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"The remaining ammunition has reached the bottom, and the Archangel is almost reaching its limit." Big Hello's voice sounded in the communication.

And from the external camera on the screen, it can be seen that the instructions given by Maru and Bakilulu were quickly executed. The only remaining Prison Dart missile was completed again and flew towards the dagger in the sky.

The Archangel quickly completed a turn, and while tilting, two Goldfield guns fired at an Earth warship, accurately penetrating the Earth warship's ammunition depot, and the secondary explosion blew the warship into two pieces.

But while one battleship was destroyed, the siege from the remaining eight battleships had caused all the hull inspection results of the Archangel to turn red.

Just now, because the ship's hull was deflected, several missiles passed through the anti-aircraft fire network and hit two of the Goldfields. Now the Archangel has no other means of attack.

Although the Archangel class is a new battleship of the Earth Army, it has already suffered a lot of damage and is besieged by nine battleships. It is not easy for it to survive until now.

"Give the order, Mariu." Bakilulu got up from her chair and straightened her uniform. "...It's time to say goodbye."

"It seems... there's no other way." Looking at the Archangel's data on the screen, Malu sighed, "Activate the bombs. Archangel, aim at the battleship at one o'clock and accelerate to ram it."

"Please contact Ross and ask him to withdraw." Mariu looked at the red pattern of the Archangel on the screen, and saluted the Archangel together with Bakilulu.

……

On the battlefield in the distance, the Archangel, which was badly damaged and had lost its ability to resist, was controlled by Big Harrow. The thrusters roared and the flames of the thrusters pushed away the sea surface at the tail.

The Archangel rushed towards the target warship at a very fast speed. The bombs placed inside the warship were activated one after another, and the red lights were flashing continuously with a certain rhythm.

"Rhodes, it's time to evacuate." At this time, Big Hello's voice sounded in the communication.

Ross also saw at this time that the Archangel, marked by the cockpit, was emitting thick smoke and dazzling flames from the damaged parts, rushing towards an Earth warship.

"At least... let me finish reading it." Ross sighed and pulled the trigger at an Earth military ship.

The beam destroyed another Earth Army battleship, and the Earth Army's steel behemoth was cut into a pile of sinking scrap metal.

At this moment, a dagger appeared in the unicorn's path and reached out to grab the unicorn's shield.

It seemed that it was the impact brought by the unicorn's speed. Just by holding on to prevent himself from being thrown away, the short sword's body already let out a mournful cry of steel unable to bear the weight.

It was obviously unrealistic to draw out the beam saber when the machine could only be stabilized by relying on both hands. The pilot of this dagger could only control the machine in vain and kick at the unicorn.

Feeling the vibrations coming from the machine, Ross glanced at the dagger hanging on the shield and stepped on the pedal a little deeper.

The sudden increase in propulsion force destroyed the dagger, which was originally in a fragile balance. Both hands were twisted off under the heavy burden, and the body was thrown behind the unicorn and fell into the sea.

Casually shaking off the two daggers on the shield, Ross saw the end of the Archangel.

The Archangel accurately crashed into an Earth warship, and its two protruding front structures penetrated deeply into the body of the Earth warship.

The bomb inside was activated, and the Archangel began to explode from the inside out. The outer armor and part of the structure flew everywhere like a grenade. The huge impact force tore two large holes in the Earth Army warship that was hit by the Archangel.

Due to the huge gap and the weight of the Archangel's wreckage, the Earth warship watched in despair as it took on water and began to sink continuously.

"...Huh, goodbye, Archangel." Ross's expression was complicated at this moment, as if he was saying goodbye to a good friend who had been with him for a long time.

Finally, remembering the sinking of the Archangel in his mind, Ross resolutely turned the Unicorn's direction and pushed the throttle to the maximum.

Now is not the time to be sad. For the sake of those who are still alive, I cannot stop.

……

The Unicorn led the Earth Army's fleet in a big circle.

Although the Earth Army's warships still prioritized the capture of the Unicorn, they followed the Unicorn from a distance.

But when the Unicorn turned into an area with very strong N interference, the fleet hesitated.

After all, on the modern battlefield, information is life. The central area of N interference can be said to have completely cut off the fleet's ability to transmit information. Anyone entering such an area must think twice before acting.

What Ross wanted was the time they were blocked by N's interference.

Following the planned route, the unicorn calmly left the N interference area.

Not far away, a super freighter fully loaded with cargo was sailing quietly on the cargo route.

Seeing the arrival of the Unicorn, the super freighter opened the camouflaged hatch at the stern, and two fixed frames extended from the cabin, waiting to dock with the Unicorn.

Rhodes pressed the buttons on the joystick and made continuous fine adjustments on the pedals.

