Gundam, but from the Ground Alliance to the Human Alliance to the out-of-control servitor

That was the beginning of the Universal Era.

"Can you imagine? When my father, your grandfather, was young, even if a human country could successfully send an astronaut into Earth orbit, it would be a huge achievement worthy of bragging internationally."

He still remembers his father telling him, "Who could have imagined that today, less than 100 years later, billions of humans will already be living and working in space? It's incredible!"

At that time, Albert only felt that everything was taken for granted. After all, when he was born, Side 2 was already a completed colony with complete functions in all aspects——

What are they called the Three Laws? 'Any technology that existed when I was born is part of the ordinary order of the world.'

Thinking about it now, Major Albert couldn't help but shake his head. In those 50 years of rapid development, there were no large-scale wars or arms races. All mankind worked together to promote the development of aerospace technology and the construction of space colonies. For tens of thousands of years, mankind The history of civilization is only those 50 years.

"It took us humans 100 years to go from launching the first artificial satellite into orbit to starting construction of the first space colony satellite," Albert recalled his father at that time, pointing with infinite pride and confidence. The vast expanse of space:

"In another 100 years, maybe we will be able to go out of the solar system and become a cosmic civilization that spans star systems."

"Oh, what about conquering the universe? Shit, humans haven't left the Earth's circle yet and the war has started again." Major Albert shook his head and fumbled on the small table beside the bed, "Have you... not all drank? ?”

He remembered that his father had passed away in 0077. He had been sad for a long time at that time, but now that he thought about it, this was a lucky thing. His father had lived in a peaceful and peaceful world for mankind all his life. In the golden age of prosperity.

Major Albert's hand swept randomly across the counter, knocking over several empty wine bottles, making a clanging sound.

He can't be said to like drinking. It has nothing to do with health or not. He simply doesn't like the taste of alcohol. He prefers sweet drinks.

But this is very unmanly, especially when he was still in the military academy. If he was still holding a cup of bubble milk tea and sucking it, he would be designated as the target of bullying in the gang of big boys who advocate violence and lust. , so he learned to drink.

In fact, if a capable person doesn't do these things just to be with others, others will definitely take the initiative to make friends with him. However, although Major Albert considers himself diligent, he is far from being able to do that. level, so he must be gregarious.

'So... when did I decide to quit drinking again? 'Major Albert got up from the bed, wandered to the refrigerator in his officer's apartment, and reached for the handle of the refrigerator door.

There was a photo of a family of three on the refrigerator, a boy, a girl, and a little girl. Major Albert squinted his eyes, but the double images that kept shaking in his eyes made it impossible for him to see clearly the three people in the photo. Personal face.

'Oh, yes, it was my wife who advised me not to drink in the future,' Major Albert thought. 'When was that time?He was made drunk by his former classmates in the officers' club in Side 2. '

Back home, this woman talked to him lying on the sofa for more than an hour, talking about topics that he was not interested in, such as alcohol being harmful to health, liver cancer, etc.

Just kidding, when he graduated that year, the instructor of his class, Lieutenant Colonel Paolo, drank down more than 30 people in his class by himself, and he is still not in good health.

But he was not impatient, and just listened quietly; she said, he listened, someone cared about him and was willing to spend time teaching him this way, which made Albert very happy;

During this period, he noticed that his daughter's door had opened a crack at some point. He waved his hand there and said, "It's okay. It doesn't affect my feelings. Go to bed."

After that, he decided to quit drinking. After all, he didn't like drinking in the first place.

Major Albert opened the refrigerator door and found it was empty. This was natural. The last time he added anything to the refrigerator was before he went on a trial voyage with the Marco Polo.

Looking around at the empty refrigerator and the dark and lonely room, Major Albert suddenly slapped himself and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Why am I the only one who survived as a soldier..."

When the Principality of Zeon attacked Side 2, it immediately destroyed the port of Iphes Island, and then carried out insulating reinforcement work on the outer walls of the colonial satellite, blocking any possible escape exits for the residents inside. And then?

Zeon pushed Iphes Island, which had been transformed into a large sealed gas canister, to the earth. Therefore, of the tens of millions of residents on Iphes Island at the time, no one survived.

At that time, due to the cancellation of his vacation, he escaped on the Luna 2. Later, as a crew member on the Marco Polo, he followed the Federal Fleet back to Side 2. After a tragic battle, , the Marco Polo also reached the point of abandoning the ship, but he survived in the end.

