Went to recuperate for a while without notice, sorry, but back. nod

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“。。。。。。 Deputy Speaker Dickinson of the United Parliament?! ”

Shot through by Rebier's eyes mixed with rage and shock, one of the guards and the messenger at the door was silenced with a frightened expression. With less than ten minutes left in the countdown to the detonation of the strategic nuclear bomb cluster launched, a surprising figure and an equally unexpected communication connection were inserted, causing Rebil's eyes to shift to the communications and the ship's security guards who were looking at the screen to pay attention to the battle data.

"What's going on?! Why is there a member of the United Parliament on the battle ship of the Federal Army--- a civilian?! And why is there a communication insertion in the secret line ?! ”

As he spoke, his face gradually lost blood, and the correspondent who was a veteran of his faction, and the communicator, who had said the report of "Joint Communications Access between the High Command of the Federation Army and the Parliament", was also pale. The messenger's distressed gaze turned to the captain's seat, but the captain of Rebil's flagship was silent in the face of what seemed to be an unexpected and planned state of affairs, and was filled with embarrassment that had brought him to some limit.

When the air inside the bridge froze, Rebil's chief of guard was the first to make a move. He ignored the muzzle of the guard at the door and approached where the correspondent was sitting.

"Hey, you're !!" The guard made a stop sound, but Rebil raised his hand to stop the guard with momentum and pistol, and watched the chief guard snatch the head-mounted communicator from the communicator.

"I'm Major Bryant, the chief of guard to General Rebeer. I would like to speak with the High Command of the Federal Army, as well as with the Ragnarok Launch Center. ”

After seeing his Captain Bryant unilaterally start calling, staring at the target on the screen for a moment, Reybier's gaze also returned to the telescopic image of the battlefield ahead, and stared at the light of the MS troops left in the battlefield that had been much sparse but still filled with the erupting firelight.

Although its flagship has long since retreated to the absolute safety range, there are still many suspicious MS shadows left within the dangerous explosion range. From here, only a fuzzy block of noise can be seen on the screen, although the results of the analysis show that it is the MS of the Federation and the enemy are intertwined. But with the current state of communication, it's impossible to tell how many of those signals are unmanned people with improvised "mobile puppet" systems, or how many are actually manned weapons piloted by flesh-and-blood Union soldiers.

This is an inevitable thing, no one naively thinks that after the war has fully begun, it will still be able to receive accurate retreat information from the battlefield with diffuse particle interference, and the words of firing strong signal flares to notify the troops will only alert the enemy, so the combat schedule is strictly set. While timetables aren't entirely fair to the ever-changing tide of battle, they're the closest thing a soldier can accept.

But the fact that Dickinson, who was on board the ship, and the communications that were forcibly inserted at the same time, had to advance this combat schedule through satellite jump signals in advance, and the seriousness of the matter itself and the gravity of the matter made Rybier feel that his aging heart was beating violently with anger:

"All the soldiers who participated in this battle are strictly following that schedule, and if they detonate it early, the losses will be immeasurable!"

"It's okay."

Dickinson spoke suddenly, and Rybil felt a jolt in his shoulder. The Federation general held his breath and looked at Dickinson, who was standing a little distance.

"Continue counting down and prepare to detonate early."

He added in a calm voice, a voice that had washed away his expression and looked at Rebil. Killing his subordinates with his own hands, ---and witnessing the reappearance of his military fate in front of his eyes, Rebile looked at the confidential channel on the screen showing [Voice-Only], and looked away from Dickinson, who no longer looked at others:

"What is the reason for the High Command?"

"The interference between the GN particles and the Minovsky particles has worsened the communication situation beyond expectations, and we will soon lose the remote control of the strategic nuclear bomb, and now the Ragnarok Cosmodrome is redirecting signals through the military satellite relay stations of New Zeon and Zaft, and will be able to maintain the remote detonation authority for less than 5 minutes, after which we will completely lose all control of the nuclear bomb except the timer... And those timers ... Under the interference of two particles, it is not certain whether it can operate normally... ”

"It's just uncertain!!"

After glancing at the operations that continued without saying a word, Captain Rybil remained silent, not participating in the dispute between Admiral Rybil and the High Command. He returned to the high platform of the commander's seat, and did not pay attention to the headquarters that was continuing the wireless dialogue with Rebil, but continued with his last order, preparing to enter the procedure of activating the warhead of the strategic nuclear missile.

"Send a telegram to the escort force, and the ship's main guns and other combat energy consumption will be turned off from now on, and the air defense capability will be stopped."

"Aye, send electricity to the escort force."

"The mechanical chief, the communication chief, transfer the spare energy to the communication module, and raise the ultra-long-range laser communication antenna."

"Yes, sir, remove the combat armor protection, raise the communication module, and complete the mobilization of energy lines."

"General, we are ready to receive EDAS (Emergency—Deployment-Authenticate-Sequence)." The captain met Admiral Reybier's angry gaze with a helpless gaze.

