Roger Aznable and his wife gallop down the road, reluctant but perhaps full of joy.

They headed in the direction of the harbor, SIDE5 was set to night, and only the street lamps on both sides provided the light along the way, just like Texas in the real Great Pioneer Era, this colonial satellite for the development of the tourism industry perfectly restored the desolate plain terrain of northern Texas, sparse grass and trees grew among some low hills, but it also looked gray and yellow.

This is by no means a very rich and prosperous satellite, the tourism industry that depends on it has not improved since the rise of Zeon and the deterioration of the economy of the earth circle, and in order to build a desolate and barren plain that has been deliberately built, there is no foundation for transforming it into an agricultural satellite, or the foundation is still there, as long as the dry sand is replaced with fertile soil, and then the climate is adjusted, but the owner of Texas, the owner of the Eight Continents Chaebol, has focused all his energy on the construction of SIDE7, Texas doesn't care about distressed assets at all.

But even such a place is like home for Roger and his wife, and it is a pity that they are leaving for various reasons.

"You say, how is Char doing?" Roger's wife asked softly, Char Aznabul was still a young boy in her memory, and her heart had been filled with unease since he left for Zeon alone.

Can a teenager live well in an unfamiliar and distant foreign land?

What should I do if I get into trouble?

Will he be able to take care of himself?

"It should be good," Roger said comfortingly, "Didn't you listen to Miss Serra?" He's already a hero of Zeon, so he must be doing well. ”

"But how did he really join the army and fight?" Roger's wife muttered to herself in a way that didn't make much sense: "That's dangerous." ”

"There's no way, he just went to SIDE3 to join the army," Roger sighed and said, "It's better to say that his luck is already very good, not only did he not get hurt, but he also became a hero." ”

"Do you remember Master Casbal?"

Of course, I remember, Roger's wife still remembers that it was a quiet but leader-like teenager, although he looked exactly like his child Char, but Char's personality was more irritable and a little jumpy.

And the boy is dead.

Recalling Casbal's voice and smile, the already heavy sorrow was aroused again, and she couldn't help but sobbed softly.

And there is still a hint of fear.

"Not catching that boat because of a mistake is indeed very similar to what Char would do," Roger smiled reluctantly: "It is precisely because of this that not only did I not get involved, but I also got to this day." ”

"Our child is a blessed man," Roger tried to lighten his wife: "He has become a hero in just a few years, and he may become a big man in the future." ”

"I don't expect him to be a big man," Roger's wife didn't stop sobbing: "He still has to fight with the Federation, and I don't want him to be in danger for meritorious service, I want him to be safe." ”

As she spoke, her tears flowed uncontrollably, compared to becoming a hero, what a big man, her mother's wishes were always simple and simple and a little boring, so that the children might not accept their kindness frankly.

They stare at what is above their heads and tend to ignore the danger under their feet.

Roger grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and gently stroked his wife's back with the other, trying to make him feel better.

"You say, if Char is really doing well, why don't you reply to our letter?" As mentioned earlier, the means of communication in the Universal Century, mobile phones and telephones can only be used between the same SIDE, and the strong wave communication devices that can be sent from one SIDE to another can only be used by the Federal Army, and the Rogers are no exception, they cannot see their son's face through direct means, hear his voice, and never hear back from the letters they send.

It's a very cruel thing for parents who are worried about their children.

"Have you forgotten? Char is a soldier, so it's only natural that he can't communicate with his family members in other SIDE. Roger said the unfounded conjecture, which was not actually the case, and he said it in a determined tone, not knowing whether it was to comfort his wife or to comfort himself.

"That's good, that's good, so that if we go to SIDE3, we can meet him." She said to her husband with longing.

