Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 13

In the eleventh chapter, Christian's battlefield intuition became increasingly accurate, and he trusted it more and more.

Sensing danger on the road ahead, Christian opened fire on a nearby building with his machine gun, causing a massive explosion that engulfed the entire street in flames.

"That kid's luck is just too good!" Wolf complained, having observed the scene through binoculars. He had a whole platoon lying in ambush in that building, preparing to counter the Thousand Tank Missiles. Now, they had been wiped out by the preemptive strike.

Faced with their trap being discovered, Inger decided to take the initiative.

Inger's men were equipped with three Ground GMs, two of which were hidden inside buildings, using their shields to shield themselves from artillery fire.

She leaped forward, attacking Christian from the rooftop with a Marine GM's machine gun, while her subordinates threw a grenade. This was a mechanized grenade, weighing a full ton.

Christian immediately fired, the bullet hitting the grenade in mid-air, but Zaku's arm was also damaged by Inger's shot.

The grenade exploding in mid-air produced a large amount of shrapnel and blast.

Finney, responsible for rear support, locked onto Inger's mech and fired. But this highly skilled Federation officer deflected the fire with her shield.

Missing her shot, Finney was immediately counter-sniped.

"Boom!" The bullet exploded ten meters away from her.

Because Inger's squad also adopted a two-aircraft frontal attack strategy, with one aircraft providing rear support, the Marine GM's sniper immediately returned fire after Fini's position was exposed.

"Damn it!" Fini cursed under her breath as she quickly fled, changing positions to prepare for a counterattack.

In a duel between two snipers, whoever exposes their position first will be targeted. The Federation pilots, in terms of skill and experience, were ultimately inferior to the Self-Defense Forces, so their first shot missed.

Inger, piloting the Marine GM, drew his lightsaber and jumped in front of Christian's Zaku, engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

Christian's skills were indeed superior to Inger's; after all, he had ten months of real combat experience. While Inge possessed extensive experience in other areas, she only had two months of experience piloting mobile suits.

Inge understood this, but she also knew she had the advantage of a mobile suit. The Zaku's only melee weapon was an electric axe, while the Ground GM's beam saber was more than twice as long, and she also wielded a shield.

Inge's beam saber slashed wildly, advancing relentlessly, giving Christian no chance to get close.

Christian dodged left and right, waiting for the beam saber's momentum to wane before raising his axe to counterattack with all his might.

Unfortunately, Inge successfully defended each time using her shield.

'The last time we fought was more than half a year ago.'

'You are…'

Each of their voices echoed in their minds. Christian was certain it wasn't a hallucination, because the communication channel wasn't open.

Inge opened the channel first, and Inge and Christian met again through the fluorescent screen.

Inge said, "I didn't expect the Self-Defense Force's new humans to be real."

Christian asked, "New humans?" "

They're the new humans that Self-Defense Force Deikun mentioned, the new humans created in response to space migration during the progress of the times. They have stronger intuition and perception abilities."

Christian had naturally seen the propaganda about the new humans, and he couldn't help but recall discussing this issue with Miss Yoko and Lisna. He didn't know what abilities the new humans possessed. But besides their accurate intuition on the battlefield, it was probably the ability he had just had to speak directly with Inge.

However, none of that mattered. What mattered was that he clearly remembered that it was the enemy in front of him who killed Hans.

Christian said, "I've killed many people on the battlefield. Fighting for personal vendettas is meaningless. But I still can't hide my hatred. Why did you disguise yourselves as prostitutes to infiltrate that time? To Hans, that was simply an act of emotional manipulation."

Inge retorted, "You're being naive! In war, that's commonplace, especially for special forces like us. Disguise and infiltration are perfectly normal. On the battlefield, it's either you or me. Before you lecture me, think about what right you have to speak as a member of the Self-Defense Forces who slaughtered civilians and abused prisoners of war!"

Christian had never tried anything like this before, talking to the enemy while attempting to kill a living, breathing opponent. Inge's striking beauty and icy expression put him under unprecedented pressure.

Conversely, for Inger, who excels at disguise and infiltration, one minute she could be chatting intimately and embracing an enemy, and the next she could ruthlessly slit their throat. It had absolutely no impact on her skill.

