Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 3

Chapter Two: Operation Lower Britain

"Tired, huh?" Christian caught a whiff of engine oil mixed with Yoko's usual fragrance.

His mischievous urge to tease Yoko and see how soundly she slept fueled his continued assault.

Christian kissed Yoko's face several times, then shifted his focus to her sensitive earlobe, gently nibbling it. His hands naturally moved to her breasts, which he found so alluring.

Disturbed by waves of pleasure, Yoko struggled restlessly. But sleep seemed unwilling to let her go.

However, once it began, a man's rationality was hard to restrain. Although he initially only intended to touch her, by the time he realized it, he had already removed Yoko's top and was teasing her smooth breasts through her bra.

"Ugh..." Yoko involuntarily let out a loud groan, jolting her awake from her dream.

She was still groggy and half-asleep, but felt a pleasurable sensation in her chest.

"Ah..." At that moment, Christian pulled Yoko's pants down to her thighs, his hand caressing her genitals through her underwear.

The electric shock of pleasure instantly snapped Yoko back to reality.

"You...you!" Yoko pinched Christian's ear, both ashamed and angry.

"Ouch! It hurts...it hurts..." Christian cried out, stopping his further assault.

"This is a workplace! Aren't you afraid of being found out?" Yoko blushed with shame, her anger barely contained.

Young men are like that; when they get passionate, they don't care about anything. What if someone finds out? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing? How could he face his subordinates then? Seriously, it's infuriating!

"Who told Yoko to sleep so seductively? It's practically a message telling me not to be polite!" Christian said lazily, removing Yoko's hand from his ear.

"Are you saying I'm bad?" Yoko said angrily.

"Of course. Since you're awake, I won't be polite anymore." After saying that, Christian gave Yoko a thorough undressing in the cramped cockpit.

"No! People will know!" Yoko quickly pushed him away.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely soundproof here." In the blink of an eye, Christian had stripped Yoko down to only her underwear.

Although Yoko wanted to stop him, she was exhausted and had no strength left, plus Christian's caresses had just left her powerless to resist.

"No! What if it shakes?" Yoko pleaded, trying to maintain her last line of defense.

"Indeed, with my strength, I could definitely shake a juggernaut weighing tens of tons. But that's something to be proud of, don't worry about it," Christian chuckled sarcastically. This wasn't a bed, so of course it wouldn't shake.

But his hands didn't stop trying to pull down Yoko's underwear.

"Stop! It's so embarrassing!" Yoko punched him with one hand, while pulling at her underwear with the other. He was

completely disobedient; this was a juggernaut's juggler! If someone found out, and even if he wanted to do it, Christian was determined to strip her naked. Once discovered, there would be no escape, and no way to explain herself.

"I told you to stop. I'm filthy! I'm covered in sweat. If you want to do it, go back to your room first," Yoko said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"You are a little bit, though. You smell very strongly of sweat!" After taking off her clothes, the smell of sweat on Yoko's body became even stronger. But smelling this scent only fueled Christian's lust.

Yoko's face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Yoko's shy expression is cute. Since you're so dirty, let me bathe you with my tongue," Christian said mischievously.

"You...you...I said no...what if someone sees us...ah!..." Yoko protested in a coquettish voice, her face flushed.

"I insist!" Christian finally removed Yoko's last line of defense.

"Ah..." Yoko, now completely naked, trembled all over, thinking about the terrifying possibility of being discovered. In this tense state, her body seemed more sensitive than usual.

"Your body odor is particularly strong today!" In the small cockpit, Yoko's strong smell of sweat, engine oil, and her own natural fragrance mingled together. It didn't smell good, but it triggered a strong reaction in her body.

"You're covered in sweat, so dirty! You need to wash properly." Christian used his tongue to clean Yoko's chest as previously instructed, while his ten fingers transformed into two large spiders, cleaning Yoko's entire body.

"Don't touch me if I'm dirty!" Yoko said shamefully.

This man wouldn't listen to her at all, but exhausted and powerless, she was completely unable to resist the pleasure brought by Christian's tongue, and could only let him do as he pleased.

"Miss Yoko, help me too." The hands that were teasing, stimulating, and manipulating Yoko's body, tormenting her to the point of wanting to cry for help, paused for a moment. He took Yoko's hands and placed them on her tender breasts and secret garden respectively.

"Mmm..." Yoko let out a moan of pleasure as Christian sucked on her nipples. But Christian's hands invaded her body all over, yet he refused to give her a hard touch. This made Yoko's body writhe in desire.

"Ah...ah..." In the end, the uneasy Yoko still gave in from the bottom of her heart. The hands placed on her breasts and garden began to caress and stroke her, bringing her pleasure.

Tears inexplicably appeared in her eyes.

"This must be what they call tears of joy!" Christian teased, his excitement mixed with resentment, as he watched Yoko's expression. Yoko's helpless, submissive look was undeniably alluring.

"You jerk..." Yoko muttered under her breath.

"If anyone finds out, I won't let you off the hook," Yoko vowed, her body throbbing with increasingly intense pleasure. However, this tension of being seen at any moment made her far more excited than usual. So, although her movements and techniques were more traditional, failing to take advantage of zero gravity, the pleasure she experienced was incredibly intense.

"The smell here is especially strong today!" Christian retreated to his lower body, spreading Yoko's thighs apart and looking at her full, wet vulva.

"Ah...no!..." Stripped naked and with her legs spread wide, her gaze fixed on her private parts, Yoko felt exceptionally ashamed today. Just looking at her caused a series of slight tremors in her vagina, and the nectar that had accumulated began to gush out.

"Although Miss Yoko said she didn't want to, she still seems to be enjoying masturbating!" Christian teased even more.

A blush instantly spread across Yoko's fair face, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

"You're so bad...you've become this bad in just a few days..." Yoko's hands continued to caress herself uncontrollably.

"How embarrassing..." Yoko pleaded, her face flushed with embarrassment. She had never before masturbated in front of her lover, who was more than ten years her junior, and against her will.

The thought of the maintenance crew opening the hatch to inspect her sent a surge of heat through her body, and her juices flowed even more profusely.

"Ah..." After savoring the scent of human nectar, Christian teased her erect nipple with his tongue.

"Ahhh..." Yoko cried out in pleasure, her body feeling as if it had been struck by lightning of ecstasy.

What followed was a series of even more intense attacks. Amidst waves of pleasure, Yoko's hands retreated from her lower body to her upper body. Her hands, slowed by the pleasure, rhythmically stimulated herself.

