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

Chapter 325 This is going to drive us to our deaths!
"The Federation forces must have noticed something!"

"So what? They have no evidence!"

"Idiot, they don't need evidence!"

"So what? Can they still attack us?"

"enough!"

Listening to the argument among the executives, O'Sullivan shouted angrily.

"In any case, now that the Federation fleet has arrived on the moon, it means they must know something. We must keep a low profile!"

"Sindeman, how much of the first batch of supplies we agreed upon with Mark Bay is left?"

"About one-third!"

"Once the Federation troops leave, we'll hand it over to them all at once, and then we'll pause for a while!"

"But then, what about Mark Bay..."

"Let them wait. It's not like we're not going to give it to them. Either let him come over and take care of these federal troops!"

"And Mr. Sindman, be mindful of your status!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. O'Sullivan!"

Sindeman felt a chill run down his spine. He had indeed crossed the line, but fortunately O'Sullivan still needed him, so he spoke up. Otherwise, he would have been waiting to disappear from the face of the earth!
"What?! Is Makarius a dog?!"

On his flagship, Vice Admiral Markbe roared again. However, his description of Makarius was not an insult, but an adjective, indicating that Makarius had a keen sense of smell. After all, their cooperation with Anaheim had just begun, and the other party had already gone to Anaheim as if he had smelled the scent, although Anaheim claimed that the other party went to inspect the development of mobile suits.

But Mark Bey didn't think that the other party would go all the way to the moon for a mobile suit and then ramble on and on with O'Sullivan.

The other side's actions must have had a deeper meaning, whether it was a warning or a test. In any case, the other side succeeded. Anaheim is now a coward, not daring to defy the odds. That means that for several months, or even half a year or a year, the Mark Bay fleet will not be able to receive any further support.

But he simply couldn't find a solution.

"If it's just about supplies, the Buch Foundation can cover that. But sir, the Buch Foundation can't handle the propellant reserves needed for the fleet!"

This is the drawback of not having a solid logistical support. Although Mark Bay had done his best to stockpile fuel and propellant for the fleet when he set off from Mars, with each transport ship carrying a large number of extra fuel tanks, those reserves could not withstand being depleted. Perhaps Mark Bay would not have to worry about this problem in the next few months, but what about after a few months? Could he really place all his hopes on Anaheim?
Moreover, in order to minimize losses, a large amount of reserves were dispersed and hidden in secret supply points in the Reef Space Region. In other words, once a high-intensity battle is encountered, the fleet's fuel will not last long!
"It's alright. At least Anaheim will continue to supply us with more resources, so as long as nothing unexpected happens, it won't affect the fleet's operations!"

Hearing what Mark Bay said, the head of the fleet's logistics breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, shall we continue with the handover process as before?"

"Yes, but we need to strengthen our defenses. During the handover, we should also withdraw an additional batch of troops to reinforce the security. We can't stay in this place for too long!"

Looking at the asteroid outside the porthole, Mark Bay sighed. He had thought that after the last transfer, they could at least stay safely for several months, but now it seemed that, to be on the safe side, it would be best to transfer again.

It can be said that Mark Bay really valued his own safety, and even when he later handed over the mission to Anaheim, he sent a remnant force familiar with the Earth Sphere environment to accompany him.

These remnant forces, familiar with the Earth Sphere environment, naturally included members of Ramball's Zero Squad.

They had established a firm foothold in the Mark Bay fleet and even received many privileges due to their familiarity with the situation, especially in external communication missions, which were almost entirely handled by them and other remnants of the Earth Sphere.

Therefore, after the remnants arrived on the moon, Team Zero notified the receiving personnel as quickly as possible.

"Have the intelligence agency keep a close watch on the people and the ship!"

Marcarius was also excited. After resupplying from the moon, his fleet did not go far, but instead lay in ambush in the outer space of the moon. He did this, of course, to wait for Anaheim to show its true colors.

Otherwise, why would he go through all that trouble to go to the moon?

