With steel rivets, dragging white jet gas, pushing forward against the wall as stiff and unfluctuating killing intent...

It was a missile fired by the Federation Army, and through the synchronization and coordination of the ultra-high-speed dynamic capture system, the Supreme Adjuster, who had strengthened the resolution of "time", used the neuronal direct control system to elongate and amplify his body, and fused it with the steel body of the red wolf. After a moment that felt like a few minutes, the red wolf's left hand reached behind his back, and his right hand drew an arc as if it was about to be slapped.

A scorching vortex of light erupted in the field of view of the Federation Fighter Pilots, the light that symbolized the beginning of the battle continued to explode, and the explosive fireballs of more than single digits blocked their view, but the almost surreal scene that took place before the fireball obscured their vision still stimulated them.

"Hey, did you see it, just now, that MS seemed to grab our missiles with his hands!!...

"Don't... Don't talk nonsense, how can that kind of thing be done! ”

"Panic what! Rendezvous with the MS team! ”

The leader of the fighter formation, or reconnaissance aircraft formation, was a veteran who had experienced the first landing operation, and although he was still a recruit "wet behind his ears" at that time, he no longer had that kind of hesitation. Although he was still slightly cursing why he would encounter such a thing when he retired and came to this base to train rookie pilots, the team leader still maintained absolute trust in the power of the federal army. Yes, the enemy was like a high wall, with an incomparable spirit, which he had actually experienced, but even an enemy like a red comet was eventually overwhelmed by the Federation's military power.

Yes, this is a war, so it's good to follow the path of war, thinking like this, the fighter leader of the Federation Army took his formation out of the barrier below made of strong interference and smoke, and moved closer to the MS formation that was hurrying from afar.

Shrouded in strong interference, plasma, as well as smoke from the missiles dispersed, Sarah. Cecil experienced a long and painful jolt in the cockpit, and by the time he recovered from the jolt, reports of minor damage to several parts of the fuselage that had not been covered by APS armor came into view.

"Damn...

I only had time to curse, Sarah. Cecil's attention was drawn to the new proximity warning--- a large number of targets scattered with Minovsky particles were swooping themselves in clusters from afar.

The Federation's MS team, the red wolf cast his blood-glittering eyes at the MS formation that was rapidly approaching him.

At the same moment, the Federation Clapp-class battleship [Samkin], which had completed receiving the cargo ejected from the earth and bid farewell to the low-Earth orbit that could pull people down at any time, was speeding towards the coordinate points that had been entered on the map.

Having shaken off the uneasiness that comes with approaching Earth and the possibility of falling at any moment, the captain of the Samkin felt that he was falling into a state of unease. Another Clapp-class ship that departed from the moon together, and the [Davis] commanded by his old friend had been following it all along, which was nothing. However, on the way back, three other Clapp-class ships sent from the Celestial Domain of Zaft were joined by the escort, and the captain of the Samkin was horrified by the lineup. And even closer, there were actually two Jiegang fixed on the deck of the ship, guarding there, constantly flashing vigilant eyes. Even though it was natural to have a escort with them as a transport ship, this lineup was more cautious than it was during the war with New Zeon.

The most terrible thing is that the command did not specifically explain this, so the captain of Samkin could only be full of wonders, and what made matters worse was that there were also people among the cadres who noticed that something was wrong, which made the whole ship full of all kinds of muttering discussions and complaints.

The problem is probably in the [cargo] that has just been received, the shuttle,

Samkin's captain looked at the data terminal, and the breakdown of the cargo was as follows: a civilian, a pilot of the new Zeon.

What the fuck is this! The captain who scolded like this didn't feel much better, using this kind of lineup to protect two people, the ghost knew that the headquarters was too lazy to tell them the truth, and the names and details of these two people were not known to Samkin's crew at all, so Samkin's members were left with only room for random suspicion and gossip.