Meanwhile, her lower body was completely occupied by the increasingly wicked Christian.

Christian's nimble tongue and ten slender, woman-like fingers filled every inch of her private area, leaving almost no space.

He pinched, touched, teased, manipulated, licked, stroked, sucked… the list goes on. He employed far more than eighteen martial arts techniques, his skill not quite reaching artist level, not even master level, but at least demonstrating ingenuity and prolific output.

"Ugh… give… give it to Yoko!… no… otherwise I'll lose it first…" Yoko groaned, pleading.

If she could climax first and then get to the main event, it might be even more enjoyable! But thinking about being discovered, she dared not enjoy it properly. Under this sneaky thrill, it was better to finish quickly.

"Okay, then I'll satisfy the director's request." Christian, who had been serving Miss Yoko, also wanted to enjoy himself, so he stopped tormenting Yoko.

"You're so mean, calling me director now." Christian deliberately addressed her by her rank, clearly indicating that he was being disrespectful! It wasn't her own initiative, nor was it half-hearted. If it weren't for Christian, she wouldn't have allowed him to force himself on her like this.

"Here it comes..." Christian entered her without hesitation.

"Ah..." Yoko let out a soft cry, but halfway through, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands.

But perhaps it was fate playing tricks on her! Or was it just her body's instinctive reaction under the fear of exposure? Somewhere on their bodies, they accidentally touched the cockpit canopy switch of the Zaku.

"Click..." The canopy opened.

The fear of being discovered was like lightning striking Yoko's delicate nerves, causing her to tremble and spasm violently. Terrified, she clung to Christian like an octopus.

"Ugh...ah..." Christian couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Yoko's vaginal opening convulsed and writhed deep within, tightly gripping Christian's penis, squeezing it in a way he found incredibly pleasurable.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Their tense breathing mingled together, and amidst the low groans, Christian didn't care about being seen; Yoko...Miss Yoko was simply too beautiful. As for Yoko, while she was terrified, her body became even more sensitive due to the tension.

"Quick...quickly lock it up..." After a while, when no one had noticed, Yoko nervously said to Christian.

"No...no...don't!" Christian protested excitedly.

"Don't tease me anymore, okay? If someone finds out, it'll be so embarrassing..." Yoko twisted her body in protest.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Both of them let out a groan at the same time.

"Miss Yoko is so cute! That anxious expression, that shy and scared look, and those blushing cheeks. It makes me want to tease you. And Yoko's lower body is so tight and narrow, it feels indescribably good. So, Christian can't agree to close the cabin lid." As Christian spoke, he began to use his hands to caress Yoko's smooth breasts and her vulva.

Because her body was in a highly sensitive state, even though it was just a simple technique, the caresses triggered unparalleled pleasure. In an instant, a huge wave of pleasure surged through Yoko's body, rushing deep into her brain, leaving her mind blank.

"Ah...ah..." Yoko desperately pressed her hands to her mouth, but the soft moans that escaped from between her fingers, born of her unbearable restraint, were incredibly alluring.

"No...you're clearly bullying me...you only need to zip up your own zipper. But you've stripped me naked. If someone finds out, I won't even be able to escape. How will I ever face anyone again?" Yoko pleaded in a pitiful voice.

"So cute...but this makes me want to bully Yoko-neechan even more." Christian looked at Yoko's ashamed and uneasy expression, his face burning with unbearable lust. It only made him more unable to resist.

"No..." Yoko hissed.

Christian disregarded everything and began a piston-like motion that plunged him into a hell of pleasure.

"Ah..."

"Ah...ah..."

"You..."

Intense pleasure spread from the peach blossom garden throughout her entire body. Christian's hands and tongue attacked Yoko's entire body, leaving no place untouched. Yoko enjoyed wave after wave of orgasms; it was so amazing! Her mind could only try to suppress her reactions under the instinct of shame, but the wonderful pleasure was like a surging wave, washing away all her restraint and dignity.

And these suppressed moans and groans, though intermittent and indistinct, only gave Christian an unparalleled sense of conquest.

"No..." Yoko cried out in unbearable pain. Her voice was so loud that even though she covered her mouth, it was still clear enough for anyone outside to hear her. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, her lower body gushed forth with fluids. The gush of vaginal fluid, the very fluids Yoko so admired during sex, not only filled the cockpit but also began to spray outwards.

Yoko struggled and twisted desperately, trying to close the hatch herself. But Christian's penetration had left her weak, and she could only tremble with each wave of pleasure.

"Why is the hatch open? Ah… who's had an accident?" a voice came from outside.

Yoko's vision blurred instantly; fear made her instinctively cling to Christian, preventing him from moving any further.

However, her hands weren't covering her mouth, making her almost scream.

Christian quickly pressed his hand to Yoko's mouth.

Although he had stopped thrusting... But this stimulation pushed them both to their limits. Christian felt a surge of heat in his lower body, ready to erupt no matter what he did. Yoko was also doomed; the trembling of orgasm had begun, and she felt the nectar deep within her body reaching its explosive point, as if she had ascended to heaven.

Yoko desperately used her eyes to tell Christian to close the cabin lid. Although that would reveal their intimacy inside, undoubtedly a blatant attempt to cover their tracks, it was still better than being caught in the act.

Christian shook his head helplessly; it wasn't that he didn't want to, but the intense excitement within him made him completely immobile.

"Snap..." The maintenance crew member seemed to have stopped outside the fuselage.

This sound was also a sign of the dam breaking; Christian ejaculated violently into Yoko's body. Yoko's vaginal fluids also flowed out, her trembling genitals bringing her extreme pleasure.

Yoko felt a low, resentful sadness at being discovered. At the same time, the orgasms she experienced seemed endless.

"I'm exhausted... just pretend you didn't see it." The maintenance worker outside, due to his angle, didn't see the two inside and kicked the hatch shut.

"Ah... ahhh..." Yoko, having escaped unscathed, cried out loudly inside the cabin. After enduring so much, this moment was undoubtedly the most exhilarating. A surge of pleasurable electricity coursed through her body.

After the climax had passed, Yoko was still immersed in the afterglow of happiness; the pleasure she had just experienced was truly unforgettable. Her face was still flushed, and the sweet feeling was indescribable.

"How was it?" Christian asked, kissing her cheek.

"It was incredibly good," Yoko replied happily.

