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

Chapter 313 Isn't it normal for a three-person team to have four Gundams?

Marcarius didn't rush to answer Rebil's question, and Rebil didn't urge him either. This wasn't a formal meeting; it was just an old man who couldn't sleep chatting with a young man.

What was Makarius doing? He wasn't thinking about anything; instead, he was enjoying a sandwich. The cook at headquarters was quite skilled; even a simple ham sandwich was made quite delicious. Moreover, the sandwich's contents seemed familiar to Makarius.

Makarius thoroughly enjoyed the steamed bread, fried ham, and lettuce washed with warm water, all seasoned with mayonnaise.

After swallowing the sandwich, Makarius wiped his mouth and then spoke.

"First of all, the stationed fleets definitely cannot be moved, so I personally think that we should still form a temporary battle group!"

"Because this combat group is tasked with high-speed maneuverability, its configuration must be carefully considered! It needs to be high-speed, long-range, and heavily armed!"

Rebil suddenly laughed, because Macarius's words were as good as nothing. Currently, the Federation's warships are diverse, but those that meet Macarius's suggestions are only the new ships. Therefore, Macarius's clear meaning is that the fleet configuration of the battle group should be entirely composed of the new LaCellam-class and Crap-class ships. Of course, if there are Alexander-class and Birmingham-class ships, that would be even better!
Of course, he dared not say this openly at the meeting, because he would definitely get beaten up if he did. Although Falkwellton has already begun to build two new types of warships for the fleet at full speed, it is still far from enough to meet the needs of the Federation's space fleet. Just satisfying the needs of the main fleets has caused many fleet commanders to argue heatedly. Now, with the addition of Macarius, the situation is bound to be even more explosive.

Even Tianm, who is on good terms with Makarius, would most likely untie his copper-headed leather belt and use it to whip Makarius like a top.

After all, the number of new ships launched at Falkwellington Shipyard in a single batch is not enough to form a strike group fleet.

"and then?"

"Gone!"

As he spoke, Makarius picked up another sandwich. To be honest, he was really hungry now. Dealing with the two little goblins had already taken a lot of his energy, and now that he had talked to Rebil for so long, he felt a great appetite.

Rebil seemed quite pleased that the other party had devoured most of his late-night snack. In reality, he didn't usually eat much, and any extra sandwiches were usually given to his secretaries to share. However, it seemed that the secretaries would have to ask the kitchen to make a new one.

"You have no plans for mobile suits and subsequent strategic deployments?"

"What plan do you need? Six Rakarams can carry 120 mobile suits, a whole combat regiment. Add our three-person squad and some extra elite pilots, and even if Dozle's space attack force is there, I dare to go up and fight him, let alone the remnants!"

"A three-person team?"

Rebil was also very interested.

"You mean yourself, Amuroray, and Char Aznable, right?"

"Yeah, the three of us, plus four Gundams, who would dare to come and mess with us!"

"Wait, why are there four Gundams?"

"Isn't it a common configuration for a three-person team to have four Gundams? Amuro and I will be responsible for piloting two Z Gundams, Char will pilot one MK2, and the other one, the Acid Berry, will be on standby on the ship. If necessary, I can also requisition the GP03D that Anaheim Electronics built for the Federation Forces. That makes five Gundam units!"

"With this setup, you could easily take down the Gabro base!"

"Actually, beating London wouldn't be bad either!"

Makarius's sly smile made Rebil's eyes twitch involuntarily.

I'd say the same thing about me!
Thanks to the efforts of the Federal Army Construction Corps and the financial support of the Federal Government, the problem of desertification on Earth has been curbed to some extent. Therefore, the Federal Parliament has not moved and is still in London. Makarius's words made it very clear that they were just waiting for Santa Claus to give the order so that they could stage a coup against the Parliament, argue the pros and cons to the Speaker, and then put Santa Claus in his golden robe!
"Don't even think about it. I'm just waiting to retire and go back to the Mediterranean for a vacation. However, what I'm most worried about is the Federation's military reforms and the security of the Earth Sphere. But now, with you here, I can go home and be a happy fisherman without worry!"

