Great, we're doomed now!

Stress? I don't have any stress.

Birdwin blinked, puzzled.

However, Agunica always managed them from the perspective of an elder brother, and Birdwin, who was relatively less experienced, felt that there might be some misunderstanding, but it would be too troublesome to explain, so he did not continue to speak.

The middle-aged man had originally intended to report to Ye Shou, but this incident happened by chance. Since the report wasn't urgent, he simply escorted Birdwin back to his office, letting the purple-haired youth calm down before discussing anything else.

Of course, Birdwin didn't think he needed to calm down or reflect on anything; he simply assumed Agunica was trying to entertain him and was quite grateful.

"Thank you for the coffee... By the way, I haven't had anyone correct it yet."

Birdwin handed his manuscript to Agnica, his voice tinged with excitement, "These are some things I've come up with from listening to Lord Kuze's teachings, observing his words and actions, and summarizing my findings... Hehe, please excuse my poor writing."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Agnica was first taken aback, even a little flustered, before her face lit up with joy: "Oh, that's a great idea! No matter how well you write, being able to understand the greatness of Lord Kuze Yoru is already beyond... um?"

Águnica initially dismissed the idea of ​​Birdwin writing a book, thinking that Birdwin's idea was worth encouraging, but in reality... ha!

Writing a book? Birdwin?

He's only been with Lord Kuze for a few days. What does he know about Lord Kuze?

Unlike me, who was Lord Kuze's first follower in this era and the true chief apostle, I truly understand him!

With a lighthearted and playful attitude, Agnica opened the manuscript and skimmed through it page by page. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his brows began to furrow.

Upon seeing this, Birdwin asked anxiously, "How is it?"

Agunica did not answer immediately, but instead asked, "What did Lord Ye Shou say?"

"He...didn't say anything, but he urged me to focus on the right path and not get distracted by things outside of the mission."

Yes! That's right!

Agnica put down the manuscript, looking heartbroken: "You must understand Lord Ye Shou's good intentions, regardless of whether his words and deeds were recorded in a book... or whether this matter itself was right or wrong."

First and foremost, you are a soldier, and only then a follower. For us, obeying orders and completing missions is our duty. Have you forgotten that?

"I will never forget it for a moment!"

Birdwin finally came to his senses: "That's right, what am I waiting for? I have to go back immediately!"

Thank you, Mr. Cayeru, and this manuscript…

"I'm afraid you'll get distracted, so I'll leave it with you for now."

Agnucca shook his head, adopting an older brother's demeanor: "Come back to me when you've finished your mission."

"All right……"

After much agonizing reflection, Birdwin left the manuscript behind and then walked out with an air of nonchalance, his demeanor noticeably changed.

Once the door closed, the footsteps faded away, and no one else came, Agnucca hurriedly opened the manuscript and began to read it very carefully.

After a while, he seemed to feel that this was not enough, so he bent down, opened the bookcase, and took out a relatively thin document.

Opening the cover reveals a collection of phrases, notes, and annotations, as well as attempts to weave them into a coherent narrative.

Agnukka placed Birdwin's "Eternal Proverbs" on the table, and his own copy in front of him. He picked up his pen and looked up at the book every now and then, writing furiously with his head down.

"Well written!"

How could I not have thought of that line! Damn it!

Chapter 179 Sydney: A Familiar Feeling?

At the same time that a purple-haired guy was being slapped by his golden stand-in, in the office just a door away, Falk suddenly shuddered.

Calling it a thunderclap might be an exaggeration, but it was more like a static shock passing through my mind, inexplicably bringing to mind the image of Birdwin.

"This……"

"Ok?"

Ye Shou withdrew his substitute, releasing much of the pent-up frustration in his chest. He then became interested after noticing Falk's unusual behavior.

"You can feel it?"

"……Yes."

Falk shifted his posture somewhat awkwardly, his expression also strange.

Is this a post-operative complication or something similar?

"I suppose so, but it might actually be a blessing in disguise for you. Gundam pilots often experience these symptoms, but so far no adverse reactions have been observed, and they have actually gained quite a bit of benefit."

"benefit?"

"You'll understand once you actually sit in a Gundam and start simulation training."

Ye Shou smiled and said, "You'll find yourself completely different now than before!"

“Actually, I had a vague feeling about it too…” Falk reached up and touched the streamlined shield on the back of his neck, “Could such a small implant really cause the human brain to evolve?”

"Calling it evolution is too much of an exaggeration; it's just about developing potential. How much of an effect it will have remains to be seen in future developments."

Ye Shou looked at him with interest: "Do you know what happened outside the door just now?"

“It’s very blurry…” Falk wasn’t sure. “I just felt a jolt of electricity, and for some reason, I thought of the officer who was being reprimanded earlier.”

"This is the telepathy between Gundam pilots. You are currently just passively receiving it unconsciously. In order to improve combat efficiency, you must learn to control it and understand it. This is also one of the training subjects you will be undergoing next."

Ye Shou added, "Everyone's brainwaves are unique. Although the waveforms can be roughly divided into several categories, differences will appear in the details."

The Gundam frame differs from ordinary mass-produced mobile suits. To achieve the highest level of perfection, we fine-tune the operating system based on the pilot's personality traits, pushing the compatibility between the Gundam and the pilot to its theoretical limit.

“No wonder the pilot needs to be present just to manufacture the frame… It seems that piloting a Gundam is not an easy task.” Falk suddenly realized, but he was still very confident in himself. After all, he was top-notch in terms of both skills and qualifications.

