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

Chapter 265 Brother, you... have gained weight?
Char and his crew spent almost half a month hiding in von Braun's underground lab, only emerging from the sea of ​​documents after the New Year was over.

However, this is still quite effective. At least these aliens from Axis can already chat with passersby, calmly deal with local police checking their documents, and even complain about economic development, rising prices, and how their wages are rising too slowly, in order to resonate with the police.

Of course, the real masters of hiding in plain sight are the Zeon veterans of the Mambo. Char even suspected that these guys were hiding their true abilities from him. They were spending lavishly in the red-light district, which brought them countless amounts of alcohol and countless prostitutes. Logically speaking, such extravagant spending would surely pique the curiosity of many, but the von Braun police never went there.

Even when these guys run out of money and have to leave the red-light district, staggering down the street with bottles of alcohol in their hands, the police will turn a blind eye and even deliberately avoid these guys who reek of alcohol and cheap perfume.

"I understand, that's probably what the workers in the lower-level areas of Von Braun are like!"

Char also suddenly realized that it was true. If these Zeon veterans didn't know their identities, they would be no different from the low-level workers in von Braun's army. On the contrary, they were dressed neatly and chatting and laughing together, clearly tourists from out of town!
And when the Mambo veterans, their pockets empty, finally awoke from their hangovers, the long-awaited mission finally resurfaced from the depths of their memories.

Of course, Char's refusal to provide them with funds was also a major reason. Without money to visit brothels, they could only continue to be traitors!
"Colonel, we should focus on our mission first!"

"Actually, I'm already doing it!"

"Oh, when?"

"When you're like little electric motors!"

Xia glanced at the group of people who were walking unsteadily, while the latter were not ashamed at all, and even proudly puffed out their chests.

"What a pity, Colonel, you've already hung up on one guy too early. Otherwise, you could be just as carefree as us!"

"For me, one tree is enough! Also, go take a shower; you can't just go and meet your allies like this, can you?"

The Delaz fleet was indeed hard to find. After all, since the failure of Operation Tear of the Sky, the entire fleet had retreated to the Reef Space Zone. The Federation Forces had organized several searches but had not found any trace of them. If you didn't know better, you would think that the entire fleet had been swallowed by a black hole.

Therefore, Char did not rush to find them, but instead sent his men to Grenada, Zeon's old stronghold, to search for his old comrades.

Finding these old comrades was obviously much easier; Char's men didn't even have to exert much effort to find a run-down bar in a corner of Grenada.

The bar had no name, but a tattered Zeon helmet was painted on its dilapidated door. Pushing the door open, you would see a middle-aged man with one eye blind wiping seemingly endless glasses behind the bar.

The bar's waiters were a man and a woman. The man had lost a leg and walked with a limp, while the woman had lost an arm and was fitted with a mechanical prosthetic.

As for the bar's customers, besides the low-income workers living nearby, there are also some foreign laborers who have come to Grenada to make a living. After all, the drinks here are relatively cheap, and the owner even allows them to pay on credit from time to time, which is very suitable for these guys who are short of money.

When Char's men came to the bar, a little incident occurred. The bar owner was stunned for a moment as if he had seen a ghost, and then pulled out a Zeon assault rifle that was obviously prohibited from being possessed by civilians.

After all, anyone who suddenly sees an old comrade-in-arms they haven't seen in a long time, who is said to be dead, would have some doubts, especially if the other party is dressed in a respectable manner, which is definitely not a good thing.

However, Char's men didn't cause any trouble. After clearing out the bar's customers, they simply took out a box of banknotes.

Seeing the bar full of Hite, the bar owner put away his weapon but remained vigilant. After all, this only meant that the other party was not a Federation lackey. However, the bar owner did not want to get involved with the Zeon remnants. These wounded veterans had lost their former spirit and now only wanted to live out their remaining years in peace. Otherwise, there would be no tattered helmet painted at the entrance of the bar.

"I just want to find someone, I'm not here to bother you!"

