Christian Chronicles (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter Two: Operation Upper Britain.

When Yoko arrived at the bridge, she was informed that Captain Kirsten had left the command room and returned to his cabin.

Therefore, she went to the captain's quarters instead. Upon knocking and entering, she saw a worried-looking Kirsten working at his desk. He seemed completely oblivious to the soldiers' euphoria over the victory.

"Captain, I have a complaint against Ensign Jacobson," Yoko said bluntly.

"Hmm! Is it about the female prisoner?" the captain interjected. It seemed he already knew the situation before Yoko's report.

"It seems someone has already reported this to you. I just heard it from my subordinates. His actions completely violated the proper prisoner handling procedures. It can only be described as sexual abuse," Yoko said indignantly.

"That's true. I'll talk to him. But I can't punish someone who has contributed to the war effort for the sake of a prisoner's human rights!" the exasperated captain replied.

Prisoners are people too! Especially women, Yoko thought inwardly, deeply indignant at the abuse and mistreatment of women. But...

"Even so, his actions are a serious violation of regulations," Yoko insisted.

"I'll reprimand him. Then..." At this point, the captain had made it clear that he would not severely punish Jacobson.

At this point, the captain opened the communication channel. On the screen appeared Lisna Bert, completely naked and curled up in her cell.

"Is this Miss Lisna Bert?" the captain asked.

"Yes," Lisna replied in a low voice, slightly fearful, into the communicator.

"I am Captain Kirsten Karp of this ship. My men's behavior just now was extremely rude. Please allow me to apologize on their behalf," the captain said sincerely. "

Oh! Yes," Lisna replied casually, genuinely puzzled by the captain's apology. Logically, the enemy shouldn't be doing this.

"An apology alone isn't enough. As compensation, I'd like to grant you freedom of movement within the living quarters area, allowing you to remain in your cell and not be confined to the prisoner-of-war camp. Once the war ends, or if there's another opportunity for prisoner exchange, I'll prioritize you. Is that alright?" the captain said.

"Really?" Lisna, almost incredulous at such preferential treatment, asked expectantly.

"Of course. But please be mindful of your prisoner status and absolutely refrain from espionage or internal sabotage. The consequences will be severe," the captain said authoritatively.

"Hmm! No problem," Lisna replied sincerely, delighted.

"Lieutenant Sanada, may I entrust the care of this prisoner to you?" the captain asked expectantly.

Yoko couldn't help but think of the captain's plan; this was essentially to keep Risna on board as an unidentified person. The captain wanted to prevent the sexual abuse from leaking out and to prevent Risna from filing a complaint!

"Yes," Yoko replied after considering for a moment.

If there was any responsibility, it was mainly the captain's responsibility. Although this was mainly because the captain wanted to avoid being complained about, providing the victimized woman with better treatment was enough.

"This matter is now closed. Next, I have something to tell you. Please be careful not to leak it," the captain said in a very serious tone.

"Yes, sir," Yoko responded in a loud voice.

"I received reports from some of the mobile units involved in the battle, along with information from other captains' lateral communications and data gathered by our own reconnaissance. Our forces destroyed nearly half of the outer walls of the colony satellites during the operation, and no rescue was sent until our withdrawal. Moreover, there are reports of our forces injecting nerve gas into the undamaged colony satellites. Therefore, it can be concluded that the majority of the one billion inhabitants of Sector One have been killed by our forces."

As he said this, even the captain's voice became incredibly heavy and tense.

"This... they killed all the inhabitants of the colony satellites?" Upon hearing this news, Yoko felt as if her thinking had stopped, her mind going completely blank.

After a moment of silence, Yoko let out a low breath and asked, "So...so our army has carried out the largest massacre in human history, and the entire population of the First District has been killed."

Yoko looked incredulous.

The captain didn't answer, but his expression told her it was all too clear.

"How could this be?" This was simply too unacceptable. "

Regardless, there will likely be an official announcement later. Otherwise, news will surely come from the Federation or the media. Until then, if anyone already knows this, please ask them to remain silent. This fact is already shocking enough; I don't want too many people to know, and I don't want any more rumors to spread." The captain said, seemingly exhausted.

"I understand," Yoko replied simply. Even though she herself couldn't easily accept this news, she needed time to process her emotions.

"Farewell," Yoko said, leaving the captain's cabin.

Back in the hangar, she meticulously inspected and prepared the undamaged Zaku. She worked for several hours straight, focusing solely on her work until the end of her shift, refusing to think of anything else.

After finishing her work, she found a seat in the mess hall to gather her thoughts. She had forgotten the captain's instructions regarding the prisoners and Christian's request for her attention.

This large-scale massacre was clearly an inhuman, heinous crime, and no explanation could absolve her of responsibility. Moreover, she was also a perpetrator. What was her position, and what should she do?

After thinking for what seemed like an eternity, Yoko could only helplessly accept the fact that she couldn't change the fact that she had committed this crime. However, as a soldier, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt.

With this unease, Yoko returned to her room.

When she reached the door, she saw Christian floating in front of it.

For a moment, Yoko felt slightly annoyed; he was drawing too much attention.

But then she remembered that Christian had said he would look for her, something she had completely forgotten.

"I'm sorry. I'm not in a good mood today because of work. So…" Yoko said apologetically.

"Miss Yoko!" Seeing Yoko return, Christian stood up happily.

Before Yoko could resist, Christian had already pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips.

He held her tightly, his tongue passionately invading her mouth. Yoko tried to push him away

, but her resisting hands eventually fell limply to her sides.

After a long kiss, Christian finally released her.

"Someone will see!" Yoko said, her face flushed and her voice tinged with reproach.

"Can I hug you, Yoko?" Christian asked.

As he spoke these sincere words, Christian was caught between intense desire and disappointment, his face and eyes filled with melancholy and despair.

"Do you want me to comfort you?" Yoko asked.

"Yes! I really need Miss Yoko," Christian nodded firmly.

"Hehe! Anyway, let's go to my room first!" Yoko smiled slightly and pressed the keypad lock on her room.

Christian then picked her up and carried her into the room. The moment the door closed, he released her and began undressing Yoko.

"No need to rush!" Yoko said to the desperately eager Christian.

"No!" Christian almost violently undressed Yoko.

Yoko didn't like this proactive and forced sex. But under Christian's intense lust, she could see the disappointment, pessimism, and sadness in him.

Yoko's hand touched the boy's face; he needed her. He craved her.

She couldn't bring herself to resist, so she became the object of his release and comfort.

Finally, Yoko was completely naked, and Christian unzipped his pants, intending to penetrate her.

"Wait!" Yoko quickly said.

"Whatever your feelings or worries, I, Yoko-neechan, have always insisted that sex is a shared pursuit of pleasure between men and women, not just a matter of releasing sexual desire. Please consider my feelings as well." Trying to penetrate without even caressing is going too far.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Waaah...Waaah..." Christian apologized hastily, then couldn't control himself and kept crying, his body convulsing.

"Waaah...Waaah..." Christian cried out! But the lesson of men shedding blood but not tears forced him to hold back.

"Just cry it out naturally! If there's anything you don't want to say, just say it. I'll listen carefully," Yoko comforted him with a touch of heartache.

"I...I...Waaah...Waaah..." Christian let his tears stream down his face, letting them drift into the air, while holding Yoko close to the bed as much as possible.

Yoko listened to his sorrowful cries. She wondered if Christian was crying because he had just killed someone on his first mission, or because he had learned about the Holocaust.

If he could just cry it out like this, he would feel much better. Yoko thought, but now, listening to the boy's cries, it was as if he was crying for her. It relieved Yoko's own bad mood!

"I'm so useless!" When Christian finally finished crying, he said in a tone of self-reproach and slight inferiority. A grown man, actually crying.

"How could that be!" Yoko said, leaning forward into Christian's arms to kiss his cheek.

"This society is so unfair. Women can cry all the time, but men, no matter how heartbroken, aren't allowed to cry, otherwise it's seen as a sign of weakness. You're just expressing your feelings! Is something on your mind?" Yoko asked sincerely.

Christian hugged the naked body in his arms even tighter, his expression grave.

"What our army injected into the colony satellites wasn't hypnotic gas, it was poison gas." After saying this, Christian's face became ashen.

"You know about the Holocaust." Yoko said, slightly surprised.

"You know too!" Christian said in astonishment.

"The captain just told me that," Yoko said gently.

"I... I've always believed we're righteous, that our duty is to protect our country. But now, we're no different from the Nazis. No! We're even more brutal than them. They only killed tens of millions. We just killed hundreds of millions!" Christian's words were filled with despair.

"Weren't we fighting for justice and for our country? What have we become?!" He was bewildered and confused, not knowing what to do.

"I'm different from them," Yoko said, hugging Christian back, her perfectly sized breasts pressed against his chest.

“Everyone has their own reasons for fighting. You’re not so much talking about us, but rather the military’s objectives. Why can the military be so cruel and slaughter so many people? It’s all for the country and justice you speak of! Because the Federation is evil, and we are just, so it doesn’t matter if we use brutal and despicable methods, just because we are just.” Yoko said with a slightly disgusted tone, her disgust not directed at Christian, but at justice and the military.

“Then are we wrong? What exactly is justice?” Christian retorted agitatedly.

"Self-defense has its own justice, and the federation has its own justice. Justice is nothing more than an excuse to make things easier for oneself! Besides, in human society, there is no third country besides self-defense and the federation, and not even an objective standard of justice," Yoko explained calmly.

"Instead of thinking about what our justice is, think about why you are fighting?" Yoko continued.

"For the sake of protecting my family and friends in my homeland from the threat of war, for my own survival. If you really can't think of any other reason, then please fight to protect this Barbenhausen!" Yoko broke free from Christian's embrace and placed his hand on her breast.

"Can you feel my heartbeat?" Yoko asked, her face slightly flushed.

Christian felt the warmth and softness of her pulse in his hand.

"Once the Papensen is sunk, all your friends on board will die, and my body will be blown to bits. I'll die too. If you can't find a reason to fight, then please fight to protect me, okay?" A comforting smile flashed across Yoko's face.

"Miss Yoko!" Christian pulled Yoko into a tight embrace, so tight that there was no space between them.

