Christian's Chronicles (Complete) - 10

Chapter Five, Earth Front, Section One:

Since the Protectorate's repeated attacks over the past few days, thousands of man-made satellites of various types orbiting Earth, regardless of their function (communication, weather, reconnaissance, or attack), have been destroyed one by one. The very few exceptions were captured for their own use.

The entire operation, were it not for the beautiful and pleasant blue planet before them, and the sense of security from not having to fight, would have been utterly tedious.

Hundreds of warships, accompanied by hundreds of supply ships and requisitioned civilian merchant vessels, were involved. And thousands of HLVs ('Large shuttles traveling between atmospheres! Thank goodness, it's been a long time since we refueled. Mrs. Anna! Oh, don't forget me, it's rare to have this opportunity to speak.' 'You're going too far, it's rare that readers have almost forgotten my nickname is Anna, how can you still say that?' Christian is in a fit of rage.) are preparing for the impending invasion of Earth.

There are 44 million Federation troops on the ground, compared to only 3 million Self-Defense Forces planning the invasion.

However, if you take into account the tens of thousands of Federation troops killed or wounded in the man-made super tsunami during the colony satellite crash, the casualties are even greater. This number can be reduced to 36 million, but it is still twelve times the number of troops the Self-Defense Forces deployed to Earth.

Due to the impact of the super tsunami, East Asia, East Africa, and western North and South America suffered immense damage. Of the Federation Navy, only the Mediterranean Fleet remained intact, and only the Atlantic Fleet retained a portion of its ships. The other fleets were either completely sunk or stranded near their bases, suffering severe damage.

The Federation Army, due to its dispersed deployment across cities, spaceports, seaports, airports, transportation hubs, industrial centers, resource extraction and refining centers, and major military bases, was also affected. It can be said that the weakness of the Federation Space Forces' dispersed forces was repeated, so although the army was large, it did not pose a major threat to the Self-Defense Forces.

The true force capable of crushing the Self-Defense Forces' Earth invasion was the Federation Air Force. Although it lost 20% of its forces in the tsunami, that was the least loss among the three branches of the armed forces. Furthermore, since the old century, air power has been required to achieve global reach. Imagine three million Self-Defense Force soldiers without air superiority landing on Earth and then being attacked by tens of thousands of Federation combat aircraft—it would be almost tantamount to suicide.

Therefore, the Self-Defense Forces urgently prepared tens of thousands of orbital mines to counter the Federation Air Force. Although aircraft can take off and land vertically, the thousands of maintenance and repair personnel, tons of fossil fuel, countless spare parts, and ammunition within the base are difficult to move instantly.

Tens of thousands of small meteorites, fitted with temporary heat shields, deceleration plates, and high-temperature explosives, could be dropped as detonators onto thousands of military airfields of varying sizes across the globe, severely damaging the Federal Air Force. ********** ... Although the Federal Air Force scrambled to save most of the aircraft, runways and critical facilities at major air bases were completely destroyed, except for those deliberately preserved for self-defense and occupation.

Smaller and temporary airports suffered varying degrees of damage. Even more devastating was the second wave of orbital mines. While the heat shields burned away, they prevented the mines from being completely incinerated by the atmosphere, retaining 90% of their mass and astonishing speed. Upon impact with the ground, the combined force of the embedded explosives was immense; a single mine could destroy half a small airport.

Finally, the Federal Air Force, which had been hastily evacuated during the first wave of attacks, ran out of fuel and were reduced to ashes by a second wave of artificial meteorite showers at a temporary airfield.

The Self-Defense Forces on the rails cheered, elated that a good start was half the battle.

However, in reality, on Reibell's advice, the Federal forces had secretly moved their aircraft to various hidden storage sites before the battle and deployed camouflage aircraft at the airfields to conceal their presence. Thus, the Federal forces successfully preserved 60% of their combat aircraft, but due to insufficient time for the transfer and evacuation of fuel and spare parts, only 20% of their original aircraft remained operational. The estimated time to fully restore combat capability was two months, at which time the Self-Defense Forces made a significant misjudgment of the actual situation.

"What a beautiful meteor shower!"

Christian looked at the fluorescent screen on the Zagne, thousands of tiny points of light streaking across the Earth, then fading away after a brief burst of intense light on the ground.

Jacobson said, "It seems the government isn't entirely idiotic."

Hans said, "If they weren't idiotic, they wouldn't have sent us to fight this kind of war."

"This is the control room. Attention all members of the Komsen. In ten seconds, we will detach from the mothership and enter the atmosphere. Everyone, please remember to fasten your seatbelts."

Christian nervously swallowed. In his heart, he said, "Miss Yoko, Lisna. Goodbye, I will definitely come back alive to see you."

The self-protected Musai-class battleships are equipped with detachable sub-ships that can enter the atmosphere. Named Komsa, the three Zaku units of Jacobson's squadron are already installed inside. Accompanying them is a company of infantry protecting the Komsa.

"Attack!"

At the same time, dozens of Komsa in the vanguard group detached from their motherships, and over a hundred HLVs started their engines.

The Earth invasion operation officially began.

"Gentlemen, below lies humanity's home planet. Take a good look! Because the next time we see it, it will be the time we return victorious. Opportunities are few!"

The Komsa's communications officer seemed to be in high spirits. However, Christian and his men, caught in the violent tremors, had no time to appreciate the scenery.

"Now, let me reveal the name of our destination: Earth, Odessa Space Port, Russia."

