Yitzsak. Shure's eyebrows were piled up, the smell of tobacco irritating his nerves, and he glared hard at the Zeon officer across from him through the smoke.

The entire conference room was filled with mist as if it had been thrown by a team of special forces.

As a adjuster, Yitzhak is also a young general. Shure still didn't have a seizure after all, although he was extremely dissatisfied with the group of people in front of him who didn't seem to have the slightest officer ethics, but he considered himself a kind soldier, so he strictly followed the orders of the Speaker of the House and Chairman of the National Defense Committee------ as much as possible not to have a conflict.

Harman. Karn caught Zaft's disgruntled look in white, but she didn't bother to say anything.

"So, that's the last confirmation. If we can't break through this junction on time and let the reinforcements arrive on time, the planes that are in charge of the assault mission will inevitably be in danger. ”

"But there is no way to strengthen the combat power anymore, this is already the absolute limit, should we transfer the Gaza brigade back to serve as the main attacker, or do we just let Stardust bring it directly 。。。。。。。。。"

"I don't think there's a need to discuss this topic, gentlemen," Haman waved his hand, interrupting the officers' argument while glancing calmly at his descendants, "that's not an option, what we need to make sure is how to get reinforcements to break through that junction on time, and not to change formation on the fly." ”

The officers of Zeon all of a sudden put on extremely ugly faces, spitting smoke vigorously, and then looked at each other, as if waiting for someone to provoke a conversation.

Unmoved, Harman still sat there and watched the crowd, she had heard a lot of rumors lately, all about her and some "young outsider NT", she was also happy to play games in the face of this basic temptation, and she knew that there was definitely a sense of justice in this person who would stand up.

"There is only a 30% chance of defeat, and another squadron of artillery Zagu warriors will be transferred." Yitzhak's words are categorical, and the meaning is very clear, let's send some more troops over, and now you have nothing to say.

Of course, the officers of Zeon had nothing to say, they were originally for this purpose, and of course, some of them were deliberately testing how much the female commander attached importance to a certain person in charge of the assault mission.

The meeting quickly turned back to the specific tactical details, and just then, the door to the conference room was pushed open, and a crew member walked in and whispered something in Harman's ear, and Haman's eyebrows trembled at that time.

"It's not a big deal, didn't we bring a lot of trainees, go up on top of one." Haman waved his hand and commanded.

A few Zeon officers looked at each other, some shrugged their shoulders, some spread their hands, and all made helpless expressions, since they began to absorb "outsiders" to join, the soldiers in the old Zeon team have become more and more "war-weary"; Although this is not surprising, it is indeed somewhat unreasonable to send someone who fights one less person when some people like to fight and "can't die"。。。。。。

No, I guess someone is self-harming or how to find an excuse for not wanting to fly the plane, right?

Harman glanced around with some unpleasantness, and the meeting resumed again.

On the fifth floor of the commanders' feet for the final tactical meeting, in the pre-war lounge next to the hangar, a group of pilot trainees with less than 2,000 hours of combat training were chatting; The Gvarkin battleship, which can carry 20 MSs, is equipped with 40 pilots, but 20 of them basically will not have the opportunity to fly in battle, and they are only here for the 1 in 10,000 possibility and the pre-war atmosphere experience, but...

"Moon Front. Whiteside, follow me. ”

The words and gestures of the Zeon officer who pushed the door in made all the driver trainees who had not yet taken off the name of rookie grow their mouths and looked at the "lucky one" who was sitting in the corner and was extremely unsociable.

How could it be this kid, wait until the door closes again, and everyone asks at the same time.

On the corridor outside the lounge, a Zeon Preparatory Corporal in overalls threw a small stereo projector to the rookie driver behind him, clutching the sliding lever and moving forward:

"Second Lieutenant Jaeger is unable to participate in the battle for some reason, you should be familiar with his position, the basic operation of the body, and the armament will be installed according to your usual style, but this should not be a problem, because you are originally an alternate for Second Lieutenant Jaeger."

The young driver named Yue Feng finally turned around at this time and looked up at Jira, who could already be seen through the reinforced glass. Zulu, and the large Mega particle cannon that was slowly being pushed next to the mech, suddenly slapped himself in the face in an attempt to banish the unreality.

"The mission details are all in the terminal, take a good look, and the final mission briefing will be in two hours, good luck." By the time the corporal of the training squad heard again, Yue Feng found himself standing in front of a break room that looked like it was on fire, and the corporal was talking at him.

Yue Feng looked inside, then at the corporal who was holding the sliding rod and leaving, and suddenly asked out loud:

"Excuse me, what is the sir's name?"

The corporal didn't answer, turned the corner and disappeared, leaving Yue Feng alone to face the lounge that made him feel a little uncomfortable。。。。。。 It's awkward, as if you're a sheep but you're going to walk into a pack of wolves; Coming all the way through adversity and traps, he was smoked by the murderous and tobacco smell of veterans who had lived through the one-year war and the two New Zeon wars.

Yue Feng walked in, carefully saluted all the way to a corner and settled down, opened the terminal to see the details of the task to wait, at this time a hand holding a cigarette tapped lightly on his chest, interrupting his thoughts, and also made him gently hit the soft wall.

"Come, the tobacco produced in the best earth reserve, it's not this kind of life-and-death task, and there is no such treatment, you are the little guy who replaces Jaeger?" The Zeon driver, with stubble on his face and dirt in the corners of his eyes, grinned.

Yue Feng looked at the cigarette, then looked around, and after repeating this several times, he finally took it and bit it.

"Good boy," the driver who gave Yue Feng's cigarette helped him light the cigarette, and then took a big puff, "It's different from those colorful boys... ”

After the start of the one-year war, the officials and soldiers of the Federation were plunged into a gloomy fog, and cigarettes became one of the main means of reducing stress; By the end of the year-long war, the soldiers of Zeon began to be miserable, but unlike the Federation...

"The federal troops have a ration of cigarettes, but we don't," said Ensign Zeon, who had finally removed his eyes, spreading his hands, "There aren't many times when people can have a cigarette." ”

"Ah, yes, I haven't asked your name yet, sir。。。。。" Yue Feng, who was a little dizzy, hadn't forgotten to ask the name of the prefect.

"Remember, it's a habit that recruits don't have the right to know the names of their comrades until they survive the first battle, and although you don't have any worries, the rules still have to be followed。。。。。。"

Yue Feng was silent, but his attention quickly turned to an MS that could be seen through the glass window of the lounge, which should be the body projected by the terminal----- the body he needed to escort in formation, but why did he feel a little awkward...

Yue Feng looked down at the projection on the terminal, and then looked up at the body of Gnacurry.

Is that really AMX-015, why do you feel that something is wrong, thinking like this, Yue Feng scratched his head lightly.

"I hear," Ensign Zeon, who gave Yuefeng a cigarette, pulled Yuefeng over and whispered, "It doesn't seem to be our body, although it seems to be well disguised, but it seems to be over there... ”

Over there?! Yue Feng couldn't help but look down.

On the other side of his line of sight, one of the people in the crowd at MS's feet turned his head as if he felt his gaze, and his gaze happened to be on the same page as Yue Feng.

A delicate face, hair that floats in a gravity-free environment, and the characteristics of a driver's suit。。。。。 Isn't she just a girl?!

Such a girl is going to be the main attack?! Thinking like this, Yue Feng only felt a tightness in his heart.