men finally reacted, shoving the over 200-pound abbot into a car. Before the abbot could adjust his position, the driver floored the gas pedal and sped off.

Then, Abbot Halik felt like clothes in a washing machine, being tossed and turned in a speeding car. His head kept hitting the car door, the roof, and even the floor, making him dizzy.

"Abbot, hold on a little longer, we'll escape soon..."

The driver also saw the abbot rolling around like a ball, but he couldn't stop to let him sit still because the NT1 had already turned its attention to him.

Now, the buildings behind the vehicle have been trampled to ashes.

Just as the driver was saying this, NT1 appeared in the rearview mirror.

Then, a huge shadow fell over the car, and the next second, Abbot Halik no longer needed to turn into a ball, because the entire car had been picked up by NT1.

"Oh, looks like a high-ranking official!"

Looking at the disheveled old monk in the car, whose robes were adorned with jewels and whose skin was glossy and smooth, Makarius, with a mischievous grin, picked up the car and shook it.

"Sir, we have taken control of the transport vehicle!"

Meanwhile, fully armed Federation infantry had taken control of the warehouse and half of the transport vehicle. Several unruly monks were still lying on the ground receiving a special kind of emotional education from the Federation forces. A commander was talking to Macarius while striding towards the truck bed.

"The container is being opened now!"

"be careful!"

"understand!"

With the activation of the hydraulic lock, the sealed container was opened with a creak, and then a row of flashlight beams shone into the dark interior of the container.

"Is it a rocket launcher?"

The commander looked at the general appearance of the cargo and said uncertainly.

"Zeon's beam rocket launcher!"

Marcarius was quite familiar with it; he recognized it at a glance—it was the same beam weapon used by the Great Demon Rick, and judging from its design, it seemed to be a later-produced model.

"Looks like we've caught a big fish!"

Marcarius walked back to the warehouse, put the car on the ground, and then the driver, who could no longer hold his crotch, and Abbot Halik fled in a disheveled state.

"I think you can give me a satisfactory answer, right?"

Marcarius controlled the machine, kneeling on the ground. The machine's monitors flashed red light, making it look particularly terrifying.

"I won't say anything!"

Abbot Halik looked like a strong warrior at that moment, except his pants were a bit dirty and wet!
"It's alright, I have some friends who are very good at communicating with you. Also, don't think your bald friend can save you. After all, he wasn't this arrogant when he was selling his ass to some big shot in Anaheim!"

"you……"

Abbot Halik's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He knew perfectly well who Makarius was referring to.

"What, you don't know how to refute this anymore? Because you don't know anything about his past?"

"It's alright, I'll show you the photos from back then. Besides, I know about his little tricks with you, so if you have the chance, please pass on a message to him for me: tell him to wash his neck clean and wait, I'll personally send him on his way!"

　I got up at 6 a.m. this morning to start writing, and have been working against the clock until now. It's almost the end of the month, so I'm asking for a monthly vote. I should be able to post an extra chapter this afternoon or tomorrow to make up for yesterday's leave.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)