The liaison officer didn't expect these three blind, crippled, or missing-arm comrades to do anything, but the boss had his own information channels and some contact with his old friends who made a living in space and operated in the gray area, so passing on a message was no problem.

After confirming their identities, the Axis advance team successfully rendezvoused with the Delaz fleet in Grenada.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Grenada had been constantly infiltrated by Zeon before the war, and during the war it was Kycilia's stronghold. The remaining Zeon forces were like a chronic disease that could not be completely eradicated without drastic measures.

The unique status of lunar cities prevents the Federation from completely eliminating them. Even if Federation troops are stationed in the upper and middle levels, Zeon remnants can simply change their clothes and move freely in the lower levels.

However, the Federal Military Intelligence Agency is also trying to infiltrate, but the urban security police are already sifted through like sieves, so the Federal Army's raids on the lower levels are actually very limited in effectiveness.

Moreover, politics is also a major factor. Not to mention the lunar cities, there are even corrupt elements within the federal government who are colluding with the remnants of Zeon. The Shadow Special Forces under the Military Intelligence Bureau have done a lot of house-cleansing work.

However, the remnants also knew they couldn't be too conspicuous. Those arrogant guys had already died in raids by special forces under the intelligence agency. The assault shotguns used against mobile suits were extremely effective at spraying people, evenly turning them into a bloody mist that couldn't be shoveled away and had to be rinsed with water guns.

Therefore, the Delaz Fleet's contact points are kept very low-key. From the outside, they look no different from secondhand scrap metal recyclers. Of course, in reality, they are secondhand scrap metal recyclers. The Delaz Fleet also has a large number of people. So many people also need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves. In addition, there are expenses for establishing a base in the Reef Space Region. Starting a company can not only generate revenue, but also obtain the necessary equipment under the guise of recycling scrap.

After all, the Delaz Fleet itself had few technical personnel and equipment, and could only rely on the existing maintenance personnel for repairs and maintenance of the fleet and mobile suits.

However, when the two met, the words of mutual appreciation that should have been exchanged suddenly fell silent, mainly because neither of them looked quite like they had expected.

Axis figured that the Delaz fleet must have been fighting in the Earth Sphere for so many years, and its members must be steel warriors with unwavering eyes and iron wills. But the contact point was a Venetian merchant with a beer belly and small eyes, who spoke fluent business jargon and kept calculating his accounts while greeting them.

The Delaz fleet assumed that the advance team must be living a very difficult life in the harsh land of Axis, and that the newcomers must be emaciated and have prominent cheekbones. Therefore, they also prepared a sumptuous stewed meat feast.

But when Char and his men arrived, they found that the group of people were rosy-cheeked and full of energy, showing no signs of hunger at all. In fact, Colonel Char had even gained some weight compared to the time of the One Year War!

Since we're already here, let's start eating!

Once everyone was seated, picked up their chopsticks, knives, and forks, and raised their glasses, the conversation didn't turn to the exhilarating battles of killing the Federation dogs. Instead, it became a collection of mundane family matters. Even Delaz's liaison officer enthusiastically recounted how they snatched business from their competitors, while the gambling addicts on the Mambo were inquiring about where to find affordable and high-quality technicians in Grenada.

Since we're already here, what's wrong with taking a look? I've risked my life for the anti-Federal cause, can't I even enjoy life?
All of this made Xia shake his head in disbelief.

"Colonel, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" "Ah, I ate too many potatoes!"

Char nodded and began to explain, while the head of the Delaz fleet's liaison officer burst into laughter.

"We're much luckier than you guys. The brothers found a pretty good eco-pod in side 4, repaired it, and used it for the fleet. Now we don't have much else, but we have plenty of leafy greens!"

"They are definitely happier than us!"

After spending less than two days at the liaison point, the day arrived for the liaison point to contact the fleet. Afterwards, Char settled some of his subordinates and Lala on the moon, and then took a few trusted men and the crew of the Mambo and boarded the transport ship.