Upon hearing this, Christian's mind went blank. Was it a cruel twist of fate, or the result of his sins as a perpetrator of war? On this vast Earth, he was now attacking the new base to which Alim had been transferred.

Anxiety and fear about the future gripped him intensely. Would he really kill Alim, his childhood sweetheart, with whom he had always shared a virtual romance? If so, it would be far too cruel.

Christian's heart ached as if being torn apart by snakes.

Now, the Self-Defense Forces had exhausted all their national power, deploying all their ships to unleash Mie particles from space across the entire Earth, causing global radar and radio communications to fail.

Therefore, the Federation forces didn't have time to deploy air power to repel the invaders. Christian looked through the fluorescent screen connected to Comsey at the vast blue sky and the endless spherical landmass below. From this high altitude, the Earth appeared remarkably round.

It was an extremely breathtaking sight; compared to this, the artificial landmasses within the colonies seemed insignificant. Looking at the continuous, massive mountain ranges, the boundless ocean, and the enormous green forests, Christian was moved and prayed.

Since fate had played such a cruel trick, he had to encounter Alim here. Perhaps it was meant for him to rescue her, not kill her. Yes, he was determined to rescue her from the war. Christian was resolute; he couldn't afford to kill indiscriminately today. He also hoped that the miraculous luck that had saved him from death so many times would help him once more.

After entering the atmosphere, as they approached the ground, the Earth's spherical shape became obscured. Rivers, forests, mountains, and cities below drew ever closer.

The camera captured black clouds exploding in the sky, and anti-aircraft fire began.

Christian, Jacobson, and Hans were speechless with tension. If they were hit by the anti-aircraft fire, would they and their ship instantly turn to ashes? The black smoke billowing outside the window grew larger and more menacing, and they could only hope that it was just random firing by the federal army due to radar failure.

The ground was closer; now a vast, almost endless plain was visible, along with a cluster of man-made structures in the distance—that must be the Odessa Space Port.

"Thump, thump..."

With a powerful tremor, everything returned to calm.

"Everyone! We've reached our final destination, Earth. Good luck!"

A colleague piloting the Comse gave Jacobson's team their final blessing.

"Attack! Christian, Hans!"

Jacobson's shout came through the communication screen.

Hans replied, "Okay, deploy."

Christian thought to himself, as long as his teammates, himself, and Alim were safe.

Simultaneously, the landing HLV was releasing the intercepted tanks, artillery, and infantry. More Comses and HLVs were continuously descending from the sky.

"Christian, Hans. The three of us spread out to the outer perimeter as a reconnaissance line."

"Yes, sir."

The eighteen-meter-tall steel giant Zaku strode forward. The three Zakus spread out to the outer perimeter at a distance of several hundred meters, to the point where radio communication failed and laser or light signals had to be used for contact.

The Self-Defense Forces' airborne troops, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, continued to land, while various branches of the armed forces behind them were preparing to advance towards the Odessa spaceport ahead.

In this tense situation, the Federation forces launched their initial counterattack, with thousands of points of light launching from the direction of the base, and hundreds of rockets and artillery shells being fired at the Self-Defense Forces. At the same time, Federation aircraft began to take off, initially in small groups, but soon a dozen or so black dots had gathered in the sky ahead.

At the same time, the Self-Defense Forces, as the first landing force, had already occupied positions and begun their counterattack.

Various artillery pieces fired at the Odessa base's runways and artillery positions.

Shells flying through the sky, like thousands of red arrows, rained down on both sides' positions, causing a series of explosions and hundreds of casualties.

Around Christian's Zaku, multiple explosions erupted, sending hundreds of fragments flying.

"This is Martina Obert, commander of the 18th Division. Follow me,"

Christian's voice came through the communicator, piloting the new mobile combat aircraft, the Tiger, a red-painted custom-designed machine. Although the reflection obscured her face beneath the helmet, the female division commander's figure was undeniably voluptuous and athletic.

"Christian, we'll follow," Jacobson ordered.

The first wave of Zakus that landed consisted of a battalion of thirty vehicles. Under the command of Division Commander Martina, they charged towards the enemy lines, followed by hundreds of military vehicles, including tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, carrying thousands of soldiers.

Driving a Zaku across the land, the jarring sensation was difficult to adjust to without prior training.

The Federation forces constructed a perimeter around the base, and the Type 61 tanks and armored vehicles hidden within their bunkers launched a counterattack. A barrage of bullets rained down from the 150mm cannon and anti-tank missiles.

Martina's red tiger dodged and weaved past Christian, leaping into enemy lines and destroying nearby strongholds with its electric whip.

"Such agile maneuvering!"

Christian exclaimed, then opened fire on the enemy with his 120mm machine gun.

An armored vehicle, half-buried in a trench and equipped with missiles, exploded, while the Type 61 tank beside it turned its turret toward Christian.

Danger!

Christian cried out internally, simultaneously urging his Zaku to leap into the air.

"Boom!"

The 150mm tank gun passed by the Zaku, hitting a self-defense personnel carrier behind it, killing more than a dozen men with a single shot.

Taking advantage of the time before the machine hit the ground, Christian fired at the roof of the Type 61 tank, hitting it several times and turning it into a fireball.

The firefight started at 2,000 meters and continued until they clashed at point-blank range. The short but fierce battle ended with the Federation forces retreating.

The surviving Type 61 tanks covered the retreat of other vehicles. These old-fashioned tanks had armor thicker than the Zaku, and if the distance was not close enough, bullets hitting the front would be deflected.

