Commander's Anime Harem

Mutal looked at the officers of the Earth Federation who were hiding with him in the underground nuclear-proof command center built by the country led by the Atlantic Federation a hundred years ago. They had different expressions on their faces, and he felt a desire for more power in his heart. As there is an old proverb in East Asia across the sea, "A blessing in disguise", when an event happens, there may be both losses and gains.

Washington was razed to the ground by the Higla nuclear attack. Many of Murtagh's political partners, the bureaucrats who opened green channels for the military-industrial complex and engaged in power-for-sex transactions with him, all became rich. Including the seemingly powerful president in the White House, he turned into ashes before he could escape. This is a loss.

The harvest was that those guys who claimed to be clean and citizen defenders who had been against Blue Cosmos were also blown to ashes. In addition, some old guys within Blue Cosmos relied on their own resources and seniority to suppress Murta everywhere. It was obvious that their abilities were less than one thousandth of his, but they relied on these incomprehensible things to oppose him everywhere and obstruct his plan to destroy the monsters in the sky.

Now they are all dead at the hands of the Higla Empire. Blue Cosmos is his one-man show, and those doves in the Earth Alliance Army were previously transferred by him to fight against the Higla people's space fleet, and most of them are gone. In addition, so many people died in Washington, and the Earth Alliance Army is full of revenge ghosts. As long as they are guided a little, countless loyal people will rush to serve him.

Isn't this a kind of concentration of power, Murtagh said.

Xiao Renwu: "See, he even has to thank me!

"Okay, what is the current global war situation? I need to know the most accurate information."

Murtagh, who thought positively, felt much better and became friendly to the Earth Federation officers who were bowing their heads below. However, his smile now was more of a precursor to a volcanic eruption to the people below, and no one dared to stand up and offend this killing god who already held most of the power.

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Author's Note: Stella is about to appear~

Chapter 382: Destroying Gundam in Paris

"What is the current war situation in Europe?"

The Angel of Death Murtagh felt much better when he thought that no one could restrain him. He could not help but use a "gentle" tone when asking questions, which made his subordinates tremble with fear. People who didn't know the inside story might think that this handsome blond man with a gentle expression was a well-read and elegant social elite.

The Cheyenne Mountain Base, buried deep in the mountains, was built to preserve the existence of the Atlantic Federation's flame in the event of a nuclear war. The dozens of meters thick granite can still stand firm even in the face of a nuclear explosion. Such a confidential and important place relies on small nuclear reactors deep inside for energy supply. There is plenty of artificial light, but the officials of the Atlantic Federation only feel that their lives are bleak.

Murtagh's inquiries were all minefields. Although all the officers who could reach this base were shining generals, and the service badges on their chests could occupy a large area, everyone looked at each other, and no one was willing to go out and attract attention at this critical juncture.

"Does the Federation only support good-for-nothings like you who only know how to take money?"

Seeing that no one responded, Murta's face immediately darkened. His sharp triangular eyes scanned the people below, as if he was considering who to use to make soup tonight.

Seeing that the current Blue Cosmos commander was about to turn his attention to him, the highest-ranking officer quickly used his eyes to signal the senior general who had been slapped in the face by Murtagh because his rank was not as high as others and was pushed out again. Those gray-haired old guys said: "Go ahead, we are counting on you, and we will collect your body later."

The general who was nicknamed the Shoe Horn General within the Earth Alliance Army immediately showed an expression of wanting to cry but having no tears, but the person behind him gave the order, so he had to go.

"How many times has this happened?" He couldn't help but feel angry at his direct superior's undisguised practice of shifting the blame to others, saying that his friend must die but he must live. It seemed that the Atlantic Federation was doomed!

"Commander..."

The unfortunate general took a deep breath and tremblingly told the current battlefield situation.

"According to the General Staff's estimates, the situation in Europe is still acceptable. Although the New Century Maginot Line, which the Eurasian Federation spent a huge amount of money to build on the Iberian Peninsula, was breached by the positron city-breaking cannons stolen by the despicable Higla Empire, the Earth Alliance Army is now fighting bravely against the enemy!"

"In Central Asia, the Eurasian Federation is using the terrain to block the mechanized forces of the East Asian Republic. According to the intelligence shared with us by the Eurasian Federation, their last communication was of East Asian mobile suits, the Strike Jegan. Perhaps they have already wiped out the enemy forces...?"