"So maybe this time we can catch Mark Bay's fleet by the tail?"

"If we can catch them by the tail, that would be ideal. Then we wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of digging traps for them; we could just annihilate the resistance fighters cleanly and decisively. But if we can't catch them by the tail, it doesn't matter. If Mark Bay doesn't want to play the quick game with us, we'll force him to fight quickly!"

"So, this operation?"

"The Military Intelligence Bureau will lead the way first. We must remain concealed until they set off, then we will move in!"

The Federation forces maintained their unhurried pace, but the remnants and Anaheim were unable to remain calm. In particular, Makarius had ordered the Military Intelligence Bureau to conduct a search operation on the moon. At Makarius's request, the intelligence bureau's operation was carried out very carefully and secretly, but at the same time, it deliberately leaked some information to Anaheim, thus creating a false impression and making the remnants even more panicked.

Then, on an ordinary night in Earth Standard Time, a massive Anaheim transport fleet officially set sail. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with this fleet; on the contrary, they were the supply fleet of the colonial commune, responsible for transporting various equipment related to the construction of the colony satellite.

Even most of the transport ships in this transport fleet are equipped with those devices, and the transport fleet supplying the remnants is hidden among them. Once the fleet leaves the lunar space region, it will separate from the main fleet.

This was naturally done to avoid attracting attention and prevent malicious tracking. After all, large fleets must sail along standard routes, and there are other civilian ships on this busy waterway. If only remote sensing radar and other means are used, the target can easily be interfered with and lost.

Optical observation requires getting closer to the target. It might be okay for a short time in a specific area, since all spacecraft must fly according to the prescribed trajectory in lunar space. But outside lunar space, spacecraft will mostly disperse and fly separately. It is common to not see a single ship for thousands or tens of thousands of kilometers. If you are discovered at such a time, even a blind person would know that you have ill intentions.

But Basque was a cunning and calculating intelligence chief. He decisively adopted a multi-method, multi-segment relay tracking mode, and even secretly deployed intelligence agency-specific spy satellites in the lunar space.

Therefore, the Anaheim transport fleet never escaped his surveillance, and even during the fleet's dismantling phase, the intelligence agency kept a close eye on the transport ships.

"They've separated; the main force is turning!"

"What are the rest of the ships doing?" "I don't know, but they've all shut down their engines!"

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Basque pondered for a moment before issuing the order.

"Reduce half of our forces to maintain surveillance of the main fleet, be mindful of distance, and avoid any risk of exposure!"

To the surprise of the federal agents, the departing transport fleet disintegrated a second time after sailing for some time.

"You little punk, trying to play the art of war?"

Basque looked at the transport fleet, which was divided into three groups, on the radar and gave a disdainful sneer.

"Continue monitoring the main fleet! Then withdraw some of the forces that detached from the first wave of the fleet and start monitoring the second wave!"

Then, the third wave of dismantling of the Anaheim Transport Corps began again.

"This time, just focus on the third wave!"

After the third wave of disintegration was completed, the first and second waves of the breakaway fleet resumed their voyage and began to catch up with the main fleet in the direction it had left. The third wave of the breakaway fleet, however, quietly and gradually moved away from the main force before starting to sail at full speed toward the Reef Space Zone. On a planar trajectory map, one could see that the third wave of the fleet made a fan-shaped detour of nearly 300 degrees. However, such a fuss was normal, as this handover could not be lost.

But even the cunning fox cannot escape the shrewd hunter, let alone the Basques who have broken free from the shackles of infighting within the military and government and can focus all their energy on intelligence.

The latter relentlessly pursued the rear of the third wave of fleets, continuously transmitting relevant intelligence to the strike battle groups further back, ensuring that the main force could receive timely information feedback as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the transport fleet ahead was completely unaware that two groups of assassins were sharpening their knives behind them. Of course, the Zero Team in the transport fleet was aware of this, and they had received relevant orders that in the event of a battle, the Zero Team would activate the laser signal lights on their mobile suits to identify themselves.

