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

Chapter 336 You're not dead?

"asshole!"

With a loud shout, a water glass was suddenly thrown and smashed hard against the wall.

The tea shattered into pieces, splashing out and landing at the feet of several men in suits. The steaming tea almost made them jump.

In the end, everyone held back, because the one who threw the water glass was none other than Darsia Bakharov, the Prime Minister of the Republic of Zeon.

The former prime minister had always faced everything with a gentle demeanor, but now, he was no longer as mild-mannered as before, only displaying a ferocious expression and spitting saliva.

"Idiot, you brainless web crawler!"

Every time Darcia roared, the people in front of him would shrink back, and some even looked like they were about to cry.

“Prime Minister, now that it has already happened, there’s no point in you getting angry anymore. Besides…”

"It just happened! I not only want to rage, I want to kill! Who do you think Rambalar is? Do you think he has no backing in the Federation? Guess who pushed him to where he is now?"

"He's gone now, and you're still thinking about seizing power? You're just waiting to die, you bunch of incompetent fools! You've already followed Monahan to your deaths, and now you want to drag me down with you, and the entire government of the Republic of Zeon, are you?"

"Your Excellency, but our most pressing task right now should not be to take control of all of Zeon's departments..."

"Control your mother's head! Do you think the Federal Army are dead?"

Darcia no longer cared about being refined and easygoing. He stood on his desk and started firing at the group of guys who had been blinded by empty promises.

"How many hours have passed since the attack? Has the Federation Forces deployed yet? And they've taken control of the entire Zeon region? Those guys are just waiting for you to make your move!"

"But, they might not be willing to act easily because the situation is unclear?"

"Where are our people? Have the Self-Defense Forces' mobile combat units been deployed?"

"That was built by Ramball himself, and even their equipment is specially supplied. Now that they've appeared, have you seen any of Ramball's subordinates mobilized on the streets, apart from the riot police?"

"Do you think Rambalar is the leader? He's just a mouthpiece!"

Darcia had one more thing he didn't say: the relationship between Rambalar and Makarius. Others might not know Sera's identity, but he knew it perfectly well.

In some ways, Makarius could even be considered Ramball's son-in-law!
"Now, clean up this mess immediately, before the Federation troops arrive. I won't show any mercy then!"

"Your Mightiness?"

The others were also jumping up and down in panic. "We were ready to fight to the death, how could you surrender first, and without any hesitation at all..."

"We are saving our country!"

"I am also saving lives, but what I am saving are the lives of 120 million citizens of Zeon!"

Before Darcia could finish speaking, the office door was violently kicked open.

"Prime Minister, the Federal Army has been deployed!"

The secretary, drenched in sweat, shouted loudly.

"Is it the stationed fleet that's coming?"

"No, it's not the Side 3 fleet, it's the Federation's newly formed strike combat group, and also a special operations force belonging to the Military Intelligence Bureau!"

Upon hearing this, Darcia immediately jumped off his desk and drew the curtains. Soon, a screen appeared, and with a flash, rows of enormous ship silhouettes appeared on the screen. These were real-time images transmitted back by the optical observation equipment installed on the outer wall of the Zim City satellite.

Federation warships had formed a battle formation, completely surrounding the city of Zum. Around the warships were squads of Federation mobile suits. As everyone observed the movements of the Federation forces, a squad of riot control Gozaku happened to pass by the camera. Seeing the scarlet lens light flickering under the blue-black paint, Darcia immediately plopped down in a chair.

"Get me to the Federal Parliament!"

"No, Your Excellency Prime Minister, communications have been cut off!"

"I understand. Where's Monahan?"

"The teacher should organize a march in support!"

A young man said weakly.

"Have someone take him into custody immediately, and you all, get ready!"

Darcia knew that the moment of truth had arrived, and it wasn't even a matter of sacrificing a pawn to save the king; it was a matter of choosing how to die!

"Move quickly! The battle group's friendly forces have already taken control of the spaceport. We must act immediately, arrest the people on the list, and kill them on the spot if there is any resistance!"

Fully armed Basque Colonel stood in front of the Pegasus-class hatch, loudly issuing combat orders.

Then, as the connection was completed and the voice announcement of airlock activation sounded, tactical vehicles and assault tanks filed out and drove into the spaceport.

Many Zeon residents who were still living normal lives were unaware of what had happened, because Monahan's plans to control and blockade the city of Zim had not been carried out at all. All of these actions were forcefully intercepted by Darcia, and several people had even been taken into custody by his security forces and were to be handed over later.

In fact, Darcia wanted to arrest many more people, but in the end he let them go and told them to go back and find a way to destroy all traces. As long as the Federation Army had no evidence, they could still save their lives. After all, they were officials.

Even if the Federation settles scores later, it has nothing to do with him. After all, he is the one who is truly in dire need of help and can barely save himself!

Meanwhile, the Zeon officials who had just wanted to save the country were now like stray dogs. The quick-thinking ones were doing their best to salvage their mess and try to get away with it, while the slow-thinking ones were caught red-handed on the way.

"What are you doing? I am xxxx!" "We're after you, you traitor!"

Accompanying the intelligence agency was Zeon's Public Security Investigation Agency, since without these local operatives to guide them, the commando team would have gotten lost in the city.

Meanwhile, in Zeon's various key facilities, the mobile suits belonging to the strike combat groups had already taken control using flight platforms.

