Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 4

Chapter Three: The Battle of Upper Lume,

January 11, 0079.

Stewart sat in the command post, deep in thought. The past week of fighting had been extremely brutal. Although his flagship had been fortunate enough to escape serious damage, suffering only minor wounds, his forces were almost entirely wiped out. On the return journey to Luna II for repairs, only five ships remained, and only one of them had been under his command before the war began.

Sector One had been ambushed, and the operation to prevent the colony satellite from crashing had failed again, resulting in the massacre of billions. His heart was heavy with sorrow, and he was also filled with anxiety for the future. Having failed to destroy the Federation headquarters in Armatu, the Self-Defense Forces would inevitably launch another attack. What would their target be this time?

"Commander, we just received a message that Sector Six has issued a declaration of neutrality," the adjutant reported, interrupting Stewart's thoughts.

"Those traitors!" Stewart cursed angrily upon hearing this.

The government had been far too weak in dealing with the Self-Defense Forces for so long. If they had crushed them by force from the very beginning of their independence, things wouldn't be like this today. The strategy of using an arms race to wear down the Self-Defense Forces had ultimately escalated into the Self-Defense Forces launching a war against the Federation.

And those space colonists from various sectors and on the moon, who had long sympathized with the Self-Defense Forces, providing them with aid and relief, had ultimately been rewarded with a massive gas chamber.

For these mistakes, over three billion lives have already been lost.

Sector Six is the colony with the closest ties to the Self-Protected Forces; nearly half of the Self-Protected Forces' smuggled goods pass through there. The fact that Sector Six was "lucky" enough to escape attack this time is likely the result of a prior deal between the autonomous government and the Self-Protected Forces.

For a colony, part of the Federation, to declare neutrality when its nation is attacked by traitors seeking independence is astonishing. It's unbelievable that a government composed of space colonists could be so shameless.

However, since Sector Six is neutral, and the industrial and mining facilities of the lunar city are extremely important to the Self-Protected Forces, and Luna II is not only far from the Self-Protected Forces but also possesses extremely strong defenses and military strength, the Self-Protected Forces dare not attack it.

The remaining target would undoubtedly be Sector 5, left vulnerable due to the redeployment of the Reibell fleet. A repeat of the horrific massacre of local inhabitants using nerve gas was likely. Furthermore, another colony satellite crash might occur.

A colony satellite crash? Last time, they failed to prevent the crash, but they did change its target. As a result, Katura was saved, but the entire Australian continent was essentially wiped out, and the Pacific and Indian Ocean coasts suffered immense destruction. The death toll reached hundreds of millions, and the economic losses were too vast to accurately calculate.

Although he felt a little selfish, Stewart was relieved that the colony satellite hadn't crashed into Russia.

Because…

he recalled that about half a year ago, he was on his way to the Baikonur Cosmodrome in Russia, preparing to return to space.

At that time, he and his adjutant were in the latest Hummer, traveling to the base. On the Russian landscape, there were almost no obstacles on the horizon. All around were plains, with occasional small groves of trees, and the weather was clear and cloudless. The environment was not only beautiful and pleasant, but it also made him realize how insignificant humanity was in the universe and in the world. It was just… very hot.

“That’s…” Some unusual colors appeared in the clear sky.

They were kites, dozens of them, each different in shape, becoming more and more attractive as they got closer to the surroundings.

“…Oh…” Stewart exclaimed unconsciously.

“It’s a kite! This should be base territory, how dare someone do something so against the rules.” The adjutant said, seeing him staring blankly at the kite.

“Is that so…?” Stewart replied. Actually, he wasn’t dissatisfied at all; he was just carefully admiring the kite. The adjutant had misunderstood, but according to regulations, flying kites was prohibited within a five-kilometer radius of the airport and spaceport.

“Oh…” As the military vehicle approached and saw the group of people flying kites, Stewart exclaimed in amusement and surprise.

Because the people flying kites were a group of girls, most of whom were wearing military uniforms. The others were wearing various civilian clothes, and they seemed to be female soldiers from the base. Besides kite flying, there were some simple tables and chairs, filled with food, where people were picnicking and playing games.

"Please stop when the driver gets close to them," the adjutant, thinking Stewart was dissatisfied, said to the driver.

"Yes, sir."

Actually, Stewart wasn't dissatisfied at all; on the contrary, he found it amusing. To be honest, he was feeling a bit childlike, and if he weren't on duty, he would love to get out of the car and try it out. However, he was usually quite strict in dealing with violations, so he felt embarrassed to stop the adjutant's actions.

After the car stopped near the group, the adjutant got out to stop the female soldiers. Stewart also took the opportunity to get out of the car for a walk, giving his tired body a chance to stretch and relax.

The air felt much fresher.

Unfortunately, the argument between the adjutant and the female soldiers ruined the atmosphere.

"What are you doing? Don't you know that flying kites is prohibited within the base area? Stop it right now!" the adjutant shouted at the female soldiers.

Seeing a captain step in to stop them, most of the female soldiers stopped what they were doing, while a few began to retrieve their kites. Amidst the chaos and boos, a petite girl in a pink uniform stepped out from among the female soldiers. She had a pure and lovely face, with jet-black hair and beautiful black eyes.

"Sir, please wait a moment. Kite flying is only prohibited within a five-kilometer radius. This is already outside that range," the girl said calmly to the officer who was several ranks higher than her. At the same time, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her words.

Within the Federation Army, regardless of right or wrong, the superior is always right. The girl's courage to openly protest like this was truly admirable.

The adjutant was momentarily stunned. Like Stewart, he had never been to Baikonur. Although he knew it was close to the base, he didn't know the exact distance and was speechless.

"Really? Looks like you're having a picnic! You must be on leave, what kind of behavior is it to be out in uniform during off-duty hours? Or are you on duty, abandoning your duties to sneak out and play? That's a very serious crime." The adjutant's tone became very aggressive.

“You… some of us are on leave, others are off duty. This place is six kilometers from the base, but according to base regulations, soldiers are free to move around outside during their off duty within a ten-kilometer radius.” The girl protested again against the adjutant’s insistence on keeping her there, and her tone was even more unfriendly than before.

“That’s enough. Adjutant, don’t cause any more trouble. Sorry! We were unaware, Corporal Alim Gusawarot.” Stewart stepped in to stop the adjutant, because if the argument continued, the adjutant would no longer be upholding regulations, but deliberately making things difficult for his subordinate.

He did admire the girl’s courage. A few veterans, indifferent to their future prospects, would dare to vehemently oppose the inappropriate behavior of their superiors. But it was rare to see a young girl unafraid of her superiors using public office for personal revenge.

The adjutant awkwardly stepped aside, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Oh, you're quite upright, aren't you, Major General Stewart?" The girl named Alim, like Stewart, addressed him by the name on his name tag. She showed neither fear nor flattery towards Stewart, who was far superior to her.

"Picnics and kite flying during days off and holidays are such healthy activities for young people these days! I'd like to try it sometime. It's just a pity I'm too old," Stewart said, inhaling the fresh air.

"If you're interested, you can join our next event. We also have some activities that boys are allowed to participate in, but once we start playing, there are no class distinctions, so please don't mind. Besides, you're not that old!" Alim said in a cheerful tone, while taking out a business card from her pocket and handing it to him.

"You have a business card too!" Stewart looked at it with interest. It was the Baikonur Women's Club, famously called the Flying Swallow Club. And the president was none other than the girl in front of him.