But then, she mustered all the remaining strength in her body, clenched her fists, and punched Christian hard.

"It hurts...it hurts...stop..." Christian screamed, begging for mercy.

"You're going to die. You've learned to be so bad in just a few days. What will happen if people find out? What will happen? You scumbag, you bad guy, you pervert, you idiot, you super stupid Anna!" Yoko beat and cursed, giving Christian a blatant humiliation.

The inhumane scenes from the news reports replayed on the screen again and again.

"Tell me it's fake...who told me it's fake...no...it can't be real..." Lonely in the room, Lisina let out a heartfelt sob.

"Dad...Mom..." Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

Friends she'd known since school, comrades who'd shared joys and sorrows in the military, even her beloved pets. And her boyfriends, though their time together was short, who were always by her side.

"It's all gone... Waaah... Was everyone killed? Is everything gone?... No, it can't be!" Lisna, consumed by despair, wailed repeatedly. Had

the world she'd always lived in been shattered overnight?

"Waaah... Waaah... Aaaah..." The mournful cries echoed endlessly in the room.

"Ouch...it hurts so much!...Miss Yoko is terrifying when she's angry!" Christian looked at the various marks left on his body by teeth and nails. Fortunately, Yoko hadn't held back; they were just superficial marks, but the pain was excruciating.

He had just taken Yoko, who had fallen asleep halfway there, back to her room, then woke her up and gave her a bath. Now Christian needed to rest himself.

"Ouch...ouch..." Christian heard a woman's sobbing.

Looking up, he saw Lisna curled up in front of his room.

"Miss Lisna..." Christian rushed over.

Seeing him return, Lisna straightened up. Her blue eyes were already red from crying, and her face was covered in tears. But her expression was extremely firm.

"I need to talk to you. Can I come into your room? It's very important." Lisna stared intently at Christian, her request more of an unyielding command.

"Alright, let's go in first!" Christian noticed her unusual expression and quickly pressed the room's keypad.

Once inside, Lisna took out the small communicator she had stolen from Christian earlier.

"You...when did you take it?" Christian exclaimed in surprise.

"I've seen all the records and news reports inside. I'm asking you, is it true that the Self-Defense Force used poison gas to massacre space colonists?" Lisna's tone was resolute, leaving no room for delay or evasion.

Lisna's face was filled with pain and sorrow; she wanted to deny the known facts. A glimmer of hope lingered on her despairing face, a hope that it was all a lie. It was the last hope she could cling to.

Looking at her, Christian was at a loss for words. His hands clenched unconsciously into fists. What could he say? That he was the murderer?

"Stop pretending you don't know. You can't not know. Tell me!" Liz screamed, shaking Christian violently.

"It's true... I saw it during the battle. The Marines were responsible for releasing poison gas on undamaged colony satellites. And for the colony satellites whose outer walls were damaged by tactical nuclear weapons, there was absolutely no rescue effort." Christian said with difficulty, each word a struggle, feeling like a murderer every time he spoke of it.

"Scum... demons... you inhuman beasts!" Lisna cursed fiercely, slapping Christian hard across the face.

Christian had time to dodge her, but faced with such a strong accusation from the bottom of her heart, he had no way to defend himself and silently endured the slap.

Christian felt a burning pain on his face from the forceful slap.

"No. I didn't release the poison gas... someone else did it. I didn't mean to..." Christian blurted out instinctively. This wasn't just his excuse; it was also his way of saving himself. He didn't want to be seen as a murderer. Although he wasn't the one who actually did the poisoning, Christian was still part of this group of killers.

Moreover, his heroic actions were, in fact, aiding the military in a massacre.

Only by shifting the blame onto those who directly carried out the acts could Christian escape the condemnation of his conscience.

"Nonsense! You're all in cahoots. Despicable bastards... You can slaughter without hesitation for the independence of your own country, are you not human beings, fellow space colonists? Don't you have any humanity? You beasts!" Lisina accused him with a bitter tone.

"I didn't want this, I never thought it would turn out like this?" Christian said blankly.

"Give me back my father, my mother, and my friends and companions? Give them back to me?" Lisna, in a semi-mad state, kept hitting him.

Christian calmly accepted everything. He couldn't understand how deep Lisna's grief was; he had just stepped out of the sea of self-blame. He was immediately pushed back in. The more pain the person in front of him was in, the more guilty he felt.

"It's all gone, everything is gone. Everything..." Even her last hope was shattered, and she broke down in tears.

Christian wanted to say something to comfort her, but... but what could he say? As the perpetrator, words of sympathy would only make her more heartbroken and resentful.

Christian held Lisna in his arms.

She offered no resistance; her sobs were utter hysteria. There was no longer any regard for decorum or self-respect; she was simply releasing her grief.

Lisna's weeping lasted a very long time, so long that Christian couldn't even say. Her cries gradually subsided and deepened until she was physically and mentally exhausted, and she drifted off to sleep with a broken and sorrowful heart.

What had I done? The justice Christian had always believed in had not only collapsed, but had become an absolute evil that harmed billions of people, including Lisna.

"Or is it that our justice is built on the sorrow and despair of others?" Christian murmured bitterly to himself.

"What kind of justice is that?" Christian growled, suppressing his emotions. Looking at Lisna, who had cried herself to sleep but whose face was still filled with sorrow, he felt not only sympathy but also increasing self-reproach.

He had seen many news reports about the corruption and bribery of high-ranking officials in the Federation, and frankly, like most of the Self-Defense Forces, he thought these officials were all the same kind of trash. And it was these same people who repeatedly sanctioned and isolated the Self-Defense Forces.

The Self-Defense Forces' move to fight for recognition of independence could be seen as a final resistance against nearly twenty years of oppression. For them, it was a just act to reclaim their self-respect and fight for equal status.

But why was it like this? The responsibility lay not with those officials, but with the innocent people.

The military's methods were simply too cruel and ruthless.

After Lisina fell into a deep sleep, Christian couldn't sleep. He was consumed by self-blame and guilt all night.

It wasn't until tomorrow became today, and Lisina in his arms woke up, that he felt better.

"Are you feeling any better?" Christian asked worriedly.

Lisina, still groggy from just waking up, was momentarily disoriented.

But as she regained consciousness, she also remembered everything she had lost. In her extreme grief, after losing everything she loved, only hatred welled up within her! Hatred! Hatred!

"I don't need your crocodile tears! You scum of the Self-Defense Forces!" Seeing Christian's uniform, all her hatred erupted.