The Federation infantry in the position either surrendered or fled with the convoy.

Unlike the Federation's space fighters, the Type 61 tank's 150-million-ton tank cannon had a longer range than the Zaku's machine guns and the advantage of thick armor. However, its weaknesses were a slow rate of fire and thin top armor, lacking flexibility and mobility.

Christian, watching his infantry occupy the position, tallied his own casualties: of the thirty Zakus, two were completely destroyed with their pilots killed, three were heavily damaged, and five suffered minor damage. He also had to add the considerable casualties suffered by his own fighting vehicles.

To have suffered such losses after only capturing one position, Christian realized that future ground battles might be even more brutal than space battles.

The Self-Defense Forces, seasoned by spacefaring experience, contrasted sharply with the Federation Army, which was fighting for the first time in a century. The Federation Army lacked experience and displayed fear of the Zaku, their first encounter with new weapons. Coupled with poor command and errors in fortification, the Self-Defense Forces easily defeated the Federation Army, suffering heavy casualties only during the capture of the first position.

Christian, piloting the Zaku, searched Odessa. Everywhere he looked, there were fleeing Federation soldiers and their families, and a few isolated, accidental counterattacks.

Finding Alim in this chaotic battlefield required luck and Christian's remarkably accurate intuition.

"Those inside, come out and surrender!" Christian shouted through a megaphone into a seven- or eight-story building, firing a warning shot into the air.

Like a hive stirred up, hundreds of Federation soldiers poured out. Some raised their hands in surrender, while others fled in disarray, some even firing at Zaku from inside the building.

"Alim..."

Christian spotted Alim, whom he had been worried about, amidst the crowd. She had short, straight hair and wore a pink Federation uniform, running and firing at Zaku as she fled.

Christian used Zaku's hand to grab Alim with his other hand, then walked towards a safer area outside the base where the fighting had subsided, until he was far away from both sides.

Next, Christian controlled Zaku's body to squat down, opened the cockpit and jumped out. He took off his helmet and shouted to Elim, "It's me!"

Christian really wanted to kneel down and thank God for being able to find one person in this chaos.

But what greeted him next was a bullet.

"Bang!"

Elim fired a nine-millimeter pistol bullet at Christian. There was a clang and it hit Christian's feet.

Christian was so frightened that he sat down and shouted: "Don't shoot! Look clearly it's me."

Elim's innocent and childish face was full of fear. She was about to fire the second shot, and her finger was pulling the trigger.

"How could this be? Is it really you, Christian?"

"Wow..." Alim, finally able to relax, burst into tears.

"Don't cry! I'll protect you."

Breaking down the barriers of friend and foe, preventing them from meeting directly, Christian embraced Alim, the soft, warm body of the seventeen-year-old girl becoming one with her.

Christian kissed the girl's soft lips; in this season where winter was drawing to a close, Alim's lips were so warm and sweet.

Holding Alim's hand, Christian returned to the cockpit.

"I almost thought I was going to die. Everyone was in chaos when the guards suddenly stormed in,"

Alim said, trembling like a frightened kitten, wiping away tears.

"What do we do now?"

Christian couldn't answer Alim's question; his only thought was that he couldn't let anyone insult Alim the way they had insulted Yoko.

The fighting gradually subsided. Federation soldiers were either killed in action or withdrew from the base, while the rest surrendered to the Self-Defense Forces. Martina sent another message, instructing units to take up positions to defend against a possible Federation counterattack, and to centralize the prisoners, while releasing the families of Federation soldiers on the spot.

"Got it!"

"Alim, take off all your clothes and throw them away. You just hide in my cockpit. If anyone finds you, I'll say you're a Federation soldier's family member."

"How can I? I don't want to be naked!" Alim protested loudly, blushing.

"I didn't want this either, but there's no other way. The war has come to this point, I really don't know how the higher-ups will treat the prisoners. They might be raped, or even massacred."

Startled, Alim angrily retorted, "This violates the Antarctic Treaty's provisions regarding prisoners."

"Our army has already killed billions of civilians. I seriously doubt whether the Commander-in-Chief of the Kilimanjaro will truly abide by the Antarctic Treaty."

After hesitating for a while, Alim whispered shyly behind me, "You can't peek."

"Why would I peek at you?"

I lowered my head, looking at the fluorescent screen in front of the driver's seat, and made some adjustments. Alim's body was clearly reflected on the screen.

As a man, how could he not look at a time like this?

Alim unzipped her uniform, removed her pink jacket, then her military boots and socks. What remained was a pure white bodysuit from neck to ankle.

Just as Alim was zipping the jacket up to her chest, she suddenly shrieked, "You scoundrel! You were peeping!"

"I couldn't help it! I had to pilot the Zaku and couldn't close my eyes, and I couldn't control the reflection on the screen," Christian argued.

"Hmph!" Alim angrily squatted down and continued undressing.

Christian lowered his head in shame, feeling guilty. The temptation of the girl he liked undressing behind his back was too great and too hard to resist.

"I'm naked."

"Give me your clothes, not a single one is missing."

Alim carefully tucked her bra and panties between her outer garments, making them invisible to Christian.

Christian checked his surroundings to make sure no one was watching, then secretly opened the cockpit exit, threw the clothes out, and used his Zaku's hands to scoop up dozens of pounds of dirt to cover them.

Christian breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he had no idea what to do with Alim now. As he was racking his brains, he heard rapid breathing behind him.

