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

Chapter 345 This is my confidence

Mark Bay's words left Sindman with a bitter taste in his mouth. After all, this was a real slap in the face to the client. Thinking about those technicians who thought we had caught up with the Naval Strategic Research Institute, Sindman could only laugh.

He desperately wanted to bring the footage back to show the technicians how their product was being completely outclassed by the competition, but unfortunately, that was only possible if he could get the video and return to Anaheim.

Now that the Federation forces have not only destroyed the machine but also taken away the wreckage, it's obvious what they're planning to do next.

"Hiss! Now I understand why that guy sent O'Sullivan a pistol!"

Sindeman suddenly recalled the scene when Makarius had come to Anaheim, and the smile on his face when Makarius gave O'Sullivan the pistol.

Sindemann was certain that Makarius had foreseen everything back then, or rather, he had planned everything!
"These new humans are terrifying. Could it be that they can actually see things a thousand years into the future?"

"Really? Did he encounter this?"

Mark Bay patted the table next to him, and then a row of dense data appeared on the monitor in front of him. After that, an incredibly huge machine appeared on the screen.

The entire machine is Y-shaped, with two upper arms folded in the middle. On the vertical main body, there are two outward-extending thrusters and additional auxiliary arms, giving it an insect-like appearance.

"This is?"

Sindeman raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that even at a time like this, Mark Bay would still have a trump card up his sleeve, and it seemed that this was the source of his confidence.

"It's just a gift I brought from Axis. However, the situation is rather urgent right now, so this thing can't be deployed yet. So, please be patient, my friend!"

Mark Bay had made up his mind that once Luvi Jeru completed his attack preparations, he would command the entire fleet to break out. Once they broke through, they would immediately turn around and run towards Axis. He would never come back to Earth again. Even if he was eaten by aliens or turned into a big-headed monster by radiation from outer space, he would never set foot in Earth again!

In fact, it's only because there are so many people around that things get complicated; otherwise, Mark Bey would really have to bow down to Makarius.

"Brother, I was wrong, please forgive me this time, I'll never do it again!"

His current calm and composure are nothing but a last-ditch effort. After all, he still has so many warships around him, and even the flagship is fully loaded with a hundred guard units that haven't been deployed yet. He can't just start wetting his pants and going crazy now, can he? What about all those words he said before the operation started?
But in Sindeman's view, it was completely different. Mark Bay's calm and collected demeanor clearly indicated that he was confident, so he couldn't help but move closer to him.

After all, he might have to rely on the other party later. If he fell into the hands of the Federation army, Hindman didn't even want to think about his fate. Anaheim was an important industrial giant of the Federation, but it was not the Federation's darling. There were many dirty tricks between the two. When the time came, the Federation would definitely not let him go. They would pull out the radish and dig along the mud, digging up his line of work...

Sindeman dared not even imagine what might happen. In short, Anaheim was definitely not going to be safe and sound. At that point, not only himself, but also his family, friends, and the female intern he had just started supporting might be in danger. This made him shudder.

As a monopoly, Anaheim could not possibly be a guinea pig. Hindman knew perfectly well what they did behind the scenes, and he had even been assigned to carry out similar tasks.

Mark Bay also noticed Sindeman's subtle actions, but he wasn't feeling any sense of shared sorrow. Instead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and vindication. Ha, now it's Anaheim's turn to suffer. In that case, even if the situation gets worse, he seems to have some leverage to negotiate with the Federation!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pat Sindemann on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, what's our relationship? With me here, you'll be safe and sound!"

Sindman suddenly felt a lump in his throat, an itch in his throat, and his eyes redden. Everyone said he and Mark Bay were just fair-weather friends, but now it seems that even the ones he could rely on were fair-weather friends!

At this moment, having lost its commander and Ricodias, the Zeon fleet's rearguard could no longer hold out, as the Federation's reinforcements had arrived. More than three hundred mobile suits, led by Char's GP02 Acid Berry, charged towards the chaotic Zeon fleet, with the entire strike battle group behind them.

