Gundam 00: Rise of China

Whether Manekin harbored unrealistic fantasies or the crew of the Ptolemy began to disagree with Veda's instructions.

The four Celestial Being Gundams even split into two groups and went their own way.

These things are no longer important to Wang Ye.

After all, Wang Ye had already written the entire script before the story even began.

For him right now, the most important thing is...

Char's reputation must not be tarnished in this world!

So, sitting comfortably in the crimson, modified thug-like cockpit, Wang Ye maneuvered the machine to cut through the waves on the sea surface, the enhanced thrusters leaving a long trail behind the machine.

"Since Char has done it before, there's no reason why I can't do it here."

Recalling that teacher's famous battle, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Ye's mouth, which was not hidden by the mask. His eyes behind the mask were relaxed as he stared at the four Union flag-shaped units on guard in the distance.

Upon seeing Wang Ye charging towards them like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, the four Flag-type air defense aircraft responsible for perimeter security instantly formed a diamond-shaped air defense formation.

Electromagnetic bullets fired from their linear rifles slammed into Wang Ye in a crossfire pattern.

Objectively speaking, these flag-bearer drivers reacted incredibly quickly, and their formation switching perfectly conformed to the Union Army's standard procedures, demonstrating the considerable effort they put into their training.

If it were any top-ranking officer from a regular mercenary unit, he would definitely avoid this volley of fire.

But this time it was Wang Ye who charged into battle!

Faced with the four flags forming a fiery net, Wang Ye had only one response: I will avoid their sharp edge.

Wang Ye, controlling the modified Thug, did not slow down at all. The aircraft rolled at a sharp angle that no ordinary person could do. The Thug looked very dangerous, but it actually dodged the enemy's bullets very dangerously.

"Is it fake?"

The Union pilots in the four Flagships were still methodically unleashing their firepower when they suddenly saw the Mobsters opposite them dancing the tango amidst a hail of bullets.

Fueled by humiliation, they fought back with even greater zeal, following the manual in an attempt to crush Wang Ye's advance.

After all, these pilots were backed by their own main force, and they had a four-on-one advantage in terms of MS performance.

If you can't even take this down, you've really lost face big time.

They'd rather lose face than their lives!

However, sometimes good things don't come true and bad things do. The more you hope things will go well, the more likely fate will make you go in the wrong direction!

Undeterred by the flag-shaped fire net, Wang Ye rushed to the front of the first flag-shaped fire unit.

He pushed the control lever, and the newly fitted solid longsword in the modified thug's hand slashed down with the momentum of his fall.

Seeing this, the flag-bearer, caught off guard by the sudden attack, instinctively raised his defensive staff to block. The next second, his staff blocked Wang Ye's slashing blade...

But that didn't stop Wang Ye from kicking the flag-shaped cockpit door.

To be honest, the Flag cockpit's protective armor is very strong, and its impact resistance is also very strong.

Even with their best efforts, Union's iconic designers couldn't save the pilot's life in such a direct hit situation...

Moreover, in the eyes of Union's office-based designers, if the cockpit is hit by such an attack, then it deserves to die.

After a successful strike, Wang Ye, controlling the Thug, did not stop. Flames erupted from the dorsal thrusters, and the entire fuselage sped horizontally at high speed, skimming the surface of the sea.

This simple response allowed him to avoid the flanking maneuver of two men who had come to him in anger after witnessing their teammate fall into the sea.

But seeing the enemy flee, the driver of one of the flag-type aircraft was unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth, pushed the lever, and increased the throttle to try to give chase.

At that moment, a glimmer of hope seemed to appear before him, and the enemy's thugs were getting closer and closer!

"A great opportunity!"

With a roar in the cockpit, the pilot's plasma sword glowed with a pale blue arc, as he seized the opportunity to avenge his teammates!

"In the end, old-fashioned thug style is still thug style. That's all the damn bastard can do with his smugness!"

Wielding a plasma sword, the flag-like pilot, his eyes red, thrust the sword forward.

"Don't go! It's a trap!"

Unfortunately, some people just can't see what a trap is. Behind this flag bearer, one of the friendly forces saw it clearly.

With the insightful person's prompting, before the sword-wielding Flag-style driver could even react, the Thug-style vehicle he was chasing suddenly hovered and flipped in the opposite direction.

Finally, the thug disappeared from his sight.

After dodging the Flag-type aircraft, Wang Ye used the same trick again, kicking its belly armor hard. The huge impact sent the Flag-type aircraft spinning and crashing into the sea.

Before the unfortunate fellow could even pull the aircraft back up, Wang Ye's follow-up bursts of fire easily pierced the cockpit of the machine.

"The second one."

The cockpit was breached; if someone survives, they're incredibly lucky.

Looking at his second achievement, Wang Ye, without a drop of sweat on his face, chuckled and turned to the remaining two guests.

The remaining two Flagships immediately distanced themselves, attempting to use long-range firepower to buy time.

The battle, which lasted only a few minutes, had already made them realize the gap in their combat capabilities. Continuing to fight would not be a battle but a death sentence!

What else is there to say?

Hold them off until the main force arrives; that will be victory.

However, Wang Ye had anticipated the thoughts of the two flag-bearer pilots. Despite the barrage of fire from the enemy, Wang Ye continued to rapidly maneuver and close in.

Moreover, Wang Ye's pace was always half a beat ahead of theirs. Every change of direction in his thug-like style was perfectly timed to coincide with the gaps in the enemy's firing. The previous four flag-style interceptors had not been able to stop him.

Not to mention the two that remain today!

In a mere thirty seconds, Wang Ye used two precise short bursts to pierce through the two flag-type aircraft that were still putting up a stubborn resistance.

With two muffled explosions, two fireballs plunged into the waves one after the other.

At this point, four flag-type early warning aircraft were in operation.

Annihilated!

From beginning to end, Wang Ye's actions were completely fluid, with offense and defense seamlessly integrated like a precisely calibrated clock.

At the same time, it cannot be said that the Union flag pilots did not work hard enough; every block and every volley they fired met the training standards.

However, in the face of absolute differences in battlefield experience and prediction, standardized tactics become the most vulnerable point that is easily seen through.

Simply put, there was no flash of inspiration.

"You bastard!"

Seeing that his own Union fleet flagship had lost four flagships in a short period of time, General Mike's cigar fell to the ground with a "thud" in the command room.

Staring at the rampaging red figure on the main screen, General Mike's imposing face trembled with rage.

Not long ago, he saw that the Taliban army had been routed and was convinced that the situation was settled.

So he waved his hand and ordered most of the aircraft carrier's waiting ships to return in formation to rest, replenish ammunition, rotate, and give the pilots a breather.

Their plan was to wait until the Celestials withdrew, then march into Taliban in a grand procession, staging a triumphant return for the audience within the gravity zone.

Who could have imagined that not long after, a mere modified Brute would dare to single-handedly crash into the fleet's defense zone and cleanly wipe out the outer perimeter guard team?

That was practically a solid slap in the face to Union, and it happened right in front of the entire Gravity Circle audience!

"What's going on at the hangar! How much longer until the sortie?"

Enraged by the humiliation he had caused, General Mike slammed his hand on the command platform again, his roar echoing throughout the command room.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! The enemy has already reached our doorstep, and you're still dawdling!"

Upon hearing this, the maintenance team leader quickly responded in a panic over the communicator.

"General, most of the aircraft are still undergoing ammunition resupply, and the pilots are in the recovery pod..."

"Currently, it will take at least five minutes to complete preparations and launch!"