Covering his face, Major Albert slowly fell to his knees, "I didn't protect anything..."

"Ding dong - ding dong -" The doorbell rang one after another, interrupting Albert's endless self-pity.

"Captain Albert, this is Santiago reporting to you. You have been appointed as the commander of this ship. Hurry up and open the door!"

Chapter 47: Jedi Counterattack (3)

The slightly coquettish girl's voice coming from outside the door made Major Albert stunned for a moment.

'Santiago, who is it?Isn't this a place name? '

"Ding dong ding dong," seeing no response, the doorbell rang more frequently.

Even though he was hungover, Major Albert's vigilance as a soldier still made him sober. He half-squinted his eyes through the peephole on the door and looked at the corridor outside the door——

He could only see the top of his head covered by red hair. "This seems to be similar to... Miss Marco Polo, but Marco Polo doesn't seem to be that short." Major Albert hesitated.

"Cynthia, Cynthia?"

No one responded. Major Albert slapped his forehead as if he remembered something.

"Cynthia, unmute and turn on the voice command receiver in the house."

"Major, if you don't say anything I'm going to call the emergency department to break down the door and make sure you don't die suddenly due to excessive drinking."

As Cynthia's reproachful yet gentle voice sounded, the lights in the entire apartment turned on in a soft tone, and the air conditioner was turned back on, using ventilation mode to refresh the turbid air in the house.

"You don't need to worry, Major," Cynthia felt the noise coming from Albert's house. It was obviously inappropriate to install a camera in a private space. She could only guess the current state of the owner of this house based on the noise.

'I didn't expect that we are still acquaintances,' Cynthia, who was gradually taking control of the entire administrative affairs on Luna 2, thought. The office officers who were originally responsible for these tasks were transferred to the front line due to the massive attrition of the combat troops; (Note 1)

After all, although these people may not have spent a day in the grassroots army, at least they were taught by several years of formal training at the Federal Space Military Academy.

You know, at this time, the latest emergency supplementary training plan for Federal Space Force officers only lasts for half a year.

Major Albert, the former gunnery officer on board the Marco Polo, came from Side 2 Hart. During the expansion of the Federal Space Force in the early 70s, he was recommended by the Side 2 Self-Defense Force to enroll in the Federal Military Academy - a school that absorbed colonial elites into the Federal Army. The policy was originally promoted by General Rebier.

"The application you submitted to the command to participate in the raid on Muzo was approved by Lieutenant General Cunningham. Major, outside the door is Santiago, your new ship."

'How to describe it...' Cynthia is a little embarrassed. Although she has confirmed that she has the property of being able to be copied and installed on any computer without loss, and each 'body' can still carry out limited super-transactions in some unknown way regardless of the interference of rice particles. Information is shared at the speed of light, but the quality of her body still restricts the performance of her abilities.

Whether compared with the supercomputer array at the Luna 2 base where Cynthia lives, or with Marco Polo, which was determined to be an autonomous battleship from the time of design, the hardware foundation of Santiago, which is undergoing temporary transformation, is somewhat poor and difficult to perform. The full potential of the Ogas system.

To put it more simply, Santiago’s kid is a bit out of his mind.

"Oh, that's it," Albert didn't express much novelty. The officers attached to the Marco Polo and the researchers who participated in the Ogas system test can be said to be the ones on Luna 2 who have adapted to Cynthia's presence the fastest. Approved people.

Major Albert finally opened the door. Outside, the girl with a red twintail hairstyle was wearing a federal military uniform that was somewhat ill-fitting. The hem of her uniform top barely covered the upper edge of her thighs, and she wore black suspenders above her knees. Together they squeeze out a touch of white and greasy absolute territory.

The sleeve of the girl's right arm was rolled up, and she still maintained the raised posture of ringing the doorbell. It seemed that she did not expect Major Albert to suddenly open the door, and she froze there for a moment.

The next second, Santiago withdrew his hand as if nothing happened.

"Ahem, I am the special attack Salamis-class cruiser, Santiago~, commander...Hey, are you okay——"

[Dad, are you okay?Drink less in the future...] The memory fragments from the past overlapped with the figure of the girl standing in the corridor in Major Albert's eyes.

'What was I thinking, she's dead! 'Major Albert held onto the door frame, covering his forehead, suppressing the throbbing pain in his skull.