Inger gradually gained the upper hand in the battle, and Christian's Zaku was in great danger under the net of her lightsaber. However, this wasn't a duel between just two people on the battlefield.

Tilly wounded his opponent's ground combat Jim in close-quarters fire, while Finney used a trap tactic, igniting a bullet to lure the enemy into firing first, and then accurately hitting her opponent.

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, with a potential three-on-one advantage, Wolf had no choice but to order his ambushing subordinates to fire anti-tank missiles at the Zaku. These were infrared-aimed missiles designed to target weak points in the joints.

Dozens of anti-tank missiles, spewing thick white smoke, swept across the battlefield, creating chaos, before hitting their targets and exploding one after another.

"Boom!"

Amidst the billowing smoke, Christian hastily fled, while Finney

provided cover by firing wildly. At the last second, Christian spun his machine sharply, dodging most of the anti-tank missiles. Although damaged, his machine remained mobile. Tilly's Zaku was blown to pieces, forcing her to abandon the plane and flee.

Wolf's Federation forces seized the opportunity to counterattack, and the Self-Defense Forces' attack, hampered by setbacks, failed and temporarily retreated. The Federation forces regained control of the area.

Inger left his Marine Jim and stood on the ground, watching Wolf approach with a gun.

Inger said, "If we had focused our fire on that Self-Defense Force soldier, we might have already gotten our revenge. Why spread our fire?"

Wolf stroked his blindfold and said, "There's always a chance. I don't want to use up all my ammunition for one enemy plane, leaving you two-on-one to be killed."

"How do you plan to repay this favor?" Wolf reached out to touch Inger's buttocks.

Inge didn't reject his sexual harassment; she both loved and hated this man. Even she couldn't discern which feeling was stronger.

After being touched for a while, Inge suddenly punched Wild Wolf in the stomach. The distance was too close, and coupled with the complete lack of expression on her face, Wild Wolf, despite his experience, could only retreat a few inches in time.

Wild Wolf roared, "You ungrateful slut, next time I'll fuck you to death in bed!"

"Don't think that just because you raped me, I'll love you. I'm not as cheap as your female slaves."

Christian's squad, having lost Tilly's Zaku and suffering injuries themselves, withdrew from the battle. On the night of October 7th, the 18th Division and the Federation forces fought street battles for almost the entire night.

The next morning, however, they were suddenly ordered to withdraw from the city and form a battle formation. After a night of emergency repairs, Christian's Zaku was barely ready for battle.

Once the army was in position, Squadron Leader Schneider told Christian that another member of the squadron, Sher, had been killed in action the previous night.

Leopold, one of Schneider's direct subordinates, said irritably because of the deaths of his comrades, "Yesterday we fought tooth and nail to wipe out the Federation forces in the city, but today we're being told to abandon our plans to fight in the open. What are the higher-ups thinking? A bunch of idiots!"

Christian said, "Maybe the front lines have already been breached, and we're being asked to help hold the new lines."

Leopold said, "Don't talk nonsense! Such strong lines can't be breached in a day."

"But we've never encountered such a massive Federation force before, it's like an endless ocean."

After a full day of air battles yesterday, the supporting air force had been greatly reduced, and the sky was almost entirely filled with Federation air force. As members of the Army, Christian and his comrades naturally cursed the Air Force's incompetence. But for the pilots who fought continuously after refueling and resupply, the situation was truly unbearable.

They had lost many comrades and inflicted twice as many casualties on the Federation forces as on their own. The problem was closing the gap in numbers; for every aircraft lost by the Royal Navy, they needed to shoot down four enemy planes. This was simply impossible.

Although times had progressed and technology had advanced, the advent of Mie particles rendered radar ineffective, causing the war to revert to a pattern similar to World War II. The Federation's tactics consisted of a barrage of bombardment by air force and artillery, followed by a massive, overwhelming convoy of tanks leading the charge. Besides these, there was the appearance of the Self-Defense Forces' mobile fighters and the Federation's land-based warships.

Although the Self-Defense Forces also had land-based warships, their numbers were far fewer than those of the Federation forces. These land-based warships were the main culprits behind the Self-Defense Forces' defenses being quickly breached.