"I'll definitely visit her sometime," Stewart said.

That was his first meeting with Alim. This meeting made Stewart feel a clear liking for the girl, and he always wanted to have more contact with her and get closer to her. Not only did they exchange contact addresses, but he also made a point of going to Baikonur whenever work gave him the chance, hoping to get to know her during his off-duty hours.

In fact, Stewart attended several social events, outings, and travel agency trips hosted by Alim. He

not only exchanged contact addresses but also went on several one-on-one dates. Alim's pure, somewhat childlike, yet righteous character was very attractive to him.

Regardless, he would never allow his planet to crash again. For his duty, for Earth, and for Alim.

Driven by a desire to forget her inner grief, Lisna, like a drug addict, constantly consumed the pleasure derived from masturbation. However, after repeated masturbation, her body felt increasingly unsatisfied. Her body, however, grew even more restless and unbearable, like the frustration of wanting an orgasm but not being able to.

Finally, unable to endure it any longer, she decided to take a more potent drug called "Sex." But hating the Self-Defense Force, she found it difficult to find a suitable partner. Her mind raced, but for some reason, Christian Lillis's image kept appearing.

Perhaps it was because he had helped her at the beginning, or because he had saved her from space, coupled with the growing affection she felt after their conversations. Although Lillis also hated Christian as a member of the Self-Defense Force, she harbored a strange affection for him deep down.

When her physical desires overcame the barriers of reason, Lillis took action.

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...

The reason he wanted to laugh was because Lisna wasn't wearing any clothes, though she certainly hadn't come in naked. She was wrapped in layers of toilet paper, like a mummy. But even with so many layers of toilet paper, her full breasts and firm buttocks were even more prominent.

The beautiful curves of her body, and the toilet paper that could be torn open at any moment, seemed to beckon to him.

"You... why are you dressed like this?" Christian asked nervously.

"I won't wear clothes given to me by bastards for self-defense!" Lisna said coldly.

The hatred emanating from her sent a chill down Christian's spine.

"You were one of the participants in the massacre in District 1, weren't you?" Lisna asked, her eyes flashing with cold light.

"I...I didn't strike directly..." Christian said, a little fearful. What was Lisna doing here? Was she seeking revenge? Did she know the truth?

"Then I want you to make amends. Hug me," Lisna commanded, her breathing becoming rapid.

"What?" Christian asked, surprised.

"Don't you understand? I said hug me, or else all those self-protective bastards are impotent," Lisna said fiercely, tearing at Christian's uniform.

Christian's current status was no different from a dildo used for masturbation. Lisna chose him only because she couldn't find a dildo here. Besides, Christian had previously shown her a lot of affection; if it were to have sex with Christian... no! For her, using Christian as a tool to satisfy her sexual needs was more tolerable.

If it were Jacobson, she probably would have just used a knife to cut his clothes open, skin and all. Oral sex would have turned into biting off his penis. So she had to choose Christian, whom she could still tolerate.

Hatred flashed in her eyes, her breathing became rapid, and her face was flushed with excitement. She roughly tore off the Self-Defense Force badge from Christian's uniform and took off his coat.

Christian was too shocked to react. No matter how you looked at Lisna, she now hated the Self-Defense Forces, yet she was asking him to have sex with her.

Rape?!

In an instant, this thought flashed through Christian's mind. If the roles of the man and woman were reversed, it would be nothing more than a normal rape. But would a woman 'rape' the person she hates as revenge?

And being treated so roughly, the younger brother, who was already having some agitation, couldn't even react. Although the allure emanating from Lisna's body was bold and direct.

"Why don't you react at all? Are all self-defending scumbags like this? Or is my body not attractive enough?" Lisna questioned. What she wanted now was to rape a strong, burly man, not a weak little boy. Although Christian was clearly the latter, she had no choice but to make do for now.

With a 'rip,' Lisna tore open the tissue paper in front of her chest, and a pair of large breasts bounced out.

Shreds of tissue paper scattered in the air.

Stimulated by such directness and audacity, Christian's penis instantly sprang to attention. His body overwhelmed his reason, driven by instinct.

"Don't you hate us? Why are you doing this?" Christian asked, bewildered. He truly couldn't understand Lisna's abnormal behavior.

"I just want a man's body to satisfy me. I want to make love… I want to make love, I want to forget everything, the sadness, the painful memories, the self-hatred," Lisna cried out.

"Please don't do this, it will only hurt yourself," Christian said, suppressing his rising lust.

Lisna's actions would only cause her more pain.

With a 'slap,' Lisna slapped Christian across the face.

"You have no right to pity me! To put it bluntly, I want your penis, I don't care what you're thinking," Lisna said coldly.

She then started to undress Christian again, shouting, "Resist me! Be rough with me! Don't be like a girl, too scared to move. You spineless coward!"

This was rape!

Christian's mind was a mess. Lisna was right, he had no right to pity her, but he did pity Lisna. And he couldn't do anything to make amends or atone. If that's what you want, fine! Faced with her like this, Christian's reason was useless; he could only let his instincts control him.

With a "rip!" Christian ripped the tissue off Lisna's arm; his instincts had been telling him to do it all along.

The man's body had been tempted by this woman's form for a long time. However, it had always been governed by reason, humanity, compassion, and morality.

Now, her words had freed him from these constraints, unleashing the primal lust hidden within him.

As the toilet paper was torn away from Lisna, her white skin was revealed. This further fueled Christian's desire. Grabbing the pair of large breasts he had longed for, he frantically tore at the remaining toilet paper with the other.

"Ugh...ah...you beast, where are you touching?!" Lisna, her breasts being grabbed, cried out in satisfaction at the pleasure she was experiencing after waiting so anxiously for so long. A surge of pleasure coursed through her body, further stimulating her movements.

She forcefully tore Christian's shirt, then bit and ripped the remaining bra apart, revealing his small, thin chest. It didn't resemble a man's chest; rather, it looked like the flat chest of an undeveloped young girl.

Lisna bit down hard on Christian's shoulder, while her hands frantically caressed and rubbed his body.

Lisna felt a violent pleasure. Christian, on the other hand, felt the opposite.

Lisna's large breasts, though large, lacked the soft, supple texture of Yoko's skin, and were less elastic. But they were still very large; she was a woman he couldn't grasp with one hand, soft and yielding, the tender flesh of her breasts bulging between his fingers.

The visual effect was astonishing. Christian's hand moved to the base of her breast, measuring its size. His other hand continued to tear at the toilet paper covering Lisna's body.

"Ouch..." Christian, his shoulder bitten, squeezed the breast tightly.

"Aaaaa...you beast..." The rough action made Lisna scream, releasing her grip. But a row of teeth marks remained on Christian's shoulder.

Seeing the red teeth marks, Lisna felt a surge of triumph and pleasure, her hand then reaching for Christian's waistband. She stroked his already erect member through his pants while simultaneously starting to undo his belt.

Christian lowered his head, licking her large breasts and teasing her hard, erect, light brown nipples. The two slowly floated in the air, and for his own convenience, they changed their position to 69.

Christian's target then shifted to Lisna's most sensitive area. This spot had been teasing his body since their first meeting, and now he could finally break free from the constraints of reason and freely touch it.

The toilet paper wrapped there was already soaked and stuck to the crotch between her legs. Christian's hand caressed the plump mound of flesh through the toilet paper.

"Ahhh... yaa..." Lisna cried out as he violated her. The sound was uncontrollable, a wild cry from her very core.