"You all better die!" Lisna shoved Christian aside and stormed out.

Left alone, Christian felt only helplessness and sorrow.

At noon that day, the Federation's main fleet, which had departed from Luna II Fortress, finally arrived at the battlefield. Over three hundred new ships joined forces with the remaining fifty or so vessels and launched another attack.

The Self-Defense Forces also mobilized fully to fight back, even canceling rest days.

Hundreds of ships simultaneously deployed their fighters, forming a cluster of thousands of points of light. This light screen was comparable to the star cluster at the center of the Milky Way, only it was artificial.

The entire Steiner squadron, including Christian, was deployed, but because their squadron had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, their primary mission this time was rear-area air defense.

"Luckily, we made it in time!" Hans said, looking at the increasingly impressive numbers of the Federation forces. His Zaku was only repaired at the last minute thanks to the efforts of Yoko and the maintenance crew.

"Yeah! This is really..." Christian replied, looking at the enemy forces before them. The Federation's numbers were truly unfathomable; it seemed no matter how much they fought, they wouldn't decrease.

"They're here!" Jacobson announced to them.

Over a hundred enemy ships simultaneously launched missiles—large, long-range anti-tank missiles. The total number exceeded a thousand.

"Hey…this can't be…" Christian stared at the terrifying scene before him, images of horrifying mushroom clouds from documentaries flashing through his mind.

Meanwhile, the defensive side launched hundreds of intercepting missiles.

Watching the astonishing spectacle, everyone's heart pounded.

"Ah…" In an instant, the two waves of missiles collided, and hundreds of large orbs of light appeared ahead, then increased to over a thousand.

This dazzling light was more blinding than sunlight, temporarily turning the pitch-black universe into daylight.

"It really is a strategic nuclear weapon..." Christian exclaimed in shock. Fortunately, the power of nuclear weapons in space is much lower than on Earth, but the sight of thousands of nuclear weapons exchanging blows still sent chills down people's spines.

"Ugh..." Christian swallowed hard. Nearly a hundred Federation missiles broke through the interception and continued to rush towards the Self-Defense Forces.

The Self-Defense Forces launched a second round of interceptor missiles.

This time, the two batches of missiles exploded into another ball of light at a closer distance. However, four or five missiles were still not intercepted and rushed into the Self-Defense Forces.

"Aaaaah..." In fear, the entire fleet's anti-aircraft guns and the machine guns of the Zaku swarm fired at the missiles with all their might.

Even Christian, Hans, and Jacobson, who were outside the effective range, instinctively fired towards the missile.

However, one last missile struck the colony satellite, blasting a large hole in its already beehive-like outer wall. Simultaneously, two warships and a few Zaku were engulfed in the blast's light.

"Are we alright?" Hans, just recovered from the nuclear attack, asked.

"We weren't hit, we'll be fine!" Christian replied.

"I mean the radiation! At least two thousand nuclear missiles exploded simultaneously." Hans's voice trembled.

"Our Zaku is nuclear-resistant, so it won't die immediately. But maybe we'll all die of cancer in our middle age instead of in our later years! But let's worry about that decades from now, once we're alive!" Jacobson said, trying to sound calm.

On the Federation's side,

Stewart's opinion was that it was indeed unworkable. Due to the immense power of strategic nuclear weapons, they needed to be attacked from a distance, which gave the Self-Defense Forces ample time to intercept them. It seemed that fighter jets equipped with tactical nuclear weapons would still have to be used for anti-ship attacks.

This time was different; Admiral Deem's fleet carried nuclear weapons, and in considerable numbers.

"You scum of the Self-Defense Forces, this time you'll taste the power of a nuclear bomb!" Stewart gritted his teeth. Unfortunately, there was no time to present his newly developed squad tactics to the higher-ups. And even if he did, there wouldn't be enough time for training.

"Alright! We'll join the battle too." Even after a long period of fighting, he refused to stay in the rear.

"Huff... huff..." Christian listened to his own deep breathing and the deep breathing of his teammates transmitted through the communicator.

Thousands of points of light were surging towards them; the number of enemies was greater than ever before. The Federation fleet behind them was divided into two groups: half spinning tops and half squares.

The former followed closely behind the fighter jets in their advance, while the latter engaged in long-range artillery combat to block the Self-Defense Forces' activities.

The various combat groups of the Self-Defense Forces also assembled into a spherical formation. All Zaku and fighter jets were deployed. A

battle erupted between the vanguard of the Federation fighter jets and the mobile combatants of the Self-Defense Forces who were engaged in the counterattack. The light generated by the battle was dense and large.

"Wow..." Christian was slightly surprised when he saw the light, which was different from usual.

"It seems that the Federation has also deployed tactical nuclear weapons this time!" Jacobson, who was much more experienced, said with certainty.

As the battle drew closer to their location, Christian zoomed in on the image captured by the viewfinder to its maximum. The Zaku, which had always been a source of pride for the officers and soldiers for its heavy armor, could be blown to pieces with a single hit under the attack of tactical nuclear weapons.

"...Hey! This is terrifying!..." Hans said fearfully, watching the attack his troops were under.

"Ugh..." Christian responded softly. He had been saved countless times in battle by the Zaku's thick armor. If being hit by a missile meant certain death, he would have died countless times by now.

"This is karma. Who told us to use nuclear weapons first... But this time, we can't let them hit us, or we're dead. You two better watch out!" Jacobson said with a hint of self-deprecation.

Indeed, the Federation's control over nuclear weapons was much stricter than its control over nuclear weapons. All nuclear weapons in space were concentrated on Luna II, and they could not be used arbitrarily without the order of the Federation Congress. Conversely, the Self-Defense Forces not only refused to abandon nuclear weapons but also intended to use them for preemptive strikes, aiming to achieve maximum results before the Federation could use nuclear weapons.

The Federation's thinking on nuclear weapons was rooted in the Cold War era: "If I don't use them, neither can you." But the Self-Defense Forces believed that if they didn't use them, they might as well, especially since the Federation's self-imposed constraints made the military leadership see an opportunity.

"This is truly self-inflicted harm. If everyone refrained from using nuclear weapons, we would have the advantage. What's going on in the minds of those in power? What the hell? They're taking any measures without considering the consequences for short-term gains,"

Christian complained. However, perhaps the military's decision to deploy poison gas to massacre civilians in order to strike the enemy was abnormal from the start.

