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

Chapter 326 A Frustrated Counterattack

"What good stuff did you bring us this time?!"

On a Zeon transport ship, an officer, while curiously watching two cargo ships docking nearby, asked a question to the friendly troops returning with the transport ship.

"There's a lot, all sorts of food, drinks, and daily necessities, and even this!"

A colleague carrying a satchel took out a fresh ice cream he had just taken from the refrigerator and handed it to the Zeon officer. After watching the officer eagerly put the ice cream in his mouth, the colleague smiled mysteriously and took out a magazine from his satchel.

"Guess how much this thing cost me!"

Upon seeing the voluptuous and beautiful woman on the magazine cover, the Zeon officer felt a rush of heat to his nose. He hurriedly stepped forward, intending to snatch it, but was stopped by his comrade.

"You guess the price first!"

"twenty?"

"Twenty-five, damn it, more expensive than before the war!"

Although he complained, the Zeon officer didn't hesitate at all when he bought it. Having such a magazine was very helpful when he couldn't sleep at night.

Moreover, he didn't just buy one, but a full thirty copies. These magazines will be auctioned off within the fleet later, and the selling price will be much higher than twenty-five dollars.

"This one is for you!"

"anything else?"

"Yes, mainly because our stay was short. We also got quite a few current movies and TV shows, as well as records..."

"Quick, quick, let me see it!"

"Don't grab it, I'll take it out for you slowly!"

As the two were struggling, they suddenly caught a glimpse of a small light in the darkness out of the corner of their eyes. Although it was fleeting, it still caught their attention.

"Was there an explosion just now?"

The Zeon officer had an ice cream in his mouth and a pornographic magazine in his hand, but his attention was focused on the view outside the porthole. Their ship was on the outermost edge of the handover area, beyond which were the patrolling mobile suits.

"It seems so. What happened?"

"I don't know, it's a malfunction..."

Before he could finish speaking, another explosion suddenly occurred, and this time, they saw it clearly.

"what happened?"

An ominous premonition instantly crept into their hearts, and the next second, an extremely shrill battle alarm sounded.

"Federal forces are attacking! All personnel to battle positions! Attention everyone! Federal forces are attacking! Get to your battle positions!"

The ship's loudspeaker was already broadcasting the captain's furious shouts and curses.

"Come on!"

The two had no time to appreciate the art at that moment. They immediately turned around and grabbed the power assist sticks heading towards the hangar. As they hurried along, dark shadows flashed past the window at high speed. Then, their spaceship suddenly jolted, throwing the two of them hard off the power assist sticks.

"We're under attack! Run!"

The corridor lights suddenly went out, leaving only the dim red emergency lights on the ground. The auxiliary poles on the side also stopped working, forcing the two to continue forward by jumping and crawling.

As the two struggled forward, the creaking sounds of the metal twisting and turning continued to echo from the corridor behind them.

The ominous sound sent chills down their spines, and just as they passed a porthole, a light suddenly shone outside.

Then, the two Zeon officers felt as if everything had stopped, but that was just their illusion. In the next instant, the hull of the warship behind them was mercilessly torn apart by particle beams, and the broken armor began to depressurize, spewing everything around it into space.

The two Zeon officers were the same; they had no time to react before they were swiftly sucked into space.

Despite the suffocation and extreme cold, the two men did not die instantly but continued to struggle. However, darkness had already covered their eyes. Before the two Zeon officers were completely swallowed by the darkness, they saw a long, narrow Federation warship pass over them, casting a huge shadow. The light from the latter's particle cannon firing was the last light they saw.

"Press them down and seal the sacks! Don't let a single enemy escape!"

Marcarius remained seated at his command post, overseeing the overall situation, as the current battle did not require his presence.

The Zeon were completely unprepared for the Federation's surprise attack. Just like when they attacked the Federation fleet, the fully armed Federation mobile suits emerged from the darkness, and the patrolling Zeon mobile suit squads didn't even have time to fight back before being turned into wrecked by the riot control Gao Zaku with beam sniper rifles.