"Come on!" Christian shouted, fiercely tearing away the last piece of toilet paper from between Lisna's legs.

Then, Christian's vision flashed. A fleshy mound with sparse, golden pubic hair appeared before him. Although he had faced it when Lisna was captured, he hadn't looked closely then due to his reason and pride. This time, however, he was observing it in near-zero distance, frozen in place.

Lisna's genitals were visually more impressive than Miss Yoko's, only the tender flesh inside the vulva and the labia minora were a bit darker. However, the entire vulva was already wet, the labia opening and closing as if breathing, and even some vaginal fluid was seeping out. It exuded a scent that was neither orchid nor musk, tempting Christian.

Faced with this temptation, Christian first licked it extensively with his tongue, tasting the fresh vaginal fluid. She then used her fingers to spread her labia, inserting two fingers at a time to probe and tease.

"Good...ah...ahhh..." Lisna moaned softly from pleasure.

Lisna paused in her actions of undressing Christian, then vigorously removed his trousers and socks. Only his underwear remained, but Lisna, in her intense pursuit of pleasure, was in a semi-frenzied state.

She didn't bother with the tactful removal of his underwear, massaging Christian's penis through it with one hand.

"Ugh..." Christian let out a low moan. Hearing this, Lisna became even more excited, tearing open his elastic waistband with her other hand and then biting it with her mouth.

After biting off her pants, she ripped her underwear in two.

After a long wait, the erect penis appeared before her. Lisna reached out and touched it, feeling its warmth and excited trembling. She massaged it, adjusted its position, and then swallowed it whole. She filled the entire mouth with it.

Inside

her narrow mouth, her tongue vigorously licked Christian's penis.

Although Lisna had considerable sexual experience, she had never been so proactive or wild. The feeling was like raping an enemy, giving her wounded heart a satisfying sense of revenge.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Lisna's small mouth continued its swallowing and spitting motions, her tongue licking and teasing the glans.

But the movements were slower than before, not because she had calmed down. Quite the opposite.

Normally, a woman at this point would feel a sense of being conquered and helpless, because swallowing a man's penis itself doesn't bring pleasure. But what Lisna felt was the pleasure of conquering a man, the pleasure of being the enemy.

She slowly stimulated and teased Christian, who, wanting more pleasure, actively thrust, but to no avail. She wouldn't move her tongue until Christian twisted his waist in discomfort, his penis throbbing with excitement, only then did Lisna resume her movements. She was the one in control of the oral sex, she was the one playing with him, not being played.

However, on another battlefield, Christian wasn't entirely helpless against Lisna's vulva. He pulled back the foreskin of Lisna's clitoris, making it stand upright facing him, and then used his fingers to play with it.

This intense action caused Lisna to let out unbearable cries.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." Lisna's body instinctively emitted cries of pleasure, and her vulva, being penetrated by his fingers, continuously released vaginal fluid towards Christian's face. The fluid balls created by gravity floated a very short distance to Christian's face, leaving drops of liquid that weren't sweat on his face.

"Mmm..." Christian stuck out his tongue and licked the vaginal fluid that clung to his lips. In addition to the clitoris, his fingers continued to tease and knead the vulva. Her entire hand looked as if it had been washed, but with vaginal fluid.

"Ah...ah...ya...ah..." Lisna cried out as pleasure coursed through her body.

"Ugh..." Christian, controlled by Lisna, felt a desire for pleasure that he could only experience a tiny bit of, and moaned uncontrollably.

In the air, the two intertwined bodies continued to caress each other in the 69 position. After a series of teasing and caresses, Lisna changed positions, pressing Christian down between her legs.

"Eat me! You self-defending bastard." Lisna commanded fiercely.

"..." Hearing such insulting words, Christian felt a wave of disgust. His body stopped moving for a moment.

"I told you to eat. Didn't you understand? Scum." Lisna cursed again, slapping Christian across the face once more. His face was filled with contempt and hatred.

Christian reached his hands to Lisna's buttocks, his palms grasping the plump, almost too-to-hold flesh of her buttocks; the soft flesh felt wonderfully substantial when pressed down. He quickly prepared himself, positioning Lisna's genitals against himself.

"...Ha...ha...didn't you eat it already?...Ugh...I want...I want it licked harder..." Christian applied the techniques he learned from Yoko to Lisina. His tongue licked her

labia , his mouth sucked the juices from her vulva, his tongue tip teased and licked inside her vagina, and of course, he circled and gently bit and sucked her clitoris.

"Ah...ah...uh...you shameless slut, all you have is your mouth...you bastard...ah...harder..."

"Faster...faster...uh...ah...I want more..." Lisina moaned and shouted intensely.

Although Christian had performed oral sex on Yoko before, he had only felt lucky, grateful, and blessed then. He was very happy that Yoko allowed him to lick her there.

However, Lisna's insulting words and hostile attitude did indeed humiliate him. Although he submitted, it wasn't just because of Lisna's allure, but more so to compensate for her act of compassion.

Christian's relentless tongue work drove Lisna to a frenzy of excitement, her face flushed, her body trembling, and her cries echoing. The love juices swallowed and the scent emanating from her genitals pushed his body to the brink of ecstasy. But a corner of reason, suppressed in his mind, wondered, "Is this alright? Lisna, is this enough for you?

" "Ah...ah...oh..." The pleasure from her vagina and clitoris surged like a torrent within Lisna's body and mind. This pleasure… this kind of pleasure, only pleasure could eliminate all her negative emotions, only pleasure could make her feel joy.

“Ahhh…” Lisna cried out softly, seeing Christian’s head clamped between her legs, while he frantically licked her genitals. This gave her not only pleasure but also a sense of spiritual conquest.

“Good… ahhh… well done…” After praising her, Lisna, who had been unilaterally enjoying herself, arched her back. She grasped Christian’s erect penis in the air and began to caress it.

“Ugh… ah…” Christian groaned. Although they were in zero gravity, Lisna’s position made it very difficult for her to exert any strength. Christian, who had been instinctively suppressing his desires and diligently serving Lisna with his mouth, finally couldn't hold back after experiencing the pleasure that was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Let me in!" Christian cried out.

"No...don't even think about it...you don't deserve it...ah...ah..." Lisna cried out while refusing. In fact, she wanted it herself, and the pleasure inside her was rising, but she was deliberately making things difficult for Christian in order to humiliate him.

For this reason, Christian stopped performing oral sex on Lisna as revenge.

"You...so...bold..." Lisna, who was enjoying herself immensely, felt like she was being hung in mid-air and could only anxiously watch. She wrapped her legs tightly around Christian's head, forcing his face between her thighs.

Christian, whose nose was pressed against his genitals, was almost unable to breathe. The oppressive breath sprayed onto Lisna's vagina, the warm scent further stimulating her.

"Faster... ah... you..." Unable to achieve pleasure, Lisna twisted her body, dancing lewdly in mid-air. She released Christian's penis, her body now straddling his shoulders vertically. Her hands instead caressed her large breasts, her fingers dancing across them, teasing the erect nipples.

"You dare disobey... ahhh... you bastard... ah... I'll kill you..." Lisna crossed her legs around Christian's neck, her body writhing wildly with pleasure, uttering obscene curses.

Christian, almost unable to breathe, had his nostrils filled with the most alluring scent of women, a unique aroma that excited him intensely. Finally, he gripped Lisna's buttocks tightly with both hands, squeezing and pressing them violently.