Christian couldn't help but give Jacobson a self-deprecating bitter laugh. It was he, a lowly soldier, who was bearing the consequences of the mistakes made by his superiors!

At this moment, the Federation's fighter jets broke through the interception ahead and attacked their area.

"Alright, everyone listen up! You must hold each ship to the death, or we'll have nowhere to go. The lives of our comrades on board are in our hands, so you all must perform well." Captain Steiner gave them his final encouragement before the Mistral particles rose to the point of interfering with communications.

No matter how many crimes the Self-Defense Forces had committed, Christian was determined to fight for the chance to survive with his comrades. He was willing to atone with his death; that was enough for the higher-ups to do. Having made this decision, he piloted his plane towards the Federation fighters.

Jacobson, Hans, and Christian met the enemy with a concentrated three-plane attack. After breaking through the friendly forces ahead, the Federation's battle formation was completely scattered, and the scattered enemy soldiers were caught in their crossfire. All of them were annihilated as soon as they appeared.

But after shooting down eight or nine enemy planes, a small squadron of enemies finally arrived. Six enemy planes attacked in two squadrons, one in front and one behind.

After a burst of fire from the three, they shot down the three in front, but the three enemy planes behind successfully launched missiles at them.

"Scatter!" As Jacobson shouted with all his might, the three immediately scattered, dodging while desperately firing harassing decoys. Christian fired continuously at the missiles, and luckily, he shot down all the ones aimed at him.

But Hans and Jacobson were not as lucky. The missiles exploded around the two of them, but because they did not hit directly, they did not damage the Zaku. But…

one of the missiles exploded into a large ball of light next to Jacobson—a tactical nuclear bomb.

“Jacobson…” Christian called out anxiously, but instinctively felt that Jacobson had successfully escaped.

Sure enough, Jacobson’s machine reappeared behind the ball of light.

“Christian, Hans, it seems the Federation fighters only carried a small number of tactical nuclear bombs. Only two or three per plane. Be careful!” Jacobson said nervously.

Then flashes of light continued, and an enemy plane approached at close range, bombarding the distracted Christian with its 40mm cannon. He quickly turned his Zaku to retaliate.

In this direct exchange of fire, Christian, relying on the Zaku's thick armor and heavy firepower, emerged victorious; the enemy plane exploded into a fireball right next to him. However, his aircraft still had several small holes punched in it.

"Thank goodness..." Christian thought fearfully, once again saved by this Zaku.

The Federation's fighting spirit was higher than ever before, driven by the greater cause of protecting Earth. Although their technology and weaponry were inferior to the Self-Defense Forces, the Federation forces continued their relentless advance.

The Self-Defense Forces also proactively dispatched Zaku squadrons to attack the Federation fleet, but Christian and his men were almost at their limit just dealing with the immediate defenses, and could only ignore the overall situation on the battlefield.

"Jacobson and Shel's squadrons, move to the rear to cooperate with the ships in anti-aircraft operations. Don't let the enemy escape with a single aircraft," Captain Steiner instructed amidst the chaotic battle.

Squadron Leader Steiner, along with his personal squadron and Scherer's squadron, were responsible for the outer perimeter, launching attacks on enemy aircraft as soon as they were spotted. Jacobsen and Schell's squadrons were positioned at the rear, to handle any enemy breakthroughs. However, their operations were confined to the area around four ships—the Babenhausen, Degendorf, Grisbach, and Starlight—to coordinate with anti-aircraft fire.

For the next two hours, the Federation's wave attacks never ceased. They destroyed five or six waves of Federation fire, but all four Vushals sustained multiple hits, though all were minor. However, of the squadron's twelve Zaku aircraft, three were severely damaged: Hans Zaku's right arm, Schell's head, and Leopold's right leg. However, the battle situation did not allow them to return to the ship for repairs.

"Christian, how many times has this happened?" Hans, exhausted and sweating profusely from continuous fighting, asked weakly.

"Who knows?" Christian replied. Just now, they were only focused on firing continuously, who had time to count? Sometimes there were dozens of enemy planes, sometimes only three or five. How could anyone keep track?

"I'm about to die from overwork!" Hans complained.

"It's better than getting hit squarely and going straight to hell!" Christian said helplessly, he was also exhausted! But at least they were still alive, and so far no one had died in battle, which was almost a miracle.

"How's it going on your side?" Taking advantage of a break in the fighting, Sher's squad approached. The one asking the question was Klassen, the only red-hot member of the squadron.

"One foot in hell. The body isn't dead yet, but the body is dying first, I'm exhausted!" Christian replied wearily.

"I'm almost at my limit too!" Klassen tried to sound cheerful, but his voice lacked energy.

"'Almost at your limit!' I can't believe you have time to masturbate in the middle of a fierce battle! Going to climax?" Squad leader Jacobson, though exhausted, didn't miss the chance for sexual harassment.

"I still have bullets in my machine gun, want to take a 'shot'?" Klassen retorted with a sharp edge, this time showing a noticeable increase in energy.

"How could 'one shot' take down this bastard? It would take at least three, five, seven 'shots' to finish him off," Hans said with a laugh.

These off-color jokes helped maintain morale.

"The enemy should be almost defeated by now!" Christian said, looking at the distant Federation fleet. The enemy fleet, which had been continuously sending out and recovering fighters, had stopped sending out new groups.

"But what's coming next is probably the largest one yet," Hans said, looking at the last enemy group engaged in outer combat. The number was truly astonishing!

"They're here!" Jacobson exclaimed.

Simultaneously, both squadrons dispersed in front of the four Vultures, preparing to engage.

The cluster of lights, having broken through the outer defenses, approached; this time, their number exceeded one hundred. Gradually, the light points materialized into the shapes of fighter jets, and after a brief respite, the battle resumed.

Steiner and Sheresh's squadrons, facing such a massive enemy formation, dared not engage head-on. They attacked from the left and right flanks respectively, attempting to scatter the enemy.

Meanwhile, dozens of enemy planes in the lead charged straight at the four Vulture ships.

"Go!" Following Jacobson's command, they coordinated with Sher's squadron to intercept them.

The six Zaku's machine guns fired continuously, hitting more than ten enemy planes in succession. Close combat then ensued.

Christian saw a series of flashes before his eyes as Federation fighters simultaneously launched missiles. Over a hundred missiles rained down upon them. He immediately began evasive maneuvers and launched decoys, hoping in his heart that there wouldn't be any tactical nuclear missiles among them.

