Gundam 00: Rise of China

Graham didn't waste any more words.

General Mike's roar still echoed in the channel, while the distant hum of aircraft had already drowned out the sea breeze.

To show the enemy before him the final respect, Graham cast aside all distractions and immediately unleashed a barrage of attacks aimed at Wang Ye's thuggish, fatal points.

Unfortunately, Wang Ye's figure was always a fraction faster than his sword.

The modified thug maneuvered and darted through the air, thanks to the spatial perception abilities of the new humans that gave Wang Ye formidable insight.

As if Wang Ye could foresee the future, every time he turned to the side or raised his arm, he landed precisely on Graham's most uncomfortable spot.

Even though the crisp sound of blades clashing was continuous, sparks flew between the two, creating a curtain of light.

On the field, the crimson figure continued to press forward, forcing the superior Flagship to retreat repeatedly!

Although Wang Ye appeared to have the upper hand on the surface, he also acknowledged Graham's excellence.

In addition, Wang Ye's extreme modifications to the thug-style tactics, and the smooth execution of subsequent plans...

Once again parrying the sword, Wang Ye increased the distance between himself and his opponent, while glancing at the approaching enemy force.

enough!

With a slight smile, Wang Ye knew that the moment he had been waiting for was about to arrive.

Graham, having failed once again, had no idea what the other was thinking, and stared at the enemy who was making him incredibly angry.

For the first time, Graham was considering whether to get his men to cooperate with him.

Unfortunately, just as Graham was considering whether to use his numbers to bully the weaker party...

A large force of three-digit flag-bearing troops arrived at the scene in a standard anti-aircraft encirclement formation.

The dark mass of aircraft almost obscured half the sea, and their sheer number weighed heavily on one's heart.

On the public channel, reports from the squad leaders of the flag-shaped formations rose and fell, as the general ordered them to aim all their cannons at the crimson machine in the center of the encirclement.

"First squad in position!"

"Second squad, in position, target locked!"

Hearing friendly fire from his unit, Graham gripped the joystick tighter and tighter, finally letting out a long sigh and retreating dejectedly.

Three against one is his limit. Now, with more than a hundred flags surrounding one person, he really doesn't have the face to do such a thing.

He stared at the friendly forces about to launch their attack, then glanced at Wang Ye, who was surrounded in the middle.

Graham believes the other party deserved a more dignified end!

"Fire!"

Graham's regrets had no impact on reality, and he didn't take his own ace player into consideration at all.

On the command channel, General Mike's orders were laced with a fierce, clenched edge.

In an instant, as the command was given, hundreds of missiles lit up simultaneously, forming a dense web of fire that enveloped the center from all directions.

In everyone's mind, with this density of firepower, let alone the rioters, even those Celestials' Gundams probably wouldn't stand a chance.

But the next second, the crimson figure in the center of the fire network moved.

Instead of trying to break outwards, Wang Ye plunged deep into the enemy formation.

The Red Thug was fast, but the Flag-type electromagnetic missile was even faster, and then an absurd scene unfolded.

Wang Ye was not killed by the dense barrage of electromagnetic bullets. On the contrary, the Union army's flag on the side where Wang Ye was charging was shot down from the sky by bullets from his own side!

It was only when they saw their own people killing each other that some people realized what was going on.

We have indeed surrounded the other side in a sphere, but in other words, each of us is facing not only enemies but also our own people!

In just three minutes, fires exploded one after another within the encirclement.

The electromagnetic bullet, which couldn't bend, shot straight toward the other side. The bullet, which was supposed to kill Wang Ye, became Wang Ye's weapon instead!

In the chaos of battle, Wang Ye was actually more at ease than when fighting alone.

He was like a shark swimming into a school of fish, each change of direction making the Union's flag bearers feel like they were facing a formidable enemy, and each dodge dragged the enemy's trajectory to devour their own.

This scene left Graham, who was watching from the sidelines, completely dumbfounded.

He'd seen skilled people before, but he'd never seen anything this outrageous.

This is hardly a case of being surrounded and killed.

This is clearly treating so many of Union's elite players like monkeys!

Meanwhile, the live stream chat within the gravity zone had already exploded, and the cameras in the hands of the reporters watching from the front lines were shaking.

No one expected that what should have been a one-sided encirclement and attack would turn into such an absurd situation.

But what was even more shocking was the land of Taliban.

The soldiers guarding the front lines watched the broadcast, their eyes, which had previously been extinguished, regained their light.

"He's still hitting!"

"Lord Char is still fighting!"

Someone shouted first, and instantly the battlefield erupted in a deafening roar.

The Taliban training squadron closest to the battlefield, its captain, spurred on by the fighting spirit, led the remaining six old aircraft at full speed towards the open sea.

On a more distant front, the soldiers who had been driven to the brink of collapse by the Celestial Being's Gundam wiped away their tears and gripped the control sticks again.

"It'll work. At least we can still take a bite out of the enemy."

Having such thoughts means nothing more than death.

For Taliban soldiers who are no longer afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of if they are not afraid of death?

As the soldiers marched forward, the people in the city who had been crying in front of their televisions immediately stopped crying.

They switched to prayer, even with tears in their eyes, for the Taliban soldiers, and most importantly, for that person!

"We must win, Lord Char!"

That red figure wearing a mask truly became the light in their eyes at that moment.

It is the light that illuminates the sky in the darkness of despair!

Outside the encirclement, a deeply shocked Graham stared at the scattered black dots appearing on the distant horizon.

Those were Taliban troops who came to provide support.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

He had previously thought the other person was a martyr who wanted to stir people's hearts with death.

It turned out not to be.

Char never wanted death; he wanted to show those in dire straits what he truly wanted, through his own strength and his own power.

Hopefully, the end is far from over.

So, is this what he meant by "commander-in-chief"?

Thinking of this, Graham's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely felt that he had touched upon the area that the other party was in sight.

It's not just personal bravery, it's true prowess that can defeat ten thousand men!

But just as his mind began to wander, a piercing air raid siren suddenly sounded from the direction of the fleet.

The sharp buzzing pierced through the noise of the battlefield, even drowning out the roar of machine guns.

Upon hearing the sound, Graham abruptly turned his head to look.

Then a wild laugh echoed across all the public channels, the sound filled with undisguised brutality and mockery that made one's eardrums ache.

"Hey, Union folks, you've been so focused on the heavens, you've forgotten about the guests in the sea?"

Ali al-Saches.

Graham's pupils suddenly contracted; he recognized the voice—it was the infamous Moralian Mad Dog, who had been known even before Char!

In an instant, all the fragments pieced together in Graham's mind.

Char, charging alone, deliberately drew away all the flag-bearers in a prolonged melee, unwilling to unleash his full power...

It turns out that Char wasn't actually facing a challenge alone.

Besides manipulating everyone's hearts, was he also scheming how to attack the Union's main fleet?

"Is this what a commander should be like?"

With his eyes wide open, Graham, however unwilling to admit it, knew that Wang Ye's magnanimity far surpassed his own!

Fortunately, Graham wasn't the only one who was distracted.

In the command center of the Union fleet flagship, General Mike stared coldly at the Brut, piloted by Sacher, which was now speeding away with rocket boosters.

"Anti-aircraft guns! Stop him! Stop him now!"

His hysterical roars echoed in the command room, his mind filled with images of his future, nailed to the pillar of shame.