The Federation pilots had no intention of saving the Republic of Zeon's budget. These guys deftly jumped off the ramps in their mobile suits, trampling heavily on the carefully paved cobblestone gardens or the nurseries where precious flowers, trees and shrubs were cultivated. Even the lawns were not spared, crushed to pieces by their heavy feet. The turf that had been carefully transplanted from Earth was burned with a single blow from the mobile suit's nozzle.

Although the Federation pilots did not directly show hostility, their weapons were still raised high, but the fire control systems of their aircraft were already focused on the department buildings. With just one command, they could turn them to ashes.

When the federal troops entered Zim, Monahan was still trying to organize a group of people to launch a petition march. Monahan knew what kind of temper his father had, and his previous approach of acting first and asking questions later was just forcibly pulling the other party onto the boat. But now, with the support of public opinion, the other party might accept it.

But now, just as he was assigning tasks, a group of men in black suits burst in.

Monahan recognized them as his father's security personnel. When he saw them coming, he thought his father had given in and immediately tried to say something. Then, two big men grabbed his arms tightly.

"What are you doing? Let go of the teacher!"

Monahan's men wanted to step forward, but the security guards had already drawn their weapons. The sight of a barrage of submachine guns made them shrink back. After all, most of them were ordinary people whom Monahan had organized and recruited himself. Although Monahan had also issued them pistols, these guys had not been trained and dared not draw them.

"What are you trying to do? Why would my father do this?!"

Monahan tried to struggle, but was shoved into a car, and the convoy immediately headed to Darcia’s residence.

On the way, Monahan saw Federal Army mobile suits flying overhead on flight ramps, and intermittently some tactical assault vehicles moving around the streets. The vehicles were filled with fully armed Federal Army soldiers, but they were not doing anything, just standing guard on the streets. Some curious passersby even lingered around them.

At the crossroads, Monahan also saw a steel tank with its cannon raised, pointing at the inner wall of another colony above. The driver of the steel tank popped his head out of the cockpit and waved to the children passing by below.

"These aren't the Federation troops stationed in Side 3?"

Although not a professional, Monahan could naturally distinguish the paint schemes of the Union fleet stationed there.

"Damn it, where did these Federation troops come from?"

While Monahan was completely bewildered, he was taken to the Prime Minister's residence in Darcia, where he saw even more federal soldiers. The mockery and excitement in their eyes when they saw him being taken off the car sent a chill down his spine.

He was then taken into Darcia’s office.

Upon entering the office, Monahan saw his father standing in a corner of the room, his gaze filled with heartache and helplessness. His father's seat was occupied by a young federal officer who was even slurping noodles incessantly. His father's secretary was standing to the side, holding a few cloves of garlic for the federal officer to take.

"Hmm, the chef at your Prime Minister's residence is so skilled, this noodle dish tastes really good!"

"I'm glad you like it!"

"Hmm, Your Excellency Darcia, is this your eldest son?"

"It's my son!"

"I must say, you've raised this child really well. I'm not being sarcastic, but I just feel that this kid's innocence is completely out of sync with his age!"

Even though Monahan was older than him, Macarius acted like an elder, commenting on things. Darcia felt uncomfortable listening to this. He had now figured it out: the whole thing, from beginning to end, was a trap set by the young Federal Army officer in front of him who came in and immediately asked for ramen from the kitchen, and even had a head of garlic. His son was just a brainless wild boar who willingly walked in, only caring about eating the meager scraps on the ground, completely unaware of the hunting rifle above his head.

"You talk as if you're so smart, Lord Makarius Skrinni. Everyone says you're an elite general in the Federation Army, but you never imagined things would turn out like this. We've already completed our mission, and you couldn't stop anything!"

"Why would I stop you? In fact, if I weren't worried about alerting you, I would have liked to help you myself. After all, your people are too useless. They're so slow and inefficient when it comes to gathering intelligence. They don't act like remnants of the Communist Party at all!"

"What do you mean?"

Monahan suddenly felt something was wrong, especially the way his old father looked at him. It was no longer pity, but heartbreak, as if he had raised a pumpkin instead of a son!
"It doesn't mean anything, it just means you've been tricked!"

Just then, another voice rang out, and Monahan turned his head and was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"Lambaral, you...you're not dead?"

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of Lanbaral, Monahan felt a tightness in his bladder. He never expected that this guy was still alive.
"Your convoy has been blown to pieces! My men said it themselves!"

"I wasn't even in the car, and there wasn't a single survivor in the entire convoy. Those corpses were just remnants of the Zabi faction who were killed earlier!"

"So, you were acting from the very beginning?"

Monahan felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him on the head, making his head buzz, his vision blurry, and his hands and feet cold.

"That's why I said your father raised you too well; you're so naive, believing everything Mark Bay says. What, you actually believe that guy can find the minaret?"

"So, the intelligence was also false?"

"The real minaret is parked in the Federation Army's secret base. Come on, we won a year-long war, after all. Do you think we don't know what Zeon has?"

Makarius shook his head.

"If you pin your hopes on that, your life is over. When you get old, you might even get swindled out of your pension. No, wait, maybe you won't even have the chance to get old. And then there's Mark Bay, that old man has never beaten me. You still believe he can turn the tables? You might as well believe that Martians are invading Earth!"

Darcia shook his head sadly. This was why he hadn't chosen to listen to Monahan. Monahan's plan was unrealistic to begin with, and now reality was giving him a harsh lesson.

"How can this be?"

Monahan's brain had completely shut down, and his face was burning with pain. He couldn't understand, he really couldn't understand, why this was happening!

(End of this chapter)