"Alim, what's wrong?"

"Don't peek anymore!" The seventeen-year-old girl protested strongly, her voice trembling.

Right.

Christian then realized he was piloting the land-based Zaku. To reduce weight, improve performance, and enhance adaptability for ground combat, certain modifications were made, resulting in the removal of the temperature regulation system necessary for space travel.

With the outside temperature near zero degrees Celsius, the cockpit temperature was only around ten degrees Celsius. Christian, wearing a thermally insulated pilot's suit, naturally didn't feel cold. But it was a different story for Alim, who was completely naked.

"Come into my arms."

"No way, you big pervert!"

"Is this the time for angry words?" Christian ignored her, stood up, pulled Alim, who was hiding behind the backrest, and forcibly hugged her, the two sitting back in the cockpit together.

"So warm," Alim said, her face flushed with embarrassment, before ceasing her fierce resistance.

His childhood friend, Alim, was currently sitting naked in his lap. Christian wasn't exactly a gentleman who could resist temptation. He could peek, but he wasn't about to take advantage of Alim's vulnerability in this situation.

"Are you still cold?"

Alim nodded awkwardly.

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you, but let me warm you up! I don't want you to freeze to death here."

Christian took off his thermal gloves and rubbed Alim's exposed, cold skin with his palms.

"Ah..." Alim gasped softly in Christian's arms, but quickly stopped.

Her heart was pounding with nervous excitement.

Was this scene incredibly alluring? Alim was completely naked, her legs pressed together and her arms crossed over her chest. Everywhere else, except for her private parts which Christian was too embarrassed to visit, was at his mercy.

The beautiful body in his arms smelled wonderful, and coupled with the noble reason of keeping her warm, Christian's emotions rose as he caressed her. Alim's pink thighs, slender calves, flat stomach, and bare shoulders—every inch of her was completely open to his touch.

Alim blushed and said, "I originally thought I would never forgive you, you cruel Self-Defense Force member."

A crystal-clear tear rolled down Alim's starry eye. Upon hearing this, Christian froze, unable to move.

"But after seeing you again, I couldn't continue to hate you."

Christian couldn't explain himself. He believed that he had his reasons for going to war with the Earth Federation, but many people, including himself, couldn't accept that it would be such a large-scale and brutal war. Before the war broke out, Christian had envisioned it as a short-lived, knightly war between soldiers. But reality was a total war that began with a surprise attack that killed billions of civilians, with both sides fighting with all their might to end a seemingly endless conflict.

In the silence, Christian continued to caress Alim.

"Huff... huff... huff..." Alim's face grew increasingly red, and her breathing became more rapid.

"Ahhhhhh..."

After a series of seductive moans, Alim, her face flushed and panting, slumped weakly into Christian's arms.

"You...you're here?"

"N-no way!" Driven by her shyness, Alim, knowing Christian wouldn't believe her, still lied through her teeth.

The two young people, who had known each other since childhood, had once been in a long-distance relationship across tens of thousands of kilometers, and had even watched each other masturbate through a screen. Now, with such intimate physical contact, if it weren't for the scars of war that etched a barrier between them, they probably would have already become passionately intimate.

Alim felt incredibly embarrassed; if Christian stopped, she might actually freeze to death. But it was impossible not to react to being so freely fondled by a man. However, remembering the various atrocities committed by the Self-Defense Forces, and knowing that Christian was one of their members, Alim, torn between love and hate, didn't know what to do.

The next day, with the landing of subsequent Self-Defense Force units, the Odessa base and its surroundings were firmly under their control, and they were continuing to advance into more outlying areas. Christian's 18th Division was responsible for holding the base.

Because the Self-Defense Forces intended to occupy the base long-term and use it as a supply depot, engineers were working tirelessly to repair the damaged facilities. As pilots of the mobile combat aircraft Zaku, Christian and his colleagues were rare and important technical soldiers, so they were quickly assigned dormitories.

For Christian, the most troublesome thing was how to bring the outsider Alim back to the dormitory. If only he could get her uniform first, but the maintenance crew insisted on kicking him out to begin repairing the Zaku.

"There's no other way! While they're repairing the Zaku's legs, Alim, you come with me. I'll lead the way, and you just follow behind."

"How can they do this? It's cold outside, and I'm not wearing any clothes. What if someone sees me?"

Alim, her eyes brimming with tears, was practically on the verge of crying.

Christian was heartbroken to see her on the verge of tears, but he was powerless to stop her. After much pleading, Alim had no choice but to obey Christian's orders, because if they delayed any longer, the maintenance crew would come and forcibly open the cockpit door.

To lead a naked girl to the dormitory in the bustling base without being discovered was an incredibly difficult task.

If it weren't for Christian's amazing intuition, they would have been spotted long ago. Finally, they reached the vicinity of the dormitory. Noticing a group of people emerging, Christian quickly told Alim to hide inside a nearby military vehicle.

The leader was a woman with long, slightly curled red hair that swayed in the cold wind. This mature beauty possessed a commanding presence that startled Christian, who immediately raised his hand in salute.

Looking at her rank insignia and name, he recognized her as none other than the division commander, Martina Obert.

The beautiful major returned the salute to Christian, who was of a much lower rank, without a trace of arrogance.

However, her guards were about to open the door of the military vehicle, revealing a naked Alim inside. This gave Christian a chill down his spine.

"Major Martina, could you please sign my name? Yesterday, I was driving the Zaku behind you in battle, and I greatly admire your skills and courage."