"Ahhh..." This blow caused Lisna to loosen her tightly closed legs slightly, letting out a wanton breath.

Taking a deep breath of the strong feminine scent, Christian extended his tongue and licked and sucked her labia wildly, also adding kisses and licking of her clitoris, especially when circling it.

Stimulated in her most sensitive spot, Lisna let out uncontrollable wild moans, an electric-like pleasure shooting through her entire body.

"Ah...good...ahh...how does it feel...like a dog licking me...ah..." Although she wanted to continue saying those mocking words, the waves of pleasure were like whipping her nerves, making it impossible for her to speak continuously.

Although she wanted to put on a mocking and insulting expression, she could only show an instinctive reaction of shame and pleasure, completely out of control of her reason and intoxicated by the pleasure. Especially her brows, which were constantly being clenched, completely betrayed her reaction.

"How about it, do you want it?" Christian asked, his face washed with love juice several times. His breathing became more and more rapid with desire.

"Ugh...in...in...ahh...I want it..." In her heart, she wanted to say some more teasing and insulting words, but her will was no match for her body.

After speaking, her face flushed like the morning sun, realizing how weak she was in the face of pleasure; how much she craved that one thing.

"Okay!" Christian shouted, moving his hands from Lisna's hips to her waist. He thrust his penis into her.

Because her vagina was already incredibly wet, it entered smoothly without needing to adjust the angle.

"Squeak..."

A gush of vaginal fluid sprayed into the air from where they were joined.

"Ahhh..." Lisna's body screamed wildly from the pleasure and fullness she had been waiting for.

Her mind was blank except for the sensations of pleasure and ecstasy.

"It hurts..." Lisna's reaction was to dig her nails into Christian's back and bite his shoulder at the same time, causing Christian to scream.

"You...you..." Christian, writhing in pain, stared at Lisna, but this only brought her greater pleasure, both mentally and physically.

Before Christian could speak or move, Lisna proactively moved her hands to Christian's shoulders and began thrusting in and out.

"Ugh...ah...ah...so good...ah!" Pleasure dominated Lisna's mind; she was enjoying sexual satisfaction on her enemy's body.

Christian cooperated, and when Lisna's hands on his shoulders lifted him up, allowing his penis to withdraw, his hands on her waist pulled her down, allowing his penis to penetrate again.

The two worked together skillfully, performing natural piston-like movements—a special technique only usable in outer space; otherwise, finding someone with such arm strength would be extremely rare.

"...Ugh...ah...ah...ahhh..." The penis thrust in and out again and again, the shaft penetrating her labia, each thrust drawing out a gush of vaginal fluid, small water droplets floating in the air, increasing with their movements. Lisna was completely satisfied with the pleasure piercing her nerves.

The feeling was so thorough and unrestrained, devoid of any emotion or reason, only pure desire for fulfillment.

"Ah...ugh...you bastard, you're not bad either...ahhhh..." Lost in the throes of pleasure, the half-mad Lisna cried out and cursed.

At the same time, she twisted her hips, directing the penis towards the points that would produce even more pleasure; each time it hit its mark, her moans became exceptionally alluring.

"Ah...you...ahhh..." With each thrust, Lisna was slowly brought to the peak.

"Faster, faster...faster...faster..." Lisna urged Christian, but given his position, it was difficult for him to go any faster.

"Those who try to protect themselves are all trash..." Lisna cursed as her pleasure intensified.

Christian, unwilling to give up, retaliated with all his might, increasing the force even though he couldn't go much faster. He not only thrust in with all his might, but also rubbed and rotated forcefully when they were pressed together, giving Lisna even greater stimulation. In response,

Lisna crossed her legs, which had become limp and powerless from Christian's penetration, and wrapped them around his waist for leverage.

"Ah... I'm... I'm... coming... I'm... dying... ahh..." Lisna cried out, feeling a surge of heat gathering in her lower body. Then, centered on her genitals, she began to convulse, waves of pleasure and spasms spreading throughout her body.

Lisna gripped Christian tightly, stopping all movement. Her breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over.

"Ah... I'm coming too..." Christian cried out, feeling the series of contractions and squeezes from her vagina. He was also close to orgasm.

"No..." Lisna screamed frantically, biting Christian hard on the shoulder, leaving long red welts on his back.

"Ah..." Christian screamed as his orgasm subsided.

"Ah...ah...good...good...uh..." Lisna cried out, caught in the waves of orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming all other sensations and thoughts. Her

vaginal fluids flowed, her vulva twitching and trembling.

"Hoo...ah...so good..." Lisna murmured, half-conscious, before her body went limp.

Christian, however, was quite distressed. He was about to ejaculate when Lisna forcibly stopped him. And it even hurt him. Although it allowed him to calmly appreciate Lisna's joyful and unrestrained expression during her orgasm, it was still somewhat unsatisfying.

"...Is that enough?" Christian shook the limp, weak Lisna in his arms.

Lisna, who had been half-drunk, came to her senses.

"You scumbag, you're quite something!" Christian was both amused and exasperated by Lisna's words. She was only enjoying herself, not even allowing herself to climax. She was praising him while simultaneously insulting him.

However, for Lisna, she was using pleasure to numb her emotions. Although she had temporarily forgotten her sorrow, the hatred she felt for herself was difficult to suppress.

"Okay. Again, you can't ejaculate without my permission," Lisna commanded, and once again she began thrusting.

If she could ejaculate this time, that would be fine... but Christian thought, no matter what, this couldn't be considered a stroke of good fortune; 'rape' would be more appropriate.

That night, Christian was "raped" several times, leaving countless scratches and teeth marks on his body from Lisna. He was incredibly lucky that during the final act, Lisna herself couldn't take it anymore, falling into a semi-conscious state, and he finally had a chance to release. However, after being tortured for so long, being able to ejaculate so freely was quite an achievement.

Exhausted and wounded, Christian couldn't sleep at all that night. He thought he could temporarily forget the nightmare of the colony's massacre, but now it tormented him even more.

After showering alone and changing into a new uniform, he silently cleaned the battlefield, but in addition to the aches and pains all over his body, the small wounds were even more agonizing. As he frantically tried to retrieve the lingering fluids and semen with tissues, he couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Lisna.

She was still covered in sweat and dried fluids, but her eyes held traces of tears.

Christian didn't know what it felt like to have loved ones murdered and everything lost. But when his pet died in his childhood, he cried for a long time and grieved for a month. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like if something happened to his parents. Even Yoko or his companions Hans and Jacobson were people he valued deeply. He didn't want to lose any of them.

And if he were to end up like Lisna, with nothing left… Thinking of this, he felt even more sorry for Lisna. In contrast, she used her sexual desires to heal her emotional wounds, which gave him a sense of compensation and comfort.

Finally, after cleaning up the scene, Christian used a warm, damp towel to clean Lissina's body. Although she whimpered, she didn't wake up.

Perhaps her grief was too intense; even faced with the temptation of her body, even when his sensitive areas were touched, Christian remained unresponsive.

Until morning, unable to sleep, Christian held Lissina, providing her with warmth while she was naked.

"Ugh..." The naked Lissina finally woke up. She stared at Christian for a while before regaining her senses.

"Let go! You're nothing but a tool to satisfy my desires. Don't treat me like your woman." Lisna's gentle, sleeping face turned icy as she spoke.

Struggling free from Christian's embrace, Lisna prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up and retrieve a toilet paper mummy costume.