Then, the Federation mobile suits carrying heavy rocket launchers stormed into the space region without any obstruction. The pilots didn't even need to aim. Most of the Zeon ships were at anchor, which meant they were relatively stationary. The remnant fleet, which didn't seem to have any problems with the handover of supplies, didn't even have enough personnel on duty at their gun positions. It wasn't until the roaring anti-ship rockets appeared on the radar screen that the remnants realized what was happening.

But time was running out. Normally, deploying mobile suits requires fueling the machines, loading weapons and ammunition, ejecting, and finally forming formation. These procedures take at least ten minutes, and even longer if you factor in the time it takes for pilots to travel and change uniforms. The Federation forces didn't give Zeon that time at all; three entire mobile suit battalions pressed in on the Zeon warships, intending to completely cut off any path of resistance.

"Maintain high-speed maneuverability and be careful to avoid enemy fire!"

Amuro piloted his Z Gundam with ease through the Zeon forces' barely-there anti-aircraft fire. He wasn't in a hurry to mow down the enemy, but rather to cover the advance of his main force, especially the mobile suits with little combat experience. Although they had undergone rigorous training in simulators and exercises, real combat was a completely different matter. Therefore, Macarius hoped that this attack would give them some combat experience.

Amuro felt no discomfort whatsoever with this task; on the contrary, he was very dedicated, even using the Z Gundam to check the defensive firepower of the Zeon ships while giving instructions to the obviously stiff newcomers.

"Don't stop moving at high speed, and keep an eye on the enemy! Then return fire. Don't waste ammunition unnecessarily. Aim before you fire!"

"like this!"

The beam rifle of the Z Gundam immediately flashed with a blinding light, and then the third turret of a Musai Kai was cleanly sliced ​​in half by the violent energy torrent, leaving a deep scar on the turret as if it were being scraped with a spoon.

The next second, the turret that Amuro had severely damaged exploded, causing the entire spaceship to shake.

After Amro destroyed the turret, several squads of riot GMs quickly swarmed in and completely destroyed it within minutes.

Amuro, now in a different location, saw a number of mobile suits engaged in battle below. These were Zeon mobile suit patrols that had rushed back to the front lines, fighting against the Federation forces.

The Federal Army's air force divisions trained by Makarioa were naturally skilled in tactics and techniques, not to mention their close coordination and the four-man squadrons' cooperation. In addition, the riot GMs had impressive performance. Therefore, although the enemy and our forces were nearly one to one on this local battlefield, the battle situation was completely one-sided.

A Federation squad charged ahead, exchanging fire with Zeon mobile suits with a frenzy of beams, missiles, and even live ammunition. In this increasingly close exchange of fire, the Riot GM's secondary shield gained a significant advantage, absorbing most of the damage from the Zeon forces. Even if the shield was damaged, the Federation mobile suits still had one shield they could continue to use.

After the exchange of fire, all three Zeon mobile suits were injured to varying degrees, with one in particularly serious condition, its fuselage still billowing thick smoke.

On the contrary, the Federation's mobile suits were largely unharmed, which gave the Federation an advantage when they entered close combat.

Not to mention that these riot control Jims also brought some small surprises, such as shield rockets and wrist grenade launchers.

So, just as the strongman finished firing the missiles on his shield and was preparing for a fierce and exciting battle with the Federation mobile suits, the enemy launched another salvo at close range.

The two Zeon pilots at the forefront were immediately engulfed by the firepower. The Zeon pilots in the cockpit never expected that the Federation forces would launch such an attack at this moment. One Zeon was destroyed on the spot, and although the other managed to protect the cockpit, four beam sabers were already waiting for him when he rushed out of the smoke of the explosion.

