The cosmic battlefield where the optical axes of particle beams and the gas tracks of missiles crisscross each other looks like a three-dimensional portrait of a child who has no idea what painting is, and if you really want to describe it, it is a two-word --- chaos. Admiral Rebier, who was sitting at the rear of the battle line, felt the same way at this time, but he didn't have time to feel the famous words of a military genius about the chaos of the battlefield on a nameplate engraved on the bridge, because the ship, as the general flagship of the battlefield, was now entangled with countless pieces of information as dense as the particle beams on the battlefield. The messengers were crying out for selflessness because of the fierce battle, and even the chief of communication couldn't stop it, and even roared along with it:

"131st Tactical Squadron, 6th, 8th, 8th, 10th, the signal is gone!"

"Area E and Area C continue to send reinforcement requests, and the enemy's MS forces are already close to the distance of a direct attack on the ship, and the support is !!"

"God, they're being shot down like flying insects, General!!" The Chief of Communications looked at General Rebil sitting behind him with an almost sad look on his face.

Reybier's hand was tightly gripping the armrest, his lips were tightly closed, and his face was expressionless, only the two slightly bulging lumps of flesh on both sides of his cheeks showed that the old general was gritting his teeth and enduring something, staring at the battlefield where the soldiers of the Federation were fighting.

The enemy didn't rely primarily on fusion propulsion and rocket propulsion like his own, and although the jet components could be seen, it was absolutely impossible for that kind of weight to bring the light and agile --- Amuro that the enemy was now. This thought was formed in Leigh's mind as if a slight electric current was flowing through him. The enemy's speed was too fast, and it was too light, and if it weren't for the agility brought by the dense formation and psychic frame that he had practiced beforehand, he would have been wounded a long time ago.

"Colonel !!"

With this light wave communication, the Imperial Mobile Suit transformed into a bird-like MA form and pampered Amuro like a bird of prey. Amro, who already knew that this kind of MS could not be shaken off by speed or maneuver under any circumstances, immediately shot out camouflage balloons, and several balloon inflators spread out to the size of MS. The Imperial MS immediately spat out rockets, and the camouflage balloon affected by the explosion disappeared in an instant. Next, the Imperial MS was attacked from floating cannons aimed at it like bee needles from all sides.

Although it was just an ordinary low-power Mega particle beam, the Imperial MS, which was able to resist it with armor, still rapidly retreated and deformed, and then allowed the colleagues who followed behind to spray the Mega particle bullets from the beam Grimm cannon like mist.

"It always feels like the other person knows everything about us." Amuro couldn't help but smile a little bitterly.

It is a pre-established tactic for elite pilots to restrict the opponent's movements, and then the MS equipped with GN weapons to kill them. However, the other party is extremely cautious and does not give itself a chance at all, even if it occupies a generational advantage in MS technology, it still does not give itself a chance, and it can even be said that it is as if it has known the configuration of the federal army for a long time.

"Colonel, use the main GN weapon!" As 12 beams of Mega particles were fired from the wire-controlled cannon, and kilometers of cables were pasted with blue-and-white painted Gundam, the eager voice of a girl from Ireland was heard.

"Wait for the order!" Amuro scolded. In addition to the killers in each squad who are mainly GN weapons, in fact, the other MS in order to create opportunities are also equipped with their own GN weapons, Amuro looked at a button on the control interface, and as long as he pressed it, one of the two fuel canisters activated, filling the GN particles into another bay of the rapid-fire beam rifle.

However, it is not to be used without an order, which is a dead order received before the sortie.

Perhaps sensing the manipulator's resentment, the small mobile turret group was like a nail attracted by a magnet, biting the Imperial MS, and stubbornly pressing into the shooting corner of the Imperial MS, constantly emitting a light like a flashing light. There was only coldness in the other party's breath, no fear, no excitement, and even no fanatical killing intent; The opponent's mech moves quickly, outperforming its own with speed, acceleration, and the ability to change direction rapidly.

However, it is still possible to win!

One enemy spun and scattered particle bullets, while the other used that high-velocity particle beam bombardment, turning the line of fire into a two-axis parallel position.

"If you don't hit, it's nothing!" With that, avoiding the terrifying particle cannon, Amuro relayed his thoughts to the sensing device, allowing the six floating cannons to attack from behind the two planes. The floating cannon immediately adjusted its attitude and blasted the beam out. The Imperial MS, glittering with the brilliance of the Minov thrusters, quickly escaped from the trajectory of the floating cannon as if it had been edited from a movie.

"Give Me !! Death" Mieve, who had already read Amuro's combat intentions through induction waves. O'Connor saw through the orbit of the Imperial MS, and released his thoughts in the form of a roar while releasing the command to the two wire-controlled guns. The wire-controlled cannon that received the induction wave was dragged into action, and it slammed back into the chest of the mother machine. The sub-light particle beam was suddenly distorted and refracted by the I force field, and then released the torrent of particles like a fire hydrant that had been unplugged.

The torrent of beams that surged away first hit the lower leg of the Imperial MS, and then the Imperial MS hit it like a wire puppet being hung in the air--- the particle beam did not penetrate the opponent's armor, but it still caused its posture to be unstable.

The two Jiegang, who had been waiting on both sides of the rear, immediately activated the GN rapid-fire rifles in their hands, and the golden-red GN particles rushed away, smoothly penetrating the armor of the Imperial MS, causing it to expand into a ball of light.

"Well done!" Amuro transmits joy to his direct MS team through sound and induction waves.