[——Dad, I heard that drinking milk can help relieve hangover symptoms.] However, the memories of the past with his family, bit by bit, seemed to refuse to believe the reality, running through Major Albert's mind completely uncontrollably. .

"Commander?" Santiago looked anxiously at Major Albert, who suddenly felt pain for some reason.

'What's going on? Are you too hard hit by the fragmentation of your homeland? 'Although Cynthia, who is paying attention to the development of the situation, can sense Albert's sadness and even self-abasement at this time, she still cannot fully understand his current state;

At this time, a considerable proportion of the officers and soldiers in the Federal Space Force are from the space colonies. After all, they have lived in the space since childhood and are more adapted to life in space than the people who are bound by gravity on the earth. They are also more familiar with the space. Work on spacecraft and various space facilities.

Of course, after Side 1,2,4, [-], and [-] were completely destroyed by Zeon, these officers and soldiers who could be said to be in exile became the most determined counterattack fighters in the Federation Space Force. Only those who crashed into the Earth in the Zeon colony Earthlings who have lost family members in action can be compared to this.

But to be honest, Major Albert's performance after surviving the Hart Battle - referring to locking himself in a room and drinking alcohol, made Cynthia very suspicious of why Major Albert was selected to carry out the San Diego special attack operation. Captain.

"Major Albert, I'm sorry, but this is a military order that I need to convey." The purple-haired girl wearing glasses also appeared in front of Albert's room. "Please come to Lieutenant General Cunningham's office in an hour." Report to the office and await further instructions.”

Looking at Major Albert's dirty look, Cynthia sighed,

"I suggest you use this time to take a shower and deal with your personal image issues. If you feel that you are unable to participate in the action in your current state, it is still too late to withdraw."

Cynthia's words were like a bucket of cold water that extinguished the distracting thoughts that were constantly entangled in Albert's heart and brought him back to the cold and cruel reality.

"Give me a quarter of an hour, I'm in good shape."

"Commander, Santiago will also be waiting in the office..." Before the girl could finish her words, Major Albert's door banged.

Cynthia looked at the image of her other self with some suspicion. Well, a very energetic red-haired girl with twin tails, there's no reason why she shouldn't be lovable, right?

Chapter 48: Jedi Counterattack (4)

January 22, 0079.1.22, UC [-], Antarctic city.

"Sorry, we really can't accept this treaty! Is your appetite a little too exaggerated?

The Federal Foreign Minister, who secretly met with representatives of the Principality of Zeon on the Antarctic continent to discuss the possibility of peace talks, wiped cold sweat while slowly pushing the treaty in front of him back to the other side of the negotiation table.

"Mr. Foreign Minister, there is an old saying among humans that situations are stronger than people."

Sitting calmly across the negotiation table, the blue-purple curly-haired Lieutenant General of the Principality of Zeon carelessly played with the antique vase in his hand, completely ignoring the questions raised by the Federation diplomat.

"You have to think carefully, as long as I don't get the results you want here, once the next colonial satellite is pushed, it will be too late for you to regret it - we don't have the ability to drag it back to its original position."

The Lieutenant General of the Zeon Assault Mobile Force, named MQuve, used his peripheral vision to look at the half livid, half red face of the Federation representative sitting opposite. He happily raised the vase in his hand high and admired the lights in the conference room. The glaze on the bottle.

"But this clause..." The humiliating clauses flashed through the mind of the Federal Foreign Minister one by one:

-Disband the Federal Space Force;

-Transfer the Federation Space Force's Luna 2 base and its nuclear weapons arsenal to the Principality of Zeon;

-Approved the independence of Side 5 Loum and Side 6 Riah. These two colonial groups will be 'referendum' under the supervision of the Principality of Zeon to become part of the Principality of Zeon;

-Allow the Principality of Zeon to station troops on the surface of the earth and transfer the mining rights to the following mineral resources as shown in the appendix;

...

This is not a peace negotiation, but a persuasion to surrender. This is simply an unconditional surrender clause!

'How could I possibly sign such a treaty...' The Federation Foreign Minister insulted Zeon's greed and lack of sincerity in his heart. How could he even give the Earth Federation a little face?He recalled the negotiating bottom line given to him by the federal prime minister.