The entire team knew the complex laser code by heart. After all, the team leader had emphasized that once the attack was launched, they would be facing not just any ordinary Federation forces, but a formidable army led by a large number of elite pilots. Therefore, if they hesitated and failed to activate the signal in time, or entered the wrong signal, they would be chopped into mincemeat and wouldn't be able to complain.

"But don't worry, even if you die, at least your pension won't be small! You'll be posthumously honored as a martyr and buried in the veterans' home!"

Although the team leader made such a guarantee, no one wanted to try it. After all, if they survived the mission, they would still receive bonuses and honors, and there would be an all-army commendation ceremony where the most beautiful female soldiers would award them medals. Moreover, after they passed away, they would still be eligible to lie in an infirmary. So, no matter how you looked at it, the latter was more worthwhile.

After escaping without worry, the members of Zero Team relaxed. They even hummed a few songs while their friendly forces were on guard. This behavior did not cause any dissatisfaction; on the contrary, it earned the commander's praise.

"As expected of a unit that has persisted in fighting in the Earth Sphere for so long, their mental fortitude is truly remarkable!"

And so, the three groups of people sped towards the Reef Space Zone like a train.

"Sir, we have made contact with the fleet!"

"Okay, determine the handover location immediately!"

Commander Zeon breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, the final moment has finally arrived. A squadron is waiting for them at the finish line. Once they reach that place, the mission will be complete!"

Not only the commander, but also the other remnants who had been on edge the whole way, constantly worried about being ambushed by the Federation forces, all relaxed. After all, they had already accepted the Reef Space Zone as their safe zone, and once they entered it, it was as good as going home.

"Level One Combat Alert!"

But on the Federation warships further back, the scene was quite different. The piercing alarms, accompanied by red emergency lights, echoed throughout the ship. The mobile suits, already fully prepared, were ready to go. Even the helmsman had his hand on the control stick, waiting for the attack order to be given so they could charge at full speed.

"Sir, shall we begin the operation?"

"No rush, first send out scouts Gao Zagu, wait for them to arrive at the handover point, and then wait for ten minutes!"

Makarius was a very patient man. This surprise attack had taken so much effort, so it should have a good outcome in the end. Therefore, the best time to strike was when they started handing over the cargo. At that time, the Zeon ships would be connected to the transport ships and would not be able to respond to the attack in time. To put it bluntly, at that time, those Zeon ships would be like the neatly arranged American warships in Pearl Harbor, only able to watch helplessly as they were blown to bits.

Time passed second by second, and the reconnaissance Gozaku sent by the Federation fleet, with its large flying saucer head, slowly followed behind the Zeon fleet until they discovered that another Zeon fleet had emerged inside the Reef Space Zone, and that there were many Zeon mobile suits maintaining vigilance all around.

Those white-clad warriors, in formations of three, occasionally swept through the gaps in the asteroid belt, their straight lances and all-white bodies exuding an imposing aura.

"Strong man, I don't know why Mark Bay likes this stuff so much, but since he likes Strong Man, he's probably quite interested in Belgrades too!"

Makarius looked at the intelligence reports from the scouts and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"After all, the Death Vanguard is also a bunch of feudal remnants!"

Moreover, the strongman reminded Macarius of someone, though it was unknown whether that person existed in this timeline.

"Sir, the reconnaissance team has reported that they've started deploying the pipeline!"

"Send a message to the Basque colonel: Begin the attack!"

"Roger that!"

"Sir, the flagship has issued an attack order!"

"action!"

With a wave of his hand, Basque sent a series of riot control vehicles belonging to the intelligence agency's special forces onto the catapults and began their sortie.

Meanwhile, the main force to which Makarius was located was also frantically launching mobile suits. In just a few minutes, the airspace was densely packed with nearly a hundred Federation military mobile suits, and this number was still rising!

(End of this chapter)