Gentlemen, I have returned, and I have something to say, but I will leave it for tomorrow, and I will update it with 3,000 words first.

Salute, to all those who remain

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The shout had crossed the usual sensory boundary, and was not heard by the researchers who were watching Arlando and Harman, who were merely staring at the master monitor in front of them--- where the scrolling code suddenly appeared in a cacophony of garbled characters, then suddenly went black, and then reappeared a few seconds later.

Samuel inducted the bridging and exhaled, "By Nanayi." Cruz, a researcher at the New Anthropology Institute appointed by Miguel. Krutz. Moses exhaled a long breath, "They went in, and now they can only look at themselves... And destiny ... ”

Then, just as he was about to stretch and relieve the tension, the new human researcher felt a cold touch against the back of his head, regardless of whether it was a new human or an old human, and he looked back to see that the old butler who had been following Haman was holding a gun to his head.

The black pupils locked tightly on him, giving Cruz the feeling that he was being marked by a locking frame in the cockpit of a mobile suit--- a gaze that would not waver in his insistence no matter what situation the wielder was in. Just as Cruz was looking at the pair of pupils, and the people around him fell into inexplicable fear because someone suddenly pulled out a gun, a thick voice came from the side:

"Is that what the Sockmus Bridge System is?"

"Yes." Cruz replied, and at the same time turned his face to the owner of the newly appeared voice, the fear on his face vanished, returning to his usual sharpness as a researcher. He was looking at Lambba, who was wearing a Zeon Army flight jacket. Lalu. As an accompaniment to Haman. Karn's flagship headed for Ramba at the battlemark site. Larue's battleship, the Blue Giant, was driving at the same speed next to the battleship where several people were, because the Blue Giant, who was slightly worried about the state of his beloved apprentice and the current situation of the multiple forces on the battleship, was asked by the captain to investigate after boarding the ship, and it turned out to be the first to break through the embarrassing scene in this hidden research room.

"This old gentleman, you...

Lamba. Before LaRue had finished speaking, the appearance of the man who had decided to call him an elder because of his old appearance, who was pointing a gun at someone's head, began to change dramatically: the underside of his face began to move as if a worm was wriggling, and along with this creepy wriggling was the change in the shape of the man's face, which had appeared to be slightly square, and his chin began to sharpen; The wrinkles on the face began to disappear as if stretched and then fixed by an invisible hand; The gray hair seems to have been splashed with colored fuel, starting from old white to a color close to blue-gray.

"Nano recasting technology... Cruz cried out in a lost voice

"The name is Sero, Matthew Man. Sero, Haman. Lord Karn's Praetorian Guard is in charge of not daring to let Zeon's teal superstar call me an elder. Because of Harman's previous instructions, the rose knight, who had removed his disguise, owed a slight debt to Lamba.

"It seems that we all have a lot to confess," Lamba said with a bitter smile, suppressing the slight chill in his heart, "The captain and I are very worried about the next battle, after all, we can't let Zeon's good boys blindly send them to their deaths... ”

"I'm not going to stop Master Haman from doing what she's decided to do, but I'm not going to allow myself to be in a position where I don't know anything, so let me explain what you did just now, with the cursed traitor surname Moses?" Matthewman's hand relaxed, but still pointed his gun at the researcher from the New Humanity Institute.

"Okay... "Cruz's head leaned forward in a general gesture, then lifted again, his gaze swept over Matthew Man, then over Lamba, and finally fixed on a point of nothingness in the air after a brief pause from everyone else in the room, "My father, or my biological father, is Clauster. Moses (Chlust. Moses), also known as Ksto. Meng Zaifu,Developer of the EXAM system that defected to the Federal Army.。。。 ”

The sound of [Lock-Released] rang out in the room, and Matthew Man turned on the safety of the pistol.

"My father did have an attachment to the new humans, and I don't deny that he left this attachment to me, a descendant who only contributed his DNA, through video recordings, but that's not the point."

"If it's not the point of having Zeon's lieutenant and the current supreme force experiment with someone who is likely to be hostile to the new humans, then what," Matthewman twitched his wrist slightly, aiming the muzzle of the gun at Cruz's temple, "but to admit it for yourself is some Zeon courage." ”

"Don't you want to know the truth about the enemy, even if it's only partial?"

