Martin succumbed, under the gunfire of the Warriors and Zagu. To this end, he obeyed Yelena's orders, transferred the ten MSs back, and pretended to be normal, so that they were released from their guard and became prisoners of the Federation.

The number of prisoners was greater than the number of Union soldiers present, but after getting off the MS, none of them dared to act rashly under the guns of the warriors and Zagu.

They are not Zealics, and the so-called acceptance of Jean's remnants is only an observance of old duty. After all, SIDE3's homeland had no intention of summoning them back, and the Federation Army, which had become the victors, did not send them any surrender notices. They are forgotten, instinctively obeying those who have previously ordered them.

And Yuan Hao, who planned the Axis crusade, seemed to have forgotten their predicament, and directly regarded them as Jean's remnants, and finally had this attack.

However, with Martin's surrender, Axis's garrison, although a little unhappy, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Thirty minutes later, most of the Federal Task Force 18 sailed into the port area of Axis and began to take control of various departments of Axis.

At this time, Yuan Hao drove the warrior and took Martin, the former commander of the garrison of Axis, to the direction where the garrison fleet disappeared on the red Pegasus, that is, where another Zanzibar-class mobile cruiser and Salamis-class cruiser performed.

It's a chaotic area, and it's a good place for guerrilla warfare.

In fact, Zanzibar and Salamis-class performances are playing out in this region full of asteroids. Of course, the two sides sailed in opposite directions, chasing and fleeing each other, but from time to time tearing through the dark beams of the universe and bursting fireballs one after another, as well as the communications that proved that the resistance was continuing, while explaining their position, they were always like a hanging carrot seducing Farral's advance.

"Why did you run over there again? Can't they just hold on where they are?" Faral muttered discontentedly as his eyes widened on the bridge of a Mtse cruiser.

He sent out the fleet the moment the other party sent out the distress signal, but by now, more than half an hour had passed, and he still hadn't joined up with his rescue target and defeated the enemy who had been chasing them.

"What a trouble!" he grumbled irritably, and could only give the order again: "The fleet rises 15 degrees and turns in the direction of 9 o'clock!"

Farlar is a man who is very conscientious and strives for perfection. In his opinion, since he had come out, he had to defeat the enemy who dared to visit, and bring back his compatriots with all their beards and tails.

In short, he is a little too responsible.

The pursuit continued, and the pursuit of the battlefield did not stop, but as time passed, Farrar gradually approached the battlefield where the two sides exchanged fire, relying on his familiarity with the terrain in this area.

However, at this moment, an order suddenly came from the direction of Axis. Although this command is somewhat unclear due to the interference of the Minovsky particles, the general meaning can still be discerned after hard work:

"Major Farlar, the Duchy of Jean has been defeated, and the Earth Federation has sent a receiving force to Axis. Major Martin has surrendered, and the members of the fleet are requested to obey the armistice order and surrender to the nearest Federation warship. ”

"What? Axis has been taken by the Federation?" everyone in the fleet was shocked, including Falar.

"How is this possible?" some people thought it was a joke.

But Farrar doesn't think so.

The other party dares to send a notice of persuasion, how can it be a lie?

"Do you want to surrender, then?" asked Farrar softly.

The question is for himself, and for everyone in the bridge.

"Surrender...... Is that okay?" someone asked rhetorically, so quietly and cautiously.

He was the first to say so, and all eyes were on him.

In the face of so many sudden lights, he was even a little scared, and involuntarily shrank his head.

"Why not? Our home is in Axis, Axis has been taken, where are we going? Return to Earth? We don't have propulsion for long distances. Farrar smiled wryly.

"Then we can rendezvous with Mr. Harman...... It stands to reason that they are almost there. "Surrendering the Union is not something that everyone wants, so there are people who make such an argument.

"Rendezvous with them, and then counterattack Axis? How much more power do you think Mr. Haman can have from afar? Farrar pondered the situation in front of him. The more he thought about it, the more he thought that all he could do was surrender.

Having made up his mind, Farrar stood up.

"Pass my orders!" he waved and shouted, "The whole army is ready to ......"

He was about to give the order for everyone to surrender when the bridge door opened.

"Your Excellency, are you going to surrender?" A proud young man of about 25 or 6 years old floated in, followed by a group of Jean soldiers in standard uniforms.

"Marcas, we don't have any ability to go forward. We came out according to the wartime configuration, and the supplies were definitely not more than a week...... If we don't surrender, and we can't take Axis in a short time, all of us will starve to death. "Farrar is also telling the truth.

This is the most important and objective dilemma facing everyone.

"Just because of this, you want to tarnish the glory of the great Jean?" the haughty young man named Marcus said with a faint mockery on his lips.

"This is a problem?" said Farrar with a wry smile again—how could a question of life and death be such a small question?

However, he knew that he and Marcas could not make sense in this matter. Because Marcus was a fanatical Jean, he made his highest appeal to the glory of Jean and his support for the Zabi family.

To put it simply, he was a man who was exactly the same as the fanatics of the old days, a madman.

"What do you want?" Farrar asked rhetorically.

Marcus smiled faintly, took a gun from his pocket and slapped it on Falar's head without saying a word.

"Smack!" a gunshot rang out, blood splattered everywhere!

The red, white liquid floating in the air illustrates the passage of life.