"You're heartbroken, aren't you? So heartbroken that you seek out enemies to satisfy your sexual desires, to suppress your grief. Like those who binge eat after a breakup, but is that a good thing? Won't you feel even more lost afterward?" Christian said calmly.

This struck a nerve with Lisna. She was indeed fully satisfied physically, and hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. But… after waking up, she felt even more sorrow and loss, especially guilty and remorseful for using sex to escape everything.

With a 'slap,' Lisina slapped Christian again.

"Do you even understand how I feel? You have no right to sympathize with me. You yourself are one of the murderers who destroyed everything for me, who killed my family and friends." Lisina had intended to be angry, but for some reason, she was overwhelmed with emotion, her heart aching with sorrow, tears welling in her eyes, her hands clenching unconsciously.

"You hate us, don't you!" Christian said, his voice filled with helplessness and self-reproach.

"Nonsense!" Lisina retorted, her heart almost driven mad by hatred and tormented by pain.

"If I were in that situation, I might do the same as you! It's perfectly normal to hate your enemy, and there's nothing wrong with using sex to release that pent-up emotion. But... but is that really a good thing? If you're stuck in the instinct to pursue sexual desire, or spend your whole life seeking revenge, wouldn't that ruin the rest of your life? Would your family want that for you?

"I don't want that... I... I... Maybe that's childish, but I hope you can find someone who loves you in the future, start a new family, and make new friends. Because... if your life is ruined like this, isn't that another kind of killing? I..." As he spoke, tears welled up in Christian's eyes.

"I don't know! I don't know what to do! I want revenge but I have no power. To forget the pain and sadness, I ended up having sex so hard. I... Waaah!" Lisna screamed, releasing all her pent-up emotions. She

cried uncontrollably. Feeling Christian's concern gave her a place to vent her feelings, a place where no one would comfort her, no one would care for her, and no one would sympathize with her. All

Lisna wanted now was someone she could rely on.

Seeing Lisna's sobs and trembling body, Christian silently pulled her into his arms, hoping to offer her some comfort.

Lisna didn't stop crying until the air was filled with floating tears. Leaning against Christian, she asked, "Why? You captured me, which is like saving me, and you stopped Jacobson and the others from insulting me, and then you cared about me."

The hatred for the Self-Defense Force hadn't disappeared from Lisna's heart; it had just been released through emotional outbursts, transforming the hatred from a powerful, manipulative force into a calm but unwavering conviction. However, she was facing Christian's words; although he was a member of the Self-Defense Force, she couldn't categorize him as an object of her hatred.

“We didn’t know about the military’s massacre beforehand. But when the gas was released, for some reason, I suddenly felt a strong emotion, and the resulting suspicion made me realize the truth about the gas release. Even knowing this, I couldn’t stop it. Hundreds of millions of people were killed before my eyes, and I was on the side of the perpetrators.

“I’m in so much pain, I want to make amends. Just seeing you makes me feel guilty. I don’t want to see you hurt anymore, whether by others or by your own heart.” Christian said heavily, but his hands clenched into fists with emotion, and his body trembled slightly.

“My heart is heavy and in pain too!” Christian roared at the end.

"Then let's comfort each other!" With tears still glistening in her eyes, Lisna coiled naked around Christian's body like a snake.

The Federation forces, having failed to prevent the colony satellite from crashing, were returning at full speed to Luna II for resupply and repairs. Simultaneously, they would reorganize the fleet. Meanwhile, Stewart was also holding a meeting with his subordinates to discuss the future of the war.

Present were his chief of staff, adjutant, intelligence chief, and the three fighter squadron commanders: Gibbs, Hales, and Perry. Besides the changing nature of warfare, fighters were more important than warships; although using fighters to fight the Zaku was extremely difficult, it was currently the only viable method.

"In the previous battle to stop the colony satellite from crashing, our squadron suffered heavy losses," Stewart said somberly.

After deploying the defeated soldiers gathered from Sector One into this operation, only five of the more than twenty ships remained. Three were severely damaged, one was undamaged, and the flagship carrying Stewart himself was only slightly damaged. More than 90% of the fighters were destroyed.

"However, Admiral Reibell contacted me, and he intends to assign me another complete squadron. I hope that this flagship and the rest of you can be included in that squadron as well. But you've all survived a near-death experience, and there's no guarantee you'll have the same chance of returning alive. If you're not willing, I can arrange for you to transfer to other units. I'll transfer to a new squadron myself," Stewart said.

"So be it! I'll fight. What use am I if I can't kill the Self-Defense Forces?" Gibbs said excitedly.

"That's right, we haven't avenged our families or our men yet!" Hals said firmly, though not as excited as Gibbs.

"Although I'm not from the colonies, thinking of the pain of my comrades and the sacrifices of my men, I can't possibly stay alone in a safe place," said Perry, who was from Earth.

The chief of staff, adjutant, and intelligence chief basically held similar opinions.

"Alright, then in the next battle, we'll not only survive, but we'll also give the Self-Defense Forces a good kick in the ass."

Stewart was quite satisfied with his men's high morale despite the battle.

"As for the fleet, artillery battles and formations are no longer of much significance. Although time is limited, after receiving the new recruits, the Chief of Staff still asks you to focus on training in spherical formations and anti-aircraft firepower," Stewart said.

"What's more important is the fighter jets. In addition to using the four-plane squadron tactics I proposed last time, I need to ask you three squadron leaders to strengthen the training of your subordinates, improve their coordination and team spirit. However, this time I will have an additional squadron of fighter jets under my command, so regarding the selection of the commander..." Stewart paused here, thinking about whether to promote a subordinate or request the transfer of personnel.

"Ah! Commander, I just learned that that guy Milley is still alive and is on his way back to his unit," the intelligence chief interjected.

"He's not dead yet?" Stewart asked with surprise. The guy had caused a lot of disciplinary trouble, but his skills were undeniable. And having assumed he was dead in Sector One, it was a relief to know another subordinate had escaped.

"Alright, let him try!" Stewart said.

"That guy really is an unkillable scumbag," Gibbs said happily.

Milley was his subordinate, and although he had caused him a lot of trouble in the past, Gibbs genuinely admired his skills.

"Great!" Hales said. Having one more survivor after a series of defeats was certainly cause for celebration.

"According to the information we received, Milley also successfully shot down a Zaku, and solo at that," the intelligence chief said.

Milley was the most skilled pilot in their squadron, but also the most problematic. He would pursue any beautiful woman, regardless of rank, from sixteen to forty, without question, whether she was a superior or married. Therefore, despite his low rank, he was infamous and known to everyone.

Christian, after his brutal sexual encounter with Lisna, was covered in teeth marks and nail scratches.

However, he then received good news: the captain had granted him, Jacobson, and Hans two days off. This

was because all three Zaku were damaged and needed repair, and considering the fierce fighting of the past week and the upcoming battle... So they were allowed to rest for a while, as there might not be another opportunity like this. Meanwhile, another major event that day was the declaration of neutrality by the Sixth District.

Yoko, however, was so busy repairing the Zaku that she was dizzy and had no time to pay attention to him. And although they weren't exactly lovers, they were at least in a romantic relationship; it was hard to imagine what Yoko would think if she saw his injuries.

As a result, the following day, Christian wanted to rest, but Liss, dressed in a mummy-like outfit covering the entire ship, practically begged and forced him back to his room. They ended up making love all day long, until his legs and back were aching.

And while she wasn't as excessive as before, she was still quite rough during sex; perhaps she was deliberately torturing herself! He used rough methods on Christian, hoping to provoke him into retaliating with equal roughness.