"The independence that Side 3 wants, hey, they have always been a de facto independent country. Our federation has not said what to do with them... If we had known that they were so ruthless, we would have recognized them, how could we kill so many people at once? One billion people, what do they want from Zeon?

"Other space colonies, oh, there are only 6 colonial satellite groups in total and Zeon destroyed three of them directly. Why bother? Side 6 has been flirting with them a long time ago, and the wastes of the Side 5 space army will definitely not be able to save it. At least it retains the title of an independent country in name, and whether the remaining Zeon supports puppets or something else is a problem among the people in their universe."

"Federal Space Force? How much budget has been spent? We have a fleet parade every year. I didn't expect it to be a silver pewter gun tip that is useless. If you have achieved that kind of virtue in war, let's keep the current scale. Our federation will no longer expand. .”

Well, the bottom line of the federal government has been very humiliating and humiliating the country. The Foreign Secretary wiped his sweat again and forced out an apology smile:

"General Macbey, these terms are really serious. I can't make decisions alone. I have to ask my superiors for instructions before I can make a decision."

Macbey squinted at the federal idiot in a suit in front of him, "Sir, I just think I'm here for a vacation on Earth. I'm not in a hurry, but you'd better hold on tight and think carefully about what qualifications your federal government has. bargain."

As he spoke, Lieutenant General Macbeth put down the vase in his hand, raised his right arm, and pointed at the ceiling.

"Even I don't know when the next colonial satellite will fall. By then," Macbey knocked on the table, "peace will have another price."

The secret meeting broke up unhappily. Seeing the representatives of the Federation staggering out of the room, Lieutenant General Macbey slowly led Zeon's secret mission back to the villa temporarily rented by the Principality of Zeon.

"General, another batch of purchased antiques has arrived by express delivery. Can you give me a look?" As soon as he returned to the villa, Macbey heard the good news about his little hobby brought by his accompanying subordinates.

"Show me."

The Zeon envoys, who were already self-proclaimed victors, had no psychological pressure at the negotiating table at this time. They were all focused on enjoying life and purchasing earth's local products - from the antiques that Lieutenant General Macbey loved, To all kinds of wine, cigarettes, jewelry and other luxury goods.

These are good things that even the upper class cannot enjoy in the over-populated and resource-constrained Principality of Zeon.

"Oh, look at this seal. It was collected by some ancient Chinese emperor, right?" Major General Mark Bay rubbed the porcelain pot in his hand, "Where did you buy it?"

"This is indeed you. You can tell at a glance that none of us recognize the symbols on it. This is exactly what we bought in East Asia."

"Oh, which city? Don't try to fool me. I know the earth's culture very well."

"Ah, I really can't hide it from you at all. I bought this in a place called Panjiayuan in Youzhou. There are all locals there who are exchanging and collecting. As outsiders, we have to pay a high price to get in. Bought."

Major General Markbey of Youzhou knew about it, but as for 'Panjiayuan', Markbey searched in his mind for a place he had never heard of;

However, he is already known as the "Earth Master" in the Principality of Zeon because he can clearly remember the major cities on the surface of the earth. This is still too detailed when it comes to a certain market in the city.

'Hmm,' Macbeth once again looked at the pot in his hand carefully, 'it doesn't look fake. '

"Put this away properly, and I will present it to Lady Kycilia when I get back!"

On the other side, the location of the federal delegation was gloomy and gloomy.

"Prime Minister, Zeon is... This is simply going to eat us up. Prime Minister, I don't dare to sign this treaty~" The federal foreign minister, who was over fifty years old, was crying at the end of his words——

When did the diplomats of their federal central government suffer such humiliation when facing the governments of the confederate countries and colonial countries in the past?

"Don't worry, are you sure Zeon and the others aren't asking for high prices?" On the other side of the communication screen, the current Prime Minister of the Federation was also making a last-ditch effort to save his political career.

From the impassioned announcement at the beginning of the war that he would eliminate the anti-human gangsters in Zabi, to now, less than a month later, he is secretly discussing peace talks with the Principality of Zeon. The federal prime minister has been living an extraordinary life since he fell to the ground on Ifes Island. Not embarrassed.

"No, the Principality of Zeon is trying to kill us, Prime Minister. If we sign this clause, we don't know where a psychotic gunman will appear. They really dare to talk about disbanding the Space Army."

Chapter 49: Jedi Counterattack (End)

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious first and think of a way to hold them back."