Lamba. LaRue and Matthewman looked at each other--- unlike the researchers, they were more concerned with winning the battle, and the greatest difficulty facing the warriors of Zeon right now was the level of understanding of the enemy, which could be said to be almost ignorant. On the one hand, the ignorance of the opponent's technology and combat skills led to the soldiers having to lose their lives in the battlefield exams, and the survivors only learned that "the opponent's armor is afraid of GN particle beam impact" or "physical bullets can delay the opponent's actions"; As for the opponent's fighting style, what combat patterns or habits may be brought about by the usual training, this information is basically in a state of blindness.

On the other hand... Lamba. Larue felt bitter in his heart.

True professional soldiers will not fight for "justice", will not fight for "revenge", they will give their loyalty to the country, it is orders; But the soldiers of Zeon lost these long ago, they did not have a country, their country was a concept that would surely disappear after a certain time; The command system is also in tatters due to the chaos led by the Zabi family and Harman, Graemi, and others...

Most of the Zeon soldiers are just fighting for a living ...

And these soldiers need a reason to fight, but now in battle, they don't know who the enemy is.

So if you could know more about the enemy ...

"I'm only going to tell what I know...

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At some point before the start of the Cosmic Era, it was already known that even the establishment of the current Moon City and the various cosmic colonies was only a fairly short-term solution. The earth's resources and environment are collapsing too quickly, and colonies are a way to quench thirst, because a large amount of resources themselves must be invested in the construction of colonies before they can produce resources.

So, the spacecraft was launched farther away, and the remaining records at the time showed that it was a project called Homestead.

Some ships arrived at Jupiter, some to Mars, some to Callisto, but ...

But what most of the public doesn't know is that a ship crashed headlong into something... Extraterrestrial life.

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"Uh, why are those living beings ... Didn't uh come sooner? I mean, with the technology of interstellar navigation, it took them a hundred years to get to the Earth's sphere? A researcher who listened with some fascination couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, it's the mystery you care about right away," Cruz motioned for Matthew Man to wait a little longer, and then continued, "No one knows what happened to these extraterrestrial beings and where they went, all we know is a little bit about these extraterrestrial life, and one of the things that makes us have to use the two strongest Newtypes we have in our hands to do experiments." ”

"Go on."

"These extraterrestrial beings don't think and write in the same way we do. First of all, there is some kind of thinking network between them, and a lot of communication is done in that thinking network. Our generals need to think of a strategy, translate it into a language that another person can understand, and then transmit the command, a process that is time-consuming and likely to be miscommunicated, and there is a good chance that this problem does not exist for this group of extraterrestrial life. Secondly, it is very likely that these extraterrestrial beings are very different from us in their thinking structure, they have little negative emotions, they are not afraid, they are not jealous, they are not greedy, they do not have the concept of small groups, but everyone is for the whole, they are efficient ... ”

"But we found that this network that exists between these extraterrestrial organisms is not what we thought. Well, we first thought that this network was a natural talent of a race, but that guess seems wrong; We were the first to think that the spiritual structure of these beings was not the same as our irreversible, but we were also wrong. That network can be penetrated by those whose brain waves are strong enough, and those beings do not seem to behave so perfectly because their mental structure is different from ours, but seem to be influenced by that network or something in that network ... Suppression"

"Well, I understand why Lord Harman and Arlando are doing this." Matthewman's muzzle slowly lowered.

"If we can penetrate that network and dismantle that network or some part of that network ... If you agree, you will have a chance to win," Lamba. Laru shook his head, "Intercepting meteorites is not the purpose at all... Rather, I guess these under-numbered guys will be able to send out the elite when they provide protection for the final stage of the meteorite fall. ”

"And even if they hadn't planned to send out the elite and have Lord Harman and Arlando go in person, it would be enough to bring in a guy of high enough status... Okay, I see," Matthew Man put the gun away, "but what exactly does Lord Harman have to face?" ”

"We don't know."

"What did you say?"

"No one has ever been like this, and no one has ever needed to be like this, and now those two people are doing, what needs to be done, no one knows what they're going through...

"You can't pull up a picture of their mental activity?" Matthew Man was a little puzzled, he knew that analyzing a person's dreams or thinking activities and restoring them in the form of electronic images was something that someone did a hundred years ago, and it is impossible not to do it now.

"This is the picture camera," Cruz said as he snapped open one of the instruments and pointed to the pitch black side on it, "this is the image you wanted, and those two people aren't there at all!" ”

"There? Where? Where are they? ”

"Deeper, deeper。。。。。。 A realm that in the age of mythology only gods and demons could reach ... ”