Christian's body resisted the powerful G-forces, pushing his machine to its maximum speed. Jacobson, Hans, Sher, Klassen, and Conrad did the same.

Missiles exploded one after another around them.

At that moment, a bright light flashed in front of them, and the explosion of a tactical nuclear missile swept Conrad of Sher's squad into it, the powerful blast turning the Zaku into scattered fragments.

Steiner's squadron suffered its first casualty since the start of the war.

"Ah..." Before Christian could even have any emotional reaction to this, he faced the same fate. Although he dodged and hit several missiles, the remaining four finally arrived. At the last moment, Zaku fired two more shots from its machine gun, but...

Christian spun his machine around, using the shoulder shield on his left arm to block them, praying in his heart that it wasn't a tactical nuclear bomb.

After a powerful tremor, Zaku was hit.

Christian checked the damage to Zaku with fear. If it was severely injured, he might not even have time to escape and would die in the next second in Zaku's explosion.

Two missiles struck him, one in the chest and the other in the left waist. The chest missile was blocked by his armor and remained undamaged. However, part of the skirt armor on his left waist was destroyed.

Christian, relieved, immediately activated his Zaku and retaliated against the Federation's fighter group.

He fired at the nearest Swordfish, destroying it with a few bullets. He then changed direction, strafing and shooting down another Thor Eitz fighter.

Afterwards, two Swordfish appeared in a small group and attacked. The one in front fired four missiles at him. Christian activated his reverse thrust, brought it to a sudden stop, and then, using the remaining force, began a backward maneuver to evade the missiles.

Just as he was about to counterattack the Swordfish ahead, enemy planes providing cover from behind charged forward to intercept his attack. Christian swung his Zaku with his left hand, firing three shots at the enemy plane, instantly obliterating it.

The enemy plane that had escaped with the cover of its comrades was not spared from Christian's remaining attacks. It was severely damaged amidst the flashes of red bullets.

In an instant, three planes were shot down and one was damaged. Today's situation was much better than usual training and previous battles.

Christian couldn't help but wonder if this was due to experience or just exceptionally good luck!

However, he didn't have time to think about it further, because more than ten Federation fighters were already heading towards the four Vulsal ships.

"Miss Yoko..." Christian thought of Yoko on the ship and felt a surge of anxiety. He piloted his plane at full speed to pursue the enemy aircraft.

The most experienced Jacobson also managed to shake off the enemy planes and joined Christian in the pursuit.

Christian aimed at the enemy formation ahead and fired. After a burst of fire, one of the enemy planes exploded into a fireball.

"One... thirteen left." Christian looked at the number of remaining enemy planes, and the enemy was getting closer and closer to the four warships, including the Babenhausen.

After another round of firing, another plane was shot down.

"Two now," Christian muttered.

Then he shot down a third.

Today, he had an inexplicable feeling. The more dangerous the situation, the more accurately he could guess the enemy's intentions, and he could easily grasp the distance between the two sides, accurately calculate the lead, and shoot down the enemy plane in one fell swoop.

"What's wrong with this kid? Is he possessed by a ghost!" Jacobson watched Christian's continuous shooting and was also surprised by his sudden increase in accuracy. Although Jacobson was also shooting desperately, he had only damaged one plane and had not destroyed any of them.

Seeing this, six of the Federation's pilots turned left and right to counterattack.

Christian ignored the enemy's counterattack and left it to Jacobson to handle. He continued to pursue the enemy planes that were still trying to attack his own ships at full speed.

Of the four escort ships, the enemy chose to attack the USS Babenhausen, which was of utmost importance to Christian. The four escort ships opened fire on their anti-aircraft guns to defend themselves, and the enemy planes finally closed to within striking distance of missile launch.

However, time was running out for Christian to shoot down all four enemy planes.

Under the escort ships' anti-aircraft fire, another enemy plane was destroyed.

Christian also damaged one, but he had no time to fire a few more shots, and simply let the damaged Federation fighter escape.

But the remaining two enemy planes finally launched their deadly anti-ship missiles.

"Is it no use... Miss Yoko?" Christian shouted, watching the missiles.

"Go!" "A bastard of the Self-Defense Forces." One of the enemy planes made a sound.

Christian, hearing the other plane "speak," locked his machine gun on the two anti-ship missiles fired by that enemy plane.

With two consecutive shots, Christian successfully shot down both missiles.

However, two missiles were fired from another enemy plane. Although the Barbenhausen avoided one, the other destroyed the ship's turret.

Knowing that Yoko was safe, Christian relaxed from his tension. But the image in front of him suddenly blurred.

Christian opened the visor of his helmet and found that he was covered in sweat, and even the visor was blurry.

Immediately, he checked the battle situation again. Although more than twenty enemy planes remained, the Federation forces seemed to have run out of missiles and began to retreat on their own. The Federation fighters engaged in combat with Steiner and Sherrell's squadron also began the same maneuver.

"Phew, we're saved..." Christian, relaxing, slumped into his seat. He had survived once again, and more importantly, he had protected Miss Yoko.

Jacobson and Sher's squadrons regrouped.

"That was close! Anna, how did you manage to hit so many targets?" Jacobson asked, puzzled.

"I don't know..." Exhausted, Christian replied, no longer in the mood to correct Jacobson's address. He himself didn't understand why he was so lucky, always predicting his opponents' moves.

With the attack over, the Federation's fighter fleet had suffered heavy losses. While the air raids continued, the naval bombardment never ceased. Although the Federation fleet launched repeated attacks, the Japanese escort fleet continued its retreat.

Most importantly, without radar guidance, the accuracy of the artillery fire was extremely low. The outcome of the war depended on the combat effectiveness of the forces on both sides, and the Japanese escort's Zaku was superior to the Federation's in firepower, maneuverability, range, armor, and pilot quality.

Therefore, before the naval artillery duel could produce a result, the Japanese escort's Zaku group had already defeated the Federation fleet. Although more than ten ships were lost, over a hundred Federation ships were destroyed. This loss forced the Federation forces to retreat.

The fiercest battle of Operation Britain had come to an end.

Christian and his men were finally able to return to their ships for repairs and rest.

According to the extent of damage, Hans, Jacobson, and finally Christian returned to their ships in that order. Although collision protection nets were in place, Christian landed successfully without needing to use them.

Upon landing, Yoko, wearing a spacesuit, immediately floated over. Seeing her approach, Christian quickly opened the cockpit hatch.

