Cosmic Century U.C0079, January 1

Permanent lunar city von Brown

Darsia Bajaro, Prime Minister of the Principality of Zeon, arrived in Von Braun City in the early hours of January 1 aboard the flagship of the Zeon Wehrmacht's Space Fleet, the Gvarkin-class large space battleship No. 1.

The battleship was commissioned about three months earlier under the strict supervision of the General Staff of the Zeon Wehrmacht, and although it was statutely the seat of the Commander-in-Chief of the Dejon Dehrmacht Degum Sodo Zabi, the Commander-in-Chief of the Defence Forces of the Principality of Zeon, in order to demonstrate his country's sincerity and national strength, the Duke of Deggin granted the Prime Minister of Darcia permission to travel to von Brown on this ship.

It was accompanied by eight Mse-class fast cruisers and two Chebe-class heavy cruisers, and although it seems that such a fleet cannot be compared to the Earth Federation Space Force, it is a huge armed force for the other SIDES.

According to the agreement, the low-orbit defense fleet at the fortress of Luna II and the Fifth Fleet stationed in Granada will not be dispatched, but the Zeon fleet will not be near von Brown, and the Zeon fleet will be stationed at a distance of about 400,000 kilometers from von Brown (exactly the distance between the Earth and the Moon at this time), and Prime Minister Dalcia will take a shuttle to von Brown.

At the same time, federal negotiators will also take a shuttle from Earth to space, and both sides are expected to arrive at the same time.

The arrival time was the first day of the cosmic century U.C0079, at 1 a.m. GMT, and to celebrate this occasion, New Year's Eve celebrations were postponed by an hour, starting at the same time as the representatives of both sides arrived on the moon.

The way the universe and the region celebrate New Year's Eve is different, the earth, especially East Asia, likes to celebrate New Year's Eve with fireworks, and colonies without atmosphere can't do this, but colonies also have their own ways to celebrate New Year's Eve.

For example, changing the frequency of artificial light in the colony and making it constantly change color or something is also a way of celebration that only the colony can use and has the characteristics of the cosmic century.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the representatives of both sides entered the venue through Von Blanch's Central Boulevard, the police on both sides were lined up, and the guards were fierce, but they still could not stop the enthusiasm of the onlookers, and people chose to hang what kind of flag they supported the side, after a series of brawls and scolding adjustments, the left was Zeon, the right was the appearance of the Federation, the flags were not very neatly placed, but people hung their own flags behind every window, the dense sea of flags, and the fanatical crowd chanting their names of support, giving the scene a sense of sacred fear.

VOF (Voice-of-Federation), the official media outlet of the Earth Federation, described the scene as follows:

"How absurd it is that we are on the verge of fighting the greatest war in the history of mankind with our brothers and compatriots for the sake of some minor problems that can be solved by talking!"

"After eight months of fruitless negotiations, the two sides were on the brink of war, but now they are coming together."

"I can't help but wonder, what prompted the leaders of both sides to make such a decision?"

"When I heard the cheers from the audience, I immediately understood that it was the common desire for peace of all mankind, and the sense of mission of the wise leaders on both sides to make this choice."

"Because no one can realize that there is nothing more beautiful than peace, and nothing more stupid than hurting one's fellow man."

"The maximum tolerance and restraint maintained by the two sides in their contradictions with each other allowed them to come together after a failed negotiation and re-shake each other's hands in goodwill."

"I think this is the noblest spirit of man, patience and love for others."

"I sincerely hope that the representatives of both sides will be able to reach an agreement that is most beneficial to humanity, and this time will be the beginning of permanent peace for mankind."

"May God bless humanity."

As always, everyone at the scene knew that there was no call for peace or goodwill concessions, and that supporters on both sides were scolding each other through loudspeakers in the buildings across the cordon, and that there was no way to talk about the so-called patience with others.

And the so-called love, if it can be used to generate electricity or as a cannonball, may have some value.

New energy - love, doesn't that sound amazing?

Nor does there exist a God to bless humanity.

Because it turns out that he either doesn't want to bless humanity at all, or he doesn't exist at all.

But it's probably the former that it's more likely, after all, even if it's God, he will get tired of being asked to bless anything tens of billions of times a day.

God is tired and doesn't want to bless humanity anymore.

Because humans are incompetent creatures who want to be blessed by everything from winning or losing wars to being able to draw SSRs that have just come out, even a merciful god has no interest in blessing such creatures.

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There was a cacophony in the distance, and Flynn knew that representatives of Darcia and the Federation had already begun to enter, and that they would be ceremoniously wasting an hour on Central Avenue, and that it would take up to 45 minutes to reach the position above the hidden line.

More than enough.

He drove the bomb-carrying truck towards his destination, the entrance to the hidden line hidden in the middle of a sewer from which they had to turn in.

Von Brown's subway line, like all other subways, has a certain degree of connection with the local sewers, and this sealed hidden line is like this, there is an alternate maintenance channel that has not been sealed, and Flynn and the others are ready to enter from here.