Rebil couldn't help but stand up and tap Markarius on the head. He was very confident in the kid's execution ability, so he couldn't give them any more chances!
"What about the subsequent expedition plans? Aren't you worried about that either?"

"Leave those matters to your old bastard. It's time he experienced the workload of the Commander-in-Chief of the Federation Army!"

Rebil pointed to the hour hand, which was pointing to the number one.

"And who knows, maybe in another ten or twenty years, you'll be able to give it a try!"

"I will definitely leave work at six o'clock sharp!"

Makarius shook his head like a rattle-drum. He's already the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces, yet he still has to work overtime every night and have no days off all year round. He might as well not be the Commander-in-Chief!
"It's a pity that the things I need you to do won't come to my door according to your schedule!"

As he spoke, Rebil finished the last bit of milk in his glass and then wiped his beard.

"Alright, it's getting late, I need to go home too. You should go home as well. Also, don't forget the meeting at 10 a.m. tomorrow!"

"Sir, I don't think I need to participate!"

Marcarius was genuinely afraid of being besieged by those fleet commanders, but Rebil didn't give him that chance at all.

"That won't do. You're responsible for explaining the solution you proposed. That's an order!"

"Yes, Markarius, I obey your command!"

After leaving the headquarters building, Makarius got into the car that had picked him up and went back to his room. He thought the two women were already asleep, but when Makarius opened the suite door, he found them having a late-night snack, a steak dinner that had just come out of the pot. As soon as he smelled it, Makarius knew that it was the food from the small restaurant that was reserved for the General Headquarters.

However, this was the first time he had heard that the restaurant offered delivery service.

"Yes, but the delivery fee is a bit expensive!"

"And we're using your meal card!"

"You're not allowed to use mine next time. It's not easy to save up some money. If you need to use something, use the old man's! He has more money on his card!"

After replenishing their energy, the boxing match naturally moved into the second half.

As expected, the next morning, Makarius yawned repeatedly. In order to avoid falling asleep during the meeting, he bought a triple-strength black coffee from the vending machine in the hallway and drank it down.

"Marcarius, hmm, why do you look so dejected?"

As Makarius was making coffee, a very familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Sir?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Makarius gave a perfunctory military salute, behaving as if they were old friends.

Tianm couldn't help but laugh and punch him.

"When you weren't a general, you swung your arm so decisively and cleanly, but now that you're a general, you start to just go through the motions!"

"Isn't it because we're familiar with each other?" "You just said we're familiar, right?"

When Tianm heard what Makarius said, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Of course! With our friendship, there's no need to say more. We fought our way through countless trials and tribulations!"

"That's good. You'll have to help me later!"

"Oh, how can I help you?"

"I have a bit of a dispute with that bastard McNa about the ownership of the new batch of battleships, so you'd better put in a good word for me during the meeting!"

"what?"

"What do you mean 'oh'? It's settled then!"

Tianm then patted Makarius on the shoulder and went into the conference room first.

Now, Makarius was even more panicked!
The meeting was then convened under the chairmanship of Reibill. After discussing a number of issues concerning the internal and external affairs of the Federation Army, Major General Lunes from the Military Intelligence Bureau took the stage to give a briefing on the remnant party.

At first, the generals were dismissive, thinking that the intelligence agency could easily eliminate the few remaining remnants. However, after Makarius's analysis report, along with the intelligence agency's own intelligence, the people present became much more serious.

"So we can't determine the size and location of the enemy yet, is that right?"

"Yes, but considering the time it took for the enemy to infiltrate, we suspect they have already approached the Earth Sphere, or are waiting just outside the edge of darkness!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Find them, crush them!"

"The enemy's fleet is a minor problem. The important thing is that if Axis remains in the enemy's hands, then they can continuously supply fleets to launch a counterattack on Earth Sphere!"

