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

Chapter 275 The London Trials
"Execute the executioner!"

"Avenge the blood debt owed to Rum!"

As autumn rains fell in succession, a chill gradually crept into the world, but on the streets of London, the continuous rain and mist did nothing to dispel the sweltering heat in the alleys.

Although the Federation had selected thousands of representatives of the universe to serve as witnesses at the trial, hundreds of thousands of war survivors still flooded the streets of London, vowing to see the damned executioner go to hell so that their dead relatives and friends could rest in peace.

During the preparation for the trial, these survivors tirelessly carried out marches, holding up portraits of their loved ones and various signs, constantly walking through the streets of the city, from Piccadilly to the Thames, from Beddington to Walham, their figures could be seen everywhere.

The old Union Jack supporters in London weren't too annoyed by these guys. After all, they were well-behaved and, besides the parade, they brought a lot of economic benefits to the area. Some wealthy space residents were even preparing to buy back local properties. So, everyone initially just watched with a "let's see what happens" attitude.

However, as the day of the trial drew near, a sense of urgency crept into the lively atmosphere.

Large numbers of federal police began appearing on the streets of London. They did not interfere with the march, but they maintained close surveillance, and snipers were deployed on the city's rooftops.

With less than a week to go before the trial, large numbers of federal army troops entered the city. Soldiers set up checkpoints at the crossroads, deployed anti-aircraft weapons in parks and green spaces, and even mobile soldiers were transported into the city and stood among the skyscrapers.

Not only in the city, but also outside the city, the Federal Army garrison has also launched a strict defense. Air Force mobile suits and fighter jets are stationed at the airport, the Navy has dispatched the Atlantic Fleet to block the near sea area, and the Navy's anti-submarine patrol aircraft have even expanded their patrol area to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

The federal government and military are well aware of how special Dozru's identity is, so in order to sever the remaining party's obsession, strike at their belief in resistance, and eliminate their fighting will, this trial must be foolproof.

In fact, some within the Federation had considered giving Dozru a way out, since the law serves not only to punish but also to educate. However, after repeated meetings and discussions, this idea was ultimately rejected. If there were other survivors in the Zabi family, the Federation might have shown leniency towards Dozru, at least by not sentencing him to death. But now, there is no room for maneuver.

It seemed like another peaceful morning, and everything in the prison was as usual. But suddenly, a large number of prison guards and military police appeared in every corner of the prison, and the prison's daily operations came to a standstill.

Dozru, who was writing furiously at the small table in his room, also sensed something was wrong. Then, footsteps were heard outside his solitary confinement room.

"Lord Dozru!"

When Dozru heard that the other party was calling his name instead of his number, he sighed. Then, he turned his head and saw the fully armed warden and a whole squad of armed military police standing outside the wide-open cell door.

"I understand. Please give me a little more time to finish writing this letter!"

Dozru remained calm, which relieved the warden, who was worried that the man might suddenly lash out or do something else. He had specifically summoned a whole squad of military police, armed with stun batons and tranquilizer guns, and a medical team was on standby in case of any accidents.

Therefore, the warden did not refuse Dozru's request, after all, there was still plenty of time.

Dozru didn't waste any time. He quickly finished writing the letter and put it in a box next to him. At that moment, the box was filled with the same envelopes, which were even stacked up.

"Please pass these items on to Minister Ramball of the Republic of Zeon later!"

"Okay, please don't worry!"

"Thank you!"

After thanking the warden, Dozru stood up and, in front of everyone, took off his prison uniform and put on a clean suit. Then, he held out his hands and let the military police handcuff and shackle him.

After all this was done, the vast crowd escorted Dozru to the end of the corridor.

After Dozru was escorted out of the prison building by layers of soldiers, he saw rows of pure black police-painted GMs standing in various corners of the prison on combat duty. On the parade ground, there was also a huge C88 transport plane and several Federal Air Force mobile suits and flight ramps.

Meanwhile, several fighter jet formations were maintaining vigilance in the sky, and even further away, more dark shapes could be seen.

"Wow, you've got quite a grand procession!"

"There's nothing I can do about it. After all, your old subordinates are really troublesome!"

The warden gestured for him to proceed and then spoke.

"However, I am very grateful for your care these days!"

After Dozru boarded the plane, he saw more armed troops waiting with live ammunition. In the center of the transport plane's cabin was an open single cell, clearly prepared for him!
"You're welcome. Well then, have a safe journey, Lord Dozru!"

Subsequently, the military police handed over Dozru to the officer in charge. After Dozru boarded the plane, the officer in charge came over and saluted him.

"Lord Dozru, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"you are?"

"I am Pierce, a member of the Rangers. During the Battle of Farmington, it was under the command of Brigadier General Makarius that I cut off Highway 80!"

"So it was you who did it!"

Dozru smiled wryly upon hearing this. The Battle of Farmington was a turning point in the North American campaign. The Zeon army lost its offensive capabilities from that battle onwards. He never expected to run into these people again!

"With you guys around, our defeat was not unjust!"

"You flatter me. Please bear with us for a moment as we will soon be transferring to another mode of transportation!"

"Oh, not sitting here?"

"The Midia is a bit too shabby for you. We've prepared a mode of transportation more befitting your status!"

Although Dozru was puzzled, he had no choice but to obey orders. Then, the Median, escorted by fighter jets, flew directly to a military airfield. Afterward, Dozru's expression turned even more grim.