The beautiful officer's cold and hard expression melted instantly, and she laughed lightly, giving off a warm and welcoming feeling.

"I'm your division commander, not some celebrity. But! Fine."

Martina tore a page from her notebook, wrote her name and the words "Try to survive!", and handed it back to Christian. Christian

was at his wit's end, watching as Martina opened the door of the military vehicle.

Christian, who was terrified and sweating profusely, found the vehicle empty. He wondered if Alim had cleverly hidden under the vehicle.

Christian's heart pounded with anxiety. After saluting, he watched Martina and her group drive away, but there was no one in the open space beneath the car. Alim seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Alim... Alim... Where did you go?" Christian cried out anxiously.

"Looking for someone?" Jacobson appeared from around the corner, about twenty or thirty paces away.

Jacobson said, "We waited for you for so long, but you didn't come to the dormitory, so we turned back to look for you. Who knew you were here having a tryst with your girlfriend?"

"No need to help, I'll find her myself."

"Because your girlfriend isn't wearing clothes, you're embarrassed to ask us for help?"

"You know..."

At this moment, Hans pushed out a completely naked Alim. Freezing and shy, she looked fearful and uneasy, her whole body trembling.

Christian hurriedly took off his coat and draped it over Alim's body.

"Waaah... sob..." Alim cried out loudly, a string of tears dripping onto her alluring cleavage.

"Don't be afraid, they are my companions and won't bully you,"

Jacobson said. "Hans! He said we are his companions."

Hans said, "We originally considered Christian a companion too, and even planned to make him go to a brothel. Who knew that this guy had only been on Earth for ten or twenty hours and had already found a girlfriend, and even stripped naked and had sex in the base. It's infuriating." Hans clenched his fists angrily.

Jacobson said, "I won't be satisfied until I beat him up."

Christian said, "Hey...you two...stop...don't fight..."

Having landed on Earth as an occupation force, Christian found the military discipline of the Imperial Guard relatively lax. In areas with better security, while overnight stays were strictly prohibited, bringing girlfriends or prostitutes into the dormitories was tacitly permitted. With the help of Jacobson and Hans, Christian secretly kept Alim in the dormitory.

March arrived, the snow began to melt, and spring began to descend.

In the heated dormitory, Alim wore a white shirt, her naked body barely concealed beneath, incredibly sexy and alluring.

Holding a cup of milk tea, she sat languidly and charmingly on the floor.

"You're really going too far! Two weeks! Two weeks have passed, and you still haven't bought me a single piece of clothing, and..."

Alim said softly, her face flushed, "At least buy me sanitary napkins!"

Alim looked so cute and adorable that one wanted to devour her whole.

"I'm a man! How can I conveniently buy women's clothes and sanitary napkins? Besides, the people in the neighboring towns have all fled, and nine out of ten shops are closed."

"I don't care. Just figure something out."

Christian was grateful that he could stay at this base for so long without having to go to the front lines. Apart from regular training and patrols, he could spend every day with Alim.

Here, there was no brutal war. Every day, he would wake up to find Alim fast asleep, enjoy her cooking, and in the evenings they could listen to music, watch TV, and even share kisses and caresses. Unfortunately, Alim consistently refused to take things further.

Christian said, "Yesterday I found a bottle of red wine in a warehouse left behind by the Federation Army. Shall we drink it together tonight?"

"Yes, of course!" Alim clapped her hands happily.

"Don't refuse me tonight," Christian

said, taking Alim's hand and kissing it. But Alim dodged the question and didn't give a proper answer.

"I'm serious, please stop running away, okay?"

Alim lowered her head and said helplessly, "We've known each other since we were little, and we even had a virtual romance for several years. But I'm a member of the Federation Army, and you're a member of the Self-Defense Forces. We're enemies!"

"Stop talking about friend or foe. In this room, I'm a man and you're a woman. As long as I like you, what's wrong with you liking me? Stop thinking about the war outside."

Alim said bitterly, "Can we really just ignore it? Even if I can forget my fallen comrades, what if my identity is exposed and I'm sent to a concentration camp? And if you're transferred to another front, can you take me with you? Life in this house is like a beautiful dream, so happy and sweet, but it will end soon."

How could Christian not understand this? As soon as an order came down tomorrow, he would have to part with Alim. But it was precisely because of this that he wanted to take things further. In this chaotic world, the two could be separated by life or death at any moment. With the war's end uncertain, Christian didn't know how long he would live. If luck wasn't on his side, he might be killed in the next battle.

Christian wasn't the only one with this "live for today" mentality.

Jacobson and Hans, who were in the same squad, were the same. So, except for Christian, who already had a girlfriend, the entire squad went to a brothel that day and brought the prostitutes back for the night.

Although these beauties were called prostitutes, just a month ago they were all young students and newlywed housewives. Due to the war, some refugees were stranded near the base. Lacking food, clothing, and any means of survival, these young and beautiful women were forced to sell their bodies to the Self-Defense Forces in exchange for necessities for themselves and their families.

Hans was extremely excited today. Although she was a prostitute, he had known his target for two or three days and understood that she was offering herself to him mainly to obtain one or two boxes of military rations.

"I didn't expect Mr. Hans to be a mobile suit pilot. You must be an elite member of the Self-Defense Forces."

A beautiful woman with short red hair and dressed in fashionable clothes affectionately took his arm.

"I'm nothing special, I sank five warships in a week of fighting." Hans thought the sexy office lady couldn't see through his boastful claims and had exaggerated his results several times over.

