Gundam 00: Rise of China

The military movements of the United People's Revolutionary Alliance in the Ceylon region were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, with ripples quickly spreading across the globe.

So much so that when the current council president, at the AEU headquarters on the Mediterranean coast, was leaning back in his chair, slightly tipsy after a long banquet, he heard the news…

Even though the chief of staff came over with a solemn and serious expression to report the urgent intelligence from the direction of the People's Revolutionary Alliance in Ceylon, the chairman of the council initially just lazily lifted his eyelids.

"What's wrong? Are the Celestials causing trouble again?"

The nonchalant chairman of the council asked with an arrogance that was completely incomprehensible.

"Or have the People's Revolutionary Alliance's garrison troops given out? Do we need our great AEU to 'uphold justice'?"

"No, Your Excellency." The aide's voice trembled slightly.

"According to the latest intelligence, the People's Revolutionary Alliance...the People's Revolutionary Alliance Army has deployed at least three fully equipped heavy divisions towards Ceylon, with transport aircraft...covering the sky."

Upon hearing this, the chairman of the review committee, who had been sitting lazily in his chair, was startled. He suddenly sat up straight, and the effects of the alcohol instantly wore off.

"How much? How much did you say?!"

"Are they really fighting against the Celestials?"

He snatched the tablet from his staff member's hand, and his face turned ashen when he saw the densely packed "Kunpeng" transport planes resembling a swarm of locusts in the satellite image.

"Is this...is this going to be a full-scale war?!" The council chairman's voice trembled. "Are they insane?! Who are they targeting with a force of this size? Could it be us?!"

Seeing his speaker so frightened, the chief of staff, who was inwardly grumbling, quickly tried to comfort him.

"No, Your Excellency, judging from the course, the destination is indeed Ceylon."

"Moreover, intelligence indicates that their garrison on Ceylon Island, without reinforcements, has already repelled two Celestial Being Gundams and... forced back two more."

"I see."

The slight intoxication from the wine was completely dispelled by this news, and the chairman of the council, whose intelligence had been restored, stared intently at the satellite photo for a long time.

Then he looked at the report about the garrison on Ceylon Island, who, having waited in comfort, repelled the Gundam with ingenious tactics.

A few seconds later, his tense body suddenly relaxed, and he even let out a relaxed laugh.

There was an inexplicable strangeness hidden within that laughter.

"Ha...hahahaha..."

The chairman of the review meeting patted his chest, leaned back in his chair, and even straightened his slightly crooked bow tie.

"That scared me to death... I thought we were going to have a war."

With a wave of his hand, the chairman of the council turned to his bewildered staff and said.

"Pass down the order: all departments should resume normal alert status, and everyone should go to sleep or take their vacations."

"Do you think this kind of mobilization is just children playing house?"

"How much resources would it take to mobilize three divisions?"

"Even if the People's Revolutionary Alliance is very wealthy, it's impossible for them to use this kind of power to attack our AEU."

The chairman of the council, having regained his composure, took an elegant sip of his red wine, his tone carrying a relaxed air of detachment.

"They're definitely using this kind of power because they're after Union."

"What else can this level of 'iron torrent' do besides giving that neighbor who's always clamoring for 'freedom' a warning?"

"Don't worry, we are safe."

"Large-scale mobilization indicates that they have a clear objective; it is the small-scale, covert troop concentrations that are most dangerous."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

"this……"

He opened his mouth, and the chief of staff stared at his own chairman, who was clearly serving him tea and seeing him off, focusing on his eyes for a long time.

Ultimately, how could the chief of staff, who had followed the speaker for so long, not know what the other party was really thinking?

"Understood, Speaker. Please get some rest."

With a sigh in his heart, the chief of staff walked out with heavy steps.

As soon as his chief of staff left, the speaker threw the wine glass on the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

"The People's Revolutionary Alliance!"

Meanwhile, in the Union capital district, in a world-famous house with an enormous banquet hall.

The presidential office was brightly lit, and President Brian's face was ashen, his hands pressed tightly against the desk.

He stared at the overwhelming array of "Kunpeng" aircraft on the screen, his breathing becoming heavy.

Those eyes, which always carried a confident smile, were now bloodshot and filled with disbelief.

"Is this the current war potential of the People's Revolutionary League?"

"Our ancestors betrayed them back then, and these bastards recovered so quickly?"

Brian's voice was dry, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

He subconsciously reached out, as if to push up glasses that weren't even on his nose.

But when his fingertips touched his skin, Brian suddenly realized that he wasn't wearing glasses at all.

Moreover, I am not the lone wolf in the bunker in history who was forced into a desperate situation.

Forcing himself to calm down, Brian turned to look at the trembling intelligence chief beside him and asked in a low voice.

"Can our Union's emergency mobilization capabilities... even reach this level? Even one-tenth?"

Upon hearing this, the intelligence chief's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He hesitated for a long time before answering in a low voice, barely audible.

"Mr. President, based on... based on our internal staff's comparative analysis, our current active or under-development transport aircraft..."

"Whether it's the single-carry capacity or the continuous delivery capability, compared to a 'Kunpeng' swarm of this size... the gap is... enormous."

"Moreover, our mobilization system focuses more on rapid response and forward deployment within the gravity zone, rather than this kind of... intercontinental-level saturation force projection."

"Your Excellency President, our national conditions are different from those of the People's Revolutionary Alliance; there are fundamental differences!"

Hearing this answer, which was impossible to be satisfied with, Brian's face darkened even more, as if water could drip from it.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his voice and asked again.

"What about the Hexagon? What are they doing now? Do they have any contingency plans?"

The intelligence chief seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief and quickly replied.

"Mr. President, the Pentagon has been on high alert since it received the alert."

"The lights inside... are still on all night."

"It's said that because everyone is working overtime, the delivery orders for several nearby pizza shops have exploded, and the delivery drivers are overwhelmed."

Brian listened intently, and the office fell into a deathly silence.

Outside the window, the night sky over the capital city was still bustling, but those inside the office felt a chilling cold.

Then this chill seeped from that office all the way to the spine of the entire country.

It is important to know that on the other side of the gravity circle, the People's Revolutionary Alliance used 200,000 volunteers to change Ceylon.

Now, they are demonstrating their power with a massive fleet of transport aircraft that blots out the sky.

What can Union do besides watch pizza shops get overwhelmed with orders because of the Hexagon?

Brian, who had slowly sat down, turned his gaze back to the dark shadow on the screen that blotted out the sky.

For the first time, I had deep doubts about Union's so-called status as the "world's police."

"Fortunately, the seniors still have a backup plan!"

With his hands clenched into fists in frustration, Brian thought of a secret known only to successive presidents.

"The People's Revolutionary Alliance, we haven't lost yet!"

So, what is the People's Revolutionary Alliance, which is being mentioned by this president, doing now?

"General Gao, this is against the rules!"

"General Jin, look how anxious you are."