Seeing Murtagh glaring at him with a murderous look, General Shoe Horn couldn't help but pause, as if choking, but he still instinctively ended the sentence with a question.

The other generals were all sweating profusely. The battle report of the Eurasian Federation was like listening to a speech. If it was like listening to a speech, it was all water and had no substance. However, they also understood that the Atlantic Federation had someone launch a nuclear bomb at the door. If the Higla Empire used a nuclear bomb to pave the way, the Eurasian Federation would surely be unable to resist. But was this something that could be said?

The old generals kept silent, watching their noses and their hearts, because the people who were to take the blame were facing the coming storm in front of them.

"You ***!!!"

Poor General Shoehorn had taken a few blows on the right cheek before, and now the left was also hit hard by the leather shoe thrown by the enraged Murta, leaving a deep mark. Murta was certainly right to be angry. At this time, such a major military and national event, these guys and the Eurasian Federation's garbage were still playing tricks by not reporting it. He looked around at the generals with bloodshot eyes. Who could he trust and who could not? He had completely lost his composure. Were those attacking armies on the map really attacking, or had they been annihilated? How many of them were real?!

The only good news is that the grassroots officers of the Earth Alliance Army are still trustworthy. Now they are full of hatred for the Adjusters and the Higla people, a group of monsters from the sky, and they are firm believers in the Blue Cosmos. This is also the reason why Murtagh can still stand here and give orders.

Just as Murtagh was slowly taking off his non-existent glasses with his trembling right hand, intending to directly COS the 1976 version of the Führer's anger, a loud noise suddenly came from outside, so noisy that it made people feel very uneasy.

"Snapped!"

"Oh no! France has fallen, and the enemy is attacking Germany and Italy in two directions!!!"

As expected, a combat staff officer stumbled in through the door and let out a scream, which made the senior officers in the room look defeated and incredulous. You know, no matter how weak the Eurasian Federation is, it still has nearly hundreds of thousands of standing troops, plus as many as ten heavy mechanized corps and the assault daggers provided by the Atlantic Federation.

Not to mention the Destroyer Gundam built by the Eurasian Federation. It looks huge and powerful, with battleship-class main guns capable of destroying any city or fortress, and an offensive and defensive mobile suit with an outrageous firepower. Even if the Eurasian Federation's frontline commander is a fool, there is no way the East Asian Republic can conquer France in such a short time, right? ! !

Even if there are hundreds of thousands of pigs, it will take them at least a week to catch them.jpg

"The Higla Empire used nuclear weapons again?!!"

Upon hearing this extremely bad news, the Murta people were completely dumbfounded. "Damn it, Higla people, are you really using this thing as a conventional weapon? What's the point of it? Even a large number of conventional troops would collapse in fear if a nuclear bomb were dropped, even if they just witnessed it, right?!"

"That's not true..."

The combat staff officer answered cautiously and truthfully. He had been responsible for receiving information on the war situation in Europe. Although he didn't know why the commander-in-chief asked this, he dared to guarantee with his own life that the information would definitely not be wrong. The Higla people did not use nuclear-like ammunition in Europe.

"That's good. I thought they were really that ruthless." Hearing that the Higla people didn't use nuclear bombs, Murtati's heart almost dropped. He took a sip of the water on the table, and after calming down, he continued to ask: "Then why are East Asia and the Higla people advancing so quickly? Could it be that the French have surrendered again? Didn't the Eurasian Federation set up a supervision team?"

"The Eurasian Federation's Destroyer Gundam production base was seized by the Higla special forces. They drove the Destroyer Gundam all the way through the Eurasian Federation's defenses."

"puff--!!!"

The red liquid looked so psychedelic under the incandescent light, and Murtagh's heart finally died. He never expected that the war weapons that the Eurasian Federation had put all its efforts into building would be given away in vain. The enemy was obviously well prepared, and directly drove the stolen machines to destroy the manufacturing plant, and used the Destroy Gundam's super maneuverability to destroy the Eurasian Federation's defense line in France.

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse, like a triple dive. No one could endure such a life. The fact that he didn't have a breakdown and instead found a rooftop to use the unpolluted gravity of the earth showed that he was very strong inside. The angry golden retriever fainted.

