Just as the Zeon Army on the front line was being disrupted by a sudden counterattack, several Mse-class fast cruisers sailed out of the Minovsky particle coverage area.

This small fleet, which is somewhat inconspicuous compared to the front line, is the second task force of the Assault Mobile Army, although the number is not large, but it is one of the few fleets on the Zeon side that has combat effectiveness and is formed on the battlefield at this moment.

On board the fast cruiser Prometheus, the flagship of Task Force 2, the fleet commander, Colonel Reinstein, was observing the situation at the front.

He took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the front line, under the pretext that Cecilia needed to show her presence as a commander and wanted to play for Cesilia, and there were many considerations - mainly because Cecilia did not want to be on the front line and gave her subordinates a chance to perform, and Cecilia agreed to Reinstein's request.

There is nothing to say about the situation of the First Fleet, after being penetrated from the front by the Zeon Army, although the losses are far from reaching the point of losing combat effectiveness, they have also lost something very important to the soldiers, they are still fiercely resisting the remaining Zeon Army MS, but it is only resistance, they never want to surrender, but they just do not want to surrender.

In the face of the drastic decline in the number of the Zeon Army, no one wanted to fight a counterattack, but continued to hold on, which fully shows that the federal officers and soldiers of the First Fleet have been a little frightened.

Lear did it pretty well, and Reinstein thought to himself, and while it looked a little silly, it worked really well.

This unscrupulous private slander of his boss immediately turned his gaze further ahead, at the Second Fleet, as previously said, the Zeon Army had the advantage of combat power, but it was in a very awkward position.

The attacking MS forces were scattered by the counterattacking Federation fighter units for various reasons, while the Union formation, which had been compressed to a certain extent, took the opportunity to begin to expand rapidly in an attempt to regain the lost positions.

In this case, the leaderless MS units of the Zeon Army fell into a state of command failure, and of course, even then, it was not without troops still attacking.

In addition to Lear's troops, Cesilia's direct MS forces are still on the offensive.

The commander of that force was。。。。。。 Lieutenant Gaia, right? Reinstein remembers the rugged pilot, the captain of the MS Troop ace group, the Black Trifecta, and to be fair Reinstein doesn't think he's a good commander, but his loyalty to Cecilia is unquestionable.

I'm afraid that it is precisely in order to protect the face and honor of such as Cecilia that they are more engaged in the attack now that everyone is avoiding, and this loyalty and fighting spirit that do not hesitate to defend the lord with blood make Reinstein feel admired, and at the same time, 。。。。。。

Sorry.

The Black Trifecta didn't understand Cesilia's thoughts, she didn't want her direct troops to consume too much, and what the Black Trifecta did seemed to maintain her honor, but in fact, Cecilia probably didn't care too much about honor compared to saving the troops.

Typical military black trifecta and conspirator Cecilia.

There is no one who is different from each other.

Ryanstein couldn't help but show mixed expressions, sarcasm, sympathy, contempt, and amusement。。。。。。 There are also.

At this moment, a message came from a Zeon officer from another battleship aboard Task Force 2, who was nominally the second-in-command of Task Force 2, but whose power was in fact limited to his own ship.

He said to Reinstein, "Your Excellency, we have established contact with the direction of the Moon, do you have any other instructions?" ”

Before leaving the fog zone, Reinstein ordered the use of a fast shuttle to construct a direct communication route to the moon in the area covered by Minovsky particles, of course, the ultra-high concentration of Minovsky particles around the moon gave them no room for electronic communication, but this did not mean that Ryanstein was helpless about it.

If electronic communication is not useful, use light signals, similar to the principles of oil lamps in the Middle Ages, where several shuttles will relay orders from the Prometheus to the moon thousands of kilometers away.

Sometimes, compared with those high-tech tools, more primitive tools can play a great role in surprise, which is also a little laughable.

"Wait for my orders." Ryanstein replied briefly, and ended the correspondence.

He made a stern and even somewhat rigid expression, which made those who knew him close to him can't help but look sideways.

"What are you thinking, Your Excellency?" At this point, the adjutant standing beside Ryanstein spoke.

This person is none other than Zhang Zhongjian, who is a member of the Philosophical Society like Reinstein.

He was originally part of the Cosmic Attack Force, but after the last meeting, according to the request to bring the members together as much as possible, he was poached from the Cosmic Attack Force by Ryan Stein in the name of recruitment, and in fact, most of the members of the Philosophical Society are now concentrated in Task Force 2 except for him.