They did nothing more. They held each other silently, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat.

When they made another move, Yoko raised her head, and Christian lowered his head to kiss her red lips.

They passionately intertwined their tongues, teasing each other.

Christian's hands slid from Yoko's back to her hips and waist, resting on her soft, smooth skin.

Yoko withdrew her hands and began to undress Christian.

Oblivious to gravity, they floated up. Neither of them cared; their minds and bodies were completely focused on each other.

After a deep kiss, Christian kissed his way down Yoko's neck from her lips to her perfectly proportioned breasts. As for the color, it was flawless; at twenty-seven, Yoko Sanada's nipples were a cherry blossom color that surpassed even that of a seventeen-year-old.

Tempted by this vibrant color, Christian licked and kissed her breasts a few times before suckling at one nipple. His hands then crawled up her flat stomach and thighs.

"Ah...mmm..." Yoko let out a soft moan. Her hands had already removed all of Christian's clothes from his upper body.

"I love you so much." Yoko gently touched Christian's handsome face. She was certain he would become a better partner, more considerate of each other's feelings, when he left to find someone to be with.

"Miss Yoko...Yoko, I want you..." For Christian, he still didn't know what love was.

Although he understood sex, his feelings for Yoko were need and desire, not constant longing.

They kissed lightly while their hands were busy.

Christian's one hand caressed and kneaded Yoko's breasts, while his other hand lingered on her inner thighs and groin.

Yoko was also removing Christian's trousers.

After the two of them were completely naked, Christian turned Yoko over. He held Yoko's hands in his hands and licked her from the back of her neck down to her bare back, round buttocks, and then kissed her genitals from behind.

The already erect penis rubbed against Yoko's smooth inner thighs.

"Ugh...ah..." Yoko was completely powerless, with only her tongue and the penis lingering outside her peach blossom garden, neither striking nor penetrating. This

stop-and-go attack made Yoko unbearably itchy. Her body burned with desire, craving stronger sensual stimulation.

"Ah! Stop teasing me! Let go...ugh..." Yoko, caught in this predicament, twisted and struggled in protest.

"How about this!" Christian kicked against the wall, sending the two of them, who had been floating, floating against it.

Yoko was pressed against the wall.

Christian showed no sign of letting go, only focusing more intently on using his tongue behind her back.

Yoko turned her pretty face back, glaring at him with eyes that, though flushed with desire, held a hint of reproach. Craving more pleasure, she rubbed her breasts against the cold steel wall.

The wall, though cold and hard, provided a considerable amount of extra stimulation.

Finally, having kissed enough, Christian bit her firm, fleshy buttocks before releasing her.

"You're so naughty! When did you learn to be so bad?" Yoko turned to face him, clenching her fists and pounding Christian's chest. Her face wore an expression of anger and shame, her unfulfilled desire even more intense.

"I just learned that. Who told you to look at that 'wanting but not enough' expression so alluring? I wanted to look a little longer!" Christian said with a mischievous smile. This playful teasing also served to vent his pent-up frustrations.

"Here! I've been waiting for ages!" Yoko said, pointing to her genitals. Aside from the occasional touch of a penis, her genitals, which hadn't received proper caresses, were slightly swollen from engorgement. And they were completely wet. Small droplets of vaginal fluid floated in the air.

"Then I won't be polite!" Christian pulled Yoko closer. The two returned to the floor of the house, Christian using his feet to hook onto the table legs fixed to the floor for balance.

His penis still didn't penetrate. Instead, his hands touched her vulva.

"How well am I using the spinning technique that Yoko-neechan taught me? Please, Yoko-neechan, try it." Christian inserted several fingers into her vagina, while his other hand pinched her genitals. He lifted Yoko up and swung her around in circles.

"Ugh...you..." Christian's fingers inside Yoko never stopped moving, pinching, touching, pressing, squeezing, and digging, teasing her labia and the area near her vulva with various methods and techniques.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Finally receiving this real caress, Yoko moaned with pleasure.

After swung her around in circles for a while, Christian spun Yoko around, creating a circular revolution and her body's rotation. His fingers, moving around her genitals, touched almost every corner of the peach blossom garden.

"Ah...you've...you've improved a lot..." Yoko groaned in praise.

"Is...is that so!" Christian said, slightly out of breath. It wasn't because he was tired, but because Yoko had been using her hand to stroke his penis as she moved closer to his genitals.

They were both pretty much ready. Christian stopped turning Yoko around and pushed her onto his penis. His penis slid smoothly into her already soaked vulva.

"Ah..." Due to the force of the impact, a bunch of droplets of vaginal fluid floated up from her vulva. Yoko was mortified by the sight! But those droplets floating in the air were really beautiful.

"Got it!" Christian exerted force with both hands, spinning Yoko at full speed in one breath, inserting her horizontally onto Christian's body. Yoko, with her legs drawn up, instantly became a spinning top.

"Ahhh..." Yoko moaned softly from pleasure. The penis and her vagina were in complete contact, rubbing against each other, sending her to a small orgasm.

All the negative emotions and unhappiness from before were swept away at this moment. In their minds, there was only desire and the existence of each other.

While spinning, Christian pushed and pulled Yoko forward and backward, creating a piston effect, and occasionally squeezing hard in a certain direction to obtain greater pleasure.

"Hoo... Sister... I'm so happy... Yoko... I'm so happy..." The current of pleasure flowed through Yoko's body. She moaned sincerely.

"Ugh..." Christian could only utter this sound amidst his own pleasure.

The techniques taught by Yoko were more than ten times more pleasurable than masturbation. Not only could he enjoy 360-degree friction, but the contractions Yoko made during the thrusting were incredibly arousing!

"Ah..." Christian desperately increased his speed. Yoko's pleasure also surged, and more and more transparent spheres of her vaginal fluids scattered around them, enveloping them both.

"Ugh..." Yoko felt a surge of sensuality originating from her vulva, flowing through her body and rushing to her brain. Her whole body contracted, and she felt the torrent of orgasm about to erupt in her lower body.

"Ah..." Christian let out a soft cry, pulled by the intense contractions. The overwhelming pleasure from his penis made him lose all control.

Then Yoko reached her climax, her vaginal fluids gushing out, her uterus and vagina contracting more tightly and rapidly. Christian also ejaculated inside her.

"Ah...ahhh..." Yoko screamed, instinctively hugging Christian.

After everything calmed down, the two held each other quietly, letting themselves float in the air.

After a period of reassuring and comfortable calm, Yoko kissed Christian on the cheek.

"It's much better than the first time," Yoko said sweetly to herself. Whenever she reached this mutually satisfying climax with someone she loved, she had an urge to have their child. If it were her and Christian's child, the boy would be exceptionally handsome, and the girl even more stunningly beautiful. However, she would give up once she faced reality, because taking care of an infant is no easy task.

But right now, it was truly exhilarating, both physically and mentally.

"Really?" Christian said happily; right now, his mind was completely occupied except for Yoko.

"Would you like to stay tonight?" Yoko asked gently.

Christian nodded vigorously.

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January 4, 0079.

After completing morning exercises and taking a shower, Christian stepped into the mobile troops briefing room.

Hans and Jacobson were already there. Their expressions were serious, but their actions were anything but. They were using the Zaku and Federation fighter models they used for tactical drills to play ping-pong.

Because Jacobson was the commander, the tactical drills were anything but serious. They ate, read, and even sometimes watched porn.

"Are you here?" The two stopped playing when Christian entered.

"What news?!" Christian asked casually. Their usual routine was to watch the news, eat breakfast, and then officially begin work. However, once they started, they were very serious and never slacked off.

Jacobson took out his small computer, while Hans operated the tactical drill screen, playing news clips.

The fluorescent screen displayed segments about the start of the war, introductions of the military, and announcements of battle results by military spokespeople. The minicomputer showed the results of yesterday's battle, with images of Federation ships being sunk and aircraft destroyed one after another.

Normally, Christian would have been very interested in seeing this news, but considering the cost of yesterday's victory, he felt no joy or happiness.

"This is Federation news!" Jacobson said solemnly, switching channels with Hans.

These were reports from various media outlets in Sector 5, Sector 6, the lunar city, and Earth. Half of them were about the war the Federation had launched yesterday. The content still recounts the utter defeat of the Federation forces, but unlike the Self-Defense Forces, the commentary almost unanimously condemns their despicable and shameless actions, blatant disregard for the laws of engagement.

The other half focuses on the Self-Defense Forces' use of weapons, including tactical nuclear weapons, to damage the outer walls of colonies and to deploy nerve gas on intact colonies.

The attacked sectors included Sector 1, Sector 2, Sector 4, and Sector 5. Except for the attack on Sector 5, which was repelled by the Federation's Third Fleet under Admiral Reibell, nearly three billion people were killed in the other three sectors. The fleets and garrisons in these three sectors were also nearly annihilated.

What appeared on the screen was the same tragic scene Christian had witnessed yesterday, unfolding on a hundred times the scale across the country. He saw the convulsing bodies of those who had miraculously escaped death, and the survivors crying to the media about the brutality of the militia and the devastation of losing loved ones.

Nearly three billion people. That number alone was enough to chill Christian to the bone. His face turned deathly pale.

"I wonder if this is true!" Jacobson said gravely.

"It must be propaganda. How could such a thing happen? Those news clips must have been pre-made by the federal government to smear us," Hans shouted. While denying it, it was clear he lacked confidence.

The news just now was too real. And even the more militant Sixth District had given the same report. The timing is too recent; to say it's fake is to say they're deceiving themselves.

"It must have been filmed with special effects, don't you think?"

Christian's reaction to Hans's refusal to accept reality was silence. If refusing to believe the truth makes one feel better, why bother exposing it? The facts are undeniable anyway.

Hans didn't ask further, and Jacobson remained silent as well.

Christian realized that this explained why the post-victory atmosphere was much more subdued compared to last night. Seeing news of such a massacre, especially when one is a direct or indirect perpetrator, no one would feel good.

"Alright, let's leave the news alone. We fought well yesterday. But our current course isn't towards the Solomon Islands or our home territory in the Third District. It seems we're heading towards the Second or Sixth District, meaning we'll definitely have to fight the Federal Army again."