I was so angry that I fainted because of my stupid teammates, those who deceived my superiors and those who were disloyal and unjust.

At this moment in the French capital, a gigantic figure like a demon from hell was wreaking havoc in the once prosperous city.

A huge tortoise-shell-like backpack covered its upper body, and the Destroyer Gundam in MA form raised its two twin-mounted Impact 13 high-energy beam cannons and aimed them at the city's buildings.

"boom--!"

A torrent of light spurted out from the muzzle of the battleship-class main gun, rushing straight into the distance. The buildings, tanks, and mobile suits along the way all collapsed and disappeared in this stream of light that illuminated the entire night sky, and the humans inside were transformed into products of high temperature and heat.

"Shhhhh-"

In the sky, the Sky Overlords of the Eurasian Federation's urgently assembled air strike force were firing missile launchers at this huge machine that far exceeded the ordinary MS. They had no time to notify the friendly forces on the ground who had not yet evacuated. The order from above was to delay the Destroyer Gundam in place.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with dense missiles dragging white smoke and rushing towards the dark figure of the Destroyer Gundam. It seemed that it had discovered the incoming missiles. The gem-like device between the monster-like blood-red eyes on the front of the Destroyer Gundam backpack burst out with a beam of light. A mesh shield protected the body. All the missiles hit it and exploded, but did not affect the body at all.

"Guys, we're flying!"

Seeing that the missiles had no effect, the squadron leader of the Sky Overlord formation decided to fly another wave to empty the missiles from the missile launcher. He was not exposed to the Destroyer Gundam's weapons and thought that this machine should not have much air defense capabilities.

"Captain, look!"

Just as the formation began to climb in altitude, the Destruction Gundam's tortoise-shell backpack on the ground began to flash with green dots of light.

then……

Like the lasers that swing wildly for show effects at a star's concert, the Destruction Gundam backpack radiates death rays from all sides. They intersect at random angles, and the net they outline covers all the Sky Overlord formations that have not yet left the airspace, leaving only a series of explosions and falling wreckage representing the last traces of the Sky Overlord formations left in this world.

The circular beam array air defense system composed of twenty Water Lily 503 thermal plasma composite cannons destroyed the incoming formation. After the pilot confirmed that the enemy was eliminated, he continued to control the plundered machine to destroy the air defense force of the Eurasian Federation. He had tried his best not to project firepower to where there were civilians, but the Destroyer Gundam was too powerful, and it was difficult to reduce the list of European gentlemen killed.

In addition to the large and powerful twin-mounted Impact 13 high-energy beam cannon and the circular beam array air defense system, ECOAS pilots prefer the MARK62 six-mounted multi-purpose missile launcher, whose crazy firepower is enough to destroy those MS that come running to attack.

As the morning sun emerged from the clouds and cast its warm rays upon the city, the iron tower that had once been a landmark building had collapsed, leaving behind only the wreckage of the city with flames still lingering. In the distance, three Destroyer Gundams were gradually moving away.

Chapter 383: War in Europe

Under the dense green vines hang crystal clear grapes of large size, condensed with morning dew. The thin skin is so delicate that you can almost see the juicy flesh inside. However, there are no farmers working or maintaining this lush vineyard. The rumbling sound of machinery and the long smoke in the distance clearly indicate that a large army is marching.

"Observation Post No. 10 reports that there are forty enemy main battle tanks and infantry fighting vehicles in front of our position, moving eighty yards away. Three mobile suits carrying airborne combat backpacks are also located one and a half kilometers away. I'd like to ask..."

"Roger that. Observation Post No. 10, continue observation. Soldiers, hold your posts!"

"Oh, yes."

The young soldier Mason, who wanted to ask when he could retreat to the rear to rest, hung up the communication reluctantly. Now that the electromagnetic power on the battlefield was completely blocked by the Higla people, only wired communication could contact the rear command while maintaining concealment.

Paris has fallen, and now Mason has no idea where all the bigwigs in Paris have moved to. The command center that ordered him to go to the front line also has no idea where it is. The soldiers under him have different opinions, all communications are cut off, and even mobile phones have no signal.

"Maybe he went to Lyon? Or Provence? He can't have gone abroad, can he?"