"Gau-class!"

"Yes, rest assured, Your Excellency, this Ga'u-class aircraft has been modified by us, and its comfort level will be improved!"

"That's not what I'm worried about!" Dozle felt a pang of frustration as he looked at the behemoth at the end of the runway. After all, this thing was designed by Zeon, but now, the giant aircraft carrier designed and built by Zeon was going to transport him, a Zeon prisoner of war, to be tried under the operation of the Federation Forces. What a tragic drama!

Of course, the Federation did not intend to mock Dozru by arranging the Gau-class carriers. After all, the journey from Australia to Europe is long, the C88 is not comfortable enough, and it requires refueling. However, the Gau-class carriers can fly directly there and are safer. After all, apart from the few Gau-class carriers captured, the Federation has no other large aircraft carriers available!

Dozru's treatment on the Gau-class was much better. Although he was still handcuffed and monitored, he had a private room and a large bed where he could sleep comfortably. In addition, he could eat a more substantial airline meal on the Gau-class. If he were to fly on the C88, he would only have field rations.

Soon after receiving Dozru, the Gau-class ship started its engines and quickly soared into the sky. Propelled by its thermonuclear jet engine, it rapidly climbed to an altitude of 20,000 meters. At this altitude, the remnants had no chance of intercepting this huge aircraft. As it descended, it entered the cover range of the European Federation forces.

"The weather in London is still so awful!"

When the massive Gau-class aircraft landed at Heathrow Airport, it was still drizzling in London. Dozru refused the soldiers' offer to hold an umbrella for him and walked into the rain, feeling the cool raindrops on his face. He then sighed again.

"I wish Minerva could see a view like this!"

Then, in the fine rain, Dozru boarded an unremarkable helicopter again and flew towards the courthouse in central London.

The Federation did not notify the media of the helicopter's appearance, and the news was not even received until the helicopter landed and Dozru disembarked under the escort of the Federation troops.

"What? Dozruzabi has already been sent to the scene?"

The disappointment of the reporters was palpable. After all, they had no chance to interview him at all. If the Federation had delivered Dozru by ground transport, the cameramen might have been able to capture something. But now, they could only look longingly towards the rooftop, but apart from the cold-faced, fully armed Federation snipers, they couldn't get any footage.

Char, who was drifting along the African coastline, also learned of this news.

"The Federation forces did indeed choose airlift!"

"Air freight is the safest option for them, but these guys acted so quickly, even keeping it from the media, which is unusual!"

“There’s nothing wrong with that. The Federation Army isn’t stupid. We’re facing an opponent even stronger than during the One Year War. Their intelligence and military strength far surpass ours. Otherwise, why would Delaz be so obediently squatting in the Reef Space Region?”

"So what do we do now?"

"Let's return to base!"

Xia waved his hand and then said.

"This is a doomed operation, believe it or not, that guy Delaz won't even bother to send anyone!"

"What about the others?"

"Good luck to you! There's nothing left to hope for among the remnants of the Earth Sphere!"

"Colonel, you are...?"

"Yes, Roberto, I'm planning to change my lifestyle, so, would you like to come?"

"I understand, I will follow you forever!"

"Well, for now, let's keep our friends company and watch a good show!"

Char pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes fixed on the lit television screen. As the scene changed, the exterior of the special court where Dozle was being tried appeared on the screen.

"How long will the whole process take, Colonel?"

"It's hard to say. It will take at least half a month. The federal government has prepared nearly 500,000 words of indictment materials alone, plus the thousands of witnesses. Dozru is in for a tough time!"

In reality, Char underestimated Dozle's resilience, or rather, his unwavering will.

The moment Dozru stepped off the plane, he was mentally prepared to accept everything, whether it was condemnation or humiliation. He walked step by step down the softly carpeted corridor with a blank expression, and then stopped in front of an extremely thick wooden door.

Then, the double wooden doors were suddenly pushed open, and the scene inside the room was finally revealed to him.

It was a huge circular conference room. On the central platform stood rows of federal judges, while on either side of them were a vast, densely packed crowd. When he appeared at the door, the low murmur of conversation in the hall suddenly ceased.

As the military police on either side guided Dozru to take his steps, a high-pitched, shrill female voice came from the judge's left, like a stone thrown into a pool.

"The murderer, the butcher!"

Just as a flood burst through a dam, a torrent of curses swept in, instantly filling Dozru's ears.

Dozru, however, gritted his teeth and focused intently on moving forward, finally stopping a little behind the center of the hall.

There stood his seat, with three rows of military police forming a square to protect it. On the other side of the witness stand, a human wall of military police blocked the crazed and frantic witnesses.

Dozru turned his head slightly and saw a young mother with gray hair and sallow skin crying out while holding up an innocent, smiling face.

"Minerva, I hope you remember this day. In the end, people must take responsibility for their actions..."

At that moment, Dozru recalled the contents of the last letter he left for his daughter.

His inner defenses had collapsed the moment he was captured, and now, the fact that he could still stand here was to teach his daughter a final lesson through his actions.

The Zabi family has committed countless crimes in the past, crimes for which Dozru's life alone is not enough to atone for even a fraction of the crimes. Therefore, Dozru will not cover up or evade them; he will confess everything and bear all the consequences, just to let the world know the whole truth.

(End of this chapter)