The unicorn slowed down its speed while facing the sea, and kept approaching the fixed frame at the stern of the super freighter.

Rhodes looked at the data marked in the cockpit and used the attitude nozzle to continuously adjust the position of the Unicorn. Finally, the Unicorn was firmly fixed by the frame and the thrusters stopped working.

Although these two fixing frames look a bit slender, they can hold the unicorn steadily and quickly pull it back to the warehouse.

I don’t know what materials this guy Luo Qiuer used.

Ross's mind was wandering and his body relaxed.

At this moment, he also saw that, surrounded by a pile of equipment, Qiangxiong, like Unicorn, was lying quietly facing the sea.

With the Unicorn completely stored and the hatch at the stern closed, the super freighter continued on its route as if nothing had happened.

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PS: Today's update

I've been running around a lot the past two days, damn, I feel like my fasciitis is coming back tonight.

Volume 106: Chapter Combing my hair to look like Char~ (Singing)

The Archangel took one day to reach Kaohsiung, but the super freighter took two and a half days.

At this moment, Rhodes was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, spraying hairspray on his newly dyed blonde hair, intending to style it into the same hairstyle as a certain embarrassing general.

Meanwhile, Maru, who had changed into her orange work clothes, looked at Ross, who had dyed his hair blonde, with a complicated expression.

"Do you really want to dye it this color, Ross?"

After all, he was a black-haired young man before, and suddenly changing to blond hair gave him the feeling of a bohemian young man with yellow hair.

As the hairspray set the hairstyle, Rhodes's hairstyle became a very realistic version of the general manager's.

"After all, we are still behind enemy lines. I, with my red hair, must have been known to the Earth Army." Ross adjusted his orange suit.

Compared to such a conspicuous orange, Rhodes prefers blue or low-key black.

But as a model maker, Rhodes has a standard ability called "adaptation", and it is normal for him to cut, expand holes, spray and change the color of models with tolerances.

Now, although he doesn't like this orange-yellow clothes very much, Rhodes still thought of a way to adapt, which is "wearing sunglasses."

"As expected... Even if I wear the same clothes and style my hair like him, I don't look like Char at all." Ross looked in the mirror for a long time before finally sighing. "...Even though I look like Amuro, I don't look like him at all."

"Char, Amuro... who are they? Friends?" Seeing Ross's now somewhat deflated look, Mariu blinked, picked up the dark green tie beside him, and walked to Ross's side.

"Hmm... two seniors I've never met." Ross looked in the mirror. He had Amuro's face, but dressed like Char. "I have some of their characteristics. I feel like I've been influenced by them in many ways."

"So, your actions and your views on things are all based on your own values. You didn't copy their ideas?" Malu reached out and pressed Ross's shoulders, asking Ross to turn around.

A pair of deft hands wrapped the dark green tie around Ross's collar and expertly tied a knot, while Malu pinned a tie clip to Ross's clothes.

"...Well, what has guided my actions so far are all my own thoughts." Ross looked at Mariu who was close at hand, thought for a moment, and gave his answer.

"So, you look like neither Char nor Amuro. You have some of their characteristics, but you are still you, my reliable space scrap dealer Ross Links." Looking at Ross, who looked somewhat mature after having his tie tied by her, Mari nodded with satisfaction.

"That's true... Maybe it's because of this outfit that looks just like Char's. I feel a little sentimental." Ross was about to scratch his head to ease his embarrassment, but when he touched Char's already formed hairstyle, he hesitated, his right hand hanging in the air at a loss.

A pair of hands embraced Ross's face, and a familiar body temperature came from his lips, as if wanting to leave a mark on Ross. This kiss was calm but carried a certain passionate emotion, like a pot of water on the verge of boiling.

But the force of Malu's blow made Ross feel a little pain in his front teeth.

Finally, as if parting with reluctance, Malu looked at Ross, who was wearing sunglasses and could not see his eyes clearly.

"Hope you return safely, Ross..." Mariu wanted to offer a few words of blessing, but thinking back on how unlucky she'd been since boarding the Archangel, she gave up. "The ship's almost docked... It's time to introduce your new identity."

"Well, do you remember the name of my new identity?"

"Of course I remember." Seeing Ross giving her a thumbs-up and smiling, Malu also smiled. "I will never forget everything you and I went through, including the name you used when you disembarked this time..."

"Quwatlo Bajina."

……

Kaohsiung, the Earth Army's new mass accelerator, is also the location of the Earth's only mass accelerator. Luo Qiu'er's transportation plan is carried out here.

But before transferring the supplies, Ross still had to meet with Luo Qiuer and go with him to make some arrangements.

After all, in order to conceal the two MSs and the equipment inside them, Rojuel declared the weight of two "space shuttles".