The moment he opened the hatch, Yoko pounced on him. She hugged Christian tightly, but Christian felt nothing. He couldn't smell Yoko's fragrance, and her soft, warm body was blocked by the two spacesuits, leaving him without any joy of touch.

But Christian felt an extraordinary joy of survival; the struggle he had just endured had allowed him to return to Yoko's side once again.

Yoko pulled the phone cord from her helmet and lifted Christian's helmet, saying, "Welcome back."

Yoko's voice was joyful and touched, and a few tears floated on her face beneath the helmet.

"What's wrong?" Although he couldn't enjoy the joy of physical contact, Christian still held Yoko in one arm.

"I was so worried. I've never seen so many Federation troops before, and when I heard people had died, it almost gave me a heart attack." Yoko's voice revealed the panic and anxiety she had just felt.

"But I came back alive, and I protected this ship. So don't worry anymore," Christian comforted her.

"...Ugh...Ugh...Yoko, you're so useless! You're so much older than me, yet you cry so easily." Tears still glistened in Yoko's eyes.

"No! It's cute! Yoko looks even younger than me!"

"Sweet-tongued." Yoko playfully punched Christian, snuggling into his arms, completely disregarding her subordinates' opinions.

Seeing Yoko's comforting expression, Christian couldn't help but think of poor Lisna, who had lost everything, and Alim, who hadn't been able to communicate with him for over half a month. How were they doing?

Since learning the truth, Lisna had been in a state of mental collapse. She cried until she was exhausted, then slept, only to cry again upon waking. When she was unbearably hungry, she would eat something haphazardly in the dining room, but she had no appetite.

She had always worried about her family, but now her spirits were at rock bottom; all her hope had turned to despair. When

she calmed down, her mind was filled with memories of the past. Memories of graduating from elementary and middle school, her close old classmates, arguments with her parents, her mother comforting her alone the night before she couldn't find a job and joined the army, her first time with her first love—

all of this had become memories. She would never see her parents and friends alive again. The thought filled her with unbearable hatred.

Why? Why did it have to turn out like this? How could humans commit such cruel acts?

But despite her emotional trauma, since her capture, she had never experienced sexual satisfaction, and her body was in a state of intense sexual hunger.

Lisna recalled her first time with her boyfriend, the way he tenderly touched her body. Even though they broke up, they could still maintain a friendship, but now… he must have died from the self-defense gas attack.

How did he die? Was it painful? Did he think of her in his last moments?

She would never have the chance to have her full breasts touched by him again. Thinking of this, her hands unconsciously went to her breasts.

"Ah…" Just a light touch sent a powerful wave of pleasure through Lisna's breasts, making her feel dizzy and intoxicated. After a while, Lisna came to her senses.

Why were her breasts so sensitive? The pleasure she had just experienced temporarily washed away the pain in her heart.

Driven by curiosity and an instinctive escape from pain, Lisina reached out again, caressing her breasts.

"Mmm...ah...ah..." Lisina moaned softly; she had never experienced such pleasure from masturbation.

It felt so good, and in the midst of it, the pain and sorrow that had been weighing on her mind were temporarily forgotten.

Through her clothes, Lisina teased herself, satisfying herself. She kneaded her full breasts, gently pulling and pinching her nipples.

Lisina felt intense pleasure, waves of ecstasy coursing through her body, engulfing her completely. Her body's instinctive craving drove away her mental anguish.

She reached down with one hand and pulled up her shirt with the other. But this temporarily halted the pleasure within her.

"What am I doing...what am I doing?! Pervert...doing this at a time like this. I'm truly the most hopeless person." With her parents and all her relatives and friends just murdered, she was pursuing sexual pleasure.

This pain plunged her into the abyss of self-loathing. Another layer of mental anguish had been added.

After an unknown amount of time, grief completely dominated her, compounded by self-loathing. Until she could no longer bear these negative emotions.

Her hands, trembling for no apparent reason, reached for her body again. Lisna knew this was wrong, but...but she couldn't bear it. It wasn't a physical craving, but mental anguish; now, satisfying her body was enough to forget everything.

Lisna ripped off her top and shorts in one breath. Floating naked in the air, she was completely exposed since the Guardians hadn't provided her with underwear.

"Lisna, you're a hopeless pervert." Despite feeling guilty and self-loathing, she still wanted to escape.

The initial teasing of her breasts gave her a sense of pleasure. The pleasure from the hand caressing her genitals was even more intense. An electric shock-like pleasure pierced her entire body.

All other emotions in her mind—sadness, longing, hatred, loss, and self-loathing—vanished. Only pure joy remained.

"Ugh... Ahh... Ugh... Ahh..." Lisna let out almost frantic moans, her hands roughly caressing herself, giving her body the most direct and brutal pleasure.

This pure pleasure made her unable to extricate herself.

"Ah... Ahh... Ah... So good..." Lisna's hand played with her engorged nipples.

Her other hand, unable to resist the thirst for pleasure, parted her labia and inserted her fingers into her honey hole, teasing her clitoris.

"Ah... Ah..." In an instant, her honey hole gushed out a series of drops of lustful fluid, the translucent spheres floating in the air filled with a lewd aura.

Her nose smelled the scent of her own body fluids, and her eyes saw such a lewd and beautiful sphere. For her, who had never tried masturbation or sex in a vacuum, this was an unprecedented experience.

"I'm such a lewd pervert," Lisna lamented, but her hands didn't stop.

Perverted or not, so be it! As long as she was happy, as long as she could escape this sorrowful feeling. In mid-air, she writhed lewdly, stimulating herself as much as possible.

Her hands performed a series of actions bolder than a pervert, more brutal than a rapist, utterly defiling herself.

"Ah...so good..." Her fingers, digging into her vagina, created one pleasurable orgasm after another. More shameless spheres of vaginal fluid floated in the air.

Feeling utterly despicable, Lisna only became more unrestrained in satisfying herself. She performed a lewd and seductive dance in mid-air, her hands pushing and stroking her breasts from left to right.

Her lower hand, her thumb rubbing and pressing against the tender clitoris, the little red bean already erect, the index, middle, and ring fingers taking turns invading, teasing, exploring, and caressing that honeyed cave.

"Ah...ya ya...ah..." Lisina let out even more lewd moans, and with her voice, more shameful, glistening balls of lustful fluid drifted in the air.

"Ya...ah..." Another wave of even stronger pleasure turned Lisina's moans into screams.