"Haha! Whoever wants to betray Jean's glory can only die!" Marcus said with a maniacing laugh, and then he ordered loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, Farar has been punished on the spot because of his betrayal. Jean's glory cannot be discredited, and for the revival of the great Jean, we must persevere to the end. Now, as a special lieutenant in the Commander-in-Chief, I have taken over the command of the garrison fleet. Please join me in the fight. ”

There was no fanatical response, no loud shouting, and the crowd was silent as death at Marcus's proclamation, and then turned numbly and obeyed his orders.

This was not a sign of approval of Marcus, but a surrender that had to be made under the instructions of the soldiers behind him.

Under the threat of dark machine guns, they could only do so.

It was a mutiny, and it was a success.

The battleship set sail and accelerated to its destination.

This time, the battle flash that broke out on the opposite side did not move away again, but stayed there, quietly waiting for the arrival of his side.

Soon, Marcus led the fleet to the corresponding area, and what awaited him was not the fierce exchange of fire between Zanzibar and Salamis, but the calm formation of two warships and all the guns facing him.

"This ...... How so?" Marcas' eyes widened. The news from Axis did not remind him that Zanzibar was actually an enemy, so he rushed over, expecting to be able to join his allies, but did not want such a situation to occur.

Now the situation is obvious, the Zanzibar cruiser that came as a friendly force is basically in league with the Federation's Salamis. This would explain why Axis had fallen so quickly.

"I've been deceived!" Marcas gritted his teeth.

This basin of cold water was poured on his heart coldly, making the bad feeling in his heart suddenly become much thicker.

However, he still did not think about retreating, to surrender.

Despite the danger, he still wanted to fight. Even if he is now alone.

"It's a big deal, just die like this! Marcus said resentfully.

He quickly gave the order: "When the enemy ships come into range of the main guns, concentrate their fire on Zanzibar...... After the first round of artillery has passed, the dam missile is fired, then the MS is ejected, and the second round of artillery fire is carried out!"

"Understood!" Anyway, they had already followed Marcus here, and Jean's soldiers had no choice but to break the jar and give up their lives.

They don't retreat now.

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed.

Each chose the bow of the ship against the enemy's array.

Although this was a slight disadvantage for Salamis, both Zanzibar and Msekin seemed to have placed the main guns at the front of the battleship from the beginning of the design.

The result of the front of the main gun makes the bow of the ship the best choice for the enemy. The bow of the ship against the enemy means that the reserve area of the battleship can be reduced to a low point - a fairly good design.

Three minutes later, the two sides came into range of each other's main guns.

Mrse fired first. The yellow MEGA particle beam cut through the pitch-black space and ran to the opposite area.

One Misai can shoot six beams, while three Mulses can shoot eighteen streams of particles in an instant.

Although the eighteen beams are actually fired in a salvo of three groups with an interval of a fraction of a second between each other due to the limitations of the motor itself, such an interval is indistinguishable to the human eye and looks as if they are firing at the same time - this is indeed a salvo.

After computer calculations, eighteen beams of light were neatly blasted towards the area where the opposite battleship was located.

However, despite the best calculations, due to the distance between each other and the influence of the Minovsky particles, this round of salvo still failed.

The yellow beam of light slid past the side of the battleship, and although it seemed a little less than a little on Marcas's side, this round of volleys did not even touch the opponent's hair.

"What a pity!" Marcus shook his head helplessly.

That being said, he was not surprised by such a result.

In this era of mobile suits, long-range artillery accuracy is the norm, and trying to get your guns to hit an enemy ship in the first round is no more realistic than hoping for a lucky prize.

"Go ahead with the plan!" is what Marcas stressed after the first round of shelling failed.

The battleship began to look forward and rise!

And in the process, eleven red beams of light swept past the side of the Marcus fleet - it was clear that the other side was not a stupid target, but a tiger that would also hurt people.

"Damm Missile Shooting...... After the shot, the MS fired ......" Marcas said as he drifted off the bridge.

"Lieutenant, what are you going to do?" asked a non-commissioned officer as he watched Marcas's movements.

"What else?" Marcus shook his head with a cold face: "As a pilot, I also want to attack!"

"Ah...... But here?" the non-commissioned officer was surprised.

"What are you afraid of? Both sides are fighting! Can you still surrender?" Marcus shouted loudly, and he made the situation very clear.

"This ...... Ah, too!" the man on the bridge bowed his head, and he didn't know in his heart that he had scolded Marcas hundreds of times.

But Marcas didn't care.

He, who always thinks that he is fighting for Jean, cares what others think.

Soon, the MS ejected out.

In order to achieve the final victory, Marcus sent all the power in his hands.

The jets of light of the nine Zagu shone in the darkness. They leapt forward, trying to pounce on the enemy's ships.

But they didn't succeed in the end.

Because they were intercepted halfway by the MS of the Federal Army, three Zagu from Zanzibar and thirty Jims from a partial division of the 18th Task Force.

They mixed together and launched a fierce assault on Marcas.

Marcas tried his best to resist, and in the face of the attack of the Federation Army, he could no longer care about the situation on the side of the Princes, and he led the team west into the depths of the asteroid field, trying to use the large and small asteroids to fight guerrilla warfare with the MS of the Union Army.

Although the pilots who can enter the 18th Task Force are all elites with a corresponding number of downs in the Federation Army, they can fight in such an unfamiliar geographical environment, and their own level is still limited by half. After some chase, the Federation's MS was shot down a few more. A brilliant fireball exploded among the stars of the universe.

"Be careful! These guys are amazing...... They're all veterans!" After suffering a loss, the pilots of the Federal Army suddenly became cautious. They no longer rush forward, but seriously entangle with Marcas and others.

The battle between the two sides has now entered a phase of a kind of tug-of-war.