Mason carefully packed up the observation equipment issued to their company, which was said to be worth more than even selling him, and put it in a hidden place in the attic of the winery. At the same time, he wondered where the bigwigs above had gone, and did not notice the dark shadow slowly approaching behind him.

"Oi!!!"

A sudden scream frightened Mason so much that his hair stood on end. He scrambled towards a place he thought was safe and fumbled to draw the pistol from his waist. However, after its establishment, the Earth United Army paid very little attention to the construction of the army. Even the front-line combat troops only had simple equipment for urban special police such as bulletproof vests and bulletproof helmets. Mason, the big-headed soldier, had to pay for his own pistol at his own expense, and he even forgot to equip himself with a quick-draw.

Mason, whose pistol was entangled in the bandages and had not been able to pull it out for a long time, watched the dark figure holding something approaching. Tears and snot blurred his vision. He shrank his body backwards, trying to hide his 200-pound body in the narrow attic.

The young man stretched out his hands to block the way, and with a trembling voice, he shouted to the shadow in self-taught Chinese: "Hey, uh, surrender... surrender... pay the money and you won't be killed... don't kill me..."

"..."

As Mason spoke Chinese with a thick dialect, the black shadow actually stopped. Only then did the young man see clearly that the person coming was his immediate superior, Lieutenant Hanold. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and what he was holding in his hand was not the weapon Mason had expected, but a bottle of red wine.

"Um, Lieutenant, I think I can explain." Mason wanted to argue for his survival, but seeing Lieutenant Hanold, who was so tall and strong that his head almost touched the attic ceiling, clenched his fists, the young man could only plead, "Don't hit me in the face."

Five minutes later, in the narrow attic of the Eurasian Federation Army's No. 10 Observation Post, which was once a winery owned by a wealthy man and specialized in producing high-end wines, four men in Earth Federation Army uniforms came to eat canned luncheon meat from the supplies and drank a bottle of high-end wine that Lieutenant Honold had found in the wine cellar but had not had time to take away. One of them had dark circles under his eyes.

"Bang!" Lieutenant Hanold, who had taken a sip from the same drink, slammed the high-end crystal glass he had found to the ground, sending shards flying. The French hunk cursed, "Zhao, why haven't those officers back there launched their artillery fire yet? The enemy is almost gone!!"

Thick smoke billowed outside the window. The mechanized corps of the East Asian Republic never stopped, advancing as if in an endless stream. For these French men, this was simply dancing on their bottom line. These Asians who came all the way from another continent were trampling on the land of the white people.

"I wish I could attack and fight the enemy to the death!"

This was the common feeling of the four soldiers hiding in the attic, but looking at the four assault rifles leaning against the wall, the men fell silent.

"Forget it, let's just drink. This is a bottle of red wine that soldiers like us couldn't possibly afford in our lifetimes. Since it's been taken down by its owner, they deserve to enjoy it!"

Just as the four soldiers, who were about to drink the bitter wine with a pain in their throats, were about to toast, a whooshing sound was heard outside. Except for Lieutenant Hanold, all the soldiers were new recruits. Hearing the deafening sound, they hurried over to get their guns and then found a place to hide. Only Lieutenant Hanold stuck his head out to cheer.

"Hahahahahaha, it's our artillery, the counterattack has finally begun!"

Just as the Eurasian Federation officer said, a few sparse white lines streaked across the sky, followed by a loud bang that could shatter eardrums. Although the East Asian Republic's convoy responded immediately and evacuated in all directions, many transport vehicles were still hit by shells, and both the people and the vehicles were turned into a ball of wreckage with thick smoke rising from it.

"It seems the old man is still powerful. Oh, a few more shots?!"

Hanold was very dissatisfied with the fact that less than three transport vehicles were destroyed and the enemy's main linear artillery, main battle vehicles and armored vehicles had successfully avoided the attack. He ignored the pulling of Mason and others, took off his military uniform like a drunk lunatic, climbed out of the attic window as nimbly as a horse, and reached the roof in a few seconds, waving his military uniform and cursing.

"Is there no ruthless people in France? Chao, you are a bunch of maggots and pigs who feast on the flesh and blood of the people and the country, and now you can't even afford to fire a cannon?!"

"We can only let the enemy trample our land with their fucking caterpillar tracks and MS's big feet, Chao!!!"