"Then let's launch an expedition against Axis!"

"The expedition to Axis won't be easy. Considering the Jupiter fleet, we must start preparing supplies as soon as possible!"

The officers immediately began to discuss the matter animatedly. It could be said that these Federation generals were remarkably united on the issue of the expedition to Axis: Axis had to be attacked, or else they would be traitors to the Federation!
However, no matter how they fought, there were still many conflicts among them!
"Alright, everyone, the expedition to Axis is not our immediate problem. Dealing with the remnants of the enemy forces that have infiltrated the Earth Sphere is the most important thing!"

Rebil then tapped the table, interrupting everyone's speech.

"Considering the current situation between the enemy and ourselves, deploying a large-scale main fleet would be detrimental to fighting the remnants. Therefore, I have decided to select some new main warships and elite troops to form a mobile strike combat group!"

The fleet commanders were stunned when they heard this, until Rebil announced the fleet's composition.

"The mobile strike battle group will consist of six LaCellam-class battleships, fourteen Crap-class cruisers, two Alexander-class heavy cruisers, and two brand-new Pegasus-class cruisers!"

Damn it, someone stole my boat!
"The mobile strike battle group will be commanded by Brigadier General Makariusskrinni!"

The next second, Markarius was instantly surrounded by the gazes of a group of commanders, especially Tianm, who was furiously tugging at his mustache and letting out a silent sneer.

"The mission of the battle group is to completely eliminate this remnant fleet and prevent its infiltration and sabotage of the Federation. The Military Intelligence Bureau will be responsible for providing intelligence support to the battle group!"

Rebil then pointed to Makarius's name.

"Marcarius, now tell me your plan of action!"

"Yes!"

What else could Macarius say but go up and tell everyone how he was preparing to launch Zeon Friends? When the generals heard that Macarius's combat force configuration included four main Gundam mobile suits, they were both amused and exasperated.

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, but this strength seems a bit too much!"

Djamitov, who was promoted to commander of the Second Fleet, couldn't help but feel sorry for the remnants. Of course, if he knew that Makarius had also prepared a squadron of MSA-005S Metas Kai for the mobile strike group, he might have laughed out loud.

"Doesn't this configuration seem a bit like making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Vice Admiral Mike of the Third Fleet couldn't help but push up his glasses before speaking.

"This isn't making a mountain out of a molehill, but rather a warning shot. The remnants of Zeon want to disrupt our military buildup, and we can disrupt theirs just as easily. By crushing the enemy with overwhelming force, Axis will inevitably be affected. If we then make the gesture of assembling an expeditionary fleet..."

"Then these guys will be even more restless!"

"So, will the Zeon remnants of Axis choose to continue their escape?"

"Where can they escape to? Axis is already on the edge of the known civilized world. If they escape again, can they possibly escape to the Milky Way?"

"It's also possible that they'll resort to desperate measures and gather all their strength to return to the Earth Sphere!"

"That would be even better, saving us from a costly expedition!"

Marcarius's plan immediately won the approval of almost everyone, except for Tianm, who stroked his mustache and asked unwillingly.

"However, why does the strike fleet need four Gundams? You only have three main pilots, don't you?"

"Because it's standard practice for a three-person team to be paired with four mobile suits!"

"Those two transformable Gundams aren't enough for you to build, kid. I strongly demand that the First Fleet be given new transformable Gundams as well!"

"Me too! I was wondering why you were so generous in giving us the MK2 before. Turns out, this is the reason!"

"Uh, there's no need to worry about the transformable Gundam. A brand new upgraded version is under development, and it will be distributed immediately once it passes testing and acceptance!"

"Well, that's pretty much it!"

"However, the Air Force already has its transformable mobile suits, but what about our Space Force's ordinary mobile suits? Don't tell me you've secretly hidden them away?"

"We have built a batch so far, but it still needs to be tested in actual combat before it can be mass-produced!"

Makarius smiled; he knew these people would bring this up!

(End of this chapter)