Then, the transport ship, laden with all sorts of junk, took off from Grenada, first loading another batch of discarded and second-hand electronic components on side 1 and side 4, before flying toward the Reef Space Zone.

After navigating the ruins for several days, the transport ship finally arrived at its destination.

"The Delaz fleet isn't in good shape!"

Looking at the warships and mobile suits outside the porthole, Char quickly came to a conclusion. The reason was simple: the Zeon warships still retained their designs from the One Year War era, and even the paint had faded. The types of mobile suits were also varied, including a group of Prisoner GMs, which were mobile suits assembled from salvaged GM parts, except that they had tiger-shaped shoulders and Zaku II shields and weapons.

"Considering their current technological capabilities, it's already quite impressive that they've achieved this!"

Char's confidant, a man with a small mustache named Roberto, said this.

"And our Director Mark Bay is counting on them!"

The view outside the window kept changing until finally it became a huge shadow.

"Dilaz's flagship, the Gevadian!"

Looking at the massive Gvakin, Xia couldn't help but think with a wicked sense of humor what Makarius would do if he saw it. In his memory, anyone who encountered that guy's Gvakin-class was doomed.

Lieutenant General Aijudilaz probably never expected that someone would harbor such great malice towards his flagship before even meeting him. At this moment, as the host, he was sitting in his commander's seat, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Although Delaz, a staunch Gihren supporter, loathed Kycilia's men and even considered shooting them, he understood that the remaining Zeon forces could no longer afford to fight amongst themselves. Gihren and Kycilia were both dead, and now was the time for unity!

But he still had to maintain a certain air, so he remained expressionless until Xia Ya entered the hall and led the way in raising his right hand in salute, at which point a slight smile appeared on his face.

"You've had a long and arduous journey, you must be exhausted!"

"All for Zeon, Your Excellency!"

After a warm exchange of pleasantries, Char had his men bring out the gifts they had brought for Delaz, including a letter of appointment and a large sum of gold, all for Delaz personally.

After all, the remnants of Zeon at this moment, nominally, all had to listen to Prince Minerva, who was far away in Axis, since his name contained the word "Zabi".

Because His Highness is currently struggling with even basic arithmetic, the power of the Principality is being held by the regent Marahajja, and this letter of appointment was issued to Dilaz by him.

The letter of appointment appointed Delaz as the commander of the Zeon Earth Sphere Army, with the authority to control all friendly forces in the area.

Of course, this appointment doesn't really make much difference, since even before the appointment, the remnants of the Earth Sphere still had to listen to Delaz.

But this can be seen as a mutual attitude: Axis nominally relinquishes power to Diraz in exchange for Diraz nominally being under Axis's control.

As for military rank, there's no way to raise it any higher. Dozru's highest rank was only lieutenant general. If you were to promote Delaz to general, that would be a complete reversal of the Heavenly Ranks.

Diraz was very accommodating; he accepted the letter of appointment and the money, and quickly expressed his stance.

"I am willing to continue to serve His Highness Minerva like a loyal dog!"

Thus, far away in Axis, Minerva Zabi, who was diligently studying under Haman's supervision every day, unknowingly gained another nominal army. In this respect, she was much stronger than the entire Zabi family combined, since the previous Zabi could not command the power of the entire faction by herself.

After the pleasantries, everyone could get straight to the point, which was Axis's objective in contacting the Delaz fleet and coordinating efforts between the two sides.

"So, the Axis Front is still unable to return to the Earth Sphere?"

Diraz asked, slightly disappointed.

"Yes, the fleet is also in the midst of rebuilding its strength. If it wants to return, it will have to wait a while longer!"

"But do they know that the Federation Forces are also strengthening their military? With your current size, how much can you strengthen your military? Are you going to give every single one of them a Gundam?"

"I don't know about that, but Axis has indeed developed quite a few new mobile suits, and we brought the data with us, which we have already shared with your troops!"

"That sounds nice, but we're the ones who still have to fight the wars, aren't we?"

(End of this chapter)