"This time they've learned their lesson; they probably won't use radar-guided missiles anymore, but will switch entirely to heat-generating missiles. So this enemy will be even harder to deal with." Jacobson began his tactical explanation.

Hans and Christian also temporarily forgot about the news and focused on their work.

Because of an unpredictable upcoming battle, flight training was canceled, and simulated flight time was increased. After intelligence review and other training, they finally finished their work for the day, almost in the late afternoon.

While it's nighttime, there's no real distinction between day and night on a spaceship in space, but there is still a time system. Therefore, normal life on board follows the standard time of the Self-Defense Force, just like other colonies—Greenwich Mean Time.

Because the Self-Defense Force has fewer personnel, it operates on a day-night schedule: most work during the day, and a few rest.

At night, most sleep, and a few perform necessary tasks. This allows for precise timing when launching attacks, ensuring maximum readiness during combat.

In contrast, the Federation uses a three-watch system, with each watch lasting eight hours: one watch for work, one for rest, and one for sleep.

If needed, the combined working and resting personnel can utilize two-thirds of the ship's manpower, which, according to the Federation's organization, is sufficient to maintain normal ship operations.

In other words, theoretically, if needed, Federation ships could attack 24/7 without worrying about personnel fatigue. This was naturally due to the Federation's advantage in manpower and resources.

Christian decided to check on the Federation soldiers he had captured before dinner.

Normally, he had no right to interrogate them. However, Christian thought it wouldn't hurt to say a few words.

There were no guards outside the cell, partly due to a shortage of self-defense personnel, and partly due to trust in the cell's surveillance system.

Christian activated the controller outside the cell. Besides monitoring any part of the cell, it also allowed him to communicate with the prisoners.

"Hello, Miss Lisner?" Christian called out into the communicator.

"Oh! You're from yesterday." Appearing on the screen was Lisna, her shoulders and neck bare.

The thought of her still being completely naked made Christian feel a surge of heat in his lower body.

"Hello. How are you doing?" Christian greeted her naturally.

"Heh...you're really strange. How could I be doing well! Imprisoned by the enemy, without even underwear. Luckily, there's a toilet and a bathroom here, and someone even remembers to bring food!" Lisna, though dissatisfied, didn't seem overly worried; she appeared to be a rather optimistic person.

"Well, I'm not here to interrogate you. I just want to talk to someone from the Federation. Could you spare some time for me?" Christian said with slight concern.

"You're really strange. Did you come to me out of curiosity? But it's alright, let's talk! I'm bored out of my mind anyway, and I have a lot of things to ask you." Lisna smiled nonchalantly.

"But, won't you be punished for talking to me in private?" Lisna asked with a hint of curiosity.

"To be honest, it's against the rules, but I don't think anyone will punish me for it!" Christian said evasively.

"Strange person!" Lisna chuckled.

However, Christian felt very comfortable. Talking with Lisna didn't give him any feeling of hostility; it was like talking to a newly acquainted friend.

"That's it! I've always wanted to ask why you joined the Federation Army. Since the Federation is a volunteer force, how could they possibly find so many people willing to enlist?" Christian had always found it strange. The Federation's human resources were more than ten times that of the Self-Defense Forces, so naturally its military strength was also more than ten times greater. But logically, if people had a choice, they wouldn't want to join the army. Why didn't they seem to be short-handed ?

The implementation of conscription had created heavy social pressure within the Self-Defense Forces.

"For the pay!" Lisna answered naturally.

"What!" Christian exclaimed in surprise.

"I know there's a shortage of manpower for self-defense. Therefore, under our sanctions, in order to allow society to be as self-sufficient as possible, the unemployment rate is close to zero."

"But here! The unemployment rate is usually 7 or 8%, sometimes even rising to over 10%. People like me who can't do well in school have no choice but to join the army! Anyway, the army will take anyone with hands and feet. Actually, I've heard that even disabled people are needed for civilian jobs on Earth!"

"Although the salary isn't high, the benefits are almost all-encompassing; accommodation, food, and transportation are all free. So, by joining the military, the money I actually have is about the same as an office worker with many other expenses. Plus, the military provides nearly two months of leave a year to compensate for the rotation system and the confinement of the bases, which is why I enlisted!"

"However! If a private agency offered me a job, I wouldn't take it!" From her tone, Lisina didn't seem dissatisfied with her job, just regretful that she couldn't find anything better.

But Christian was stunned!

"Do you only join the military for the money? Don't you consider justice and ideals?" To Christian, who had volunteered and had high morale in the military, this reason for enlisting was simply unbelievable!

"Justice! Ideals! Pfft... Haha... Ha..." Lisna couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean it, but you seem like some kind of silly officer or old soldier, always talking about war, war. But they're right, aren't they!"

Lisna said, clearly deep in thought.

"No, it's all their fault. Because they and you self-defense bastards are always thinking about war, that's why war actually breaks out. What's wrong with peace? You don't think the Federal Congress will approve an offensive against the self-defense forces, or that aliens will appear. What's the point of ideals and justice then? Everyone's just after their paychecks!" Lisna said to Christian, clearly dissatisfied.

"That's incredibly strange! Even if the Federation's soldiers are of slightly lower quality, aren't they still fighting to protect the Federation? We, the Self-Defense Force, are all fighting to protect the independence and autonomy of our nation and the people of the universe."

To Christian, who had a strong sense of justice, it was simply unbelievable and astonishing that a soldier could have the mentality of an office lady!

"You're the strange ones!" Lisina retorted with a look of disapproval.

Perhaps that's how it is! Because they believe themselves to be righteous and the other side to be evil, they don't care what means they use against the evil ones. The cause of the colony massacres might be closely related to this!

His own ideals had become a breeding ground for evil, which Christian found incredibly ironic, and the faith that had always supported him was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Perhaps you're right?" Christian said bitterly.

"Yes! I'm so bored here. Can you tell me how the battle is going? Especially how things are in Sector One! My family is there, and I'm really worried." Lisna asked anxiously and expectantly.

After hearing this, Christian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He used all his strength to keep his facial expression unchanged.

"I'm not quite sure about that?" Christian said evasively, feeling guilty.

"Is that so?" Lisna's voice was full of disappointment.

"Oh! What are you doing here?" Suddenly, Director Yoko's voice came from behind.

Christian looked in the direction of the voice and saw Director Yoko Sanada appearing with some clothes.

"I want to talk to a prisoner," Christian replied.

"Hmm! The captain ordered me to deal with this prisoner. Could you excuse yourself?" Yoko asked.

"Yes. See you tonight." Christian said, then turned and left.

"Sigh... " Yoko sighed softly, watching his retreating figure. How foolish of her to think no one would know about their relationship. She

wasn't careful at all when she spoke, not even showing courtesy. It was only a matter of time before someone saw through her. Although it would be a bit troublesome, she didn't want to tell Christian about it, lest he think that her deliberate concealment was because she looked down on him.

"Alright, Miss Lisna. I am Yoko Sanada, the ship's maintenance chief. The captain has instructed me to handle your situation. I believe he has already spoken to you. You can remain on board until there is an opportunity for prisoner exchange or your release, but you cannot leave the living quarters."

"Please remember one thing. Your existence is not documented. If you engage in any intelligence gathering, we will have no choice but to eject you from space. Please behave yourself!" Yoko said in an extremely serious tone.

"I understand. That means I can move freely within the living quarters, right? I will never be a spy,"

Lisna said expectantly. Ending this naked confinement was undoubtedly a cause for celebration.

"I have a few clothes here. They were collected from the female soldiers. Since they were all clothes they didn't want, and they were for the enemy, they didn't want to give you anything too good. So you'll have to make do with these for now!" Yoko opened the cell door and handed the clothes to Lisna.

Letting a prisoner move freely was too dangerous and strange.

The captain seemed to not want her to complain, but Yoko thought that the captain might be afraid that the military would kill prisoners, so he did this on purpose.

"Are these for me?" Lisna looked at the clothes happily. It was so great that she didn't have to be naked anymore, but the quality was really poor. They were all t-shirts and sweatpants, and there wasn't a single bra. In the end, she chose two of the nicer ones to wear.

Yoko saw Lisna, tall and imposing for a woman, wearing an ill-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants, with nothing underneath. Her breasts were extremely prominent, the shape of her nipples clearly visible, and her buttocks were tightly covered. Allowing this alluring beauty to move around the ship might actually be the most dangerous thing. It wouldn't be surprising if someone saw her and died from a nosebleed.

Christian, having left his cell, was eating in the mess hall. However, he had no appetite and ate very slowly.

Sitting alone, he could hear the conversations coming from the other tables. The joyous atmosphere of the victory this morning had diminished considerably. The conversation was about the certainty of the massacre and the next operational objective.

At this moment, the large screen in the mess hall switched to a military announcement. The fleet commander appeared on the screen. Everyone stopped eating and gathered around the screen.

"Greetings, officers and soldiers. Our fleet is about to enter the second zone. First, I would like to announce the news from the military spokesperson." After the captain finished speaking, the channel switched back to the image of the nation's military spokesperson.

"Since our declaration of war against the Federation, and after the attacks on its first, second, and fourth districts, various Federation media outlets have reported on our military's nuclear attacks and the release of nerve gas against the colony satellites.

"First, our military acknowledges attacking the colony satellites with tactical nuclear weapons. However, our military had made all the necessary preparations to repel the colony people. But before this could proceed, we were met with military intervention from the Federation, and to hinder our military's great cause of liberating space colonists, the Federation forcibly released nerve gas. This blatant massacre is unacceptable to humanity.

"In the face of this atrocity, in order to uphold our justice, we will carry this holy war for self-defense and independence through to the end. Over."

After the announcement, the screen switched to the fleet commander's image.

"This is the truth as the military has announced." The fleet commander seemed to be deliberately wearing a mask.

"Next, I will announce our operational objectives. As you all know, the Federation surpasses us by several times in terms of troop numbers, industrial capacity, and economic scale. In order to achieve a swift victory and avoid a protracted and fruitless war, this fleet will rendezvous with the battle group that has already captured the second sector."