"An emergency activation could indeed envelop more enemies in the blast range, but our soldiers won't have time to withdraw, and so will our allies... Wait a minute... As if he had suddenly thought of something, Admiral Reybir bit his lip and let out a sigh, "That's one of the purposes, isn't it... ”

"EDAS initiated, received the sequence of authorized information from the High Command and the Ragnarok Center, verified the first stage of the procedure, scanned the organism implanted signal transmitter, received the dual signal authentication ---- [SQ-0002-Reybier], [GQ---0017-Dickinson].

"You can't do that, it's going to push everyone to the opposite side of us!"

"There is no opposite to the dead!"

"The opposition of the dead is the living!"

"Reybil, don't tell me you believe in those new human myths too!"

"The second stage of the EDAS verification procedure, the verification signal received from the High Command and the Front-line Launch Center!"

"That huge planet-like battleship is still floating there, no one knows if those guys have more tricks, you can't just detonate it, who will deal with the next situation that may occur when the time comes!"

"We have a backup plan, you know that!"

"There's a reason that plan is defined as a backup!"

"The third phase of the EDAS validation procedure...

The correspondents continued to broadcast the argument between Reybir and the voice behind [Voice-Only], and the words "EDAS verification program in execution" on the screen emitted a dismal electronic light. Countless electronic components laid on the screen operated, turning people's thoughts into cold signals, making the faces of everyone in the bridge look extremely hideous. Killing a comrade-in-arms is a painful choice for the soldiers on the battlefield at any time, no matter how a strategic decision may seem to be beneficial to the so-called overall situation, but the impact on the individual cannot be erased no matter how much training and institutionalization of the spirit.

"The EDAS verification procedure has passed, the communication channel is being established, and the message is sent to the Zaft Army and the New Zeon Relay communication satellite!" The communicator's voice reached his ears, causing Rybil to bite his lower lip. Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven...... The sound of counting seconds came from the bottom of Reybier's heart, and the thought of how long he could drag it out made him tremble.

"General Reybier!"

Just as the second count was about to end, the voice of the communicator came from the operator's seat, and Reybir looked at him with a pounding heart:

"The first rough count of the MS units that are still within the blast range has come out!"

“On-Screen!”

The screen was suddenly filled with the names of the squads, the names of the airframes and pilots, and photos.

12 broken squadrons, close to 100 mobile suits... The enemy is in pursuit ... 100, a feeling that seemed to be beginning to become light while bitter welled up in Rybil's heart. Is it because the number doesn't matter too much, he asked himself in his heart.

But at this moment, a scream rang out on the bridge:

“ED!!!???”

For a moment, Raybile didn't understand what Dickinson, the owner of the voice, was saying. "What......?" Unconsciously, Raybil looked at Dickinson with a slight blanket.

"Uh, ED, ED. J. De*innson, "The transfer officer of the MS unit searched for "ED" and directly displayed the results of the search, "The pilot of the 133rd tactical squadron of the Baninger team, which was last reported to have suffered damage to the legs of the fuselage, is returning home!" ”

"A message is being sent to the affected troops--- all personnel have turned on the RCR (Rear-Collision-Radar, Tail Impact Radar)!"

“ED!!!! My baby!!! Stop sending !! ”

"I can't interrupt it now, I've just pressed it, and Ragnarok's signal has jumped to the satellite!"

In a blank mind, the son who was picked up by his own hands came to mind, "Supreme Command, send a letter!" "Silence, Armed!" The voice of the correspondent sounded continuously. Scream, roar, kneel and beg for redemption--- his heart was filled with a boiling murmur, but his body looking up at the commander's seat did not move, and a member of the Federation looked up at Reybil's face immobilly.

Personally burying his own soldiers and killing his own children with his own mouth, Reybil's eyes were bloodshot. He closed his eyes, as if to hide both of the unacceptable futures. A moment later, he opened his eyes again and did not look at Dickinson, but looked straight at the battlefield on the screen.

“。。。 Detonate... ”

Raybill's face twisted as he squeezed out the command, and the screen glowed with intensity.

"Stop!!!" Dickinson's inner shout finally turned into a voice. After he staggered a step, the light of cause and effect lit up the entire battlefield, and Dickinson visioned the image of the young son being wiped out in his mind.

The most powerful signaling device the Federation has ever had ejects the command onto a relay satellite, and then the dismembered signal burrows into the body of the strategic nuclear bomb that activates the stealth device and is preparing to reach the intended location. The green [Armed] and the red flashing [Detonate] light up one after the other, and then direct the current into the five split warheads distributed like the bomb bay of *. The bomb bay, which had maintained optical camouflage, burst open, and the sub-warhead with the optical capture warhead burst into the universe, forming a ring shape according to the predetermined dispersion pattern.

"That's..."

Banninger, who had just turned on the tail collision avoidance radar to deal with the wreckage flying behind him, whispered, and the monitor in the back showed the multiple diffuse points of light that made him realize what was happening.

"Ed, Chis, let's go!!"

What happened in an instant, so that people didn't have time to realize death. The light immediately melted the three machines, and the steel body was washed away like leaves, and the three of them turned into a mass of dry sand and scattered in a vacuum. The Imperial Army MS, who pursued them, was also dispersed. On the Imperial warship in the rear, the Valkyries waiting to be shot on the ejection deck--- human appearance remained in less than a second before turning to charcoal. Countless explosive lights flickered in the Flower of Light and disappeared instantly.