After the air raids and artillery bombardment ended, what appeared in front of Christian and his men was a group of Federation tanks stretching from one end of the horizon to the other. Even more terrifying were the land-based warships behind the tanks, a fleet of dozens of ships divided into several squadrons.

Hitting a moving target was not easy, so no matter how many bombers or how heavy the artillery fire of the Federation forces, they could simply hide in the pre-dug trenches. Besides the Type 61 tanks, which were the main adversaries, the most terrifying threats were the helicopters and attack aircraft that launched direct dive attacks, as well as long-range artillery for visual sniping.

The Japanese Imperial Army's positions were indeed very fortified, consisting of deep trenches and high fortifications. When the Federation's Type 61 tank groups launched a group assault, the Japanese Imperial Army's Majera tanks and Zaku tanks began a full-scale counterattack. A dense, unbroken net of fire appeared on the battlefield; any tank attempting to cross it was destroyed. Furthermore, the Japanese Imperial Army had laid numerous anti-tank mines in front of their positions.

In response, Federation attack aircraft circled overhead like vultures, bombarding selected locations with concentrated fire based on laser guidance from ground units. Incendiary bombs solidified into fiery trails on the ground, the intense heat detonating all the underground mines, causing explosions one after another. After the fires subsided, numerous blackened safe passages appeared, allowing Federation tanks to pass safely.

"The enemy is like bees and ants, there are so many you can't kill them all," Christian thought, firing continuously, constantly changing magazines, destroying tank after tank.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent explosion occurred beside Christian, the ground shaking violently. The explosion engulfed Leopold's entire Zaku, turning him and his machine into ashes in the blink of an eye. A crater several meters deep appeared in the ground afterward.

Those weren't the 150mm guns of ordinary Type 61 tanks, but the main guns of land battleships over 200 meters long, with a caliber exceeding 400mm. The Federation forces positioned their fleet within visual line of sight to fire directly at the Self-Defense Forces' Zaku and tanks. Such fierce firepower meant certain death for any hit.

According to the Self-Defense Forces' operational guidelines, close-quarters combat should have been employed, rushing to the vicinity of the battleships, taking cover within the main gun's blind spot, and attacking with electric axes. This method had proven successful in many previous battles, but it was no longer feasible. The overwhelming numbers of Federation tanks at the front meant that any Zaku that broke out of position would become a target of concentrated fire; close-quarters combat under such a hail of bullets was simply out of the question.

The two sides exchanged fire. The battleships had thicker armor and larger cannon calibers than the Zaku, and the Self-Defense Forces were gradually wiped out in the artillery battle. The only way to escape the predicament was to send aircraft to destroy the battleships.

Seeing the heavy casualties on all sides, the Federation forces broke into the breach one after another. Christian and his men, who fought valiantly, could only watch as the weak Self-Defense Forces' air force directly challenged the powerful Federation aircraft. Most of the planes were hit and crashed due to being outnumbered, and the few lucky ones could not escape the powerful anti-aircraft fire of the land fleet and were torn to pieces in the dense aerial fire.

Meanwhile, the Federation's attack aircraft repeatedly launched airstrikes, dropping over 500 kilograms of heat-seeking missiles on the Zaku.

Soon, another member of the squadron, Bailey, was killed instantly. More than twenty heat-seeking missiles were fired at him simultaneously, so many that there was no way to dodge them, and one of them even hit the cockpit directly.

The battle of the Odessa front was a nightmare for both sides, but the Federation, with the advantage of its land fleet and air support, first eliminated the Zaku at the breach, then used 61 tanks to deal with the Self-Defense Forces' Majera tanks with five to ten times the number, and after successfully breaking through, used infantry to occupy and consolidate the positions. This situation repeated itself along the main defensive lines. The Federation forces, using countless fallen comrades and overwhelming firepower, managed to breach the Self-Defense Forces' impenetrable defenses. On

November 8th, the already weakened 18th Division, having suffered losses the previous day, was irreparably devastated. By November 9th, with the support of Federation paratroopers and air cavalry divisions who had been airdropped beforehand, the Self-Defense Forces collapsed completely. Despite this, bloody battles continued at various fortresses, docks, airports, and spaceports.