"Five warships, you're really amazing."

"Who's in your family, Miss Inge?"

"My parents are in North America, where there's war going on right now. I only have a wolfhound here, and that wolfhound is very lustful and cunning, it's a waste of my money." Inge said, sounding both worried about her parents and dissatisfied with her dog.

"After it's over, I'll get you a few cans of dog food."

"No need!"

"It's nothing, life is tough right now."

"You're such a good person." Inge leaned her head against Hans's chest.

Soon, each member of the squadron entered their room with their female companion.

"Can I take a shower? I haven't showered for two days."

"Sure, shower for as long as you like."

Hans was very grateful for the case of red wine they found yesterday; each member of the squad received a bottle, and the rest were used to bribe the infantrymen on guard duty so the women could spend the night there.

Although this wasn't Hans's first time visiting prostitutes, he had never actually slept with them, only touching their bodies in nightclubs; in fact, he was still a virgin. It wasn't that he hadn't had opportunities, but each time he backed down at the last minute. However, to save face in front of Jacobson and Christian, he had to say that he had already slept with prostitutes. Hans had written all of this in his diary.

Hans also longed to be with women he had feelings for, like Christian, without having to pay for them. But in the war to come, if he didn't lose his virginity soon, he might die a virgin. The prostitute's filth, her STDs, and the thought of betraying his future wife all became irrelevant.

Besides, this time his partner was a clean, ordinary person, selling her body for the first time out of necessity.

"Miss Inge, if it's alright, would you be my girlfriend?"

Inge asked shyly from inside the bathroom. "This..."

"I'll try my best to meet your needs. You can have as much canned food, biscuits, and milk powder as you want. Our time together might be short, but this is much better than a monetary transaction. Or maybe you don't have any feelings for me at all?"

A sigh came from inside the bathroom. "Hans, you're such a good person. If we hadn't met under these circumstances, I would definitely have given you a chance to pursue me, although I might not have agreed."

"Would you like to come in and take a shower together?"

Hans sighed. Besides buying women with money, did he really have no ability to pursue any woman?

Putting aside his chaotic emotions, Hans pushed open the door and entered. At least this time he could finally get rid of his virginity.

"I'm in." ********************************************************************** Completed 2005/9/7 Proofread 2005/9/10 Section

3 What greeted Hans wasn't a beautiful woman's kiss, but a sharp dagger in her hand.

"Ouch..."

Hans screamed and fell to his knees, watching Inge pull the dagger from his chest, blood spurting from the wound onto the ground.

"Rest in peace."

Taking off her clothes, Inge changed into a Federation uniform and put the dagger back in its sheath.

In the early stages of the war, the Federation captured a small number of Zaku. Besides for research, General Reibell proposed to gather the captured Zaku and form a small unit. Used to train pilots of mobile suits, to study and research mobile suit tactics, and to carry out special missions.

In order to obtain more Zaku, the Federation decided to raid the Odessa base. A unit led by Captain Wild Wolf was responsible for the surprise attack, and an airborne division would be deployed for support.

In addition to Lieutenant Inger, Wild Wolf also sent other female slaves to infiltrate as many of the bases as possible under the guise of prostitutes.

Inger looked at her watch and calculated how much time was left, and began to set traps in the dormitory corridor. The traps used were grenades with metal wires several feet long attached to pull rings, which would tighten when the preset time was reached and detonate when someone touched them.

With extremely agile movements, she quickly set more than a dozen grenade traps.

At the same time, outside the base, over a hundred Federation soldiers began infiltration operations. After assassinating sentries with crossbows and daggers, they began infiltrating and planting bombs. Further out, over a thousand support troops were on standby.

"That damned Wild Wolf actually made me play the role of a prostitute. Sooner or later, I'll send you to a court-martial!" Inger, holding a submachine gun, prepared to leave the dormitory.

Just then, Christian, feeling intensely uneasy, pushed open his door and knocked on Hans's door.

Alim, standing at the doorway, said, "Christian, don't worry too much. There's no danger out of nowhere."

Inger, alert, hid behind the stairs, unnoticed by the two of them.

"Hans! Hans! Are you in the room?" Christian had been feeling uneasy ever since.

The door finally opened, and Hans, covered in blood, struggled to open it.

"Aaaaah!" Alim screamed. Christian was stunned and unable to move.

Inger gritted his teeth, raised his submachine gun, and fired at Christian.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

"Get out of the way!"

In this life-or-death moment, Hans used his last strength to push Christian away.

Christian, sprawled on the ground, watched helplessly as his comrade, with whom he had fought side-by-side, was riddled with bullets from submachine guns. Hans, bathed in blood, collapsed to the floor.

"Hans!" Christian's mournful cry echoed in the room.

"Why am I still a virgin even in death?" With these words of regret, Hans Richthofen died.

Unable to accept this reality, Christian dragged Hans's body towards the door and drew his pistol, firing back.

Lieutenant Inger's blood wasn't as cold as a wolf's. Mistaking Alim for a prostitute, she yelled, "Get hidden!"

Hearing the gunfire, the other Self-Defense Force soldiers rushed out to investigate. One of them immediately detonated a grenade in the corridor.

"Boom!"

The soldier, his legs blown off, screamed as he fell to the ground.

"What happened? An air raid? Or artillery fire?" The thick smoke and gunfire caused chaos, and a second person was killed by a grenade.