However, the teeth marks and scratches on Christian's body didn't decrease; in fact, they increased significantly.

Over the next twelve days, the Babenhausen returned to the space fortress Solomon for resupply and maintenance. Yoko was even busier, unable to even think about a kiss.

As for Lisna, she seemed finally satisfied after all that, and stopped bothering him.

Christian went alone to his personal communication area within the fortress, where there was a connection back home. After relaying the signal, he could also travel to Earth and other colony satellites.

After communicating with his parents to let them know he was safe and seeing their expressions change from worry to joy, Christian felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He stared at the communication screen for over an hour, still hesitant. Almost twenty days had passed since his last communication with Alim at Christmas. It was a rare long period without communication between them.

But in those short three weeks, the world had changed dramatically: the Self-Defense Forces suddenly declared war on the Federation; Christian had his first battle, his first kill, participated in the largest massacre in history, and had his first woman.

Aerem has never liked politics or military matters, especially given the extreme brutality of the war launched by the Self-Defense Forces this time. As a member of the Self-Defense Forces, how would Aerem view him now? Thinking of this… he hesitated.

But in the end, he still contacted Aerem, because if he waited any longer, according to the schedule Aerem had given him, she wouldn't have time to receive messages. Sitting in his seat facing the screen, Christian felt extremely nervous while waiting for the connection to be established.

"Aerem, it's been a long time!" Christian exclaimed with surprise when he finally connected and saw Aerem appear on the screen. It had been a long time since he'd seen her lovely face. Her black hair and eyes remained the same, and although it had only been three weeks, it felt like three months to Christian.

"Long time no see, you finally have some free time?" Alim said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well! I've been constantly on the platform where soldiers can send private messages home, so I haven't been able to contact you. Sorry!" Christian said apologetically.

"Yeah! You must be very busy! Busy killing people every day, I bet you're having a great time." Alim said angrily. Before they couldn't communicate, she had been worried about Christian's situation, but she also disliked him and even hated him a little.

The methods of warfare launched by the Self-Defense Forces were too terrifying, using nuclear bombs, releasing poison gas, and even dropping a colony satellite onto Earth. Although she knew Christian was just a lowly soldier with no influence over these important matters, she still vented her hatred for the Self-Defense Force on him. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it somewhat.

"No, how could I be happy! I… let's not talk about politics, okay?" Christian pleaded, even using Alim's most common excuse.

"Don't you love talking about ideals? Isn't the Self-Defense Force's independence your ideal? It's a fact that the Self-Defense Force has been independent for a long time. And now, to gain recognition for its independence, it has launched this war of 'greatness and justice'."

Lisna couldn't help but blurt out things she shouldn't have. In fact, she was too agitated. For the past few days, the news on Earth had been dominated by war, especially the footage of the genocide broadcast by the colony's inhabitants, along with their tragic stories.

The colony's crash not only repeated the tragedy on Earth, but the thought of it crashing not in Australia but in Russia, her own home, filled

her with sympathy and helplessness for the victims, coupled with her disgust and hatred for the Self-Defense Forces' brutality. She simply couldn't calmly face Christian, a Self-Defense Force soldier.

"I never thought of that..." Christian said helplessly. When would the haunting nightmare of the genocide finally end?

"How did it feel to kill? How many fighter jets and warships did you shoot down? How many people did you kill with poison gas?"

Alim blurted out, though she immediately felt she had gone too far, but what was said could not be taken back.

"I didn't release any poison gas," Christian said gravely. Even so, he couldn't deny that he was an accomplice, because as a soldier, he had defeated the Federation forces, allowing the military to release poison gas to massacre the colony's inhabitants.

Moreover, every fighter jet he shot down and every warship he sank was also a form of killing. It was just that killing in the name of war was legitimized. Killing for personal gain was a crime, and he would bear criminal responsibility. Killing for one's country is not only legal, but the more one kills, the greater the reward.

However, he didn't join the war for promotion or honor; as a soldier on the battlefield, it's either kill or be killed. Was it right to be so hard on himself for that? But a thorn remained in his conscience.

"I didn't want to… I really didn't want to… I just wanted to protect my country, and in turn, my family and the society I live in… I… I…" Tears streamed down Christian's face as he became emotional.

No! This was too cowardly in front of Alim; a man sheds blood, not tears. Although he was already crying, Christian forced himself to hold back, refusing to wipe away the tears. He simply couldn't speak anymore, otherwise he would break down in tears.

"There's something I've been hiding from you. Because of my poor grades in middle school, I didn't actually go to high school, and I didn't like studying either," Alim continued after a slight hesitation.

"I joined the army, a murderer!" Finally, Alim switched the image to a full-body shot, showing her in a red Federal Army uniform.

Then the communication was cut off.

On the other side of the screen, Alim, though she had vented her hatred for the Self-Defense Forces, also felt a pang of regret. Christian was just a soldier! He couldn't possibly have known about such major events beforehand, let alone prevent them!

She had been blaming him as a representative of self-defense, but seeing the news reports of people losing loved ones in the massacres and the tragic crash of the colony satellite in Australia, she couldn't simply see Christian as a lover and forget his identity as a member of the Self-Defense Forces.

"Alim, you're so annoying..." Alim said, blaming herself.

Christian's heart sank even further. A murderer! Was he just a murderer in Alim's eyes?

In these three weeks, his beliefs had been shattered beyond repair. And emotionally, to satisfy his curiosity and lust, he had betrayed Alim by having a relationship with Yoko. Although for their on-screen romance, this was quite normal. But betrayal is betrayal, and it's undeniable that he'd developed feelings for Yoko. Not just physically, but emotionally too.

"You're the most hopeless idiot in the world," Christian yelled at himself.

"Why? Why?" Christian finally broke down in tears, which he'd been holding back. He cried alone in his private communications room.

Why did war have to take this form? Shouldn't it be the Federation invading to defend itself, and him protecting his country instead? Why was he so far away from Alim, unable to have any real contact? Why had he become an accomplice to the genocide for no reason? Christian helplessly asked these seemingly simple questions.

That day, he wandered aimlessly through the fortress, overwhelmed by self-reproach for no apparent reason.

"Long time no see, Captain." Gibbs, patrolling the hangar, heard a familiar voice.

"You scum, you're still alive?" Gibbs exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Mirei. Although he already knew he was alive, seeing him in person was a different experience.

"Death wants to take my life? Not so easy!" Mirei, usually a playboy and lecher, spoke with a rare, forlorn expression.

"How is everyone?"

Gibbs's face darkened before he said, "Of all my original men, you're the only one still alive."

"You're kidding, right? How is that possible?" Mirei shouted in disbelief.

"When the Self-Defense Forces ambushed us, only two of the 36 survived. Afterwards, we participated in the battle to prevent the colony satellite from crashing. Of the original crew, you're the only one still alive," Gibbs said sadly.

"Damn the Self-Defense Forces!" Milley roared.

"We must kill them all and avenge everyone!" Milley said excitedly.

"By the way, what happened to you when the colony satellite was attacked?" Gibbs asked.

"Back then..." Milley recalled the events of that

day. January 3rd.

Mirei coaxed and tricked a new recruit into switching shifts for him. Then, he relentlessly bombarded Gibbs with words until he finally agreed. So, while everyone else was on duty, he could sleep soundly in bed.