"It must be possible, you think about it, Char is already a hero, and when the time comes, he will definitely prepare a grand ceremony for him, much larger than our wedding," Roger painted a fantastical picture for his wife: "And then we stood by his side as the hero's parents。。。。。。 ”

Speaking of this, Roger's wife suddenly said: "In this case, we alone are not enough, there should be a beautiful young lady, do you say Char has a lover?" ”

"There must be," said Roger, "after all, he looks like me when I was younger, so handsome, he must be very popular with girls." ”

Roger's wife laughed and slapped him, and Roger hurriedly remedied: "Of course, I am still single-minded about you." ”

"Actually, I think Char and Miss Sierra are a good match," said Roger's wife, "if only they could make a spark." ”

"You, that's impossible," Roger said with a wry smile, "the difference in identity is too great, and Miss Sierra already has a fiancé." ”

"So what, Char is already a hero, so he can always be worthy of Miss!" Roger's wife showed the best appearance of her child and said unconvinced.

"Impossible," Roger smirked, "Char and Master Casbal look too alike." ”

He said fairly, mentioning Casbar, and the atmosphere inside the car was a little quieter.

Just when Roger was secretly annoyed that he didn't choose what to say, his wife said softly, "Actually, I don't have the idea of clinging, but I just think that if Char and Miss Sierra are together。。。。。。 ”

"We're family again."

"There's still a chance, Miss Sierra and Mr. Diablo will be all right, until the war is over," said Roger, comforting his wife, "and we'll see each other again when the war is over." ”

Obviously there is a howling night breeze outside the window, but the car is filled with warm air, and the gentle old man leans on each other, looking forward to a happy future together.

But.

As the famous adage goes.

Happy families in the world are always similar, while unhappy families are different.

For this tiny, Mars-like happiness in the war, there are always people who don't like it and want to destroy it.

If there really is a so-called creator in this world, he must be an existence who does not understand people's hearts, cannot feel love, and is keen to destroy all happy things.

At this moment, Roger suddenly noticed the light of the car lights coming from the distance.

Is it a passing car? He thought so, but suddenly realized.

It wasn't a single car, it was a convoy of more than a dozen cars.

The car did not look like an ordinary civilian vehicle, but more like a federal military vehicle.

The convoy went straight along the road, ending in Roger's town.

What were they going to do, and before he could think about it, a guy with a motorcycle helmet on his head suddenly poked out of the car.

Before Roger could react to what he was going to do, he saw that he had a federal rifle in his hand!

"Sudden !!" The fire was accompanied by bullets, and the bullet hit the car, shattering the glass of the window, and Roger, who was in the driver's seat, was caught off guard and only felt a pain on the left side of his face, and the broken glass hit his hands and face, cutting countless small holes.

"Ahh Roger instinctively braked in pain, and with his wife's screams, the car came to a screeching halt, and the Texas wheeled car, which was the selling point, became a danger, and the car almost rolled over to the side.

"Come out!" Before he could react, he felt someone rough drag him out of the car, and at the same time his wife's screams rang out.

"Roger! Roger!! ”

"Who are you! Let me go! Let go of my wife! Roger struggled violently in fright, and then the result of the struggle was only to feel a pain in his abdomen, I don't know if he was kicked hard, he couldn't help but spit out the acid water.

"Roger!!" He heard his wife screaming, but the pain kept him from moving.

A man came to his side, cut his arm backwards, and forced him to kneel on the ground, and from the voices around him, he could hear that his wife was also forced to kneel to the side.

After a while, he heard someone come up to him, and the man complained loudly, "This is not a young woman at all, but an old woman!" ”

"This, this, Second Lieutenant, I beg your pardon!" A flattering and obscene voice sounded.

"How come there is an old man here," muttered the man called the second lieutenant, "Hey, old man, I ask you, where are you going at this time?" ”

"Y-Who are you?" Roger barely opened his eyes, the glass cut had begun to bleed, and the blood ran down his forehead and covered his eyes a little.

"Smack!!" His words were only exchanged for a heavy slap in the face.

"Bastard, watch your words," said the flattering and obscene voice, "this is the second lieutenant of the Union Army!" ”

Roger turned his gaze to the second lieutenant, who was wearing a black Federal bomber jacket, a crooked helmet on his head, and a dry cheek that had no military morals, only the brutal pleasure of hurting others.