Under Christian's protection, Alim lived a dream of escaping reality in their small room. But now, Alim had to face the cruel truth. Christian and Inger faced off, guns drawn. Christian was torn between her comrades in the Federation forces and her lover.

"Don't shoot!" Seeing Hans's brutal death, Alim, desperate to stop the carnage, stepped between them.

Christian cried out in anguish, "Alim... Alim..."

"Fool! Civilians, don't come in!" Inger acted quickly, pulling Alim along as they fought their way out.

Christian, no longer caring for Alim, took off her clothes to try and stop the bleeding from Hans's body.

"Hans! You can't die here. We have to get back to District 3 together."

Two or three minutes later, the chaos subsided. Jacobson approached, pistol in hand.

"How is he?"

"Hans was shot several times and is temporarily unconscious. Go get the medic quickly."

Jacobson had far more experience than Christian. Although he also couldn't accept this reality, after confirming that Hans wasn't breathing and his pupils were dilated, he had to accept it.

"That's enough! He's dead." Jacobson roared.

"Why did this happen?" Christian was in tears, not at all like a man.

But the situation didn't allow them to grieve here.

After the first grenade exploded, Captain Wild Wolf and his hundreds of elite troops launched a full-scale attack, using signal flares to call for reinforcements from the outer perimeter.

A cold-blooded massacre began. On one side were special forces with rich combat experience, and on the other were ordinary troops suddenly attacked, with infantry making up only a small portion of the total force.

The Federation troops blasted open the warehouse where the Zaku were stored and swarmed in. They advanced with precision and efficiency, wreaking havoc. In contrast, most of the Self-Defense Force's maintenance troops didn't know where they had put their pistols. Facing the monsters under the Wild Wolves' command, they were nothing more than civilians in uniform.

After indiscriminately killing dozens of people, Wild Wolves easily captured the First Battalion's warehouse. However, when they attacked the Second Battalion's warehouse, they were met with a counterattack from regular infantry, who arrived in Majera tanks. The roar of their 170mm cannons shook the entire battlefield.

"Tch! Tell the drivers to bring out the Zakus! Make sure they have enough fuel and ammunition!" Wild Wolves put down his red-hot automatic rifle and picked up a long-range sniper rifle to attack. He killed one infantryman following behind the tanks with each shot.

Explosions were everywhere, and bullets flew across the battlefield. Inger, dragging Alim, arrived one after another with Wild Wolves' other female slaves.

"Why is there an extra woman?" Wild Wolf leered, looking at Alim's exposed, slender legs.

"She's a civilian caught up in the fighting," Inger replied as he and Wild Wolf fired side-by-side.

Alim shouted, "I was originally a communications soldier at this base, not a civilian!"

Wild Wolf said, "What a pity! Not a virgin, but a woman who's been played with by the Self-Defense Forces for half a month."

Alim was stunned to see her fellow Federation soldier using such insulting language.

With the deployment of heavy weapons by the Self-Defense Forces, the tide of the battle began to turn. Under the cover of Majera tanks, the Self-Defense Forces began to encircle Wild Wolf's troops. The heaviest weapon Wild Wolf possessed was only anti-tank missiles.

A Majera tank closed to within a hundred meters, pointing its cannon at the location of Wolf and his group.

"No!" Alim cried out, trembling.

Federation soldiers fell around her, riddled with bullets, while more Self-Defense Force soldiers were killed in the hail of bullets.

"Boom!"

The Majera tank, poised to fire at any moment, was hit first. The retaliatory fire sent the tank exploding into a fireball, its turret blasted into the air. The gunner who hit the tank wasn't the soldier operating the anti-tank missile, but the first Zaku to be activated.

Attacked by the Zaku, whom their own side considered their guardian angel, the Self-Defense Force's morale plummeted, especially after the appearance of the second Zaku.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Wild Wolf ordered, "Leave five Zaku and destroy the ones you can't take to avoid being pursued by the enemy. The rest of you, get in the vehicles and break out. The paratroopers have already started airdropping from the outer perimeter."

Wild Wolf pulled Alim towards the captured self-defense infantry fighting vehicle, while Inger and the others provided rear-guard cover.

"It's rare for Inger to give me a gift. Let's have a good time after we get in the vehicle."

Although amidst the hail of bullets, Alim couldn't stand Wild Wolf's rude behavior more than her fear.

"Let me go!" Alim struggled and shouted.

"How annoying." Wild Wolf roughly reached out and ripped off Alim's thin shirt.

Surrounded by fully armed soldiers firing their guns, Alim was stripped naked and crouched on the ground, too terrified and embarrassed to resist.

She was half-pulled, half-pushed into the armored vehicle.

"Drive!"

The armored vehicle sped off, following closely behind the Zaku, with the other units catching up one after another.

Looking out the window, the explosion of the oil depot turned the dark night half-red with towering flames, and thick smoke stretched towards the sky like a tornado.

The wolf's green claws reached for Alim.

Inger's eyes flashed with anger as he pressed the gun against the back of Wild Wolf's head, saying, "You better behave! She's one of our own."

"What 'one of our own'? In my experience, a woman who's been played with for half a month has already become a slave to self-defense." "

If you don't stop, I'm going to shoot."

"Fine! Fine! I'll stop." Although Wild Wolf stopped moving, his lustful gaze casually swept over Alim's body,

making Alim blush with embarrassment and unease.

At this moment, Inger took off his coat and draped it over Alim.

"You've gone too far! Are you even going to deprive me of my visual enjoyment?"