"I will do my utmost to complete the mission, Your Excellency!"

"very good."

Ye Shou nodded in satisfaction, then smiled faintly: "Although I really want to reassure you not to feel too much pressure, we don't actually have much time."

"You just mentioned the Second Battle of Sydney."

Falk asked solemnly, "What is the enemy's troop strength?"

"It's impossible to judge, since we can't infiltrate M·A's ranks. But judging from past battles, the force will only be larger than the first time, and once it's launched, it will be as swift as lightning!"

As Ye Shou said this, there was little tension or fear on his face: "We don't even know when they will launch an attack, so we can only race against time and try our best to make more preparations."

Since the advent of the information age, large-scale military operations have become increasingly difficult to conceal from hostile nations possessing spy satellites. Furthermore, human armies need to mobilize, prepare sufficient supplies, and address the issue of deployment capabilities before they can be mobilized.

In conclusion, modern warfare is an extremely large and complex systemic project, and it cannot be launched on a whim. Many seemingly sudden military attacks, upon careful review of the past, reveal that they were foreshadowed.

—But M·A doesn't have to follow these rules.

They require no pre-battle mobilization, no clothing, food, medicine, or even large-scale stockpiling of supplies; they can collect resources directly in the war zone using Bruman. Furthermore, each large M·A is a mobile arsenal, capable of self-repairing during lulls in the fighting.

The Human Alliance cannot plant spies, nor can it judge the enemy's situation by the consumption of resources. It can only use some technical means to make a rough estimate... and the difference in accuracy is self-evident.

"You don't seem worried?"

"We have done the best we can with the existing conditions."

Moreover, we will inevitably face a large-scale encirclement and suppression by the M·A sooner or later. If we can't even withstand that, how can we reclaim the moon?

"Take back the moon?" Falk's body stiffened, his eyes fixed intently on Ye Shou. "Is this the next step in the battle plan? How audacious..."

"Scared?"

"How is that possible!"

Falk stood up abruptly and saluted: "When that day comes, please allow me to be the first to lead the attack!"

"Heh~ Don't get excited, sit down first... I'll remember." Ye Shou chuckled, but he could understand Falk's feelings.

What is the biggest disadvantage of the Human Alliance compared to the M·A faction?

--resource!

The Yahab reactor, as a fantastic energy source, has only one drawback: it emits special particles that cause surrounding electronic equipment to malfunction.

A semi-metal found on Mars can effectively shield against this particle effect, so it is widely used in transport ships and mobile suits. It can be said that this mineral is what gives Mars such great strategic value.

However, M·A's Kabbalah-class warships occupied the lunar base and blockaded the Martian colony, causing humanity to be geographically divided into two factions with very few means of communication, and the semi-metal transport lines were reduced by more than 90%!

At this point, humanity faces a very awkward reality:

To prevent the colonies from becoming too powerful and to avoid a repeat of the close father-son relationship seen in Britain and the United States, countries around the world imposed technological blockades when establishing their colonies.

The colonies on Mars do not have the capacity to build warships on their own; even the Yahab Reactor had to be built on Earth and then sent there!

Now we can open up the technology, but with M·A monitoring us, how easy is it for the Mars Sphere to build a new industrial chain?

This has led to a situation where Earth has no usable minerals, Mars has minerals but they are useless, and production capacity has plummeted to rock bottom!

Even now, with mobile suits being produced at breakneck speed, hundreds upon hundreds being manufactured, each battleship still requires a long and arduous process of preparation...

The reason Falk was so excited to hear about the "moon" was that M·A's warships were based on the moon, making it difficult for human starships to enter and exit, and constantly threatening the delicate lifeline between Earth and Mars.

This sword of Damocles is everyone's nightmare!

Moreover, the moon also stores an unknown amount of M·A, and it is the enemy's stronghold. Taking it down would be the most glorious victory since the Great Rebellion!

“I really didn’t expect Sydney’s strategic plan to be so…bold.” Falk hesitated for a moment, swallowing back the word “radical.”

Ye Shou narrowed his eyes: "This is unavoidable. The Allied Forces have lost confidence in engaging in large-scale battles with M·A. They are wary of each other between cities and are only thinking about how to use their teammates as scapegoats to prolong their own lives."

If this situation cannot be changed, humanity will never be able to defeat the M·A—we desperately need a victory!

The first Battle of Sydney did indeed rely on Ye Shou's sudden emergence to successfully repel M·A and achieve a great deal of results, but in the end it was only a defensive battle, and Sydney itself still suffered considerable losses.

To date, humanity has never initiated a large-scale war and achieved a complete victory!

In order to reverse this negative overall atmosphere, the Gundam Army must reclaim the moon!

It's not about restoring a city to its former glory, but about that ancient satellite in the night sky that everyone is familiar with.

The only reason to use this star as a springboard is to venture towards Mars, and Ye Shou's recapture of the moon is to announce to the world that humanity's counterattack begins now!

……

Not only was Ye Shou making preparations in full swing, but M·A, as a tireless killing machine, was also busy.

The Kabala-class warship "Ann" has now left its original orbit and is hovering next to a metal structure that is even larger than itself.

This is a satellite wreckage imbued with a sense of history. Its thick outer shell makes it impossible to tell whether it is man-made armor or a naturally formed layer of earth. Inside, however, are various compartments and pipes that have long since lost their original function. Huge blocks of ice cover everything, freezing the tragedies that happened in the past within them, unchanged, as if everything were just yesterday...