Commander-in-Chief Mark Bey of the 18th Division, despite violating the Antarctic Treaty by launching a nuclear missile at the Federal Army, was intercepted. This shameless act had no effect on the war.

On November 10th, Mark Bey escaped back to space aboard a Zanzibar-class spaceship, abandoning his hundreds of thousands of men still fighting.

For a soldier like Christian, a nuclear war would have meant certain death. While certain death was avoided, survival was not guaranteed.

The survivors of the 18th Division retreated to their original air base. The plan was to escape back to space. In this brutal battle, Christian's squadron had only four survivors. Five had died in the fierce fighting, something that had never happened before. Squadron leader Schneider's hair was a mess, he had hardly slept for the past few days, and his eyes were full of blood vessels.

Before the final battle, Schneider said to Christian, "War is all about luck. Last time, your squad lost Jacobson and Hans in a row. This time, although Tilly's Zaku was completely destroyed, all three of you survived." Christian

retorted indignantly, "It's all because of those land-based warships. None of the people hit survived."

"This base is doomed too. We'll hold out for as long as we can, and try to get as many people back to space as possible."

Faced with this desperate situation, Christian couldn't help but recall the response when they were surrounded in Eastern Europe. He said, "Are we going to be the rearguard? How are the wounded and their families? Alim is near death; I must get her to safety in space no matter what."

"The Zaku are our main force; as long as we're alive, we should stay until the end. I'll do my best to get Alim back."

"Thank you! Squadron Leader Schneider." Christian was almost moved to tears.

Just then, the division gave them a direct order over the radio: "All surviving Zaku and pilots, immediately disengage from the battle line and prepare to board the last shuttle to space. We'll depart in one hour."

The 18th Division was originally organized with two battalions and sixty mobile combat aircraft. After days of fierce fighting, only ten remained. Half of them were damaged to varying degrees.

This order was incomprehensible not only to a low-ranking officer like Christian, but even to the sole surviving battalion commander.

He asked blankly, "Without our main force of mobile combat aircraft, how can the division fight? The enemy is besieging the base; is the retreat order correct?"

"No mistake! This is a direct order from Her Majesty Christia. Time is short. Hand over the defense to the tank units, and you leave immediately."

"How can we do this? Are we abandoning our comrades? There are tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, and thousands of their families inside the base! What will happen to them?!" Christian retorted defiantly, disregarding military discipline.

The other surviving Zaku pilots reacted in the same way.

After the division commander and the others calmed down, he said, "You don't need to worry about what happens to those who stay behind. According to the intelligence department, the Federation's space counter-offensive is imminent and will be launched in the coming days. From now on, only the space fleet and mobile combatants can protect us and defend our homeland. The formation and existence of our army were originally for the purpose of seizing resources from Earth."

"The objective has been achieved, but we have suffered an irreparable defeat in this battle. To avoid further wasting resources, there will be no more rescues. After this last batch of shuttles leaves, our survival is left to fate. You have only one task: protect your homeland and the families of all of us left behind. Do not let the tragedies that occurred in Zones One, Two, Four, and Five repeat themselves in our country."

Chapter Twelve: The Federation's Space Counter-Offensive? This was the first time Christian had considered this question. After six months of stalemate, in the pivotal Battle of Odessa, the Federation only deployed a few dozen mobile suits, its main force still consisting of old-fashioned tanks. It seemed the Federation truly intended to reserve all its mobile suits for a space counter-offensive.

Thinking of the massacres perpetrated by the Self-Defense Forces during the week-long war, and knowing that the Federation forces would retaliate if they reached the Self-Defense Forces

' homeland, a heavy shadow fell over everyone upon hearing their commander's words. No one could defy this order in the name of defending their homeland.

The Federation forces, currently besieging the base, naturally noticed this shift.

"Looks like an opportunity. We'll storm in through the underground waterways. Inge, you coordinate with the ground forces for a strong attack. Prepare for a pincer movement." Wild Wolf picked up his automatic rifle and led his ferocious men away.

Watching the fierce man depart, Inge felt the air growing colder and returned to the cockpit to prepare for battle.

"Snow..." Inger looked up at the sky. Dark clouds covered the sun and a cold wind blew. Snow in southern Russia in November was a bit early, but not entirely unexpected.