"The objective of the operation is to equip the colony satellite with nuclear-powered propulsion engines and drop this six-kilometer-diameter, thirty-kilometer-long satellite, like a giant bomb, on the Federal Army's headquarters at Zabro base in South America. This will force the Federal Army to negotiate peace with us. I look forward to your valiant efforts. This operation is codenamed Operation Britain." The fleet commander saluted and concluded the announcement.

"The massacre really is true."

"I told you our army would never do such a thing, but look, it was the Federal Army."

"Is that even possible?"

"In any case, three billion people were killed."

Even though it caused a stir among the soldiers watching, those who refused to believe the colony massacre, believing the official announcement, took it as an atrocity committed by the Federal Army and loudly asserted their own legitimacy. Those who didn't believe the official account could only whisper amongst themselves, discussing what they thought was the truth.

Another topic of discussion was Operation Britain.

"Impressive! I never imagined they could come up with such a method," the soldiers exclaimed in awe. "

If successful, our army will definitely win the war."

Indeed, just imagining a man-made meteorite crater, hundreds of kilometers in diameter, clearly visible from space in South America, was enough to awe at its destructive power.

Gradually, both discussions shifted from the massacre to Operation Britain.

For those passionately discussing it, it wasn't just about the life-or-death struggle that lay ahead; it was also a way to escape the unpleasant carnage.

Knowing the truth, Christian couldn't help but wonder what the justice he had always believed in truly was.

Was such a devilish act acceptable in the name of justice?

His thoughts then turned to the war in Britain. Looking at the future battles, the prospect seemed far better than the past tragedies. And it was the most urgent matter at hand.

After dinner, Christian stayed in the dining room to observe the situation. Hans and Jacobson, who had also come to eat, stayed behind to talk.

As the fleet approached Sector Two, the giant cylinder of the colony satellite grew larger and larger, appearing before the dining room window.

At 21:25 on January 4, 0079

, they saw the colony satellite destined for Earth, its nuclear propulsion engines already installed. Five minutes later, at 21:30 on January 4, 0079...

The nuclear propulsion engines generated enormous flames, propelling the colony satellite off its fixed orbit and beginning its journey into Earth's gravitational field.

Watching the massive flash of light evoked a sense of awe and filled them with confidence in their own power. The thought that when the colony satellite crashed to Earth, this brief war would end, and they would win peace along with their victory made the sacrifice of hundreds of millions of people irrelevant.

Now, with the flash of light, the entire army's morale and fighting spirit soared.

"Wow! The force of its impact on Earth could probably blow up the entire continent," Hans exclaimed.

"That blasted those federal troops to smithereens!" Jacobson exclaimed, looking at the colony satellite whose purpose had been transformed from a peaceful second home for humanity into a massive bomb six kilometers in diameter and thirty kilometers in length.

Those who witnessed the power of an atomic bomb for the first time must have felt the same way!

Awe, shock, and fear.

Looking at the colony satellite, Christian wondered whether the colony had been massacred to use everyone as bombs, or whether, since everyone was already dead, the colony was simply used as a bomb. In any case, he now only felt terror at the power of humanity.

That night, Christian slept in Director Yoko's room. Only in the warmth of her arms, her soft, supple breasts, and the fragrance of her body could he fall asleep without nightmares.

In her private room, Lisna Bert hugged her pillow, gazing at the dark expanse of space beyond the battleship.

A war she thought would never break out had actually begun, and in the blink of an eye, the Royal Navy had defeated the Sixth Fleet, where she served, and Sector One, where she had grown up and lived, was engulfed in war and devastated.

At this moment, she was unaware that, apart from a few who managed to escape Sector One in time on spaceships, there was no one left alive in Sector One.

Her parents, her childhood classmates, her friends and comrades in the military—all filled her with worry.

And she was alone, captured on an enemy ship.

What would her future hold? Right now, she wished that one of her many boyfriends would be by her side.

For someone as open-minded as her in this regard, there was practically no desire for masturbation. She tossed and turned until late at night before finally falling asleep.

The next day.

In the mobile warfare briefing room, Hans, Jacobson, and Christian were diligently conducting tactical drills.

"Heh! I won again this time. Everyone says you guys aren't sharp enough," Jacobson laughed.

"I always suspect you're cheating," Hans said, grabbing Jacobson's hand.

"Hey! This isn't gambling, it's tactical drills. It's your fault for not being skilled enough!" Jacobson said with a grin.

"So what's this?" Christian asked, picking up the money on the table.

"This isn't gambling. It's just a little tension to increase your awareness of the importance of the exercise."

Jacobson pulled his hand away from Hans and took the money from Christian.

Looking at the pile of Zaku and fighter jet models on the table, Hans and Christian were truly disheartened.

Both sides simulated combat with equal forces. However, when setting the basic forces, Jacobson, leveraging his superior skills and experience, amplified the combat effectiveness of his troops. Furthermore, even with Hans and Christian jointly commanding, they couldn't match Jacobson's single command.

Jacobson was clearly cheating!

"A drop of sweat in peacetime means a drop of blood less in wartime. This tuition is to increase your survival skills. Hey! Don't look so grim. I'll treat you to something to eat later." Jacobson said smugly.

"No thanks! The food in the restaurant isn't worth much. Let's save it for when we get back to Solomon!" Hans wasn't going to suffer a loss; he was determined to get his money's worth.

"Ah...! What if you die next? Then you won't get to eat anything! Wouldn't that benefit me instead?" Jacobson said with a regretful expression.

"Nonsense! Even if I have to use you, you swindler, as a shield to take bullets, I'll definitely come back alive and eat you out of house and home." Hans said with utmost seriousness.

"Hehe! Just you wait and see!" Jacobson said with a sly grin.

"Alright, I'll decide where we eat. I don't eat much, so it won't be worth the ticket price if I eat something expensive and not filling." Christian couldn't sit idly by and retaliate.

"You two brats, you're clearly trying to bankrupt me! We'll have to do another round so I can stock up on more ammunition, otherwise I'll lose everything." Jacobson said, counting the money in his hand.

"I just remembered it's almost lunchtime!" Christian said, looking at his watch.

"Then..." Hans's words were interrupted by the sound of an alarm.

"All maneuvering crews and pilots, assemble immediately! Ship's combat readiness raised to level one." The alarm and the ship's announcement mingled together.

All three of them immediately left their seats and ran towards the hangar.

"Ugh! Fighting on an empty stomach isn't good! Don't those guys in the Federation need to eat?" Christian said, rubbing his stomach.

"Anna, I'll treat you to something to eat later," Jacobson said with ill intent.

"What? Anna? Really?" Christian asked, both annoyed and delighted.

"Yes! It'll be my warm, white human coconut juice, I guarantee you'll be satisfied, beautiful lady." Judging by his face alone, Christian did indeed look more like a boy than a girl, and his changing expressions were quite amusing.

"Hahaha... If that's not enough, I'll also..." Hans, who had been laughing, stopped, not daring to continue.

"Holy Sword Hand Chop." Christian unleashed a series of hand chops, fiercely slashing at Jacobson. He held nothing back.

"Ouch...it hurts...you brat...you're so disrespectful..." As he cried out in pain from being slashed, Jacobson and his family finally arrived at the hangar.

"You're here?" Sanada Yoko, who was directing preparations, turned around immediately upon seeing them.

"Hmm! How is it?" It wasn't Captain Jacobson who asked, but Christian.

"All three Zaku are ready and can be deployed at any time," Yoko said gently.

"Anna, isn't your big brother nice? Why are you hitting me?" Jacobson clung to Christian.

"Go to hell!" Feeling utterly disgusted, Christian viciously beat his perverted superior.

"Don't bully Christian!" Yoko said worriedly.

"When did you two get together? Anna is one thing! But when did Yoko become a lesbian?" Hans joked.

Christian stopped hitting Jacobson, his face turning bright red. He ceased his beating.

Seeing him like this, it was impossible for anyone not to know. Yoko, seeing Christian's utterly clueless expression, completely gave up on hiding their relationship.

"So what if we are? Anna is so cute. Are you two jealous guys who no woman would even look at?" Yoko, realizing she couldn't hide it any longer, simply pulled Christian into her arms affectionately.

"Stop calling me Anna! I'm not a girl!" Christian protested. Even Yoko joined in the teasing, making him blush like a girl.

"Hey! Hans, don't be jealous. It's okay if someone likes homosexuals, I'll take you to some nice places next time!" Jacobson, half-dead from the beating, resurrected and said.

"Go away! Everyone has women, you're talking about yourself!" Hans, his sore spot exposed, took over from Christian and continued to beat up the bastard Jacobson.

"Jacobson, Hans, Christian, emergency deployment!" the order came over the loudspeaker from the bridge.

"Stop playing around! Be careful!" Yoko stopped them.

"Come back alive." Yoko pressed her forehead against Christian's, gently, like a mother taking her daughter's temperature.

"Don't do that! I'll definitely come back," Christian said awkwardly.

Yoko found her expression both amusing and incredibly cute.

If only he could stay like this forever. A boy who looks like a girl.

"Ouch...ouch...ouch...you two heartless bastards, you've taught your apprentices nothing but trouble." Jacobson cried out in pain as he leaped onto his Zaku.

Christian glanced back at Yoko and then leaped onto his Zaku

as well. Hans followed closely behind.

"Jacobson Squadron, sortie!" After boarding his Zaku, squadron leader Jacobson reported to the bridge, and the three Zakus departed the ship one after another.

As soon as they entered space, Christian saw a spectacular scene of various ships launching Zakus and fighters. He

had never seen such a large-scale deployment before.

But then he saw another equally spectacular scene.

Before him appeared a Federation fleet whose size was no less than that of the escort fleet. Because the Federation only had fighter jets, their numbers far exceeded those of the Self-Defense Forces, making their force appear far more impressive.

The two sides clashed head-on with over a hundred ships each, a breathtaking spectacle never before seen in the exercises.

The Self-Defense Forces, organized into battle groups, dispersed around the colony satellites, forming a defensive network. The Federation, on the other hand, formed a spindle formation at a distance.

After Christian's squadron rendezvoused with Steiner's aircraft, it was ordered to take on the role of escorting the fleet at the last line of defense; all twelve Zaku were equipped with 120mm machine guns.