No one would have thought that the reason why Ryanstein recruited a large number of young officers and installed them in his fleet was because he obeyed the instructions of a certain rebel party, and they would only think that this was Ryanstein planting his own men in order to firmly control the fleet, and even Cecilia herself would think so, and she would only turn a blind eye and acquiesce to Ryanstein's behavior, since she traded the formation of this army as a transaction, then Ryanstein's behavior is just the proper meaning of the question, She couldn't expect Reinstein to let the fleet be filled with her, and even if she did, she couldn't show it.

She had to be open-minded and generous.

Zhang Zhongjian is now Ryanstein's lieutenant and the captain of the Prometheus, the flagship of the Second Task Force of the Assault Mobile Force, so it seems that there is nothing wrong with him calling Ryanstein Your Excellency, but Ryanstein just pouted and said, "There are no outsiders here, why call me like that, it's really creepy." ”

As he spoke, he shook his head awkwardly and shook his arms, as if something was wrong with his body.

Although Ryanstein is far above Zhang Zhongjian in terms of Zeon's position, when it comes to their real organizational relationship-the position in the Philosophical Society, not only is there no affiliation between the two of them, but there is not even a distinction between upper and lower, they are both representatives of a certain study group, although Ryanstein's Senior Non-commissioned Officer Military Academy group is larger, but their status in the organization is equal, and at this moment, the people on the bridge have been replaced by members of the Philosophical Society, and there is no need to pretend to be superior and subordinate in front of outsiders.

"It's just to show respect," Zhang Zhongjian shrugged and said, but his face was full of smiles: "Your Excellency." ”

"You should have looked at your face," he said, making a serious look, "'Wait for my orders.'"

Then he finally burst out laughing, not only him, but also the other members of the Philosopher's Society on the bridge.

"I think you're disrespectful enough of me now, but forget it," Ryanstein muttered, the wicked smile on his face already subsided, "Anyway, don't call me Your Excellency anymore, it's a hair off." ”

In fact, Reinstein has not heard people call himself Your Excellency, but it is someone else, and when his comrades call themselves like this, he can only feel awkward.

"Okay, instructor," Zhang Zhongjian said with a smile and a wave of his hand, "If you have to tell me to change my words." ”

He is also a top student in the command department of the Zeon Non-commissioned Officer Military Academy, in other words, a student of Reinstein, so it is not surprising to call him an instructor.

"Thank you," Ryanstein said angrily, "grateful." ”

"No thanks."

It seemed that the topic was over here, but Ryanstein suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, Zhang, you don't seem to be ready to retire?" ”

There is a reason why he said this, in fact, according to the decision of the previous meeting, except for a very few people who could not get out (such as Lear and Ryanstein), most members of the Philosophical Society would retire and transfer to the civilian sector to focus on organizational building, and in the Philosophical Society, most people would also prefer to retire, not because they began to fear war, but because not retiring meant that they would have to stay in the Zeon Army and fight for the Zabi family, which was really unacceptable to them, Therefore, they are very willing to accept their retirement.

However, considering that the Philosophical Society must have its own armed forces and also develop its organization in the army, it was decided that about a third of the people would need to remain in the army, and that those who remained would be concentrated in the forces of Lear and Reinstein, and gradually take full control of these two forces.

Compared to retirement, this option is obviously not very popular, not only are less than a third of the people willing to stay, but even to the point that they have to rely on the requirements of the organization to order them to stay, and those who serve as MS pilots and officers at all levels are the main targets.

Zhang Zhongjian was one of the few people who applied to stay in the army on his own, which made Reinstein a little curious about what he was thinking.

"Yes, what's the matter, do you think I'm not good enough as a captain and want to drive me away?" Zhang Zhongjian said with a smile.

"No, just a little curious," Reinstein said, "after all, there aren't many people who want to stay." ”

"If there's anything hidden, it's okay not to answer," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "although I'm your superior now, I won't abuse my power to force you to say it." ”

"There's nothing to hide," Mr. Zhang said, "but someone has to do it." ”

"Neither the people nor the army should be missing, and since the organization needs this, I am very happy to accept it," he smiled and said, "Besides, although it sounds strange to say this, I don't hate the army." ”

"Don't get me wrong, I don't like war, but I don't hate the army either."

"I love weapons, strategy and tactics, and even just seeing how the tide of battle changes, so this mission suits me perfectly."

"That's all."

