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

Chapter 273 Bitter Fruit
"Sir, you can go in now!"

As the fully armed military police pressed the switch on the gate, the high-strength alloy gate in front of Markarius, which ordinary infantry weapons could not break through, slowly slid to the right with a beep.

Then, a brightly lit, enclosed corridor appeared before him.

This is the Federation's highest-level military prison, independently managed by the federal military police force under the Gabro headquarters. As the Federation's highest-level military prison, it holds only high-ranking and powerful individuals. In the past, it mainly housed high-ranking officials from within the Federation, but after the One Year War, it welcomed its first foreign guest.

After obtaining Rebil's authorization, Makarius took Ramball and the gift from Axis to the prison headquarters on the Australian continent.

In fact, there was more than one federal military prison here. There was also a regular army prison right next to Sydney, but unfortunately, it was destroyed along with Sydney by a falling satellite during the One Year War.

It is worth mentioning that when Dozru was sent back to Earth from space by an aircraft, he also witnessed his masterpiece, the huge inland sea located on the original site of Sydney.

This area has now been protected by the Federation as a site of the One Year War, and memorials and monuments to the victims have been built on its perimeter to inform outsiders about the events that took place here.

All transportation facilities passing through this area have also adopted a new customary rule: to observe a minute's silence in memory of the victims.

Dozru seemed very resistant to the visitor's arrival and even refused to meet him, but Makarius handed the security-checked envelope to the gendarme who was delivering the message.

"Show him this, and whatever he says, I'll make him eat it back!"

"As you command, sir!"

Although the envelope had already been checked, the military police still glanced at its contents before turning and leaving again. Immediately afterward, Markarius heard a somewhat ethereal roar coming from afar.

Shortly afterward, Dozruzabi, wearing handcuffs and shackles, dressed in a yellow prison uniform, and with his face neatly groomed, entered the reception room under the escort of eight armed military police.

"Ok?"

Dozru, whose eyes still seemed to be filled with tears, was immediately drawn to Makarius, or rather, Makarius's new epaulettes, as soon as he entered the room.

"Brigadier General? It seems the Federation Army really doesn't want to give us any way out!"

"And you, Lamba, you've also been promoted to lieutenant general?"

Dozru sat down at the table with an air of authority, but his fingers were carefully clutching a photograph of Minerva laughing happily.

So, are you happy?

"I'm so happy! I thought I'd never see her again in my life!"

"Well, I have some bad news!"

"what?"

"Sena is dead!"

Makarius said calmly.

Dozru's smile froze instantly.

"Minerva is currently being raised by Haman and her sister, but considering Haman's age, we can foresee that the emergence of a new Zeon remnant commander is only a matter of time!"

Upon hearing Macarius's words, Dozru suddenly stood up and slammed his fist on the table like an enraged lion.

"Why? If you had these photos, why didn't you bring her back as well?"

“This photo wasn’t obtained by us; it was brought back by Char Aznabul from Axis. That guy’s whereabouts are unknown, and I’d like to know why. So, General, you may sit down!”

Seeing the military police who had already raised their weapons and were preparing to suppress Dozru, Macarius tapped the table.

Dozru then slumped down like a deflated balloon.

"How could this be?"

"Don't ask me, it was you who gave the order!"

"I gave the order simply because I wanted them to survive!"

At this moment, Dozru was heartbroken. Perhaps letting them be captured was a better choice. At least Sena wouldn't have died, and Minerva would have been taken care of.

Most importantly, she can at least stay away from this damn conflict!
Minerva is just a child, and frankly, she has nothing to be used for. But her bloodline and her identity are extraordinary. To put it bluntly, with her in our hands, the remnants of Zeon will have a banner that will never fade. Right now, she is too young to understand and is just being used by others. But once she grows up and actively participates, Dozle can foresee what will happen to her.

After all, he knew all too well how this brigadier general in front of him had risen to this rank so quickly, and if Minerva really reached the point he was thinking of, then Makarius would not be merciful at all!
Dozru couldn't help but recall the moment he returned to Fort Solomon after completing the British mission. When he got home and wanted to hug his daughter, he hallucinated that his hands were covered in blood.

This is a bitter cup of reaping what you sow, and now it's Dozru's turn to swallow it.

Dozru, however, had no chance to make amends. Representatives of victims of the One Year War from across the globe were heading to London to form a massive body of witnesses. Dozru would later be transferred to London by the military police to face the survivors of the massacre.

Dozru had long been prepared for his fate. He was supposed to die in battle at Fort Solomon in 79, but now, being able to survive a few more years was already a great stroke of luck.

Thinking of this, Dozru's eyes reddened again.

Knowing there was no going back, he couldn't help but wonder if Minerva and Sena would have had a different ending if he hadn't given the order.

"Marcarius, may I ask you a favor?"

"Don't beg me. You know I'm a person who judges by the issue, not the person!"

Marcarius leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and even snapped his fingers to signal the gendarme next to him to bring him a cup of tea.

"I understand!"

Dozru nodded, then looked at Ramball, who had remained silent.

"Lamba, if that day ever comes, I'll leave Minerva to you!"

Don't worry!

"Well then, thank you all!"

Dozru then slumped out of the meeting room like an old dog with its bones removed.

"You clearly have a lot to say, so why aren't you saying anything?"

"It's no longer necessary. An era has ended!"

Ramball rubbed his hair and then followed Makarius out of the room.

At that moment, the military policeman came over with the tea.

"Thank you!"

Marcarius didn't mind and simply took the paper cup and headed towards the exit.

"By the way, have you found a place for your next military service?"