His companion at that time was his one-night stand, whom he had finally managed to rekindle the previous night. During holidays, women who were single or neglected by their boyfriends or husbands were especially lonely. Therefore, he intensified his pursuit of several usually unapproachable, icy beauties. This partner was the result of that effort.

"Hmm! Let's see what's on TV!" To distract himself, Mirei turned on the television.

His sexual partner was a female corporal from another unit, the married Riya. And now, she was performing oral sex on Mirei's penis.

Looking at that usually noble and elegant face, now swallowing and spitting out his large and disgusting member, he felt that the effort he put into choosing the small gift and using all his sweet talk was worthwhile. Not only that, he had also given up other women for her, just for one night.

Under Ria's soft tongue's licking, Mire felt both pleasure and sensitivity. To avoid ejaculating too early, he turned on the TV to distract himself.

"Breaking news! The Self-Defense Forces have just launched an attack on Sector One. And this colony satellite is under attack by the Self-Defense Principality's armed forces. Now, let's switch to... the outside scene." The usual program was suddenly cut off, and the screen showed the Self-Defense Force fleet located at a greater distance, surrounded by Zaku flying around.

"Hey! Stop, look." Mirei pressed Riya's head down, stopping her from performing oral sex.

The two stared blankly at the television screen, watching the escort fleet launch an attack on the Sixth Fleet and the spaceports of various colony satellites.

"Damn it! I have to get back to the ship. How are you?" Mirei immediately got up and started searching for his clothes on the floor.

Riya, however, remained staring blankly at the television screen.

"Husband...husband...I'm sorry! Mirei, I'm still worried about my husband, I need to go find him," Riya said anxiously. Mirei, having been dumped because of this, didn't even have the mood or time to be upset.

"Oh my god...oh my god...ladies and gentlemen...the Imperial Guard has just injected poison gas into Districts 1, 6, and 10 of this colony. Residents in...and in those areas are dying from the gas..." The television footage grew increasingly horrific. The camera showed residents collapsing and convulsing from the gas, while those who hadn't yet inhaled it were frantically fleeing. Reporters reporting from the scene were unable to speak, only screaming desperately.

Then the footage stopped; the camera had apparently fallen to the ground. The lens had captured the cameraman who had just inhaled the gas, gasping for breath and coughing up blood.

"This! Is this true?" Mire exclaimed in disbelief.

"Riya, I'm leaving without waiting for you." Seeing this, Mire quickly put on his underwear and uniform trousers, then grabbed the rest of his clothes and rushed out the door without waiting for Riya. He

finally managed to find a taxi, but it sped away. The streets were packed with people, men, women, and children, all desperately searching for a ride. It seemed impossible to find a taxi. Mire touched the gun at his waist, something that had never had any practical value except for pursuing girls, but now it finally had a chance to be put to use.

Mire spotted a large truck that was recklessly driving around, ignoring the pleas of the residents, and even attempting to stop it with his own body, and decided to take it.

"Stop!" Mire walked into the road, fired a shot into the air, then pointed the gun at the truck. If it didn't stop, he was determined to kill the driver. Finally, after a loud bang, the truck screeched to a halt beside him.

"Do you want to die? Get out of the way!" the driver yelled at him.

Mirei's response was to point his gun at him and say two words: "Shut up!"

Seeing this, many nearby residents rushed over, dumped their goods on the truck, and got into the back.

"Riya, isn't it enough?" Mirei shouted. Although he had a gun, if the truck didn't start moving soon, he'd probably have to shoot someone to get a seat.

"Okay!" Riya rushed out.

"Are you going to the spaceport?" Riya asked anxiously.

"Of course!" Mirei replied.

"Get in the truck!" Mirei urged. At this moment, more people could be seen pouring into this area from other districts, and some people in the distance were already lying on the ground. It seemed the poison gas was truly approaching.

"Mirai, it looks like this is goodbye forever! Thank you for keeping me company all night, but I won't leave until I find my husband. You go first!" Riya didn't wait for his reply and ran off to flag down another vehicle.

"You beast!" Mirai cursed, his eyes fixed on Riya's retreating figure.

"Drive!" Seeing the truck already packed with people, Mirai brandished his gun at the driver. He worried about his companions—Riya, and his other girlfriends—while putting on his clothes in the truck.

When he arrived at the spaceport by tram, it was in complete chaos.

Finding a small boat to return to the ship seemed impossible. Mirai then went to the naval fighter command headquarters to see if they had any spare aircraft.

Fortunately, they were in a situation where they had the aircraft but no pilot. After registering with his unit, Milley was assigned a Thor's fighter jet. His mission was to escort a warship about to depart.

"Good! Self-protective bastards, huh? I'll show you what I'm capable of," Milley said, slamming his hand on the dashboard. The warship he was to escort was now frantically cramming its inhabitants inside.

Then the takeoff order came. Milley and the squadron he had temporarily been assigned to took off, but he had no wingman because there weren't enough men. However, for Milley, being alone was more convenient. As

soon as they entered space, they could see the flashes of fire from battle everywhere.

Dozens of fighter jets departed one after another, and the first ship also sailed out.

"Damn it! They actually dared to release poison gas! Isn't that going to burn down my forest?" Mirei himself couldn't even count how many women he had on the colony satellite—those he'd broken up with, those who were merely sexual partners, those he often spent time with, and even those he'd only occasionally teased but hadn't yet won over.

Of course, he didn't have strong feelings for any of them, but in this situation, most of them would probably die from the poison gas attack. Abandoning a woman and being abandoned by a woman were one thing, but someone else coming to kill his woman was a completely different matter. Mirei, in matters of the heart and in his male pride, absolutely could not tolerate or forgive such behavior.

Sensing the Federation's movement, a squadron of Zaku drones was closing in.

"Free hunting, clear a safe path for the fleet, but don't stray too far from the fleet," the commanding squadron leader ordered.

"Perfect!" Milley said smugly, taking the first flight.

After breaking away from formation, he approached the enemy from the left flank, but after leaving port, Milley realized that the radar was completely malfunctioning, unable to even lock onto the enemy.

The effect of the Mistral particles seemed to be much stronger than during the exercises.

For most people, the absence of radar would be a fatal blow, but Mireille found it much more exciting. With radar, everyone was engaged in long-range aerial combat, and individual skill, while increasing the chances of successful evasion, was essentially useless.

But without radar, when everyone was forced back into close-quarters combat, individual skill became much more important.

Milley's flight path was essentially curved, far superior to those fools who always flew in straight lines. New recruits might be forgivable, but many in the military, far beyond their first or second year of service, were still making this mistake. This revealed a pervasive inertia within the Federation forces. Straight-line flight was far simpler than curved flight, requiring less frequent correction, and the effort put into curved flight under radar detection was questionable in terms of increasing the chances of successful evasion.

Milley's curved flight path was more predictable than random, which, while much harder to hit, consumed more fuel. To achieve both difficulty in hitting and fuel efficiency, Milley constantly fine-tuned his aircraft; his actual flight path wasn't a simple arc, but rather incorporated subtle spirals.

Therefore, when the Imperial Japanese Army (IPA) thought his fighter jet was relatively easy to hit, they were surprised as to why he kept missing.

Facing the three Zaku missiles assigned from the enemy squadron to deal with him, Milley was not afraid at all, though he was somewhat nervous. Eight of his twelve missiles were radar-guided, and as he gradually approached the enemy aircraft, he turned off the missile's targeting system. Rather than letting the missiles fly randomly, he would treat them like arrows, turning off the targeting system and letting the missiles fly in a straight line.