The Self-Defense Forces, consisting of Zaku and Cardoru fighters, sent over two hundred Beacons towards the Federation fleet.

The Federation dispatched nearly half of its massive air force to attack the Self-Defense Forces, while its fleet changed into a square formation and headed towards them.

The scene before him was more spectacular than any movie or special effects, utterly awe-inspiring.

Christian looked at the picture of Alim that he had pasted in the cockpit. Although she was his girlfriend, they could neither meet, nor have any physical contact, and both could have other lovers at any time. Yet, he hadn't thought about her much these past few days; it seemed too heartless.

But in these past few days, Christian had not only had his first real encounter with a woman, but he had also killed someone and participated in the largest massacre in history. He desperately needed Yoko's physical and emotional comfort.

Unfortunately, communication was impossible within the military, so even if he wanted to say something to Alim, he could only write it down and store it on the computer.

The changing battlefield left Christian with no time to spare.

The Self-Defense Force and the Federation each dispatched interceptor squadrons to intercept the opposing attacking aircraft. In the clash between the two massive formations, countless orbs of light were generated; the smaller ones were the afterglow of exploding missiles, while the larger ones signified the destruction of a Zaku or fighter jet.

"Ah…" Christian groaned.

The approaching Federation fleet fired simultaneously, hundreds of beams of light shooting towards one of the Self-Defense Force's battle groups. However, due to the large-scale dispersion of Mie particles… Light-based artillery fire was inherently inaccurate, so while it looked spectacular, it produced only a very small number of impact explosions.

Meanwhile, the Self-Defense Force's various battle groups launched a counterattack. In the darkness of space, the spectacular clusters of light formed beautiful pillars of light. However, being hit meant paying for this beauty with one's life.

Due to the Federation's superior numbers, the Self-Defense Force's interception team couldn't completely intercept them, and some of the successfully broken through groups headed towards the Self-Defense Force's fleet.

At this moment, Squadron Leader Steiner gave a hand signal, and the entire squadron immediately followed him into battle.

"We can't let them get close to our ships, or we'll have nowhere to go."

Thinking of Miss Yoko on board, Christian decided to fight to the death; he would never let the Federation kill her.

The Federation fighter group that broke through was in disarray due to the attack from the Self-Defense Forces, and poor communication under the Mistral particle effect made command difficult. They then attacked any of the Self-Defense Forces' battle groups.

Steiner's squadron also faced twenty or thirty Federation fighters, large Swordfish escorted by smaller Thor Eitz fighters.

The Thor Eitz fighters fired long-range missiles first. Steiner, Sherrell, Jakobson, and other squadrons dispersed to evade. Christian, who was following squad leader Jacobson, fired heat decoys while simultaneously firing missiles with a 120mm machine gun.

Almost all the missiles were chasing the heat decoys. It seems the Federation has learned its lesson and stopped using radar-guided missiles. However, heat-guided missiles, like before, are difficult to hit unless fired in large numbers at close range. It seems the era of missile dominance on the battlefield has come to an end.

The four squadrons attacked the Federation aircraft, and the enemy spread out to meet them.

Missiles were everywhere. Christian launched heat decoys while charging into the enemy ranks.

In the melee, most of the enemy aircraft were shot down. A few aircraft managed to slip past the interceptors, but their anti-ship attacks were unsuccessful.

Only Tot Zimmer's Zaku in the fourth squadron suffered damage to its leg. This was the first combat loss for Steiner's squadron, and Christian had shot down two Thor Eitz fighters.

Afterwards, the entire squadron regrouped.

"Jacobson, the enemy is much harder to deal with now!" Christian said, recalling the several close calls with missiles.

"Yeah! This time it's a head-on confrontation! There's no room for surprise attacks," Jacobson said with a hint of regret.

"Luckily, those Swordfish were primarily carrying anti-ship missiles, otherwise it would have been even more troublesome," Hans interjected.

"But that guy Thoth got hit just now!" Christian said.

"Luckily, the Zaku's armor was thick, otherwise that guy would have been dead already," Jacobson said.

They returned to standby, observing the battle from a distance. The Federation abandoned its bombing of the Self-Defense Forces' fleet, concentrating its various types of aircraft on air defense. Instead, it focused entirely on inter-fleet artillery battles.

The Self-Defense Forces, meanwhile, maintained distance, avoiding artillery fire as much as possible, and continued their combined attacks with Zaku missiles and fighter jets.

After numerous attacks, Federation ships were sunk one by one, their numbers slowly dwindling. However, the density and spectacle of the anti-aircraft fire were almost describable as spheres of light. Each Zaku formation carrying out an attack mission suffered significant losses.

"Hey! We came out without even having lunch, and now it's past dinner time. Are those Federation bastards trying to starve us?" Hans complained after hours of continuous fighting.

"Hunger and supplies for attacking the enemy are also a form of warfare," said Christian, who could endure hunger more readily.

"Sigh! Why don't we just go up and attack too? That way we can fight once and then go back to the ship to rest." Jacobson preferred to be on the front lines rather than waiting in the rear.

"I'm starving! Christiana, give me some milk to drink!" Hans cried out.

"Milk? I don't have any!" Christian said in confusion.

"You're a woman! You can just squeeze some out of your breasts. Who told you to be the only one in the team!" Hans said with a smug smile.

"You damn fool, do you want to die?" Christian yelled angrily, his face turning red.

Meanwhile, the communicator crackled with laughter from most of the team, including Jacobson.

Such extensive private communication was not allowed during combat. However, Captain Steiner didn't stop them. People aren't machines; it's hard to maintain morale if you don't let everyone relax. So he suppressed his laughter and ignored it.

The other person who didn't laugh was Warrant Officer Klassen Disel.

"Please, Hans, you bastard, stop making jokes like that. Besides, I'm the only one in the whole team with a red belly," Klassen said angrily. These men's jokes always revolved around women, food, and excrement—it was so low-class.

"I think you're angry that Hans doesn't treat you like a woman!" Tomer chimed in.

"A woman is only a woman if she has a big chest and a perky butt. Who told you to be flatter than me? You should learn from Anna and work on your chest before you talk," Jacobson said with a lewd laugh.

"You loser, I don't have any, are you blind?" Klassen said angrily.

"Yes! That bastard's blind. I don't have breasts," Christian retorted angrily. If they were on board, he would make sure they died a horrible death.

This battle, fought with words as weapons and language as ammunition, evolved into a united front between Christian and Klassen against everyone except for Squadron Leader Steiner and the perpetually silent Maas Kind.

However, two mouths are no match for four, especially since they had eight. In the end, they admitted that Klassen was a flat-chested lesbian with cross-dressing tendencies, and that she and Christian were lesbian lovers.

Christian and Klassen were, of course, furious. But they couldn't do anything to them on the battlefield.

"The Federation fleet has finally retreated," Squadron Leader Steiner's words finally ended the verbal battle.

"Wow! Really!" Hans exclaimed.

"God! Please bless the Federation commander; he saved my stomach!" Hans then said in an extremely devout tone.

But it wasn't until thirty minutes later that they were able to rotate back to the ship to rest.

After all three Zaku were returned to the ship, Hans rushed to the mess hall with speed comparable to an ancient ninja.

Meanwhile, Chief Yoko led a group of maintenance workers to begin their work.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Yoko asked with a smile, first approaching Christian's Zaku.

"Hmm, I'm fine for now." Christian felt that he had temporarily overcome the psychological barrier caused by the Holocaust.

Seeing that the others weren't paying attention, Christian pulled Yoko into his arms and kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm coming to your place tonight!" Christian asked.

"Okay!" Yoko stroked his head like a child.

"I'll wait for you," Yoko said.

Hearing her reply, Christian nodded and went inside the ship. Although not as exaggerated as Hans, his stomach was churning.

Yoko watched his back, a feeling stirring within her. As a sexual partner, this man could also satisfy her. He could also find satisfaction in comforting the anxieties of a young man.

It was just that he was more lustful than affectionate towards her. For some reason, ever since she was with him, Yoko had longed for a partner with whom she shared a similar sexual desire.

"Alright, look forward. Yoko, you're still very charming," Yoko encouraged herself, determined to find someone she could have a romantic relationship with after Christian, instead of just a sexual partner with whom she had feelings.

When Christian entered the mess hall, it truly resembled a riot.

It wasn't just the three mechanized fighter pilots; the Barbenhausen had also been rotated to the rear, so personnel from the main gun, secondary gun, anti-aircraft gun, communications, and administrative units all poured in to eat, filling the mess hall to capacity.

Although everyone was fighting tooth and nail for seats, there was one table occupied by only one person. Everyone avoided it, as it was being used by a female prisoner of the Federation.

It seemed everyone was deliberately keeping their distance from her.

Hans and Jacobson, true to their scoundrel nature, whether by force or trickery, managed to grab three seats and were waving them at him.

Christian gestured to them in refusal. Next, he joined the terrifying frenzy of buying dinner.

Because of the large crowd, it took considerable time to fight his way through and manage to get his food.

Christian floated over to the table of the female prisoner, Lisna Bert. He hooked the tray of dinner onto the table, then sat down and fastened his seatbelt.

"Hello," Lisna said nervously.

"Hello," Christian replied gently.

"Ah! That's how inconvenient it is on the ship. Once we're in space, there's no gravity, and everything becomes a hassle," Christian said, pulling on his seatbelt.

"Yeah! Things just float around if they're not fastened," Liz replied.

The entire cafeteria fell silent for a moment because of Christian's unusual behavior. However, they quickly stopped paying attention and resumed their fierce battle for seats and dinner.

"Especially when we eat, everything has to be individually packaged. Hmm, you have so much food!" Christian said, looking at the food that took up almost half the table. Most of it was expensive and small desserts.

"Looks expensive!" Christian couldn't help but say.