However, Luo Qiu'er's spaceship at this time did have a space shuttle as a face-saving project, and it also served as a tool to carry the other crew members of the Archangel.

Walking on the busy street, Rhodes glanced at the address in the communicator.

It was a public seat. On other seats not far away, a family of three was resting there, or a couple was showing their affection and their relationship was growing stronger.

"I've made up my mind, Mother." A young, energetic male voice rang in Ross's ears. "I'm going to join the Earth Army."

Ross turned his head to look at the person who spoke, and saw a young man in a shirt, who looked like he had just graduated from school, standing in front of his mother who was sitting on a chair, and explaining his decision.

"Mom, you must be very unwilling to accept that Dad died at the hands of that 'White Devil'." The young man's tone was filled with righteous indignation, as if a kind of passion was surging in his heart. "Now I have such an opportunity, a chance to avenge Dad!"

"Blue Cosmos is right. To protect Earth's blue skies, we must destroy all enemies, regardless of whether they are Adjusters or White Demons!"

The middle-aged woman sitting on the chair looked at her son who was fanatical and wanted to avenge his father. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it.

"Although I really don't want you to join the army and for us mother and son to spend our lives peacefully in this world... but you know I can't persuade you." The young man's mother sighed. "If you want to do it, then do it."

"Remember...you must come back alive."

After watching the whole thing, Rhodes casually picked up a newspaper from the newsstand that was still there.

For some unknown reason, he asked his boss to get a box of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Oh... I didn't expect people still like to buy newspapers at the newsstand." The elderly newsstand owner was a little surprised when he saw Rhodes in an orange suit. "Sorry, you should put this newspaper back. It's very old."

"It's okay. I'm just waiting for someone and I'm bored." Rhodes didn't put down the newspaper, but glanced at the headline.

Genetic Modification: The Future of Humanity? The Possibility of Using This Technology in Deep Space Exploration!

Looking at the headlines in the newspaper, in the short fragments of content that I just glanced at, the yearning for mankind to explore outer space, the expectations and imagination for the future are almost overflowing from the old newspaper and singing in the ears of the readers.

There was a complicated look in Rhodes' eyes behind his sunglasses.

"...It's nice to read old newspapers occasionally. I'm quite nostalgic."

"Nostalgia... that's not for young people like you." Perhaps because of his sunglasses, the newsstand owner didn't notice the sadness in Ross's expression. He calmly took Ross's money and sighed, "Nostalgia is a privilege for us old guys who can't keep up with the times. Young people like you should hold your heads high, look to the future, and take steps towards it!"

There is no doubt that in the tone of the newsstand owner, "old guys who can't keep up with the times" also includes himself.

"...After all, in this day and age, who would come to the newsstand to buy newspapers and books?" The elderly newsstand owner said this, but he still held a dry rag in his hand, wiping away any dust that might be on the yellowed books and newspapers.

Rhodes watched the elderly man continue to work, maintaining the facade of his newsstand that almost no one patronized. He was like a stubborn nail, which had lost the ability to move forward and was nailed somewhere, allowing the torrent of time to wash it away until it rusted or broke at some point.

Sitting in the chair designated by Luo Juel, Ross took out a cigarette and lit it.

Rhodes took a deep drag on the cigarette. First he was hit by the strong and pungent taste, then, as expected, he choked and started coughing violently.

Ross actually doesn't smoke, but for some reason, after coming here and seeing all these scenes, Ross subconsciously wanted to smoke one.

Ross, unwilling to give up, took another puff and started coughing again, as if he wanted to cough out the confusion in his heart. Under his sunglasses, Ross's eyes gradually became firm.

"I don't remember you being such a smoker, Luo...Quwatlo Bajina."

A figure blocked the sunlight. A red-haired young man with a headscarf smiled and looked at Ross, who was holding a cigarette.

"You were dressed so formally, I almost didn't recognize you."

"I just felt like this was a good time to smoke, so I gave it a try." Ross stood up, walked to a nearby trash can, and put out his cigarette. "Finally, I got a result."

"So, what's the result?"

Watching the cigarettes and lighter being thrown into the trash can, as if discarding the tools that numb him and abandoning his confusion, Rhodes took a deep breath and continued to face the bloody reality that he could not have both.

There is no need to care about other people's opinions anymore. Now I just need to take a step forward and move forward towards my goal with determination.

As for the final right and wrong, merits and demerits, let future generations judge.

"The result is that I am really not suitable for smoking. This thing can't numb myself."

Rhodes picked up the old newspaper and read it for a few seconds, but in his heart he felt that the newspaper was as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if the yearning for the future and the beautiful expectations of space exploration of the people in the past were placed in his hands.

"Let's go, it's time to set off."

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PS: Today’s update.