After a single encounter, the Zeon squad was reduced to just one GM, and the latter was doomed to die, as he was now facing four GMs!
Amuro didn't intervene in the battle, as the pilots were clearly capable of handling it. He focused on those who couldn't defeat their opponents. Then, when a skilled pilot swung his long spear and rammed his opponent into the air, then smashed through the opponent's shield with his superior combat skills, preparing to pierce the opponent's heart, Amuro fired.

The powerful man, who had already raised his spear, was struck through the heart by the attack from above in the next second. The beam rifle of the Z Gundam did not even penetrate, but directly shattered his body.

"Return immediately if the aircraft is damaged!"

Amuro issued the order in a deep voice. The Federation forces currently held an absolute numerical advantage, so the impact of a damaged machine was negligible. Moreover, as long as it was not seriously damaged, it could return to the ship, replace the damaged equipment, and return to the battlefield.

However, Amuro's escorting behavior clearly angered the Zeon army. After he rescued his comrades again, two Garibaldi tanks, obviously piloted by experienced veterans, led several warrior tanks behind them and charged towards him.

"You bastard, what kind of person are you, only good at bullying newbies? Come and fight me if you dare!"

The two Zeon veterans didn't recognize Amuro because his Z Gundam wasn't the traditional red, white, and blue color scheme of Gundam, nor was it the basic color scheme of the Z Gundam. Instead, it was red and white. In addition, the remaining veterans had never seen a Z Gundam before, so they thought it was just a special machine. They naturally regarded Amuro as an ordinary Federation veteran. After all, unless he had been reincarnated and was probably over six years old at the time, what ace would be so considerate as to protect a newcomer?

"Ha, instead of running away, they're attacking me? These remnants actually have some courage!"

Amuro hadn't expected to encounter such a daring opponent. So, he naturally abandoned his reserved escort stance, switching from his protective shield to his cleaver, and then, while rapidly approaching the enemy, he raised his beam rifle.

"The first one!"

A Garibaldi, which was also maneuvering at high speed, seemed to have deliberately run into Amuro's line of fire. It was hit by the particle beam, and the pilot lost his life before he even had time to scream.

"Nani?"

The veteran Zeon pilot on the other Garibaldi immediately stopped his advance. The enemy's ruthless shooting instantly brought back bad memories for him. But while he stopped, his teammates did not. The pilots of those warriors were not veterans from before the war. Seeing that their side had a numerical advantage, they naturally went all out and charged forward.

Amuro effortlessly maneuvered amidst the dense beams of light, the Zeon forces' firepower unable to keep up with him at all. Instead, he methodically retaliated, and in just over ten seconds, he swiftly and decisively destroyed those few Warriors.

At this moment, the veteran Zeon finally realized something was wrong, because the opponent's crisp and clean shooting technique was too outrageous, as if they were shooting at a target. Even though the warriors were also maneuvering, they were not moving targets. After careful observation, he finally recognized the identity of the red and white mobile suit, because Amuro had his own unicorn symbol printed on the chest of the mobile suit.

"The White Devil! How is that possible?"

At this moment, the Jeon veteran of World War I felt bitter and even wanted to cry. It was outrageous! You, a ace, have no obvious markings at all. Isn't this bullying an honest person?

However, if this Zeon veteran had clairvoyance, he would see that Amuro wasn't the only one who changed his personal paint scheme; Makarius also changed his mobile suit to blue and white, except for his shield, which was black. Therefore, his accusations against Amuro were completely unfounded.

However, there was nowhere for him to seek justice at this moment, because after killing those warriors, Amro set his sights on this Garibaldi.

The latter had lost all will to fight and didn't even want to resist. He turned around and made a clean and efficient escape. However, in Amuro's eyes, his movements were full of flaws and as slow as a snail. After a simple aim, Amuro pulled the trigger. Then, a particle beam shot out into the void and destroyed the Garibaldi that had suddenly rushed in front of the particle beam in the next second.

(End of this chapter)