Back in Christian, the base's interior, he didn't know how much longer the friendly forces outside could hold out. He could only leave it to fate. After handing the Zaku over to the maintenance crew, he immediately went to meet the officer in charge of the shuttle.

Outside the launch site, a large crowd of defeated soldiers and their families had gathered, all anxiously watching the shuttle, hoping it would return to space.

"Let us go up! Do the higher-ups want to monopolize the shuttle?"

"At least the wounded should be allowed to get back on the shuttle."

"I'm fine, but let my wife and children go back!" "

The federal army is about to invade!"

Although the crowd continued to push and shove outside, the armed military police blocked everyone's advance.

The commanding officer, his face grim, roared angrily, "Don't even mention you! We military police don't even have a chance to go back!"

The officer finally fired a warning shot upwards, finally calming everyone down.

"I'll repeat myself: only the pilots of the mobile suits and experienced maintenance personnel can return."

"This is outrageous! Are the troops abandoning us?"

"This is an order from above. Do you want to disobey?" The military police officer pointed his gun at the crowd.

But some still protested, saying, "At a time like this, at least the women, children, and wounded should go first. Why are the pilots of the mobile suits and maintenance personnel being sent back?"

"Can the women, children, and wounded fight if they go back? This is for future victory. It's not just you who are sacrificing; we ourselves must stay."

At this moment, the federal army launched another artillery barrage, the explosions and shockwaves causing even greater terror in the crowd.

One of the one-armed wounded soldiers shouted, "I sacrificed an arm for my country, why can't I even go home now? Is the country just going to let us wait here to die?"

The argument escalated until the one-armed soldier pulled his hand and fired at the military police.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a military policeman fell wounded. Everyone froze in shock, and then the military police returned fire. They hit not only the one-armed soldier but also others by mistake.

"Whoa...stop...don't shoot..."

Gunshots rang out everywhere, and people scattered in all directions.

Christian sat dejectedly on the ground; how could he possibly plead for leniency to allow Alim to board the shuttle in the face of such harsh orders?

At this moment, several burly infantrymen surrounded Christie, saying, "Take off your uniform and give it to us so we can go back to space."

"Don't even think about it! You think you can get on the shuttle just because you have a uniform? Do you think the military police won't check your ID?"

"We don't care about any of that, we have to try anyway."

The two sides argued fiercely, neither willing to back down, and it looked like they were about to draw their pistols. Finally, the military police regained control, escorting those qualified to board the shuttle through. This

included Schneider, Tilly, and Finney, as well as their families who had come to see them off, including Alim carrying luggage.

Alim, heavily pregnant, had tears in her eyes and a face full of sorrow at parting.

"Christian! Because I don't have much time, I only packed a few clothes for you. Take good care of yourself when you go back to space."

Looking at her frail figure, Christian's heart bled. How could he abandon her?

Having made up his mind, Christian said to the military police, "I've decided not to go back. Give my position to someone else."

But the military police coldly replied, "Who can go back is not something you or I can decide. If I could, I would want to go back myself."

Alim nestled into Christian's arms, tears streaming down her face like broken kites.

Seeing this heartbreaking scene, Tilly and Finney also began to cry. The scene was truly poignant.

Schneider shook his head and sighed, asking, "How much longer until the shuttle departs?"

"Thirty minutes. Say what you need to say."

Hearing this, Alim wiped away her tears, dragging Christian directly to the empty stall in the women's restroom, then quickly closing the door.

"Hold me, right here."

Christian's heart ached with impending separation. In this war-torn world, this parting might be death, and he didn't know if they would ever meet again.

Christian lowered his head and kissed Alim's lips, licking away her salty tears. The pain in his heart was beyond words.

Alim fought back tears, her delicate tongue intertwining with Christian's. She wanted to cherish these last few moments, and the thought that this might be the last time they were intimate broke her heart.

After a deep kiss, Alim sat on the toilet seat, kneading her breasts with both hands. Her due date was fast approaching, and her once slender body had become fuller; her breasts had increased in size to prepare for breastfeeding.

Milk secreted from her nipples made her clothes semi-transparent, making her exceptionally sensual and alluring.

Christian stroked Alim's rounded belly, knowing he wouldn't have the chance to see his child born.