However, this kind of joy could not be transmitted to the mind of General Rebier, who was clenching his teeth, nor could it be transmitted to the minds of the reserve troops who were staring at the flagship position and maintaining silent communication with the main camp in the void in the southern zenith direction of the A theater of operations.

"Colonel Aika, they're being forced to retreat, those Jaygangs who only have standard beam rifles are at all..."

"Shut up, and give me quiet waiting for orders." Graham. Aika scolded his eager men in an angry voice. But he himself is in a hurry, all the reserves armed with high-energy GN weapons have been delayed into the battlefield, and he also wants to know the reason, because the front of the Federation is indeed being oppressed, and too many pilots have been sacrificed because of the performance of the airframe, but... A command is a command ...

Just as a sentence will inevitably change after a long time in the crowd, when the battle situation on the battlefield is transmitted to the observation station of the Federal Army and then to the generals of the General Staff Headquarters at a speed of light much faster than words, the joy, fear, and sorrow of the soldiers have been distorted and disappeared, leaving only data.

"The rate of loss is beyond our calculations, but it is still within acceptable limits, is it necessary to carry out Operation 509?" General Garland raised his hand first. Then several generals in the conference room also raised their hands one after another.

"So, go and prepare, carry out Operation 509, Niyavsky, Edgar, you want..."

"Wait," just as Garland was about to assign the task, Holliney's shrill voice rang out again, "I'm against the use of those so-called main reserves and GN weapons as a last resort, have you all forgotten the recent turmoil, isn't that the measurement of this damn force?!" If a large number of GN particles are dispersed, what if the other party still has that kind of nerve shock method?! In case that damn particle ... ”

"This is called breaking the game," Garland suddenly raised his voice, "The other party is to put a game for us, if you don't jump in, you can only fall off the cliff and die, jump in and have a chance to break the game and move forward, how to open the situation without using GN weapons!" If the main reserve does not use GN weapons, how can it divide the enemy's line of attack, if it cannot form a pocket, everything will be in vain! I know your tough field, but at a time when the well-being and future of the entire planet is at stake, you give me a little restraint in mind that you are a soldier! ”

Lieutenant General Hollini was silent for a long time before he nodded and sat down.

Five minutes later, the temporary military meeting came to an end, and General Garand, who was sitting on Earth, waved tiredly to his garrison captain:

"To strengthen the surveillance of Hollinyi, the nuclear warheads required for the 509 operation must not let him get a little touch, otherwise who knows what the extremists can do in this desperate situation."

The captain of the garrison nodded and left, but as he walked around a corner, he saw a female soldier trotting all the way with a plate of food in her arms, stumbling on the floor:

"I've got a broken foot, can the chief help me?"

Garand's captain reached out to help, but felt a slight tingling in his fingers, followed by a feeling of dizziness.

"Someone, medics, someone," the female soldier shouted into the monitor with a panicked expression, but then immediately turned her face away, "Norma, I've got it, you're ready to take over." ”

"Understood."

"Mind if I ask why I did this?"

"This guy's ability is insufficient, Holliney has a lot of extremist worshippers around him who support him, they have invited a master, and the captain can't deal with it...

"Don't you have time to ask for approval..."

"I'm sorry, Antilia, I know what disobedience means to you...

"It's okay, my boss is you anyway, and I want to see what kind of results sometimes it can bring if I follow my heart instead of orders...

Regardless of the scene in this command center for the time being, the orders of the General Staff Headquarters were quickly transmitted to the front line, and General Rebier, who received the order, immediately relieved himself and issued a series of combat orders. With this series of orders, the Federation's huge military formation began to change, the two wings began to shrink further, and at the same time, the central theater that was attacked slowly enlarged in arc, and began to form a large pocket.

"It seems that the Federation wants to form a pocket and then carry out some kind of annihilation operation," galloping on the Celestial Organization warship Ptolemy in the universe, Kujou Lisa frowned as she watched the Federation's battle formation change, "But... The bottom of the pocket is too thin... ”

"Miss Huang..."

"Noriega...

"Lisa"

A variety of salutations rang out, causing Kujou Risa to look back and see the Gundam pilots who were ready to go:

"The Federation is trying to create a pocket and then carry out some kind of annihilation operation, although I don't know what they plan to do, but the bottom of their pocket is too thin, the Imperial army must still have hidden cards to play, they must force their ghost cards out now, otherwise it will be too late by the time the pocket is about to be tied up."

"What's the mission?" Momentarily looked at their tactical forecasters.

"Rush to the aid of the Central Theater of the Federal Army, and help the Federal Army seal it when it is sealed."

"I'll leave the specific command to you." Instantly, he nodded and walked out first.

"Wait, what about me?" After everyone walked out, Shangguan Ling grabbed the tactical forecaster and asked.

"Ah Ling, you are in reserve." Kujou Lisa's face was a little reluctant, and if her guess was correct, Ah Ling might be the key to some kind of plan, and she couldn't be stationed on the battlefield at will. The forecaster, who was caught in such thoughts, did not see the anger that flashed on Shangguan Ling's face.

Thirty-eight minutes later, a small group of Union Army mobile suits was stealthily moving from Sector C on the flank to Sector Central when they suddenly heard an approach alarm. The driver of the lead reflexively holds the joystick and switches the weapon to firing, looking at the object approaching from behind.

There aren't any jets?!

As soon as he thought of this, MS, who did not emit any brilliance, became larger and larger under his gaze, and after taking on a human form, he quickly broke into the top of their formation.

"Celestial?!"

The spectrally tuned GN engine rushed into battle like an invisible storm with the Celestial Gundam.