"I'm in a bad mood! So…" Liz said unhappily. Christian felt sorry for her,

thinking of how she, a young girl, had been bullied by Jacobson and captured alone on an enemy ship. Moreover, all her relatives in Sector One had died, and she herself was kept in the dark. "Hello," Hans said, pulling Jacobson along. Seeing someone break the taboo, the others followed suit, taking up the empty seats at the table. Jacobson and Lisna glared at each other with hatred. "Oh! So much food! Can you finish it all by yourself?" Hans said, his mouth practically watering. "I'm not in a good mood!" Lisna said melancholically. "What's there to talk about with that Federation bastard? I told you not to drag me here!" Jacobson snapped at Hans. "What did you say, you bastard?" Lisna said angrily. "This is no place for a Federation shrew to speak," Jacobson retorted fiercely. "Hey! Don't ruin the atmosphere and make this a scene!" Christian, unable to bear it any longer, advised. "You went too far that day," Hans said, siding with Lisna. "I was just satisfying the lewd nature of a Federation bastard," Jacobson said. He was usually calm, but it was unexpected that he would get so angry when he encountered a Federation soldier. "Don't be so smug. What you did to me is a violation of military regulations, even within your own army," Lisna said, growing increasingly furious. "I'll shoot you dead," Jacobson said, reaching for his pistol. Although they were motorized soldiers, they were also issued pistols and submachine guns for self-defense. Hans and Christian left these two useless weapons in the cockpit, but Jacobson always carried a pistol with him. "Hey! A gentleman uses words, not fists!" Hans and Christian advised. Lisina felt resentful at being treated like the victim when she was clearly the victim. "Mr. Hans, I have no official status on this ship. But I still need to eat and use things, so the captain told me that if I need anything, I can go to the welfare department and the mess hall. The money will be handled by Lieutenant Jacobson, who caused this problem situation," Lisina suddenly said. Jacobson's anger likely stemmed not only from his inherent dislike of the Federation Army, but also from this other reason. "Is there anything you'd like to eat? Consider it a small gift," Lisna said gently to Hans, who seemed to have a big appetite. "Oh! Thank you! I'll eat anything, as long as it's expensive and doesn't fill me up," Hans said happily. "No problem," Lisna said, forcing a smile as she walked towards the cafeteria's food counter. "You bastard, that's blatant betrayal!" Jacobson said angrily. "Sigh... how can I not eat free stuff! Go ahead and scold me! Sigh... what can I do, I'm poor!" Hans replied, mimicking a melodramatic character from a TV show. What's worse, he then started singing the theme song of that kind of play. "Haha..." Christian couldn't help but laugh too. "You...you..." Jacobson was so provoked he almost vomited blood. Afterwards, Lisna returned carrying a huge pile of food and said, "The cafeteria doesn't have anything fancy, just some pastries, fruits, desserts, and snacks. Please help yourself." Lisna said with a smile. "Thank you." Hans let go of Jacobson and started eating. "Hey...don't let go..." Christian struggled to hold Jacobson down. "I'll kill you, you old hag." Jacobson yelled. "Christian, do you want something to eat?" Lisna said with an increasingly sweet smile. "Oh! But I don't have hands." Christian said with difficulty. "Then I'll feed you!" Lisna gently picked up a pastry and fed it to him. "You're welcome." Christian took a bite and chewed slowly. "You insolent traitor, I order you to release me immediately so I can kill this vixen!" Jacobson roared. "Calm down!" Hans used one hand to hold him down, while simultaneously shoving a drink straw into his mouth. "Don't mind him, this guy's not quite right in the head." This excellent traitor Hans then got even more excited talking to Lisna. The meal ended after Jacobson's wallet was emptied and he and Lisna vented a lot of their dissatisfaction. However, until they went back to their rooms to sleep, Jacobson didn't stop cursing the two traitors. After Christian returned, the Federation changed its tactics. They stopped beyond the effective aiming range of their naval guns and bombarded the colony satellite with concentrated fire. This distance was too short for the ships, but the target was a colony satellite. A full-scale salvo from half the fleet was no match for an artificial celestial body several kilometers in diameter. And it wasn't just about simple damage; it was about utter destruction. The result, besides leaving unsightly holes in the colony satellite and slightly reducing its mass, did nothing to change the fact that the colony satellite would crash into Earth. Although the Federation repeatedly sent Zaku to attack, each time the Federation retreated while defending, waiting for the Zaku to run out of fuel and withdraw on its own before launching another attack. The war continued in a protracted , inconclusive conflict . ********** ... "Yeah! It's like what that bastard Mao from history said: 'When the enemy advances, I flee; when the enemy stops, I catch my breath; when the enemy retreats, I rest.' Retreat is a strategy too!" Hans said smugly. All he was thinking about was how to make Lisse happy so she'd treat him to something to eat. After all, it wasn't her paying! "Are you two even soldiers? All you do is tuck your tails between your legs and run away. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? And hurry up, don't wait until the very end to take each step," Jacobson said, his old face flushed with anger.

"You're wrong. I didn't run away! I used time and distance to protect my wallet as much as possible under such strong enemy conditions. Otherwise, I would have ended up paying for the things they treated me to yesterday." Christian said with a half-serious, half-playful attitude.

"Jakobson, don't even think about getting anything out of us." Hans said in a cunning voice.

"You two brats, then let's have a long battle and see who clears their pockets first." Jacobson said with a threatening tone.

"Lieutenant Jacobson, Sergeant Hans, Sergeant Christian, deployment orders, proceed to the hangar immediately."

"Good!" Christian and Hans high-fived in approval.

"XXX, XXX." Jacobson cursed twice.

"Alright, let's move out." A furious Jacobson and a smug Hans marched towards the hangar with Jacobson.

Upon arriving at the hangar, Director Yoko immediately came out to greet them.

"Alright, the machines are ready, we can launch at any time… And Jacobson, I heard you got your comeuppance yesterday. Those who bully girls never get away with it," Yoko said, speaking up for Lisina.

"Damn it, what bad luck I've had, everyone's against me," Jacobson complained.

"Girls always side with girls," Yoko said. (Hmm! On this point, she and I are alike, a note from Mrs. Christian who hasn't added anything in a long time.)

"Beautiful women are always my friends," Christian said.

"What's betraying a foolish boss for food?" Hans said with a smile.

"You incompetent fool Yoko, who can't tell friend from foe!" "Anna, you lewd lesbian!" "And you, you shameless traitor Hans!" Jacobson pointed at their noses and berated them.

"Hey! Serves you right for bullying me first," Yoko retorted angrily.

"Who's the woman? Don't talk nonsense," Christian retorted as usual.

"Sigh! Because this incompetent boss is worthless, I betrayed him for a little food. Jacobson, try harder so I can get a good price," Hans said shamelessly.

Then came a string of profanities from Jacobson.

"Jacobson, besieged by traitors on board, is now launching an attack to engage the enemy outside the ship," Jacobson retorted during the sortie, using the bridge announcement.

"Today, the weather is fine and sunny. Hans, who idolizes Judah, will try his best to sell his boss for a good price," Hans whistled.

"Majestic and imposing, a man's spirit that shakes the universe. Not at all like a girl, the very manly Christian is going into battle with two idiots," Christian said in a majestic voice.

"These three fools," Captain Kirsten laughed and scolded in the command room on the bridge.

"Christian is still so childish. Actually, calling him Anna would be better!" Yoko sighed as she listened to Christian's attack report to the bridge, which deliberately emphasized his masculinity.

After arriving in space, Christian and the others quickly met up with Squadron Leader Steiner. This time, the equipment was for anti-ship attacks. Two squadrons were equipped with 280mm rocket launchers, and two squadrons with 120mm machine guns.

"Listen up, everyone! Today we're operating alongside the main force. Target: the Federation fleet ahead," Steiner gave a brief order.

This time, the Self-Defense Force dispatched two reinforced squadrons of Zaku missiles, totaling 120 units.

The over 100 Zakus were divided into two groups, advancing to flank the Federation fleet from the left and right. The

Federation fleet, which had been conducting long-range bombardment, immediately turned and retreated after detecting the Self-Defense Force's movements.

Due to the similar speeds of both sides, it would take considerable time to catch up with the Federation fleet. During this time, the Federation continuously used naval gun salvos to create the effect of a giant shotgun attack, and also constantly used long-range heat-guided missiles in conjunction with the attack.

Under this obstruction, the Zaku group could not catch up with the Federation fleet and could only force it to retreat. In the end, it had to retreat due to fuel constraints.

However, as the Self-Defense Forces retreated, the Federation fleet advanced again.

As a pilot among the Zaku, Christian couldn't help but doubt the effectiveness of this operation. In the Federation's attack just now, the Self-Defense Forces lost two Zakus and five were damaged. And apart from temporarily stopping the Federation's continuous bombardment of the colony satellite, it really had accomplished nothing.

"Ugh! What is this! A pointless battle fought for nothing," Christian criticized.

"That's right! I don't like being a live target for shooting practice," Jacobson said with a hint of anger and self-deprecation.

"Let's hurry back to the ship," Hans said.

This pointless attack left everyone feeling exhausted.

Meanwhile, Stewart, who had escaped from Sector One, arrived at the battlefield. After Commander Spash fled, he had gathered his remaining forces and come here to participate in the operation to intercept the colony satellite.

He first sent his heavily damaged and moderately damaged ships back to the space fortress Luna II, while he led the remaining undamaged and slightly damaged ships forward. On the way, they met up with other isolated escaped ships and two newly built ships that were about to be assigned to the colony satellite's base.

Finally, upon arriving at the front lines, he commanded a total of twenty-five ships of various types, more than double the ten he had originally commanded.

Before the sortie, Stewart organized all his fighters into three squadrons, appointing Gibbs, Hales, and Perry as temporary commanders.

After reviewing the data from the previous battle, Stewart instructed the three squadron commanders: "The Zaku has a clear qualitative advantage over our fighters. Therefore, I plan to send the smaller Thor'ez fighters to launch the preemptive strike, trying to break up the Zaku formation and create distance between enemy aircraft, preventing them from supporting each other. Then, two groups of four Swordfish will attack a single Zaku in a four-on-one formation. I want to use our numerical and tactical advantage to counter our superior self-defense weapon performance."

Hearing Stewart's proposal, the three squadron commanders believed the plan had a high probability of success. Feeling greatly encouraged, they used the time before reaching the battlefield to train their men in this new tactic.

After escaping District 1, Stewart learned from military communications and civilian news about the Self-Defense Forces' three-second declaration of war and the subsequent massacres within the colonies.