She spread her legs, opening her vulva as wide as possible, so that her hands could violate her even more excessively.

Now, besides the pursuit of pleasure, there was nothing else in her mind.

The lewd panting and alluring moans continued in the room.

Lisna craved a man's penis, or at least a mechanical dildo, or a vibrating egg. Fingers were no longer enough; she wanted more vigorous thrusting, or even countless vibrations per second.

But unable to have either, she could only bite her lower lip, desperately trying to move her fingers. She tried to fantasize about her past boyfriends, about every memorable sexual encounter.

"Ah...ah..." More droplets of vaginal fluid filled the air, and in the enclosed room, she could clearly smell the inviting scent emanating from her private parts.

"Ugh...ah..." Lisna let out even more intense moans; the pleasure within her continued to rise, but she still lacked satisfaction. She was tired from using all ten fingers, but it still wasn't enough! She had no choice but to force herself again and again, relentlessly exploring her erogenous zones until she reached orgasm.

At this moment, Lisna's ten fingers were all concentrated on her lower body, six of them targeting her most sensitive clitoris, taking turns to soothe it with the fastest speed and the boldest movements.

"Ah...it's coming..." Lisna felt herself cross the line, an orgasm descending upon her body. Even without any movement, she couldn't stop it. With a surge of joy, her fingers moved even faster, praying for an even faster and more intense orgasm. Her

body involuntarily spasmed, and she uttered incoherent, lewd words, the contractions that began in her uterus and vagina spreading throughout her body. At the same time, it brought an incomparably sweet pleasure.

The tidal wave of pleasure that shot straight to her brain gave Lisna an unparalleled sense of enjoyment. Her trembling flower-like opening was already overflowing with lustful fluids.

"Ah...it's coming, it's coming, it's coming...ahhh..." The most intense orgasm coursed through Lisna, filling her with blissful intoxication. A gush of vaginal fluid, mixed with the already abundant love fluid within her vagina, sprayed into the air before her.

A torrent shot forth from her beautiful, naked body, dispersing into the air.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhh...yay!" Lisna cried out a melodious, delicate moan, reaching the pinnacle of her orgasm, her mind blank.

Then, time seemed to stand still; the naked beauty remained floating in mid-air. Enveloping her naked body were the love fluids and vaginal fluids emanating from her.

Lisna savored the sweet memories, feeling utterly relaxed.

This pleasure, acting as a mental anesthetic, gradually faded.

As the sexual control was completely released, Lisna was once again plunged into painful and hurtful memories, even more intense than before.

This time, she was also burdened by a stronger sense of guilt and self-reproach—that she had

masturbated even in this state. "Are you even human, Lisna?" she cried out, slapping herself hard.

Half her face was numb, but the pain was less intense.

"What is this… what am I doing! Ah… ah…" she screamed, hating herself.

Endless sorrow continued with endless time. Despair tormented the poor woman until she could no longer bear it and swallowed the anesthetic of 'pleasure' again.

Like someone heartbroken or devastated by love, she frantically ate and shopped, and she frantically masturbated.

But even more tragically, after each act of masturbation, she was plunged into deeper self-loathing and guilt, trapping her in a vicious cycle of pain.

Her cries of pleasure were tinged with painful memories.

On the battlefield, the Federation's offensive continued until the 9th. On one hand, the fleet's combat power was exhausted; on the other hand, the colony satellite had crossed the stopping point and entered Earth's orbit. Even further attacks

on the colony satellite would not prevent it from crashing to Earth. Moreover, further attacks might cause the colony satellite to disintegrate or change its crash site, resulting in even greater destruction. The Federation could only watch as the Self-Defense Forces made final orbital corrections to the colony satellite, leading to the destruction of their headquarters in Zabulo.

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... With the Federation forces unable to stop the colony's fall, and the Self-Defense Forces' troops running low on stamina, ammunition, and fuel, they decided to retreat to avoid an attack from the Federation's new forces. Within this large fleet, Jacobson's squadron was tasked with escorting the Barbenhausen. Christian, Hans, and Jacobson, also in Zagune, witnessed the historic moment that was about to unfold. This short but extremely brutal war would end after this blow, and the Federation would certainly propose a ceasefire. They were confident that all their hard work and danger would be rewarded. However, due to the continuous attacks from the Federation's strategic and tactical nuclear missiles and ship-borne mega particle cannons, the colony satellite, once a giant iron can, had been reduced to a giant shroud of barbed wire. At 08:27 on January 10, 0079 , the colony satellite, which had been gradually shrinking from view, could no longer withstand the impact of re-entering the atmosphere due to the earlier attacks. At 08:35, it disintegrated over the Arabian Peninsula, its upper half falling over southeastern Australia, and its lower half scattering across North America and the Pacific Ocean. "How could this be?" Christian stared in disbelief at the scene before him, a gigantic sphere of light rising over the Australian continent. Even without adjusting the Zaku's sights, it was clearly visible. At that moment, hundreds of millions of people on Earth were killed by the Self-Defense Forces. Due to a misalignment of the falling target, this resulted in the largest "accidental killing" event in history. On Earth, the massive photosphere, with a central temperature exceeding that of a nuclear explosion and the surface of the sun, saw the blast wave from the colony's fall almost instantly wipe out humanity on the entire Australian continent. The resulting mega-tsunami swept across the globe, causing even greater destruction. The dust and smoke generated by the fall reached the stratosphere, and storms far exceeding the scale of typhoons persisted for over a week. Abnormal weather patterns on Earth lasted for six years, and the Earth's rotation speed even accelerated as a result. For the Union Army and the Union people, this was another man-made catastrophe comparable to the colony satellite massacre. Countless lives and property were once again lost and destroyed in the Self-Defense Forces' attacks. This fueled their even greater determination for revenge. The fact that Union Army Headquarters in Zabro was saved meant that the Union Army's leadership and morale remained intact. For the Self-Defense Forces, this was an indescribable shock; nearly a week of hard-fought battle had been completely wiped out. The colony satellites, originally targeted for military purposes, had crashed onto the Australian continent, and they had once again become the perpetrators of the massacre of hundreds of millions of people. And the war that they thought was over would continue. Christian, like the other soldiers, witnessed this horrific 'mistake.' Once again, billions of humans had died because of his actions. Efforts to end the war quickly had not only failed to end it, but had instead expanded its scale. Once again , Christian plunged into the abyss of pain and despair.

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