I'm afraid the problem lies with that woman--- someone said this, someone recognized Ouyang Ying, who was the president of Ouyang Heavy Industries, and such eyewitness information instantly spread throughout the ship through the verbal transmission of the chatter. Too many guards must have been assigned here to escort this dignitary. However, there are also people who have a negative view of this, after all, the place where the ship is going is an empty universe, and it is close to the universe controlled by New Zeon, so there is no reason for him to escort the president of the military industrial complex to meet Zeon's people.

But then again, everyone knows that--- even if they know what's going on, they can't change anything, gossip can only be gossip, and the only thing that can really be expected is to end the voyage safely.

"I always feel like I've got a bad assignment。。。。。。。"

With that in mind, the captain turned his gaze to the lieutenant commander when the alarm suddenly sounded, tearing through the air that flowed smoothly and with a bit of gossip in the Samkin's ship.

"There was a fire on the third boarding deck, and there was a lot of smoke produced!"

"There appears to be a fire in the living quarters of the fourth member, and similarly, a large amount of smoke obscures the monitors inside the ship!!"

The person in charge of damage control, who immediately turned off the alarm, immediately made a report. No, sighing in his heart, Samkin's captain felt his moaning face twitch violently, and the captain slashed towards a monitoring station on the side of the bridge--- one of the multi-purpose projection screens showing the situation inside the ship, which was shrouded in white smoke. And if I heard it right, isn't the fourth member's living quarters fucking...

"Isn't that the cargo containment area!!

"Put out the fire immediately!! Emergency officers to protect the safety of the cargo!! ”

Something really happened, and Samkin's captain scolded in his heart.

At the same time that Samkin's captain was cursing his mission, the pilot of the Asima detachment to which the Naha base belonged was also cursing his mission.

"The opponent is just a wounded MS, no matter how strong it is, it can't be...

Before he finished speaking, the cockpit of the plane piloted by Cézanne, the leader of Asima's formation, was flooded with flashes, and the violent light that even the filter device could not eliminate was all over Cézanne's cockpit, and the shock wave that expanded at a very close range shook Asima's fuselage, and the scattered fragments crackled and whipped the MS that looked like pumpkin pie, and Cézanne, who subconsciously protected his eyes, saw the scorching flames that seemed to be able to pounce through the screen, and the scene of Asima flying away from the torn hands.

"Don't panic, keep the formation !!"

After giving the order almost like a scream, Cézanne's words were interrupted again, and a fighter plane jumped up and down like a piece of raw flesh hanging in the air, but someone stabbed it with something from below, and the bullet of the Vulcan detonated it completely. What made Cézanne speechless was not this tragic situation, but the blood-colored light that flowed out in the corner of the erupting fire, which was different from the burst of light.

It was not the same as an explosion or a flash of light, stirring the atmosphere like some kind of fiery breath, distorting and flowing, as if hallucinating.

Fuck, what was I thinking, trying to banish fear from his mind, Cézanne refocused his attention on the fight. As long as you maintain the formation and draw the line of fire of suppression, then you can force the opponent into the dead end of mobility, and then win the victory--- it should be like this, but the red MS seems to be able to see through the future, and escapes in the process of forming an encirclement, so that the Asima formation falls into a strange circle of encirclement--- failure --- encirclement, and does not get a chance to effectively attack, but is destroyed by one by one.

It's obviously a Zaft guy, why does he have this kind of [Prediction] combat ability that is even more terrifying than Newtype!!

"Sayers, right!!"

Cézanne's fear was drowned out by his teammate's voice, and he then saw the scene of his sister's fiancé's MS being torn apart--- although Asima seemed to want to climb to avoid it, but the red wolf's hand adjusted the moment Asima made a jet climb, and then flashed. The beam of light shot out of the warp rifle continuously, and the arc of light set to burst fire mode attacked from the flank, one shot licked Asima off the waist armor, and the other shot bit his arm, and the impact of Asima shook like a broken doll and began to collapse, the shock wave car opened the bones inside, and the dehumanized body was swallowed by the light wheel while shattering.

Bathed in the light of the explosion, it was as if the blood-soaked red MS had seized something very important in Cézanne's body and mind, and then turned into a red streamer and danced again.

"You bastard!!