Great, we're doomed now!

Something stabbed my heart!

"It's too late!"

His breathing stopped abruptly, and he blurted out something instinctively, startling his companions.

"Hey, Captain? Are you alright? What's the problem that we're running late?"

"...Huh? I told you...why I'm like this..."

The captain shook his head violently, put down his binoculars, and although cold sweat inexplicably broke out on his forehead and neck, he couldn't care less. A strong sense of unease overwhelmed him, making it impossible for him to make a calm judgment.

He shouted into his headset, "Hexagonal Squad, move out now and drive the convoy back! We'll attack from both sides!"

Okay, received.

Just one minute later, the captain and the others entered the MS, and the hexagonal squad, having reached the designated location, sent a communication:

[Operation begins, we... Zzzzz~]

The channel was suddenly cut off, and only static came from the other end of the microphone.

"Electromagnetic interference? Is it the resonance effect of the Yahab reactor?"

One of the team members was surprised, but quickly offered his own explanation: "I heard that the Gundam has two reactors, which are more effective at jamming than ordinary mobile suits. I didn't expect that it would be able to cut off communications at short distances."

The captain nodded as he listened, but his unease grew stronger.

"Repeat, calling Hexagonal Squad: What happened—"

drop!drop!drop!

[Unit lost! (Friendly unit lost)]

A piercing warning sounded, and everyone's expression changed drastically.

【unitlost!】

"!"

【unitlost!】

"..."

On the screen, the icons of the other team were completely grayed out, with an ominous red cross appearing on them!

They were not destroyed at the same time, but rather as quickly as a breeze passing by in the blink of an eye, and were destroyed one after another within three seconds!

"What happened? I didn't see anything!"

"Hexagonal Squad! Hexagonal Squad!"

"Don't panic, we can't be sure they're dead yet. Maybe the powerful electromagnetic pulse destroyed the signal generator... Wait, what's that?"

"There's something... Spread out and adjust to B3 formation!"

The ion reaction of the thrusters was very noticeable under the cover of night, but the extremely fast speed exceeded the limits of dynamic vision, leaving only a continuous afterimage on the retina as if the frames were being skipped. In the blink of an eye, the other party had already rushed over!

Straight!

There were absolutely no tactics involved!

...Perhaps those things aren't even necessary. The machine's goal is simply to rush over and wipe them all out, nothing more.

But this straightforward, almost foolish action gave the captain an indescribable feeling of unease, as if his limbs had been pulled out of their way.

"No! It's too late! Hurry! Hurry!"

Under the captain's command, the four mobile suits quickly dispersed. The heavily modified captain's suit, wielding a pickaxe, charged forward, while two sword guards flanked from both sides. Armor-piercing swords hung on their backs, and 300mm long-range rifles were held in their hands.

This equipment is considered too heavy, but thanks to the thermal phase-change thrusters, it can still achieve rapid movement.

—But they soon discovered that even with the latest thrusters, their speed still couldn't match that of their opponents!

The pre-arranged encirclement has already lost its meaning before it has even been formed!

"How could there be such mobility within the atmosphere!"

The only sniper-specialized machine was at the very back, its heel anchored flat, the nails deeply embedded in the rock wall. It knelt down, supporting a thirteen-meter-long launcher. A series of calibration data flashed across its field of vision, which the pilot used to lock onto the target.

The most expensive unit in the entire squad is not the leader's machine, but this specialized machine equipped with a new type of electromagnetic cannon.

An electromagnetic railgun, as the name suggests, uses electromagnetic force to accelerate projectiles to thousands of meters per second, using powerful kinetic energy to deliver a devastating blow to the target!

Ordinary electromagnetic guns would struggle to penetrate thick nano-armor at long range, but the "bullets" used in this particular machine were extremely special, employing a semi-metal sourced from Mars... Now that M·A has occupied the lunar base and cut off the Mars route, this material has become incredibly expensive.

Interestingly, the war that broke out between nations on Mars was originally about seizing minerals, including semi-metals, but now no one can afford them anymore.

The M·A's control center is hidden inside the head, making it difficult to find any gaps unless you risk your life to get close. However, the MS's cockpit is a large target, so this electromagnetic cannon can be called a mobile suit killer!

This pilot was extremely experienced; hitting the target was as easy for him as eating and drinking.

【unitlost!】

On the footage transmitted back by the camera unit, two arms gripping warhammers flew high into the air, the thickened shoulder shields were sliced ​​open like tofu, the heavily modified captain's machine fell heavily to the ground, and only a flash of blue flame could be seen at the edge of the screen!