He was joined by Flanda in the co-pilot seat, Ed and Eight Principles in the back of the warehouse.

Flynn couldn't help but touch his chest, and in the inner lining of his clothes, there was a hard thing that made his heart feel uncomfortable.

It was a pistol, a Type 72 pistol of the Federal Army.

Frankly speaking, when he got the pistol, he was somewhat excited, and what man doesn't like weapons?

But as he gradually got used to the heavy feeling, a horror that seemed to have just been realized suddenly came to his heart.

It's a weapon that can kill people, shoot someone with it。。。。。。 It's really hard to imagine, it's not that he can't imagine it, but the scene in his head has no real feeling.

Blood, pain, and death, Flynn was no stranger to as a surgeon, but it was confined to the operating table, trying to save someone's life without success.

It's not the same as taking the lives of other people by doing it yourself.

He thought about it, and a vomiting sensation that might have been caused by vertigo sent a surge in his throat.

It must be so, not because of cowardly feelings such as fear or panic.

He must not be afraid, because revolutionaries are not afraid of death, and even if their bodies die, their ideals will turn into stars and guide those who come after them to move forward.

He tried to distract himself, and suddenly saw that Flanda beside him looked unconcerned.

"Sister Fran, aren't you afraid?" He blurted out, and then immediately regretted it, this is really something that shouldn't come out of his own mouth, he is still a man, what does it mean to say such things to Flanda.

However, as if she had seen through something, she first looked at Flynn in surprise, and then smiled dumbly: "What, I saw that you were so determined before, and I thought you were not afraid at all." ”

“。。。。。。” Flynn blushed and was ashamed, and he almost wanted to hit his head on the steering wheel in frustration.

Perhaps reflecting this vacillation of him, the car suddenly tilted, and he hurriedly straightened the steering wheel.

'Knock knock!! There was a tapping sound behind him, as if to alert him to it.

This made him even more ashamed, after all, Flynn Hendrick was still a young, naïve, idealistic big boy, otherwise he would not have agreed to assassinate a head of state without saying a word, and a slight mistake would have made him red-faced.

Such a person can also participate in the plan to assassinate Darcia, maybe it is a joke of Li Shi.

If it succeeds.

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, there's nothing to be shy about." Flanda couldn't help but laugh, and she said with a bold smile that is characteristic of a manual laborer.

“。。。。。。” The flush on Flynn's face hadn't subsided, and he tried to keep his face strained, his hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"I'm not afraid。。。。。。" "It would be a lie to say that there was no fear at all," said Flanda. ”

"Of course, there is no such thing as a man who is not afraid of death," she said, looking into the distance, and Flynn always felt that she was a woman with many stories: "People fall asleep, they die, and there is nothing left." ”

"I've seen a lot of death, so I know that death isn't something mysterious or beautiful," she said, with a nostalgic look on her face: "On the contrary, death is ugly and realistic. ”

As a doctor, Flynn has seen many deaths, but he rarely thinks about the meaning of death from a philosophical perspective.

But sometimes I think about it.

In contrast to them, Lear never thought about the meaning of death, and for this crude materialist, death was the process of material annihilation, in which there were no idealistic variables, and it was the most materialistic change in the world.

Still am.

"But, I also know, there are some deaths。。。。。。 No, sacrifice must be made," Flanda didn't change her face, but Flynn could see that her fingers couldn't help but tighten the hem of her clothes, "So even if I was a little scared, I was able to control myself." ”

"After all, there are more terrible things in this world than death."

“。。。。。。。” Flynn smiled wryly, "You're so determined, I thought you would only join because of Uncle Ed." ”

In comparison, I'm 。。。。。。

"Of course, I can't say that there is no father at all," said Flanda, "but more because I want to do it." ”

"We have to get rid of the rule of the Union, that's what I really think."

"For this reason, even if you want me to kill someone, if I am lucky not to die this time, I will join the Zeon Army and drive the Earth Federation away."

"Why?" Flynn couldn't help but ask, he was also a follower of cosmic independence, but he didn't have the same strong will to bring down the Federation as Flanda, "Why do you hate the Federation so much?" ”

Although Flynn also hated the Federation, but not to the extent of Flanda, he couldn't help but wonder if it was because of what the Federation had done to her.

However, Flanda replied, "Did you know that for every 100,000 tons of ore produced by Cosmic Mining, one person dies on average? ”

"Mining accidents and various diseases caused by radiation, most miners do not live to be 50 years old, I have seen people who flew into space due to equipment failure, and I have also seen people who cannot die because of cancer, human technology seems to have been able to develop the universe, but in fact, every bit of progress is paved with human life, it is precisely because of the difficulty of cosmic mining," she muttered to herself: "Miners are hired using the dispatch labor system without insurance, there is no medical insurance, and there is not even most statutory heavy labor subsidies." ”

"Dispatch agreements are usually based on six months to a year, the miners who work at great risk, even such jobs cannot be stably owned, because all of them lack jobs, those who are sick or even just because they offend the intermediary, they can only be gradually dragged down by usury, they have only one fate, the women in their family can only sell their bodies, I have even seen young / prostitutes who are less than ten years old, all the income from their sales will be robbed, and they can only barely maintain their lives, and wait until they are old and decrepit, If they had lived until then, they would have been driven away with only one piece of clothing," she said, but her face did not waver at all, but there was no numbness: "Men will be sold as coolies, working until death for smuggling boats or black mines." ”

Flynn was so frightened by the scene described by Flanda that he didn't know what to say, his life was not rich, and the Mahar colony he was born in was notoriously poor, but along the way, he had at most suffered from work-study, even if he was determined to bring down the Federation, it was only because he believed in the independence of the universe advocated by Zeon.