The passionate lieutenant did not see that his own artillery continued to bombard the enemy, but that countless thin white lines rose from the ground in the enemy's direction, almost covering the sky.

At this time, it was less than two minutes before the Eurasian artillery opened fire.

Like a meteor-like firework in broad daylight, it smashed down on the enemy artillery position that killed its comrades with an unstoppable momentum. Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions rose up, and the self-propelled artillery that had no time to escape was blown to pieces. The inquiries sent by the front-line observation post fell on deaf ears, as if the position in the rear had never existed in the first place.

Looking at the arc passing by him, Hanold was stunned. He did not expect the enemy's counterattack to come so quickly. He estimated that the self-propelled artillery position hidden in the mountains was finished. But he still wanted to continue cursing, venting all the frustrations he had felt hiding here for the past few days.

At this moment, the wine in the attic suddenly trembled slightly, as if something very terrible was brewing in the distance.

"What the hell is that?!"

From the rooftop, Hanold watched a massive humanoid figure gradually emerge on the horizon. The obscenities he had been about to utter were instantly suppressed. Perhaps it was humanity's innate fear of large objects. Fearing exposure for daring to curse within the East Asian Republic's strike range, the lieutenant's legs trembled. Faced with the new mobile suit appearing within his sight, he racked his brains and finally uttered two words:

"Titan!"

The Destroyer Gundam definitely deserves this title on Earth today. The four oversized thrusters under the tortoise-shell-like backpack allow this huge body of more than 400 tons to semi-suspend in the air and attack forward. It was too shocking to the majority of Eurasian soldiers who did not know that this was produced by the Eurasian Federation. The deafening roar and shadows cast on the earth made even many mice and voles living underground rush out from their hiding places and flee madly into the distance.

The backpack fell, and the head in MS form flipped up. The Destroyer Gundam opened its arms and then stretched them out, pointing its ten fingers at the target locked by the fire control radar. The Death Net that once single-handedly wiped out the Eurasian Federation's air overlord formation appeared again in front of the Eurasian soldiers.

"Boom boom boom——!"

Just like the finger of death in the novel, wherever the light green beam passed, there was only death and explosion. All the observation posts set up by the Eurasian Federation in this area were wiped out.

Even the Observation Post No. 10, which was located relatively far back, was not spared. Lieutenant Hanold, who wished he could spin like a big bird, was directly evaporated by the laser, and the winery where their team was located was tragically split into two, and the flames engulfed most of the people.

"Kacha."

"Um, is there anyone still alive? Ahem."

Fortunately, Mason survived. He spat out the residue in his mouth that still had the smell of burning wood. The young soldier climbed up. The cozy little stronghold in front of him was now in ruins. The small table they had made with wooden barrels for brewing wine had been buried by the collapsed ceiling. The glaring blood was flowing from underneath, making people dizzy.

“Boom boom boom—!”

It started to rain heavily. Mason, who found that all his companions were dead, walked out of Observation Post No. 10 in a daze, looking up at the devilish Gundam and the East Asian Republic soldiers who surrounded him.

"Lay down your weapons, and you will not be killed!" (French)

The East Asian Republic, dressed in camouflage and tactical vests, pointed a gun at Mason who came out in a daze and shouted.

"Uh surrender, don't... kill. Uh."

Not sure if it was rainwater or snot in his mouth, Mason threw away what he was holding, knelt on the muddy ground, spread his arms and shouted in his Chinese dialect, which he didn't know who had learned it from.

The war in Europe was progressing smoothly. The captured Destroyer Gundam became a powerful weapon for sieges, so there was no need to dispatch Magellan-class battleships to provide firepower for ground forces. However, other places still needed the help of the Higra Empire.

The East Asian Republic Army, departing from Vladivostok, successfully arrived in Alaska on an aerospace transport aircraft provided by the Higra Empire. The MS troops that arrived here in advance have already occupied the military base here and successfully cut off the Earth Federation's attempt to self-destruct.

The situation was set, and the blue cosmos wouldn't be able to last long, so Xiao Renwu shifted his focus to Earth 4. However, today he wanted to go shopping in Xihe City Commercial Street to relieve the fatigue of working for days.

At this time, at the Shigla Empire Star Port, another group of immigrants from Earth 3 arrived here.