Seeing those chillingly horrific scenes filled him with immense anger and remorse. The Self-Defense Forces had resorted to such brutal and inhuman methods in their pursuit of victory in the War of Independence. He also felt extreme self-reproach for failing to prevent these atrocities as a high-ranking officer.

Stewart resolved that he would no longer allow a piece of trash like Spash to hold him back and to crush the Self-Defense Forces' despicable and shameless ambitions.

Stewart entered the battlefield just as Christian and his men were retreating after their unsuccessful offensive.

"Immediately contact the Fourth Fleet, which is currently engaged in combat. We have arrived at the battlefield. All fighter squadrons, proceed."

After giving the order, Stewart used the time before entering the Mie particle dispersion zone to communicate with the entire fleet.

"Officers and men, you are aware of the tragedies that have occurred in Sector 1, Sector 2, and Sector 4. The soldiers whose homeland is in these places have lost everything they could lose. Now the ZWCA wants to crash a colony satellite into Earth, wanting to make other Earth-born people lose everything as well."

"We must stop the ZWCA's atrocities. For our beloved families, for the Earth Federation. Now is the time to fight back." After the broadcast, his fleet entered the combat zone.

Although they were a newly defeated army, most of them were from the colonies. Faced with the Self-Defense Force's sudden attack and slaughter of their loved ones,

they were not devastated but instead vowed revenge. Now was their time to repay the Self-Defense Force with their lives and their weapons.

"If I die here, I can be with you all," Gibbs, whose entire family had been killed in the First District, prayed heavily before the attack.

"We can't die until we've wiped out all the Self-Defense Force bastards!" Hales, in the same situation, said with deep grief and indignation.

"We must stop them." This was Perry's thought. Although his home was on Earth, unlike his two companions, in his eyes, the Self-Defense Force didn't even deserve to be called enemies; they were just beasts and scum, so he used the word "it."

From over twenty ships, nearly two hundred fighter jets launched their attack, targeting Christian's squadron.

Watching the receding cluster of lights, Stewart thought of the girl he'd met in Baikonur, Russia—Alim. This time, it would likely be a long time before they saw each other again!

As for Christian's squadron, due to Mie particles interfering with radar and communications, their search for the enemy relied mainly on optical reconnaissance and heat source detection. Their attention, however, was entirely drawn to the Federation fleet that had been attacking them.

"Behind us…" Feeling uneasy, Christian checked the situation behind them.

"The Federation is attacking from the rear!" Christian shouted into the communicator as he saw over a hundred lights approaching.

However, at this distance and with extremely high levels of Mie particles, he could only alert Hans, Jacobsen, and the slightly further-away Steiner squadron to the attack from behind.

The first wave of Thor Eitz fighters to arrive seized the opportunity to fly to the closest possible distance before launching their missiles. Due to the close and dense attack, five or six of the dozen or so Zaku that were attacked immediately exploded into fireballs. The rest also suffered considerable damage.

The Federation fighters used up all their missiles in the first strike and sped past the remaining unattacked Zaku.

The entire squadron immediately dispersed to pursue. Christian and others, along with Jacobsen, each shot down an enemy aircraft.

But by then, the second wave of Thor Eitz fighters had arrived. The entire squadron was scattered, each fighter dodging and counterattacking simultaneously.

"The time for revenge has finally come!" Gibber, on the Federation side, excitedly exclaimed after seeing Hales's force successfully break up the Self-Defense Forces. He then joined Perry's Swordfish squadron in attacking the Self-Defense Forces. Employing the tactics instructed by Stewart, they attacked a lone Zaku in units of four.

Christian, Hans, Jacobson, and others were scattered. The distance was too great for communication. Sensing danger, Christian abandoned the enemy aircraft he had just lost and reassessed the battle situation.

The swarm of enemy aircraft attacking before him sent a chill down his spine.

"How can there be so many!" Christian exclaimed in shock. Four of the enemy aircraft targeted him, launching a total of forty missiles simultaneously.

Christian frantically fired heat decoys while accelerating his machine to its maximum limit, firing at the enemy aircraft while turning left.

Although he successfully hit one, he inwardly cheered. However, the swarm of missiles that he couldn't completely avoid arrived.

Christian spun his machine at the last moment, but was still hit by a missile.

"It's over!" Christian screamed in terror.

Amidst the violent shaking of his machine, he was still alive, so it didn't seem to be a fatal blow. Christian used the last moment between the two aircraft to shoot down another enemy aircraft.

Afterward, he immediately checked the Zaku's condition; it seemed that the missile had been blocked by the shield on his right shoulder. However, missile fragments still caused several minor damages to the aircraft.

He then scanned the battlefield again. He saw that Jacobson's and Hans's Zakudus were each surrounded by Federation fighters.

Hans's situation was particularly critical, with enemy aircraft closing in at extremely close range.

Christian calmed himself and fired from a distance.

After a burst of fire, he hit one of them.

"Good!" Christian couldn't help but shout. Considering the speed of both sides and the lead time, it was very difficult to hit at this distance, so it was quite lucky to have succeeded.

(Hello everyone! It's time for Anna's commentary again, which hasn't been around for a while. In outer space, although the Zaku is moving at an incredibly high speed, the bullets it fires have a speed that is the Zaku's speed plus the bullet's speed. That's already an incredibly fast speed. However, when you aim and fire at the enemy, by the time the bullet reaches the target, the target has already left the position you were aiming at.)

(Therefore, you can't aim directly at the enemy's aircraft; you have to aim at something further ahead. Of course, the farther away the enemy is, the closer you need to aim, so the greater the distance, the lower the hit rate. Anna's current distance is such that hitting the enemy aircraft is roughly equivalent to shooting the ball from under your own basket and hitting the enemy's basket in basketball. However, because Anna is xxx!)

('In such a critical moment, don't say anything that will ruin the atmosphere. Also, don't say anything before the time is right. And please, just call me Anna by my nickname. Don't call me Anna anymore.' The wife, pinched hard by her husband, said unwillingly, 'Okay, Anna.')

(Editor: Due to domestic violence, the note will be added here for now.)

"Damn it!" Hans cursed. He was already pushing himself to the limit just dodging enemy planes; he didn't have time to aim his machine gun, so he could only fire wildly in the direction of the enemy aircraft to disrupt their attack.

Hearing Hans's curse, Christian knew his situation was extremely critical.

Just as Christian was about to fly his plane to provide support, he saw three Federation Swordfish aircraft simultaneously launch their missiles.

"Damn it!" Christian shouted.

"It's bad," Hans said.

After a series of evasive maneuvers, Hans's Zaku was engulfed in the light of the explosion.

Christian's heart pounded wildly.

After the light of the explosion disappeared... Hans's Zaku had lost a leg, and two medium-sized holes were blasted in its fuselage. The machine gun in his hand had fallen from his grasp due to the shockwave.

"Hans!" Christian shouted from the cockpit, sprinting the Zaku to top speed while simultaneously strafing the three Federation fighters, preventing them from using their 40mm cannons for a final blow.

Since the enemy planes had exhausted their missiles, and one had been hit by Christian's 120mm cannon, all three turned and retreated.

"Hey! Not dead yet!" Christian asked anxiously. Christian then realized that they had been out of communication range just moments before, but he had no time to dwell on the matter.

"I almost ended up on the list of casualties," Hans said breathlessly.

"Ah! Here they come again. 88, 43," Hans said, looking at the monitor.

Christian, who was focused on the damage to Hans's machine, quickly switched the Zaku's main monitor to the direction Hans indicated.

There, another group of four Federation fighters was attacking.

If Hans dodged now, he would be finished, but if he stopped and fired, he might be able to shoot down one or two, but both of them would be going to the underworld.

Christian switched the Zaku to a one-handed gun grip, and with the other hand, he pulled out an electric axe from behind his waist. He charged forward, firing wildly at the enemy planes in front of him.

The Federation fighters, under Christian's barrage of fire, retaliated with their 40mm cannons. The two sides drew ever closer. Just before they were about to pass each other, Christian fired a heat decoy, and the Federation fighters unleashed all their missiles.

Because they were so close, most of the missiles didn't even have time to aim, passing right past Christian's aircraft. However, two missiles did hit Christian's Zaku; one slammed into the fuselage and bounced off before exploding, while the other was almost miraculously deflected by Christian's electric axe.

After their volley, the Federation fighters continued firing their 40mm cannons, and the two sides passed each other again. Christian managed to damage one of the enemy aircraft.

"Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..." Christian used the Zaku's advantage to spin the fuselage and continue firing at the Federation fighters.

Because their machine guns were fixed to the nose, the Federation fighters couldn't retaliate. Therefore, they abandoned their attack on Hans and scattered to escape.

"Whoosh...I'm saved..." Hans's trembling voice came through the communicator.

Christian was also sweating profusely with tension. But he was still worried and quickly searched the battlefield.

Jacobson had escaped the Federation fighters' attack, but the Zaku had several small holes in it. The overall situation of the squadron was truly horrific. Judging from the number of casualties, it was likely that an entire squadron, along with the Zaku, had been blown to pieces. Of the remaining forty-odd Zaku helicopters, half were damaged, and half of those were severely damaged, like Hans.

"All aircraft assemble, return to the ship," Squadron Leader Steiner issued the order via signal flare. Steiner's squadron was in the best condition, with no one shot down, though half of the Zakus were wounded.

"Sigh! I almost saw my deceased grandfather again," Jacobson said, still feeling terrified and exhausted after reorganizing his squad.

"What a pity! We almost had the Four Great Demons fight the Sparrows together," Christian said, feigning sadness. "

Sparrows? What are the Four Great Demons?" Jacobson asked with a hint of hostility.

“Miss Yoko taught me. I heard it's a game that came to Japan from China, and the loser has to take off their clothes—it's really exciting,” Christian explained.

“Ah! That sounds good. What are the Four Great Demon Kings?” Jacobson asked.

“They are Yama, the King of Hell in the East; Satan in Christianity; and Hades in ancient Greece. They are all legendary demon kings who rule Hell,” Christian continued.

“And what is the fourth one?” Hans asked, playing along.

“It’s Jacobson Schul Habschburg,” Christian replied.