"Go to hell! You pervert!" Inger said angrily.

Alim pulled her coat tighter, feeling extremely uneasy. Apart from Inger, the people around him, though dressed in Federation uniforms, were nothing like her comrades; they were more like beasts than humans.

After two months of war, the ruthless men under the Wild Wolves were even less likely to let go of the opportunity presented by the war, indiscriminately killing and profiting. These soldiers, already bloodthirsty, were indeed more like beasts than humans, or rather, they had shed their civilized facade and reverted to their true human nature.

Though outwardly calm, Inger felt just as uneasy as Alim. He had already complained to his superiors about Wild Wolf's unauthorized killing of prisoners and the theft of military supplies.

However, his superiors only said this: "Lieutenant Inger! Times have changed, the war has begun. Someone has to do some shady work; don't worry about whether they're good at it. The only thing you need to care about is whether they're colluding with the Self-Defense Forces. If they show even the slightest sign of disloyalty, you must report it immediately. We will wipe out this unit."

Meanwhile, Hans's body was left behind. Christian and the other mobile warfare pilots, braving sniper fire and stray bullets, sped towards the hangar.

Along the way, they watched as people fell one by one beside them. Not only was he powerless, but he could only pray in his heart that it wasn't him.

As a soldier, this was the first time Christian had seen the corpses of his enemy and comrades. He could no longer pretend that he had only shot down an enemy plane and not killed a person.

When they reached the hangar, the Federation forces had already set up machine guns and were firing into the warehouse, with mortar shells constantly falling from the sky.

Jacobson wondered, "How are we going to get in like this?"

The Zaku didn't care about this level of attack, but their pilots, made of flesh and blood, were different.

Just then, the Federation forces in the neighboring hangar started up their Zaku one after another, which terrified everyone. And very quickly, they began to attack the Zaku in this direction, intending to destroy it one last time.

"I have to go!"

Ignoring the hail of bullets before him, Christian charged forward recklessly. Bullets lay nearby, threatening to strike at any moment.

It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of death, but that this was no longer the time to be.

He had to bring Alim back no matter what, and besides, if no one else stepped forward, everyone would die.

Christian's courage inspired the others. Infantry rushed out to provide cover and fire, while the pilot charged towards Zaku regardless of the danger.

At that moment, Christian noticed that a Federation machine gunner had his sights on him. If the gunner fired, he would be doomed.

But the other Self-Defense Force members saved his life. The enemy abandoned Christian and chose to fire at a more densely packed area, causing the Self-Defense Force members to fall one after another.

Christian was the first to enter the Zaku. Although he had several graze wounds from stray bullets that were bleeding, they were only superficial injuries, and he couldn't care less about that now.

Christian's Zaku picked up a 120mm machine gun and stood up to engage the Federation forces.

His opponents were three Zaku controlled by the enemy.

Bullets came from three different directions at the same time, but Christian's Zaku dodged at the last second and escaped behind a building to fight back.

"Three against one?" Christian said.

After calculating the firing intervals, Christian seized the opportunity to counterattack, firing six shots in a single burst to take down a Zaku.

Simultaneously, because Christian had diverted the enemy's attention, other Zakus were activated to join the counterattack. A Zaku-versus-Zaku gunfight, a 120mm machine gun duel, began. This close-quarters melee between similar units resulted in as many enemies being killed as their own comrades being wounded.

The superior piloting skills of the escort troops thus became insignificant.

Amidst the chaos, Christian contacted Jacobson. The two initiated a pursuit, leaving the rest of their comrades to handle the situation.

"We can't let the Federation take the rest of the Zaku," Christian said outwardly, but his real intention was to rescue Alim.

Jacobson nodded in grief and indignation, "That's right! And we also need to avenge Hans; we need the Federation to pay for one of his lives with a hundred lives."

Revenge? Christian didn't have that thought. Of course, he was heartbroken that his comrade-in-arms Hans had died in battle. But on the battlefield, it was a fight to the death. It was difficult enough to keep one's own life, let alone with so many people dead in the war. How could this revenge ever end?

The Federation took fifteen Zaku, leaving fifteen to cover their retreat. The first batch of Media transport planes carried away ten of them, leaving five behind. There were other combat vehicles and hundreds of soldiers all around.

To acquire enough Zaku to form a mobile combat unit for the Federation Forces, the Federation selected three rear-area Self-Defense Force bases around the world for raids and captures. They even deployed airborne divisions for support.

In this large-scale operation, Wild Wolf's task was the initial explosive infiltration phase, followed by handing over the subsequent operations to the supporting airborne units.

In the night sky, Federation TIN-class fighters were engaged in a life-or-death struggle for air superiority with Self-Defense Force Top fighters, the Federation possessing a numerical advantage.

Wild Wolf listened to his subordinates' reports while smoking. This included capturing several beautiful female prisoners, seizing numerous Zaku mobile suits, and obtaining useful intelligence during the attack on command post. The military would reward him with money for each of these achievements, based on their value. While

the Federal Army had its own regular special forces, the Wild Wolves' unit was different; its members were all discharged from the military for violating regulations. They specialized in various unpredictable, high-casualty, and dirty jobs. They even disguised themselves as Self-Defense Force members to loot and kill civilians to incite hostility towards the Self-Defense Forces, and then sent people to recruit civilians to organize anti-Self-Defense guerrilla forces.

"Today is another bumper harvest. Although many people died, fewer people are getting a share of the money." Wild Wolf finished speaking and exchanged smiles with his men.

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