"Everyone, listen up! Ten seconds left! Be careful not to get hit by Captain Brad, that guy isn't going to pay for your coffin!"

Just as the Federation mobile suit units were about to charge into the enemy lines, Char suddenly led the Federation forces behind him to descend sharply, because at the same time, the approaching Federation fleet launched another salvo of missiles.

Those Rakellam ships were equipped with six large multi-functional missile launchers on their bows. When they unleashed a salvo at such close range, it threw the Zeon fleet, which was forming a formation on both sides of the rearguard fleet, into chaos.

After all, the two sides were far apart in their responses to intercepting such live-fire weapons. The Zeon fleet was also firing missiles in salvo, but once those missiles entered the effective interception range of the close-in weapon system, they were subjected to continuous laser close-in weapon fire from the entire fleet. The dense laser beams could be described as a laser rain, making Zeon's missile attacks futile and a waste of ammunition.

In the exchange of gunfire, the Federation's Rakaram far surpassed the Zeon ships, whether in terms of firepower projection or formation changes. Furthermore, the unique design of the Rakaram and the Crap-class ships helped reduce their frontal projection. As a result, after several rounds of fire, the Zeon fleet suffered heavy damage and destruction, while the Federation forces mostly sustained minor injuries, with only two Crap-class ships forced to withdraw from the battlefield.

Now, this round of missiles has thrown the Zeon fleet into chaos, not to mention the Federation mobile suits that have seized the opportunity to break in after the missiles.

Most of these Federation mobile suits have been replaced with heavy anti-ship armaments, with only a few squadrons equipped with mobile suit combat weapons. Although the main Zeon mobile suit force has been tightly tied down by Macarius and Amuro, they still need to be prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.

Moreover, these riot control GMs' beam rifles are not incapable of targeting ships; at most, they can't unleash the same heavy rocket launchers as friendly forces.

Of course, Makarius also maintained a reserve force, which was on the Hive-class aircraft carrier operating alongside La Vie en Rose. Although these ships might be capital ships in other fleets, they had become transport ships for Makarius. Of course, the Hive-class was originally a transport ship!
"Hey, hey, hey, why aren't you obeying orders?"

Just as Macarius crippled a Chibe-class ship with a particle cannon and Amuro destroyed its bridge with a beam rifle, another beam shot out from the side, piercing through the unfortunate Chibe-class. Then, a figure carrying a beam rocket launcher appeared on their monitors.

This man was none other than Lieutenant Commander Cuvatoro, who was supposed to be commanding operations in the fleet. "I spoke with Captain Brad, and then I realized I'd been tricked!"

As Char spoke from inside the cockpit, he fired missiles from the missile bay behind him, blasting a Zeon space fighter into pieces.

"Marcarius said he'd let me command, and that he'd even recommend me for a promotion after the war, but what kind of promotion am I going to get?!"

Char was furious when he talked about it. The idea that the command post was the most important was just an excuse these two made up to boost their kill records. You have to understand that although his kill record can't compare to Macarius's, he still has a chance to surpass Amuro's.

Before the battle began, those two showered him with compliments, making Char beam with pride. They called him a tactical genius and a rising star of Zeon. So, in a moment of impulsiveness, he agreed to command the fleet and mobile suit units.

Later, on the Enterprise, after chatting casually with Brad over a cup of red tea, Char realized that he had been tricked again!
Fortunately, it's not too late to make up for it. Although the Macbeth fleet was severely damaged, it still has considerable combat strength. If we don't make up for it now, when will we? Char doesn't want to hear Camus say, "Captain, how come your kill count is not as good as Amuro's?" when he asks about his achievements in the future.
So, in order to be a qualified role model, I, the colonel, also need to start working hard!
Upon hearing Char's words, Makarius and Amuro were initially taken aback. Then, after exchanging a knowing glance across the cockpit, they suddenly accelerated and drove away from the scene.