After saying that, he looked at Reinstein and said, "What, my idea is strange?" ”

"Sort of," Ryanstein said, raising an eyebrow, "but it's not anyone's turn to say something." ”

At this moment, the signal officer on the bridge of the Prometheus turned his head and said, "Deputy, there is information from the moon, they have completed the adjustment, and they are waiting for your order at any time." ”

"I see," Reinstein ended his conversation with Zhang Zhongjian, "and answer the correspondence of Secretary Alkestein for me." ”

"Secretary Alxstein?" Zhang Zhongjian asked suspiciously: "What are you looking for him, he should be busy now." ”

After all, you're on the front line.

"It's just a matter of asking for a job, after all, I've had a lot of work to help him clean up, and I have to let him know how hard I work," Ryanstein said with some resentment, "I feel like my life span is a few years shorter." ”

"That's it?" Zhang Zhongjian frowned slightly, as if he could not agree with Ryanstein's idea.

"Of course, the main thing is to tell him not to worry about things in the rear," Reinstein waved his hand: "He must be under a lot of pressure on the front line now." ”

"Those of us in the rear can help a little bit."

As he spoke, communication between the Prometheus and Raylight was established, but fortunately Lear and his troops had not yet engaged the Federation Army, and Lear still had time to reply, "Reinstein?" Did something happen? ”

Reinstein briefly informed Lear of what happened on the Purple Widow: "That's it, with Cecilia's approval, you don't have to worry about any trouble because of this, from now on, you are the supreme commander of the front." ”

"Although Cecilia's orders won't allow you to command the rest of the troops well, at least her direct troops should obey your orders."

"You don't have to worry about the things in the rear for the time being, we will help you solve anything else, now you can concentrate on Rebir."

“。。。。。。 Well, that's a big favor, Ryanstein, I knew you could be trusted," Lear's voice seemed a little low, "I owe you once." ”

"You've owed me more than this time over the years," Reinstein said angrily, "and I haven't seen you want to pay it back." ”

"I'll take it to heart." Lear said with a reluctant smile.

"Ah, by the way," said Reinstein, as if suddenly remembered, "we have a little gift for you." ”

"Gifts? What gift? ”

"A gift that will help you in your offense, you will know what it is right away."

"I don't know what it is, but I thank you in advance."

At this point, he suddenly fell silent, and just when Reinstein felt strange, he suddenly said, "Reinstein, there's something I want to ask you. ”

"What's the matter?"

“。。。。。。。。” However, Lear suddenly fell silent.

"What's going on? Can you hear me? ”

“。。。。。 No, it's nothing, let's end the call," he ended the conversation abruptly, so abruptly that both Reinstein and Zhang Zhongjian felt a little strange, Lear has always been straightforward, and it was really strange to be so slurred: "I'll leave it to you behind my back, Reinstein." ”

Even if he knew what he wanted to know now, it would be useless, and Lear was not an immortal, and he did not have the secret art of flesh and bones of the living dead.

In that case, it is better to focus on the next attack, Lear thought.

Or maybe he's just not ready for the worst.

"Please."

"Well, leave it to us."

After Reinstein finished the correspondence, he touched his chin a little dazedly: "I don't think he seems to be a little upset. ”

Lear's low tone was taken by him as proof of his displeasure.

"Maybe it's too much pressure," Zhang Zhongjian's tone was filled with obvious admiration: "Although it is our common decision to ensure the survival of Rebir and the defeat of the Federation, the actual pressure of implementation is entirely on Secretary Alkerstein. ”

"Our strength is still too weak." Zhang Zhongjian lowered his eyelids and said, he was even more determined to stay in the army at this moment.

If philosophy had a stronger military force, there would be no need for Lear to take the risk alone.

"Maybe," said Reinstein noncommittally, "then let's give the gift away, but don't keep him waiting." ”

"Are you all set?" He said to the crowd on the bridge.

As his words fell, the bridge of the Prometheus was in a state of hustle and bustle, and they were quickly 'packing' the so-called gift so that it could be delivered to Lear, who was on the front line.

"Ray clearance, no obstacles between the beam and the target!"

"The latest coordinates are being conveyed to the lunar surface。。。。。。 Fine-tuning done! ”

"The shells are loaded, the tracks are warmed up!"

"Lunar mass accelerator, ready to launch!"

"Telecommunications to the moon," Ryanstein said loudly, "Mass Booster, fire!" ”

With a command from Reinstein, almost in the next instant.

The formation of the Second Fleet was torn apart.