Suppressing his sadness, he helped his wife remove her slightly damp underwear. Although they had never had a formal wedding ceremony, possessing only some fake documents proving they were husband and wife... But none of that mattered. Christian had long since decided in his heart that Alim was his wife, not just a cohabiting couple.

Making love in the cramped, filthy bathroom was incredibly inconvenient, especially with time running out. Christian had no choice but to pull out his penis, aim it at Alim's vagina, and slowly insert it.

"Ah..." Alim let out a sound of pleasure and a satisfied expression.

"This feels so good! You're inside me, and the child is inside me. The three of us are so intimate."

Alim was filled with mixed emotions. Hiding in the Self-Defense Forces base as a member of the Federation Army, she had lived with her first love and had a child.

During this time, they had faced many difficulties together, and also enjoyed many happy moments. There were happy and joyful times, as well as disappointing and unhappy times, and she had even had moments of regret. But now, she was only grateful that she had chosen to be with Christian. She would never regret it again.

Christian gradually quickened his pace. To accommodate Alim's pregnant body, and due to the limited space, he couldn't choose any different positions.

Although the positions were traditional, making love in the women's restroom was indeed very novel and exciting. Coupled with their intense passion acting as lubrication, every deep and shallow thrust from Christian brought them unparalleled pleasure.

The love fluid seeping from their point of contact covered Alim's legs.

"Ahhhhh..." Alim's high-pitched moans echoed in the women's restroom, and with a slight spasm, she welcomed the arrival of orgasm. Christian also ejaculated warm milk inside her.

After everything calmed down, Christian hugged Alim and gently comforted and stroked her.

While enjoying the intoxicating pleasure, Alim said in a very serious tone, "As long as you live, I'll wait for you for ten or twenty years, no matter how long this war lasts. But you absolutely cannot die in battle, otherwise I'll have to remarry with this child. If you don't want someone else to play with my body, you must live."

Faced with this threat, Christian smiled bitterly, "What if we end up like Romeo and Juliet, and you misunderstand that I died in battle and remarry another man, but I'm actually still alive?"

"Why do you like to tease me like this? The thought of being separated makes me want to cry."

No matter how unwilling they were to be apart, time was pressing. Christian and Alim, hand in hand, stepped out of the women's restroom.

Alim kissed Christian goodbye one last time, then hugged Tilly and Finney goodbye, remaining standing on the perimeter until she watched Christian enter the Zaku.

The last three shuttles each carried three Zaku, for a total of nine. The remaining shuttle was disassembled and placed on the three shuttles.

Christian, on the verge of departure, was deeply troubled, unlike when he landed on Earth. He had gained Alim and her unborn child, but lost his comrades Jacobson and Hans, and Martina, with whom he had fought side-by-side and shared a night of passion. The tide of the war had turned from the Protectorate's advantage to the Federation's.

"Launch pad cover open, prepare for countdown," came the communicator's voice from the cockpit. The snow fell heavier, intensifying the tense atmosphere on the battlefield and making it even more frightening.

"The Federation forces are closing in. Launch as soon as possible. Skip the launch procedures if possible," the communicator's voice grew increasingly fearful.

The three shuttles were all independently partially exposed, each with its own exhaust pipes to expel the thick smoke from the rockets.

"They're here!"

Three Marine GMs, guns blazing, charged in, breaching the Majera tanks' last line of defense and reaching the surface of the launch pad. They were the squad led by Inger.

Ninety-millimeter machine guns concentrated their fire on one of the shuttles. Although the shuttle's surface was heat-resistant, it offered little protection against bullets. Bullets pierced the entire shuttle, leaving the Zaku inside battered and bruised. The Self-Defense Force personnel inside suffered heavy casualties, their blood flowing freely.

At this moment, Squadron Leader Schneider ordered the shuttle pilot to open the gate and let him out.

The battalion commander on another shuttle made the same decision. These two officers were willing to sacrifice their own chance to return to space to protect their men.

A fierce battle ensued with Inger's three Ground GMs.

"Schneider..." Christian shouted into the communication channel. He couldn't bear to lose his superior who had led him through countless hardships.