"You guys jumped the gun again!"

"At times like these, it's all about speed, or you'll miss out!"

Amuro was incredibly impatient. He quickly transformed and began searching for a target. He finally found a Zeon squad that was launching an attack. They had just reverted to their mobile suit forms and hadn't even raised their guns when Char raised his gun at the unfortunate group.

"Okay, that's three!"

Amuro, feeling unlucky, could only continue to the next location, but Char was always following him like a shadow. So, the two could only start to secretly compete, and even began to steal kills from their own allies who were in the midst of fierce fighting.

"This is one!"

Just as a riot control high-Zaku was about to use its beam saber to deliver the final blow to the heavily wounded warrior in front of it, a beam of light flashed past, splitting the warrior in two. The pilot of the riot control high-Zaku turned his head and saw two Gundams speeding past him.

"No, Major Amuro, you can't do this!"

The federal pilots immediately cried out in pain.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll treat you to a big meal when we get back!"

Amuro was forced into a corner, and this was the result of his shot down, which doesn't even count as one!
"That guy was beaten half to death by our little brothers, he's at most a quarter of them!"

Char was still chattering on the radio.

At this moment, he and Amuro were launching an attack on the right flank along the Zeon rearguard fleet that had already been defeated head-on, while Makarius was heading towards the left. The main enemy forces on both sides had not yet been destroyed, so although they were competing with each other, they did not forget their main task!
"I'll count ten of these!"

Char charged back into the enemy lines, quick as lightning, and before Amuro could, he used a beam rocket launcher to pierce through an unfortunate Zeon transport ship from the front. Then, while drawing his beam saber and engaging the Zeon mobile suits seeking revenge for their mothership, he spoke.

Amuro, meanwhile, was using a beam rifle like a spear, chasing after Zeon mobile suits while saying this.

"No, this only counts as four!"

"Bullshit! This transport ship carries more than four mobile suits!"

The two were bickering, but the Zeon forces were suffering. The sheer number of riot GMs and Zakus was already enough to kill them, and now two more Gundams, already in a killing frenzy, had stormed in. For the first time, the remnants felt that their rebellion was proving incredibly difficult. Shouldn't the Federation's war heroes from the One Year War be enjoying a peaceful life with their wives, children, and warm beds? Why were they cutting them down on the battlefield? How much money was the Federation giving them?
Unfortunately, Amuro and Char couldn't hear their true feelings at all. They didn't care about money anymore. After all, Amuro's own Hello Robot had already started to serve as electronic pets for children, and Char also had shares in Tsunami. As ace mobile suits, their hearts had become as cold as those of fishmongers who had been killing fish for years. Only the shining kill insignia could move their hearts.

Therefore, the only option is to let the remnants of Zeon suffer. These living remnants are transformed into marks etched on the chests of mobile suits, which is naturally the best reward for the soldiers.

Marcarius couldn't help but laugh as he listened to the two bickering. Of course, his hands didn't stop either. With the powerful properties of Dendrobium orchids, he made the Zeon warship commanders suffer again.

"So, even now that I'm like this, why aren't you moving, Your Excellency Mark Bay!"

As Marcarius spoke, he glanced back at the battlefield. He was quite certain that Mark Bay had the Green Mantis, so he hadn't used the equipment in the other weapon cabinet yet. He was just firing the particle cannon to create the illusion that he had exhausted his auxiliary weapons.

Even after he did all that, the other party remained as calm as an old general on a stage, which puzzled Makarius.

"Could it be that this guy is going to personally take to the field?"

"He probably doesn't have any powerful mobile suits under his command, so how could he possibly sneakily bring Puru along?"

Just as Markarius was getting impatient, his New Human senses inexplicably stirred.

This means that Mark Bay's flagship has finally come to life!

(End of this chapter)