He never imagined that such a disgusting reality would exist in the distant Axis.

Flanda flipped her hand and looked at the scars on her hands: "I studied mining in college, and in the beginning, I just wanted to find a job, and then I went to Axis. ”

"In the beginning, I was sitting in my office doing some work like drawing drawings, until I saw their miserable situation."

"I felt like I should do something for them."

"Then I realized I couldn't do anything," Flanda's face was full of exhaustion, "and it was a really uncomfortable feeling. ”

"Later, I finally found the problem, the Earth Federation, is the culprit of everything."

"When we first entered the cosmic century, they used forced immigration laws to drive most people into the universe, and when the high-ranking officials and magnates of the Earth Federation lived comfortably on the earth, we could only build colonies in a vacuum."

"When the colony gradually takes shape, they will begin to rob the laborers of the fruits, and the guys who have not been in the universe for a minute can take away the fruits of the laborers' labor for decades by relying on debt and borrowing."

"In the final analysis, it was because they blindly expanded the scale of industry for the sake of high industrial profits, and when they made enough money, the earth's environment was almost completely destroyed," Flanda said hatefully, and Flynn felt that it was only now that he really saw her sincerity: "They destroyed the earth, and then drove us into the universe under the pretext that the earth could not afford us, and we obviously did not enjoy the maximum fruits of industrialization, so why should we pay for their indulgence?" ”

"Why do we have to work hard to provide for some people who are just good births, and what we have worked so hard to produce, we must first give them to enjoy, and we must give our wives and daughters to them to play with?"

"This kind of world is not normal."

"The so-called Earth Federation itself is an organization of those in power, and it will only serve their interests."

"So, I've made up my mind to bring down the Federation, and I'm willing to do anything for that."

Flynn felt that the woman in front of him shone with holy light, like a goddess of victory who led the people in a painting.

Determined, beautiful, and sacrificial, she describes her ideal face as breathtakingly beautiful.

This beauty completely destroyed his admiration for Serra in just a moment.

Unlike his simple love for Serra, he fell in love with this woman.

"I'm sorry, but I said at length," Flanda said with some embarrassment.

"Makes you laugh."

"Not really!" Flynn subconsciously said loudly, and he turned his head to Flanda excitedly: "Nothing! ”

His movement caused the car to twist again, causing another 'thump' sound.

"Ah, that, I mean," he sensed that he was a little too excited at the look of surprise on Flanda's face, "I mean。。。。。。 ”

He racked his brains and thought for a while, and sorted out the language: "It's really a great ideal! ”

"If you don't dislike it, please let me help you too!"

"I don't know what I can do。。。。。。。 Flynn seemed to have an idea: "By the way, I'm a doctor, maybe I can go to see them, open a voluntary clinic or something." ”

“。。。。。。” Flanda gave Flynn a gentle glance at Flynn, whose face was flushed.

"It's hard, huh?"

"It's okay, I'm not afraid!" Flynn smiled embarrassedly: "I dare to do such a thing as assassinating the prime minister, am I still afraid of hardship?" ”

If it's with you.

"Well, well, we've made an appointment," Flanda laughed suddenly, her white teeth shining in the sun, "If we all survive this time, you can do my sister a favor!" ”

She rubbed Flynn's hair vigorously.

The entrance to the designated sewer had been seen ahead, but Flynn had also noticed that two soldiers in Union uniforms were standing at the entrance.

What's going on? Exposed?

Flynn couldn't help but tense, his body stiffened, especially as the two Federation soldiers beckoned them to stop.

It's okay. Flanda didn't speak, just grabbed his wrist with her hand.

The unthinkable happened, and Flynn suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, and he took a deep breath, and his body gradually relaxed.

He looked at the two Union soldiers, one of whom looked like a lieutenant, not younger, with a somewhat gray beard, and the other a tall African-American, whose uniforms marked that they were soldiers of the Union Army Garrison.

The car slowly stopped, and Flynn felt the weight of the pistol in his chest.

I'll 。。。。。。 when I have to. He made up his mind not to be bothered by superficial, murderous or non-murderous philosophical questions.

All he had left on his mind was to complete this assassination, steer humanity on the right track, and 。。。。。。。

And then the desire to work hard for others with Flanda.

It's okay, we're all going to survive, Flynn was convinced.

And then to a glorious future.

This is by no means a wish to be realized.

It's about making it happen.