"No, what's wrong?" "How about we go to Zeon?"

Ramball hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Are you serious? You don't have any enemies over there, do you?"

Makarius stopped and looked at the other person, who seemed somewhat puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, just guessing whether you'll still have a good life if I go to the Federation's Zeon fleet!"

Ramball's expression immediately changed. Although it seemed like a joke, he knew that Makarius was serious.

"Even if we've been defeated and paid such a terrible price, we're still entangled with the remnants. Do you think it would be a good thing for me to go there!"

"In fact, we have been working very hard to eliminate Zabi's remaining influence!"

“If the cleansing is not thorough, then there is no cleansing at all, you understand, Lieutenant General Ramball? I am willing to give Zeon, and you, a chance because of Sera. There are some things she doesn’t know, but you need to know. Otherwise, why would we appoint you as the military and political leader of Zeon!”

"I understand!"

So, stop having any illusions!

Makarius patted the other man on the shoulder and then said something.

"Reunion, that's my answer!"

Ramball nodded. He now understood why Makarius had brought him to see Dozru. It was a way of telling him that the other path that the Daicunists had imagined was also unrealistic.

The last phrase, "reunite as one," surprised him slightly. He realized then that he had underestimated the other party's ambition.

But now, they are firmly strapped to this vehicle, so he knows what he should and shouldn't do!

Don't you have any idea what's going on?

Looking at the two groups of people arguing heatedly in front of him, Char Aznable couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

After all, he had already watched this kind of performance many times.

The Federation's decision to announce a public trial of Dozru dealt a blow to the remnants far greater than any military operation, because while military operations at most halted the activities of some remnants, this decision directly paralyzed the Earth Sphere remnants' operations.

After all, that was Dozruzabi. He was not only the commander of the Principality of Zeon's Space Fleet, but also the principal of the Principality of Zeon's Military Academy. Almost all the Zeon fleet officers had served under him to some extent, and many of them had even been promoted by him.

Dozru also contributed to the military development of the Principality of Zeon. Compared to the other two Zabi, Dozru was more like a pure soldier.

His existence is a banner, a banner that inspires morale and uplifts people.

Therefore, the remnants naturally wanted to rescue Dozle. To this end, whether they were pirates in the Earth Sphere, middlemen in the colonies, or simply wandering around, they all gathered on the flagship of the Delaz fleet and began to plan for the rescue of Dozle.

When Char Aznable first witnessed such a meeting, he even remarked to his subordinates.

"To be able to bring together people from all three factions like this is something that even during the Duchy era, nothing has been possible!"

However, despite the gathering, the rescue of Dozru remained a mess. This was not because there were bad people among the crowd, but because everyone was too radical.

"We'll assemble the entire fleet, head straight for the Federation's orbital defense network, then dump all our troops into London and rescue Commander Dozle!"

"Okay, that's how we should do it!"

A very clever person made this statement, which earned him a round of applause.

However, the plan was subsequently opposed.

"The Federation's orbital defense network is no longer what it used to be. In addition to the previous Pentagram base, they have also built a brand new Philadelphia space station, deployed heavy firepower, and have a massive fleet. Going there would be suicide!"

"You coward, so be it! Back in the One Year War, my troops dared to face the Federation's nuclear bombs as they fell, and we'll do it again now!"

"Then you don't even look at how many people have died. Your current troops could withstand several bombings!"

"Then let's watch our commander die. Fine, I knew you guys under Kycilia were no good. Back when my regiment fought Baikonur, you were the ones who dragged us down!"

"Bullshit! The reason you can't take Baikonur is because the Red Dragon is blocking your positions and slaughtering you piece of trash like pigs! What does that have to do with me!"

"Your resource gathering troops are occupying the HLV, preventing our heavy equipment from being delivered immediately. How can you say that's not holding us back! If we had the heavy equipment, we would have taken it down long ago. So what if it's a Red Dragon? I'll just blast it to pieces!"

"Your heavy equipment is important, but our resource extraction troops are not. Without us working day and night on Earth, you'd be fighting the Federation Army with a fire poker! You even killed the Red Dragon with one shot? Why weren't you this capable when your division commander was being used as target practice!"

"Stop talking nonsense! You claimed to be gathering resources, but what did you actually gather? The amount of minerals you brought back wasn't even as much as the rockets you threw away! What a load of crap you collected!"

"You fucking want to cause trouble, don't you?"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

Seeing that these people were about to start fighting again, Xia's subordinate couldn't help but whisper.

"Sir, aren't you going to say anything? This isn't a meeting to discuss things; it's more like they're here to settle old scores!"

"What's the rush? Our general hasn't even given the order yet!"

"But the noise they're making doesn't seem like they want to rescue Prince Dozru at all!"

"Do you really think these guys can rescue Prince Dozru?"

Char shifted his position and then spoke.

"what do you mean?"

"Impossible. The Federation organized a public trial and even invited survivor representatives from various sides to London. They might be waiting for us to take a desperate gamble and jump into London. What do you think they've been doing these past few years? Did they build the fleet just to put on display?"

"Not to mention, our old friends might be waiting there!"

"An old friend? You mean Red Dragon?"

"Yeah, that guy's already a general!"

"He's only in his early twenties, right? And he already holds the rank of general?"

"Yes, and this is something he earned through sheer hard work. We sent him hundreds of mobile suits and dozens of warships, and we literally propelled him to this level. To that guy, all of us here are no longer just people, but walking military merits!"

"Even you now can't do anything about it?"

"If there were a way, would we still be here?"

(End of this chapter)