“I knew it. If I fall into Hell, I’ll definitely drag you two brats down with me to do odd jobs,” Jacobson said angrily to the two chuckling boys.

This made everyone laugh, and they recovered from their tense mood. This close call with death was unprecedented for Jacobson and Hans, at least. They might have died of tension if they hadn't joked around like this. One moment they were on the verge of death, the next they were joking. Calling them brave wouldn't be an understatement; they were using jokes as a form of mental therapy.

Because Hans's Zaku was severely damaged, while Jacobson and Christian's were both slightly injured, everyone on board was tense upon returning to the ship.

Jacobson landed first, then Hans, so Jacobson could prepare for the possibility of Hans losing control.

Fortunately, Hans landed safely. Christian was the last to land.

Upon entering the hangar, one could see Jacobson's Zaku and Hans's Zaku colliding head-on. After landing easily, Christian waited for the hangar doors to close.

Leaving the cockpit, Christian headed towards Jacobson.

The two of them also left the Zaku's cockpit one after the other.

"Hans, Jacobson, you two are really perverted. So affectionate! Ugh!" Christian said, looking at the two guys on the Zaku, his expression clearly disapproving of their homosexuality.

"Why don't you try it in my arms? It's warm," Hans said, launching a bear hug attack.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Christian quickly dodged.

"That woman's too talkative. I'll teach her a lesson!" Jacobson cheered for Hans.

"Ouch!" Christian, who had just dodged the attack, was grabbed from behind.

Just as he turned around, a soft pair of lips kissed him. The two embraced, and the enthusiastic whistles of the maintenance team members all around them filled the air.

"I was so worried!" It was Yoko, with tears in her eyes, who released him.

"Yoko..." Christian stopped, his face flushed.

"Come on! I'll give you a kiss too." Hans flew over and said.

Without a word, Yoko picked up Christian's helmet and threw it at Hans.

"That's too much, my Zaku was the most badly injured." Hans protested.

"Are none of you three hurt?" Yoko asked, looking at the three who could still joke around, to make sure they were really unharmed.

Christian nodded quickly.

"I'm not that easy to kill." Hans replied.

"My old bones aren't ready to fall apart yet." Jacobson said.

"It's good you're not hurt. But didn't I tell you to be careful? You jaku are my darlings!"

"Now that things have turned out like this, I can't let you go without teaching you a lesson." Yoko pulled out her spaghetti gun with lightning speed and gave Hans and Jacobson a hard whack on the buttocks.

"Ouch...it hurts..." Hans screamed.

"Whoosh..." Jacobson cried out in pain.

"You wretched woman!" Jacobson cursed.

"This spaghetti gun can't be used anymore." Yoko looked at the spaghetti gun as if it smelled bad and threw it away.

"Looks like we'll have to work overtime today, you go to sleep first!" Yoko whispered in Christian's ear.

"Hmm..." Christian responded softly. He left first amidst the envious and curious looks of the maintenance crew.

"This is such differential treatment," Jacobson said, rubbing his backside and groaning in pain.

"Ah! These women are so realistic," Hans agreed wholeheartedly.

"Alright, you two hurry up and leave, don't stay here and get in our way," Yoko urged them to leave.

That evening, during his free time before bed, Christian sat alone in the restaurant. He chose a seat by the window. Before him were beams of light from the Federation fleet continuously bombarding the colony satellite; the flashes of death looked so beautiful.

However, the thought that each beam, after hitting the colony satellite, would shatter a pile of corpses killed by the Self-Defense Forces' poison gas made him feel nauseous.

"Looking at the scenery alone!"

Christian's gaze shifted from the window, looking in the direction of the sound. The one who greeted him was Lisna Bert, still dressed in a provocative t-shirt and shorts, the ill-fitting clothes highlighting her alluring figure and showcasing the full power of her ample breasts.

Christian, his lust aroused, took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Yeah! You look beautiful!" Christian replied casually.

"Don't you need to sleep?" Lisna asked, sitting down next to Christian.

"Hey...you..." Christian couldn't help but protest as the hot, rather exposed body pressed against him.

"What? Don't you welcome me?" Lisna asked with a smile.

"No, it's just a bit sudden!" Swayed by the allure of the woman's body, Christian succumbed to his instincts.

They looked out the window at the beams of light from the battle. A silence fell between them. The scene before them was beautiful, but Christian's thought about how every hole they drilled on the colony might release a mountain of corpses. This beauty sent chills down his spine.

"What's the situation with those people on the colony?" Lisna murmured, a sudden thought echoing in her mind as she thought of her homeland.

Christian couldn't answer.

"Don't you know?" Yoko murmured to herself.

"We're going to drop a colony satellite at the Earth Federation's headquarters in Zabro. Aren't you excited?" Christian asked, puzzled.

"I don't feel anything... Zabro is purely a military target! Besides, I'm a space colonist myself, and everything on Earth feels very distant to me. I really can't feel any sense of camaraderie with the people on Earth," Lisina said.

Christian, who had initially thought Lisina would be very excited, couldn't help but think back. He had previously believed the propaganda, thinking the Federation was a huge and evil force. They were always thinking about destroying their own nation.

In reality, everyone has different thoughts. The thoughts of the military and the government do not represent the thoughts of all the people. For Lisina, there was no sense of justice in this war that she needed to uphold. All she sought, as they had discussed previously, was the stable income the military provided.

"Why are you trying to stop our country from becoming independent?" Christian asked.

"Who's stopping it? It's just the government and the military's own plans! As far as I'm concerned… in the First District, most people are just standing by," Lisina said.

"But you, why are you so determined to become independent?" Lisina asked curiously.

"What?! We were independent from the beginning," Christian quickly retorted.

"In the end, independence doesn't put food on the table, and not being independent doesn't kill anyone. It's all a waste of time!" Lisina criticized.

"No way! Only independence allows us to decide our own destiny. We refuse to be ruled by those ignorant, corrupt scum on Earth who only care about maintaining so-called unity!" Christian argued indignantly. "

You say federal officials are always corrupt. That's true, but that's wrong in itself. We have freedom of speech to criticize them, media to report their crimes, and an independent judicial system to punish them. Besides, isn't autonomy enough? Our quality of life won't decline," Lisna retorted.

"It's different. The people of the Third District rule the Principality of Self-Protection, and the government is composed of residents of the Third District. It's our own country, our glory. We refuse to be second-class citizens ruled by the Federation!" Christian declared righteously, his face filled with indignation.

"What do you mean, second-class citizens! It's just your arrogance and selfishness. As human beings, you don't consider the interests of a unified nation, only caring about your own well-being. Besides, isn't your ruler Gihren Sabi? The so-called empire is nothing but an outdated dictatorship. Being completely controlled by him, you are the real second-class citizens!" Lisna retorted, equally unconvinced

. After exchanging a glare, Christian realized that such bickering was pointless and sat down, saying, "Sorry! We got onto politics without realizing it." Thinking of Lisna's situation, he felt responsible and knew he should give in to her.

"No! It's me! I usually don't like talking about politics, but I ended up speaking up for the government. If I had freedom of speech and a job, I wouldn't care what those high-ranking officials are doing!" Reflecting on her impulsive actions, Lisna felt deeply apologetic.

"Those beams of light look beautiful! Like fireworks. But a bit monotonous," Lisna said, leaning closer to Christian and looking out the window.

"Hmm...yes..." Christian echoed. However, his attention was entirely on Lisna's body; the heat and fragrance of her skin enveloped him. Especially her large breasts—Lisna seemed unaware that she was practically pressed against him.

Somehow, his gaze drifted to the cleavage beneath her loose t-shirt.

"What's wrong..." Lisna looked at him strangely.

"Nothing...nothing at all..." Christian quickly looked away.

Lisna chuckled contentedly. She pressed herself even closer to Christian, making him extremely nervous, his gaze fixed on the beam of the particle cannon outside the ship.

Lisna seized the opportunity and reached into Christian's pocket, carefully rummaging around.

There it was. Lisna felt a surge of joy. She took out a small communicator from Christian's pocket; she had seen him use it and put it in his pocket during dinner.

This way, she could see the news reports.

Lisna was overjoyed. Since being captured, she hadn't heard a thing. She was extremely worried about her family and friends. Now that she had it, she couldn't wait to see it.

"Um... alright. I have to go, so I'll take my leave." Lisina finished speaking and dashed out of the dining room like an arrow. Christian was left watching her disappear, puzzled.

"Why the sudden rush?"

"Phew! That's it for now. The rest of the work will be handled by the second shift. Everyone, take a rest!" Exhausted, Yoko told her subordinates.

They cheered weakly.

After working all night, they finally repaired Christian and Jacobson's Zaku. However, Hans's Zaku, which was the most severely damaged, was only one-third repaired. Tomorrow would be busy, and they would also have to write a damage report and request replacement parts. Thinking of this, Yoko really didn't want to move.

Yoko took out her communicator and connected to Christian's room.

"Hey! Christian, aren't you asleep yet?" Yoko said to the small screen on the communicator. Christian, clearly unable to sleep, appeared on the screen.

"Is work finished?" Christian asked.

"Not yet, but let's call it a day! I'm so tired! I don't even want to move. Can you come pick me up?" Yoko asked.

"Okay," Christian replied.

"I'll wait for you in your cockpit," Yoko said in an extremely tired voice.

"Okay, I

'll be right there." Exhausted, Yoko entered the Zaku's cockpit and immediately sat down in her seat. Too tired to move, she quickly fell asleep.

When Christian opened the Zaku's cockpit lid, he saw Yoko already fast asleep. Seeing her exhausted and filthy appearance, he couldn't bear to disturb her.

"Alright! Let's rush it!" Christian gave up on waking Yoko and instead squeezed into the cockpit to sleep.

He slept for an unknown amount of time before being awakened by noises outside. It seemed to be the maintenance personnel still working.

The noises continued, preventing him from falling back asleep. Unable to sleep and incredibly bored, he naturally turned his attention to Yoko, who was sleeping soundly beside him.

Christian rested his head against Yoko's face, looking at this beautiful woman older than himself. He felt incredibly happy to be allowed such closeness.

Christian's lips naturally touched Yoko's lips.

"Ugh..." Yoko groaned instinctively.

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