"Don't come out. Don't let our sacrifice be in vain. Don't worry, we won't die. They're just three rookie Marine GMs. They're not capable of dealing with us."

Three Marine GMs attacked two Zakus with beam sabers. Under normal circumstances, the Federation forces would have the upper hand, but they would be in a difficult position to choose between them.

The problem was that their commander was the brave and skilled Inger. She immediately realized that the two Zakus couldn't move freely while covering the shuttle, and she attacked this weakness with all her might.

Moreover, Inger's personal skills were not much worse than those of the veterans of the Self-Defense Forces. More importantly, Inger, like Christian, was a Newtype, only her abilities were weaker and her awakening was later. Currently, even she herself was unaware that she was a Newtype.

"Now start the countdown, ten, nine..."

Inger, with two against one, attacked the battalion commander's Zaku. The Marine GM swung its blade from behind, aiming straight for the Zaku's upper body.

The battalion commander also retaliated with his electric axe without missing a beat, but the Marine GM's blade and electric axe were longer and struck the opponent earlier.

The Zaku, whose engine was severed, exploded instantly.

"Seven... six... five..."

The countdown was about to end, and Inger's three Marine GMs switched to attacking Schneider. Schneider not only had to fight three against one but also had to take care of two shuttles. Though it lasted only a few seconds, it was enough to be fatal.

"Three...two...one...fire..."

The shuttle spewed out a large amount of thick smoke, then lifted away by a deep suction.

The price for success was that Schneider's Zaku was chopped into pieces by the Federation's Marine GM and exploded instantly.

Tilly cried out, "No..."

Finney sobbed, "Waaah..."

The thick smoke obscured the Marine GM's vision, giving Inger no further chance to shoot at the shuttle flying into space.

The snow continued to fall.

From the shuttle, one could see a devastated landscape. The Federation forces, driven by a desperate pursuit of victory, launched a relentless assault, while the Self-Defense Forces fought valiantly, allowing their comrades to escape in submarines, transport ships, or shuttles. The ground was riddled with craters, resembling the surface of the moon, and countless wrecks, still burning and smoking, containing countless corpses.

The frost and snow, indiscriminate in their treatment of friend and foe, fairly covered the countless soldiers who perished on Odessa.

After Christian escaped, the Federal Army quickly captured the entire base. The Self-Defense Force resisted to the last man, until all ammunition and supplies were exhausted, at which point the survivors surrendered.

Almost every room was bombarded with grenades and machine-gunned. This brutal fighting, even if unintentional on both sides, still resulted in numerous casualties among the Self-Defense Force's families.

After the Self-Defense Force surrendered, Wild Wolves began cleaning up the battlefield. They selected young and beautiful women from the prisoners and their families to be enslaved, while the unharmed and lightly wounded men were tortured for interrogation, and the seriously wounded were given a quick death to save on medicine and doctors.

Wild Wolf led a group of female slaves, chained by iron bars, stepping over seven or eight corpses lying horizontally, still oozing blood. Inger and the intelligence agents followed behind, along with several guards.

"Ugh...save me...save my child..." At this moment, Wild Wolf, with his extremely sensitive ears, heard a woman's moan.

Next, Wild Wolf found an injured pregnant woman in a half-collapsed room. She was trapped under the collapsed building, her eyes temporarily blinded by the tremors, and blood flowing between her legs.

"Looks like she's not even twenty! A pretty, delicate pregnant woman with clear eyes and delicate features, she'd be quite a sight to behold. It's a pity she's had a miscarriage, but that's fine too. After a few days of recovery, I can indulge in some sadomasochistic fun."

Although Wild Wolf didn't remember who the young pregnant woman in front of him was, Inger, whose memory was practically photographic, clearly remembered that she was the same girl soldier he encountered during the last attack on this air force base, the one captured by the Self-Defense Forces. He remembered her name was Alim.

On November 11th, Universal Century 0079, the Battle of Odessa, which determined the outcome of the ground war, came to an end. The Self-Defense Forces suffered 500,000 casualties, while the Federation Army suffered double that number, a million soldiers. Of the 900,000 Self-Defense Force soldiers who participated in the war, 200,000 retreated to space and the Americas, Africa, and Asia after the war, and the total number of those who surrendered was 200,000.

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