--drop!

The piercing warning sound told the sniper that this was not an illusion.

"How is this possible..."

The camera moves rapidly in an attempt to lock onto the target, but can only follow the tail flames of the enemy, seeing sections of severed metal skeletons.

【unitlost!】

【unitlost!】

A large red cross fell, and both sword guards were shot down!

Calm down! Calm down!

They were all shot down within a minute, with actual contact time not exceeding ten seconds.

What exactly are we fighting against?!

Is it a ghost or a demon?!

The sniper's mental defenses had almost completely collapsed, but at that moment he witnessed an unbelievable scene:

The machine stopped, holding the long-range rifle from the sword guard in its hand, its movements momentarily halted.

An unbelievable thought flashed through the sniper's mind:

This guy is a newbie!

Indeed, after the M·A rebellion, armies from various countries formed an alliance to fight against it, and completed the standardization of their operations.

Since the enemy doesn't use human weapons anyway, none of them were locked; you could just pick them up on the battlefield and use them.

However, their squad was a "secret military police" unit, which was meant to do dirty work, and all their fire control systems were locked with authentication locks!

A true veteran pilot wouldn't make this mistake; only a complete novice would pick up weapons according to dogma... But how could this guy be a novice?

—A sniper's movements are faster than a thought; the moment they lock onto their target, they have already fired the deadly bullet.

An object traveling at several thousand meters per second can be considered a hit once locked on, unless dodged in advance!

His heart stopped beating, and that tenth of a second felt like an eternity—

Clang!

The golden-red light was split in two, creating a huge crater in the ground, and smoke and dust instantly engulfed everything.

"...What did I see?"

His throat moved involuntarily but felt incredibly dry, and a bloody smell rose in his chest. The sniper's pupils trembled as he stared at the billowing smoke and dust. The man who had experienced the brutal battlefield was now pale, like a child fearing a demon in the night.

The electromagnetic railgun projectile... was cut open?

How could that be? That's an unreasonable, unscientific, and absurd thing!

He desperately denied everything, but reality shattered his last hope. When the smoke cleared, the silver-white machine with a faint blue glow still stood on the ground.

He held a golden longsword in each hand, one of which still bore the marks of intense heat.

[Bayeli] did nothing but stand there quietly watching the last enemy plane.

Only a few seconds may have passed, but the sniper was already soaked in sweat. His lips twitched, and he tried to muster his courage but ultimately slumped back into his seat.

hum~

The fire control system is shut down, the propeller is extinguished, and the reactor enters standby mode.

"I surrender."

An unexpectedly calm and relieved voice came from the general channel, causing Ye Shou, whose eyelids were lowered, to nod slightly.

In another cockpit, the sniper couldn't help but burst into tears after finishing his story.

"I'm sorry... Captain, I... I don't want to die at the hands of this demon... It's pointless now..."

-

"Ugh! Damn it!"

Inside the powerless MS, the captain, bleeding from his forehead, struggled to move his arm. The compressed cabin left him with little room to move, but he had to get his self-defense pistol quickly.

Because he also saw what had just happened through the head-mounted camera unit. It was shocking enough, but it also made him realize that the battle was over and they had suffered a crushing defeat without any doubt!

Since that's the case, rather than be captured and humiliated, it's better to die for a noble cause!

The captain drew his pistol, staring at the gray-painted barrel, and suddenly felt a pang of disorientation:

Ordinary pilots do not need to carry pistols and salvo ammunition, because M·A does not take prisoners.

However, as a private military police force, they often need to fight against different factions of mobile suits or carry out covert operations in order to complete the tasks assigned to them. Pistols can also come in handy at times.

The captain had pulled the trigger time and time again, not to protect humanity, but to execute powerful figures' political enemies... and now, it was finally his turn.

Logically, he shouldn't have hesitated. It's normal to get killed in this line of work, especially for someone who's already gotten their hands dirty... but he still regretted it.

Why, why didn't I die on the front lines against M·A, but instead had to end my life in such a humiliating way in this nameless Gobi Desert?!

I once dreamed of the Seven Star Medal!

I also wanted to dedicate myself to a greater cause... but then I realized I was no longer qualified...

Trembling, he pointed the gun at himself. Suddenly, the machine shook, and the cockpit was forcibly opened. The dim light of dawn shone in, allowing the captain to see the full view of [Bayeri].