The machine guns of the IPA's Zaku flashed continuously, and the massive 120mm bullets grazed around Milley's fuselage. But Milley remained remarkably calm, pushing the Thor's fighter to its limits and skillfully evading its opponent.

Hitting each other when two high-speed objects pass each other in space is difficult, especially against an unpredictable adversary. But Milley was confident he was a level above that; his flight path appeared traceable but was actually unpredictable. If the enemy, after maintaining a certain distance, fired wildly, they might have a chance of hitting him, but if they aimed precisely, hitting him was impossible. His

primary concern was avoiding a head-on collision with the enemy.

"Here's a kiss for you, you self-protective idiot," Milley said, launching one of his missiles.

Although there was only one missile, the Zaku immediately began evasive maneuvers, simultaneously launching jamming wires and heat decoys. Its skillful maneuvers demonstrated the high level of training within the Self-Defense Forces.

However, this was precisely the moment Milley had been waiting for. While the enemy Zaku focused entirely on the missile, he accelerated his fighter to top speed.

At this moment, Milley's pre-programmed missile detonated itself after the Zaku completely missed its target. Just as the Zaku's pilot breathed a sigh of relief, Milley closed in to near-miss, simultaneously launching three missiles.

The instant the Zaku resumed its search maneuver, the three missiles struck it squarely.

A powerful explosion followed, blasting off its head, the front half of its elbows, and its chest armor. Milley easily dodged in front of the damaged Zaku, unleashing a barrage of machine gun fire on its already damaged chest. The pilot inside the Zaku only had time to scream for help. After being attacked again, the Zaku exploded into a ball of light.

Milley shot down the middle of the three oncoming Zakus and broke through the gap. The Self-Defense Force, whose comrade he had shot down, spun around and attacked him frantically.

"Damn it! Take him down!" The Zaku that had lost its companion instantly caught up from behind.

Milley carefully dodged the gunfire from behind while keeping an eye on the battle. The situation was almost entirely in the Self-Defense Force's favor. Their own fighters and warships were becoming victims of the Zakus one after another.

"Looks like the Zaku's turning radius is comparable to a fighter jet!" Milley didn't plan to turn back, because he couldn't attack until he caught up with the Zaku, while the Zaku could continue attacking him.

"Let's see if this works!" Milley chose a heavily damaged Federation warship and rapidly approached it.

The two Zaku behind him continued to pursue him. Cannon fire constantly flew past his fuselage.

"The Self-Defense Forces are idiots! You can't just shoot randomly and expect to hit anything."

The target Federation warship was still under attack by the Self-Defense Forces and seemed doomed. A few small boats carrying the remaining officers and soldiers escaped. But some of the Self-Defense Forces didn't even spare them, destroying them as well.

"Sorry! It seems you're beyond saving, but at least you can take some Self-Defense Force soldiers with you before you die!"

After bidding farewell to the people on board who were presumably still alive, Milley chose to attack a Zaku that was besieging the ship from behind.

The enemy ship, focused entirely on its front, didn't notice its back. Milley calmly approached from behind and continuously fired its 20-meter cannon at the Zaku's backpack thrusters. The

repeated hits to the same spot caused the Zaku's back to explode. Just as the explosion ended, Milley circled around the enemy aircraft and quickly flew away with his own warship. However, the Zaku was indeed not to be underestimated. Although damaged, it was not destroyed, but it was no longer mobile.

"Damn the Federation!" Determined to avenge their comrades, the Zaku unleashed a barrage of 120mm cannon fire on the Federation warship blocking their path. The enemy was defenseless, and the attackers seemed oblivious to ammunition.

Under heavy attack, the Federation warship exploded at that moment. Two other Zaku were on their way to rescue their wounded comrades. The explosion of the warship's nuclear fusion propulsion engine engulfed all five Zaku, creating an even more violent blast.

"See! This is your just deserts. Hahaha!" Milley laughed triumphantly in his aircraft. For him, this action was extremely dangerous; if the ship had exploded any earlier, Milley would have been the one dead.

However, he had calculated that the two Zaku pursuing him would definitely attack the enemy forces blocking his path, and this was the result of his judgment being clouded by emotions.

If this could be counted as a crash, Milley would have been the Federation's crash king that day! Very few Federation pilots could shoot down a Zaku during a surprise attack, let alone six. Although five of them didn't directly engage, and at least half of their success was due to luck.

The overall battle situation continued to turn against the Federation, with their own ships becoming the spoils of their own victories. They were

either sunk or damaged.

Although Milley fought valiantly, to conserve ammunition, he only managed to shoot down one more Zaku, while his radar-guided bombs were all used up.

After less than an hour of fighting, the outcome was decided: the larger Federation forces had retreated, while smaller groups were successively wiped out by the Royal Navy. Milley, who had been fighting relentlessly, knew that if he didn't leave now, he wouldn't be able to escape.

However, he couldn't find his original unit; those he had initially escorted that hadn't been sunk had escaped. But he couldn't escape in his fighter jet alone; when his fuel ran out, he would die. He juggled the Zaku's frantic hunt for prey while searching for a ship where he could land.

Finally, he chose a Salamis-class cruiser that was leading three merchant ships in an escape.

"Trying to escape? I'll escort you!" Milley communicated with the warship via signal.

The warship, like a startled bird, replied with a signal of "Thank you."

Several other fighters with the same mentality as Milley also flew over, hoping to catch this last lifeline. Judging from the battle situation, missing this opportunity meant certain death. Even if they weren't shot down by the Self-Defense Forces, they would inevitably run out of fuel.

Just as they were about to leave the First Sector, a Zaku squad hunting down the remaining enemy forces approached. It seemed that without eliminating them, escape would be difficult.

The Salamis-class cruiser dispatched all its remaining fighters, simultaneously using flashing signals to contact Milley and others for coordinated attacks.

The result was nine Federation fighters of various types against three Self-Defense Force Zaku IIs. Although it was nine against three, Milley didn't believe that numbers guaranteed victory; they had no joint weapons on hand, so numbers were useless.

Milley didn't initiate the attack immediately because he only had four heat-propelled missiles left.

After his makeshift allies engaged the Self-Defense Forces in a melee, Milley accelerated forward to join the battle.

"I'm sorry, but without someone sacrificing themselves, it's impossible to find a way out in this situation."

After one of the fighter jets was destroyed, Milley saluted from his plane.

"Now, I'll avenge you!" Using the blast radius created by the fighter jet's explosion as cover, Milley charged straight at the Zaku.

Unexpectedly, the Zaku's pilot, who had just shot down one enemy plane, was momentarily stunned by the approaching enemy from the same direction, before quickly aiming his 120mm machine gun at Milley.

However, that brief moment of hesitation was enough for Milley. He preemptively fired his 20mm machine gun at the Zaku, but the shells that hit the Zaku's fuselage had no effect. But that wasn't his target; the Zaku's machine gun was. Although small, the machine gun was unarmored, especially since it used a large, round magazine mounted on top of the gun.

Several machine gun shells pierced the magazine, and instantly the machine gun exploded, blowing the Zaku apart from its legs.

The death of their comrade shocked and stunned the other two Zaku pilots. Milley wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. He abruptly changed the direction of his machine, firing two missiles at one of the Zakus, simultaneously firing a 20mm machine gun barrage.

The extremely close range left the Zaku no time to dodge. As a result, Milley's missile successfully hit the enemy squarely.

"Phew! Good!" Milley shouted from the plane.

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